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songmingisthighs · 3 years

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[15.08] badboy!seonghwa × reader

⇀ had you known that's why he confessed, would you have accepted him ? Or smack his annoyingly perfect face with your laptop ?

⇁ part 1 / 2

⇁ prologue part 1 / 2 / 3

Things had gone great between you and Seonghwa. You and he would often meet at your dorm or at the diner at least three times a week.

You'd ask him why you both never hung at his dorm but his answer was that he doesn't want the boys to disturb your 'quality time'.

Normally you'd question answers like that, but the way he looks at you and holds your hand made you forget why you even wanna ask that in the first place.

But like all things, everything dissipates with time.

Nearing the end of the semester, group projects lessen and solo assignments accumulate which put a strain between your and Seonghwa's hangout time. You've tried convincing him that you both can hang out whilst doing your solo assignments but you remembered how his eyes trailed after a girl as you spoke at one of your last hangouts at the diner.

Seems like he's lost interest in you too.

Which, it sure hurts, but you both were never official and neither had verbally confirmed to the other about their feelings. It sucks.

But you power through.

You pretend that his silence during class's group discussion didn't affect you, you pretend that when he immediately pack up his stuff to leave the class and only throwing you a polite smile didn't make your heart wrench, you pretend that him ghosting you didn't make you feel both embarrassed and angry at the same time.

You're light and breezy.

Heck, you're so light and breezy, you still go to that diner every Friday all alone. And it's not because you had hoped to see one particular man.

Even though you did.

When he was on a date with some girl who's obviously very pretty.

On the booth you both had 'claimed' as 'your booth' without ever verbally saying it.

"Hi, excuse me," a voice broke your train of thoughts.

You look up from your book to see a really handsome man standing in front of you with a smile on his face. He looks very handsome, definitely mixed-race, and he has this chill aura on him that is honestly refreshing to you.

"Sorry to bother you, but can I sit here?" He asked. You look around to see that there are a lot of other places left in the library where he could've sat.

Sensing your apprehension, the man raised both of his hands, "I'm not a creep or a weirdo, I'm just very particular about where I work,"

He's got a point. So you just nodded, "sure, it's not my table or anything anyways, you could've just taken a seat without asking my permission," he shrugged as he put his things across you, "I mean sure, but you seemed like you don't wanna be bothered and this particular spot has the best walking distance to anywhere at all and plus the secret charging port? Genius," he said, grinning proudly.

You raised your eyebrows at him, "you seem to know your way around the table, mister..." you trailed off to which he immediately caught on, "Hansol, Choi Hansol, but my friends calls me Vernon," he held his hand out for you to shake, "(Y/N), (Y/N) (Y/L/N), and why Vernon?" "My english name, I'm half American,"

And with that, you got yourself a new friend.

Vernon is a computer science major, and the other thing major about him is his nerdiness. And his hotness. Which is a ridiculous combination.

Ever since that day in the library, you both somehow find the other popping up everywhere. Just a day after your first meeting in the library, he came into the café you part-timed at. He came in to order 13 drinks and several pastries, shocking you at first but then he told you he lives in a frat house with 12 other guys and that he's not a caffeine addict.

Then you both bonded over the many sessions in the library which eventually venture out to sitting together during lunch, and then suddenly you both started meeting outside campus.

And this did not go unnoticed by Seonghwa.

"Hey, Seonghwa, how well do you know (Y/N)?" Hongjoong asked, breaking Seonghwa's glare on you and Vernon from all the way across the cafeteria.

Seonghwa raised an eyebrow at him, "(Y/N) from my statistics class?" As if he hadn't considered you as something more at some point, "I'd say well enough as a groupmate, why?" He asked back.

Hongjoong nodded towards you and Vernon with his chin, "Vernon there saw you both working together and he wants to make sure he won't be stepping on anyone's toes when he's making a move on her,"

At that moment, Seonghwa almost choked on his fries. Too surprised with the fact that you've possibly moved on from him so quickly.

It's only been a month and a half since you both stopped hanging out outside of obligation.

Hearing that made his blood boil and he's pretty sure it's not jealousy. Most likely territorialism. HE took interest in you first waaaaay before Vernon did.

The smile and laugh you give Vernon was supposed to be for him. He used to make you laugh so hard at any stupid pun he concocted in his head. No matter how stupid it is nor how much it doesn't make any sense.

To be completely honest, he didn't know why he pulled away from you in the first place. He had been so comfortable with you, never once had he ever let his guard down and just be carefree, not even with his closest friends.

He needs to get you back to him.

No matter what.

So he made his move the next time you both had statistics again.

Unlucky for him though, the professor decided to not have any group discussion that day which threw Seonghwa's plan out the window. But thankfully he still remembered your schedule, you don't have any class after statistics which means you'd be grabbing a simple lunch before your part-time job starts until 8 pm.

So he waited patiently for the bell to ring.

Legs bouncing in anticipation as his eyes flit towards the clock every five minutes.

When the professor finally dismissed the class (10 minutes later than he's supposed to, as per usual), he immediately put all his belongings back in his bag and ran after you. Somehow you've mastered the art of cleaning up quickly over the month and a half without him.

"(Y/N)! Wait!" Seonghwa called.

You stopped in your tracks and turn your head to see Seonghwa jogging towards you with that stupid, charming smile on his face.

Damn his good looks.

"Yeah? Is there something wrong?" you asked him when he caught up to you. He raised an eyebrow at you, confused as to why you'd think there'd be anything wrong.

"Ah!" you suddenly exclaimed, "Is this about my part of the presentation? Don't worry, I'm close to finishing it, I should be able to compile it in the PPT tonight by... 9.30-ish? I have to finish my shift at the café," you explained.

He chuckled at you, deep voice that you oh so missed ringing in your ears, "wha- no, (Y/N), I'm not here to talk about our project, I just wanna... talk with you," he said, tilting his head to the side slightly. It somehow made him look both hot and cute at the same time. Which doesn't make sense.

Now it was your turn to raise an eyebrow at him while crossing your arms, "why? No offence, Seonghwa, but you've kinda been blowing me off for the past month and a half now, what makes you think I'd have anything to talk with you about?"

Those words coming out of your mouth shocked him. It's not like he didn't expect some apprehension from you, but hostility? Boy, you must've been really affected by his shitty doings.

"I-I- no, (Y/N), I haven't been blowing you off," bullshit, even he knows that, "I've just been really-" "really... what? Absent? Ghosty? Hot and cold? Whatever it is, Seonghwa, you don't owe me any explanation," you tried your best to not roll your eyes at him because honestly, how dare he blew you off and now acting like he didn't whilst hoping you don't notice what he has been doing.

What did he take you for? One of his brainless bimbos?

Surprised at your words, Seonghwa was left stunned. You waited for a solid 10 seconds for him to say something. Anything.

Literally, how hard is it to say sorry?

Realizing he wouldn't realize what he's supposed to do, you just shook your head at him, "I'll finish inputting and editing my part by tonight, I'll see you in class next week, Seonghwa," you said before walking away.

You would've thought that he'd take the hint and go back to ignoring you.

But now, of course not. He's stubborn and he plays by his own rules. It's an understatement to say that you were shocked when you saw him entering the café nearing the end of your shift.

Despite the shock of seeing him, you pretended like nothing's wrong and do what you're supposed to do to any other customer as per usual.

Heck, you'd give yourself a pat on the back, head, and butt for being so calm whilst handling Seonghwa. You managed to keep that "strictly professional" smile on your face as you take his orders, you didn't fumble when he made small talks as you typed in his orders into the computer (like really, who the heck said "good thing tonight's not cloudly, love the moonlight," ??), and you didn't flinch when your hands accidently touch as you hand him his strawberry frappucino.

Yes, the badboy strictly and secretly drink sweet, fruity drinks.

You'd thought that his presence was merely a coincidence. As he waited in his table, you had assumed that he's waiting for some girl (who isn't you, sadly) so all you wanna do is run out of there as soon as you can.

"Hey, Jaemin," you called your co-worker who's in the middle of sipping his 6 shot americano at 8 pm, "I'm gonna head out, okay? Think you can hold the fort until Yena's here? She said she has to turn in an assignment, that's why she's late,"

Jaemin just rolled his eyes at you, "(Y/N), I'm drinking coffee that's powerful enough to paralyze a horse, I can definitely handle the slow Wednesday night crowd," he said sarcastically to which you laugh.

After getting your things from your locker in the back room, you proceed to go out through the front door.

Unbeknownst to you, Seonghwa had followed behind.

You were only several steps away from the café when suddenly Seonghwa caught up to you and grab your hand.

Knowing that it's quite late and it's dark, Seonghwa should've known better. You honestly only feel slightly bad for punching his chest.

Slightly.

Like 2%.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Seonghwa you scared the devil out of me!" You exclaimed after realizing that it was just him, pulling your hand away from his grip. He coughed, trying to ease oxygen back to his lungs after you had brutally knocked them out.

"Guess I deserved that," he coughed out, but he was smirking as if he's amused by your attack, "sorry, I was just- I need to talk to you," he said, looking at you pleadingly.

"Well, it doesn't seem like that for the past month and a half, Seonghwa, you seemed just about done with me," you said while crossing your arms, your expression showing nothing but disdain at him. He seems to feel remorse after seeing how you looked at him. Never once did you showed any negativity nor hostility to him during the time you both spent together.

Seonghwa didn't really know what made him pull away from you. All he was sure of is that he felt something so strongly about you to the point that it scared him so much. He never felt the need to be with someone as much as when he was with you. He found himself thinking about you when you're both not together, he found himself only focusing on you and nothing else when you both are together, and he found his vulnerabilities open for you to access.

It scared him to hell and back when he realizes that there is a possibility of him wanting something more from you.

With you.

The man before you sighed, "I... Have no excuse for how I acted recently but believe me when I said that I regret pulling myself away from you because I'm scared, you're too good to and for someone like me, you deserve the best and I wanna be the best for you," he stepped closer to take both your hands in his, his eyes were genuine which rendered you incapable of being too mad at him, "I wish I could rewind the time and take back what I did, I never should have pulled away from you, I should have just told you the truth," he said.

For a second, he forgot about his image and he just let whatever he was feeling out, he wanted to make sure that you understand how he truly feels.

Both of you stood in silence, just staring at each other as he rubs his thumb on the back of your hand. With the way you're staring at him now, he was sure that your initial resolve had completely melted.

But suddenly from his peripheral vision, he saw Vernon coming out of a bookstore across the road and was looking around.

Remembering what prompted him to get closer to you again, he pulled you in close into his arms, a hand to your cheek and lips just centimetres away from his.

"So? Would you please give me another chance to show you how much you mean to me? Not as just some guy from your statistics class," his words made you chuckle and roll your eyes, "but as your boyfriend," he said before he could stop himself.

Your eyes widened, "m-me? With y-you? Boyfriend and girlfriend?" you choked out, not believing your ears in the first place. You wanted to make sure that he's not kidding, making a joke or making a fool out of you.

Instead of answering, however, he simply leaned in and places his lips softly on yours. The kiss was sweet, it conveyed how much he wants and misses you. For some reason it made you feel comforted, he feels like home and his arms makes you feel safe.

So then and there, you kiss him back as a form of an answer to him.

When you both finally pull away, you both could see dumb smiles decorating the other's face, proof of happiness over what just happen.

Remembering that you're in the middle of the road and there are people around you, you pulled away from his arms first but reached to tangle your hand in his.

"Come on, I believe I owed my groupmate my part of the presentation," you started as you walk, pulling him with you.

But as you walk, you turn your head at him to throw a flirty smirk, "boyfriend" you said, making him grin so wide, it could rival a Cheshire cat.

Maybe you and he isn't a bad idea at all.

All you can do now is hope that he won't break you.

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awesomerextyphoon · 3 years

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Madripoor Musings

Summary: You’re undercover as Zemo’s Sugar Baby while you’re with the team in Madripoor. You seem to like the position a little too much and Sam gets jealous.

Parings: Sam Wilson x Black Female Reader, slight Zemo x Black Female Reader

Word Count: 1,685

Rating: 18+ / Explicit

Warnings: FATWS Spoilers, Smut, Oral (f receiving), Light Choking, Angst, Semi-Public Smut, Daddy Kink, and Slight Emotional Manipulation

A/N: Ran into another writer’s block so I’m using prompts from this list to get myself out of it. Enjoy!

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“So, are we good to go, everyone?”

The four of you were jet-setting in Zemo’s private plane to Madripoor to get info on this new version of super solider serums. Zemo came up with the idea of having Sam go undercover as the West African weapons dealer/smuggler, Smiling Tiger. Bucky returned to his ‘Winter Soldier’ mode and you were to become ‘Miss Erina’, Zemo’s new arm candy/Sugar Baby.

Your backstory was simple: you’ve been with Zemo since before he went to prison living in his many estates and luxurious apartments.

It took some time for everyone to get into character. Sam tried and failed to pull off a Nigerian accent while Bucky kept up his hard glare and glower routine. You and Zemo put on the perfect couple facade with the both of you placing semi-sensual touches on each other’s bodies and showering each other with (sometimes lewd) compliments.

“Oh, thank you for the necklace, Daddy!” you gushed loving the way Sam was fuming. Bucky almost broke his character trying not to snicker.

“Nothing’s too much for you, котёнок/kotyonok (kitten).” Zemo mused as he offered you a coy smirk and leaned in for a kiss.

You giggled as he placed kisses along your jawline, neck, and collarbone.

“We’ll continue this later, киса,” Zemo whispered while winking at Sam.

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Madripoor was amazing, to say the least. It was a cyberpunk wet dream with bright lights at various angles and two distinct levels giving off a Black Lagoon/Blade Runner/Ghost in Shell vibe.

It felt like your kind of town.

It’s been like this since the Snap. Your older sister died in a car crash right after Thanos’ victory. Your father and uncle were blipped into the ocean dying instantly. Nowadays, your mother could barely talk to you without crying.

Natasha was dead and Steve fucked off to the 1940s to crush English pussy. Sharon got branded an enemy of the US Government and was forced to run. Some dumbass cracker (you will NEVER acknowledge his name) was given Sam’s rightful shield and mantle of Captain America by the craven, racist US government and had the NERVE to tell you to stay out of his way.

To top it all off, you found out that the US military tortured a man for 30 YEARS in order to ‘make the perfect soldier’.

You were finally in a place that matched how you felt.

“We’re heading into Low Town. Be on your guard, everyone.” Zemo warned as he lifted your chin and kissed you again. He insisted on walking towards your escort.

“Why do I have to wear this again? I look like a pimp!” Sam whined while looking sexy AF in his Ankara (I’m saying it’s Ankara) suit.

“Don’t mind him, Daddy. Sam has no sense of style.” You joked snuggling closer to Zemo.

“We’re not at the club yet.” Sam pointed out, vexed at the way you were clinging onto Zemo.

“We cannot let our guard down, Wilson. Selby has eyes everywhere.”

Sam relented and tried not to look your way. It was tempting due to you wearing an amazing Burgundy Fashion Nova Sugar Free Mini Dress with Black Bow Whoa Pumps. Your curves were out, but not in a shameless manner.

You had class, yet you were a tease.

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The ride to Selby’s was nothing short of thrilling.

You were right about the overall aesthetic. Madripoor definitely has the ‘dystopian punk’ feel on lock.

“You look radiant, котёнок.” Zemo cooed as you kissed his neck liking how smiled at Sam and inwardly cackled at Sam’s glower.

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Several men and some women moved to make a pass at you on the way to the club. A few audacious men learned that you were Zemo’s the hard way, Bucky made sure of it.

You had to mask your displeasure at how many people were shooting appreciative glances at Sam.

You just hoped this escapade would end soon.

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Zemo advised everyone to aim straight for the bar wrapping his arm around your waist as he strode into the club. Sam and Bucky followed suit slipping into their Apex and Winter modes respectively.

The bartender licked his lips as he looked you over, “Thought Selby told ya you ain’t welcomed here, Zemo.”

Zemo raised an eyebrow, “I know, but this is important,” he eyed several bouncers making their way towards your group. Their moves did not faze the baron. He simply turned to Bucky and whispered in his ear.

It didn’t take long for Bucky to let loose. You could’ve sworn a couple of people were ready to shit themselves.

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Selby was...interesting. She/They gave off a pretentious ‘I’m always ten steps ahead’ aura with a bit of fake whimsy. She/They wanted to give you to one of her best clients and keep Bucky for herself/themselves (probably for sexual reasons, didn’t want to pry).

The conversation was going well...until Sam’s phone went off.

Insert facepalm.

You’ve told him time and time again to put his phone on silent and get rid of vibrate. Now he was gonna get y’all killed, but you said,” Fuck it!” and shot her/them and the #2.

The group had to book it and you cursed yourself for wearing non-running heels.

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Your asses were saved by a guardian sniper, Sharon. You were glad to see her again missing your bi-weekly movie nights and sporadic weekend brunches.

“It’s good to see you, Sharon.” You greeted as you hugged Sharon at the entrance of her High Town pad.

“It’s great to see you, too, even after you’ve destroyed my work.” Sharon lowered her voice while pressing her lips together in frustration and then lust at the sight of Sam’s deliciously thicc upper body.

You couldn’t blame her as you wanted to run your hands and tongue along his planes of muscle.

You listened in on the group’s conversation as you changed clothes seeing Sam’s distress at Sharon and Zemo’s words. They did have a point about how being a hero does ring hollow, but it still hurt to see Sam’s sadness and hurt.

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You found Zemo, bless his heart, dancing like a lost dad on the dance floor and started grinding against him while shooting Sam a sexy pout accentuating your sensually full lips.

Sam, for his part, was trying to look interested talking to a waitress with killer legs. He almost lost it when he put his arms around your waist.

“Let’s see if we can get a reaction out of him,” you whispered wrapping your arms around his neck. He knew that Sam hasn’t been giving it lately.

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Your little stunt lasted for about ten minutes before Sam stomped over grabbing your arm and dragging you into one of Sharon’s ‘private rooms’ after another man got too close to what was his.

“Why did you drag me away like that?!” you shouted secretly turned on by the raging fire in his eyes.

“So you like calling your men ‘Daddy’?” Sam demanded as he backed you into the wall.

“I’m your ‘daddy’ now, vixen.” Sam breathed while lightly dragging his finger up your thighs only to find no panties.

“No panties, huh?” he smirked as he twirled his forefinger around your clit causing you to moan.

“Fuck, I love hearing you moan. Say my name, vixen. Don’t care if Sharon finds out.” Sam murmured against your lips. He effortlessly lifted you in such a way to make you wonder if he got some SS serum. It didn’t hurt that you got to see his muscles bulge underneath his turtleneck as he landed your blessed backside onto one of the tables.

“Eyes on me, kitten,” Sam ordered as he forced open your legs and made his way your slit leaving open-mouthed kisses and love bites in his wake. “You're already soaking for me, baby.” he mused as he gave your slit a long lick.

You could barely keep yourself from moaning.

“Who's your daddy, baby?”

“You are!”

“I’m your ONLY daddy!” Sam shouted and dove in.

You were drowning in ecstasy.

Sam was hitting all the right notes with your pussy. He was always a G at eating you out. Sam swatted your hand away from your mouth, “I want everyone to know who your real daddy is,!”

He kept you on edge for nine excruciating minutes before he finally let you orgasm.

“No time for rest, vixen.” Sam chided as he flipped you on the table ass up with your dress bunched up around your chest,” Are you a good little vixen?” Sam breathed in your ear as he placed kisses along your ear, neck, and collarbone.

“Yes, daddy.”

“You’re damn right I am!” He sheaved himself into you in one swift motion. You moaned in delight at the sensation. He didn’t move no matter how much you begged him, “Tell the world who your daddy is,” he instructed as he slapped your plump ass.

You screamed out his name and Sam started thrusting. He gently wrapped his hand around your neck while demanding you to shout his name. Sam pounded into you at a relentless pace constantly hitting your ‘Cum Dizzy Sector’ turning you into a delightfully orgasmic mess.

Sam was reaching his limit so he played with your clit to make you finish first. You came with what felt like an earth-shattering orgasm with Sam coming with a primal roar not too long afterward.

Both of you were so wrapped up in orgasmic bliss that you didn’t notice Sharon, Zemo, Bucky, and a few other partygoers at the door.

“So, how did go?” Sharon teased as you tried to cover yourself up.

“How much did you see?”

“Hmm,” Sharon hummed while tapping her chin, “Enough for me to close a $19.8M art deal.”

“We’re getting a 10% cut.” Sam barked annoyed with the rest of the group reigning in on his smash time.

“Fine. Get dressed, I got a lead.” Sharon announced while smirking all the way to her quarters.

You smirked at Zemo as you made your way to the exit.

Worth it.

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daydreamingatnight209 · 4 years

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Hi everyone! As promised here is the Drunk Reader story! I spent all day writing and finishing this off so I hope you like it!

Hope you are all well!

Feedback is always welcome ✨💕

“Now or Never”

Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Warnings- None - Fluff 💕

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You loved ladies night. You, Emily, JJ and Penelope definitely knew how to you get your groove on.

Ladies night let you bring your hair down, get yourself dolled up and have one night where you didn’t have to talk about the cases you dealt with on a daily basis or come face to face with the worlds worse criminals.

You could gossip, laugh and dance the night away.

Unfortunately, although you would never admit it you were a little bit of a lightweight. It didn’t matter now much you ate before, it only took a couple of drinks before you became tipsy.

You often had a tendency to over share when you were sober but after a drink or two you went into overdrive and that’s exactly what happened that ladies night.

JJ was the designated driver that night, she had to be up in the morning for Henry so she wasn’t drinking.

Three drinks in you and the night was just beginning.

“So Y/N my lovely anyone special in your life? You haven’t updated us on any dates recently”

Penelope giggled, pointing at you.

She had already asked Emily who insists that she didn’t have time for any man in her life. She was perfectly contempt with Sergio. Her cat.

Sober you was glad ladies night hadn’t happened in awhile because in that time you have suddenly developed feeling for a certain co-worker.

A certain SSA Dr. Spencer Reid.

At first you thought it was a silly crush that you could get over in a couple of weeks. You were wrong, instead of going away the feelings became stronger and you knew it was serious.

You playfully rolled your eyes as the girls stared at you intently.

“Well, there is someone but it’s, it’s nothing”

“Oooh no no, go on!” Emily squeals with JJ laughing beside her. Yet she also was secretly intrigued at who this mystery person could be.

You swayed side to side in your seat and smile lazily.

“Well, he’s tall andddd he’s got really pretty, like really pretty eyes. He’s smart and and he has these super amazing hands”

In normal circumstance the girls would look at you confused and unsure what to say, yet these nights often consist of conversations exactly like this one. They tried to get more details out of you but you didn’t want to talk about boys anymore. You wanted to dance.

You dance and drink the night away but Penelope wasn’t giving up. Drunk or not she wanted to know who this man was that you described as have pretty eyes and nice hands. It took her all night but eventually she got the bottom of the mystery. After begging you all night you finally gave in, the alcohol had took down your guard.

“Fine, fine, fine. It’s Spencerrrr” you slurred, not noticing her shocked expression that had settled on her face.

“But I mean come on! Boy Genius isn’t gonna like someone like me is he. I mean he’s got everything and I’m just me” you lip starts to quiver as your thoughts begin to overwhelm you.

JJ had watched the scene unfold before her and started to put the pieces together. The way you started to sit closer to him on the jet or at the round table. They way you were extra emotional when Spencer would do something risky and how you would catch yourself staring at him longer then normal. It broke her heart to hear her friend say those words, especially when she knew Spencer was already in love with her. He had been since he set his eyes on her. Ironically, Spencer had admitted his love for you the same way you had. You couldn’t make it to Rossi’s for a weekend party, as something had come up with your family. Spencer had a little to much to drink and spilled the beans to her. JJ promised not to say anything but now she knew she had to do something.

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It was 3 in the morning when Spencer got the phone to come and collect you from the bar. JJ said that she had her hand full with Emily and Penelope and that she could use his help. (Yes It was a lie on her part but what he didn’t know couldn’t hurt him)

He couldn’t say no to you so exactly half an hour later he was at your location, witnessing you being held up by JJ and a slightly drunk Emily.

“Spencieeeeee” you cried out, stumbling towards him. He was surprised you managed not to fall over.

He chuckled silently and opened his arms so that he could hold you up. He wrapped his blazer that he shoved on, around you in an attempt to shield you from the cold waiting outside.

You lent into the warmth and let your head rest on his shoulder.

“Come on love, let’s get you home”

“I’m having fun though” you protest.

It took him a solid 10 minutes to get you into the car due to your protests but in the end your energy burst, flamed out and you were complaining that you were tired.

Spencer didn’t want to leave you alone in this state and decided it would be best if he took you to his apartment where he could keep an eye on you.

What happened next, Spencer didn’t even suspect.

After helping you into his apartment, and letting you change into one of his old Cal-Tech T shirts, he finally gets you into bed while he takes the side chair.

“Come cuddle with me” you beg him but he looked hesitant. You were drunk. It didn’t mean anything but he still didn’t want to take advantage. He shook his head and tries to get you to sleep.

He thought he was successful and began to get through spare duvet so he could sleep on the sofa in his living room, until you blurted something out that stopped him in his tracks completely.

“I love you Spencer, but like really really in love with you. Drunk me wants you to know. But shhh can’t tell anyone” you giggle to yourself as you eyes lose the battle to stay open and you drift off to sleep.

Spencer vows that you will both finally have the long awaited sit down about how you both feel when you next awaken.

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You couldn’t help but groan as you take in your ridiculously dry mouth and your pounding headache when you wake up the next morning. You never wanted to drink again.

It takes a moment before you take in your surroundings and realise where you are. Spencer’s apartment... in Spencer’s bed.

You shot up immediately and were relieved to see you was still fully clothed.

You sigh, thank the lord. Yet it still didn’t explain how you got here.

You take another moment and that’s when the dread hits and the memories come flooding back.

You told Spencer you loved him ...

Right on cue, the Doctor himself enters the room with some painkillers and a glass of water.

You were grateful, but could sense his nerves.

You could blame what you said on the alcohol and pretend it never happened or you could finally face the music.

It was now or never.

“So about last night...” you trail off refusing to look at him as he sat opposite you.

Spencer didn’t want to tip toe around this any longer. He was tried of all three games and avoidance. He liked you, you liked him. So what was the problem?

“Was it true?” He asks, simply.

You knew he meant business.

“Yes” you mumble.

Spencer breaks into the biggest grin you could possible imagine and you see him visibly relax.

“Then meet me here, at 6pm tomorrow night, the job permitting”

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toxic - chapter 10

hi guys sorry it’s been a minute. things have been a little crazy lately and my mental health kinda shut down for a little while and lost focus and motivation so i had to get that back up. i hope you enjoy this chapter :) (may contain spoilers to Knives Out)

“Oh the hell he did not!”

Claire had her arms wrapped around you as you laid your head on her shoulder and cried. You came home from the airport yesterday and were spending the day at your best friend’s house, catching her up on everything she missed. The two of you sat on Claire’s bed in sweatpants and t-shirts, binging on ice cream and Netflix.

“I-I felt like an absolute piece of c-crap, and spent the last night at H-Harlan’s since he is obviously the n-nicest one in that family,” you sobbed. Claire rubbed your shoulder and shook her head. Anger brewed in her brown eyes.

“(Y/N) you did the right thing, I’m sorry it didn’t work out for you sweetie. This is all my fault,” she muttered. You looked up at her and rubbed your wet eyes.

“No no! Claire n-none of this is your fault. Y-You only wanted the best for me, y-you didn’t know Ransom was going to be s-such an asshole,” you replied earnestly, your eyes not breaking from hers. Claire sighed and nodded.

“I promise we’re gonna find your Prince Charming, alright?” Claire said. You rolled your eyes and smiled.

“Alright slow down there, matchmaker.”

“No but we are! I mean how could I have been so stupid? Obviously you wouldn’t fall in love with a jerk who hasn’t changed!” She exclaimed. You felt a twinge in your stomach when she said that. You shook it off because you had completely convinced yourself you were NOT in love with Ransom Drysdale... Yeah, that’s right.

“Claire I think I’ll stick with being single for a while,” you chuckled. Claire shook her head.

“Nope, will not allow it. I want to be maid of honor at my best friend’s gorgeous wedding, and I’m getting antsy!” She whined. You laughed and the two of you laid back onto the pillows. You glanced out the window. The moon was glowing brightly and the night lights of the city were alive. You could hear cars driving and horns honking.

“It’s getting late...” You muttered. Claire turned and looked at you.

“Let’s have a sleepover. Come on, stay the night,” she suggested excitedly. You scrunched your nose, debating the concept.

“Claire...”

“No seriously! It will be fun. How often do we get to do this anymore?” She asked. You glared at her as she flashed you her “(Y/N)-I-want-to-do-it-please” face and wide eyes. You groaned in defeat.

“I don’t have a toothbrush or extra clothes or any other crap.”

“Oh come on girl you know I keep extra for you here.”

You smiled and shook your head.

~•~•~

Ransom was looking through any possible place he could find your information.

He was rich, it shouldn’t be this hard.

Twitter? Nothing. Instagram? Nice apartment pictures, no address. Tumblr? What the hell is that app and what was he reading? He couldn’t even find your Snapchat. He groaned loudly and threw his head back against his pillows. He was laying in that comfortable bed of his, next to the spot where you once were. The pillows and sheets still vaguely smelled of you, which drove Ransom crazy.

He ran a hand through his brown hair angrily, and tried Wikipedia again. You weren’t famous or anything, so that barely did shit. It took him forever to sort through half of the content The New York Times provided, so he gave up there long ago.

What was he going to do? He could only be so creepy about it, right? He shook his head and kicked his sheets off. He stood up and threw on some clothes, deciding maybe he could go interrogate Harlan.

He stormed downstairs and out the door, revving up the BMW and taking off with a roar of the engine.

He drove through the empty highway and made it to his grandfather’s, pulling up and slamming on the breaks. He jumped out of the car and stormed up to the door, walking straight in. He startled Marta, who was just grabbing her coat. Ransom walked up to her and stared at her with angry blue eyes.

“Where the hell is (Y/N)? Do you know where she lives?” He spat. Marta’s brown eyes stared in horror and she shook her head.

“I don’t know,” she responded shakily. He stepped away and exhaled forcefully, clenching his fists and making his way to Harlan’s office. Marta slipped on her coat and quickly ran out the door, making her way to a bush to throw up.

She knew where you lived, you gave her your address. But you were too good of a friend and Marta wasn’t about to betray you for a jerk. She quickly pulled herself back together and drove home, getting ready to call and warn you.

“Grandfather!” Ransom yelled and stomped into Harlan’s office. Harlan looked up at him calmly as his grandson slammed his hands on the desk.

“My my, it sure is late Ransom-“

“Cut the bullshit, where is she?” Ransom said flatly. Harlan raised an eyebrow and looked at him for a moment. Harlan knee Ransom meant business, but he wasn’t going to allow him to take it too far. He needed to know Ransom was going to handle things calmly. He needed to know Ransom could act like an adult.

“I only know so much, my boy.” Harlan leaned back and crossed his arms. Ransom’s eyes narrowed more and he put more pressure onto the desk. He was breathing harshly and Harlan shrugged. “What are your intentions?” He asked simply. Ransom’s expression softened slightly.

“I want to go apologize for screwing up so horribly. I know I was an idiot, I know,” Ransom explained bitterly. He was now pacing slowly, one arm crossed and the other under his chin. “I think she was just about the best thing to ever happen to me, and I messed up big time...”

Harlan watched his grandson pace. He felt bad for him, seeing him truly sorry and attached to you like this. Yet he also knew Ransom would have to take the consequences for this. Ransom glanced at him with sad blue eyes.

“What was it you told me on Thanksgiving? You thought (Y/N) and I reunited for a reason?” Ransom walked back up to Harlan. “What was that reason?”

Harlan stared back at his grandson and sighed. Ransom’s face read pain and Harlan knew he was reluctantly going to have to sell you out.

“What are you willing to do to get her back?”

Ransom bit his lip. “Anything.”

~•~•~•~•~

You woke up the next morning on Claire’s bed. You rubbed your groggy eyes and looked over at Claire who was on the wrong end of the bed. Her black hair was a mess and her mouth was slightly parted open.

You chuckled quietly and pushed your hair out of your face. You heaved yourself up and looked on the floor.

Half-eaten bowls of popcorn, reminants of melted ice cream, tissues, and an open box of chocolates laid on the floor. The TV asked if you were “still watching The Office (U.S.)?” and sunlight creeped through the curtains.

“Claire!” You whispered. Claire grunted and shifted onto her stomach. “Claire, time to get up.” You glanced at your phone and the time read 10:15 AM. Your best friend showed no sign of response.

You stood up, grabbed one of her arms, and yanked her off the bed. She fell with a solid thud and looked back up at you.

“Girl, I let you spend the night at my home and this is how you thank me?” She scolded playfully. You giggled and helped her up.

“Well, I’m hungry and we both look like hot messes, so I thought we should get fixed up,” you explained. Claire shrugged.

“Need a shower?”

“Nah, I stole your bathroom after you fell asleep and took one,” you confessed with a smile. Claire slapped your shoulder playfully and you laughed.

“Well I’m taking one.” Claire yawned. She made her way to her bathroom and paused. “And I better not find no positive pregnancy test in the trash can,” she bit sarcastically. Your stomach twinged and you laughed.

How were you supposed to get over Ransom with Claire mentioning him left and right?

~•~•~

Ransom found himself on a plane to New York later that evening.

Harlan finally decided that Ransom wasn’t going to go psycho on you and gave him your information. But, as a punishment, Ransom would have to take public airline instead of the private jet.

Ransom looked around at the boring people around him and bounced in his seat impatiently. Dear god, could this plane go any faster?

He stared out the window and sighed, knowing he was making his way to you. He stared up at the moon and knew it was the same one you were looking at right now.

He was anxious to find you, but knew that it would be over the top to try and find you that night. He booked a hotel relatively close to your apartment complex, just incase something miraculous happened.

He hoped he could make things right with you again. How was he going to pass up his feelings like this? He’d secretly liked you since the two of you were teenagers! He was still surprised at himself for finding “the one” for him.

Anxious and jumpy, Ransom leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He couldn’t stand another minute awake that he wasn’t spending with you.

hiiiii everyone, i’m back! thank you so much for waiting patiently and i hope you enjoyed this chapter! we got to see a softer and more vulnerable side of ransom here, and i think that’ll be happening more often! anyway, thanks for staying supportive and chapter 11 is in the works!🤍

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there are so many plot holes in Peter’s betrayal IT’S INSANE

okay! hello! can I just rant for a minute? I’m writing a fic that spans from the beginning of the marauders’ years at Hogwarts to Remus and Sirius’ last days together and I’m trying to lay down the timeline of the first war right now, and

nothing! about! jk rowling’s plot! makes! sense!

(apologies in advance for spelling mistakes I’m drunk and tired, but let’s gO)

Problem 1: The Potters

JK has two conflicting timelines of when the Potters go into hiding:

Timeline 1:

the Potters go into hiding immediately after Lily becomes pregnant

this means they went into hiding around October 1979 and stayed in hiding for two years until they died in October 1981

that’s a long ass time! a loooooong ass time! you’re telling me they were locked in their house for two years?? that means they only served in the Order for a little over a year which makes no sense because...

Problem 1: Somebody took a photo of the Order in July of 1981 and James and Lily were in it. Why would they have left their newborn baby at home (or taken him with them!) to go to Order headquarters and take a photo for an organization they hadn’t been a part of for almost two years?

Problem 2: In Lily’s letter to Sirius, written around August of 1981, a month after the photo was taken, she reports being in hiding and says that James is starting to get antsy not being able to go anywhere which implies they JUST went into hiding and are still getting used to being stuck in the house

Timeline 2:

Based on all the information above, the Potters must have gone into hiding early to mid-July in 1981, after the Order photo was taken and before Harry’s birthday on July 31st (Lily mentions in her letter that Harry celebrated his first birthday in hiding). This would make sense because if Peter was already working for Voldemort (which Sirius claims he was in POA) then it wouldn’t take him very long to betray them to Voldy, and so them being in hiding for only three months before they were killed is very reasonable. So this timeline that I’ve just described must be J.K.’s second timeline, right?? that would make sense, right? WRONG. Nothing makes sense in this world, you fool.

timeline two ACTUALLY says that the Potters had to go into hiding “at the time of Harry’s christening”

which like?? what??? his christening? okay. I guess Lily was devoutly religious because Christianity sure didn’t seem to be a big thing among the purebloods (what this reads like to me, though, is another example of JK Rowling trying to weirdly inject Christianity into the Harry Potter books while ignoring all other religions, but that’s for another time) ((fyi I have no issues with Christianity or blending religion and fantasy but her usage of it is odd and noncommittal))

christenings usually happen anywhere from a few weeks to six months after the baby’s birth depending on your sect, situation, e.t.c

this would mean that the Potters went into hiding around late summer-early fall of 1980

THIS would mean that the cast the Fidelius charm for a year before their death

this seems more likely than the first scenario, but all of the problems listed above with the picture and the inconsistencies in the letter are still present

On top of that, Sirius claims that Peter was a spy for a year before the Potters’ death. This would mean that Peter secretly joined Voldemort at almost exactly the same time the Potters went under the Fidelius charm. Admittedly, the Potter family being directly threatened and going into hiding seems like a solid catalyst for Peter noping-the-fuck-out of the Order and secretly becoming a spy. He probably partially joined the Order because all of his friends were doing it (James especially) and so seeing James being forced into hiding was probably a huge shock for him. Also, at this point, the Death Eaters were winning, and he was most definitely shitting himself over that. So. Yes. Timeline works there.

BUT! then why did it take Peter a year to give the Potters up? It seems (although there’s some wiggle room) like they didn’t switch secret keepers, rather made it seem like Sirius was the secret keeper publicly while Peter was secretly the real secret keeper. In this scenario, Peter either would have had to willfully withhold this information from Voldy himself for almost year, which is kind of a dangerous move coming from a coward, or he told Voldemort the minute he was made secret keeper and for some reason Voldemort didn’t do ANYTHING ABOUT IT FOR A YEAR. Does Voldemort have really bad procrastination issues? Did he just forget that there’s a baby that’s threatening his very existence out there somewhere?

This leaves one last plausible option: something happened that made them switch secret-keepers last minute, and Peter did not become secret keeper until shortly before the Potters’ death. This is not what Pottermore or the books imply, but it’s what makes the most sense. We’ll come back to this option in problem 3 which is all about secret keepers, but for now let’s talk about the prophecy that made all of this come to be...

Problem 2: The Prophecy

Dumbledore says that the prophecy was made in 1980 “shortly before [Harry’s] birth” on a “cold, wet night”.

I think that anything below 50 Fahrenheit/10 Celsius can be considered cold, so according to this map of temperatures in the Scottish Highlands:

(okay... yes... I see it too... perhaps the climate map of the Scottish Highlands is taking things a bit too far. But I’m trying to make a point, okay!!)

Trelawney could have conceivably given Dumbledore the prophecy anywhere from late March - early June. There’s some wiggle room there, but I’d place my bets on it happening somewhere in the spring based on the weather and timing. This means that Trelawney made the prophecy a year and a half before Voldemort was finally able to kill the Potters. So what took Voldemort so long? Let’s break it down.

We know that Snape overheard the prophecy and brought it to Voldemort. From there Voldemort decided to kill Harry not Neville because Harry was a half-blood like himself, Snape went back to Dumbledore and offered himself as a double agent in exchange for Lily’s protection, and Voldemort reportedly spent “months searching” for the Potters until he found their whereabouts and discovered they were using a Fidelius charm. Then “WITHIN A WEEK OF BEING NAMED SECRET KEEPER” Peter betrayed them and Voldemort was able to enter the Potters’ home. The implications of this are too ridiculously convoluted to get into, but I’ll hit the stuff that makes me want to scream:

Option 1: Snape Tells Voldy Immediately After He Hears the Prophecy

In this scenario, we only have a few months accounted for. Voldemort finds out about prophecy, searches for a few months, finds the Potters, kills them. Makes sense, right? Bing, bang, boom. Very efficient. Except no. He knew for a year and a half, so what was he doing with allll of that extra time? Discovering the joys of muggle television? Completing a 5,000 piece crossword puzzle? Teaching Nagini to dance? Get on top of it, man. World domination is on the line. A few months is not a year and a half.

It’s also possible that the few months thing is wrong, and Voldemort was actually searching for the full year and a half. If Peter gave the Potters up within a week of becoming secret keeper, they should have been dead wayyy earlier! Like over a year earlier! Even if Sirius was the original secret keeper, and they switched mid-October of 1981, Peter would have still known where the Potters where and that they were under the Fidelius charm, information Voldemort didn’t know until shortly before he killed them. So why did Peter, who was already a spy at this point, fail to say anything? If Voldemort had found out Peter had willfully withheld information, he surely would have killed him. That thought alone should have been enough to make Peter come to him immediately considering how terrified Peter has always been of dying.

Option 2: Snape Sort of Drags His Feet with the Whole Thing

okay so maybe Snape didn’t tell the dark lord immediately. Maybe he knew what this would mean for Lily and was terrified. Maybe he debated for a long time whether it would be safer for Lily if he kept the information to himself or if he told the dark lord and begged him to spare her (fuck the baby, am I right?)

STILL this is a big risk for Snape. No one really wants to piss of Voldemort and saying, “heyyyy big man, I’ve actually known that there’s a super baby that can kill you for like a year, and I didn’t tell you about it because I was scared, but don’t be mad” is not an A+ move. Seems like Voldemort might be kind of mad. Seems like he might even kill you. It seems unlikely to me that Snape would wait that long, but I guesssss it’s possible.

NO MATTER WHAT there are so many conflicts in this timeline. Everything conflicts with everything else, especially the timeline of the secret keeper which is wholly dependent on the other two fucked-up timelines we just discussed, so without further ado...

Problem 3: The Secret Keeper

so WHY not just make Sirius the secret keeper? That’s the question of the century. If the secret keeper can only break the Fidelius charm voluntarily--meaning torturing or imperius-ing them can’t force it out--and Sirius, in his own words, “would have died rather than betray [James]” then WHY NOT JUST HAVE SIRIUS BE THE SECRET KEEPER AND BE DONE WITH IT LADS

Well here’s Pottermore’s (sigh) answer:

“The answer is that Sirius wanted to deflect attention from the real Secret-Keeper. He probably hoped Voldemort would go after him so he could steer attention away from Pettigrew. If all had gone to plan, Voldemort may never have known Sirius was not the Secret-Keeper – but even if he’d discovered the bluff, Voldemort’s pursuit of Sirius would have given the Potters and Pettigrew time to regroup.”

Okay... so Sirius wanted to deflect attention from the real secret keeper... and have the Death Eaters come after him instead... but this still explains nothing because whether Sirius is or is not the secret keeper, the Death Eaters are coming after him regardless, and if he knows that he would rather die than betray James and Lily, why risk letting anyone else carry the secret? In other words, why did he trust Peter more than himself?

The only answer I can think of is that something happened that made Sirius stop trusting himself. For some reason, he felt that the Death Eaters had something on him that might make him break. Sirius’ defining quality is his undying, self-sacrificial loyalty to the people he loves, so it’s a massive deal that he doubted his own ability to be loyal to James, Lily, and Harry. This goes entirely against his character, so something must have happened that was not mentioned in the books. Unless we change his entire character, there’s a HUGE missing piece here.

(I am keeping this a mainly wolfstar-free post because it’s just about the plotting of the books, but I think it’s interesting to explore how the Death Eaters could have threatened to torture/kill Remus to try to try to make Sirius break. That’s literally the only scenario I can imagine that would make Sirius doubt his ability to be loyal to the Potters--if he had to choose between killing James and killing Remus. Anyways. That’s really dark. Let’s move on.)

Problem 4: Peter

Okay so now we’re past the actual event of Peter’s betrayal and hopping ahead to after James and Lily died.

Why did Peter remain a rat for 12 years?

Pros of Remaining a Rat:

the wizarding world can go on thinking you’re dead and thinking your best friend is guilty of 13 murders

the Death Eaters who think you wanted Voldemort to die at Godric’s Hollow also think you’re dead and aren’t going to be up in your business

someone feeds you

life is simple (if you ignore the many lives weighing on your conscience and the ultimate degradation of your soul)

Cons of Remaining a Rat:

you’re a rat

no one likes you

you have to watch out for mouse traps

you live in a house with Fred and George and probably fear for your life every waking moment

no seriously I think these are big cons

Other Options If You’ve Murdered Your Best Friends and Are a Rat:

go live with the muggles. seriously. there must be a muggle village somewhere without wizards (there aren’t that many wizards) where you can BE A HUMAN. Even if you do run into a wizard, they probably won’t immediately recognize you, and if they do, you can turn into a rat, run away, and go live with the millions of rats of the world

go to space?

no, I mostly just wanted to make that first point

It’s also possible he remained a rat because, as Sirius said, he was “keeping an ear out for news [...] Just in case [his] old protector regained strength, and it was safe to rejoin him.” This definitely is possible, but if I had to choose between maybe living a life as a human and living as a rat in case a guy who totally seems dead comes back, I’d try to be a human. Plus, Peter could live with muggles and still keep up with wizard news.

Problem 5?: Sirius’ Escape

Admittedly, this problem isn’t that big. I still find it a bit weird though.

When Sirius recollects his escape to Harry he says:

If all Sirius had to do to escape Azkaban was to slip out the door when the dementors brought him food, why did he wait twelve years?? yes, okay, he was a universally wanted man and people would have immediately started hunting for him, but Sirius is fucking smart. Dude became an animagi (something only seven other people had done that century) when he was fif-fucking-teen and was considered to be a genius by almost everyone who knew him. Surely he could have hacked it on his own for awhile until he made it to Remus or Dumbledore** and was able to convince them that Peter had been the real secret keeper. And yeah! It may not have worked. In fact, even if Sirius did convince Remus it hadn’t been him, they’re still kind of fucked either way. Worst case scenario, though, Sirius just gets sent back to Azkaban. It’s not like they could have extended his already life-long sentence. I feel like you could argue the merits or disadvantages of running away from Azkaban until you’re blue in the face, but the bottom line is Sirius is a reckless, impulsive, chaotic human being who hates to be told what to do and hates to be made useless and has no qualms risking everything if it seems worth it. So why wasn’t even a brief glimmer of freedom worth it? The only reason I can think of is that Sirius was so destroyed by Peter’s betrayal and the Potters’ death that he didn’t really think it was worth living at all.

ALSO, one last thing, why is it so fuckin’ easy to escape Azkaban? All you have to do is slip out the door and do some swimming? Someone should have done that years ago!

**okay admittedly Dumbledore probably didn’t care about exonerating Sirius and actually found it quite convenient that he was in Azkaban because it meant Harry had no adult looking out for him, but Sirius didn’t know that, and probably still thought Dumbledore cared somewhat for his wellbeing because they worked so closely in the Order (but this is totally conjecture idk)

anyways, point is:

HOW CAN YOU FAIL TO PLOT THE CORNERSTONE OF YOUR ENTIRE SERIES SO SPECTACULARLY?? THIS IS YOUR JOB. THIS IS YOUR LIVELIHOOD.

If you have any thoughts, answers, or if you simply wish to scream in frustration with me, please add them on!

#pls don't judge the pure obsessiveness of this I just went on Thanksgiving break and my city is on full lockdown and I have 2 much time #marauders headcanon #harry potter plot holes #marauders era rp #sirius black #peter pettigrew #the potters #mwpp era #mine #ahhhhh!

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Put Me In a Movie

Keanu Reeves x Reader(A/n- I’ve been meaning to post this since last week, but I’m lazy.)

Summary Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

Warnings- Angst

Chapter 13- Hold Me Without Hurting Me

The pack had started warming in his hands, and eventually, Keanu couldn't bring himself to do much more than toss it back to the table and listlessly drag himself back to his trailer, which neighbored Y/n’s. Standing outside, between both metal contraptions; his on the right and hers on the left, he contemplated knocking on Y/n’s instead. He didn’t like the way their earlier interaction had ended; with her in tears, storming out and essentially ending their relationship.

It was his fault, he’d pushed her.

Keanu had almost made the trek up the steps, almost knocked on the door, almost begged her to take him back. He’d almost done a lot of things, like let himself fall. But alas, for everything he’d almost done, there were a dozen more that he'd done wrong and in the end, he’d just slunk back into the cold cocoon of his own trailer, flopping onto the sofa, groaning as he threw his head back. It hurt though the insistent throbbing, the slight pull of his stitches and heaviness over his left eye felt like nothing compared the new hollowness in his chest.

Truthfully, Keanu hadn't meant for things to go the way they had, it was never his intention to have her leave for good. But it was so foreign to him; it had been a while since he'd been with a woman who'd looked at him the way Y/n had, who's touch alone was enough to remedy physical pain. Who could make his lips tremble but slow his anxious heart at the same time. She was different in other ways too; usually, the girls he dated were willing to go with whatever he wanted, anything just to keep him interested. Sometimes, though more times than he preferred to admit, Keanu would find himself realizing that a woman only adored him for what he was, rather than who he was. But Y/n…….Y/n actually cared. Y/n loved him.

Even if he’d given her a million reasons not to.

Love.

The word made an unwarranted panic rise up in Keanu’s chest. He wasn’t sure if he felt that way, when you feel it, you should know right? But Keanu didn’t know. All he knew was that he wanted her back, unashamedly and quite selfishly, even if he wasn’t sure what his feelings were. Maybe they could patch things up with an emotional band aid, just enough so he could have her, though without letting himself get too submerged. Keanu wasn’t ready for that kind of commitment anyway. He wasn’t the type.

At least, that was what he’d told himself. Convinced himself.

But he was lying to himself. Keanu was always lying to himself

Maybe he really should make things right, heedlessly hold on until he could sort himself out, until he could find a way to to shift things, so if they ever did walk away, he could leave unscathed. Control. That was what he wanted, control. Control over their feelings, over the way everyone saw them, over the way he saw himself.

Control, he would find it.

Production had been halted for the rest of the evening, and by extension, the two days following Keanu’s accident, hopefully giving him enough time to grasp his bearings. It was without warning, though Y/n understood the circumstances and was immensely grateful for the down time, hoping that she too could manage to pull herself together before they’d face each other again.

Nearly a day had passed, going on twenty four whole hours since she’d left Keanu sitting on a plastic chair in an air conditioned trailer that smelt like Hydrogen-Peroxide and disinfectant, tossing a beady ice pack to his chest, earning herself nothing more than a surprised ‘omph’ in the process. Since then, she’d fluttered through a range of emotions; anger at his reluctance, gnawing sorrow because he couldn’t return her love and finally, frustration when Keanu hadn’t made the slightest effort to swing by her room and pretend to be sorry.

All she wanted was to get him back, so she could put aside the doubt, at least for a while. Y/n didn’t like the feeling that came with his absence, and even if being with him felt like she was sinking slowly, drowning in a whirlpool resulting from her own devices, being without Keanu felt like she was being pulled under ice cold water, suddenly and without the strength to swim herself to recovery.

By then her bed had become a haven, one that still held his scent, even if the sheets had been changed. Perhaps it was just her imagination. Y/n had spent far too much time there since she’d returned to the hotel, only ever leaving for lengthy showers or to get food. Not much else seemed appealing anyway and the rest of the hotel would just remind her of everything that she’d poured into Keanu. She ruined things with a good man for him, almost dismantled her relationship with her father for him, sacrificed half her sanity, just for him. And still, it wasn’t enough. She wasn’t enough.

Maybe nothing would be enough for him.

Yet, Y/n still clutched hope close to her chest; Keanu would knock on her door, tell her he was sorry and ask her to take him back. She’d do it in a heartbeat too, even if she was almost sure that he’d be lying. Believing his lies; it had already become her norm anyway. There was a toxicity that came with loving him, and Y/n could readily recognize it; you shouldn't have to swallow up lies when affections ran as deep as hers, you shouldn’t cry yourself to sleep or have to convince yourself that they care either. But she’d done it, and in the name of hope, she’d keep doing it, until she couldn’t any longer.

A fretful huff left her chapped lips and shoving the sheets away, Y/n aimlessly hoped that running her hands through her tangled hair would do something to dismiss the thoughts of Keanu; as much as she loved him, she really did want to stop thinking of him. It wasn’t like she could do much about their break up anyway, she’d broken up with him and he hadn’t really done much to stop it.

As she sat up, Y/n surveyed the room, dimmed by the incoming evening, merely the silhouettes of furniture remaining visible in the hazy room. The air conditioner ran on high, offering a chill to combat the thick, comfortable layers she’d sought refuge in and the remote to the television mounted to the wall remained her only companion. Her phone was somewhere around too, probably hidden away beneath the room service menu on the nightstand, Y/n could hear it buzzing every once in a while, but couldn't summon up the will to pick it up. She’d get back to whoever it was, at some point.

For a solid minute, she just sat there, immersed in the sea of fabric, wondering if she’d be spending the night the same way she’d wasted the day; sulking in between wine induced naps. Though, three brisk knocks on the front door interrupted her muddy thoughts, causing Y/n to groan as she tumbled out of the bed. On her way to the door, she finished a glass of red that had been sitting beneath her unlit lamp and once again ran her fingers through her hair, that time to vanquish any traces of telling bed head.

With a strained sigh, Y/n took the knob in her hand, pulling the door open, ready to tell whoever it was that she was busy. But at the sight of the offender, the words didn’t come, stifled by the hope pluming in her chest, “You’re…... “ With glassy eyes and quivering lips, Y/n tried to seem as cool as possible, though she knew the over sized sweatshirt and loose booty shorts, along with the redness in her eyes and flush in her cheeks would be a dead give away.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed sadly when Keanu found that Y/n probably wasn’t going to say much more. His lips were set in a deep frown and the bandage protecting his sutures had been recently changed and switched out for a smaller one. Keanu's hair looked almost as frazzled as Y/n's and she wondered if he'd been nervous about going to see her. "I never meant to hurt you," he carried on softly, exhaling as he shoved his fists into the pockets of worn jeans, "I just-"

Despite her mind's protest, a nagging thought reminding Y/n that she was making it too easy, she held the door open a bit wider, the fondness in her heart growing at just the thought of Keanu wanting her back, "Why don't you come in?"

He seemed stunned at first, eyes widening with confusion and jaw going slack, but eventually gave in and Keanu knew that it would be a lie if he wasn't secretly hoping that things could be that easy, "Okay," he nodded wearily, "Thanks."

Now standing in the living room, the orange glow from the setting sun washing the room through the glass balcony doors, casting a burnt hue on the furniture and floors, Y/n thought that the atmosphere felt choked and a little clumsy. She couldn’t tell if Keanu was being genuine or not, but she did know that she was going to believe him, just so things could go back to being okay for a while. He stood about a foot away, shoulders hung and head down cast, directed to their feet, still though, she had to look up at him, not meeting his gaze, but desperately searching for some truth in his expression. “What I said yesterday,” Keanu swallowed thickly, shaking his head, “I didn’t mean it when I said that you were smothering me, I just wasn’t expecting you to care that much.”

“I’ve always cared that much,” Y/n turned her face away, not wanting Keanu to see her feelings, he’d already hurt them so much. Her fingers toyed with the cuffs of her grey sweatshirt as she awaited more, eventually trying to propel it with; “Is that what you came here to say?”

“Yeah,” he sighed heavily, removing a hand from his pocket to run it through his tousled hair, scrubbing his nails through his salt and pepper beard before letting it fall haplessly to his side again, “And to ask you for a second chance. I want us to work on this,” finally, he looked at her, and Y/n let their gazes meet. She searched his eyes, only finding turmoil and swirling confusion there. It was nothing like what she offered him; love, admiration and adoration.

Maybe she could find it there though, one day.

“I……” Don’t do it, he doesn’t care as much as you do. Don’t do it, he doesn’t care at all. Nothing’s gonna change, don’t do it! But Y/n didn’t listen, logic was a dry pill that was too hard to swallow she wasn’t willing to believe that Keanu would hurt her again, even though she knew it was the truth. They had so much to work out before they could even think about being together, they were hurt people, who in the end, would inevitably hurt people, but Y/n didn’t care. She never did. She wanted what they had when he made her laugh, when he touched her and sparked life in shadowy depths of her soul.

She was selfish enough to want him, despite their brokenness.

“I want that too,” Y/n eventually nodded, dragging herself towards Keanu, thoughtlessly letting herself sink into his sullen embrace. His arms, circling her waist, felt warm, though not in the way she’d expected to. Instead, it was like being enveloped in hot, empty air. It was just a gesture, nothing more than the act. That was in actuality, but in her head, she could feel what he poured into it, convinced herself that this was what he wanted, that things were going to work this time.

But unless they learned to grow up, stitch themselves back together, they wouldn’t.

But she could hope. Hope that one day, there would be more than emptiness. Hope that at some point he’d change his mind and fall in love with her.

Y/n could always hope

******

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baby-turtlefan · 4 years

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RiseRaph x reader late movie night

It was late in the city of New York. The sun was already gone and the city was as silent as it can be. The turtles decided to organise a Jupiter Jim marathon with April and Y/N. it was the first time that Y/N was present to a movie night and everyone was excited especially Raph who had developed a crush on her. He knew she wouldn’t love him the same way, but being her best friend was good enough for him for now.

They had everything ready, the popcorn was ready to get pop, the soda was out of the fridge and the movie was set. The only thing that was missing, the girl.

They were walking in the sewer, on there way to the lair. April had in her hand some bag of candy. You couldn’t wait to be there. You loved the Jupiter Jim and you loved even more the big red turtle; you had a crush on him since the first time you saw him. his big heart, his sense of responsibility and the fact that he was protective really stick to you. Plus, his muscle body and his cute smile was a nice bonus. April was the only person that knew and you were grateful of it. You didn’t want to get tease by the boys or the boys teasing Raph because of it.

- So, are you going to sit down next to Raph toning?

- Maybe, if I can I would like to he is a bit calmer then Leo or Mickey when we watch Jupiter Jim.

- Yeah, your right.

You continue talking about anything and when you arrived at the lair, you both heard Leo scream at Mickey to start the popcorn. You smiled and continued onward. You entered the movie room and saw Raph already siting on the coach, making sure that everything was working correctly. You approach him slowly and sit down next to him. he then realises that you were there and jump a little.

- Hi Y/N how are you doing?

- I am doing fine thanks for asking. How about you?

- Doing great, I am just making sure that everything is working right.

- Alright, can I help?

- Not really. Although you can go get some blanket and pillow for later. They are in the other room.

- Alright

You did as you were told and came back with 6 pillow and 5 blankets. You didn’t have one yet, but you didn’t mind.

A few minute later, everyone was in the room and the first movie was playing. Raph was sitting by your side and you could fill April eye on you two. Raph could fill it too. Not so long ago, she discovered that he had a crush on you and she convince him to organise that movie night and for the two of you to sit decide itch other. She told him that maybe Jupiter Jim could help him with romance. He didn’t understand what she meant by that but he secretly hope it would help. He looks down at you and smiled, you were so beautiful tonight, you were wearing your favorite red pyjama that look similar to his but instead of a teddy bear, it was a cat. It was adorable. he looks at you for a solid 10 minute before he realises that the movie was almost done and he had to get ready for the next one.

It was the third movie. Mickey and Leo were already out. Raph was about to say something when soddenly, your head was on his arm, you were asleep too. He looks at you and couldn’t bring himself to wake you up. So, he just took his blanket and cover you. April was smiling at this, Donnie too. He was about to say something to his older brother but April stop him.

Raph didn’t pay any attention to the movie or at anything else but you. You were so peaceful and so cute as well. He waited for about 5 minutes before moving you in a more comfortable position aka your head on his lap. He moved your hair out of your face and sigh. He looks at his brother but realise that him and April were gone. He took a big breath and said in a whisper:

- You are way to cute for your own good you know that.

No respond, he took another big breath and look down at your lips. They wouldn’t mind if i…

He kissed you on the cheek which woke you up a little but you didn’t move or said anything. You were to comfortable to do so. Then you head him say:

- How can someone as nice and adorable as you could ever like… this all situation… he said in a heart-breaking voice.

You slowly open your eye and saw a tear in his eye. It wasn’t the first time you saw Raph or any of the boy’s cry before, but this time, it broke your heart. You took all your courage and slowly grab Raph face and kiss him back on the cheek. He turns around, surprise by the action. You only smiled and told him.

- It is not hard or impossible to like you because I like you Raph. You have a big heart; you are not scared to show your emotion and you care for the one you love deeply. Who wouldn’t fall for you?

He shy smile escape his lips and your face turn as red as his mask.

- You like me more then a friend?

- Yes Raph, more then a friend

- You love me back

- Yes Raph

He fixes your lips for a second and then look at you directly into your eye.

- Can I kiss you?

The question made your face become ever redder than his mask, but your nob anyways. He slowly bends down and kiss you on your lips, it was wonderful. There was so much love in the kiss. When you separated, you laid back down and said:

- Do you mind if I sleep over here a bit?

- You can sleep on my lab all you want sweety.

You slowly close your eye and fall asleep and not to long after, he did the same with you still on his lap.

it is my first x reader, how was it? i did this fiction to support Rottmnt. please @netflix buy the right for Rottmnt and continu the series. it as so much pottential and so much more to offert.

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hwangdol · 5 years

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n.jm: where were you?

summary: y/n does not know what the fuck is going on half of the time.

pairing: highschool!fboi!jaemin x fem!reader

warning: a lot of cursing, drug usage reference, crackheadness, maybe a lot of grammer error. this is my first bullet-scenario au so yeah. also! this a collab with the lovely @huangsren in out nct dreamies alternate universe teehee. she has a lovely, fluffy renjun one up so go read it!

part two!

you okay let’s get this collab with @huangsren

so at NCT High if you don't know Na Jaemin who the hell are you? like everyone knows this kid from lunch ladies to the freaking janitors

its not a surprise since the dude is literally dead drop gorgeous and has a shit ton of social skills. like the boy deadass can swindle his way out of detention (which he did) with just a wink

typical fboi but instead of it being a huge turn-off, girls still throw themselves on him even when he WARNS them beforehand that he isn't looking for a serious thing

still, they get attached and heartbroken when he tells them “this isn’t working out”

his friends (aka art-hoe!renjun and student-athlete!jeno) always rolls their eyes when jaemin rolls up into the lunchroom with his arms wrapped around a new girl’s shoulder

“bet she’s not going to last two weeks”- renjun slapping down a 10$

“knowing him, this isn’t going to last more than a week”- jeno said but still sliding over a 10$ bill

AND SUPRISE it doesn’t

both renjun and jeno don’t approve of his philandering, but they stick w jaemin cause he’s still their best bud cause bros before hoes ya know what i mean?

this is especially true with jeno cause they’ve been bffl since they were like five but that doesn’t mean that jaemin is anything like jeno.

nah man they both are the complete opposite of each other

like jeno is a quiet reserved student-athlete boi but jaemin out here acting like a little thotty

nomin is like a package deal, no one can separate them

here where out little y/n comes in

surprisingly you’re childhood friends w nomin

both u and jeno are neighbors and your families have been friends since before you were even conceived

your moms’ have weekly tea times where they’d gossip about everything and anything while your dads would be watching the weekly soccer/football games drinking a cold one

you and jeno would be playing with some legos or barbies

jeno had a minor (major) barbie obsession which was probably induced by you

don’t tell anyone but jeno still binge-watches barbie movies;;;his favorite really be the princess charm school one

like i said nomin is a package deal so expect jaemin to be taging along to yours and jeno’s weekly playdate

imagine you being the princess while jaemin pretended to be the prince and jeno was the dragon,,,yeah man it was so lit

this isn’t a jeno fic btw keep in mind its still jaemin

all of that stuff before was when the three of you were like kids

once highschool came around all three of you found ur niches: jeno was the student-athlete, jaemin was well that guy that was wanted by all the girls

and you were just a regular mundane student ya know,,,you weren’t extremely talented nor smart you just floated around

u still hung around jeno tho but your friendship was really lowkey

like both of y'all would wait until the other one was completely alone or do some ridiculous actions to deliver the simplest messages

jeno would look both ways before slipping you a note in class that said “can your mom drive me home today?” and you would make sure no one was looking before nodding secretly

or the two of you would hide behind bushes to say that y'all parents wanted to have dinner together tonight

tbh yall could just text each other but where’s the fUN in that?

jaemin, on the other hand, was someone you haven’t a solid conversation with since sophomore year bc of an incident

basically, you had helped one of your friends into a relationship with jaemin that lasted for about two months,,, which was considerably a long time considering that it was jaemin.the two of them were a fat power couple

ur friend, let’s call her ella, was probably one of the more popular girls at school. she was well-known for being the prettiest, kindest girl that everyone LOVES

anyways, things didn’t end so well bc he stood her up at hoco even though he was gonna be crowned homecoming king and her queen.

no one knows why jaemin just ditched but he did.

didn’t stick well with your friend tho cause she stopped talking to you as well not really giving you an explanation

and this led to everyone in your friend group to kinda put all the blame onto you

this is also when jaemin picked up his heartbreaker reputation and began living up to that title

at first ur were hella mad and sad, but you got over it cause being outcasted and kicked out of that friend group led you to befriend the local stoner boi!haechan

honestly, you got over it but after ignoring and avoiding jaemin for a whole year it just stuck.

yall never talked again

here comes SENIOR YEARS BITS

u were so done w school at this point, you had suffered and labored through junior year,,, SAT and ACT were the biggest bitches you ever faced in your lifetime and this is coming from someone who was friends with the resident shithead lee haechan

so it’s lunchtime and you’re listening to haechan’s wild story about some shenanigan that he and his weed dealer/ older college friend mark had gotten up to the past weekend

“so like we were just hitting a blunt this weekend in mark’s car and this cop pulls up next to us.mark rolls down the window and all of the smoke just hits the cops in the face”

“you're a fucking idiot, haechan”

“listen bitch, i’m not done”

“so the cop is doing the regular illegal drugs bullshit and asked mark a question. understand at this point that mark is high as fuck so i kid you not the crackhead says quack. nothing else just quack. honestly, i still don’t know how we got out of that but we did and lee haechan is still in school.”

you want to slap your friend with a big smh at this point

but it so ridiculous and so haechan that you can’t say anything else

and you don’t have too! bc someone taps ur shoulder pulling you out of your convo and boom it’s ella

“hey, y/n” she starts out sweetly and you could feel haechan’s bitch face directed towards the girl, who seemed to just ignore the boy

“what’s up, ella?” you were hella fucking slightly irritated and highkey suspicious bc like this was the first time that she talked to you in like two years

“this out of the blue, but you know how prom is coming up soon? we need extra hands on the planning community,” ella explained with a bright smile “we need another person to work on making the centerpieces for each table, but we only have one person on that”

“okay, so what does this have to do with her?” haechan’s bitchy tone soaked in each word

ella’s smile faltered slightly at his words, but it was so subtle that only people with keen eyes could notice

“i hope that i’m not imposing anything on to you.” ella trying to reassure “but Mr. Moon told me that you still need some community service hours for our graduation requirement so I just assumed that this would be a good opportunity for you.”

oh shit

you completely forgot about that and you still needed like another 10 hours to complete

“ummmm”

“i wouldn’t ask you this but my workload is completely swamped” ella added “it would be a big help if you can help. haechan, you can help too!”

haechan let out a loud gag that seemed to baffle her

“oh hell no, i already got my community service hours done like freshmen year.”

you gave haechan the most incredulous face you could make cause like this druggie who gets high every other week and vapes in the bathroom really finished his community service hours before you????how??

“don’t look at me like that.” haechan kicked you underneath the table “it was before i learned how to roll a blunt”

“drugs aren’t good for you, haechan,” ella chided

haechan made a mocking face,,you know the one he does like that one,,”not all of us can be little miss goodie-two-shoes like you”

oKAy time to do some damage control before your shithead friend gets himself into more shit

“i’ll do it. just text me the details.”

“thank you so much y/n!” ella said before bouncing off

“i hate her” haechan stated

“you hate everyone”

CUE aFTerschool when you follow ella’s text to go to the art building where everyone was gathered

the minute you walked in you realized that you should have just said no and done some other community service activity cause jaemin was present standing in the corner and other people who you once called your close friends that turned out to be fat snakes

now you gotta deal with them again (aww shit here we go again)

ella is motioning you to come into the classroom which you obliged cause you figured that you possibly could survive w ur rbf on as you made your way to the other unoccupied corner

there was some whispering in the background but you ignored it cUASE like hyuk always says: “you just gotta get high and block out all the haters”

well, he was right about the second half, not so much the first.

“alright everyone! thank you so much for volunteering to help set up for our senior prom! we only have about three weeks so we have to get all of the decorations done as soon as possible!” ella said in a chirpy tone

a lot of people looked motived by the girl’s bubby short speech on how everyone needs to put in 100% of their effort. you zoned that out as you caught the sleeping figure at the teacher's desk

“goddamn you mr.moon forcing me to be here” you grumbled in your head almost missing your assigned duty,

“y/n!” your head snapped in the direction that your name was called

you saw ella standing with jaemin and the sirens go off in your head

FUCK THIS

you let out a loud sigh before trotting over to the two

ella gave you a piece of paper that had the centerpieces’ picture on them along with a long list of decorations “all you guys have to do is make about 300. all the directions are on the sheet and the supplies are in the other room. it’s really simple, just have it done by next friday.”

you nearly popped a blood vessel

300 by next friday? today was wednesday so that meant you only had ten days to finish all 300 of them

so you and jaemin are walking to the classroom next door to get the supplies y’all needed,,, in your head, you were just cursing everything in existence for putting you into this position especially mr. moon

“so how did she rope you into this?” you heard jaemin say from beside you as you both carried boxes out to the parking lot.

you two came to the good conclusion to split the load so that he would do half and you would do half

150 it’s not that bad

15 a day

hell yeah

it was so strange and foreign talking to him since it’s been about two whole years.

he had a nice voice tho ngl maybe that’s why he got out of that detention that one time

“she somehow found out that i still needed to complete my community service hours before graduation” you murmured, praying that haechan remembered you telling him to wait for you after school

he probably ditched you to get high or hang out with one girl he liked

all jaemin said was “oh” and the rest of the walk to the school’s parking lot was quiet

the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife and the knife would break

“hey can i ask you a question?” jaemin asked when the two of you were about to go your separate ways

you could see mark’s old beat-down car meaning that haechan, in fact, did ditch you but had the decency to call up mark to pick you up

“yeah, go ahead”

“how come you still talk to jeno, but not me?”

i shit you not this was the quietest and deepest voice that you ever heard jaemin project

you didn’t know how to reply so you looked down at the large box in your hand, mumbling some incoherent excuse

“can you repeat that?”

“ i said, we don’t really have any other reasons to be friend's unlike me and jeno”

“is that all?” jaemin asked, probably catching onto your bullshit

you were probably delusional but you could’ve sworn you heard some sadness in the tone he used

you nodded quickly trying to get to mark’s car hoping to avoid further conversation

but boy was jaemin stubborn

“that wasn’t a good explanation,y/n! ” jaemin called out after you.

this time he sounded more lighthearted than before

you turn around to face jaemin who had a fatass smile on his face

damn was he good looking smiling like that

“give me a better reason tomorrow or else i’m taking you on a date!” his dazzling smile nearly blinding you as he made his way to his own car

inside your head little y/n is going whattheactualfuck?

“what’s with that shook face?” mark ask as you climbed into the passenger seat

“what the fuck?” you say

“huh?”

you look at mark “what the ACTUAL fuck?”

poor mark is like wtf is wrong with her,,,did haechan get her on some type of crack?

that night while you were making the little centerpieces you were still going over what jaemin said

you looked at the last centerpiece you finish making

was he flirting with me? or was he serious?

he sounded sad when i said that tho?

at the same, this was jaemin, a boy who is well-known for having flings left and right.

he’s probably just flirting

until next day! jaemin pops up next to you as while you get your shit from your locker for your first class

“did you come up with a good explanation yet?

his sudden appearance startled you causing you to subconsciously let out a yelp

“cute” he said, and you forced down the blush that was about to show

“i thought i told you already?” causing jaemin to shake his head like a cute little puppy

“i don’t accept it.i want a better one,” he said sounding like a spoiled toddler

you gave him the “wtf do you mean look” and he was about to reply until you saw haechan walking through the school doors with a pair of sunglasses on which can only mean one thing

that little shit head came to school high again

you pushed passed jaemin and stormed towards haechan pulling him to some vacant hallway to lecture him

leaving jaemin standing there staring at your backs as the two of you left

jaemin’s smile dropping significantly as he nearly glared over at the two of you leaving, specifically at the back of haechan’s head

“dude, why do you look like you’re going to murder someone?” jeno asked as jaemin sat next to him at their lab station

you weren’t in this chemistry class but haechan was,,,and it was his naptime

“how is y/n friends with him?” jaemin stared directly at a sleeping haechan

jeno follows his line of sight, letting out a sigh once he notices it was haehcan

“she never really told me, but i assume it was because she stopped being friends with ella and that group” jeno said honestly. he raised an eyebrow in question at his bffl “why do you need to know”

jaemin didn’t answer him, continuing to glaring at the sleeping male

jeno rolled his eyes at his friend's antics

but in a serious tone, he warns to his friend, “don’t pull your games with y/n.”

except jaemin’s head wasn’t registering this warning,,he was solely focused on how lee fucking haechan the biggest stoner of NCT High managed to take a girl’s attention from him, na jaemin....it was simply ridiculous

maybe he really was an attention seeker bc he made a beeline for your table during lunch instead of his regular one once he saw just how loud you were laughing at haechan’s joke

“what’s so funny?” jaemin asked sliding into the seat next to you

now both of you and our boy hyuk is like wtf

immediately you’re on defense, “what are you doing here?”

“you never gave me a good explanation!” jaemin pouted, giving you fat puppy eyes

those aLMost worked

“uhhhhhh” you try to find a good excuse but jaemin quickly cuts you off

“it’s okay if you don’t have a good explanation,” jaemin reaches over and steals a fry from haechan’s tray eliciting a hissing sound from the boy “you just have to go on a date with me”

then he winks

and he's gone

“what in the holy fuck just happened?”

the amount of time that y/n has said wtf is unbelievable

haechan’s sunglasses slip down the bridge of nose and you could see his red eyes giving you a look of disappointment, “and you say i have issues”

“stfu before i slit your throat”

the rest of the day wasn’t any easier on you tbh. you learned that jaemin was really really stubborn and very very clingy

the boy deadass scanned the whole hallway to find your face so he could tag along with you to your next class even though you could have sworn that his class was one the other side of the school

he kept on bombarding you with questions on what you wanted to get after school and if you like roller skating

by some means, you were able to hide in the library for the rest of the study hall period which meant that you could probably avoid jaemin until school ended

you spotted a familiar boy huddled in the corner reading a book that made you squint your eyes.

marching over to jeno, your eyes just say “explain”

jeno looked at you with like those wide eyes he does when he’s shookth bc the two of you never interacting in school so puBlicly

“what the hell is na jaemin trying to pull?” you whispered-yelled plopping down in the wooden seat next to the athlete

jeno is all like????wydm

and you explain your whole situation to him and he just lets out the biggest sigh

“he doesn’t like being left on read”

“what do you mean?”

“i mean, that’s what you basically did to him sophomore year. he was kinda depresso about how you just stopped talking to him out of nowhere. by the way, why did you do that?”

tbh you really didn’t know at first you were mad at him

was it bc his actions caused all your friends to blame you for his inability to commit to a relationship,,, but it’s been two years since that incident

you got over it, so why were you still avoiding jaemin?

“i dunno after him and ella broke up, i didn’t have a reason to talk to him.”

jeno looked at you like “really? is that your answer?”

“think about that question again because i’m sure that that's, not the whole answer.”

now you’re more confused but also very mad about how both of them weren’t accepting your reason as valid!

so as you were furiously making the stupid centerpieces that ella forced you into volunteering to do

angry y/n really got through a solid 50 of them

you pondered on jeno’s words and you thought back to sophomore year

you remembered still joking around lightheartedly w jaemin until he started dating ella

he actually spent a lot of time and effort even ditching jeno sometimes for her which was okay cause jeno would chill w renjun or even you (mostly bc he could watch barbie movies w no shame)

everything was alright until homecoming came around and jaemin flaked on ella leading them to breakup the next day

and ella to stop talking to you which made everyone mad you or think that you were the one that caused the breakup

WHICH YOU DIDN”T

you were the one that hooked the two of them up too! so it was really unfair!

it's like 2 am and you don’t know what came over to text jeno but you did

y/n: why didn’t jaemin go to hoco sophomore year?

you felt instant regret after sending that text bc like it probably made it seem like you were interested in jaemin,,,, which you were totally not!

seconds later jeno slaps you with the ”ask him yourself”

fattest facepalm

so that’s how you spent the entire night finishing all of your centerpieces that you were assigned to make cuz of your frustration

wow we love a productive y/n

alrighty this is where shit goes down

now that you were done with all of your centerpieces you took them to the art room the next day before school where ella was there doing her stoof

she looked up with a giant smile when you came in with a giant box

“you finished all of it?”

“nah just 150. jaemins finishing the other half” you set the box down

“oh okie,” ella nodded returning to whatever she was doing beforehand

since it was just the two of you in the classroom and you’ve been dying to know the answer since sophomore year

so fuck it

“hey ella, can i ask you a question?”

the said girl looked up with that same friendly smile that she gave everyone “of course!”

“why didn’t jaemin show up to hoco sophomore year?” you blurted out

in an instant, ella’s smile dropped and there was a sudden cold look in her eyes

“you already know the answer to that, y/n, you don’t need me to answer you. now if you excuse me, i have things i have to do” ella said in a very unlike-ella-way

her answer made you even more confused than ever bc how were you supposed to know the answer to THAT

confused!y/n is even more confused

however, all your questions were about to be answered, not really tho

you’re on your way to the third period with the same burning question in your head: why the hell did jaemin not show up to sophomore year hoco??? someone help?

tbh you didn’t even notice someone yanking you into the janitor’s closet until you were surrounded in darkness and someone's hands were clasp over your mouth

“it’s me, jaemin” his soft whisper sent tings down your spine

he let go of your mouth to switch on the light

“are you fucking insane?”

“yes, but it’s only cause i’m madly in love with you”

you rolled your eyes “cut the bullshit, jaemin, what do you want?”

“our date. you never gave me a solid explanation, so i want a date”

you were about to reject him but then an idea formed in your head

“fine”

and with that one-word jaemin’s eyes glowed 10x brighter with his smile almost blinding you

cheesy i know.

“let’s go now!”

the boy was really about to skip class just to go on this stupid date w you

is he that bored? did he really run out of girls to date?

but then again you really don’t want to go to math bc you’re pretty sure there's a test today that you haven’t studied for yet

so that’s how you found yourself with jaemin at the local ice cream parlor

jaemin INSISTED that y'all share a sundae, which he also fought you to pay for

there a silence that falls upon you for a little bit

jaemin breaks it though like he breaks heart (okay minnie that’s kinda mean)

“ella told me that you finished your half of the centerpieces in two days. that’s pretty impressive,” he comments

you nodded staring at the ice cream drowned in chocolate syrup

“to be honest, i haven’t gotten much done yet,” he admitted, continuing to ramble on “it’ll get done. i might even pay renjun to do it, but i’m pretty sure he’s too preoccupied with this girl that he’s been pining over for a while”

“speaking of which, are you seeing anyone right now?” jaemin asks out of nowhere.

“lol i could be doing other things with my time.”

jaemin observes your face closely taking in the faint blush on your cheeks from his direct gaze, “so what about that haechan dude?”

“what about him?”

“are the two of you a thing?”

you nearly gagged

“there no way in hell i’d ever get with haechan. besides, he’s having some of his own girl problems right now. he was being a little bitch about it too”

“good” jaemin says really contently.

“why didn’t you go to hoco sophomore year?” you finally asked

taken back slightly, jaemin softly smiles down at the half-eaten sundae

instead of answering you, he asked another question “why did you stop talking to me?”

you gulp, but eventually, you had to tell him the truth even though it was kinda dumb and immature

“because ella was mad at me after the two of you broke up.”

he shifted his gaze up to your own eyes

“do you know why she was mad at you?”

you shook your head

jaemin smiled again

this time it kinda looked sad :(

“because she knew that i was in love with you”

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Now or Never - Part 5

Genre: College!AU

Pairing: Jae x You (Female!Reader)

Warnings: Angst, cursing

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 | Words: 3,980

“Jae, please pick up,” you murmured, your voice getting more and more desperate the longer his phone rang. “Please.”

You were still in the Uber you’d ordered, only about fifteen minutes away from school... but you couldn’t wait a minute longer to talk to Jae. You didn’t care that your driver would hear all about the fight you’d just had with Kevin; you needed to talk to Jae, and you needed to talk to him now.

And then you heard his voicemail.

Your heart sank, and tears began to form in your eyes.

Once you heard the beep, you took a deep breath, willing yourself to speak clearly even though the tears were starting to stream down your cheeks now. “Jae,” you sniffed. “Please call me back. I really need to talk to you. I just had a huge fight with him, and I need my best friend. …Please.”

You didn’t care if you sounded pathetic. You needed to hear Jae’s voice, and you needed to apologize for leaving his house, and you knew it was going to weigh heavily on your mind until you did.

As the minutes ticked by, you tried not to stare at your phone and wait for Jae to call you back… but you did.

Once you got back to your apartment on campus, the minutes of staring at your phone and waiting turned into an hour… two hours… three hours.

So, you broke down and called him again. Honestly, you couldn’t believe you’d held out for three hours.

He hadn’t told you about any plans he’d had today, and usually, the two of you talked about everything. I mean, you had just seen him yesterday.

So, why wasn’t he answering you? He’d always been able to know when you needed to talk to him, especially when it was about your boyfriend – well, maybe soon-to-be ex-boyfriend was the most accurate term.

But, still. Jae was always there for you. Through thick and thin.

You heard his voicemail yet again, and you honestly felt like throwing your phone against your bedroom wall.

Of course, if it ended up that Jae was seeing a movie with his family or something, you would feel terrible. Even more terrible than you already did.

But, as it were, you were furious and heartbroken and devastated.

After leaving him a second voicemail, you curled up in your bed, pulling the covers up over your head and letting yourself cry as much as you needed. You were losing your boyfriend, you were quite sure of that, but... were you also losing your best friend?

What would you do without Jae?

What would you do without his lame jokes that never failed to make you roll your eyes and laugh? What would you do without his random bouts of wisdom that never failed to make you put things into perspective and remember what was truly important in life? What would you do without your ‘ let's go out for Taco Bell at 1 am’ partner-in-crime?

You buried your face in your pillow, your tears staining the fabric as sobs wracked your body.

But then the sound of your ringtone pierced through the air.

You didn’t want to reach for your phone immediately, but you did. Because you were lower than low right now, and even though you were upset with Jae, you still needed to talk to him.

“Hey,” you sniffed once you answered his call.

“What’s up?” he asked, his voice a bit cold and distant.

“We had a fight. A big one and I think it might be over, and I need you.”

“…You need me? Shouldn’t you be trying to talk it out with him?”

“We did talk about it, and that’s what led to the fight. I don’t want to talk to him right now, I don’t even want to see him. Will you come back to school? Please?”

You heard him let out a sigh, and… honestly, you were kind of confused. Whenever you asked him to come over like this, he always said ‘Okay, I’ll be right there’ almost immediately.

Why was he hesitating now?

“Please, Jae,” you whispered.

You felt pathetic, but right now, you didn’t care. You needed him. You didn’t want to be alone any longer.

The first time you’d called him, Jae had genuinely missed it. His phone had been on silent, and his mom had dragged him to the grocery store so she could send him back to school with some snacks and treats.

He’d seen the notifications and listened to your voicemail in the car on the way home, letting out a soft sigh when the message ended.

“Everything okay, sweet boy?” his mom asked from the driver’s seat.

Now, Jae wasn’t usually one to talk about this kind of thing to... well, anyone, but especially not his mom.

But right now? He literally had no idea what to do. He needed advice.

“Y/N got into another fight with her stupid boyfriend, and I can’t deal with it anymore. I can’t be the one she goes crying to because he’s the biggest jerk I’ve ever known, and she’s always upset about something. I’ve tried to tell her he’s an asshole, but she won’t listen, and after what happened the other night, I just don’t think I can handle one more thing. I don’t want to.”

“Oh, my,” his mom murmured almost under her breath. “I had no idea -- I mean, I figured something was going on when you brought her over so suddenly, but -- it’s that bad?”

“Yes, mom, it’s that bad,” Jae sighed. “I don’t know why she’s stayed with him for so long.”

“Well, there could be any number of reasons. Have you asked her?”

...Now that he thought about it, he hadn’t actually come out and asked you that specific question. He had tried his hardest to get you to break up with him, and when you’d told him you wouldn’t, you’d just said you weren’t unhappy with him. As if that had been enough of a reason.

But he’d never thought to just ask “Why?” He had never thought to ask if Kevin made you happy -- because being happy and not being unhappy was not exactly the same thing.

“Is it... really my place to ask her?”

“That’s up to you, honey,” his mom answered. “You two certainly seem close enough.”

Maybe... he hadn’t ever asked you because he didn’t want to hear the answer. He didn’t want to hear if Kevin truly did make you happy. As your best friend, that’s all he really wanted for you -- to be happy.

But as your best friend who was secretly in love with you, he didn’t. He selfishly didn’t want Kevin to make you happy in any way, shape, or form. Not even a tiny bit.

“Either way,” his mom continued, interrupting his thoughts. “You should probably tell her how you feel. Nobody can read minds, and she won’t know that you feel this way unless you tell her.”

Jae knew his mom was right. He didn’t want to walk away from you -- it was the absolute last thing he wanted to do -- but... at this point, he had to.

Once he got home, he headed up to his room to start thinking of what he should say to you. He didn’t want to go in blind when he called you back because what if he ended up saying something too mean? Or what if he ended up confessing his feelings to you?

He got out a notebook from his school backpack, flipping to an empty page and jotting down some of the thoughts whirling around in his head.

In true Jae fashion, he fell asleep after a solid hour and a half of writing, and he was woken up suddenly by the sound of his phone ringing.

A strangled, startled groan left his lips as he bolted upright in his desk chair, his heart now racing as his brain tried to make sense of what was going on.

When he gathered up enough sense to reach for his phone, he saw your name on the screen.

And he almost answered... but it went to voicemail before he got the chance.

It was a good thing, though, because he wasn’t quite ready to talk to you. Almost, but not quite.

He set his phone back down and turned back to his notebook, reading over what he’d been writing before he’d fallen asleep. He started scribbling down his thoughts again, and when he heard the notification that he had a voicemail, he didn’t even glance at his phone.

Not even five minutes later, he felt confident in what he wanted to say -- what he needed to say. But... even though he felt confident, he still had to take a deep breath before calling you.

His heart was still pounding.

Your phone only rang once before you picked up, and you answered with a very tearful, “Hey.”

First of all, Jae couldn’t stand to see or hear you cry. Second of all, he knew what you were going to say, and he was dreading it. Absolutely dreading it.

So, he made his voice sound as distant as he possibly could when he replied with, “What’s up?”

“We had a fight. A big one and I think it might be over, and I need you,” you told him, your voice incredibly emotional.

The only thing was, Jae wasn’t sure if you were emotional because of Kevin or because of him. And he didn’t know which one he preferred.

“…You need me?” he asked, his brow furrowed. “Shouldn’t you be trying to talk it out with him?”

“We did talk about it, and that’s what led to the fight. I don’t want to talk to him right now, I don’t even want to see him. Will you come back to school? Please?”

And there it was. Your plea for him to come to you. He was expecting it, but it still hurt. It hurt now more than it ever had that you only wanted to see him because you and Kevin were on the outs.

He let out a sigh, bringing one hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger.

A month ago -- heck, even two days ago -- he would’ve said ‘I’ll be there’ already. He would’ve hung up and grabbed his keys by now.

Before he could say anything, though, your soft voice cut through his thoughts.

“Please, Jae,” you whispered.

Jae closed his eyes, pressing his lips together because he knew he was about to break your heart. But he couldn’t keep doing this to himself. He couldn’t keep this to himself any longer. He had to break his silence. Like his mom had said earlier, he had to tell you how he felt, and he knew he couldn’t wait another second.

“I can’t,” he told you. “I can’t be the person you cry to when your dumbass boyfriend hurts you. Because he always hurts you. You said you think it’s over between you two? Well, good. It should’ve been over months ago, and you don’t know how frustrating it’s been for me to just sit back and watch you let him keep hurting you. You know you deserve better than him. I don’t need to tell you that, because deep down you know it. You deserve someone who will know what he’s got when he’s got it. Someone who will appreciate you for the beautiful, kind, smart, caring person you are. And I know you need someone right now, but it can’t be me. I refuse to watch you do this to yourself. It hurts me, too, did you ever think about that? Because, unlike that jerkface, I truly care about you. I love you. And all you do is use me as a pillow or a punching bag. I can’t do that anymore.”

“Jae, what –”

“When you’re ready to be brave enough to be single instead of being with some piece of trash, call me again. And I do love you, Y/N. Truly.”

He hung up before you could say anything else, and the tears he’d heard you crying were now filling up in his own eyes. He hadn’t expected to cry because he hardly ever cried. He was fairly sure he’d never cried in front of you before, not including the times you’d made him laugh until tears streamed down his cheeks.

But what he’d done just now? Being brutally honest with you after all this time, knowing he was hurting you?

It was rough.

Because he did love you. More than you knew. And he really, really hoped he hadn’t just pushed you away forever. But he knew if he ever wanted even a microscopic chance at a relationship with you, it wouldn’t be possible unless you realized everything that was wrong with this whole situation and fixed it yourself.

But… damn, he already missed you. He already wanted to call you back and tell you he was on his way to school.

You... weren’t sure what to do.

You had always gone to Jae whenever Kevin had broken your heart.

But now Jae had broken your heart. Who were you supposed to go to?

When you really thought about it -- which you did because you had literally no one else to talk to so you had no choice but to think about it on your own -- you couldn’t blame Jae. You weren’t angry at him in the least because... everything he’d said had been true.

You had relied on him too much and for entirely the wrong reasons. He was your friend not your therapist; it wasn’t his job to help you get things off your chest, and you’d been incredibly selfish and stupid to think it was.

Really, the longer you thought about it, the more surprised you were that he had lasted this long. Looking back, you had been going to Jae with your relationship problems for months. Practically a year. And he was just now telling you he wasn’t going to help you anymore?

...You didn’t deserve him.

But you were going to try your best to fix that.

Just not right now.

No, right now you were going to wallow in self-pity because your boyfriend was an asshole and your best friend wasn’t going to talk to you until you admitted your boyfriend was an asshole. To his face. And broke up with him.

The truth was, you knew you needed to break up with Kevin. You’d known it for... too long. Embarrassingly long. But every time you’d seriously considered it, one thing had stopped you from actually doing it: what if you never found someone else who wanted to be with you? What if nobody else ever loved you like that? What if Kevin was it?

Your parents had been each other’s first everything. First crush, first date, first kiss, first love, first time, first marriage. And they were certainly going to be each other’s last everything, too. They were as disgustingly and adorably in love today as they had been when you were younger and even since before you were born.

That’s what you wanted. You wanted to live happily ever after with the first boyfriend you ever had. You wanted it to be simple and easy like it had been for Hannah and Eugene. For some reason, if it didn’t turn out that way for you... it just felt like a failure.

Your mom’s first boyfriend had been The One, so your first boyfriend should be The One, too, right? What if Kevin really was The One and you broke up with him? Would that mean he actually wasn’t The One or would that mean you had found true love and tossed it aside?

And why had it taken you so long to find someone who actually wanted to date you? Did that mean you were so undateable and unattractive that only one guy in over 20 years liked you? And what did it say about you that he turned out to be an asshole?

Oh, god, this was a mess.

You were a mess.

You were somehow able to get some sleep that night, and though you’d hoped sleeping on this whole thing would help bring about some clarity... It really, really didn’t.

The next day was still full of racing, anxious thoughts and spiraling confusion. You had thought maybe you’d want to see Kevin -- to dump him -- but you still didn’t. You still didn’t want to talk to him.

The only person you wanted to see was Jae.

You knew it was a long shot, that he most likely wouldn’t come over -- or even answer you -- but... you called him anyway. You waited until after lunch when you thought he might be back at school, and you called him. Much to your surprise, he picked up after the first ring.

“Yeh,” he mumbled, and your heart started pounding at the mere sound of his voice.

“Hey, I know you’re mad, but please come over,” you said quickly. “I need to talk to you. But not like that.”

Truthfully, you were going to apologize. You were going to tell him you were sorry for treating him the way you had this past year, and you were going to beg for his forgiveness and promise you were going to try to actually deserve him.

“‘Kay,” he replied, and you jerked your head back in surprise at how easily he had accepted. “I’ll be there in ten.”

“O--okay,” you breathed. “I’ll see you then.”

He hung up without saying goodbye, but you were too focused on the fact he was actually coming over. Thank god.

Of course, you spent the entire ten or so minutes wringing your hands together nervously. You went over your apology speech in your head about thirty times, wanting to get it just right. Because Jae deserved ‘just right.’ You’d always known this, but now it was even more apparent that he was the best person you’d ever known, and he deserved the world.

When you heard a soft knock on your apartment door, you jumped a little before rushing over to open it.

Your first reaction upon opening the door and seeing his face was to smile. You were just so glad he was here, and you were hopeful that he would accept your apology and the two of you could move forward.

But your second reaction was to be very, very nervous.

Because Jae did not look happy to be here. He wasn’t smiling, he had his hands shoved in his pockets, and the first thing he said after you closed the door behind him was, “Did you break up with him?”

Oh, fuck.

“Um...” you replied with a shaky voice. “No, but --”

Jae immediately turned around and reached for the doorknob.

“No, wait!” you cried, quickly grabbing his arm and stopping him. “Jae, please. I --”

“I told you,” he said, trying to shake your grip off. “I can’t do this anymore. I can’t help you. I don’t want to help you!”

He turned back around to face you, and the look in his eyes broke your heart into a million pieces.

“I know,” you choked out, already feeling a huge lump of emotion forming in your throat. “I know I need to break up with him, and I’m sorry -- I just -- I’m scared!”

“Scared of what? Scared of finally ridding yourself of that jerk dickbag who treats you like shit?!”

“No, I -- I’m scared that he’s the only one who will ever love me like that!”

Okay, this conversation was not going to plan whatsoever. You hadn’t wanted to admit that to Jae -- or anyone, really -- but there it was. No taking it back now.

“What?! That’s ridiculous,” Jae spat out.

“I don’t think it is!” you cried, feeling a tear slip out onto your cheek. “He’s the first boyfriend -- the only boyfriend I’ve ever had in my entire life! What if I’m just not loveable and what if Kevin is the only one who will --”

“I LOVE YOU!”

“I know, but --”

“No, you don’t know,” Jae interrupted, a fire in his eyes you’d honestly never seen before. “I love you like that! I’m in love with you! And I’m not going to stand by and listen to you say that no one’s going to love you like he does because I DO!”

And he had stormed out of your apartment before you could even comprehend what he had said.

...Had that really just happened?

The whole thing had probably lasted just three or four minutes, from the time you opened the door to the time Jae slammed it shut behind him.

But those three or four minutes had changed everything.

You stood there blinking for who knows how long... and the first movement you made, the first thing you did was reach into your pocket. You slid out your phone, and you called Kevin.

For the first time in probably 24 hours, you knew without any shadow of a doubt what you needed to do.

“Hey, beautiful,” he answered. “I --”

“Can you come over?” you asked, a little surprised to hear there was absolutely no emotion in your voice. “We need to talk.”

“...Yeah,” he answered a bit hesitantly. “Yeah, sure, baby. I’ll be right there.”

Unlike the ten minutes you’d waited for Jae to arrive, the ten minutes you waited for Kevin were simply... blank. You weren’t nervous, you weren’t scared, you were just... kind of numb. Like you were on autopilot or something.

When you opened the door to let him in, he almost immediately tried to pull you in for a hug. But you avoided it, stepping back and turning your head to break eye contact.

“Baby, come on --”

“Kevin, please,” you murmured.

Kevin let out a sigh and stepped into your apartment, allowing you to close the door.

“What’s going on?” he asked with a shrug.

You truly wanted to know if he was being serious or if he was just pretending not to know that your relationship was about to end.

“I --” you began before taking a deep breath. “Kevin. We both know we can’t do this anymore. We shouldn’t do this anymore. Our relationship is not healthy, and --”

“This is because of Jae, isn’t it?” he interrupted.

“That’s why our relationship is not healthy,” you retorted with a shake of your head. “You make everything about him, and I rely on him too much. It was never just about us.”

“It could have been, but you dragged him into it.”

You were about to argue that it wasn’t true, but... it kind of was. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, Kevin was right.

“I was wondering if you would ever realize it,” he murmured with a soft chuckle.

Your brow furrowed gently at his words. “...Realize what?”

Kevin looked up, shifting his gaze to make eye contact with you. The expression on his face was one of clear ‘You’re kidding me, right?’

“Realize... that you... have feelings for him,” he replied.

And all of the wind was knocked out of your chest.

“What?” you gasped, unable to hide the absolute shock in your voice. “What are you talking about? I --”

“Yes, Y/N, you do,” Kevin urged, a smirk tugging at one corner of his lips. “You smile and laugh with him like you never did with me. Whether or not you want to admit it, you definitely have feelings for him.”

...Fuck.

Did you?

Part 6

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10 and 12!

10. Your favorite enemy and the enemy you hate the most.

I'd have to say my favorite enemy was the ghost of the lady that owned our party's mansion before we moved in. She was a pain in the ass to get rid of. Hallows didn't like her very much because she magically made Hallows physically age 20 years (lucky for Hallows it didn't do shit to her appearance cuz she's a really young Elf so she still looked exactly the same) and immediately said "fuck this" and escaped through her tower room window to get A) the Royal Guard including Ciggus who was not actually Hallows' son at that point in the story, and B) the local Priest who did all of the work and saved all of our party's asses. But I personally really liked that encounter and had a lot of fun with it.

My least favorite enemy was probably the Intellect Devourers we had to fight. Their hosts beat the absolute shit out of Hallows, and nearly made our Barbarian, Borylter, braindead by leaving him with only 1 intelligence, though he got better after a long rest. But I did enjoy the aftermath of that encounter, where Hallows had a really touching heart-to-heart with said Barbarian (only because, and I quote, "I would never admit this if you weren't too stupid to understand what I'm saying") where she admitted to him that despite how much she teases and antagonizes him, she sees him as her best friend and he makes her really happy to be alive again. Hallows would be lying if she said she didn't secretly wish he could have remembered her saying that.

12. Your in game inside jokes/memes/catchphrases and where they came from.

+1 Chalk, The Great Table Debacle of 2019, Impromptu Therapy, Apples, and "Fine, but I'm not looking" are the five that immediately pop into my head, though I'm sure we have many more than that.

+1 Chalk: our party had found a magical forcefield that had a different effect on everything you sent through it. Hallows sent her familiar Morticia through it, rendering the cute lil bat unharmed but now invisible, our Tabaxi, Loki, ran through it twice and caught on fire both times (he had Hallows chuck him by the tail and the scruff of his neck like a battering ram for a third time, but nothing happened except him faceplanting into a wall), and Borylter threw a piece of chalk through there, which made the chalk faintly glow but otherwise be completely useless. We refer to the whole scenario as "+1 Chalk" because while it was highly entertaining, it was ultimately pointless, like the chalk itself.

The Great Table Debacle of 2019: we were exploring a dungeon and came across a room that had nothing but one huge banquet table full of food in it. After some poking around we found out that the table itself was magical and would replenish any food eaten off of it, and we all collectively decided we Wanted It. We debated- I shit you not- for ten straight minutes on how to get that thing out of the dungeon and back home. Our plan was to rip it apart and put the pieces in Ciggus' bag of holding, and then once we got it home we'd use the Mending Cantrip as many times as needed until it was whole again. Eventually our DM told us to just move on and if we really need to we can come back later because please can we just get on with the story. Quarantine cut our campaign short and we never did get to go back for that table.

Impromptu Therapy: For the first mission we ever did (the one that had our party meet in the first place), we were all collectively hired to go find some dude's missing girlfriend. When we eventually found her, she was 100% about to throw hands with every single one of us, including her boyfriend. Everything was reaching a boiling point and shit was about to go down, before I got my turn and I was like "can we, I dunno... Try to defuse the situation before somebody gets hurt?". The DM let me roll for Persuasion- of which Hallows happens to have a +9 in- and I ended up with a solid 23. So out of nowhere Hallows basically just asked 'em to sit down and she helped them talk out their emotions and ended up getting them back together, while the rest of the party dug around and stole stuff. Hallows actually became pretty decent friends with the girl afterwards, since they both work at the same theatre company.

Apples: at the start of the campaign Borylter decided that whenever he'd try a new food that he'd roll a d20 to see how much he liked it. Our Artificier happened to have some apples in his bag and offered him one, and, on his first time trying any new food, he rolled a nat 20. Apples being Borylter's one weakness was a pretty strong running joke in our party.

"Fine, but I'm not Looking": we had been fighting some Vampires on our first mission, and were in the middle of interrogating the last one alive. Borylter held him hostage while the rest of us pried the information for where the missing girl we were looking for was. When we got what we needed, we decided that the best thing to do was to finish him off. Only Hallows had any real objections, but gave in, saying "fine, but I'm not looking", and turned the other way. However- for important context- our player tokens were all these little paper dolls that had a very tiny doodle of each of our characters on either side (our DM made them for us and I'm gonna see if it's possible for him to send mine in the mail, but this is a rough idea of what it looked like)

That doodle was printed on both sides of the player token. So when I reached over and flipped Hallows the opposite direction to indicate that she had turned around, it just showed the same picture and effectively ruined my point, however it made Borylter laugh so hard he struggled to get through describing snapping the Vampire's neck, so I count that as a win.

#three eyed cats in my living room #Hallows #Hallows Nightbreeze #Borylter #Loki #Duenda #Ciggus #asks #death tw #death trigger warning

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aggresivelyfriendly · 4 years

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Hi all! Here is the next Installment of the little au pair Harry ditty inspired by @papiermachecat, thanks to @chasm2018 for the brainstorming sessions, @emulateharry for the read through, and @dirtystyles and @bleedinglove4h for being my people!

To Be So Lonely

Home Not Alone

"Shhhhh," Victoria told the door as it clicked behind her; she hoped she suppressed her pointed exhalation enough. These were difficult nights, the ones where she thought she'd make it just in time for the twins bedtime, but missed it by just enough to be a distraction. It had been happening more than she'd liked the last month, being late for the routine.

The routine that Harry created with them. Not her.

Was it normal to be jealous of your nanny? Manny?

That was weird, her face screwed up at that. That word didn't need to be gendered.

"Your face might stick like that." The softly accented voice was her third favorite thing to hear when she came into her apartment. After Mateo and Maribel giggling together, the ding of whatever food Harry had ready for her, and way above her kids calling him 'Awwy'. Partially because it was annoying that they said it wrong. Mostly, because it came not long after mama and was said more often. Not that she was keeping count.

Her eyes had closed while she grimaced over her loud entrance. She blinked open and noticed the slight bags under Harry's eyes. She should send him to bed. Mateo had been on a very early kick, which meant she got to see him first thing, but also, that he was very cranky by 7 pm but had to be kept up for an extra half hour to stay on schedule. That half hour felt really, really long. And she only had to do it last Sunday, when the new pattern emerged. Then the work week had come and Harry had taken over. It was Thursday now. That was lots of tiring nights.

Plus the twins had tarted crawling. They moved faster than a two legged creature on four legs should be able to. They also tended to go in separate directions straight into harm's way. Victoria had decided to call a baby proofer this weekend, though Harry claimed to be certified. He didn't have the time.

Who certified baby proofers?

Her hand mopped the hair that had fallen over her forehead. Her weighted lids seemed heavy to open. She was tired too, her wandering mind proof. Victoria finally convinced her eyes to open, it took all her strength. Speaking of baby proofing, the coffee table had been moved again, so they didn't get stuck under it she'd been informed. Maribel had done it right before afternoon nap not too long ago, and she couldn't push up all the way under the mid century design, it had pushed her to her belly, and Victoria figured she had flashbacks to all the tummy time Harry instituted. The fit had been epic, he'd sent her videos. She wondered if Harry rued his tummy time emphasis in that moment. It was responsible for her early crawlers and their baby frustrations, which Harry bore the brunt of. She should buy him ear plugs.

She should get rid of the coffee table. If they started pulling up on that, and god forbid walking into it, she imagined hospital trips, even if it was pushed against the wall. She had a mental flash of someone losing an eye. Coffee tables were useless anyway. When she had a mug, it was in her hands. She'd never wanted it anyway. Her mom had insisted she had one; Victoria had wanted an ottoman.

"They busy today?" She pushed off the wall and walked to the kitchen. Her plate was in the microwave, since it wasn't next to his on the breakfast bar where it was when she made it home in a timely fashion. He waited if he could help it, so they had an excuse to not eat standing up in the kitchen. It was later than she thought, kids should definitely be sleeping well by now. Then why was he whispering?

He answered her raised eyebrow.

"Yeah," he huffed and sat across from her at the breakfast bar. "Bell was really fussy at morning nap, kinda kept Mateo awake, but then he returned the favor later. He was out by 7, but Maribel was unsettled I'd really just got her down when I heard the door click."

"I'm so tempted to wake them both up at the same time tonight." Victoria cut into the chicken. "You stuffed it? How'd you find the time?"

"I got it premade." She nodded. He continued. "I don't see why you dont. Seems like a solid choice with two babies. To change all the nappies and such at the same time?"

"I guess I can't get my mom's 'no molestate, tienen suenos' out of my head." She looked up and immediately started translating.

"I get the gist," he had a nice laugh. Harry was pleasant all together. "But, due respect," clearly tip-toeing over what he thought were dropped eggs. "your mom never had twins." She laughed and it brought out the dimples. She always had a soft spot for those. They inspired trust in her mind. It had gotten her in trouble with clients, because she'd assumed honesty. She assumed nothing these days, but she had trusted Harry and his dependable face straightaway.

He stretched and his sweatshirt lifted to show one of the tatttoos she'd not discovered he had until he rolled up his sleeves to do dishes one day. One day she'd have energy to ask about them. She'd even missed the hand tattoo at the first meeting. She must have been in dire straits. Right now she was too tired to even think about the leaves?

She could sleep standing up at the moment, entirely too tired. Oh, his eyebrows were a question mark.

"She did not, and I should have ignored her benediction months ago. They wake up much less now, and for shorter periods of time." Her forehead felt tight. She should wash up.

"Do you want a glass of wine?" His question interrupted the mental argument she was having with herself about washing her face and doing skincare before laying down on her bed. She'd recently got a new mattress, and it was, frankly, the best thing in the world. But, she passed out the minute she laid down. She had to go do the motions first. Definitely.

Wait, he'd asked her a question. Wine, at this time of night, by herself?

Her question must have been on her face.

"You just look like court was rough. You've been later the last few weeks. It'll relax your temples, drop your shoulders," her deltoids came down at his mention. "And, it may ease you to sleep?"

"New mattress does the work." Victoria exhaled.

"Yeah, I noticed today." He said nonchalantly.

Her brow knit. "You were in my bed?" He never gave her sketch vibes. Weird, that's why you couldn't trust dimples.

His already big eyes were huge, "yeahs sorry! weird,I know. I was super desperate with Mateo, that tooth is really bugging him. and they were keeping each other up, so I separated them. I had to grab wipes from in there, and it...damn. I really have no good explanation." He shrugged. "It looked really inviting."

She laughed. It did, that was purposeful. So she would stay there when her insomnia kicked in or when the babies woke up. Made it was easy to wait the 10 minutes to see if they settled themselves. Slowly stretching that time out would be easier and easier in the sanctuary she'd made the bed a centerpiece of.

He relaxed, "Whew, thought I may lose my job."

"Unemployment sucks, no worries, you're safe."

"I mean, yeah, but I'd miss the twins, and..." He shook his head. He'd need to find a place and he'd be out a job, those were good reasons, but less sweet and more obvious than Harry tended to be. "Anyway, glass of wine?"

What exactly was he offering? With him in the kitchen, or a sad drink in her bed alone? Victoria wasn't sure which. She thought he may have offered her wine last week too. This case must be killing her if her nanny was worried about her.

Should only be a bit longer. She hoped.

"No, but thanks, really Harry. But I think we may both do better with sleep." She smiled

"Another time then." his voice was thin over the distance. She heard it as she headed to her bedchamber.

She clicked on her monitor, though she'd given Harry the farther room, so she could hear the babies through the wall. It made it easier to tell if they were really awake of just stirring. Harry didn't need the monitor or proximity during the day. She let him sleep at night. He didn't make breast milk, and needed the sleep to chase them all day.

She drifted to sleep with the taste of wine in her mouth and a pleasant new smell in her nostrils

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"Vee!" He tried to keep his voice level, and he'd already resorted to a new level of desperate with the voicemail. Who listened to voicemail these days? No one. Except Vee. "Give me a call soon as you get this!"

Actually, she talked on the phone more than any person he knew. Usually, it was for work, or to her mom. But she seemed to talk to old friends from college and Texas, which she referred to like it was a time in her life instead of a place, on the regular.

Her mom, she talked to her mom several times a day he had noticed, usually in Spanish so rapid fire he couldn't even catch the words he knew. Though he really only knew pidgeon French.

He liked hearing her Spanish better, he thought maybe he should learn it, so he could talk to the twins in it.

Without discussing it, they had split up language duties. Victoria only spoke to them in Spanish, he took English. But he was with them when they were awake more.

He knew she secretly hated that, the only times she'd ever really mentioned it, her long hours away, it had to do with Spanish, and how she wished she had more than nights and weekends to teach them.

She wished she had more than nights and weekends with them. He could tell her career had been her baby before the babies. Now she was stuck in the middle, walking a fine line between her own ambition and her desire.

He should help with the Spanish, may kill some mom guilt. If he learned to help her. Or would it induce more? Women were complicated.

But, mental workout over, she talked on the phone, so he was hoping she'd see he called, which he never did, and know to call back.

He was thinking he needed to take Maribel to the emergency room. She'd been a little warm when she woke up, late, and then she just got hotter.

Then she was puking. Mateo seemed to sense he needed to be an angel that day and did just that. He was spinning away in his play saucer while Harry frantically walked his sister while she cried. She had thrown her water on the floor every time he tried to get her to sip on it, and the look she'd given the popsicle, he was surprised it stayed frozen. Wow! Fireball.

He loved it! Except when he had to parent it. Help parent it.

He wondered if Vee looked like that in court?

The popsicle cooled him down, he wished Maribel would try it.

Should he call again? Just bundle the kids into the car? He had all of the things, the insurance and the affidavit, and car seats put in correctly. Except, he felt like if Vee came home to an empty house she would freak.

"Harry?" She sounded distracted, maybe just that bit worried. That shade of gray her voice got "Everything ok?"

"Um, well, yes and no. Maribel has a temp of 103,—"

"Oh my god! Is she ok?"

"She's weepy and tired and she's thrown up a few times-"

"I'm coming home."

"Yeah, yeah, that's a good idea." He heard 'oh my god' and shuffling paper in her background. "But I think we should meet is at the urgent care on Washington? Her fever isn't responding to meds." He tried to keep the worry out of his voice. He wouldn't be concerned, kids got fevers all the time, but for that. The baby had taken the medicine, begrudgingly, over an hour ago, and she was still getting hotter. But, that was a detail he could share with Vee later, after, when everybody was ok. She'd freak out even more that she was about to. And then be consumed with extra guilt, and he didn't want her to feel like that.

He could hear the ding of an elevator.

"I might lose you, I'll call you back."

"I've got to get out of the house—"

"Oh, ok, just text me if you-"

"I'll call you from the car?"

He liked that she sighed in relief. "Please."

"Of course." He went to hang up, but first said "She's gonna be fine, kids get sick all the time."

"How do you know?" Oh, the lawyer voice, he may have overstepped. "You don't have kids."

"Ouch," slipped out and he heard her suck in a breath. "I don't, but I love yours, and this isn't my first nanny gig." He chose not to remind her that he had more experience with kids, on paper, than she did. She hung up then after a soft "yeah."

He frowned, he hadn't meant to incite the lioness. He worried about it for almost an hour while he tried to keep both kids from touching anything in the emergency room.

Her cheeks were flushed when she rushed in the door that opened like theater curtains. He had only seen that color the first week she had insisted on taking running back up. It was like a month in to him working for her. She walked out the door confidently.

"Take it easy, yeah? Your body's been through something," he had suggested gently.

"Pfft, I ran until they induced me." She may have rolled her eyes.

Then she came in like a hurricane popping back over the ocean to get more moisture to dump over a neighboring city. She drank water like it too.

He did not say 'I told you so', he did not need to.

"If you mention going easy, so help me..." She said between her second and third glasses.

He zipped his lips and picked up Mateo. He must need a diaper change by now. Then he had told the little guy how lovely and silly his mum was.

This was a less amusing flush to her cheeks.

Shit! She might have run here.

"Fucking Uber driver." She cursed and he laughed and jokingly covered Maribel's ears. Well he hovered his hands over her ears, she'd fallen asleep. It wasn't restful, but he was not going to disrupt the dribble she had started leaving on his shoulder. Mateo sat on a blanket at his feet. Harry had bracketed it with his legs to keep him within its lines. Luckily, Teo was very interested in the shape sorter that had delighted countless generations, because that floor was infectious. Harry was doing his best to keep the boy off of it.

"What happened with the driver?" He was still chuckling. Her ire was his favorite. Well, after her delight at the babies.

"I told him how I wanted to go, but he said 'Waze and driving all the time say this way.'" And I said, "Fuck waze, I used to walk this in college and this road backs up horribly in the next twenty minutes."

"Did he listen?" He knew the answer, he just wanted her to tell him.

"No! The Puto!" She sat next to him and tucked Mateo's chin and silhouetted Maribel's curls. She exhaled a little bit then. But fussed a little bit more, now for the sake of story telling rather than real frustrations. "And he messed up my rating!"

"Did you cuss at him a lot?" He already knew that answer too.

"Of course! Because I was right and he needed to say it." He knew he was grinning. The little smile that started backwards, with her eyes before it spread to her mouth, when she caught his amusement told him so.

"De la Rosa?" The triage nurse called. And both of their heads swiveled like a meerkat on the plain.

"But, I suppose it was better to wait in traffic than here. I saved myself some drool and energy, sticking you with the babies." She slapped a smile on her face.

"Wasn't" he caught her eye to say.

"I know." And she picked up Mateo and scooped the four corners of the blanket while blazing the trail to the curtained room they were in until 3am.

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"This is weird, yeah?" He asked.

"Listen Goldilocks, you've already been sleeping in my bed, don't act like you're not excited." She must be punch drunk to be teasing him about their kitchen conversation. 4:00 was an ungodly hour by any rights, especially at a pharmacy where the workers are half asleep. Seeing the wrong side of 5 made you desperate, which explained their current arrangement.

Their bodies had formed brackets around Maribel like she was the primary number in their equation. She was. And Mateo. He'd never have been here but for her needing a bit of help with the twins. Maribel had napped on and off during their time at the emergency room. She'd been sleeping best on his or Vee's chest. He'd had to dislodge her from her mum to place her in her car seat. It did not go over well. Maribel had favored them with her best high notes the whole drive home. So Mateo was awake as well. He was easy enough to get down, they just had to get home.

Their steps were slow. He had Teo and she had Mari, it was easy enough to keep the division. They wordlessly agreed to keep them separate. He followed her down the hallway after carelessly leaving everything but the babies and the medicine in the living room.

"Vee." He whispered and motioned with his head to his awkwardly extended hand. She nodded, took the step closer to retrieve the paper packet before leaving him to it at the nursery door.

Teo was tired and Harry only had to dance him a bit before he lay him down.

Harry pressed his hand to the sweet tummy for just a few minutes for good measure, but he was out like a popped bulb.

Harry could hear the fussing as soon as he left the nursery door frame, the closing a soft snick behind him. Maribel was still awake and so overtired her cry was more a pathetic whimper. Or maybe that was Vee's soothing sounds.

"I remember when I used to stay up for 24 hours on purpose!" She whispered when he came near enough to hear. "Do you ever mourn all of the sleep you gave up before?"

"Think I'm still too close to the staying up on purpose phase."

"Ah, I forget how young you are." She pursed her lips and it threw the lines of her face into stark relief in the morning light sneaking through her blinds.

"Hey, I turn 30 soon."

"Oh yes, so grown up." She smiled sleepily and the expression highlighted the 10 years she had on him.

"Let me take her. You worked all day yesterday." He could feel the bleeding heart in his eyes.

"So did you." She reminded him.

"Yeah, but I just had to make two wonderful babes smile and keep them clean and fed. You fought for someone along with the patriarchy."

"The patriarchy?"

He shrugged and shifted the baby over. She let him. "I just imagine you as the only woman standing in the courtroom."

She blinked. "I'm not always." She started rubbing Maribel's back, and the baby's whimper ceased.

"But often enough," he whispered. They looked at each, their eyes going wide moments later when they realized the baby was sleeping. Vee carefully removed her hand and Mari stirred, mewled.

Harry motioned with his chin and she replaced her hand. They stood breathless, rocking in the same slow rhythm for long moments.

"I think she's really out." Vee said after 15 min. "But I'm afraid for you to lay her down."

"I'll lay down with you guys at first?" He raised his brow.

"Yeah, yeah, ok." He could see her desperation, the call of sleep.

"I'll leave soon as I can. You need sleep."

"So do you." She cocked her head to the side.

He ninjaed his way down to the bed and was thankful he'd gone down to his tee shirt and had worn trousers. He hadn't slept in Jeans since undergrad, he was unwilling to take the habit back up. Maribel moved a bit, but she curled her little body into him and got hold of his earlobe like she did when her sleep was gonna get deep.

"She's got my ear." Harry whispered. They'd found it disrupted her when you dislodged her hold.

Vee tightened her face. "Damn, she's got my pinky." She used to do that to Mateo when they shared a blanket. When he rolled away, she always woke up. It occurred to Harry that Maribel was not a good sleeper, now he was tired enough to be grumpy about it. "I think you're stuck here." Vee opened her big brown eyes and looked up at him from her drowsy lashes.

"Yeah, looks like." He tried to inject some regret in his voice.

And that was how they found themselves forming a cocoon around the sprawled out baby whispering across a shared pillow.

"Can you pull more blanket from the side of the bed? I want to pull it down away from her face, but my shoulders are cold." She sighed with closed lids. "I already feel guilty enough she sleeps on her tummy."

"She started that as soon as she could roll over. And we both got more sleep for it." He adjusted the blanket.

"I know," trickled out slowly. "But it makes me worry."

"I know." He brushed her hair off her face where it had fallen before he could catch himself. Her eyes dragged open. "Vee," he caught her ear lobe between his fingers. "Stop worrying, go to sleep."

"Yeah, yeah, stop worrying, he says." She chuckled and he slid his errant touch away without mention. "But sleep, I can do."

Harry woke up hours later. The sun was using all its cold power to push through the wooden slats. The day would be freezing with that amount of sunshine. That had been a news flash when he'd moved here. Sun like that in the winter equaled brr. But his circadian rhythm insisted he also rise and shine.

He didn't want to wake either female in the bed. Maribel had released his earlobe in her rustling, so he was clear there. But the anchor was stronger in the hand laced with his.

Harry was sad to let it go, but he looked back from the door and congratulated himself on not disturbing them. The warmth of his hand, that was anything but upsetting as he set about checking on Teo and cooking breakfast.

It may be cold outside, but they were snug in here.

#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #to be so lonely #tbsl #home not alone #chapter 1 #or 2 #kinda 2 #please reblog if you enjoy #i adore talking about things too

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captainamericasbeard · 5 years

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Wrong Number

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Alcohol use.

Summary: After a night out you dial the wrong number looking for help getting home.

A/N: This is for @wokeupinawalnut ‘s 1.5k challenge. My prompt was Dialed the wrong number while drunk. It’s definitely 2 months late and I’m so sorry. I hope you enjoy it and that you’ll forgive me! Enjoy!

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You stumble up out of the club, fumbling in your purse for your phone as you mentally cus out your best friend. She had dragged you out in the first place and now she’d disappeared with some guy for the last hour. You were ready to be home but were definitely in no condition to get you there yourself.

You’d finally found your phone and you go to dial your roommate’s boyfriend’s number. He’d just given it to you saying you could give him a call if you were ever in trouble. Kathy didn’t seem to mind that he’d given it to you so you go ahead and hit the FaceTime button.

It was well past midnight and Bucky was still up secretly binge watching terrible reality television in his apartment. His legs crossed at the ankle on the coffee table, his arms crossed across his broad chest and his eyes starting to droop with exhaustion. He’s jolted awake by the buzz of his phone on the coffee table. His eyes narrow in confusion- an incoming face time from a number he didn’t recognize. He reflexively hits the call answer button.

A handsome, blue-eyed, dark haired man pops up on your phone screen and you pull a face.

“You're not Max,” you say as you squint at bright brick of light in your hand. “Or are you!? Max???” “No, doll, I’m not Max. I think you go the wrong number,” Bucky says with a smirk. You’re real cute but its also pretty obvious how many drinks you’ve had. “Are you ok?” He adds, his brow furrowing in concern.

“Yeah, I’m alright. How are you?” You’ve clearly forgotten the purpose of your call in light of your devastatingly handsome misdial.

“I’m alright,” Bucky replies with a laugh. Your smile is gorgeous and disarming. “Who’s Max?” Bucky asks, trying to get you back on track.

“Oh yeah, Max is Kathy’s boyfriend. He said to call him if I needed a ride and I need a ride.” You manage to get out a coherent sentence and giggle as you stare into those steel blue eyes in front of you.

Bucky can tell you’ve just left some kind of bar or club and if you’re looking for help you probably need it but the odds that you’re even in New York are ridiculously small.

“Where are you, doll? Is there someone else you can call to come get you?” Bucky asks.

“I'm at Flash in Midtown,” you reply, glancing at the club behind you.

“You’re in New York?” Bucky asks in surprise. “Yeah!” You reply, your smile impossibly bright.

“You’re right around the corner from me. Let me come make sure you get home.” Bucky suggests tentatively.

“Huh. Are you gonna murder me?” You ask, your eyes narrowing in suspicion.

“Not my style. Quite the opposite in fact.” Bucky says wryly, wiggling his metal digits in front of the camera.

“Wait a minute. You’re-“ You’ve managed to drunk dial the Winter Solider.

“Yeah. Now will you let me help you?” Bucky asks.

“I’m not some damsel in distress you know. I’m perfectly capable of helping myself." You say pulling yourself up straight and trying to look as sober as possible.

“I know you are, darlin’. I just won’t be able to sleep until I know you’re home safe. It's not you I’m worried about, it’s some drunk asshole on the street.” You pause at the thought and decide maybe a bodyguard isn’t such a bad idea after all.

“Yeah ok. Come walk me home Sarge.” You say with a grin.

“Ok. I’ll be there in 10 minutes. Stay right where you are doll.” Bucky instructs as he hangs up the phone and searches for his boots.

10 minutes later and Bucky is in front of a club with pulsing music pouring from the open door. A quick search confirms you’re not where he told you to wait and Bucky notices 3 big burly men glancing at the bar across the street. He crosses, dodging traffic and enters the bar. It’s small and cramped but you stick out like a sore thumb with your sequined dress and your hair up in a high ponytail.

“I’m guessing those guys across the street are the reason you’re in here throwing back another shot?” Bucky asks as he comes up behind you, gently touching your shoulder. Heat fevers its way down your spine at the sight of your knight in shining prosthetic and you expertly lick salt off the rim of your shot glass and throw the cheap liquor down your throat before you bring the lime up to your perfect red lips. Bucky appreciates the show and gives you a sly grin as he takes out his wallet to pay for your shots.

“Come on, darlin’. Let’s get you home.” You smile sweetly up at him before you look him over. He looks absolutely perfect in person, way better than on the news, and you don’t stop yourself from slipping your arm into his as he leads you out of the bar.

The three men across the street start to wolf whistle your way before they notice your chaperone and slink off back into the club.

“Thank you. They were trying to chat me up again. One of them tried to buy me a drink earlier. I figured a crowded bar was a better option than just on the street.” “No that was a good call. Are you far? Do we need to get a cab?" Bucky asks.

“I’m just a few blocks, we could walk if you want. It’ll help me clear my head a bit.

"Whatever you say boss,” Bucky replies offering you a wink and a crooked smile. Your stomach swoops at the sight but you manage to maintain your composure.

“Come on, it's this way.” You tug on his arm as you two head off down the sidewalk, weaving through the late night revelers. You're more unsteady on your feet than you initially thought and you're grateful for Bucky’s steady arm to cling to. You're chatty when you’ve had a few drinks and you talk Bucky’s ear off about Kathy and Max and Melissa who ditched you in the club. Bucky is happy to listen and steal quick looks at you as you chat away.

“…she's a good friend though, don’t think too harshly of her.” You come to an abrupt halt as it dawns on you that you're in front of your apartment. Your heart drops as you unwind your arm from Bucky's to dig in your purse for your keys. “Thanks for rescuing me. I guess I did need it.” You’re looking at Bucky with a mischievous glint in your eyes. You shuffle closer to his broad chest and put your hands on his arms to steady yourself.

“Anytime, doll. Make sure you take a couple Tylenol before you go to bed, okay?” Bucky says. “Sure thing, Mom.” You say sarcastically as you lean forward and give Bucky a sweet, chaste kiss on the cheek. Bucky’s cheeks flush pink and he dips his head to hide the colour. You walk up your steps and through your door with a final glance and a wave of your hand. Bucky stuffs his hands in his pockets and moves down the street with a dopey grin on his face.

You loudly enter your apartment and kick off your heels. You make it to your bedroom where you strip off your dress and fall onto your bed face first in just your bra and panties. You're asleep almost immediately.

You're awoken from your sleep hours later by a gentle buzzing coming from your purse on your bedside table. You roll over with a groan and fish your phone out of the small leather bag.

Brunch? -Bucky you smile and your heart skips a beat or two as you look at the message.

Absolutely. Pick me up in 20? You text back with a smile playing on your lips. You’ll have to thank Melissa for ditching you and you’ve never been so grateful for a wrong number.

#marvel #marvel fanfiction #marvel writing challenge #Bucky Barnes #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky fanfic #Winter Solider #winter solider x reader #winter solider fanfiction

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creeped-out-ranked · 4 years

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Creeped Out is a horror anthology series shown on CBBC in the UK and available on Netflix elsewhere. It’s an excellent show, fun for kids with loads of crossover appeal for adults. But the big entertainment sites tend not to cover it, and I haven't been able to find a definitive ranking of all the episodes anywhere. So I decided to create my own, because why not?! This list includes season 1 and season 2; I’ll add further episodes as they’re shown.

Before we get into this: there are some spoilers in here. I’ve tried to keep them to a minimum but sometimes, to describe what's good (or bad) about an episode, I need to discuss elements of the plot.

Every episode of Creeped Out, ranked from best to worst

1. ‘Slapstick’ (Season 1, Episode 1)

The first episode of a series is rarely the best, but Creeped Out bucks the trend—‘Slapstick’ hasn’t yet been bettered. It’s the perfect combination of cozy and creepy, with a quintessentially British setting (a seaside town complete with Punch & Judy shows), a puppet antagonist who’s somewhere between unnerving and amusing, and a relatable main character. Even the score is the best of the bunch: its sinister take on fairground music really adds to the atmosphere. The plot—Jessie wishes her parents were ‘normal’, and lives to regret it—is compelling, and in contrast to some of the weaker episodes, you actually understand why the characters do the things they do (even the bully is given a bit of a backstory). ‘Slapstick’ is a gem, and more than any other episode, it stands up to repeated rewatches.

2. ‘Trolled’ (Season 1, Episode 3)

Sam leads a double life: he’s secretly NoFace, an online troll who often targets his closest friends. When he ignores a message warning him to stop trolling, things start to go very wrong. This episode is set in the plush surroundings of a boarding school (one of Creeped Out’s more notable backdrops) and the contrast between Sam’s environment and his online life is both palpable and believable. The dynamic between Sam, Fitzy and Naini is established very effectively—you really feel Sam has something to lose. Extra points for the properly bleak ending, too.

3. ‘Kindlesticks’ (Season 1, Episode 9)

This episode is a fan favourite, and it’s not difficult to see why. ‘Kindlesticks’ came out of nowhere, landing in the middle of a few mediocre episodes, and doesn’t seem at first glance to have the most exciting setup: a bad babysitter getting her comeuppance. Yet you’ll likely find that the tale of Esme, her charge Ashley and his imaginary friend Kindlesticks will drag you in, spit you out and leave you reeling. It’s a simple idea executed perfectly, with what is undoubtedly Creeped Out’s best delivery of a twist. Seriously, I didn’t see that coming at all.

4. ‘Splinta Claws’ (Season 2, Episode 10)

Admittedly, it isn’t difficult to make a Christmas episode good—add lots of sparkly decorations and a bit of ‘Carol of the Bells’ and you’ve already nailed the atmosphere. ‘Splinta Claws’, in which two boys get trapped in a department store along with a possessed animatronic Santa, builds on that to create an inspired take on PG-13 seasonal horror. It’s the self-aware script that really makes this episode; the ‘frenemy’ relationship between anxious Mikey and street-smart Lawrence, plus the characters’ recognition that the slow-moving Santa isn’t that scary (despite its nightmare-fuel face). An effective combination of action, emotion and humour results in a spooky festive treat.

5. ‘Tilly Bone’ (Season 2, Episode 9)

Telling a story backwards is a bold move, and initially, it makes ‘Tilly Bone’ confusing. Some viewers might find themselves wanting to switch off as they wonder what the hell is going on. But stick with it, and a fascinating tale unfolds, with layers, details and clues to be picked apart, nods to classic horror, great performances (especially Alice Franziska Woodhouse as the disquieting Junebug) and some of the series’ most original and surprising ideas. It’s formally innovative, daring and altogether one of the most impressive pieces of work Creeped Out has yet produced.

6. ‘Marti’ (Season 1, Episode 4)

Kim is initially delighted when her new phone’s AI helps her to become more popular, but things take a turn for the sinister when ‘he’ claims to be in love with her. ‘Marti’ cleverly uses this premise as a kid-appropriate way to explore themes of coercive control and abusive relationships. I have a feeling this episode may have been inspired by the 2016 movie Bedeviled—there are lots of similarities, right down to Marti’s voice—and it says a lot that in 25 minutes it crafts a better, more meaningful story than a full-length horror movie for adults was able to manage. Often unfairly slept on, ‘Marti’ is the talented underdog of the series.

7. ‘Takedown’ (Season 2, Episode 8)

‘Takedown’ is intriguing because it departs completely from the series’ typical aesthetic—there's lots of shakycam, a grainy feel to the cinematography, a muted colour palette. It’s shot more like an indie film than an episode of a kids’ show. It focuses on Alexa, the only girl on her high school wrestling team, who uses a weird chain text to wish for more strength. Since this is Creeped Out, it’s no surprise that her ‘gift’ comes at a price. With its gritty feel and the authentic friendship between Alexa and Lucky (‘cheers to root beers’, anyone?), this episode is something really different, and all the more memorable for it.

8. ‘No Filter’ (Season 2, Episode 6)

Like ‘Trolled’, ‘No Filter’ is a thoroughly enjoyable example of what a series like this should be aiming for, which is essentially a junior version of a Twilight Zone episode. There’s a recognisable starting point—who hasn’t used filters or Facetune to make their selfies look better, and who bothers reading all the T&Cs?—and when Kiera’s eroded face is revealed, it’s one of the few moments in the series to create a genuine shock. Plus there’s a proper pantomime villain, just as it should be. The ending might be a little jumbled, but it’s entertaining enough that that can be forgiven.

9. ‘Cat Food’ (Season 1, Episode 2)

Happy-go-lucky prankster Stu pretends to be ill so he can skip school, but gets more than he bargained for when he discovers the elderly neighbour, Mrs McMurtle, is actually a shapeshifting monster. ‘Cat Food’ is a fun, comedic episode (the only one yet to make me laugh out loud) and, while there isn’t a great deal of substance to the story, it’s efficiently told and neatly resolved. Rhys Gannon is great as Stu and it’s just an all-round fun time.

10. ‘The Traveller’ (Season 1, Episode 11)

While the vast majority of Creeped Out episodes take place in a distinctly middle-class milieu, ‘The Traveller’ switches things up by focusing on Jodie and Brandon, troublemaking kids on an inner-city estate. They come across a device that can pause time, and it’s all fun and games until a blue-skinned man starts hunting them down. The plot is a bit more Doctor Who than your average episode, and the combination of urban setting and sci-fi story is surprisingly successful. There’s also an emotional gut-punch of a moment when Jodie finally understands the problems she’s been creating for her mum.

11. ‘The Call’ (Season 1, Episode 6)

‘The Call’ isn't one of the strongest stories in Creeped Out’s repertoire. An unpopular girl is drawn to an environmental activist and discovers she’s a siren, gaining powers into the bargain—interesting enough, but not enormously original, and inevitably a gateway to slightly tedious lecturing about plastic etc. It stands out mainly because of a stellar performance from Rebecca Hanssen, who reminds me of a young Olivia Colman. Hanssen really inhabits the character of Pearl, and shows how excellent acting can elevate an ordinary plot and script.

12. ‘The Many Place’ (Season 2, Episode 4)

With their holiday scuppered by torrential rain, three siblings wander a hotel and find themselves lost in a maze of realities. ‘The Many Place’ is designed as an homage to Stanley Kubrick’s The Shining, and spotting the references is part of the enjoyment here. The story takes advantage of the liminal, disconcerting nature of a large hotel to craft a series of alarmingly plausible terrors, and the ending features the best twist since ‘Kindlesticks’.

13. ‘One More Minute’ (Season 2, Episode 1)

‘One More Minute’ kicks off the second season with a pure hit of enjoyment that doesn’t take itself too seriously. When Jack can’t tear himself away from his favourite videogame, he finds time passing quickly—scarily quickly. While it may not be among the best, everything about this episode is solid: it’s (appropriately) well paced, the relationships are soundly fleshed out, and it’s all wrapped up well.

14. ‘Itchy’ (Season 2, Episode 2)

It may have one of the show's sillier premises—the villains are... head lice—but I have a soft spot for ‘Itchy’. Perhaps it’s the setting: a military academy on an English island feels fresh when you compare it to the many identikit homes and high schools in the series. Perhaps it’s the strong performance from Oliver Finnegan as protagonist Gabe. Either way, there’s something low-key charming about this episode.

15. ‘Side Show’ (Season 1, Episodes 12 and 13)

This two-part season finale is set in the early 20th century and centres on a troupe of circus performance whose ringmaster won’t allow them to venture beyond a magical barrier. Overall, ‘Side Show’ isn’t especially creepy; it’s more of a fantasy story that feels like it could have been its own separate series. The advantage of this is that there’s more space for character development and worldbuilding. The disadvantage is that it doesn’t truly feel like part of the Creeped Out universe.

16. ‘A Boy Called Red’ (Season 1, Episode 5)

Vincent and his dad aren't getting along, but when they go to stay at the latter’s childhood home, Vincent finds an unusual way to reconnect: via a time-travelling portal. The switches between past and present are handled admirably, and Boris Burnell Anderson is a standout as AJ. There’s a lot to like about ‘A Boy Called Red’; it just doesn’t stand out as especially memorable when compared to some of the stronger Creeped Out stories, perhaps because there’s no real antagonist.

17. ‘Bravery Badge’ (Season 1, Episode 7)

A troop of Girl Guides—sorry, ‘Hedgehog Rangers’—head into the woods for a camping trip. When the girls start falling into a strange trance, it’s up to a moody, reluctant Ranger to save the day. The setting here is promising, the campfire scene is a highlight, and the urban legend about the missing troop is a great touch. Unfortunately, the good stuff is undermined by questionable acting and a somewhat ridiculous supernatural menace. Though I will admit the singing is quite creepy.

18. ‘Shed No Fear’ (Season 1, Episode 10)

Set in the 1970s, with some decent period detail, this episode follows two boys as they battle a mysterious shadow-creature inhabiting an old shed. It’s cute to see Greg and Dave rekindle their friendship and tell the smarmy football captain to get lost, but the threat of the Shade is never particularly well-developed. The title also annoys me. Outside the context of this episode, nobody has ever uttered the phrase ‘shed no fear’. It isn’t even a good pun!

19. ‘The Unfortunate Five’ (Season 2, Episode 5)

Five kids in detention meet their match in a seemingly sweet, yoga-loving teacher who pits them against each other. Establishing five protagonists and two villains within the space of 25 minutes is a tall order, and it’s one this episode doesn't meet. ‘The Unfortunate Five’ has a good concept and also boasts one of the series’ goriest images (when Faye attacks Hawkins and blood spatters across the glass—I’m kind of surprised CBBC didn’t cut that). But the flimsy, unmemorable characters doom it to the lower reaches of this list.

20. ‘Only Child’ (Season 2, Episode 7)

This could have been great: the story of a girl being menaced by her demonic baby brother, while her parents are convinced she’s just jealous, has lots of potential. Yet ‘Only Child’ doesn't really work. The denouement is rushed and muddled (exactly how does Mia identify the link between the baby’s power and the feedback sound?) and the low-budget special effects don't help. It also suffers from being set entirely within the Tuthill family’s apartment, which looks like a cheaply decorated show home.

21. ‘Help’ (Season 2, Episode 3)

A very meh installment about a brother and sister who are overly reliant on their family’s Amazon Alexa-like virtual assistant. It’s basically a weaker version of ‘Marti’ with a much less impactful message. The siblings are barely fleshed out, and the episode shares with ‘Only Child’ a sterile-looking set that doesn’t resemble a real family home at all.

22. ‘Spaceman’ (Season 1, Episode 8)

If episodes like ‘Trolled’ and ‘No Filter’ represent what a show like Creeped Out should be, ‘Spaceman’ is exactly what it shouldn’t be. If ‘Cat Food’ proves how well humour can work within a scary story, ‘Spaceman’ shows exactly how it can go wrong. The tale of unlikely pals Spud and Thomas finding a crashed spaceship is by far the worst thing Creeped Out has come up with—it’s implausible, unfunny and not remotely creepy. Avoid.

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SIMPLE THINGS - Prologue

The prologue is my first building block - thank you for being patient with me... much more Tom in the next chapter... promise! Meanwhile, I do hope you enjoy this part.

Tag list: @winterisakiller, @devikafernando, @scorpionchild81, @messy-insomniac-bookgirl, @smutsausage, @hiddlesbitch1

Author’s Notes/Warnings: Not beta’d.

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London

The seminar was everything Charlotte had hoped it would be. It nurtured her desire for more in-depth information on specific subjects of her interest and the attending professionals were amiable, their visions thought provoking. The fact that she would take the stage for a discourse the very next day was both a source of excitement and anxiety.

She’d promised herself to not dread this adventure she was currently experiencing, but rather to embrace it. With both arms wide open. And surprisingly enough, up until now she had managed to do so rather well… if you didn’t take into account the gut-wrenching, nerve-wracking 10 minutes she had to suffer through every time she was about to present herself on stage. You see, what Charlotte had in intelligence, she lacked in self-confidence.

After the last speech of the day, Charlotte had allowed herself a mere 15 minutes of networking before eagerly dashing off to her hotel room where she straightway jumped into the shower to freshen herself up. She swiftly slipped into a cobalt-blue dress (a summer favourite of hers, she would have to confess) and slid her feet into a pair of midnight blue pumps. Grasping her matching clutch, she set sail through the doors and into the summer night.

Oh, the lure of recreation after a day of exertion …

Charlotte hadn’t felt so excited in a long time. It was quite strange really. The moment she set foot in the UK again, a sense of happy nostalgia settled upon her. Charlotte wasn’t British, not really. However her maternal grandparents had British roots. Although her grandfather’s job had led him all through Europe back in his young years, and his wife and 2 daughters along with him. Together they’d seen a fair share of countries, before the family ultimately settled down by the English seaside near Whitstable, Kent.

A soft smile curled across her lips as she vaguely remembered summer days spent by Whitstable Marina when she was a child, her tiny hand in her granddad’s as they strolled around looking at boats, attending the Oyster Festival and watching those silly yet traditional parades. She loved it. Although, truth be told, she was more infatuated with the girls who got to dress up as mermaids. Secretly wishing that somehow, one day, she could dress up to play a mermaid as well. It was her silver lining to the Oysters Festival. Grown-ups indulged in the culinary event, but to a child the whole Festival-site just smelled ‘funny’, ‘fishy’ and ‘yucky’. Even to this day the stench haunted her. It set her off oysters for life…

As a result of their lifestyle her grandparents’ two daughters were brought up speaking multiple languages and were encouraged to take part in life wherever it would bring them. It was a characteristic both daughters mechanically bestowed upon their own children. While both daughters aimed for permanent habitat as they grew into adulthood, a life that didn’t involve moving around all the time, they insisted their own children to travel explore and learn.

Yes, the effects on Charlotte’s generation were clear. While her brother had submerged himself in science and unsurprisingly settled for a life on the other side of the world (at NASA). Charlotte grew up to be a curious and avid traveller as well as an Anglophile, with an outspoken passion for English literature that extended from literature into drama. Her mum had prided herself on the English bedtime stories they would all read together when her children were mere kids; truly crediting this had provided the solid base for her children’s future successful endeavours. Her husband did not protest, but smiled back at her in loving admiration.

But tonight, this night, Charlotte’s excitement wasn’t solely based on happy nostalgia. Not entirely. Fact of the matter is that she had always dreamed of catching a play at Shakespeare’s Globe Theatre in London. Someday. The fact that Sir Ian McKellen was performing King Lear at the exact time when she would be in London for professional reasons was just perfect. A dream come true. Were it not that from within the bounds of her country it had seemed sheer impossible to book tickets for said play.

It had driven her absolutely mad. So when opportunity knocked some 10 days ago and she was offered a ticket, she most definitely did not decline. Quite the contrary. Charlotte was not one to beg for anything but when someone wanted to bestow a ticket upon her as a means of saying ‘thank you’, who was she to refuse it…

So far, it was the perfect night already. The underground was running precisely on schedule and so Charlotte made it into the Globe Theatre right on time.

Both delighted and amazed by the sights of the Theatre under that setting summer sun, she sauntered towards the entrance, ready to watch that Shakespeare play performed, as it would have been for those watching it back in the 1600’s. Somewhat. A content smile crept across her lips, her giddy inner child leapt for joy.

The e-mail sent to her advised Charlotte to check in at the Box Office where a ticket would be kept aside under her name. She made a mental note to send a thank you note of some sort afterwards to her generous benefactor even though most likely it was his publicist who’d essentially done all the work. And subsequently mused that she would - and should - make a point out of addressing the publicist and his efforts quite clearly…

Once ‘inside’ Charlotte was formally ushered into a – in her opinion - beautiful box. The entire Theatre was constructed out of wood. The seats were plain, yet beautiful, wooden benches built in between makeshift boxes. The Theatre in its own was quite basic, taking place in open air. But the history surrounding it humbled her instantly.

The box in which she would be seated was set in the centre of the middle floor, from where the view on the stage was nothing short of spectacular. “The RADA-box, ma’am,” the usher had courteously informed her. And it had to be said, the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art really did have the perfect seats within the entire Theatre. Charlotte happily accepted the faux-velvet cushion that was offered to her before she made her way to her designated place in the box, anxious and curious for what would ensue.

The Theatre was filling up quickly, she observed. The RADA-box however was not. When the lights faded and the curtains were about to open, she noticed one seat was left unoccupied. Shame, she thought, you’d at least expect RADA to fill up its seats, night after night… The moment Sir Ian McKellen took the stage, however, she abandoned all other thought and revelled in pure bliss. The actor, the theatre, the play, they all moved her heart.

The well-known story swept her away instantly and intermission came far too soon to her liking. While the fellow theatregoers left the box in search for refreshments, Charlotte chose to head the opposite way and walked towards the banister from where she absent-mindedly watched the Yard down below and the audience there who trickled on out into the hallway.

She never took notice of the one man who remained in the box with her, who observed her and her inquisitive ways with an amused look. It was only when she eventually turned around - ready to get a drink herself - that his pair of familiar clear blue eyes sympathetically locked with hers…

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