#speaking of water i forgot to drink for a good 6 hours yesterday and was wondering why the fuck something felt off lol

[amelia-yap]

Here to remind you that your amazing! Remember to drink water and take any meds you have! Have a good day and night!

thahnk yew!!

#weekend has been shit tbh #im not taking any meds but i would like some please #does anyone have pills that clears your mind and soul from being pissed at shitty teammates #god i hate people #not hate hate but yknow #hate #speaking of water i forgot to drink for a good 6 hours yesterday and was wondering why the fuck something felt off lol #was fucking sad the whole day for no reason and then like oh yeah shit you didn't drink water you silly bastard #felt better afterwards lmao #still have pile of hw..school is brutal 😂😂 #add on curricular? #😔😔 #exams are in two weeks and im descending #ugh #and tests are all crammed next week #have i mentioned a flipping pe assignment of having to record yourself for 8 minutes doing pe bullshit? #yeah fuck that too #seriously fuck everything #the fuck is with next week lol #i wanna get this over with #sorry for the large amount of complaining and ranting haha #but hey a good thing is that v8 is gonna arrive soon #have a nice day too anon! #and y'all #i appreciate y'all #...also i haven't studied yet #im so dead #haven't prepared a ppt and a speaking script due tuesday too #i just wanna yell fuck so badly rn 😂😂😂😂 #i should stop talking and start doing my stuff now lol byee

[wrienne]

My Cheating, Amnesic Fiancé

Chapter 6: Lies and Pressure

Shoot.

Because it wasn’t as if though he had a famous girlfriend he had been cheating on you, his ex-fiancée, with for who knows how long. And though the amnesia had seemed to make him more mellow - probably because he recognized nobody else but you and therefore clung to that sense of familiarity - you would still not consider him a friend. Also, technically, he was still an idol and probably had an endless sea of fans that adored him in every and any way possible.

So, he was neither eligible nor a friend, in addition to being an idol, and here you were, wallowing in your feelings. Great.

Before you allowed yourself to sleep, you decided to check with Sejin. The man was pacing back and forth in front of the door, and opened his mouth to speak when he spotted you. Immediately, you put a finger across your lips, silencing him.

“He’s finally asleep,” you whispered as you poked your torso through the opening between the door and the frame. “I’ll stay here until morning, but then I need to head to school. I think it’ll be good if someone can be here by then to guard him against nosy journalists or stop him from being all too problematic.”

“I can be here by six-thirty,” said Sejin.

“That will be perfect,” you said. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you,” he said instantly. “I can’t even imagine how the situation would have turned out without you here. The kid is lucky to have someone like you.”

You blushed at the compliment. “I’m just doing what any good friend would do.”

“I thought you said you weren’t friends.”

“It’s a bit more complicated than that,” you admitted hesitantly.

“Are you dating?”

“No!” you blurted, startled by the question. You slipped out of the room and shut the door as gently as you could after you, as not to wake Jungkook. “We’re just… family friends.” This was sounding a bit repetitive even to you now.

Kim Sejin regarded you closely for a beat, but then relaxed. “Good. He already has one girlfriend to take care of. I would have hated to see him grow up into a type of guy to have several women on the side.”

You were tempted to laugh, but managed to rein yourself in. “Agreed.”

“I’ll leave you to it, then.”

You fell asleep almost before you had returned to the vacant hospital bed. Now, your plan had been to wake up before Jungkook and sneak out quietly as not to disturb him. But what you had forgotten from your earliest days of acquaintanceship - sleepovers, yes, there had been numerous of them during your childhood - was his eerie ability to wake up before anyone else. By the time your alarm went off, he was already awake, watching you in the dark.

You yelped.

“Scared you.”

You only barely discerned his smile through the dark. “Stupid,” you grunted as you tried silencing the harsh ringing. “I could have attacked you and injured you even more. Colored your eye to match the splint.”

“Didn’t take you for the fashion-conscious type.”

“You didn’t react to me threatening to throw a punch at you.”

“I know you’re violent,” he replied. “Besides, I know Taekwondo. I would like to see you try.”

His voice was smooth, like a soothing summer eve’s breeze. Or rather, as if he just had drunk from the glass of water standing on the bedside table between the beds. You sounded like a troll, and probably smelled like one, too.

“I know you do,” you grumbled as you sat up and fumbled for the glass. “Now, what did you just say about my fashion sense?”

“You never struck me as someone who cared about his or her appearance, that’s all.”

You downed the glass of water. “‘His or her’? Gee, thanks.”

“You’re welcome. Still tired?”

“Not a morning person,” you answered as you rubbed your eyes. “Why are you so talkative? Didn’t you drink last… er, about six or so hours ago? Shouldn’t you be the sour, surly one?”

“I don’t remember.”

“Did you drink so much you-- oh.”

“Sorry, I forgot to tell you - amnesia is contagious”

“Clever,” you said with a chuckle. “But no, it’s not. I just have a case of bad genes.”

Your body ached as you rose and you stretched. You hadn’t slept in the most optimal position, nor any way near the amount you needed, and your body and mind made sure to remind you of that.

“You were going to try and sneak out without waking me, weren’t you?”

“Yup,” you replied.

“You know you can’t lie to me, right?”

You threw up your hands defensively. “I merely thought you needed to sleep some more.”

“As do you.”

You turned on the lights and immediately found the room flushed with pallid light. You made a face and replied, “I don’t really have the freedom to do so. I have school and then errands to run because of you.”

You hurriedly unplugged your phone and checked the fourteen notifications you had received, thirteen of which were concerned texts from your parents’ driver. The last one was a message from Se-Eun, who wondered if you would pick her up as you usually did Monday mornings. You shrugged on your jacket and purse while replying to both of them. You didn’t think you could make it to Se-Eun’s, however.

“Try to rest, Jungkook,” you said absentmindedly while typing. “Be polite to the doctors and nurses. And eat something while you’re at it.”

“I’m not hungry.”

Just then, a growl erupted from his stomach. You raised an eyebrow at him.

“I won’t sit here, being fed by some stranger who treats me like I’m an infant,” he said sternly, his large brown eyes defiant.

“Just like you won’t wear the hospital gown or follow any other kind of normal hospital regulations?”

“Just like that.”

“You don’t remember you’re a world-famous idol, but you sure do behave like a diva.” You snorted. “Have fun starving until I get back then. I don’t have time to force-feed you right now, but I will later.”

Jungkook snorted, too. You headed toward the door after refilling the glass when he stopped you.

“(Y/N), before you leave…”

You spun around. “Make it qui--”

You felt your chest tighten. He was holding up your engagement ring.

Jungkook had picked it up and kept it after you left him.

“Is this what I think it is?” he asked. “I mean, I don’t know what type of guy I was yesterday, but I don’t think I’d just walk around with gold and diamonds.”

“Maybe a new trend in the K-pop industry?” you managed stiffly.

“It’s too small for me,” he said as he slipped the ring onto his little finger. It stopped halfway down the digit.

You didn’t know what to say. This was your chance to tell him the truth: the two of you had been engaged ever since you were eighteen. But then, he had cheated on you and you had broken the arrangement. You could change all of that now. To be frank, you didn’t hate the idea as much any longer. You were the only person he trusted and, as you had acknowledged a few hours ago, you were starting to actually like him, no matter how scary that felt. And you would fulfill your promise to him - you would help him get through the amnesia.

But you couldn’t get the image of him and Park Yi-Jae out of your head. So even though it hurt more than anything else in the world, more than when you had broken your collarbone falling down a hill, more than all of Hye-Bin’s words and “pranks” combined, you decided to lie.

“There was a girl visiting you earlier,” you began as you felt your hand clutch harder around your phone. “Do you remember her? Slim and pretty, with short, curly brown hair.”

He frowned, but nodded. “Yes, she was just as weird as the guys.”

“You and she were--are in a relationship,” you went on while you inwardly prayed that you sounded convincing. “A romantic relationship. She is your girlfriend, Jungkook.”

“My… girlfriend?” The furrow between his brows deepened. “I don’t remember anything about a girlfriend. What’s her name?”

“Park Yi-Jae,” you replied.

He shook his head. “Nothing.”

“That’s the thing with amnesia,” you said with a voice you hoped sounded light and playful, at least in his ears. “You loved each other very much.”

“So you’ve seen us together?”

You forced yourself not to grit your teeth in anger. “Yes, I have. Just yesterday. You looked very happy together.”

Jungkook didn’t say anything. He simply held your gaze, his eyes trusting yet suspicious.

“If you say so,” he finally said.

“Yeah, well, anyway, I better leave now,” you said as you broke away. “I’ll be back sometime late afternoon with clothes and food. Call your parents if you want to be a bit helpful meanwhile.”

“I will. See you later.”

“Yeah.”

You left before he could add anything to prolong the conversation. You didn’t want to be there any longer. Still, though it pained you, you were proud of yourself. You had chosen the right option.

Yeah, sure you had.

Down by the front desk, you met Kim Sejin while he was purchasing some coffee from an old beverage machine. You doubted he had gotten much sleep, judging by the still present bags underneath his eyes, and gave him a half-hearted smile.

“He’s awake, hungry and probably a bit tense,” you greeted him with. “He’s not exactly convinced about the whole thing, but he has agreed to let me try and help him.”

“I’m afraid I have worse news,” he said grimly. “I spoke with a specialist just now, and he told me there’s a big chance that Jungkook won’t ever regain all of his memories.”

“That's not the worst thing in the world,” you replied, furrowing your brows. “He could have died.”

“Yes but with the situation being the way it is now, I don’t think Jungkook will ever be able to perform again, at least not with the rest of the kids. The director is already considering kicking him out of the group.”

“Why?” you exclaimed. “It’s not like he’s lost a leg or his mind or something - he can still dance or sing or whatever else you need him to do!”

You ignored the sharp look a nurse sent you as she hurried past. You were fuming. Here they were, this large company that probably made a fortune out of these seven guys - out of Jungkook. And they were just dropping him as soon as something - an accident - occurred?

“They just launched their biggest tour yet,” Sejin explained in a calm voice, though he also seemed disappointed. “The company poured a lot of money and planning into this. The boys are supposed to perform on a lot of shows and be on programs as well. But how are we - or anyone at all -  supposed to work with a kid who refuses to cooperate with people he doesn’t know? Who can’t seem to recall a single song or performance with his members? And don’t make it anything personal - the director is desperate not to lose him.”

“But what are you going to do without him?” you wondered. From what you had heard from Se-Eun, Jungkook was one of the most significantly popular members of the group, which probably meant his mere presence generated quite the revenue. And judging by yesterday’s concert, he had the most lines in their songs overall.

“I don’t know,” he muttered, probably considering the same things as you. “They might make it, they might not. Chances are, however, that without Jeon Jungkook, the Bangtan Boys will disintegrate.”

You placed your hand against your forehead and exhaled. You weren’t sure exactly what the idol life consisted of, but you had caught bits and pieces from Se-Eun whenever she rambled with her friends about the group. It wasn’t what you would have chosen to spend your youth doing. It just seemed too risky.

And now, all of Jungkook and his hyungs’ accumulated effort from years of work, promotion and practice could crumble.

His childhood dream could crumble.

“I’ve grown too fond of them to let it end just like this, though.”

You shook your head to clear it from your brief reverie. “What can you do?” you asked, hearing a budding idea in his tone.

“I think I can convince the director to cancel most of the concerts,” said Sejin as he scratched his stubble. “Though it might be a little tricky, it won’t be impossible or detrimental to the company since the money is best in Japan, which is where the tour ends. If the kid could somehow perform by then, I might still have a job tomorrow.”

“But as you said, he can’t and won’t cooperate with anyone,” you pointed out. “Not even with medical personnel.”

Sejin drank from his coffee cup, then grimaced. It had probably gotten cold from all your talking. “The doctor told me there is an unorthodox way of reintroducing memories to a person with any kind of memory loss. Unorthodox because it isn’t scientifically proven and because, more often than not, it fails and proves fruitless.”

“What do I need to do?”

“You really are a great friend,” he said, giving you an odd look of sympathy. “All of this relies on your ability to remind him of his life before the accident. Since you’re the only one he trusts, he might be more receptive to you showing and telling him about the other boys, their music and their performances. All and anything that might cause it to fall in place inside his head.”

“This sounds like a movie trope or something,” you said skeptically.

“As I said, it’s unorthodox. But it’s all we really have. There are no known cures or proper treatments for amnesia.”

“Very well then.” You managed a smile even though you felt the heavy mantle of responsibility weighing your shoulders down. “I’ll try. I have at least until the end of the year on me, right?”

Sejin’s expression fell and he groaned. “Damn it, I forgot you don’t know their schedule like the back of your hand.”

“What is it?” you asked. “What do you mean?”

Tension and trepidation already tightened your throat, but your heart was beating steadily. When you had offered to help Jungkook that night, you had known it would be tough. And as the conversation with Kim Sejin had continued, you had had a feeling that whatever he was going to say would be the opposite of good. Still, you hadn’t lost faith in Jungkook’s recovery. Even now, looking at his manager, you knew it would be bad since his face said as much.

But you had never thought it would be this bad.

“The beginning of the end of their tour starts May 30th. That means you only have a little more than three months to restore him, (Y/N).”

#MCAF #wrienne #ao3 #bts fanfiction #bts x reader

[biotic-boshtet]

Aftermath - Chapter 2

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Chapter 1

Sugar?

Kaidan steps through the door into the medbay, greeted by the smell of antiseptics and the doctor’s warm smile. “You wanted to see me?”

“Yes, I’m having a bit of a problem with our dear Commander, she’s locked herself in her quarters with a migraine, and normally I wouldn’t fuss, but she’s been in there since yesterday, and when I stopped by to check up on her this afternoon, she wouldn’t open the door. As far as I can tell she hasn’t so much has poked her head out that door since she shut it. I did consider calling Jeff down to check on her, but I’d hate to bring him all the way here and have Shepard turn him away. You’re the one best equipped to handle the situation at hand.”

“And you said she’s been in there for 24 hours?” Kaidan knew the stress of the 2 weeks since Virmire was taking its toll on the Commander, and that she’s been working through a migraine, but he’d never seen her down for more than a few hours.

“A little longer than that, really, she stopped by yesterday around noon to tell me she was locking herself in there until the worst of it passed. I believe her exact words were ‘Once my brain stops trying to implode and ooze out of my amp jack’.” Dr. Chakwas grimaced at the description as she repeated it. “I offered her a dose of painkillers, but she waved it off and went on her way.”

“Yeah, ouch, I’ll see if I can’t convince her to at least eat something.”

“Thank you, and good luck.”

-

Thermos of coffee, water bottle, and hot leftovers in hand, Kaidan leans against the wall beside the door as he sends off a message to Shepard. Hopefully, she was awake. Knocking wouldn’t work, the chances of her hearing aids being on were slim. He’d noticed she had the habit of turning them off when things started to overwhelm her. Feels like they’ve been off more than on lately. He breathes a sigh of relief when the indicator light flashes from red to green, and the door hisses open. As the door shuts behind him, it’s clear that she’s turned off every light she possibly could. The emergency lighting along the floor is still on, though he’s sure she considered cracking into the electrical panel to deal with them.

Walking further into the dark room, he almost believes she isn’t there. Almost. He spots her curled up with a pillow over her head as he pulls a chair up to the side of the bed. Her field feels different without her amp in, softer around the edges, but it still vibrant enough to pop and fizzle against his own. As he sits down and sets the food and drinks on the end table, Shepard moves her pillow to squint at him. He tries not to let his eyes linger on her bare arms or the near meter of hair spread across the mattress.

“Doc told me it was a nasty one.” Kaidan signs, “So I came with coffee. Pretty sure it’s strong enough to give a Krogan heart palpitations, so it should help.”

She pulls herself up to sit against the headboard. She looked like hell. “Sugar?”

“Plenty, don’t worry.” He uncaps the thermos and passes it into her waiting hands. As she takes a sip, her eyes slide closed and Kaidan swears he’s never seen such a blissful look on her face. He lets her enjoy the coffee for a moment before catching her attention again. “If you’re feeling up to it, I’ve got some leftovers too. If you don’t eat soon, I think Chakwas might break down your door and sit on you until you do. Or worse, drag you to the medbay.”

Shepard almost reluctantly sets the coffee down, reaching for the container as Kaidan snaps open the lid and sticks a fork in the steaming spaghetti. The second she takes a bite it’s like a switch flips and the second and third bites follow soon after. Half the container is gone before she pauses to take another drink of coffee and glances up at Kaidan. “I know this is just leftovers, but fuck, it tastes so good I could kiss you.”

Kaidan laughs as his cheeks redden, and he brings up his omnitool to check some emails while she finishes her food. He needs to distract himself from the fact that he wants her to kiss him. He makes sure to send one off to Chakwas, reassuring her that he’s gotten Shepard eating and at least caffeinated. He moves the bottle of water closer to the coffee, waving his hand next to it catch her attention and let her know its there.

“So. Ears are on now, by the way, don’t worry about signing. I had an idea, to boost morale. I can’t be the only person on this ship cracking under the stress, so I’m gonna see if I can’t work out some kind of sparring match in the cargo bay. Prizes and stuff, plus something extra for the first crewmate who can get me down on the mat.”

“Yeah? You sure anybody’ll go for it?” He spoke softly, the way she kept her eyes half closed told him the pain was still very much there.

“Oh, you know, I’ve overheard a conversation or two, some of the other marines are totally sure they can take me, just, without the biotics. Remember, some of these jarheads have never actually seen me in the field.”

“Yeah, or they’d never dream of going toe-to-toe with you. What’s your grand prize?”

“Probably some credits and a few pistol mods? I don’t know for sure yet.”

“I think it’s a great idea, help everybody loosen up a bit.” He checks the time; he drew the short straw for the watch in the CIC. “Alright, I’ve got my watch coming up soon, so I’ll get out of your hair. Go check in with Chakwas if you can brave the lights out there.”

“I’ll try.”

Kaidan makes it halfway to the door before he remembers the chocolate bar in his pocket. The good chocolate. Not impossible to get ahold of in space, but also not high on any Alliance requisition lists. He walks back to the bed, partially melted chocolate in hand.

“I forgot about this. A good bar of chocolate almost always helps a migraine.”

She looks reverently at the chocolate, hand outstretched, but not grabbing it. “Are you sure? This is definitely not on any of our supply lists.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ve got a few more stashed away, don’t worry about it.” He presses the bar into her hand, closing her fingers around it. He’s halfway out the door when she speaks again.

“Kaidan? Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

-

Kaidan watches what has to be at least 2/3 of the crew milling around the cargo bay, navy and marines, humans and aliens, all chatting and joking around. He’d picked a good spot, back near a wall, next to Joker. Near the center of the bay, he hears a thud as the Commander puts another marine on the mat. She offered up a prize of 300 credits and a few choice pistol mods to the first person who could get her on the mat, no biotics, no tech, just good old fashioned hand-to-hand. At least Shepard’s got the decency to help them up off the mat after she kicks their asses. Still, even after half a dozen crewmates beat, there’s still plenty looking to try their luck at beating Commander Shepard. She doesn’t even look like she’s broken a sweat.

Kaidan fiddles with his omnitool, pretending he isn’t interested in the match. Another marine hits the mat, and his eyes flick up watch Shepard help Fredricks up onto his feet, and this time she looks right at him, a mischievous glint in intense brown eyes.

“You up for a challenge, Alenko?” Her voice carries clearly over the chatter and general noise of the cargo bay.

Kaidan knows he’s got the look of a deer caught in headlights but recovers gracefully enough. “Oh, no, Commander, I’m content just watching you take out every other marine on board.”

“What, are you scared you’ll beat your CO? Don’t worry, you won’t.”

Joker leans over, with a hand up to his mouth for an especially dramatic stage whisper. “You know if you walk away the crew will never let you live it down. Neither will Norah Jean. She’ll be bringing it up for at least the next 10 years. Believe me.”

Kaidan looks between Joker and Shepard, who’s still standing on the mat, hands on her hips and already looking like she’s won. Then he sighs and wades through the onlookers. Once in the ring he looks down at her. “You know, you’re a real pain in the ass, right?”

“I try.”

Kaidan makes his way to the table set up a few feet from the edge of the mat and makes a show of taking off his uniform shirt, then unplugging his amp, setting both on the table beside hers. Slowly they begin to circle each other.

“Think you can beat me?”

“Shepard, I have no illusions of how this is going to end. I watched you bring Fredricks down in 6 moves. He’s twice your size. My chances aren’t looking good here.” He throws a jab at her left side, testing her reflexes, and she blocks it easily.

They trade blows, trying to whittle each other down, and Adams is clearly about to call it in a draw when Kaidan lunges forward. Then the cargo bay blurs and his back slams onto the mat, knocking the wind right out of his lungs. Shepard is beaming above him. She offers a hand to help him haul himself up, and he moves for his discarded shirt and amp.

“Uh, yeah, Shepard, remind me not to get in your way.”

She pats his shoulder and gives him a thumbs up as she drinks her water.

#shenko #fshenko #mass effect #mass effect fic #mandi writes #norah jean shepard #aftermath #otp: we know the score #of course i finish the chapter and update at 4 am what else would i do #heehehehhe now i drop the first hints of past norah jean/joker #ill reblog it again when its not disgusting oclock lmao

[tsukikento]

Too Fast For Your Own Good Part 1

(part 2) (part 3)

Pairing: Takami Keigo (Hawks x Reader)

Words: 4814

Summary: Soulmate!AU - the first words your soulmate says to you is written on your body in ink.

Genre/Warnings: Nothing? Fluff maybe?

A/N: I got carried away and this got too long so now it’s two parts! Hahaha oops sorry. Anyways, pls enjoy I spent hella time on this! Also posted on my ao3 @ allie_win

When Takami Keigo turned 13, a small tattoo formed on his back, just between his wings. 

The first thing he remembers was the burning sensation he felt in the middle of the night. He remembers yelping from the pain, turning on the light, and looking in the mirror to see what it was. 

Takami was worried that something was happening to his wings, but he was relieved to see that it was his soulmate mark, something he completely forgot about. 

I know I am.

Takami spent that night staring at the marking, admiring the way they curved around his wings. Finally, he had the promise of love.

The next day, Takami came to training sleep-deprived yet still shining happily. He remembers telling a man at the company about it, only for him to brush it off by saying, “Don’t think about your soulmate mark, you will be a hero with no time for romance.”

After that, Takami did not anticipate the meeting of his soulmate. Those words got Takami through a lot of tough situations. They pathed the way for his personality to form.

~~

When Y/L/N Y/N turned 13, a small tattoo formed on your back, just between your shoulder blades.

The burning sensation that you woke up to in the middle of the night scared you so much that you accidentally stopped time. The colorful world turned gray and you took this chance to turn on the lights and check the new mark.

Your parents expected this and preemptively explained the situation to you. They did not, however, describe the pain you were currently feeling.

You spent as much time as you could looking at the words on your back before turning off the lights, getting back into bed, and letting time once again flow without immediate interruptions.

So apparently you’re faster than me?

The words didn’t leave your head that night, and your parents also questioned the meaning when they saw it in the morning. 

A thought that frequently crossed your mind was that obviously you were faster than them. You could stop time! Granted, you couldn’t breathe while you were stopping time, which meant you had to spend time training your breathing, but you could currently go a whole minute without feeling your lungs heat up.

The idea of speed eventually made sense when you were signing up to take the entrance exam at U.A. High School. The professor signing you up asked to see your quirk, to which you paused time, moved to stand next to the professor, and started time.

“Wow, teleportation!” The professor complimented.

Although you were about to correct him, he gave you a number and called the next person up, not allowing you to speak. 

Regardless of how many times you tried to correct someone about your quirk, they constantly interrupted you and didn’t listen. Eventually, you gave up, deciding that deception may be the best choice for you.

From there, and into your graduation, you were known as Teleportation Hero: Telethon.

~~ Present Time - Age 20

When you awoke from a deep sleep on your first day off in two weeks, you were greeted by cool air and birds singing on a bright Sunday morning. You yawned, stretched your limbs, and relished in the warm sunshine coming through your windows that juxtaposed the wind passing by your exposed leg.

Today, you had plans. Relaxation plans specifically. A Swedish massage and celebrity-scale facial were waiting to meet you at your 2 pm appointment today, giving you ample time to eat and get ready. You had been anticipating this appointment for the past month, allowing the excitement to push you through the tough and tireless month you had faced. 

What made this appointment all the more worth it was the effort you put into yesterday’s mission. An earthquake villain appeared in the city and sent down multiple buildings in their wake. The entire situation was incredibly tiring, from the hours spent stopping time and carrying people out of buildings to the paperwork you filled out till midnight yesterday.

You turned onto your side and grabbed your phone off the side table.

You had a few push notifications from various apps as well as a couple texts from your friend, Kaoruko Awata, regarding the dinner plans you both had and your boss Edgeshot, wishing you a good day off. You smiled at the text and responded before putting your phone away. You would love to spend time responding to fans, but you wanted to use less time on your phone today, choosing to focus more on life and nature.

Eventually, you made your way out of bed and got dressed in some exercise clothes. Your stomach was growling at this point, and you were really craving some waffles and a cup of coffee.

Once done cooking, you turned on the television and reached across your coffee table to grab your coffee and felt your muscles ache, reminding you once again of the day previous.

You got the call seconds after the earthquake, and you immediately rushed over. 

Multiple buildings were crumbling down, some were ablaze in wild, red and yellow fires. Heroes were scattered across the scene, all rushing around to help the hundreds of civilians harmed. Some flew through the sky, others working to stop the fires. You didn’t spend much time taking in the scene, opting to begin the rescue mission; you of all people knew the importance of time.

The world thought you could effortlessly transport people from location to location. Opposingly, the process of saving people was rather tedious. You knew the importance of this mission, and you spent as much time as you could in the gray and frozen world you effortlessly created, but you still had to hold your title as Teleportation Hero. At this point, if the world found out you were lying about your quirk, they wouldn’t be able to trust you.

Oh, the hole you had dug yourself was deep and there was no one to help you out of it.

Around 12 pm, you finished your food, turned off the television and pulled out the book you were currently reading. With your busy schedule, you had very little time to read, but your New Year's Resolution was to read more, and this was one of the few days you could stick to that goal.

Regardless of the interesting story, you found yourself drifting back to yesterday’s events.

You had arrived so quickly to the scene that you had no communication earpieces set up and ended up stopping a healing hero to hear about the ongoing battle. 

“You okay?” The healing hero asked first and foremost, ignoring your question.

“Just quirk overuse,” You breathlessly replied. “How is everything going?” You asked again.

“Good, but it’s a slow process,” They replied. The healing hero grabbed a few serums off their belt and mixed them together in a small bottle. “The villain isn’t caught yet, but apparently they are narrowing in on him. He’s on the run right now.”

You nodded in response, silently praying that they catch him to ensure that no one else was hurt. 

“Here, drink this. It’ll give you a burst of energy,” The healing hero said while holding out a vile of blue liquid.

“Thanks,” You replied and immediately downed the shot. It burned down your throat and you felt the energy immediately rush through. It was definitely increasing your adrenaline. You handed the healing hero the bottle back and stopped time to rush into a new building. 

When you realized you had been daydreaming instead of focusing on the story, you silently scolded yourself and grabbed a cup of water to clear your head. You saw the clock read 1 pm, and you decided to get ready now instead of being perpetually late like usual.

You fondly reminded yourself how lucky you were to have a time manipulation quirk that helped counteract your horrible habit of being late.

~~

You ended up finishing the entire process of your massage and facial appointment around 5 pm, giving you less than two hours before your dinner date with Awata. The plan was for her to come over around 6:30, with food in hand, she had just texted you 5 restaurant options for you to judge. You lazed around your house as you looked up each restaurant’s menu and selected your top 2.

From your two, Awata ended up choosing the pizza place and told you that she would call to order right away. About 20 minutes later, you got a text from Awata letting you know that she was on her way.

You replied and went into the kitchen to grab out plates for the pizza. You downed the rest of the water you had been sipping periodically and walked across your small studio apartment to change into a more appropriate outfit than the one you had worn to your appointment.

Once in a comfortable yet surprisingly cute outfit, you moved back into your living room to wait for your friend. It was so uncommon that you got a whole day off without any training or any extra errands to run for work and you were going to utilize every second of rest. You laid down on your couch and quickly got lost in your thoughts.

Your mind wandered to Awata, reflecting on your great friendship with her. Although she was incredibly quiet and soft-spoken, she had the true heart of a hero and craved helping people. Not only that, but she had slowly been getting funnier and funnier due to her job at Sir Nighteye’s office.

You still remembered the smile on her face when she told you that she got the job with a silly joke.

Around 6:30, Awata texted you to buzz her up, and by the time she got upstairs, you had moved the plates and two full cups of water to the coffee table. You got up from your couch at the sound of a knock at your door.

“Hey, Ms. Hero Allstar,” Awata said as she waltzed into your condo with two personal-sized pizzas. “So, what’s it like?”

“What’s what like?” You mumbled, more focused on the steaming pizza that was being handed to you. You both were already drooling at the prospect of gooey cheese and carbs.

“Being so famous!” Your friend yelled as she took on her shoes before plopping down on your love seat.

You scoffed at her comment and rolled your eyes before opening up your pizza, “I’m not even in the top 2,000 heroes.” You grabbed a slice and moved it onto your plate.

“Not after today,” Awata replied, as she joined you in opening up her own pizza.

You looked up at your friend with a confused face, not able to reply because your mouth was filled with pizza.

“Wait, do you really not know?” Awata asked. She reached over and grabbed your television remote, switching it onto a local news station.

The image of two anchors came onto the screen. The view of them quickly switched away to a video of the wreckage from today. “They saved a total of 137 civilians in the span of only two hours. Additionally, no additional damage was caused in the process. This success skyrocketed Telethon to top charts online.”

The screen cut to a scene of you using your quirk to grab multiple people in only a few seconds. You gawked and looked over to your friend. 

“It was truly impressive, but what can you expect from a member of Edgeshot’s agency” The female anchor spoke as the screen cut back to them.

“It is,” The male agreed. “In fact, we have some quotes from yesterday about the situation.”

The healing hero from before popped onto screen. “I worked with Telethon for only a moment today, giving them one of my serums to help give them the energy needed to save people. I feel honored I got to be a part of this record-breaking defeat.”

The screen cut to a young boy, possibly 12 years old.

“Telethon was so cool yesterday!” Their face was bright and it warmed your heart to see their support. “Not only were they fast, but they were fast for hours! That’s endurance! Most speed heroes don’t have that, they might even be faster than Hawks!”

The screen cut back to the chuckling anchors and you looked over to your friend as they talked about the multiple videos circling the internet that almost all had millions of views.

“Holy shit.”

Awata nodded excitedly. “I know.” Although quiet, she could get just as excited as you during great events. She was smiling wider than you were right now.

If you were in your right mind, you might have noticed the correlation between the speed comment, Hawks, and your soulmate mark. However, you were too excited about this new fame to even think about it.

The rest of your night was spent celebrating with Awata, both of you having a few drinks and stuffing your faces with indulgent American-style barbecue.

~~

As weeks passed, the fame for you continued to rise. Your rating approval shot through the roof and you were being stopped more often to give autographs and take photos.

Not only had your fame been rising, but so had the idea of you being faster than Hawks. Although you admired Hawks, you kept away from the drama, opting to focus more on improving your skills to meet the new expectations you were being given.

~~

After about a month of this challenge circulating, Hawks couldn’t help but make a comment. He was so much more popular and powerful than this wannabe, and no one was going to stop him from being the fastest hero. He was being bombarded daily for a comment about the speculation of someone being faster than him. Not only did he hate the attention, but he hated how the doubt of his strengths got to him.

One day, when paparazzi were surrounding him and pestering him about the challenge, he snapped and shouted into the camera.

“There is no way Telethon is faster than me and I will prove it! This is my official challenge for them to come out of hiding and actually race me!” He looked straight into the camera and spoke eerily calm, “I am too fast for my own good.”

~~

You still remembered the fear you felt when you watched the clip on the internet only a few hours after it went viral.

You will admit that you made a connection between your soulmate mark and Hawks’ words at the time, but you brushed them off. Too often were you disappointed after talking to a cute boy that you had been admiring. 

It’s not like you could focus on relationships as a hero anyways.

~~

The next day, your manager told you that he contacted Hawks’ manager and arranged an obstacle race for that Friday.

“It will be great PR,” They claimed, “Even if you don’t win!”

You reluctantly agreed, not like you had much of a choice, and awaited the email that would contain everything you needed to know from the time and date to the price of tickets.

The prospect made you incredibly afraid. To you, the debating of who was faster was more fun than anything. The idea of having to prove yourself was driving you crazy.

What if you couldn’t hold your breath long enough? What if Hawks was so fast that he beat you before you could even stop time?

You sighed and leaned farther back into your soft couch, wishing that the cushions would swallow you up. Maybe this was all a dream and a nice nap would wake you up?

You bit your lip and read through the email, your thoughts drifting off periodically. 

~~

Over the next couple days, you worked privately at expanding your air capacity. Your manager wasn’t allowed to tell you anything about the course, so you had to work hard to perfect your breathing and your speed.

You laid down on the floor of the gym, no one was there because of how late it was. 

Your mind got lost in the thought of how you could technically even win a speed race. Sure you would have to run through everything, but to everyone else, it would just look like you were flashing from one place to the next.

A few years back, you met someone else with a teleportation quirk. They described it as flashing place to place, although they were restricted to only moving about 15 meters. You always thought of your quirk as a time stopping quirk rather than teleportation, but it did help you in battles that people just thought it was teleportation.

Grunting, you got up from your spot on the ground and got back on the treadmill. You stopped time and continued to run for as long as you could, dreading the competition tomorrow.

~~

You woke up to your alarm, the sky was gray and a chilly air flooded through your room, making you cling to your blankets. You heard the sound of rain outside and groaned. You checked your phone, but were too tired to respond to any texts you had received that day.

You got out of bed, your muscles aching and started preparing an ice bath. You hated ice baths more than anything else in the world, but they still dramatically helped your aching muscles. As you stepped into the freezing cold water, you tried your best not to focus on how much it hurt to sit in an ice bath.

After only a couple minutes, you practically jumped out of the water, deciding that you had been in their long enough. You wrapped your body in a towel and started drying off as you made your way to your room. 

You threw on a sweater and sweatpants to keep you warm and started stretching your muscles. From there, you grabbed yourself a freshly brewed cup of coffee and began applying the makeup involved in your hero costume. You made sure to apply a thick foundation and powder to make sure you didn’t appear too greasy in the photos.

You grabbed a snack once done with your makeup and grabbed your bag with any necessities or costume things you would need. Your manager told you to change there so you simply packed everything you would need. 

After double checking that you had everything necessary for the day and competition, you stopped time and casually made your way to the stadium, watching the still rain water in your own gray world.

Luckily, the place wasn’t too far away from your house and you were able to make it there by only needing to start time again a couple of times and take a breath. When you arrived, you were whisked away by your manager who had you immediately get dressed. You then had a couple people fix up your makeup and style your hair.

As this was done, your manager informed you that you would be starting the day with an interview, yours being right after Hawks’. He told you a couple questions they were going to ask and steered you to answer in certain ways.

“We don’t want to give too much away, just make it interesting and fun,” You manager said as the hair and makeup team finished up and left quickly.

You looked at yourself in the mirror and admired the way everything came together before your manager ushered you to the calling curtain. On the other side, you could clearly hear the interview going on between the woman and Hawks.

“So, Hawks, how are you feeling about this whole situation?” The interviewer asked. “You seemed quite angry at all the attention Telethon was getting.”

From your position, there was also a small television that pointed directly at them. You saw the expression of the interviewing as she asked Hawks the question. Her voice was practically dripping with sensuality as she tried to keep Hawks’ attention.

The camera cut to Hawks who was casually sitting back as if he didn’t have a care in the world. “Honestly, I wasn’t. I was upset that I was getting attention. I don’t like when paparazzi follow me everywhere.” He looked from the audience to the interviewer and smirked. “I’m happy that Telethon is getting attention, they deserve it. Granted, I wholeheartedly doubt their faster than me.”

“Oh, really?” The lady inquired. You could tell she was reaching for strings to create drama. She leaned forward and you noted how her skirt inched up just slightly

“Well, I am too fast for my own good,” Hawks replied, grinning and waving his hands to prove his point.. “I’m happy that Telethon is gaining attention, they are a great hero. However, no one will ever be faster than me.”

“Well, Hawks, I’ll be looking for you at the finish line then,” The lady smirked at the blond hero.

You groaned at the obvious bias the interviewer had.

“Anyways,” She started, “That’s all the time we have for Hawks. We are going to take a short break and be back with Teleportation Hero: Telethon!”

The audience clapped and Hawks waved goodbye to the crowd before making his way towards the back. In fact, he was making his way towards you. You gulped down the lump in your throat as your manager began making a few more notes in your ear about what to say in the interview.

You looked down as Hawks approached you, too nervous to look up at him. Not only was he the current number two hero, but he was also your maybe soulmate. You hated to dwell on love like so many people nowadays, but the idea that the Takami Keigo could be the love of your life could make anyone nervous. 

He smirked at you as a sound person came up and started taking his mic off of him and putting it onto you.

Your sense of smell was suddenly crowded with a deep musk, that smelled of woodlands and cherries. The smell was airy and delightful and you noted that it had to have been coming from Hawks.

Finally seeing the number two hero up close made you painfully aware of how handsome he was. 

His dirty blonde hair naturally swept back because of how much time he spent flying. His golden skin practically glowed as he smirked down at you, making you all the more self conscious.

Most of all, you couldn’t take your eyes off his wings. You were sure your face was mirroring their crimson color based on how hot you suddenly felt. They looked so soft and beautiful and you felt a strong pull to touch them as if someone was whispering in your ear.

As you felt the mic being clipped onto your hero uniform, you attempted to bring yourself back into reality. You swallowed your nerves and looked up at the smirking hero in front of you. You could tell he was amused at how obviously starstruck you were. Even with his mic off, he seemed to linger for a few moments to watch you, his eyes trailing up and down your body.

It made you all the more nervous.

You watched as his mouth opened, as if he was about to speak. However, you were quickly pushed by your manager as they ushered you onto stage.

“Wave at the fans!” They said as you were pushed through the red curtain.

You focused back on the crowd as the flashing lights filled your vision. You tried your best not to squint and wave at the people around you. You were making your way to the chair and the interviewer that was awaiting you, when you suddenly felt a bit overwhelmed. You took a few deep breaths and tried to calm yourself.

You gingerly sat down in the seat and smiled brightly at the woman in front of you.

After the applause died down, the interviewer became speaking. “Welcome, Telethon, we are happy to see you today.”

“Oh, the pleasure is all mine,” You replied. Although annoyed, you could still be nice and spread positivity for your young fans. “As a fairly new hero and not very high ranked hero, it is incredibly surreal to be gaining so much attention and thanks for my work. I keep reminding myself to try my best for all the new fans I’ve gained.”

The audience erupted into applause and you could tell the lady was a bit annoyed that you were coming off as so nice and humble. You brushed off her attitude, knowing that you were being true to yourself.

Regardless of how you acted in your own life, you were a hero nonetheless and wanted to be a good role model for aspiring heroes.

“Yes, yes, I’m sure you’re loving the attention,” The lady, who you still didn’t know the name of, said. “However, do you really think you are faster than the number 2 hero?”

You smiled politely at the woman in front of you, even though you were silently wishing she would be hit by a train. “Actually, I’m here for the challenge. Regardless of whether or not I win, I am always looking for a challenge to better myself and gain new experiences.”

“Oh, so you are just doing this to get close to top heroes like Hawks?” The women interjected, stopping you from further explaining yourself.

“No,” You sternly replied. “Like I said, I personally want new experiences and to keep reaching for ways to become a better hero. For example, I’ve been training for the past two days to prepare, and I know my speed has increased, and I’ll be proud of that even if I don't end up winning.”

The interviewer was practically pouting from your ability to easily recover from her questions meant to stump you. From there, the interviewer asked you a few easier questions, such as one about your employment at Edgeshot’s company.

Eventually, she prompted you to say goodbye to the audience and you politely waved and she asked people to tune in at 4 pm today for the competition.

You waved goodbye as you walked off stage and were immediately meeted by the sound person and your manager.

“That was great,” They cheekily grinned at you, knowing full well how annoyed you were with the rude lady.

“Thanks,” You replied, glad your manager was able to understand you so well. “You mind if I take a breather?”

“Not at all, just be back in half an hour,” He replied, “Your bags are in the green room.”

“Thanks,” You mumbled as you made your way around the building to find the green room. Everyone was rapidly walking around and the whole building was incredibly busy. You groaned and stopped time, using this as a chance to search around a quiet area and find the room.

Not only were you pissed that the interviewer was treating you like a child, but you were ridiculously nervous for the competition. You knew it was supposed to be a casual competition, but Hawks made it seem serious for him. He was the number two hero for god’s sake! If he lost to you, it could ruin his career.

Not only was the moral dilemma of letting Hawks win vs. trying your hardest bothering you, but so was Hawks. In the brief minute you were around him, your body filled with uncertainty and you felt intoxicated on his smell and appearance. Maybe it was you getting caught up in the idea that he may be your soulmate, or maybe it was your body telling you he was.

Regardless of your nerves, you were currently most caught up in anger for the interviewer. You entered the green room, and stared straight at the glorious display of food. You didn’t bother to look around the room as you started time again and groan in frustration.

“So you are just doing this to get close to top heroes,” You mumbled, changing your voice to match how annoying it sounded coming from the interviewer’s mouth. “Like I need it, I’m Edgeshot’s top employee and she would have known that if she did any research before the interview.”

You groaned loudly again and turned to face the couch. No one could explain how flustered you felt when you saw Hawks sitting on the couch, eating a plate of fried chicken. When you met his eyes, you felt his golden eyes bore into his soul.

He adjusted to be sitting up straight and moved to place the plate next to him. He cleared his throat and took a sip of water. You watched him the entire time, too embarrassed to speak.

“So,” He finally began, “apparently you’re faster than me?”

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[mydemimonde]

‘muse’ ch. 6 | matt (bbtl)

CHAPTER 6

“I don’t know what came over me” Mia confessed to her friend Javed. Both were at the living room in Mia’s house, drinking some tea. After her outburst that afternoon, she locked herself up in her room, she didn’t want to talk to anyone. But her mother told her Javed was waiting for her outside, and had no choice but to go downstairs and see what was going on.

“Matt looked really hurt and confused. He didn’t say a word after what you told him, he went straight to his house” he stated with a brooding look. “Is everything okay?”

Now Mia felt bad. Really bad. “It’s just… my emotions accumulated and I exploded” he looked at her, curiously. “Oh, I forgot to tell you. When you left the party the other night, I went upstairs and accidentally walked into Matt and Emma making out.” She sighed. “They were about to have sex”

“Oh” he stood there, not knowing what to respond.

“That’s not the worst. Yesterday he took me to the store and made me pick a necklace. I thought it was for me, but it was for…”

“For Emma” he gave her a sorry look, his friend nodded and looked down.

“I know I over reacted, that was shitty” she covered her face with her hands, frustrated.

“Hey, you said it yourself, your emotions piled up” she lifted her head and he continued his statement. “You have the right to feel sad. You know I’ll be here, always”

She smiled and leaned forward, hugging him. “Thank you so much, J”

“Anytime”

“So, are you coming tomorrow for lunch?”

“Absolutely, I wouldn’t miss it for anything in the world. Should I bring something?”

“Just your presence” both lads laughed. Javed looked at his watch. “You have to go, right?”

“Yes, mum needs help with the sewing. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” both got on his feet and Mia walked him to the door.

“See you J, send my regards to your mum”

“Will do”

Once she got her pyjamas on, Mia grabbed her book and sat on her bed. She tried to read, but couldn’t concentrate, her mind was elsewhere. Maybe she was too rude to Matt. Poor guy, he was so shocked and hurt when Mia snapped at him. It wasn’t his fault, it was her ability to hide and bury her emotions so deep, and then combusting when she’s overwhelmed.

She put the book down on her desk and walked towards the window. There, she had a view of the street and Matt’s house. Especially the living room and his bedroom. There he was, sitting on his bed with his guitar. She couldn’t hear from the distance, but she was sure it was a beautiful tune. It seemed like he was writing a song, because from time to time he would stop playing to grab a pencil and start writing on a paper.

Mia stared at him for a while, she noticed his sadness. Eventually, he placed his guitar aside, turned off the lights and went to bed. She closed the window and went to sleep as well.

- - - - - - -

There was a knock on the door, and Oliver opened it. “Well, hello Javed!”

“Hello Mr Bradley” he answered with a polite smile and tone.

“I told you to call me Oliver, no matter how much time has passed” he patted his back and closed the door. “You’re part of the family”

“Thanks Oliver”

They all sat on the table and Susie came from the kitchen with lunch. “I hope you enjoy this” she put the dish in the middle of the table and told them to help themselves.

“Is this your special recipe you would cook when we were children?” asked Javed after eating the first bite of it.

“Yes!” she sat on the other corner of the table, facing her husband. She looked at the empty chair next to Javed. “It’s a shame Matt couldn’t come”

Mia chew on her salad and nodded. Nellie frowned. “What happened?” she noticed Mia and Javed exchanging looks. “Did you have a fight?”

“No, not at all” declared Mia quickly, almost with her mouth full. What a professional liar. “He had another… event going on”

Oliver hummed. “I miss that lad. Hope next time he joins”

Mia just nodded in silence, focusing on filling her glass of water.

They talked about many things during lunch, Javed listened with interest at everything the family did over the past six years in Liverpool. Then, he told them about the struggles he and his family had everyday with money, especially now that his older sister’s wedding day was getting closer. The Bradleys just listened to him.

“Well, if you need help with anything just tell us. In fact, there’s a vacancy where I work, you can tell your father” Javed’s face lit up at Oliver’s words. “No experience needed”

“Really? Thank you so much”

Once lunch was finished, Mia and Javed helped Susie to wash the dishes, not without splashing water and playing around. The day was beautiful with the sun shining, they wouldn’t let the last day of holidays go to waste. They took their bikes and went cycling.

“What do you want to do after finishing school, J?”

“I want to go to college, Manchester, but my dad won’t let me. He wants me to stay here in this hole, so I don’t know”

“You will get into college, you’re so smart and resilient, you can do whatever you set your mind to” Mia loved his friend so much and hated when he teared himself down. “I know it’s hard to rebel against your parents, especially against your dad. But don’t let him decide your future”

Her words of encouragement made his eyes soften and his heart fill with joy. “Thanks Mia. And what do you want to do after school?”

She pursed her lips to the side, thinking. “I really want to get out of here. I’m not saying that I don’t like Luton, because I grew up here, but… I want to see the world; you know what I mean?”

“A hundred percent”

“I want to move to another place. I want to go to college and become a writer. Or an artist, I’m not quite sure yet. All I’m sure about is that I long to go to college”

“And we will” they smiled at each other.

They cycled for hours, until the sun started to set. They were parking their bikes when they heard a voice coming from behind them.

“Hi…”

It was Matt. They turned to look at him. “Hello mate” Javed greeted him, Mia started playing with the hem of her shirt, uneased.

“I saw you earlier. Why didn’t you tell me you were having lunch?” his blue eyes were full of hurt.

Javed looked at his friend, confused. “You didn’t tell him?”

Mia blinked. “Uhm…” she glanced at Matt, who was now feeling betrayed. “I was… I was going to tell you. But then you told me today was Emma’s birthday, so…” her voice lowered at the last words.

“I could’ve come anyways, the party wasn’t gonna start until tonight” Matt looked puzzled. Mia’s mouth opened, but she couldn’t form any words. She didn’t know what to say. He lowered his head and bit his lower lip. “Okay, I get it” his shoulders dropped and he backed away.

“Matt, wait” Mia went after him and grabbed his arm, but he let go of her grip.

“What do you want?” his voice cracked with a mix of anger and sadness. “Ever since you got here you’ve been acting strange. I thought we were gonna be friends like the old times, but you’ve been treating me like shit, or trying to avoid me” his eyes began to fill with tears.

Mia, you absolute idiot. Look what you’ve done.

He looked away, avoiding her eyes. “Look, if you don’t wanna be friends anymore, just tell me and I’ll understand. Because this…” he gulped “this is hurting me”

Matt turned around and went inside his house, leaving a speechless Mia behind.

- - - - - - -

Three days passed since the last day of holidays. Three days since Matt’s angry words at Mia. Three days since Mia realized she truly acted like an insensitive bitch towards Matt. He didn’t deserve that treatment; he deserved an explanation. But she had no idea what to say.

Sorry for being an asshole Matt, I was being a bitch because I don’t know how to express myself and control my emotions, I’m jealous of Emma because she’s pretty and hot and she has you wrapped around her finger, and all I can do is watch both of you from a distance and suffer in silence.

She sighed and grabbed her books. Literature lessons ended and now it was time to go home. Miss Clyde was an incredible literature teacher, but made them work very hard. Mia liked that kind of pressure though; it made her focus and make her best effort.

“How was Literature?” asked a panting Javed, who came running from Biology class.

“Very interesting. We discussed about Mary Shelley today. How was Biology?”

“Ugh, disgusting. We dissected a frog today” she pretended to vomit. “I know, Miss Wallis loved it though” he started looking inside his bag, frantically.

“What’s with the rush?” she watched how some of the books threatened to fall from the bag, and helped him look for whatever he was looking.

“Mia, I just had my eyes opened. And ears”

She giggled. “What are you talking about?”

“The boss. Bruce freaking Springsteen” he handed over the cassettes.

“What?” she took them and examined them.

“He’s just… amazing. It’s like he knows what’s going through in my brain, his songs speak to me on another level”

On the way home Javed talked to Mia about his new idol, agreeing on everything he said. Ever since her mother listened to him, she started to enjoy his music.

A few steps close to their homes, they saw Matt coming out of his friend’s car. Mia stared at him.

“I think it’s time to talk to him” Javed spoke and noticed how she was doubting his idea. “You can’t avoid him forever”

“I know. But I literally have no idea what to say”

“Saying ‘I’m sorry’ would be a good start” she slowly nodded. He sighed. “I hate being in the middle”

“I’m sorry for putting you in this position, you don’t deserve this” she patted his back.

“He’s the one who doesn’t deserve this. He deserves an explanation” he always said the right words. He was a great adviser.

“Yes, you’re right”. She saw how Matt laughed at something his friend said, then he said goodbye to them. When he lifted his head and saw Mia and Javed, he quickly looked away and went inside his home.

“Well, I better be going. I need to finish an essay, see you around” he ruffled her hair and she giggled.

She stood there, thinking about what to do. What Javed said was true, Matt deserved an explanation. She sighed and headed towards his house.

Here we go.

- - - - - - -

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[tsukishima44]

The Other Side of The Storm

Warnings : child abuse, starvation, self-harm

The day after Green's failure, Daisy almost never saw her brother in their home. She only knew that Prof. Oak locked Green in his room and there was nothing she could do other than placing a tray of food outside. After a week, she knew Green was never allowed to go outside ever again.

Daisy saw it all. She was afterall, Green's (the shortest champion ever) sister and also one of the famous Prof. Oak's grandchildren. So she knew the immediate change in what remained of her family.

The day after Green's failure, Daisy almost never saw her brother in their home. She only knew that Prof. Oak locked Green in his room and there was nothing she could do other than placing a tray of food outside. After a week, she knew Green was never allowed to go outside ever again.

In the night, she couldn't help hearing the muttering from the wall beside her where Green's room was. Even when she was awoken at three a.m, Green's incessant murmur still continued. It lasted until 6 a.m and Prof. Oak awoke her at 7 o'clock, Green at 6.15.

The next time she saw her brother was when the Professor went to an event in Unova, two months after Green's "study" started. She bravely asked a neighbourhood's ferrow to fly her to Green's window. Daisy gasped a loud when she saw how thin Green was. She saw black bags under his dimmed green orbs, Green's ginger spike was depleted like he didn't care much about appearance anymore, and the purple shirt he loved so much looked baggy on his stature. Daisy knew it was his favourite shirt because she had bought it for him on his 8th birthday. It was supposed to fit his brother's body. But now it hang loosely on one shoulder. The little fat Green had had disappeared, like he hadn't eaten anything while she always refilled the empty tray with new food everyday.

Did he vomit it? Or throw it away?

Daisy felt tears rolling her cheeks when she saw Green's wrists. The lavender sleeves was rolled up, so she could see the aftermath of Green's decreasing mental status.

He was not only went into starvation, he had depression. A deep one as the suicidal tendency was on sight.

She knew she had to do something.

The next day, she went to their neighborhood's house. Daisy was greeted with Red's mother cheery smile but her own lips could only lifted itself a bit before they turned into a frown again. It might be her mother instinct, but Daisy was immediately ushered to the small house cozy living room. Andrea didn't bother to offer Daisy a drink. She sat on the sofa opposite her and gently asked

"What happened Daisy and how can I help?"

She broke down there.

She told her everything, about their family's circumstances, the dynamic changes, Prof. Oak cold attitude, Green's well-being, anything she had withold for 7 years long. Andrea had embraced her and softly rubbing her back, patient when she went into another outburst when describing her brother's physic and mental.

When her crying had subdued, Andrea gave Daisy a box of tissue and a glass of water before sitting back beside her.

"I-I really am sorry for my earlier crying"

Daisy felt the warm arms enveloping her being again

"Oh, honey. You should never apologize for it. I should have met you and Green since a long time but I never had the courage" then Andrea's arms migrated to her shoulder "I will help you filling a complain to the police about this and I will be there to see him went into jail"

Daisy was taken a back by her determined and protective side.

She shook her head.

"Thank you for the offer. However-" Daisy stopped for a breath "I just n-need one thing"

"What is it?"

"I need Red's contact"

-chapter break-

Mt. Silver, the living place for many wild pokemon, has never been a place for human. Many trainer had tried to capture some strong pokemon in the snowy mountain. Until now, only few of them survived. Red, the current Kanto region champion, has been living in Mt. Silver for two months. He had told her mother, Andrea, about him leaving once again because he couldn't handle the sudden attention upon him. He was never an extrovert since his child phase and he will never be one. Red had felt guilty for leaving his mother once again, but Andrea had understood him. She gave him a hug and made her only child promised her to call whenever he could. Due to her DNA, she couldn't stay long in the cold area. So she prepared a pidgeotto to deliver food and supplies once a week. Sometimes a letter because they were one of those family who saw the effort and aesthetic behind a handwriting. His mother never once told anybody about his current living nor cracked under journalists who went to their house for his location. All they knew was the pokemon champion had disappeared and nobody knew about it. Red was happy and glad for his mother.

Currently he was training a lapras he found injured a week ago near a small lake. He had addressed the small gash and gave her potions. In a night she was good as new. Today he had released her from his pokeball, but the lapras kept trailing him to his cave. Red smiled at the increase companion on his team. Snorlax had let Lapras leaned on his side, Charizard and Venusaur played cautiously, Pikachu helped her hunt some berries, and Blastoise often helped her learning a move or sparring. All of Red's pokemon had learned that he was selectively mute and steadily saw his small quirks in commands. This not only gave them advantage in battles as their opponent didn't know what his move, but also enhanced their instinct to small movement. They lived in wildness, they must always on their guard.

As he gave the sign 'waterfall', he felt vibration coming from his cell phone. Red took the small device from his pants pocket and saw her mother's number. What's wrong? They had just exhanged letter two days ago.

With an eyebrow lifted, he took the call.

"Mom?" He asked

"Red, this is Daisy"

Red's memory immediately recognized her voice. It was his best friend's sister name and voice.

"Is something wrong?"

Red was sitting in the snow as he heard Daisy's story. Lapras had went to his side as soon as she realized her trainer was busy with something. When she felt her trainer's hand tensed, she immediately surged into defensive position. Her trainer realized and quickly petting her neck, his arm slung on top of her. Several minutes later, Red stood. His hand made a signal to come back to their home. The moment Red stepped through the small cavern, his pokemons attention was on him. He only spoke one word, one word and everyone understood.

"Green"

-chapter break-

Green didn't know what had he done to deserve it. He had been a good boy since his parents died in an accident and they were placed under his grandfather, Prof. Oak,'s care. He had learned everything about pokemon the morning after the funeral. He was the next successor in line. He had limited his friend to one, the neighborhood kid who has selective mute. The three of them, Red and Green and Daisy, had been friends. Green realized early that his grandfather had preferred Red more than him. He was jealous and angry at Red. So he went to become a pokemon champion. Unfortunately for him, Red also went to a journey. They had clashed again and again and Green always asked for a match. Never once had he came out as the winner. Even when he had chosen Charmander to Red's Bulbasaur. Speaking of Charmander, he wondered what had happened to his Charizard after Red beaten him at Indigo League. He really hoped he didn't died in his grandpa's hand, just like his raticate.

Ever since he had lose his title in a matter of minutes, Prof. Oak demeanor had changed even colder. The next day, he had been locked up to his room. At 6.15 he would be awoken, 8 a.m to eat breakfast, 1 p.m for lunch, 7 p.m for dinner. The rest of the hours were spent on studying. Each day he would be given one book to read and understand for a whole day. At 10 p.m Prof. Oak would come to give him 20 questions from the inside of the book. Each false answer meant a strike, and if he had 10 mistakes, he wouldn't had breakfast until he could answer all questions perfectly. However, the lack of food meant lack in focus and lack of studying. Green forgot the last time he touched the rice Daisy had prepared for him because his stomach had stopped grumbling after two days. At first he had tried to whisper while studying as not to disturbed his sister. After a while, he didn't bother anymore. The reading and his own voice kept him from falling asleep. When he had received his 238 hits, Green was tired. His back had lacerations, fresh and old, littered and still he had to read the same book, which meant no dinner, again. He had cried of course, but his tearducts had dried after his first week. He never wanted to look into the mirror ever again, afraid to see a human failure as his reflection. When he saw a small swiss army under his sink, he was happy. He could finally ended his torture. But suddenly he heard the laughter from outside. His eyes glanced at his sister lithe body playing in the grass with other neighbors he didn't bother to know. His sister. Daisy. He must live for Daisy. If he leave her alone, he was afraid his burden would transferred to her shoulder and Daisy, his beautiful sister, should never felt this. He would do his best to protect her smile, even if he needed to sacrifice his own happiness. That day, he tucked away the device and bandaged his wrist. When he almost lost hope, he would placed several slits, never to deep, redressed the wound, and hidden everything again.

Yesterday, Prof. Oak had told him that he was going into a conference in Unova and will be back in three days. He had placed 6 books on top of his unread books (3 books; 2 thick 1 thin) to a total of 9 books, his current book excluded. He wondered what would happen if he didn't finish everything. Would it be more belt strikes? Maybe no more food for a week? He wondered when will he died out of starvation? If he die, would Daisy cry for him? Would anybody cry for him? A piece of human garbage chosen to be the genius Prof. Oak's successor. No wonder he couldn't do anything. He would never surpassed Red, he was afterall just a trash.

When the moonlight shone upon his bedside, he was on his third book. When he opened the next page, he remembered the last page was about the weakness of a pokemon...which pokemon was it?...he heard a knock on his window. He looked to see a blurry figure on top of....a flying pokemon. The pokemon looked familiar, but he had forgotten what its name. Green tried to rub his eyes, it might clear the fog in his sight. But to no avail, he still needed to squint. Then he saw the red hat. Oh he knew that. It was Red's hat. Years of growing up with his friend had made him easily distinguished Red's signature hat from the others. What was he doing here? Wasn't he gone? It also seemed like he tried to open the glass window.

So Green had tried to stand, only to fall to the floor. His head hurt and everything spinning, even if he closed his eyes. He knew that Red had frantically knocked on the glass now. But Green had no more strength to walk, not even to sit. All he could do was lying on the floor and seeing Red's figure hitting his window and slowly slipped into darkness.

-chapter break-

Red was shaken when Green just lied there unconscious after trying to stand. He could see how little energy left upon Green's battered body. Daisy had been right about everything. Green had been suffering and he knew nothing about it. As he was helplessly calling for Green from outside, Prof. Oak had left with Green's room key, he realized that Pikachu had poked his shoulder again and again. He looked to his precious pokemon to see him pointing to a small opening of Green's other window. Red understood and without directing, Charizard had moved them. Red helped Pikachu slipped to the small space and the mouse pokemon managed to open the window latched. Red came in through the medium window space to Green's side. He placed a finger to his friend's neck to find a weak force pushing into his finger. He gave a relief sigh. Then Red took Green's old sling bag and stuffed several clothes inside it. He ran to the toilet for a first aid box beneath the sink. Some bandage and medicines he deemed worthy was placed inside the bag's pockets while the box was left behind. Red slung the bag on his body before taking Green's fluffiest blanket on the cupboard to cover its owner's body. Red easily lifted Green's body to his arms, realizing how thin the man was. After everything was ready, he climbed back, this time slowly as not to lose his hold on Green, into Charizard's back. The fire pokemon descended them to the ground. Daisy had been waiting for them there and hugged her pale brother for awhile. Then she kissed his cold cheek before Red moved him back to his earlier position, head on his shoulder.

Daisy then handed him things, another bag and pokeballs. The bag turned out containing light foods and the pokeballs, as Red predicted, was Green's pokemons that had been kept in Prof. Oak's room. Red gave her a sad smile and Charizard lowered his neck so Daisy could placed the bag on his neck while Pikachu holding the pokeballs which placed in another bag. His mother was also there, giving both boys hug and then Charizard flew back to their home in Mt. Silver.

Red exhaled as he felt the usual snow on his skin. He was adapted to Mt. Silver's extreme weather. But the figure on his arms trembled and curled itself in attempt to chase the cold. Red murmured an apologize. His hold on Green's body tighten as they neared the cavern.

-chapter break-

Green felt warm. His mind still loading from the overwhelming warmth which was enveloping his body. He slowly recognized the soft material of his blanket. His eyes glanced down to see green clothe surrounding him. Did he fall asleep? He still had 7 more books to read and the Professor was going home tomorrow! He didn't have enough time to sleep!!

His body caught up with his brain and he managed to twitch his hands. But his body. Wouldn't. Move. At all! What-What happened? His body wouldn't cooperate at all and he was afraid he couldn't even sit. Why didn't he fallen sleep on his desk, preferably on top of his book. That way he could still read it. Maybe, maybe the answer would come from there. He might be able to eat! But no! His treacherous body had decided to stop working. He felt tears pooling before they poured to the clothe in front of him. His body shuddered from his fear and he curled, trying to hide his tears.

"Green?"

Green's silent cry stopped. That was Red's voice. What?

"Green, are you awake?"

Then a hand cupped his hollowed cheek and lifted his face to stare into a familiar face.

"Red?" He called.

Was he dreaming? Or dead? Because Red had been missing for two months and nobody knew where he was. Was he finally kicked the bucket?

Green felt a thumb swiped his tears away.

"I'm sorry"

Then Green was embraced, the warmth was from his favourite blanket and Red's body covering him. Green could only laid there while Red rubbed his back through the flannel.

After a while, Red helped him sat in front of him, Red's leg on each side, his head tucked on Red's neck crook, and his back could lean on Red's warm body. Green sighed contentedly.

Then he saw a yellow figure stumbling to them from the corner of his eyes. Green felt Red took something from the pokemon, he guessed pikachu, fumbling with it, and Green's nose smelt Daisy's miso soup. It smell heavenly. Unbeknownst to him, his stomach gave a pitiful sound at the stimulate. His cheek immediately redden in reply but Red just gave him a smile, pecked his forehead, and spooned some of it. Green saw the plastic spoon moved to the front of his mouth and continued up away from him. Atop him, Red blew for a bit then lower it down to Green's lips. Green opened his mouth and the liquid poured gently into his parched throat. It felt good. Before he knew it, another spoonful of miso had arrived again. Green obediently closed his lips on the spoon and let Red's deft fingers took it again. It continued until half of it was gone. Even though it was a small portion, it had been awhile since his stomach had food inside. He still ate pieces of crackers and small cup of water Red offered. Feeling content, Green slipped into another sleep.

Their routine continued for a month before Green's mind finally cleared enough to work. That day, Red retold Daisy's story while Green laid beside Red on Snorlax stomach.

"Since then, you have been asleep and woke up to eat for 28 days. Prof. Oak had went into custody  two weeks ago and jailed after his trial two days later. Daisy had moved into my house. We had been keeping in touch"

Green nodded slowly.

Does that mean Green was free? He didn't have to study anymore? He was allowed to eat when he was hungry? Did he have to go back to the 'house' after he was healthy?

"Daisy told me-" Green halted his mind "-to take care of you. Whether you want to be here or in my house in Pallet Town is up to you, I will still take care of you whichever you choose"

Green thought for a bit. If they went back to Pallet Town, he would finally be able to meet his sister and give his gratitude to Red's mother. Yet his body still trembled thinking he would be near Prof. Oak's house once again. It was quite obvious.

"A-Am I allowed to be here?"

He could see Red frowned at him. Did he ask wrong? Was he tricked? Afterall this time and Red didn't want him to add his burden. Oh, how wrong he was to think everything Red did was because he care. Red himself should've realized how big their difference. Red DID beat him along their journey and-

Red pulled his body to him

"I want you here"

It was the second time Green breakdown in front of Red.

The days after, Green slowly build back his physic, he still loved to make Red fed him, and mental (Red praising him when he learned new things when they were sparring). His pokemons had hugged him the second they were released from pokeballs. Charizard followed his original trainer since day one. Each day, Red taught him how to live in the cave. Unexpectedly, the place was quite homey. You need fire? They have Charizard. Water to drink or bath? Blastoise to the rescue, and lately they found a hot water source on the deeper side of the cave. Some earth type pokemon had helped them build a pool after Red healed their injuries from other trainers. Food was readied by Pikachu, Venusaur, and others to pick near the forest when their supply had diminished. Not to mention they have a weekly parcel of food and potions and two pieces of letters both eagerly wrote back. Their bed was several rugged clothes on Snorlax side to protect them from the wind near Charizard and whoever pokemon wanted to gather near. Green had shared his blanket for they both use. Red had refused at first, saying Green hadn't adapted yet. But the previous champion was stubborn and Red reluctantly use it. Each day their body had migrated to each other and Green often found himself spooned by Red. Sometimes his eyes opened to see Red's black shirt in front of him and Red's arm slung over his waist. When he realized the condition he was in, he couldn't help the blood rushing to his cheeks and even more when Red awoke to kiss his nose, muttering a 'good morning, Green'.

He doesn't have to study excessively anymore, he eats and sleeps regularly, his sister safely living with someone he can trust, and he is always near his Red, his champion, and his partner. He is free. Green has never been this happy in his entire life and he is proud of who he is.

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The Coffee Prince XII

(T’Challa x Reader)

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*Part 1* *Part 2* *Part 3*  *Part 4* *Part 5*  *Part 6* *Part 7* *Part 8* *Part 9*  *Part 10* *Part 11*

You look at a bowl of stew that in every way should be delectable and nutritious.  Just the right balance of vegetable and meat so that it isn’t heavy on your stomach.  Protein for energy, ruffage for vitamins and regularity, with a salty, rich broth to wash it on down.  A thick slice of bread sits on a plate to the side.

T’Challa takes a spoon and dips it into the bowls contents, collecting a bit of everything for a handsome bite.  “This I swear is my best batch yet.”

He clinks the back of the spoon against the ceramic.  “Ok, yesterday we got one bite.  Today we will at least get two.”  He says brightly looking at you as he aims the utensil towards your mouth.

You turn to look at the floor as your stomach lurches.  “I don’t want it.”

T’Challa’s mouth flies open, taking the spoon back with a flinch.  “Bast!  Is that that lovely voice I have missed for over 24 hours now?”

His happiness over you speaking does not catch on with you.  You sigh with exhaustion.  “Please, don’t talk to me like that.  Like I’m a four year old.”

T’Challa sets the spoon back in the bowl, look satisfied with himself.  “I know, I’m just glad that you said something, even at my annoyance.”

T’Challa wouldn’t be able to handle half the feelings you have concerning him everyday since waking up.  You feel agitated, weak, tired and most of those symptoms would be cleared up with a meal.  But the food was not going to get past the rock in your throat you constantly held whenever your mind thought about Bean.  And you never stopped.

“I don’t want to eat anything.”  You say in a low voice.

He sighs deeply.  “Fine.  That’s you choice for now.  But you need something, so I’ll get you a nutrient patch.”

Getting up from his stool, T’Challa walks around the kitchen island to open a heavy ornate cabinet door to pull out a small box.  Clicking open the lid, a small card-like piece pops up like a jack in the box, which he retrieves.  He comes over to you.

“I’m going to need to pull you shirt up, ok?”  T’Challa says quietly.  You say nothing do nothing as he lifts the bottom of your blouse.  The sound of adhesive peeling fills the silence as you feel his fingers creating stability on your back to place it.

“T’Challa, how long have I been here for?”  You ask in a daze.

T’Challa rubs the patch onto you.  “You do not have to think about that right now.”

“But I’m asking.”  You say, rubbing your throat.  It feels rough and dry, making you wince.

T’Challa pulls your shirt down, noticing this action.  “Do you need water?”  T’Challa asks, retrieving a glass before you can even answer.

His selective kindness is immediately irritating.  “I told you what I want.”  You say gravely as T’Challa shuts off the faucet turning to you.  His sunny disposition becoming cloudy.

“I heard you.  But...with all that has happened, I want to make sure you are well enough before going into it any specific details.”

You close your eyes in thought.  If you had the strength you would do you best to snatch him across the table, no matter if it was a losing fight on your side.  You can’t stand this side of him.  “I just lost my baby after being punched in the stomach before I thought you were dying in front of my eyes....I think I can handle a little chronology added to that mix!”  You hissed,  pushing the bowl across the counter as the broth spills.  You could care less how he felt about you, he’s kept you in the dark far too long.

T’Challa’s face drops with disappointment.  Instead of entertaining your outburst, he brings the glass next to you.  “You are tired.  I know you didn’t rest last night, I heard you talking in your sleep and you were sweating.”

You grunt, holding your face in your hands.  “All I do is rest.  I’ve been resting for an UNKNOWN amount of time so I’m probably resting too much.  Don’t you think?  Mr. Know Everything, Says Nothing?”

T’Challa cocks his head to one side, studying your face blankly.  “Would you like to go for a walk instead?”  T’Challa asks calmly.

You turn your body to get up from the chair, T’Challa coming around hastily to hold your hand.  You want to swipe it away, tell him to back off.  You’re not made of glass, you won’t break.  You only lost a pregnancy, it happens everyday.  You’re still alive, but he keeps treating you like you’re a feather on a windy day, frantically grasping at you.

Instead you say, “Sure.  A walk sounds great.  A change of scenery can keep my mind off other things.”  You come to a standing and feel something release, holding your stomach as an odd sensation trickles beneath you, a stark reminder of what you’re still going through.  “Let me just go freshen up first.”

--

When you make it outdoors, you and T’Challa walk side by side separately.  The sun is high but the heat isn’t offensive.  You both walk across a clearing of high grass, tickling the exposed skin in your sandals.  Every time a part of your body grazed his, you bristle, not wanting to insinuate that it was purposeful.  You could see the hurt in his eyes from not taking his arm when he asked, but you were tired of feeling a rehabilitated bird.  He has become so coddling, which you guess is not far from how he’s always been.  But it isn’t nice now, nor does it feel secure.

“Thank Bast for such a wonderful day out.  The sky is clear and the sun shines on us generously.”  T’Challa opines.  You squint at the sky, feeling the strain from being indoors so long.  

“Mm,”  is about all you can muster..

T’Challa looks at you as you look on.  “How are you currently?”

“Hm!  You wanna know, huh?”  The grandeur of your tone drips with sarcasm.

“I’ve only ever wanted to know how you’re doing.”  

You shrug.  “I’ve been better.”  

“Be more specific, uhmle.”  T’Challa insists.

You scoff, tossing your hands up.  “T’Challa, I don’t think there is much else for me to say when nothing I’ve asked has been answered.”  

T’Challa sighs.  “Isn’t mystery the spice of life?”

“And isn’t transparency the key to a healthy relationship?  You think keeping shit from me has worked well enough for you up til now?  See, that’s what I have been trying to say, but you won’t listen!”  You say, flipping the switch on your anger quickly.  .

T’Challa raises his hands in surrender.  “I do, I hear you.  Like anything else, there is a time and place.  Maybe we can ease into this conversation.  I just don’t want you to get upset in your condition.”

“Who is gonna hear us out here, T’Challa?  We have privacy!  And I have no condition, I just don’t have no baby.”  You say flippantly.

“(Y/N)!”  He snaps your name up at your quip.  “Do not downplay your importance to what has been lost.  That was not your fault.”

“Was it not??  As blurry as it may be in my memory, the one thing that keeps playing in my head is if I hadn’t insisted on you going to fight Erik, our child may still be coming.”

T’Challa closes his eyes shaking his head.  “Erik was planning carnage whether things went his way of not!  Until M’Baku helped to subdue him, we would have woken up to a very different Wakanda.”

You are disbelieving.  “I know there’s a greater good, silver lining to all of this but I’m...really in a selfish mode right now, ok?  I don’t wanna know about Wakanda, or Erik right now.  Tell me, moment by moment what happened leading up to me waking up in bed?”

Just then T’Challa’s kimoyo beads trill, breaking the stand off in his favor.  

“You forgot your kimoyo beads at home again?”

You shrink a little at his mention of home.  Wakanda had become more of a place of asylum, just a means of protection and rehabilitation.  Somewhere you go for a necessity and count the days in which the worst is over and you can be free.

“It’s hard to remember.  I’m not a big jewelry wearer.”  You mumble.

T’Challa brings up a hologram of Shuri.  “Good Afternoon, sister.”

“Yes, yes.  I’m not here for you.  (Y/N) won’t answer.  Have you seen her?”

T’Challa turns his body so Shuri can see the both of you.  

You feign a smile.  “I’m here!   Sorry, just forgetful, no danger.”

Shuri sighs in relief.  “Ok,  I will just outfit you with an older model of the kimoyos.  I phased them out a couple years ago, but it’s in a necklace form so maybe you are less tempted to take it off.  Come see me when you get the chance.”

“I’ll be there soon!”  You exclaim.

T’Challa starts.  “And Shuri, have you got a chance to show me your remodels for the heli-”

“Brother, use the brain Bast gave you to figure it out.  You have the time and capacity to do that without me, right?  Or ask Okoye to help you.”

“I’m not putting my time into anything but (Y/N) right now.”  T’Challa whines.

You bristle at this.  “I don’t need supervision and frankly, I’m done talking anyway.”

T’Challa stutters slightly.  “I did not mean that you need watching over!”

Shuri hangs up in the midst of the spat.  T’Challa faces you, clearly exasperated as you lay into him.  

Not letting up, you say, “You’re acting as if I’m a ticking time bomb, but I’m fine!  I have no issues to reconcile except for piecing together a timeline to find out what happened to get us here!”

“And why is that so important to you?  Why can we not move forward and learn how we should do things since what happened?   You want to dig up pain again that hasn’t fully healed, what good does that do?”

“SO I CAN KNOW WHAT WENT WRONG!!  I thought I was doing everything right!  I thought that you could handle yourself and protect me and Bean and then things went south so fast and all I remember is waking up and the flutter is gone!  And I keep pinching and prodding and wishing…”  You rub your stomach like a magic lamp.  “...praying that it’s all a dream and that he’s still here inside of me.”

“He?”  T’Challa questions.  

You close your eyes and walk past him slowly, cancelling out the natural noise around you.  “So beautiful.  Your eyes.  A complexion so beautiful and deep, like their skin drinks sunshine.  Hair still loose, not yet curling.  Chubby, fussy, but happy…”

When you open your eyes you stop in your tracks.  The way the wind blew against your skin, the temperature of the air.  The sun had risen in just the right spot in the sky, making you squint and hide your face before you feel your emotions crash from inside, hurling yourself to your knees.

T’Challa catches your arm, willing you to stand.  “(Y/N)!  Are you in pain?  What is going on?”

You gulp between sobs and somehow manage words in the midst.  “This…..dream...here...”  

“I’ll take you to the hospital ward.  You are not making sense.”  T’Challa says.

“I won’t go!  You don’t care, you don’t understand!”  You tear at the sweet grass around you before rising up, swallowing your breakdown like a horse pill.  He doesn’t understand, he won’t.  Not now.  “I’m going to Shuri now.  Do not follow me, I am serious as hell about that T’Challa.  Don’t!”  You point at him.  You can't dwell on the hurt on his face as he stood completely gutted of power by you.  But you weren’t on the same page with T’Challa anymore.  He is treating you like a child at every turn like he is trying to keep you from knowing Santa isn’t real and you were sick of it.  You need a break, and surely Shuri would be the best option.

As you approach her lab, Shuri meets you at the entrance with a concerned look.  “Hey how are you?  Did something happen?”

You sigh.  “Kind of.”

Shuri walks you in.  “Well first let’s get some business taken care of.  Here is your personal kimoyo device to stay in communication with us.  Don’t want to lose you, Wakanda can be a bit of a sensory overload at times.”  Shuri walks you up to a table with a silver looking necklace with a simple looking flat teardrop pendant decorated with Wakandan markings in a raised middle section in its center.

You admire it as Shuri hands it to you to put on.  “This is so beautiful!  How is this not in circulation anymore?”  

Shuri shrugs.  “A little too expensive to reproduce in mass, somewhat impractical, especially for more active members of society. My mother loved it so much, I had to unplug the thing to her to finally give it up.”

“I can understand it.  Thanks, I won’t take it off, no doubt.”  You was, caressing the heavy cold metal on your chest.  

A moment of silence passed between you.  Looking around the magic that is her lab, places you in a state of awe.

“Shuri, I don’t know if I told you but your lab has to be the coolest thing I have seen in this country since I’ve been here.”

Shuri twists he lean body with elated humility.  “Aw, why thank you (Y/N).  The renovations are all mine.  I want to work efficiently but not without style, you know?  The vibranium mines are highlighted in the walls instead of hidden and fleshed out.  Kind of like an ode to what stabilizes us.  What we have been blessed with to be able to succeed.”

You look out of a window that shows the train of vibranium passing newly mined material from one end to another.  Advancements you never seen in America is right here under your feet in the motherland.

“What could’ve been…I’ve fallen so much in love with the people here, the culture.  I know I haven’t been available to really enjoy it but-”

You hear Shuri’s tongue clicking as she comes up beside you.  “Don't beat yourself up about that.  You came here on an unfortunate circumstance but you are welcome to stay for as long as you care to.  You have been a light in my brother’s life and if I can say you are cool, that is a compliment worth something around here.  T’Challa hasn’t even earned that yet.”

You make a small smile.  “He’s cool to me.”

Shuri smirks at you before saying, “So, do you mind me asking why your little eyes are so red and puffy?  Unless you have very active allergies that flare in the moments between my call and now, which we do have remedies for that are literally 100% effective.”

“For real?  I mean, I do have allergies but, I won’t lie that’s not why I’m red eyed.”  You sigh heavily as the words get stuck in your throat.

Shuri puts a hand on your arm.  “You can talk to me.  I won’t hinder you with any biases or opinions.  You’ve been through a lot already, the worst is over.  Now’s the time for healing, right?”

Her words are soft in nature but break you instantly.  You crumble like a toddler skinning their knee on the pavement as Shuri, a girl about half your age takes you in her arms like a mother who knows.  You sob against her as you try and deliver your feelings as clearly as you can while she affirms you gently.  Her kindness is overwhelming and insight unmatched as you finally feel your sadness and concern and anger and frustration spill out in waves.

“Ok...ok...shhh.”  Shuri gives you gentle pats on your back.  “Let’s sit down here for a second, eh?”

She takes you to a more private nook in her lab for you to sit, handing you a handkerchief.

“I don’t know where that came from, I’m sorry.”  You sniffle.

Shuri looks you over with pity.  “I have a feeling.  You know the weeks you have had here?  It’s crazy for anyone to go through.”

You sober up a bit to take in what she is saying.  “Weeks, you say?”

Shuri looks down at her lap.  “You suffered a lot.  Some of what we had to do was put you into an induced coma of sorts.  The miscarriage was well before that though, which is why we put you under.  To dull the breakdown as much as possible.”

You sputter.  “Bu-but what about my-my life?   I can’t be just anywhere for weeks without no one knowing!  My job, I’m fired!”

Shuri raises her hands.  “We took care of that.  You will have employment when you return.  We made sure your apartment is secure as well.”

You squeeze and knead your temples.  “This is completely nuts.  I’ve lost...how many weeks exactly?”

“About 2 ½.  Did T’Challa not-”

You hold a hand up.  “Don’t get me started on that.  He is so damn...secretive.  About everything!  He keeps telling me no like it’s for my benefit but-”

“Oh my dear, how are you?”   Queen Mother Ramonda says coming around to join you both out of nowhere.  

“Hello mother!  It is so good to have you here!”  Shuri says jovially.

“I came as soon as I heard.”  She says, having a royal flourish of a seat and placing a hand in yours.

You feel even better with Queen Mother’s energy beside you.  “Did T’Challa speak with you about me being here?”  You ask.

“No!  Shuri did. Just a couple minutes ago.”  She says with a smile.

You look at Shuri and feel slightly embarrassed.  Shuri shrugs at you.  “I apologize, but soon as you collapsed into my arms weeping, I knew I was out of my element and needed back up.”

“My daughter is beyond her years in intelligence, but she knows when to call for mother still.”  Queen Mother says with a prideful smile.  “Tell me, are you well?”

You look down at your lap, biting back your lip as you refuse to speak.  The strain in your throat threatened your speech pattern anyhow and you were tired of talking like a drowning muppet.

Queen Mother’s hand clutches your chin, raising your face gently.  She looks into your eyes with a concerned expression, searching your face for clues that you don’t speak of as you admire her ageless complexion.

“You are broken, my child, I know.  This all happened too fast, but you are in love with my son and I feel that.  From him and you.  But you are not conveying the whole truth.”

You move your face from her hand with a tight jaw.  It’s painful for you to be seen so transparently.

She nods.  “Ah, and he is not either still, I assume?  You are either very good at body language, or very bad at a poker face.”

Shuri snorts but straightens up as her mother’s gaze makes her.  

“I don’t want to keep going over the same things in my head.  But I can’t get past it.”  You sigh.

“Well it over an accumulation of days ago!  For you it was like yesterday, of course you can not move past it!”  Queen Mother exclaims.

You slap your leg.  “Thank you!  It’s just hard to think I’m right when T’Challa keeps asking me have I eaten or if I want to do stuff, but soon as I ask about what has happened, anything related to that, he goes shuts down on me.  I don’t know why he won’t talk to me about it.”

She nods.  “And you should not have to beg him for that information.”  She pauses.  “I would not take his checking in on you in offense, he does want the best for you overall.  And he knows your pain.  It was his first too.”

Your heart skips at this notion.  You and T’Challa seems to be on two entirely different planets now, it seemed more foreign to remember you both shared an experience, but your coping mechanisms refuse to blend.  “I know, and I appreciate it.”

“However, he will need to be more open or you will never have this loose end fastened in your memory.  You will resent him.  He may not be ready to look back but he needs to know that you are serious.  I would recommend you not retreating.  If there is anything additional you want insight on, we could help you to know it.”

“No, that’s ok.  I’ll see how far I can get with him.  Thanks you guys, I think I’ll go.”  You stand a little too quickly and feel a sharp squeeze in your abdomen.

“Be careful!  You still have a lot of healing to do.”  

You nod.  “Most definitely…Queen Mother?  I want to tell you something I haven’t told T’Challa.”

Her eyes widen but appears eager.  “Go on.”

“I saw Bean...um I mean the baby.”

“How?!”  Shuri exclaims.  “It would not have developed discernible features for another two weeks.”

“It wasn’t in real life!  But in some sort of vision.  It had to have been when I was knocked out, but...he was so beautiful.  And healthy.  And ours.”  You smile weakly in the place of peace you enjoyed then, Queen Mother bowing her head and clasping her hands.  “But I can’t tell him that.”

“Why not?  It is your truth, and if it causes you pain, he would surely know of it too.  You must share it with him as you have us.”

You shake your head.  “He won’t get it.  Maybe call Shuri for doctors to evaluate my brain even.  He hasn’t even mentioned Bean since all of this.  How could he avoid it?”

“That is how he operates.  For example he does not speak of half the shames I have put him through with test driving the new technology I work up.  Thank Bast for healing or he would be a puddle of jelly by now.  He would never tell you that though.  He keeps a strong face.”  Shuri grabs your shoulder.  “But he has a good heart.  You stole his so easily, I know you can work your magic to freeze him again.”

You give them both a hug and thank them before getting ready to leave.

Shuri stops you for one more thing.  “Before you go, I know you will need some more of these, just let me know if you ever want to try our brand.  It will last ages longer than those, but they take some getting use to,” handing you a box of sanitary napkins.  

“Thanks.”  You tap the box anxiously, not moving from your spot as something inside urges you to speak up. “Before I go, I wondered if you all could answer one question for me.  Maybe two…”

--

Back at your spot with T’Challa, you walk in and see him sitting on the couch, staring towards the outside scenery of the open balcony.  

You make your way to lean over the back of the couch.  “Hey.”

He looks back nonchalantly.  “Good to see you are back.”

“You didn’t call me at all while I was gone.  I’m surprised.”  You say walking around to sit on the couch, a couple cushions away.

He shrugs.  “I know you are in good hands.  I also do not want to treat you like a child, uhmle.”

“You don’t.  I know you’re just being protective and caring.”

“I am learning to build my trust in you as well.  We have some growing to do there, and I accept my responsibility in that front,:

“Hm.”

“What do you mean by that, ‘hm’”  He asks.

“I think it’s good to have that trust between us.  I’m so happy that you’re finding growth within yourself to find it in me but...my process isn’t the same as yours.”

“That’s fine!”

“Is it?  So far we haven’t been on the same wave and it doesn’t seem ok.  I’m short with you, you’re impatient with me.  Communication breaks down all around and then…”

T’Challa reaches towards you.  “That is just what a relationship is about.  We learn about each other’s language and what works.  It’s not always easy.”

“It’s not always easy but I could’ve made it easier by not jumping in to stop things I couldn’t.  And you could have if you had let me know the full story of who you are!”  

Your voice echoes off the walls causing a lull in the conversation.  T’Challa starts again in a low calm tone.

“I accept my part in this.  And I’m even open to speak about what happened, fully.  But I won’t let you blame yourself.”

“Oh?  Well don’t worry I’m doing plenty for the both of us.”

“Why are you being this way?  You didn’t ask for Erik to find you, or for your friend to turn on you.  None of this was in your control!”

“But I didn’t have to enter his room when no one was around!  I didn’t have to  sympathize for Tavia when my chance to take her out was there.  I didn’t have to recommend you fight Erik or interfere with the fight and lose my son’s life!”

T’Challa looks to you confused.  “You knew what Bean was?”

You laugh uncontrollable.  “Wow!  You remembered him!  This is the first time I’ve heard you mention him since I lost the flutter in my stomach T’Challa, I hope you know.”

He starts to retreat, but turns to you again.  “Do not do that.”

“Do what!  State the obvious?  You’ve completely forgotten him, all you talk about is me.  But when I’m sitting in my own skin all I can think about is what could’ve been with you and with him.”

“How could I forget either of you in a matter of days!  I watched you in a comatose state as we tried to save you and Bean before it was certain it was too late.  You weren’t with me physically, but I held your hand, nursed you as best I could until I was dragged away to heal my own wounds and get some rest.  As much as I loved Bean, I could not bear to lose you in the process.  So no, there is not a second Bean leaves my memory because they...HE...is so attached to YOU.  I didn’t want to lose you but all of this has made me lose some of you already.  I can’t imagine heaven with the two of you because I was in hell.”

You stand there in shock, your aggressiveness breaking under his candidness.  “T’Challa...our walk today made me remember him.  I saw him when I was out, in the coma.  When I was out, we lived a whole life with our baby, it was so sweet and free….it is too jarring to wake up from that to be in pain with nothing to show for it but the constant bloody reminder of what was.  I don’t know how I’ll recover T’Challa, I truly don’t.”

He hugs you tightly.  You allow yourself to enjoy his embrace, let him protect you from yourself.  “I don’t mean to hurt you by not talking about our Bean.  I know how much you were connected to him for the short time he was growing in you.  I was excited ever since the announcement was made.”

“Yeah?”  You sniffle.

“Of course, are you kidding?  Uhmle, I am in love with you, and that will not change.  Any part of you is precious to me.  And the fact that we made a life, unplanned as it may have been, it was ours.  And I’ll speak for myself when I say I am devoted.  I have a strong feeling though that you feel the same.”

“I...I do.  I feel myself loving you with every kindness you show me.  When we met, I thought it was infatuation because I hadn’t had luck with dating and felt a bit insecure about my appearance and who I am.  But I learned more about what makes me a...good person.”

“You can say it.”

“What?”

“...bad bitch.”

“Uh!”  You smack his arm in protest, laughing for the first time in a while.

T’Challa holds you close to him.  “Can you call my name?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You haven’t called me by my name in I don’t know how long.  It’s quirky but it’s yours for me.  I’d feel better to hear it.”

You furrow your brow with confusion.  “I’m not sure what you mean, but maybe we can figure it out with some music for us to...ChaCha to.”

You both laugh as he snaps his fingers to play The Internet’s ‘Shadow Dance’.

“Ohhh, my song!”  You say as Syd’s vocals circle around you two.  T’Challa takes his hand in yours, while his other finds your waist to begin a sway.  You rest against his shoulder, feeling his heartbeat in your ear, steady and strong.  Your mind is eased into the moments of sweet bliss you both shared: first date, first kiss, first...and through it all he still knows what makes you swoon.  He’s so perfect to you, and you are perfect to him.

“I remember Tavia being into this song as well.”

You and T’Challa continue to sway, he kisses your forehead gently.

“She wasn’t as big a fan of them as me, but this song got to her.”

T’Challa gently drops his hands from your body and takes a step back.  You cross your arms in front of yourself feeling anxious but brave.

“What are you saying?”  T’Challa says with a suspicious squint.  

You shrug, snapping your fingers to shut the music off.  

He shakes a finger at you.  “It is never nothing, you are going around it.  Tell me straight out.”

You pace around, in a lioness kind of way, inspecting your prey.  “For how long I have been here and for what has happened I feel like you know what I am asking for.”

“You don’t get what you don’t ask for.”  T’Challa seethes.

“However you know exactly-”

“DON’T TELL ME WHAT I KNOW!”  T’Challa yells.  You practically jump out of your skin, backing away from his offending volume.  His body didn’t strain or shake to let out his anger in his tone but just as quickly as it expelled, he reeled it back in.

“I am...I apologize for my outburst.”

You scoff.  “You think that scared me?  Try a gun in my mouth next time, that might get you somewhere.”

“(Y/N), it is not like I want to hurt you!  But you will not be around those people while I have you under my care.”

“Oh?  Your care?”

“Don’t go there again!”  T’Challa demands.

“I have!  This whole damn time I have!  I told you over and over again to stop treating me like damaged goods, treat me like you love me!  And I told you what I need but you won’t listen!”

“I have….and I’m telling you no.”

You blink a couple times incredulously.  “No?  Like just....no?  My friend is alive and here and I want to see her and how she is, but you’re saying no?”

“She is not your friend!”

“She is the only person I know here!”  You yell out.

T’Challa’s mouth hangs open.  “Don’t you...know me?”

Your mind goes a thousand miles a minute thinking of all the ways you could read him down, give him his rights, and set him on fire for a Viking funeral.  How dare he, how could he be so oblivious.

“You never let me.  I will see her, whether you like it or not.  I’m going to bed, I don’t want to discuss this no more.”  

As you walk away across the living room and to the corridor leading to the master bedroom, T’Challa calls out.

“You will not see her.  I’ve already put in word to anyone who knows that they be uncooperative with information regarding her whereabouts or you visiting.  She is a prisoner of Wakanda, a terrorist.  She is the reason we do not have Bean.  I will not move on this, understand?”

You don’t turn around.  His voice reverberates along the walls of the corridor you stand still in, amplifying his role of playing God over your decisions here in Wakanda.  You had enough: enough of him and enough of this place.

As you lay in bed you feel his weight on the other side of it and roll your eyes instinctively.  Of course the King can’t sleep on the couch in his humble abode.  He doesn’t dare reach out to touch you however.  The chilly shoulder you give him for the remainder of the evening is clue enough that he ought not try it.  He probably thinks this will all blow over in the morning, and if he does?  You’d be on the first heliplane back to America quicker than he can put on his catsuit.

T’Challa snores gently into the night and you can’t sleep.  The bed is overly comfortable but your body won’t let you enjoy it’s luxury, so you fling the covers off to get up, putting on your shoes.

“Where are you going?”  T’Challa asks in  a groggy voice.

You finish up with your shoes, putting on a robe.  “I am out of feminine napkins thingies, so I’m going to get some from one of Shuri’s assistants.”

He begins to sit up, scratching his bare chest.  “I could get them for you, save your steps.”

“It’s ok, they are already expecting me and I’m wide awake.  You need to rest yourself, go back to sleep.”

T’Challa rolls over and does just that.  First time you all agreed on something this entire time.

You walk over to Shuri’s lab and see Shuri and Okoye and Ayo standing in the middle of the floor, all turning at once when you step in.

“Does he know?”  Shuri asks.

You shake your head.  “Sleep like a baby and known the wiser.”

Okoye nods.  “Good.  Just remember, this is no more than a ten minute outing.  You will be timed and escorted out at once.  Clear?”

You nod your head.  “As a deer in headlights.”

Okoye gives some instruction to Ayo in Xhosa as Shuri wishes you luck with a hug.  The three of you begin a journey down past the ground floor, to the underground.  Deep within the mountain in which you have been staying in is the mines where all the raw vibranium is kept.  

Approaching the main deck, many folks of the Mining Tribe walk past you all, covered in soot and glowing blue flakes on their protective garments.

“They all work in the mines?”  You ask out loud.

“These are maintenance people.  We have automatic machines that mine the vibranium for us, but the machines need upkeep.”  Ayo responds.  “The prisoner would be part of the clean up crew for them: organizing spare parts and recycling broken ones.”

They lead you to a door, swiping an object at a sensor near the knob to open it.  A person sits inside greeting them.  

“Please dismiss the prisoner for us to interrogate.  We won’t be long,”  Okoye commands.  The person in the booth, pushes some buttons and talks into a mic.

“Prisoner Tavia Reed, report to holding quarters.”  

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How blind I was

This is for @lifelovelaughangell123  ‘s “high school musical spn challenge”

I had the line  39 “he’s gonna figure out the right thing to do”

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Words count: nearly 3600

Warnings: I don’t know... swearing and injuries, mention of dead people, nightmares, e.c.t. All the nice things found in the supernatural world. 

And if it needs a warning: it's my first time writing and I had no beta reader so all the little faults are mine and if you find any, please just ignore them.

Disclaimer: nothing of Supernatural is mine and I don’t make any money with it. Just having fun with it

Since two and a half hours I drove now trough that big creepy forest that surrounds the small one-horse-town in which I had to be since yesterday evening, after getting a very low-quality phone call from my good old friend Sam Winchester asking me for "a little" favor. He and his brother Dean needed help on a hunt. I rarely understood the town's name where they currently stayed and after a few "What? what di.. ..ou s..y?" s when he tried to explain their case, I decided to just go and help out. I was only a few hours drive away and had no case myself at the time. Besides, it wasn't the first time I helped them. Honestly, sometimes it helps to have tits. The road through the forest was narrow but not in a too bad condition, but that didn't help at all to ease my trip. The mist in the early mornings made it nearly impossible to see anything further than the windscreen of the car. So I was more guessing than seeing where the street is. And the fact that I know what creatures can hide in the dark foggy forest didn't let me feel any safer. Yes, I am a hunter and guess what I still do not like to be in dark forests. especially at night. and when they're covered in fog. So when, with the rising sun, the town finally appears between the trees, I breathed in relief and speed up a little bit thanks to the now lifting fog. I check the name of the Motel Sam texted me and see to my surprise that I have a perfectly fine signal. As I pull in the parking lot I wonder for my self if all these run down motels did only survive because of all the hunters operating in the shadows of the community trying to save the world, risking and losing their life without the majority even knowing about them. Kinda like the M.I.B. I swing the door of the room open, who was like the exterior of the building built and decorated in the late 70s and never changed or renovated since because grand- grand mom liked it that way. A smell like old wet socks and towels which took a nice hot long soaking bath together in a pool filled with used condoms and cigarettes waved directly into my nose. "NOPE!" I harshly close the door again. //I definitely NOT gonna spend one second in that room// "you shouldn't. Not even Dean and Sam were taking that room. and they're not exactly picky when it comes to the choosing of a sleeping place." I turn around when I hear the low voice of the angel who stole my heart many moons ago.h Of course, no one on the team knows about that. I even managed to keep my thoughts away from him if he's around. And acted like a more or less grown-up person. It's after all only a little crush. And it's not like it grows for almost 2 and a half year. It happened slowly. I blamed it on the circumstances of our first meeting. He made his appearance into my life by actually save it from a nasty vamp. After a few nice night talks we had, (because like most in that business my time in dreamland is normally not pleasant. So I try to avoid it or knock me out.) I got scared by how deep in I was already. How much I could relax and open myself to someone. Even if I consider all of them family, not once have I ever spoken to Sam or Dean about the exact way my blood family died. Only with Castiel, I did. Ok, I was drunk as a lord after the last hunt with the infamous trio, but I told him under tears and hiccups how it happened. But for the first time in my life, I spoke about it and of what I can remember it felt really good. Next, I tried to blame his vessel. Why must it be such a good looking one? Special that /your favorite body of Castiel/ of it. His casual nearly submissive, kind being that changes in a split second into the warrior of the lord he is. The way he's sometimes just staring at one with that hypnotic blue eyes (the bluest blue on earth, heaven and hell I am sure of that). I get lost so deep in them happily every time I look at them. And his lips. when they move like they do now, how...// shiiit. He speaks to me. Fokus y/n Fokus!// ".. and she didn't hear a word you just said, Cas. Hy Kiddo" Dean walked around Castiel to greet me with a bearhug. "where were you now?" "..furniture? I.. I.." I tried to get my self together without getting the guilty as hell look. " I just wondered if all the Motels are getting their furniture from the same place. it seems to be all over the same. and it's always ugly." Now the sweet innocent eyes aaaand he smiles, ruffle my hair like he always does and walks past me direction his and Sams room. I turn back to Castiel to ask what he told me before Dean came by. His bewildered face lets me realize that I was not only rude towards him with not listening but I forgot for that second that he is able... "...to read your mind. Yes." My mouth open and close like a fish and my skin color is changing to 'i wanna die right here, right now' red. where are all these monsters who wanna always kill us now? Cas looks at me with his innocent tilted head and I guess his waiting for me to say or do something. "Igonnagetmeanotherroom" I rip the key out of the door, grab my bag and flee to the reception. //I better gonna get me another room in another motel. or even better on another continent. Yep. Or I go ask the guys for a shovel so I can go and dig my grave. If it starts like that I gonna end up shooting myself just to escape from an awkward situation // After I got me a new, and more or less clean, room I go to the guys to finally find out what we gonna hunt. Sam opens the door and pulls me in the room with the same kind of bearhug his brother did he then hold me on arm length. "What took you so long shorty? I nearly called the cops to search you" "I had a flat tire." while he and the reason why my eyes are glued to the floor are just raising an eyebrow, Dean shouts for the bathroom  "and it took you 6 hours to fix it?" He walks in the room with his F.B.I. suite, take one Look at my turn to Sam with a devilish grin and hold his hand out." you owe me 20 bugs. She took at least two wrong turns." I stand between them finally looking up to protest. I really had a flat. but it took me like 20 min to change it.  and I went only once right instead of left. but even with the wrong turn I took, I still could have made it bevor midnight. Why was I only here in the mornings? Forest. At Night. I sat in my fucking car and tried to get myself to press the petrol instead of the breaks I was pressing like I wanted to push my foot through the car at the beginning of my nemesis. If someone would have passed me there they would be for sure concerned seeing me in my car screaming at myself to stop my shit and get it the fuck together. I was turning my car and drove several miles back and tried it again. long story short, it was first after like two hours I was able to drive trough. I maybe need a new steering wheel but I made it. no need for them to know. after all, till now we only hunted urban together. I realize I spaced out again and were now staring at Cas. I really need to work on that. "How you keep yourself alive with what we do; I think not even God knows. But I see we have you back now. so how much experience do you have with wendigos?" Dean asks while he was putting on his blazer ready to go and play agent I think. Sam goes to sit at the table and opens his Laptop to show me what they had till now. "I had till now one. And avoid them since." My voice is trembling and my hands start to sweat. I showed the pictures that want to show up in my mind far to the back of it.   "you think you can handle one, y/n?" the older Winchester brother asks with worrying in his tone seeing me getting paler and paler. "Yes... Yes of course. I mean what could probably go wrong when I`m together with you guys?" Apparently... A lot. Not only are Sam, Dean and I hanging around (literally) in a Wendigos cave since midnight; now I had to give them the whole story of my family getting wiped out by a wendigo when I was a teenager. Because even if I grow up in a hunter family, the fear paralyzed me the moment I heard the screaming of the creature. And since I should have been the boys back up and failed completely at it it is my fault we are gonna end up as the savings for harder days of a Wendigo and I owe them more than an explanation why I couldn't do my fucking job. " and that's why avoid forests. and wendigos. And that's as well the reason why I was only yesterday morning at you guys." I hang my head in shame. It's quiet. Except for the dripping of water from the walls and the blood of the other two victims of which the wendigo already had taken a bite or two. why are they not saying anything? Are they unconscious? "You know y/n, that was a real dick move. If we would have known that before we would never have ask you for help in that case. Everyone is afraid of something. that is only human, man. But to keep such important pieces of information to yourself is a fucking stupid way to end your life and the ones of the people around you. And if we hadn't Cas to get our asses out I would really kick yours. Ok, I still gonna kick it. To teach you a lesson. " Dean finally answers weakly. "And the drinks after we're out are gonna be on you."Sam goes on. "Sounds fair to me." And like he was waiting for his signal Castiel make his appearance in the cave. He is, all of a sudden,  standing in front of me. Looking concerned over Dean and Sam to check their condition. While the Guys had some severe injuries (nothing he couldn't fix luckily) from fighting back the Wendigo, I only had a small head wound on my left temple from getting knock out, head first, against a tree. When he "scanned" the Winchester the look in his eyes turned quickly relaxed. Like he is used to seeing them in such a condition. What he probably is. Then his attention turns to me. As soon as he sees the thin blood trail that emerges from my temple all the way down till my knee, remember that whole warrior of the lord thing I was speaking before? Well, that was his gentle look, compared to the expression that I see now. It is there only for a fraction of a split-second but boy oh boy I am sure as hell glad he's on my side. His pupils are nearly non- existing. the normally warm summer day sky blue iris turns in an ice blue that is able to freeze alcohol. then there is guilt. But before somebody can do or say anything he spins around and cut the Wendigo that had sneaked on us in four parts. Like that wasn't enough he kicked the one part of it through the cave. When he's aiming for another body piece Dean brings him back. "Cas! Buddy, he's done! So what about you get us three down here and we fuck off?" and like a light switch the usual Castiel was back. Momentary at least. He cuts our ropes that hang us from the cave top and heals us. Then with a last, for me, not readable look at me, his gone again. The drive back to the motel is filled with, at least for me, uncomfortable silence in the morning sun until Sam turns in his seat. "Ok. whats going on between Cas and you?" "Nothing! Really. I mean I have no idea what you talking about." Shit. It is easier to fool Dean than Sam. "You guys know him longer than me. You tell me whats going on with Castiel." and even if I try my best I can't stop my voice from completely betraying me by getting higher with every damn word.  Deans loud laugh let both, Sam and me, turn our heads towards him to raise an eyebrow when he states that everything finally makes sense. Luckily we're just back at our accommodation. I rush out of the Impala and with a quick "see ya in an hour" I storm to my room and loke the door. "So you say that both of them have a crush on each other but y/n don't know how Cas is feeling?" Sam smiles from his seat back in their Motel room, because for him all your strange behavior when the angel was around now made total sense. Then he frowns "And what are we gonna do about that? I mean obviously, none of them will make a move because shorty is as oblivious as can be, and with Cas being an angel is not gonna make it any easier for them." "yeah 'know what you mean man. But I gonna speak with Cas and I think he's gonna figure out the right thing to do for them and their position. And if not we gonna kick them in the right direction. so easy." Sam raises an eyebrow at Deans "easy" idea. he gets up from the uncomfortable seat to take a shower before they all go for breakfast. He hears Dean "pray" for the angel before he opens the shower. when he comes out Cas is nowhere, but Deans grin tells him all he needs to know. this is gonna be very interesting. "WORST hunt ever!" I scream in my pillow after I let myself fall on the bed. I turn to lay on my back and just stare at that ugly ceiling. My had is empty. But not for long. Soon pictures of how the Winchesters were dragged into the cave flicker in mind. They could have been dead. Because of me. Because of my stupid pride. because of my stupid lies. //, Of course, can I handle a Wendigo Dean. It's not like I still wake up every night screaming and trying to run from the dead empty eyes of my little sister and brother I was supposed to guard that night.// I sit up and wipe the tears away that had made their way over my dirty face. I get up again from the bed to take a nice long hot shower. It is always relaxing for me and it helps to clear the dark clouds in my mind. I mean Den said, when we were at the car, that we're fine and in the end, the goal to kill the wendigo was achieved. Even if it was trough Cas Angelblade and not with the explosion they had in plan. " so actually you even saved us a whole lot of TNT" he joked while loading the boxes with TNT in the boot of his Baby. And just like that for him and his younger brother that conversation was done and over. So let me wash myself and think of something nice. Guess what is the first nice thing my brain presents me, yes Castiel. But not the normal happy Castiel, no, I see his face just before he disappeared into the cave. Was he sad or angry? Or confused? No, I know these expressions of him. And it didn't really feel as if he had negative feelings towards me. More as if he'd like to say something important. and couldn't bring himself to do it. Since the water is starting to get cold, I step out of the shower a little bit relaxed but at the same time quite confused. I open the shower door and nearly slip on the wet bathroom floor. I grab the handle of the door and save my had from another injury, but twist my arm behind my back. "ooww fuck!" I quickly leave the handle and fall on the shoulder I just forced into an unnatural position and that fast.  Forgotten are the Wendigo, Castiel, and the world. Pain is all I know right now. I hear my shoulder who glides back in position as I turn my body to lay on the other shoulder in a fetus position. Stars in front of my eyes. I silently scream out. I swear. and the tears are falling again. Slowly the Pain fades a little bit. I sit slowly up straight against the bathroom door realizing that my towel is still in place. more or less. I know I could simply pray to my crush and puff everything is right again. A knock on the door stops my thoughts. "y/n/n. are you ready for breakfast? I'm starving!" Dean tries to open the door while he speaks. "Y/n? Are you fine?" he's asking now worried because I didn't answer right away. "All fine Dean. Nearly at lest. I just twisted my shoulder a bit. give me a minute." "Are you sure? should I not maybe call..." "NO! No Dean I'm sure." "hehe. Whatever. we're waiting at the car. Hurry or we may let you behind!" Do I really have to tell you that 10 minutes I am still struggling with putting a shirt on? "You are such a stubborn Human y/n" with only my head through the shirt I spin around to grab my gun on the bedstand at the sound of somebody in my room, but stop when I realize it's "only" the last person I wanted to see right now. "Castiel! How many times do I have to tell you not to sneak up on me like that! Owowow"  His with amused sparkling eyes turn worried when he hears my painful hisses. he is at my side in a blink of an eye. "please let me heal you y/n/n." I am surprised by him using my nickname. I mean by him using any Nickname. But the throbbing pain of my shoulder let me quickly forget about that. I nod and close my eyes. I wait to feel his finger on my head but instead both his big warm hands carefully cup my face, tilting it a little upwards and is forehead is leaning against mine. When the pain faints, I shyly open my eyes. I can not only feel the warmth of his hands and his forehead, it's like I get hugged by his whole being. The warm sensation flows through my body. The glowing blue of his eyes the only thing I see. I feel love. the love he is feeling for me. The unconditional pure love that promises never to betray.  It's nearly overwhelming, but for the first time in a long lonely life, I feel completely safe. It's only the two of us. No sounds. no surroundings. I slowly take his hand in mine to free my face and bring a little tiny bit of space between our faces to take in all his features. From his full plumb lips that now curl into a smile to the ocean of love that needs me when I look in his eyes. and I love everything I see exactly like it is now in front of me.  Before I knew what happens he unwinds our hands and pulls me with his one arm around my waist closer to him again. The other is in my hair on my backhead and I give in to the kiss the moment his lips are on mine. there are no words needed. we both but all the love, the desire for each other and the need of closeness in that first kiss // I was so blind// we separate after all the air is out of our lungs. "Yes. I already thought that I was misunderstanding your behavior." //you reading my mind again// he gives me a not so innocent smile " yes and so by the way I can hear your thoughts about me even if I am not around"

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Just a little lie won’t kill ya. (2/6)

Warnings: Language...I think that’s it?

a/n: I do have a specific image in mind for what Alexander and Brock look like in this and if people want to know I can put that together. But seeing as the first chapter only got 6 notes (period) and three of them were from this blog itself, is kind of depressing. Oh, well. Carry on I guess. This is a bit longer than the first, but I’d claim they will all range on the high end-as do most of my things. Okay well, feedback/comments/concerns/ideas are all welcome.

Enjoy! --Admin Red

Chapter 1: Meeting

Chapter 2: The Names

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You woke to a very bad headache. Thinking, guess I didn’t drink enough water when I got home last night.

Thoughts drifting back to the night before, you found yourself smiling in contentment. Hanging out with everyone had been a valuable experience to have. And, having it occur so early into the year could only help as you maneuvered through your classes.

Making your way to your bathroom to prep for the day was easier said than done. In all your drunken wisdom you had flung off your clothes and shoes and the items laid in the way of the unlit path.

But, you survived and despite the initial shock that came from the bathroom light, managed to complete your morning routine without issue.

Luckily, you had just finished getting dressed when your roommate made her appearance.

“(F/N)!!” She screamed again, at just a slightly lower volume than the day prior.

You made a face but were happily surprised that the girl did not just phase through the doorway. “It’s all good, Kit.”

“Oh thank god.” She released, once again ignoring the boundaries of using the door. But, HEY! Progress. “Is that how it is for you all the time?” She asked, making her own visage a particular way turning to eyeball the door.

Laughing, you placed a hand on her small shoulder, “Well, yes. But normal people still use a door.”

She shuddered at the thought and the two of you found yourself laughing uncontrollably.

“Oh!” She jumped. “I almost forgot. Everyone from yesterday wants to get breakfast together, you good with that?”

You nodded in affirmation, “Sure, why not. I can always go for some food.”

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At breakfast you made note of a few things.

First, Tony had sat himself right next to you. Essentially taking your end-of-the-table seat. Okay, fine. You didn’t so much ‘notice’ this as much as had it happen to you. But, semantics.

Then you noticed that Steve Rogers and Brooklyn sat across from Tony and you respectively.

Sitting next to Brooklyn was Alexander, and Brock sat next to him. Both lost in a whispered conversation between themselves.

Rogue sat at the end most opposite Tony and looked like she was very uncomfortable in the position. You stood to go over and offer to switch with her.

“Hey, Rogue.” When Bobby did just that. Leaning over her frame, the Ice King whispered in her ear. She nodded a bit solemnly before making to shift positions.

After Bobby took her place, Rogue moved to sit across from him. Taking a place next to the beautifully accented Wanda. You just couldn’t get over it, really.

Between you and Wanda was Kitty. You saw her make a face when Bobby switched seats with Rogue but refused to believe she’d start up any high school aged drama when you all were so much older than that.

You found it extremely interesting that no one was sitting next to their ‘partners’ from the day prior. Also finding it sort of strange that there was still this divide between the mutants and the humans.

However, your train of thought was short lived as a speedster determined he’d mess with your table this bright and beautiful morning.

The streaking of silver a blue was nearly impossible to miss, but you could not make out the actual figure of the shape causing it.

That is until a bright red, near transparent wall appeared to trap the runner in their tracks.

“Oh! Come’n Wan’s.” The silver haired male cried out. Punching the wall to no avail. “Ya’ can’it take the fun out’ta the morning.”

Hearing him speak more, you realized the male’s accent matched the girl he was addressing. You saw the change in the girl’s attitude and figured this was a personal matter to be dealt with between them.

Grabbing your breakfast items, you said your goodbyes, “Well. It’s been a blast, guys. But, I am gunna go get started on these papers for the Professor.” Nodding once more, you took your leave.

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You had found a nice quiet place to work. Finishing your food, you decided the best course of action for the day was to just finish everything as soon as possible, turn it in and then enjoy the rest of your birthday.

It was just a hair’s breath away, but you caught yourself from laughing out loud and disturbing the peaceful environment around you. It was so serene, you didn’t want to move a single grass stalk.

Pulling out your laptop and writing out everything that had happened was the easy part. What took you almost an hour to do, was make the story seem like a paper written by the college intellectual you were. You had just finished skimming over the completed document when a pair of voices reached your ears.

“We can’t just walk up to her like this.”

“Well, why not? It’s not like we’re strangers or anything. And, we have a purpose for doing so. Right?”

You noticed right away that the individuals were Brock and Alexander. So, you put your laptop down, and stood to greet them. “Hello, boys.”

“SHI--!” Brock jerked, “I mean, hi (Y/N).”

Something felt a little off to you, but you threw it to him being nervous or something. “What’s up, Brock?” You smiled encouragingly.

“Oh,” He glanced at Alexander, who just shook his head.

Smiling, he took the lead in answering your question. “Brock forgot the name of the place you took him to yesterday. And, what he ordered.” Softly laughing, he continued, “And, what you did after the shooting range.”

The shock on your face was prominent.

“Truthfully he also forgot the shooting range, but since I saw him there for that, and we were altogether for the end we can fill in those blanks by ourselves.” Alexander added with another grin.

“Wait.” Holding your hands up, you looked at the pair of men in disbelief. “Do you not remember yesterday at all?”

Glancing at Alexander again, Brock just shrugged his shoulders.

“Fuck!” Exclaiming louder than necessary, you picked up your device and balanced it on one knee. “Okay so here. This isn’t my actual paper, but I made a sort of timeline with some of my own highlights before I wrote everything properly. I’ll email it to you, so you can do what you need to. How did you drink so much? Never mind. Don’t answer that. I need plausible deniability. Holy shitake mushrooms. I feel so sorry for agreeing to that boat ride now.”

You kept rambling as you pulled up the document and drafted the email out, completely oblivious to the rolling of eyes that Brock sent Alexander at your comments.

“Okay, there.” You sighed, closing the electronic device and returning to a position with both feet on the ground. “You should have it in your mailbox.”

“Thank you, (Y/N).” Alexander smiled to you, “You’ve been a great help.”

You blushed at the dripping sincerity of his voice and tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “Oh, um, no problem.”

The pair left, but it took a while for you to get back on track with your own work.

After finally finishing your second essay, and checking the time, you noted it was time for lunch. However, due to your breakfast, and just wanting to finish with the Professor’s assignments, you decided to skip lunch.

Making your way towards the main part of campus, you ran into Tony walking with a blonde woman.

“(Y/N)!” He yelled before wrapping you into a tight hug.

The breath pushed out of you was more of a gasp of surprise at the sudden contact than anything else. “Hi, Tony.” You somehow released. The tightness in your tone telling him he was squeezing to tight.

Upon release, you took a few big gulps of air.

“Sorry, sorry.” He breezed easily. “Oh! Pepper! This, this is (Y/N). The mutant I told you about.” He pointed directly at you with an accusatory finger, “I still don’t know what your power is.”

You shrugged around him, and gave an inviting grin to the blonde woman, Pepper. “Hello, Pepper. Lovely to meet you. Tony shared so many wonderful stories of you last night.”

Not missing the beat red that appeared all over her body, you stifled a laugh. It was too funny watching Tony walk up to her with all this confidence just to have his foot smashed underneath her own, and then see him wince and hope around like a seven-year-old.

“Better have been all good things. I practically run this idiot’s life.” She chastised.

You couldn’t hold it back anymore and laughed whole-heartedly. “Of course, of course. I think he actually said those exact words at one point.”

Tony smiled at you, thankfully. Pepper’s demeanor softened, and she kissed the scruffy man’s cheek. “Well, you can’t be to careful with this billionaire.”

“Oh!” you exclaimed, “So you really are James Bond!”

The three of you kept messing around a bit as you made your way towards the Professor’s office.

“You are turning in your papers already?” Pepper asked innocently.

Nodding, you smiled at the girl. “Finished them as quickly as possible so that I could enjoy some free time.” Actually, I just want to see what and where my fucking-names are since I was too stupid to check this morning.

“I wish Tony had that same thought process. But noooo, he wanted to work on his project right after breakfast.” Thrusting her finger into his shoulder, you could tell it was all in good fun.

“Hey. In my defense,” The man retaliated in mock-surrender, “You can’t diminish genius when it strikes.”

Putting on your strongest blank face, you teased him. “You’re right, Tony. Let us know if you ever see a genius have an idea strike.”

Pepper was in hysterics at you comment. Tony had a mock-hurt expression on his face. And, you were just trying to keep the straight face act up.

“Oh, I like her, Tony.” Placing a small hand on your shoulder the blonde smiled at you. “We have to meet up again. You are just too fun.”

Wrapping your arm around her waist you smirked cheekily at the billionaire across from you. “Sorry, Tony. Looks like she’s mine now. Go find your own bad-ass.”

“As much as I would love to see that and trust me I would pay good money to see that,” He smiled and pulled Pepper back into his side, “She’s staying with me until she says otherwise.”

“Nice catch there.” Pepper added. “Bye, (Y/N)!” She waved, pulling them away from you.

Waving back simply, you moved on to your intended goal.

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“What do you mean he can’t stay?” You heard coming through the doorframe.

Pausing in your motions, you unintelligently decided to eavesdrop.

“Well, seeing as what this program entails, and all of Steven’s health issues, we just believe it would be better for him to—” The professor was cut off by something crashing.

The sudden sound made you jump, but you were even more invested now that you knew who was speaking.

Steve Rogers, the Professor, and Brooklyn. All three of them had to be in that room right now. You hadn’t heard Steve’s voice yet. But you knew the professor wouldn’t talk about this particular type of topic without the individual being present.

“Mr.—” He started just to be cut off.

“No! Don’t even try telling me to calm down.” Brooklyn yelled. You imagined a strained face. Mixed emotions between hurt, betrayal, rage, and…loneliness. “You are talking about taking my best friend away.” The snarl sounded with nothing but anger, but you could sense his other feelings just building it up.

“Buck.” Steve’s quiet voice brought him back down. “Stand down.”

And the taller male listened. He must have found his seat because the Professor released a deep sigh. “I realize how you are feeling right now but understand that we are just trying to look out for him.”

“That’s my job.” Brooklyn said.

The swinging of the door startled you, and seeing the short haired brunette stalk out was the least expected reaction you would have had.

You were too busy watching him stomp away to hear what was exchanged between Steve and the Professor afterwards. But when Steve’s voice sounded right next to you, it appeared like that was all the information you’d get on the subject.

“Hello, Steve.” You tried to smile at him.

Nodding in acknowledgment, the small blonde continued past you.

“Miss (Y/N). I presume you have a good reason for eavesdropping just now?” You winced as discretely as possible at being caught and turned around to face judgement.

“Hiiiii Professor. You look great.” You drawled out.

The look he gave you basically said, ‘are you serious right now?’

Shutting the door behind you, you made your way into the room.

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By the time you were released it was nearly three o’clock. But you had more answers than you initially thought you’d receive.

“(Y/N), since I know you already heard, I will explain it again.” The Professor admonished. “Steve is a bright young man, determined, but he lied on his physio forms. He is truly sick. The pressure that the next two years would have on him is unthinkable. Hank doesn’t think he’d survive.” Placing his head in his hands, you could tell that the old man was trying to manage all the possible different outcomes. “I haven’t got everyone into the swing of things yet because I was trying to figure out what to do.”

You sighed and let your head bob up and down, telling him that you could see where he came from. “But Professor. There are scientist working to change things like that. Doctor Erskine, right? He is developing that…” You glanced around the room. “That thing he is working on.”

Chuckling at your mannerisms, the Professor wheeled closer to you. “Yes, but it’s still an experiment. And, who am I to send a child for something like that?”

“I’m sure he’d volunteer, given the chance.” You expressed.

The Professor just nodded silently, moving back to the other side of the table. “Moving on to more…personal business. Guess today is the day, is it not?”

You were thoroughly surprised at how easily the Professor shared the information, and slightly wondered about his reasons behind it.

A tight spark on your shoulder had you recalling that you still did not know what your names were.

Excited, and nervous, you found yourself once again trekking around campus. This time, to your apartment to check out your new marks.

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“SHIT!” You screamed out. In a perfect circle on both your right and left shoulder blades were two names. One of which you already knew.

Hearing your exclamation, Kitty phased into your room, calling for you until you answered from behind the bathroom door.

Thanking everything in the world that she left at least this barrio between you. “I’m fine, Kitty. It’s all good.”

“That didn’t seem like nothing, (Y/N). And,” She said, actually knocking on the door, “You haven’t called me ‘Kitty’ since our first emails to each other.”

Shaking your head, you gave credit where it was due. She’d caught you, might as well fess up then.

Covering the front half of your body, you opened the door and showed her your back. “See anything interesting?”

“Fuck! (Y/N)!” She yelled excitedly, “You got your names?! That is so exciting!!” She immediately halted in her jumping, “Wait! That means!” She gasped and slapped your shoulder.

“Ouch!” You cried, clutching the now sore skin underneath your hand. Attempting to massage the pain away.

She pouted at you but didn’t apologize. “It’s your birthday and you didn’t tell anyone?”

Shrugging your shoulders, you tried to make your way, so you could put on something nicer than a tee-shirt.

But, Kitty wasn’t going to let you off that easily, apparently. “Why?”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed. “Look, Kit. Birthdays and I don’t mix to well. I like just relaxing when I can, and I’ve had friends in the past that try to do something for me, and it never works out the way they, or I for that matter, want them to. So, I let it be.” This attempt you were successful in bypassing your roommate. “Besides. It’s my 23rd and the only new thing about me are the names tattooed on my skin. Which let me tell you,” You huffed out, anger bubbling inside you. “Is. ScReWeD. UP. EVEN. WITH. THAT!” At the last cursed word, you slammed the drawer you’d been shifting through shut. Fed up with it all you through down the garments in you hands and clutched around your waist. “I knew I’d screw this up. Just knew Fate would have another fuck you in store for me.”

The near tears wretched your voice and suddenly you found yourself in your roommate’s embrace. But you didn’t cry. Just held her a little closer for a second before getting back to your original goal.

“So, yea. It’s my birthday.” You said as if nothing had just occurred.

Kitty blinked a few times, trying to figure out what just happened before letting it go as to not cause you any strife. “Anything you want to do for it?”

Finishing the act of pulling on the backless top, your scrunched your nose. “Not really. I mean I really want to try this place down the road that I hear makes excellent bruschetta, but it’s so far off my price range, I’ll be surprised if I get a chance to visit it before I’m retired.”

“Oh, I see. Um” She racked her brain for something. “Oh! What if we just have a movie night? I can invite anyone you want, or even make myself scarce. You said you like relaxing on your birthday, right? What better way to do that?”

Smiling at her, you nodded. “Sure. A movie night sounds fun. But are you sure? I mean, we did agree early on that we’d both give prior notice to people coming over.”

“Posh!” She grinned. “Just leave it to me.”

“Kit.” You said accusingly, “I don’t want a party.”

“mhmm”

“Kit.”

…

“Kit!”

…

“Kitty!”

But she was gone, who could even tell if she heard you.

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Alexander Pierce and Brock Rumlow had just turned in their individual assignments and were headed away from the Professor when Brock felt his head lurching forward from a sudden impact.

“Dude?!”

“You are a fucking idiotic piece of trash, Rumlow.” Pierce teethed. “It’s her goddamn birthday, and you didn’t think ‘oh well it might be pertinent that I share this piece’ of VAL-FUCKING-ABLE INFORMATION!”

Brock shook his head in disbelief, “The story was that I forgot everything from the day prior, how did you expect me to say I remembered something like that? Hm? Exactly.”

“So, fucking stupid. That was the story to her! To her! Not to me.” Taking a few steps further ahead, the dirty blonde continued his verbal assault. “How Hydra could hire someone so stupid is beyond me.”

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You heard someone loudly pounding at the door to the apartment, while at the same time the buzzer from the intercom started going off. Glaring at a smiling Kitty in the kitchen, you went to open the door.

“Get in bitches, we’re going to eat.” Tony smirked. The droopy flower sticking from between his teeth making you laugh at his antics.

“First, I am so glad,” you whipped out your phone and snapped a picture, “that I caught that to look back on always. Second, I think you messed up that quote.” You thought aloud, utilizing your own smirk. “And, thirdly, hang on. This buzzer has got to be stopped and obviously MY ROOMMATE is UNHELPFUL in this department!”

“Not sorry!” You heard in return.

Looking at the intercom’s camera you felt a smile on your face. “Hello Alexander, Brock. What are you too up to?”

“Hi (Y/N).” Alexander smiled into the camera.

Brock did a little wave in greeting, “Sorry about earlier. Some things came back, and I cannot believe I forgot it was your birthday. Do you have plans? What am I saying, of course you have plans. Sorry, we just came to say happy birthday.”

“Oh.” You were shocked, completely having forgotten telling him at all. “Well actually—”

You’d started just for Tony freaking Stark to cut in. “We are going out to eat. All of us. My treat. Bring a friend. Or two. I just bought the place so, who cares.” Placing his chin on your shoulder he gave you a pair of the biggest puppy dogs eyes you’d seen in a while. “Come on (Y/N). You need to join us. Kit-Kat here is all for it.”

And, not to your surprise, suddenly Kitty was standing next to you. Flushing at the nickname she hadn’t been called in a minute. “Well, what are we waiting for?” She asked.

Glaring in her direction, you decided that dinner wouldn’t hurt. You’d skipped lunch after all. “Fine. Fine. But, I’m warning you!” Giving them both a particular look, “Nothing crazy.”

They hummed in response, and you couldn’t help but sigh in resignation. You buzzed back down to Alexander and Brock, letting them know that you were going to eat, and they were welcome to join.

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Pulling up to the restaurant you shook Kitty’s entire body. “I literally just told you I wanted to come here.”

She giggled lightly behind her hand and claimed she remembered.

Walking up to the door, you did it again.

“Yes, (Y/N). I know!” She said. “I called Tony and asked if he could sing something. Didn’t know he buy the joint.”

You gawked between the pair. “No way. Seriously?”

Tony just smirked at you before opening the doors. “Welcome!”

Stepping in, you were ready to be met with a hostess. You were not prepared for the sudden shout of ‘Surprise!’ that reached your ears.

By some fortunate roll of the dice, Wanda and silver-hair had been the closest to you, sensed the immediate shifting in your figure, and the pair were able to both relocate you to somewhere private and put you in a make-shift bubble.

Steadying your breath, you waved for Wanda to release the red mist around you. Thanking them with a simple nod as you calmed down on the roof.

“Kitty did say you’d be frightened. Guess t’is good we planned ahead.” The male smirked triumphantly.

Wanda elbowed him before approaching carefully. “(Y/N), are y’okay?”

Standing straight you gave her a tight smile. “I’m good, Wanda. Thank you. I’m just not happy with Kit for this. But it’s fine.” You waved. “Fine, it’s fine. I’ll get her back.”

“Oh, yes. May I help?” Silver-hair asked, suddenly beside you like he’d been there all along.

You gave him a side-ways glance and idea formed quickly. “Sure, buddy. (Y/N).” You introduced with a hand stuck out for him to take.

The wide grin directed at you should have been blinding. “Pietro. Wanda’s brother.”

“Well, Wanda’s brother. We will have to meet later to discuss details. For now, I am going to enjoy the fact that Tony is paying for all this tonight and so get me some food. So, if you’ll be so kind as to return be to the fi----------rs----t floor.” By the time you finished speaking, you were trying to steady yourself back where you started.

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It took some time, but Tony and Kitty had kept apologizing to you until you final screamed that you accepted it.

You were really happy that Steve made an appearance. Even more ecstatic to learn that your new friend was in fact asked to participate in Doctor Erskine’s program, and that he could be returning as early as the halfway point of the term. Since the Professor’s college didn’t follow a normal school year, it was broken up by breaks: half way through the terms, the years, and in between the years themselves.

Everyone else had made it as well. Brooklyn was smiling happily. Probably excited to have another night out with his friend. Steve had told you he didn’t tell the brunette. Didn’t want to get his brother’s hopes up in case something went wrong. Wanda and Pietro seemed to get along well with Kitty, Rogue and Bobby. And you couldn’t help but notice that Kitty kept maneuvering around Bobby while trying to stay away from Rogue. It bothered you a little that your roommate seemed to have such an issue with someone you felt you could be really close with.

Tony was with Pepper and some other people in nice business-type suits. Brock was nearby, talking with some others animatedly.

“It seems peaceful like this.” You heard Alexander’s voice before you turned to see him.

Nodding your smile grew, “Yea. As angry as I am at Kit for not respecting my wishes, I think this dinner thing could turn out alright.”

Alexander grinned at you but didn’t say anything else.

Biting your lip, you struggled as to whether you should ask him the question on your mind.

“It’s okay to ask, just know some questions I’d have to kill you if I answered.” He hoarsely whispered. Arching an eyebrow at him caused him to laugh. “Kidding, kidding. It looked like you wanted to say something, so I was trying to break the ice.”

You nodded along and played with your hands nervously in front of you. “Alexander—”

“Alex” He interrupted. “Please, just Alex.”

“Alex,” you complied, “Do you. What I mean to ask, is who is…fuck, um, you see I have…umm”

“My name on your back?” He smiled.

Eyes wide, you looked deep into his own. Questioning how he knew before you could say anything.

To which the dirty blonde laughed and poked your bare-back. Reminding you of the shirt you donned. “Not that hard to guess when I can see it plain as day.”

You dry chuckled as you tried to think what to say next. It’s not like you had planned on seeing him this soon.

“I’m guessing you didn’t know this morning?” Now his eyebrow was raised at you. You shook your head in the negative. “Right. Well. I guess you’d want to know where your name is on me, or if it even is. Correct?” At your inability to comment in either fashion, he continued, “Well. I had two separate names on my skin, but my…family…decided they didn’t matter and burned over them.” He slightly pulled up his shirt to show you his lower back, and you saw the deep burn scars on both sides of his body. “I was also still unconscious. So, I never even saw the names.” He let go of the shirt, letting it fall back into place and you stood to see him shrug. “But, I did feel something when we met.”

The smile he sent you was outstanding. You thought that it was possible there was just a mistake in the printing. Maybe Alex really was just supposed to be your love-mate after all.

That recollection was just as short lived as many of the others you’d been having throughout the day.

“(Y/N)!” Bobby called to you, the biggest grin on his face. “I have a surprise that I think you’ll actually like.” The comment was sent towards Kitty, and it had an immediate effect.

You scoffed at his antics, “Yea yea. I’ll be right there.” He nodded and waited a bit off. You sent another smile to Alex, squeezed his hand, went to Bobby’s side and wrapped your arm around his. “Alright, Ice King. Take me away.”

He laughed heartily at your snide but continued to lead you towards the doors.

Once through the doorway, he released you with a bow. “My princess.”

“Hardy-har-har, Bob.” You growled. “Hardy-har-har.”

He kept laughing as he returned to the inside of the restaurant.

“Really?” You asked his retreating shadow. “Leaving me out here to die? Alone? On my birthday? Come’on Bobby! At least be original.” You were laughing though. Fully aware that you friend would never put you in harms way, knowingly, and alone like this. There were extenuating circumstances that time!

The heated breath on the back of your neck sent warm chills through your body. “Does meeting your soulmate count towards being original.”

You spun around at the familiarity of the voice. And found yourself locking eyes with the short haired brunette you had eavesdropped on earlier that day. “Brooklyn.” You smiled, knowing that it wasn’t really him name, but knowing that it had to be him with the other name on your back.

“Actually, most people call me Bucky.” He smirked. “Except those that are super into logistics and go by my actual name, James.”

Smiling more you added, “Barnes.”

“Nice to meet you ma’am” He backed up and bowed over his arm, sending you into a fit of giggles. “I was so happy to see my name on your back doll. You have no idea.”

Before you could say or do anything else, someone cleared their throat behind you. Turning around again, you saw Alexander there. With a hurt look on his face.

Suddenly all the prior happiness you’d thought you’d been feeling came crumbling around you. “Yepp! Just like I thought.” You screamed into the sky, causing both men to look at you with worry. “Can’t have even one thing go right, can we Fate? Not one, stupid fucking thing.”

Then you stalked off. Completely ignoring both men who called for you from behind. Later you’d be more than appreciative to Pietro for hearing your outburst and stopping either man from following your form.

#soulmate au #bucky barnes #alexander pierce #reader insert #justalittleliewontkillya #marvel #xmen #professor x #charles xavier #requests #anonymous #brock rumlow #tony stark #kitty #bobby #rogue #pepper potts #wanda maximoff #pietro maximoff #steve rogers #friendship #birthday #soulmarks #lovemate #enemymate #soulmates #alexander x reader #bucky x reader #chapter 2

[acidwaste]

hey so it seems i’ve forgot to do a l o t of tag memes, and i’m lucky i drafted a big bunch of them! lots of questions overlapped so i did my best to answer in different ways, sorry for the lateness! also @ the people that tagged me here, i wouldn't hesitate to kill for you

@natcaptor / @gayspaced

name: leon or lionel!

nicknames: literally the only nickname I’ve been referred to is “big gay” and like. word!

gender: im pretty sure im a guy, i have been kinda 🤔🤔🤔 abt my gender identity since around november-ish though

star sign: sagittarius!

height: 6’1! i’m told that I’m tall but my uncle is 6’7 so...

time: 3:36pm rn! ive been watching video essays and binging music all afternoon

birthday: december 9th!

favourite bands: animal collective, beach house, camp cope, car seat headrest, death grips, fleet foxes, florence + the machine, gang of youths, glass animals, gorillaz, hop along, iceage, idles, kero kero bonito, mgmt, miike snow, modest mouse, run the jewels, superorganism, the avalanches, the cat empire, the go! team, the mountain goats, the wombats, xiu xiu

favourite solo artists: alex lahey, anderson .paak, ariana grande, billie eilish, bjork, cashmere cat, charli xcx, courtney barnett, cupcakke, d.r.a.m, eric taxxon, frank ocean, gfoty, hatchie, janelle monae, jeff rosenstock, joanna newsom, jorja smith, jpegmafia, kacey musgraves, kali uchis, kendrick lamar, khalid, kimbra, lorde, mac demarco, madeon, mick jenkins, mitski, oneohtrix point never, perfume genius, ravyn lenae, rina sawayama, serpentwithfeet, sophie, st. vincent, sza, vince staples

song stuck in my head: caramelo duro | miguel // kali uchis! its a bop, miguel is one of the few singers that can convincingly make sex jams

last movie i watched: deadpool 2! it was even better than the first, which is a feat in itself ngl

when did i create my blog: december 2016??? i only started using it properly in february last year tho

last thing i googled: “im in my mums car broom broom.” dont @ me

do i have any other blogs: yeah, plenty actually!! i have blogs for aesthetic (@moltenstar), general inspo (@wverns), flight rising (@szarising, kinda inactive?), and overwatch (@blackhardts) tbh the vast majority of my ‘sideblogs’ are just saved urls H

do i get asks: when i say stupid shit like “rung has the ass of a dilf but the dick of a cockroach”

why i chose my url: that one panel where kobd have a vacation at the acid wastes because fuck its finally canon babey!

following: 1,767, which is kinda horrifying!!

followers: 890?? somehow??? thats almost One Whole Thousand and i don't even make content

average hours of sleep: around 6 or 7!! n e v e r more though

lucky number: 43 and 64!!

instruments: i'm too poor to afford music lessons or instruments jsbddsjknfs

what am i wearing: a grey shirt and nothing on my bottom half so my [redacted] is hanging tf out, i should put on some damn clothes

dream job:  oooo uhhh, i’m studying to get an education degree rn because i’d love to teach children (around grade 3-4s preferably because i'm too jittery to handle anyone younger and older kids probs won't listen to me as much as i lack plenty of assertiveness), but!! i’d honestly love to be a musician, one of those underground ones that get lots of critical acclaim

dream trip: one day i wanna gather up some friends and just go on a road trip! idm where we go to, as long as we just have fun and just! adventure!

favourite foods: rare steak, mashed potatoes, eggs, and energy shakes made with like. fruit / cheese / yoghurt / oats / chia seeds ! protein is a large part of my diet

nationality: new zealand, but living in australia

favourite song right now: best part | daniel caesar // h.e.r - gosh i need to re-listen to daniel’s album again, i don’t remember this beautiful song being there and that’s a crime

@damndesi / @novarebel / @luciform-philogynist

APPEARANCE - I am 5'7 or taller - I wear glasses - I have at least one tattoo (but I am getting a tā moko in December, I believe) - I have at least one piercing (planning to get a nose ring, like a bull!) - I have blonde hair - I have brown eyes - I have short hair - My abs are at least somewhat defined (b a r e l y) - I have or had braces

PERSONALITY - I love meeting new people - People tell me I am funny - Helping others with their problems is a big priority of mine - I enjoy physical challenges - I enjoy mental challenges - I am playfully rude to people I know - I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it - There is something I would change about my personality

ABILITY - I can sing well - I can play an instrument - I can do over 30 pushups without stopping (barely) - I am a fast runner - I can draw well - I have a good memory - I am good at doing math in my head - I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute - I have beaten at least 2 people arm wrestling - I can make at least 3 recipes from scratch - I know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES - I enjoy sports - I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else - I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else - I have learned a new song in the past week - I exercise at least once a week - I have gone for runs at least once a week in warmer months - I have drawn something in the past month - I enjoy writing - Fandoms are my #1 priority - I do some form of Martial arts

EXPERIENCES - I have had my first kiss - I have had alcohol (tastes like shit) - I have scored a winning point in a sport - I have watched an entire TV series in one sitting - I have been at an overnight event - I have been in a taxi - I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year - I have beaten a video game in one day - I have visited another country - I have been to one of my favorite bands concerts

MY LIFE - I have one person that I consider to be my Best Friend - I live relatively close to my school/work - My parents are still together - I have at least one sibling - I live in the United States - There is snow where I live right now - I have hung out with a friend in the past month - I have a smart phone - I own at least 15 CDs - I share my room with someone

RELATIONSHIPS - I am in a Relationship - I have a crush on a celebrity - I have a crush on someone I know - I’ve been in at least 3 relationships - I have never been in a Relationship - I have admitted my feelings to a crush - I get crushes easily - I have had a crush for over a year - I have been in a relationship for over a year - I have had feelings for a friend

RANDOM - I have break-danced - I know a person named Jamie - I have had a teacher that has a name that is hard to pronounce - I have dyed my hair - I’m listening to a song on repeat right now - I have punched someone in the past week - I know someone who has gone to jail - I have broken a bone (do fractures count?) - I have eaten a waffle today - I know what I want to do in life - I speak at least two languages (not fluently) - I have made a new friend in the past year

@smstransformers

age: 16

birthplace: auckland, nz

current time: 4:19 pm rn!!!

drink you last had: i just skulled half a liter of water whoops

favourite song: jesus etc. | wilco if we're talking abt an all-time favourite

grossest memory: accidentally swallowing a bee when i was seven years old (somehow nothing bad happened?)

horror, yes or no: not unless it’s an incredibly tame horror t b h, my threshold for scariness is very low

in love: i believe so!

jealous of people: lots of times, over really dumb things

love by first sight or should I walk by again: i believe that infatuation can exist at first sight but true love not so much. wish that could happen tho :C

middle name: shane!

siblings: my sister is eight years old, and my brother is seven!

one wish: EZ, make my anxiety disappear, i’d have a much more productive life

song i last sang: jupiter | haiku hands

time i woke up: 7:13, woke up immediately because i usually like to wake at 6:30

underwear colour: blue + purble

vacation destination: auckland / kingston / sydney!

worst habit: not remembering to make my goddamn bed, it looks like garbage

favourite food: mashed potatoes….

zodiac sign: sagittarius !!!

@alyonian

relationship status:

at the moment i’m single! and while being in a relationship sounds brilliant, the last two relationships i was involved in? didn’t work out to say the least, lucky i’m still young

favourite colour:

it’s been emerald green for the longest time but orange seems to be dethroning it at a steady pace

lipstick or chapstick:

i haven’t used chapstick since i was six but i probably should use it again, water is my substitute rn fdghdgh - and i haven’t ever used lipstick in any capacity? so i’d have to go with the former

last song i listened to:

the space traveller’s lullaby | kamasi washington - i’m trying to get through his second album rn (i left off on the second disk yesterday) and while everything he makes is undeniably amazing, it’s? a three hour album? i don’t have the attention span for his spiritual jazz, as great as it is

last movie:

monsters inc is playing on the television right now, i’ll go with that! the animation aged kinda badly but it’s still such a fun movie! sidenote: james p. sullivan? a childhood crush, so this gives me memories

top 3 tv shows/podcasts/comics:

i rarely, if ever, venture into these forms of media but! if i had to answer, i’d say;

unbreakable kimmy schmidt / parks & recreation / luke cage

taz / mbmbam (i havent like. watched a full episode of either but they seem cool,)

tf idw / …………. yeah that’s it, i’ve never read anything else. probably should!

additional favs:

my friends, writing (in theory), listening to video essays, learning music theory + instruments and understanding audio production software

top 3 bands / artists:

HHH okay if i had to limit my choices to just three artists, uh. lorde, the mountain goats, and sophie. i couldnt even fit janelle in i hate th is

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@alyonian

color(s): light colors are always nice and pleasant, though anything peachy and sandy are the best! orange (specially pastel orange) is like. the best thing

last band t-shirt i bought: usually merchandising is very expensive and i dont have the money to accommodate that, but like. i do recall having a wiggles shirt when i was five. i wore it all the time, shjdjgsksd im sure that counts

last band i saw live: i almost went to splendor in the grass last year with family, which wasn't only cool since i’ve never been out of the state since i immigrated - the festival was in queensland, which is around a two hour flight from victoria - but the lineup was pretty fuckin lit too! the xx, haim, peking duk, tash sultana, future islands, vallis alps, a.b original,, i was p excited! unfortunately my uncle fell ill and so they had to give the tickets to extended family :( otherwise, i haven't been to a single concert in my life

last song i listened to: street fighter mas | kamasi washington - up to this song on the album and i really fuckin dig this! also the video is hypnotizing

last movie i watched: monsters inc is about to finish and up next is monsters university! which like…. honestly, this is an extremely unpopular opinion but, i like it just as much as the original? my opinion might be skewed because i’m a monster [hugger], but i like everything abt the movie! except for the finale of the scare games and the last five minutes of the movie, both were just. dreadful.

last three tv shows i watched: if aggretsuko counts that’s the last series i watched of my own volition, which is a miracle in itself considering that’s legit only the second anime i’ve watched to completion (the first being shirokuma cafe, which i probably need to re-watch). otherwise, the last two shows i had beared witness to were thirteen reasons why and queer eye bc my cousin put them on! that first show i could completely do without but queer eye is iconique

last 3 characters i identified with: grimlock (legit. all of them), urdnot grunt (mass effect) and vector the crocodile (sth), i’m not sure what this says about me other than Big

book(s) i’m currently reading: i’m reading ‘maus’ by art spiegelman at the moment, for the third time i believe? i believe my classmates are supposed to be writing an essay on this next term and shit, this novel is heartbreaking, i haven't been this emotional when reading a book than… ever, really. it’s a recommendation of the highest caliber

@victorion

name: leon / lionel, i picked up the second name because i was in a server with an admin that was also a Leon™

nickname: besides ‘Big Gay’ i also have the nickname ‘lemon lion’ which is! nice!!

zodiac sign: archer man

height: Tall™

language(s) spoken: english / some maori + italian

fav fruit: watermelons (only when in season)

fav scent: the smell of a freezer tbh? it just smells Nice i don’t know how to properly explain it

fav season: spring! the breezes are welcoming without being overbearingly freezing

fav color: ornge,,,,

fav animal: SHARKS + CROCS + FERRETS

coffee, tea or hot chocolate: tea! with some milk tho

average hrs of sleep: too little

fav fictional character: One character?????? uhhhhhhh……. like. biggest cc right now is either idw skids or oz from monster prom

no. of blankets you sleep with: depending on my mood but i’d say the average is like, 3??

fav songs: i quickly whipped up some songs i listen to

fav artists: i came to the realization that i like acts that are considered ‘bad’ like maroon 5/drake/lil yachty etc in specific doses… i wouldn't call them good yet, but! i have no beef and thats good

fav books: remember ‘where the wild things are’??? that shit was like. literal childhood, man.. :happytears: i really need to look for a copy again

@thonany-klieme

name: leon / lionel, interchangeable really

gender: male, im probs an nb guy

star sign: sagittarius!

height: 6’1

sexuality: gay??? im not sure, im mostly attracted to other guys but i have had very brief crushes on girls + nb people? sexuality’s confusing so im gonna just latch to the gaybel (gay label) for now

lock screen image: its the album cover of 1992 deluxe by princess nokia, tho it was “T Hanos” a few days ago since i change it often - my home screen is venom but his torso says ‘fuck machine’

ever had a crush on a teacher: no??

where do you see yourself in ten years: ideally i’m teaching kids math n english, realistically i’m probably going down with the political climate

if you could go anywhere, where would you go: new zealand!! or the netherlands

what was your favorite halloween costume: halloween is not big at all where i live, the only time i tried trick or treating was when i was like 7?? i threw a bedsheet on myself and pretended to be a ghost, though since there were no eyeholes + the sheet was blue, it looked more like i was just a moving lump

last kiss: never had one

have you ever been to las vegas: nah and i dont plan to?? how do you handle regular days of 40C wtf

favorite pair of shoes: i have this pair of jandals that ive worn for a fair bit longer than my other pair of shoes, tho i only wear them in summer + very warm nights

favorite book: ngl its. ‘the very hungry caterpillar’ by eric carle. i just, love it alot and i cant explain w h y

#acid.txt #this took a while but :wahoo:

[teacherimagines]

Apocalypse Series Part 6

The two of you spent the day repacking the car. You said that you didn’t want to be in the house anymore. You hated seeing the stain that the man’s blood left on the floor. It was just a constant reminder of what you had done. You had packed in the car your favorite book, and a few other trinkets from home. You also packed a bag of clothes.

Before you left, you put the gun, unloaded, in the back of your pants without T/C/N knowing.

The two of you started driving on the road, to any destination you felt like, and you saw a woman walking on the side of the road.

“Wait. Pull over.” You told T/C/N.

“Y/N, we don’t know her.”

“If you were alone would you want someone to help you?” T/C/N finally pulled over.

You rolled down your window and the woman approached the car.

“Are you infected?” T/C/N asked.

“No.” The woman answered plainly. She was young (not as young as you), and very pretty.

“Do you need a ride, we might have room in the back?” The woman nodded.

“Yeah, thanks, that would be great.” You got out of the car and opened the door to the backseat. There wasn’t much room.

“Here, you can sit in front, I’ll take the back.” You sat in the back seat, squished by all of the food and other supplies. T/C/N kept the man’s gun, but he put it in the trunk so you wouldn’t have to see it.

The car started driving on the road again. T/C/N and the woman were talking, and getting to know each other. You were staring out the window, and the events from yesterday flashed back in your head. The next time someone spoke, you broke from your trance.

“I was actually walking to get to my group. If you go on the interstate and take the next exit, we’ll find them.” T/C/N turned on the blinker and took the interstate.

“I really appreciate you guys doing this…” she started and you went back to your thoughts.

What if you are a coldstone killer and you don’t know it yet? Would you actually kill T/C/N? No. But what would your parents say about this? Does T/C/N think you’re a psychopath now?

“Y/N? Y/N?” You didn’t hear T/C/N calling you, and your thoughts ignored him.

“Y/N. I like that name.” The woman, who you didn’t hear her name, said.

You stopped thinking when the car stopped. You didn’t know how long the car was driving, but you do know you’ve had plenty to think about. Everyone stepped out of the car and shut the doors.

“I’m sure the group will welcome you guys in. Let me go talk to Martin. He’s like the leader of this thing.” The woman left and T/C/N joined you on your side of the car.

“I know we were just kind of pushed into this, but are you okay with this?” You nodded. You would give it a try if T/C/N wants to do it.

“Good. This can be a fresh start.” Martin approached you two.

“Hi, I’m Martin.” You hated judging people based on their looks, but Martin looked like a church goer.

“I’m T/F/N.” You still haven’t gotten used to calling him by his first name. He looked over to you.

“And this is Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you. Claire has told me good things about you two.” Martin gave you a creepy smile. Claire. That’s the pretty woman’s name.

“You guys are welcome to join us, we have a temporary camp set up. But if you have other things to do that’s fine too.” Martin looked you over. Gosh. You felt sick.

“We actually don’t have anywhere else to go. Staying here would be great.”

“Awesome. Let me introduce you to everyone.” There was about twenty people you were introduced to. You played shy, and forgot all of their names.

“We’re just waiting a few days to see if anyone else comes off the interstate. Then we’re going to move along. If you wish to gather for resources, you can, just stay in range and grab a buddy.” Martin sent us off on our ways, giving you one last look before walking along. Is everyone oblivious to this or are you just insane?

“I’m going to go over there.” T/C/N pointed to where Claire was.

“Will you be fine on your own?”

“Yeah. I’ll be fine.” T/C/N walked off to go talk with Claire.

You turned around and tried to find any ‘kid group’ that you could hang around in. There was really only little kids. The two teenagers you met, seemed like the adventurous type. You so didn’t want to go explore right now. You went to talk to them anyways. The two were standing by the side of the road, kicking dirt around.

“Hey Y/N. We met earlier. I’m Zach. I’m Martin’s son.” So he’s the son of a creep. You noted to yourself to keep a little distance.

“And I’m Bobby. I’m Claire’s nephew.” You nodded along.

“So, where are you from?”

“I’m from here.”

“Cool. So are we. Who’s that guy you came with?”

“He is-was, my teacher. I was in class when this all started.”

“I was at a dentist appointment.” Bobby laughed.

“So. What does a girl like you do for fun?” Zach asked, and you felt weird by the way he worded the question.

“Well, I just hang out, and whatever.” That was probably the most vague answer you’ve ever given. What you really wanted to say was- you might want to take a step back because I killed a man yesterday, and I don’t know if that makes me a killer; but I do know you are making me uncomfortable.

“Cool. Want to come with us to hunt in the woods?” You complied and went along with the stupid boys. If they try anything hopefully your unloaded gun will scare them off.

You searched for berries, Bobby told you the ones to look for, and the others were quietly looking for animals. You heard a twig snap from behind you and you put your hand over your back, ready to pull out the unloaded gun. You turn around and see a doe, drinking from a stream. Not any less than twenty feet away from you. You watched the deer drink the water, the moment was so peaceful.

Then you hear a gunshot. You jump, and the doe ran, and the bullet missed it. Bobby was laughing, so you guess Zach was the one who shot at it.

“Fucking hell dude.” Zach pushed him down the hill. You watched them quietly, quickly realizing that they were harmless, just like little boys.

Martin ran into the woods.

“Who the hell shot that?” You looked to Zach, who was laughing because Bobby was still rolling down the hill.

“Zach.” Martin growled.

The three of you were no longer allowed in the woods and you had nothing else to do. You took out your book from the car and flipped through the pages. You sat on a rock and started reading.

“Hey, what are you reading?” T/C/N sat down on the ground next to you. You showed him the cover and continued reading.

“A classic.” T/C/N said awkwardly, not sure how to initiate conversation with you.

“Y/N, listen. I heard about what happened in the woods. I just came to make sure you were okay.”

“I’m perfectly fine.” You flipped the page. T/C/N gave up on trying to find another way to get you to talk to him. You hated shutting him out, but you are dangerous now, potentially a threat. You can’t keep allowing him to care about you.

Nightfall was approaching, and everyone was getting cold. Someone started a small fire and everyone huddled close. You listened to the conversation, but kept your nose in your book. Everyone was talking about how they got here, and it became T/C/N’s turn. He was telling everyone how you saved his life and he was ‘eternally grateful’. Everyone awed, and you pretended like your book was more important.

When everyone got tired, they went back to their cars to sleep, a few people offered to lookout for a few hours. You and T/C/N went back to his car. Claire went back to hers with her nephew. You turned away from the driver’s seat and rested your head on the cold window.

“Y/N. Please say something.” T/C/N broke the silence.

“I don’t want to.” You looked at the forest that was outside your window.

“I want-I need to make sure you’re okay. Did I do something?” You answered no immediately. Although you were starting to get a feeling T/C/N likes Calire. After the way they were talking together tonight at the campfire. Well, she’s super pretty, and nice, so who wouldn’t like her? It gave you an ill feeling in your stomach. You didn’t hate Claire, but you were crushing on T/C/N, hard. And you didn’t want to blame it on him, it’s not his fault you can’t confess your feelings for him.

“Are you hungry, or thirsty? You didn’t eat earlier.”

“I’m tired.” You said, hoping he will give up like he did earlier.

“Is this about the dream?” You didn’t answer.

“Y/N-“

“I don’t want to talk about it. I want to sleep.” You cut him off abruptly, not wanting to give in to his charming personality, and tell him everything that is going on with you.

“Okay. If you change your mind, you can even wake me up.” You nodded and closed your eyes. You wouldn’t wake him up unless it was a dire emergency.

You woke up a few times during the night. First, you woke up from another bad dream, but you could never speak of this one. The second time you got cold, and grabbed a coat from the back seat to keep warm. The third time, it was because you could hear T/C/N’s light snoring, and the soft sounds of his inhales and exhales helped you fall back asleep.

When you woke up in the morning, it was because you heard a scratching on your window. It was a zombie. You gasped. You looked out the window to see the entire camp flooded with the undead. You saw Martin, walking around as one of them. The zombies were walking straight through the camp fire that you guys made last night, and fire spread to all of the surrounding land. You shook T/C/N awake.

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This one was a dice roll, and I had so many plans for it. I still think I’m unto something and wonder if I should continue this one another time. :}

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If Not For You

Prompto's hand sneaks around the bed looking for something to pull over his head. His fingers come in contact with a very smooth object that after some poking proves themselves to be a pillow. Letting out a sigh he pulls it over his head blocking the sun, wondering why he even bothered to keep his curtains open the previous night.

He blinks his eyes. He hadn't left his curtains open the previous evening, he had closed them while he'd been on the phone with Noct. Plus his pillows aren't this soft, he forgot to buy laundry softener last week as he'd gotten a new lens for his camera, they are even a bit scratchy.

Nosing the pillow he's still holding to block out the light he can faintly smell the same soft fragrances he sometimes picks up from Noct's clothes. So maybe he went home with Noct after the festival. He smiles at the thought, wondering how that happened as he'd been so nervous admitting his feelings yesterday, things must have worked out.

Poorly his alcohol deprived brain helps him remember that things had gone a little bit differently. If anything, it had gone horribly wrong. The memory of Noct pulling out of the kiss looking at him with a horror stricken face, mumbling apologies, before running away into the crowd, leaving Prompto alone with two large drinks.

The rest of the memories slowly move back up. How he'd waited for Noct to return, texting his friend, calling him and being forwarded to his voicemail, finishing the two drinks, accepting others from strangers. Things go very vague after that.

Prompto slowly moves the pillow from his face, praying that some miracle happened and he will see something familiar in the room he's in. Hoping that at one point Noct did came back, found him drunk and took him to his home, praying that he isn't someplace he'll regret.

Prompto has seen pictures of Nocts place, even if he's yet to visit it for real, and the room he is in doesn't look like anything in those pictures. The realization that he must have gone home with a stranger, that somebody took his drunk ass home with them, that he is in a strangers bed, makes him shiver all over.

When he sits up and the soft sheets slide down his body he's confronted with a second realization. He's naked. Completely naked. Not even his underpants. His breathing hitches up, which together with the hangover makes him start to cry, and he needs to fold his hands over his mouth to get his breathing back. He is not going to get a panic attack, he hasn't had one of those in years.

Looking around the room again finally spotting a glass of water and two painkillers on the nightstand, so who ever took him home at least expected him to be dealing with a hangover. Prompto reaches for the painkillers, but stops when a sudden jolt of pain shoots through his but and spine.

He feels his mind blank out. Oh. Oh, ooh. There's no stopping the tears now, there is only one reason he can think of that can result in such a pain when you are in a strangers bed. He'd been pestered in school by one of the jocks, who had claimed he'd be making him feel exactly like this if he'd ever got him alone, before Noct had stepped in and called the guy a creep.

Prompto slowly slips his hand between his legs, not even knowing what to find, trying to feel how bad it is. When his fingers touch his rim he doesn't feel anything much different than what he feels when he plays with himself. He slides his fingers a bit further towards his spine, having to take in a sharp breath. Okay… that doesn't make much sense.

He pulls his hand back. Wondering what happened last night after the part of the memories he still can recall. A deep breath later he reaches for the painkillers and water. Seems he'll have to find the owner of this place and hope they can tell him exactly what happened.

Slipping from between the soft, he checks them for a moment to confirm they are indeed satin and high end brand even, sheets he wonders if he would dare to wrap one around himself before walking out of the room. When he spots his clothes nicely folded on a chair beside the door, he gets really happy, letting out a small cheer.

To his surprise his clothes are washed, ironed, and folded to perfection, such care given to them he almost feels bad about putting them back on. Seems he will need to offer some thanks for this too. When he takes the last item from the chair he finds his phone, keys, and other things he had in his pockets, on the seat.

He takes his phone realizing it's turned off. He'd never turned off his phone, or at least he hasn't done so for quite a while. When he tries to turn it back on he gets a clear message that his battery is dead. Great, he must have used it a lot more than was good for that to happen. Now he really has to get home, if not for any other reason to get to his charger.

Prompto pushes open the door, getting bombarded with some of the best smells he's ever came across. Man, it almost smells as great as some of the lunches Noct brings to school sometimes. The thought of his friend, almost a best friend if he hasn't ruined it last night, makes him a bit melancholic. His fingers brush the phone in his pocket, hoping that once he gets it to start again there is going to be at least one message from Noct. Just one, and hopefully not a goodbye.

“Good morning.” The voice pulls him back to the current situation, and the man standing in the open kitchen. “did you sleep well?”

Prompto gives a small nod, hoping his mouth isn't hanging open. It's that he knows he has a type, but damn, if he didn't have one this man would be something that would be a part of some of his future fantasies indeed.

A lithe figure, dirty blond hair worked up in some awesome style, and some piercing green eyes behind very sophisticated glasses, in short a definite looker. A looker who is looking at him as if he's waiting for an answer, giving Prompto the feeling he's in class and being called upon by the teacher.

“Well good. Sit down. I fixed you some breakfast, as I assume with the amount of alcohol you consumed last night you're not really feeling all to spiffy.”

Prompto sits down on the chair the man pointed to, letting himself get served a very full platter of food. He states his thank before digging right in. Blushing deeply when he lets out a fierce moan when the first bite hits his tongue. He must have been starving for this to taste this good.

The man slowly sits down across the table from him, giving him a soft look over. It finally hits him that he's actually seen him before, and not at the festival, he's been around school some times when he had to run for his after school jobs.

“I've seen you around school sometimes, but you don't attend classes there, do you?” He really tries not to speak to clearly with his mouth full but the food… Prompto has to admit he's been slimming on his food for weeks now because of some bills he hadn't counted on.

The man shakes his head. “I sometimes go there if my work permits me to pick up my… uhm… my little brother. He goes there.” There is a sad look in his features. “I've been a bit busy lately and it seems he has become friend with somebody he hasn't introduced us to yet.”

The man takes his coffee, and by the smell of it the man drinks it strong.

“I'm Ignis Scientia, this is my place. I hope you don't mind me taking you here. But after you fell from that table, you didn't seem in any shape to go to your own place.” A blush creeps up the sharp cheeks, before it's pushed down. “You were very adamant in there not being anyone at home.”

Prompto nods, still having to reel in the thought that he was on top of a table to be able to fall of it.

“I'm sorry but did you just say 'table'?”

Ignis blinks. “Why, yes. You were making quite a scene, dancing in very suggestive ways, before slipping and crashing right into me. You even hit your.. uhm… your...” The blush returns.

“My ass. I hit my ass. That at least explains why it hurt when I tried to move right after I woke up. Glad it was that.”

“What else could it be? There not many ways to get such a spot hurt.”

Prompto blushes. “Uhm well. Waking up naked, in a strangers bed, with a sore ass...”

The silence that settles between them is a bit startling. Ignis is fast enough to reclaim his composure.

“I see. That is indeed a way to get an injury like that.” he smiles. “Although I have never heard that complaint before.” Prompto chokes on his next bite.

The soft taps on his back help him get his breathing back in order.

“My apologies, I should not have quipped about that. It was in bad taste.”

Ignis lets Prompto finish his breakfast, before offering to drive him home. Hearing in which area of the city they are he gladly accepts the offer. And if he accepted Ignis's card after he got out and the invite to maybe go for a coffee one of these days, there is no harm in that.

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I JUST WANT TO DO IT PT.10

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[ONE YEAR LATER]

If you think about the vast and ever reaching universe one would not believe that there is a small planet called Earth. Inside Earth there are several continents and inside those there are hundreds of countries and within those there is a small town with a beautiful crystal blue lake.

In that lake swims a girl, the girl swims to the vast emptiness of the lake until she tires and then swim’s back slower just enjoying the feel of the cool cold water hitting her skin and the warm radiant sun on her face.

She dives in suddenly and lets the water consumes her whole. Once it wet’s her hair the water begins to block her nose and slowly sip into her mouth but she’s doesn’t go up for air instead she swims deeper, the pressure of the water increasing.

‘Mommy, I love you’ she hears a child’s voice and her eyes open wide under the water. It stings! And it’s hard to breathe but she doesn’t stop, she thrashes to the left and to the right searching for where the voice came from but then she spots a white glowing light ahead of her.

‘Mommy, I want you to live’ the child speaks through the water. The woman tries to swim towards the light but she can’t move, her body isn’t listening to her. She tries again and again but nothing happens. Instead she watches the child that just called her mommy slowly float away.

‘Be happy and live Mommy’ you hear softly before the light disappears. You finally relax your body and float up to the surface of the water. And are instantly hit by the rays of the blazing sunlight. You close your eyes and crane your neck backwards, letting your wet hair back into the water and a single tear roll out past your cheek and into the water.

The final tear you will shed. It’s time to move on now, it’s time to live.

…………………

You sit under the cool shade of your favourite tree and feel the tree bark beneath your hands and look out towards the mesmerising view of the lake in front of you. At the corner of your eye you spot Yoongi junior and little JJ playing on the swing. You smile and take out your diary and a pen from your backpack.

Dear Diary,

I rarely take you out this far or even from under my bed but since I’m feeling a bit brave today and my sister isn’t here I thought I might as well. What do I even want to say, I’m happy for the first time in a long time… truly happy.

You put the pen down and think back at everything that has transpired in the past year and it’s been more so a journey of discovering yourself and healing than anything else. You pick your pen back up and just write the first thing that comes into your mind.

I remember the morning after like it was yesterday, I had woken up sore everywhere and in pain but my first thoughts was the realisation that I had lost my baby and the second was I was alone on the bed. I had struggled to lift myself up on the bed and then I had reached over on the bedside table for my phone but instead my hand landed on a piece of paper.

It was a drawing of a woman who very much resembled me, she stood there confidently with her head held high and a bright smile on her face, that woman was happy. Glee even as she held her right hand gently on her protruding belly. I remember crying when I saw that drawing for the first time, I don’t know if I was crying because of the hand; fate had dealt me or because Jimin had drawn it.

A few hours later my sister and Yoongi had appeared on my door step excited as ever and ready to take care of me and the baby. But after I told them the news, their mood changed, I don’t really remember much that occurred after, for me everything was a blur and my memory is still foggy. All I remember thinking as I packed was that I needed to get as far away from this place and city as quickly as I can.

And I did just that, sooner than expected I was laid in my old room on my old bed with the covers over my head. Actually, thinking about it I didn’t cry that much when I came back home but I didn’t exactly act normal. I didn’t move or do anything for what felt like an eternity. I was just a mindless zombie who laid in bed either sleeping or just staring at the wall.

Of course my sister would come into my room and leave a plate of food every day and sometimes I would take a few bites and other times I wouldn’t.

This carried on for weeks, when I think back to that time of my life I know a part of me had given up. I felt as if I had nothing at all and that this was it for me.

But then one day something changed, I will never forget this day because it was the day I began to breathe again.

It had started off normally, Yoongi Junior and J screaming and shouting during the day like children do and then my sister coming in to give me some food. But then as it was getting dark the house had become silent, there was no screaming, no cartoons blasting from the television or laughing from my sister on the phone as she gossips about the titillating tale of the baker and the butchers wife.

It was so quiet that if someone had dropped a pin in another room, it would have been heard. Then the door had swung open and a loud sound had erupted after as it had banged on the wall.

That was scary.

The sudden noise had shaken me so much that I had lifted my head up and turned to look at the direction of the noise.

“Oh, so you’re up, take a shower, change and meet me outside,” Yoongi had said with a serious tone before shaking his head and walking away.

At that time the only thoughts that had occurred to me was, is he finally going to kick me out? Have they had enough of me already…what am I going to do if they kick me out, I can’t possibly go back to that apartment.

Without much strength I had forced myself out of the bed and into the shower, I had changed into a fresh new pair of clothes that my sister had laid out and I had found myself outside feeling the breeze for the first time in what felt like a long time.

“Over here,” Yoongi shouted. And I had turned my head and found him seated with a lit up cigar in his hand and a glass in another. I remember looking at the brown and round cigar between his fingers and watching him take a puff. I had never puffed from a cigar until that day.

“Your sister and the kids have gone for a play date, take a sit.”

I had done as he had instructed. Still afraid that he might still want to kick me out.

“Have you ever had a cigar before?” Yoongi had asked putting his cigar down and taking another one from the box, removing the plastic cover and cutting the end with so much coolness before lighting it up and passing it to me.

“Don’t inhale just puff it a few times,” he had said as he handed me the cigar. I had smoked a cigarette once before in high school just to try it out and see what all the fuss was about. I remember coughing a lot and then getting paranoid the following days because I thought that I would get addicted. Of course, that didn’t happen because I never touched that stuff again.

I place the cigar between my lips and take a puff, I taste some flavours in my mouth, walnuts, toast…it feels new and different. I take a few more puffs before the sweet flavours start to excite the taste buds in my mouth.

“Good isn’t it,” Yoongi says puffing on his. “These are Cuban cigars, their 40 years old.”

I had coughed at the mention of how old they were.

“40 years, I don’t even want to know how much they cost.”

“Yeah, you don’t want to know,” Yoongi had softly laughed to himself.

“Oh I almost forgot,” Yoongi had reached down and placed on the table a bottle of whiskey and had poured out a little bit into two glasses on the table. I had watched him pouring the whiskey and at the time all I craved was to go back into my bed and sleep but for some reason the flavours of the cigars kept me at bay.

So I had drank the whiskey, it had burnt my throat like nothing I had ever drank before.

“Smoke the cigar, mixed together with the whiskey it tastes so much better,” Yoongi had advised.

And to my surprise he was right, the strong bitter taste mixed in with the sweet flavours of the cigar left me feeling pleasantly light and relaxed. I had not a single worry on my mind, I felt elated.

“I feel free, Yoongi,” my eyes had shrunk and little giggles had escaped me for no reason at all.

“Good,” he responded.

I had carried on smoking some more in between taking a sip of whiskey here and there. For the first time my mind felt clear.

“My father taught me how to smoke, he said whenever you’re stressed son and you feel like the world is about to eat you up smoke a cigar and drink some whiskey and I guarantee you, you will be fine after.”

“Your father was a wise man,” I said.

“So what are you going to do now?”

“Are any strip clubs hiring?” I had joked, I can’t even remember where that had come from but surprisingly it had made Yoongi laugh. His laugh was different from Jimin’s. Yoongi has a shy sort of laugh where his shoulders move up and down and after a few seconds he tries to cover his little laugh with his hand.

After he had stopped laughing, I had remembered trying to answer his question as honestly as I possibly could.

“Seriously, I don’t know…and that’s so new to me, I have always known where the next thing or step in my life was going to be and now I am just here clueless as ever.”

“Sometimes not knowing is the best thing, like you said yourself you’re free, you can travel the world if you want to, there’s nothing stopping you,” he took a puff.

“What does your heart desire? What would you like to do that would make you truly happy?” Yoongi had asked those two questions. At the time, I didn’t fully realise the impact his words would have on me so I responded with this.

“I don’t know….I’m just going to go with the flow.” I took another bitter sip and looked up at the dark starlight sky and began to speak.

“Do you know what I felt like, I felt as if I was on a water fall and the water was gushing down quickly and forcefully. I always felt as if I was trying to climb up the waterfall, always going against the current. Exhausting myself, studying until I was sick….working overtime all the time…not having self-restraint when dating,” I had looked at Yoongi when I had said the last sentence. His face didn’t change instead he listened, nodding along and so I carried on with the analogy.  

“So I clawed my way up the waterfall inch by inch through the tough pressure of the water I climbed step by step deluding myself into thinking this was how everyone lived. That this was what was normal but it wasn’t until the force was so strong and everything from every direction in my life had rejected me that I came crushing down. I couldn’t fight it anymore, I couldn’t hold on to anything. I just had to accept my fate and pray that after I hit the river bank and submerge from under the water that I will be able to breathe again and you know what Yoongi, because of you and my sister I am finally able to breathe again.”

When I had said those words, I had meant it. I wasn’t going to force myself and struggle to climb a waterfall anymore, I was going to go with flow. Float on the river banks enjoying the sun, listening to the birds in the morning and just seeing where life will take me.

You had put your pen down again, remembering that night still gave you chills.

“Aunty, Yoongi Junior isn’t sharing,” little JJ came to you crying about a toy. You had given him a sweet and his face had instantly transformed as he grinned widely.

With that he had gone back to playing and you had picked up your pen again, not willing to stop writing just yet.

Where was I, yes after that night everything changed or more accurately I had changed. It was a small change, mostly could be compared to the story of the Pandora’s Box and the only thing remaining inside the box being Hope.

I started by just eating more and funny enough Yoongi gave me this diary the following morning. He had quietly knocked on the door and handed me this blue covered book. I had looked inside it to find blank pages.

“What’s this for?” I had asked confused.

“It seems you like to talk a lot just like your sister but unlike her it’s not very easy to say some stuff so I thought maybe you would feel more comfortable writing it down in a diary or a notepad, I don’t know what they call it these days.”

“I think a diary is still applicable,” I replied touched by his gesture.

“Good good,” he had nodded and was about to turn. “Yoongi,” I had shouted for him to stop.

“Thank you, for the diary and for yesterday.”

He didn’t turn around but he gave me a wave and left the room. That day I had written out all the feelings that I had felt I couldn’t say with my mouth and during the time that I was letting it out I felt at ease and each day onwards I wrote in that diary.

I also began to get out of my room more often, I would play with Yoongi junior and J who I started to call little JJ. I would clean the house, cook breakfast for everyone almost every morning and even help with the gardening.

Then I started to explore the little town of mine. It was surreal at first, going to the places I used to hang out at when I was younger, everything was smaller, less extravagant but somehow sentimental and special as if they had more value because of the memories they held.

Oh, oh I just remembered something very signification….I mentioned before that there was a titillating story about the baker who was having an affair with the butchers wife. Well the tea is at the break of dawn whilst the butcher snored his wife packaged a little suitcase and ran off with the baker. Even as I write this I am still having flashbacks of the way the women and men of this town gossiped the next morning.

Well that little story is significant because as I was returning from buying some food for the little ones the butcher had stopped me on my tracks.

“Are you __, the accountant?” I had been confused as to who he was until he introduced himself as the butcher he didn’t look too bad, he actually looked quite good for his age. I’m not going to lie I did give in and wonder for a second why she had ran away.

Okay, I am getting side tracked, he ended up asking or should say begging me to help him out with his taxes. It turns out his wife had handled all the financial side of the business and with her gone he was lost.

“Why me, there are a few local accounting firms here?” I had suggested still taken aback at his sudden offer.

“Have you been to any of them, half won’t even take any local businesses because they have been bought out by bigger firms and the other half charge an arm and a leg for even the basic stuff.”

I didn’t believe him at first, some of these firms had been around for decades so I told him I would think about it and pop over to his shop the following day with an answer. I remember going home that very day and researching the local accounting firms, out of the 13 firms in the town only 3 were still independent, the rest had been bought by the top 10 firms.

And of those three their prices were equivalent to daylight robbery. I tried to look at the firms on a 10 mile radius and it looked even worse. I had even widened my search to 25 miles search radius and then there were a lot of firms but for the smaller ones that I managed to find the prices were still too high.

So the next morning I had returned to the butcher and had informed him that I would help him out. We came to an agreement of a reasonable price and I helped him file for his taxes, I then looked at his business accounts and also his personal bank transactions as he wanted to find out exactly how much his wife had taken with her. Let’s just say it was a lot and she had been planning this for quite some time.

The funny thing is even though to the outside world it looked like I was helping the butcher out in actuality it was the other way round. I had missed crunching the numbers, trying to make the balance sheet’s balance, figuring out how he could increase his profits and cut his costs. It gave me a rush like nothing else in my life and it felt amazing to be doing it again.

The thing is soon word had gotten out that I was helping the butcher with his accounts and at a cheap price some were saying. So I started getting approached here and there by many local businesses around the town. It became so much for one person to handle.

“It’s too much sis,” I had said to her one night.

“Do you enjoy it, accounting I mean?”

“I love it, I had always thought I will just do it for money so that I can get out of this town but having the freedom to make my own decision, having that knowledge and helping people directly it feels good.”

“Then why don’t you start your own firm, hire a few people, be your own boss and see where it takes you,” she had responded.

“The irony of the town that I had tried to run away from being the very place that would give me a second chance is something,” I laughed.

“Maybe you had to run away to the city, if you had stayed here and had worked at one of these local firms you would have just felt it was fine to charge extortionate prices.”

“Hmm, maybe you’re right.”

It didn’t take much convincing and soon I was in the process of finalising the paperwork of my new firm. I had hired two accounting graduates who were pretty hilarious and had rented a little office space in the middle of town. I had used my savings but it was worth it. There was something exciting about owning my own place, it was more hectic and literally a kind of let’s go with the flow type of atmosphere but I enjoyed it.

Business was busier as ever as many local businesses preferred my firm in contrast to the competitors due to the reasonable prices, fairness, quickness in getting the job done and honesty.

As the word spread more business came our way and I had to hire 5 new qualified accountants and move to a bigger location.

But of course there were a few people that were not too happy about what I was doing, I was essentially taking business away from them, they tried to lower their prices but the way they operated where they took twice as long to do simple tasks left many business owners very sceptical of their business ethics.

Our competitors even tried to tarnish my reputation by paying the local newspaper to publish a negative article about my firm.

“Have you guys seen this?”

“Those fucking shits, I know it was Coppersmith & sons. The editor and chief is the brother in law of one of the partners there plus they charge the most” my sister had said placing the newspaper on the table.

“What can I do, what if people believe these lies,” I had asked worried.

“Fire back, there’s a local news website that reaches a bigger audience in the town than that old outdated newspaper,” Yoongi had chimed in.

He was right and I had contacted the local news website and the following morning I had a one to one interview with one of their journalists. I had told my story and the article had received over 10,000 views in a day, it also received many retweets overnight.

So many that by the next morning our house phone was ringing nonstop from local news outlets. I did a few interviews that resulted in increased business not only from small businesses but medium sized businesses and in a few weeks I had to hire more qualified accountants and assistants.

We were busier that before and I was giddy like a school girl but the best part hasn’t come yet. A few months after the article was published I received a phone call from a person stating they were from the board of an accounting body basically the people that make all the rules and regulations when it comes to accounting.

They flew me to the capital and I stayed at the Hilton hotel and then in front of many professionals I told them what I had discovered, the unjust practices that were occurring amongst local firms. To be honest I was a nervous wreck but I knew that if I did well here it would change the lives of many people.

After a few weeks I was invited back but this time I had been awarded an award of excellence. The award is given to only a select few in the accounting industry and I remember that day as if it was yesterday, my sister had cried, even Yoongi had gotten emotional when I had given my speech.

I remember before going to sleep that night pinching myself, I couldn’t believe any of this was happening, sometimes I felt as if I would wake up and realise this was all a dream.

But the pinch hurt and I realised that this was all in fact real.

You put your pen down and close the diary satisfied with what you have written. The sun is coming down now and you can already imagine your sister starting to worry.

“Yoongi Junior and JJ come over it’s time to go back home,” you shout over their direction. Of course they don’t listen the first time and it takes you bribing them with your iPad for them to start moving. You fasten both their seat belts and give them your iPad to play with. You go into the driver’s seat and turn the engine on. You’re still getting used to driving but you are glad that you finally bit the bullet and decided to learn. It feels great to be able to drive anywhere you want now.

When you finally get home Yoongi and your sister are in the living room waiting. Your cute little nephews quickly rush towards the television.

“You only have 10 minutes there before bath time,” your sister shouts.

“Someone called for you,” Yoongi speaks.

“Who?” you answer half listening whilst putting the dirty towels in the washing machine.

“He said his name was Hoseok?” You freeze. You never thought you would ever hear that name again let alone having the person try to contact you.

“What did he want?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t ask, he said to call him back on this number,” Yoongi moves a piece of paper in front of you.

“Did you finish everything up with that company?” your sister asks looking worried.

“I did, I terminated our contract legally last year, and they shouldn’t be any real reason for them to call me.”

“Well will never know unless you call him back, he might just want to congratulate you,” Yoongi says.

“hm, I doubt it but okay,” you mumble taking your phone out and dialling the number on the paper. It rings a few times before someone answers.

“Hello __,” Hoseok answers.

“Hello Hoseok, how have you been?” you ask just out of politeness, you make small talk and pleasantries before Hoseok finally brings up the real reason why he called you.

“How rude of me, congratulations on the award and helping with the accounting board, you are the talk in the industry, have other firms tried to contact you yet?”

“Contact me for…” you leave the question hanging.

“To hire, to recruit you,” he says slowly with an air of caution in his voice and you feel like laughing. Is this the same guy who fired me only a year ago?

“I have my own firm now, I don’t need anyone to hire me.”

“Oh, yes, sorry I had forgotten in that case we were wondering if you would like to come back…for a few days so that we can catch up and see what business we might have together in the future. Will even pay for your travel and accommodation at any hotel of your choosing.”

“Okay, that sounds good but I won’t be needing any accommodation” you answer confidently.

“Brilliant, I will have my assistant send over the details and will arrange something, thank you __ thank you,” when he says that the desperation seeps out of his voice strongly. You end the call and carry on doing the laundry.

You can feel two pairs of eyes bore into you. But you don’t say anything, you’re processing what just happened and what your next steps will be.

You press the ON button on the washing machine and then sit down.

“What did he want and what did you agree to?” Your sister asks.

But you’re still trying to process your next steps, since owning the firm and going through many huddles in life you have learnt not to act on impulse but to think, to play a game of chess where you not only have to think about the current move but the next moves after.

“I’m going back to the city,” you begin to speak.

“__ don’t! Those people treated you like shit,” your sister speaks anger rising up.

“Listen, sis, I have not forgotten about everything they did to me including the blacklisting, they think I’m going there to have a meeting with them, probably to sign a contract were I get a nice bonus, car and maybe become a partner but in return I give them my firm,”

“Do you think they will be that crude?” Yoongi asks, surprisingly interested.

“Yes, I worked there for a long time, I know how those people operate but the only reason I am going back is A) I am curious to see what offer they are going to make before I shove it up their ass. And B) I’m going to destroy their precious blacklist,” you say this with such venom that you even scare yourself.

“Why do I feel so proud right now,” Yoongi gives you a nod and a small smile.

Your sister doesn’t say anything though and in the back of your mind it bothers you. So when she comes into your room with the freshly ironed towels you ask if you can talk.

“Are you worried about my plan?” You ask.

She slowly closes the door and comes to sit down on your bed.

“I’m proud of you too, your making changes and standing up for yourself and many others…You have grown so much in the past year that I can’t stop smiling at this beautiful strong independent woman you have become,” she finishes and grabs both your hands and tries to hold back the tears.

“But….i’m concerned that if you go there especially to that apartment he might still be there,” she looks up and you see a single tear drop down her cheek.

“I don’t want you to get hurt again,” and you hug her tightly. Trying to comfort her. You move away and wipe her tear away.

“And people think you’re the tough one between us,” you say grinning. She sniffs a few times and you hold her right hand tightly and sigh.

“I don’t know what to say….his in my past, they both are and I don’t think about anything from that time anymore…I’m just….over it.”

“But will you be when his in front of you instead of miles away?” She questions.

“Like you said, I’m a strong independent women, I’m too busy building an empire to worry about dating. Trust me, I will be fine,” you squeeze her chubby cheeks and she makes a face before pulling away from you.

“You better be or else I’m coming to that apartment of your’s and dragging you back here.”

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You decide to leave for the city in a week and you make preparations at the office with the manager so that everything is taken care of and your family even throws you a leaving party. Just laughing and enjoying each other’s company makes leaving even though it’s for a short while even harder so you try and soak in every second together.

The following morning arrives quicker than you expected and soon you are half way through the journey in your car back home. The white mini cooper drives so beautifully. You open the window and feel the wind blowing on your face whilst Not Today blasts through the speakers.

You arrive in no time, turn the keys into your apartment.

“I’m home,” you shout in the empty apartment.

Before you even sit down you roll your sleeves up and begin to clean the whole entire house with the cleaning supplies provided by your sister. She is smart. You spend many hours cleaning as the sun goes down but you carry on cleaning until you start to feel hungry and opt to eat the leftover food you had packed. You finish unpacking the rest of your stuff and snuggle tiredly into your new blankets and fall asleep peacefully.

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“Ahh, Ji Chang-work,” you moan moving your fingers to the side, panting as your head falls back and you feel the aftermath of the orgasm. It feels so good to finally be able to get a release.

You quickly hop into the shower and get dressed in a white bodysuit matched with a side draped denim skirt. You place your hair in a tight simple high bun and put on some white cute small heeled sandals.

The plan is to get some food because there is nothing in the apartment but as you are walking through the shopping mall you spot Ann Summers and a mischievous thought occurs. ‘I’m not a virgin anymore, so buying a new toy might be a good investment…’

You stand outside the store for a few minutes contemplating if you should buy a toy or not….the very horny side of you wins.

And you shyly enter the store; pick the first toy you see and red full of embarrassment you go to the checkout and pay for your toy with cash. Paranoid now that everyone knows what is in your bag you rush back to the car park and place the toy under your seat before you return and do some food shopping.

After an hour or so you return back home, exhausted and hungry you place all your shopping bags on the kitchen floor and almost collapse on the kitchen counter.

“Shit!” you remember that the dildo is still under the seat in the car. You quickly rush down the stairs and to your car. When you have the plastic bag in your hands you close the car door and hurriedly without looking at your surroundings walk back to the building.

But as you walk you bump your foot on the speed bump and trip over it. The thing is you would have gotten your balance back quickly if it wasn’t for the special package you had in your hands.

Because of that special package you protectively huddled both your hands around it thus resulting in you losing your balance so much so that you were toppling over to the ground.

You squeeze your eyes tightly, ready to feel the pain from the impact…… but after a few seconds you feel nothing…no pain from anything breaking. Confused you slowly open one eye and turn your head slightly and spot a guy in a white long sleeve shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans holding you upright and with a cheeky smile on his face. You open the other eye and focus on his face and immediately start to cough.

It’s a nervous shocked kind of cough….your eyes bulge out and you step away from his reach. His hair is still brown but it looks healthier, shinier more luscious than you remember.

Jimin looks good, you think to yourself. Not in a I want him type of way but more like I’m happy his doing well.

“Thank you again Jimin,” you smile and face him.

“You really are a klutz aren’t you,” he mocks with a bright face.

“Really Jimin, I’m starting to think you jinx me somehow, I swear this only happens when you’re near me,” you shamelessly try to defend yourself.

“Ha, ME…I saw everything and you would have been fine if you weren’t trying to protect whatever is in that bag,” he quickly moves closer and tries to grab your bag.

Shocked and in a panic you try to turn away but his arms are already wrapped around you. “Jimin jimin it’s,” you try but fail to find the words. One of his hands grabs the end of the bag and another grabs on your waist to move you closer. You try to think of a way to get him off you then you remember that Jimin is ticklish so with a free hand you quickly tickle the side of Jimin’s waist and he flinches away from you.

“Hey, not fair,” he giggles succumbing to your touch and moving a little bit further away from you.

“What you’re doing now isn’t fair,” you tease, tickling him once more before he finally gets a hold of your hand and you are left there standing in the middle of the car park with your hand under Jimin’s and his body pressed against yours. You feel his hand gently go down your back before it abruptly halts midway.

You slowly turn to face him and you are caught in the trap of his devious eyes. You can hear him breathing deeply and you blink a few times trying to break free from his intense stare. But his mesmerising eyes draw you in and for a few seconds you are lost in them.

“I better be going now, it was nice seeing you again,” you finally break free from his stare and stumble your way past him towards the stairs. You shake your head in denial and accept that his eyes are just so mesmerising that anyone would get lost in them.

As soon as you reach your room you place the toy under the bed in a small box within a bigger box and then collapse on the bed relieved that somehow you managed to escape Jimin without him finding the contents inside the box.

It’s feels weird though thinking about Jimin again or just even seeing him again. Except for the little incident with his intense eyes it’s like nothing has happened, I don’t get that electrical charge I used to get when he touched me and I just don’t feel anything anymore. I guess time does heal the heart.

You take a nap and then wake up feeling fresh before opening your laptop to do further research in preparation for the meeting with Hoseok in 5 days.

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[Two days later]

It is 9am and you are in the supermarket buying some milk and as you turn a corner into the next aisle you spot Jimin with a basket in his hand.

You smile at him when your eyes meet and he gives you a nod but you decide against walking over to him instead you just wave before turning to the next aisle and picking up a carton of milk.

You meet Jimin a couple more times in the next few days, most of the times you’re running late for a meeting so the only words you guys have exchanged since then are hi and bye but maybe this is a good thing, you really don’t have time for anything else right now. Especially now that you have just had a meeting with the chief executive of a global fashion company and their looking to change accounting firms. Which has opened up a new and unexpected opportunity of expanding with a second office in the city.

Even a day before you are scheduled to have a meeting with Hoseok you have a second meeting with the boards of directors of the fashion company where you discuss the long term goals if you were to finalise everything and get into business with them. You are so deliriously happy that you decide to call up an old friend from work and go out and eat afterwards.

She tells you everything that’s been going on at the company, she informs you that Judy was only suspended for a few weeks before she returned. And how the company has been in a couple of legal troubles since the new CEO took over and they have already lost a few big blue chip companies to rival firms.

After talking to your friend everything suddenly starts to make more sense as to why Hoseok was so desperate to get you to come back to them, they need some good publicity and having you come back will do just that.

Oh, tomorrow needs to come quicker….

When you finally make it home at 7pm you walk towards the apartment building and as you are reaching inside of your bag to get the keys a lady opens the door for you on her way out. You slide in and start making your way up the stairs.

You reach inside your bag as you climb up the stairs looking for the house keys but they are not in their usual place so you search in the bag pockets and there’s nothing. You check your jacket but come up empty. You begin to panic now, you can’t be locked out of your apartment.

In a haste you tip over your bag and all its contents spill out onto the floor. You rummage through and shake your empty bag once more but there’s nothing there.

You try to think about where you could have possibly left the keys, I had them when I left the house…in the car and then I remember emptying some of my stuff at the meeting when I was looking for the memory stick.

“Ahh, the meeting,” you sigh. You check your phone for the time and then google the closing time of the office just in case and it says it’s closed. Of course, it’s past 7 now. You contemplate risking it to try your luck at the building maybe you will be lucky and they will be security there who can help you but if that fails you will be locked out even from this building.

Then a thought occurs, the only real possible option….You shake your head in denial and check your bag once more maybe it tore and there’s a hole somewhere.

They were no holes and with your head facing the floor you knock on Jimin’s door lightly half hoping that he will answer and the other half hoping he won’t.

After a few seconds you hear the door handle turn, then the door flies open.

Your eyes land straight on Jimin’s bare chest, his very defined pecks down to his chiselled six pack followed by the V shape leading down to his…..jeans.

You shake your head and start coughing.

“The fuck Jimin!” you shout trying to look at anywhere else but his tempting nipples. So your eyes land on his face but his smirking so hard that you almost smack him.

“Oh, my bad, I was just…erm…cle…I mean cooking…,” he says reaching for the shirt on the floor.

You give him a funny look and stop to analyse the situation for a minute. You can’t smell anything at all and even if he was cooking why would he be cooking without a shirt, or even open the door without one surely he would have seen the person through the peephole.

You gasp when you realise what this little shit just did. You can’t lie it is pretty hilarious.

“You weren’t cooking were you Jimin? You saw me on the peephole and took your shirt off,” you shake your head and laugh astonished.

“I swear on my scout’s honour,” he puts two fingers up together and a big grin appears.

His still shirtless by the way.

“Where you ever in the boys scouts?”

“Well…,” he starts caught in a lie.

“I can’t with you Jimin, honestly, please put your shirt on,” you laugh at his silliness. You watch him place a black t-shirt back on his body and a little part of you DEEP down inside cries.

“Thank you,” you almost roll your eyes but then you remember you are here to ask him for a favour.

“So something happened today,” you begin to speak very fast and with a lot of hand gestures. Jimin just crosses his arms against his chest listening.

“I lost my keys but I think I know where they are its just I can’t get them today and I was wondering, you can say no…if I can spend the night here. I can sleep on the floor and I will stay out of your way I just don’t have any other options,” you finish rumbling and place your hand over your nose with your eyes closed.

“All I’m hearing is you confirming how much you can’t survive without me,” Jimin mocks.

The fucking cheek, you open your eyes and try to give him a serious face but he playfully sticks his tongue out and the corners of your lips twist up.

“Is that a yes,” you finally say.

“Of course, come in and you don’t have to sleep on the floor,” he lets you in and you enter his apartment for the first time in a year.

It looks the same except for a few new pieces of furniture here and there.

“You want a drink?” Jimin asks going to the kitchen.

“Yeah sure, what do you have?”

“Two beers?”

“hm, sure why not,” you decide to have one beer just to ease your nerves….not caused by Jimin you try to lie to yourself.

“It might help me to sleep easier since I have a meeting tomorrow morning,” you speak accepting the bottle and then he signals for you to come outside to the balcony.

“Ah, lucky, I don’t have a balcony,” you say stepping outside and feeling the breeze on your face and looking at the night skylight.

“I practically didn’t as well because it was filled with junk until some months after you left….I needed something to distract me,” he sighs sitting down on the chair next to you.

You copy him and then say “you did well, the view from here is beautiful,”

“Thank you, I like coming out here at this time because the velvet sky is filled with stars that twinkle,” he says taking a sip.

“The night sky here is different from back home….the stars don’t move,” you point up at the moving satellite.

“Yeah, you’re right I don’t even know how many of those little dots up there are actual stars. It feels nice to talk to someone out here for once,” his fingers weave through the parting of his hair.  

“You never brought anyone or any girlfriends here….” Shit, why did I say that, you instantly want to take it back but you know it’s too late.

“I…erm…I guess I never got over you to bring anyone here.”

Ahh, you melt a little bit at that. Who? How? What do you even say to that, shit!

“Umm, Cheers,” you awkwardly say moving your bottle near his and hearing the clink sound when the two bottles meet.

“How about you, did you do anything at the countryside,” Jimin asks. You subtly notice that he wanted to ask another question similar to the one you just asked but his stopping himself.

“First of all, it’s not the countryside but a quaint little town,” you sass.

“I like this sassy new you,” he turns to look at you with a smirk. Why is he like this?

“But why,” you scoff at him.

“To answer your question I smoked a cigar for the first time actually with my brother in law and I liked it,” you purse your lips and take a sip of the drink.

“Ohh, check you out and here I was worried that you would be getting lost and falling over everything without me around,”

You smack him at the back of his head and he shouts “Oi!” Then you try to put him in a headlock but you’re not fast enough and his got both your arms in his and you’re inches away from his mesmerising eyes again. He moves his head down seductively and looks up at you with his sensual eyes. You stop breathing. You haven’t been affected this strongly by anyone like this in a long time and you are not about to get sucked in.

So you do the only rationale thing a grown woman can do in this situation and you fake a yawn.

“I think I’m going to go to sleep now,” you wriggle out of his hands.

At first you try to convince Jimin that you will sleep on the couch but he is having none of it instead he convinces you to sleep on the same bed.

“It’s a king size bed __, you sleep on your side and I will sleep on my side and even if your pinky toe crosses over to my side all hell will break loose,” you laugh at his silliness and agree. He gives you a new unused toothbrush and a white t-shirt of his to sleep in.

After brushing your teeth and washing your face you get under the covers and call for sleep to come to you before Jimin joins you in the bed.

Surprisingly it works, soon after you start to yawn for real and you feel yourself falling into a deep sleep. Even when you hear a sound from the side of the bed your brain doesn’t register it as anything significant and you slowly fall deeper into sleep.

Zzz

You toss and turn on the bed and you don’t know how long it’s been since you closed your eyes but you wake up facing the direction towards Jimin but he has his body turned away from you.

You can see a shadow of his frame because of the small light coming from the crack in the curtain. You move closer to him without thinking what this action meant. You just want to be closer to him, just this much you think you can handle it without losing your mind.

Unexpectedly, Jimin turns around.

You freeze and quickly shut your eyes. You hold your breath and pretend to be asleep.

Jimin hesitates for a millisecond, he knows he shouldn’t….he knows his being greedy but everything in his heart is telling him to move closer. Slowly inch by inch his face moves nearer to yours.

You feel the tip of his nose gently caress your nose. You’re confused and excited at the time. What is happening here? Why am I letting this happen?  You feel his feathery hand lightly press onto your hip and his nose nuzzle on your cheek.

You squeeze your eyes tighter as you attempt to reject the fact that you had missed the softness of his touch. As his fingers leave electric sensations with every caress they make against your skin you feel his button nose moving up and closer….

Closer until his upper lip grazes your lip and you almost whimper. His soft lips slowly meet yours and you feel the familiar and plumpness of their shape.

He gently kisses you again in the dark and you clench your stomach in an attempt to fight the urge…..you try with all your will but then he presses his wet plush lips onto yours and you lose it.

The second you receive his lips, the second you meet them and taste the sweetness of his mouth you succumb to him and wet his lips. You kiss under the moonlight sky enjoying each other’s taste, wrapping your hands around each other in an effort of becoming one.  The kiss deepens and you find your rhythm and soak in every last sensation coming from his lips and his hands. You reach a heighten moment where his biting your bottom lip and your tongue slips into his mouth. You pant heavily as he sucks your tongue in and he lets out an innocent little sensual moan when you roll your tongue around his. You feel the passion like you have never felt before, as if being away from him has made you crave him even more.

Gradually, you both calm down then you place your hands on his chest before kissing him softly one last time. You try to move back but his strong hands are still wrapped around you.

“Jimin, do you think you can ever trust me again?” you say in a small voice. The question escapes your lips like word vomit. A part of you wanted to just fall asleep and pretend as if the kiss never happened. But another part want’s to fight for him, wants to believe that you have changed and that the love you have for each other can weather all the storms.

And that’s why you asked that question because you wanted to fight for what you had, even if there is a possibility that he will reject you.

“Only if you promise me one thing,” he replies back just as quietly, you are both nervous and scared now.

“What is it?”

He sits up with his hands and you copy him. He places his tender hand on your right cheek and softly caresses it with his thumb.

“Forgive yourself ___, I miss you,” the corners of his mouth lift up. “I forgive you and I want us to work on building the trust up again, if you still want me?”

You stare at this unreal man not fully believing his words, what have you done to deserve such an amazing kind of person. You remember one of Yoongi’s questions then ���what does your heart desire?’ and everything suddenly becomes clear.

“Ah, it’s so dramatic, okay, let’s start over just me and you,” you jump up and give him a quick kiss before hugging him tightly.

“A fresh start,” you say easing into the embrace.

“Fresh start,” Jimin whispers into your ear.

You don’t know what the future holds for you or if you’re making the biggest mistake in your life but for now you’re beyond grateful that he has forgiven you and that you are able to get a second chance. So, you’re just going to go with flow and see where life takes you.

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Ending Comment - Yay, their finally back together. Thank you again for reading the story this far. I don't even know how to say this but they are only two more chapters left in the story. *A little spoiler is the title of the next chapter will be 'Fifty shades of Jimin ;)                 [FINAL CHAPTER]

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Perfect Match >> Suho, You (Part 6)

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Sun rays tickled your skin, waking you up. Opening your eyes slowly, You winced as you caught the sight of the strong light of the sun as pain shot in your head when you tried to lift yourself on the bed. You threw yourself back on the bed and covered yourself with the cover again.

You couldn’t remember anything from last night except for a few scenes that were fuzzy. All you remembered was drinking with Chanyeol and Junmyeon… He went for a dinner with Sumi and….

Sumi again...

Cursing, you ran your hand through your hair, holding onto it tightly. Did you sleep here alone? Did he stay the night with her? Who brought you back here? Thinking gave you more headache so you decided to stop. It wouldn’t change anything anyway. It wouldn’t change the fact that Junmyeon might have spent the night with Sumi for real.

“You are up?”

You blinked many times, trying to recognize that voice. You didn’t sleep at Chanyeol’s, did you?

You didn’t dare to look up and see who it was. It would be so embarrassing if you really stayed at Chanyeol’s house.

“Who?”

A chuckle filled the room as the bed shifted beside you. “You didn’t lose your memory, did you?”

A familiar face popped in front you, making your heart skip a beat. He blinked and you blinked, Your faces were too close, Junmyeon could kiss you at any moment from his position.

“Ehm… No… I mean… yes…. Hmm… No, but yes…. I don’t remember what happened yesterday.” You stuttered as you tried hard not to lock eyes with him.

Your cheeks felt so hot as if they were on fire, trying hard not to close the gap between the two of you.  

Junmyeon pulled away from you with a smile on his face as if this moment never happened. A breath you didn’t realize you were holding, skipped your mouth and your heart didn’t stop racing.

“You drank a lot, yesterday.” He said, helping you up and put pillows behind your back so you could lean on them comfortably. “Here, take this medicine.” He put two tables in your hand and handed you a glass of water.

You stole a glance at him, trying to study his expression. What did he think of you after getting drunk to this point? “What happened? How did I get here?”

“You really don’t remember, do you?”

“No. Did I do something stupid? I was drinking with Chanyeol. That’s all I remember.”

Junmyeon’s smile flattened as he stood on his feet. “We left him in that bar. If you had wanted to have a drink, you could have asked me.”

“You went on a date with Sumi. What happened?” You gasped as you realized what happened. “Don’t tell me I ruined it for you. I’m so sorry, Jun.”

Blinking at you, he frowned a little bit. You could tell that he wasn’t pleased. Did you ruin it so badly?  “It doesn’t matter. Because you are more important.”

You took a deep breath, trying to adjust to Junmyeon’s words. “But she is your---”

“You are my wife. Of course, you are more important. I’m sorry for being stupid. I’m sorry for not recognize your feelings, sooner.”

The way he looked at you, made the hair on your neck stand up. Your breath hitched as butterflies filled your stomach and heat crept all over your skin. You wondered if it was hot today.

Coughing, you looked away, trying to hide your red cheeks. You were about to open your mouth to speak, when suddenly the doorbell rang, making both of you frown at each other.

“Who could it be?” You asked.

“I don’t know, let me check.” Going out of the bedroom, you heard the click of the door opening before Junmyeon’s voice appeared again. “Father-in-law, what a surprise.”

A smile grew on your lips as you hopped out of your bed. Their voices still clear outside.

“Where is Y/N?”

“She is in the bedroom. Father, is there something wrong?”

Before you could open the door, it snapped open and your father was standing in front of you. His expression was darker than usual, making you frown slightly.

“What’s wrong, dad---?” Before you could continue, you yelped when you felt the strong contact of your father’s hand on your cheek.

Everything turned white for a second before tears filled your eyes. But you didn’t move or respond from the shock. You were frozen in your place, the words stuck in your throat like pins. What have you done to deserve this? This was the first time for your father to raise his hands on you.

“Father, what’s wrong?” Junmyeon’s voice panicked as he stood between you and him as a barrier. His eyes widened in surprise and shock.

“I couldn’t raise you. As your father, I’m ashamed to have a daughter like you. How could a married woman do that? Have you never thought of Junmyeon? Your friend who was raised up with you and always loyal to you. How could you betray him like this?”

Junmyeon frowned. “What are you talking about? I think you are misunderstanding something.”

“It’s not only me who knows about you and that producer. The whole world now knows.” Your father took out his phone to show Junmyeon what he was talking about.

Junmyeon pressed his lips together as a big, bold title displayed clearly on the screen. Breaking! Singer Y/N cheats after two weeks of her marriage and makes a scene in public. Scrolling down through the article there were pictures of her and Chanyeol from last night. There was a photo of you with many bottles of soju in front of you and Chanyeol looking at you concerned. Another photo with you leaned on Chanyeol shoulder and another one when Chanyeol was trying to stop you from drinking.

Of course, her father would misunderstand. Of course, he would react that way. It must have shocked him.

“I’m sorry, father. I didn’t take a good care of her.” Junmyeon said, with his head tilted downwards, ashamed of himself.

“No, it’s our fault for not raising her in the right way.”

Everything sounded more like a joke. You were still in your frozen state, refusing to shed tears in front of your father who had always loved you, who was always proud of you, when your father called your name, made you look up at him with teary eyes.

“I’ll take you back home.” Your father’s eyes softened, but his voice was still firm and scary. At that moment, your father probably regretted getting you married this quickly. It was all shown on his face how sorry he was to both you and Junmyeon. “I’m sorry son for causing you troubles.”

Before you could say anything or protest, Junmyeon beat you up as he said, “I’m sorry, father, but taking Y/N home will only add fuel to the fire. This will cause more problems. I believe in Y/N and I know her well. Nothing of what is written is true. Yes, she was drinking with him, however, they are just friends. Father, you should trust your daughter more. I will clear everything.”

“No.” You said, suddenly, making the two men you loved the most looking at you. “I’ll go home, Junmyeon. I need some rest from all of this.”

Fully turning to face you, Junmyeon expression hardened. “What do you mean?”

“People will only believe what they want to believe. Let’s end it here when got the chance.”

“No. I don’t want to.”

You ignored him as you half-smiled at your father who was looking at you with a sad expression. “Give me half an hour to get ready, dad. I will follow you soon.” Your dad excused himself, waiting for you in his car.

Junmyeon still didn’t get it. You walked around the room, putting your things in your bags. Catching you by the elbow, Junmyeon grabbed and turned you around to face him. His chest tightened it was hard to breathe. The idea of you leaving him suffocated him to death. He could feel the panic rising inside of him. His eyes were wary and unsure when he looked at you.

“Don’t leave me.” Junmyeon choked on his words. “I know that this article isn’t true, you don’t have to leave.”

The tears that you were holding rolled down on your checks as a sob skipped your lips. “Did you see the look in his eyes? He believed it. He believed I could do something like this. What about the people? If my father believed it, what about the people and my fans!!”

Grabbing you closer, Junmyeon wrapped his arms around you and you clenched on his shirt tightly. At that moment the world stopped. And it was you and Junmyeon again. Why couldn’t it always be like this? Why? Was it too much to ask for his love?

Did he really think there was something between you and Chanyeol? No, you didn’t want him to believe it. But explaining the situation would be ridiculous.

You never cheated on him and he never loved you as a woman… He didn’t care if there was really something between you and Chanyeol. He didn’t care.

“I’ll clear your name, don’t worry.”

You pulled away from him as you returned back to collect your things. “It will not make a huge difference… Jun, let’s--”

Before you could continue your sentence, Junmyeon pulled you back into his arms, but this time you felt his lips on yours. Your eyes widened in surprise. It took you off guards as his kiss was different from that one time he kissed you.

This time you felt something different. As if he was telling you to trust him and to give him a chance. But you weren’t sure. You weren’t sure what this kiss meant. When he pulled away to look in your eyes, you dared to look back at him, just to figure about why he did that. He had Sumi, right? Why would he do that to you right now?

Because you’re his wife. Something inside of you said.

Strangely, that kiss calmed you a little bit. You forgot about your father’s slap and about the article that was roaming around the internet.

“I will not leave you alone ever again. I promise you that.” Junmyeon said, cupping your face with his hands. His face was only inches away from you, and his eyes were staring deeply into your soul. “Don’t say let’s end it here. I don’t want to…”

“Junmyeon….”

“I will give you a little break.” He said, with a sad smile on his face. “You can go over to your parent now to rest, but don’t stay there for so long. I need you by my side, okay?” He placed a soft kiss on your forehead, making chills running down your spine.

At that moment, you didn’t see Junmyeon as your best friend whom you had a crush on for a long time and would never be yours.

At this moment, you saw him as your husband whom you could depend on and trust. You had always trusted Junmyeon, but something was different.

You knew that he meant every word he said, you could sense it. He felt something towards you and just the thought of it made you giggle inwardly.

“Junmyeon, do you like me?” You asked out of nowhere. “Or did you kiss me out of pity?”

Junmyeon frowned as he brushed a few strands away from your face. “I don’t know how I feel yet, but I know I didn’t kiss you out of pity.”

You half smiled, satisfied with his answer. At least he was honest with you, “Thank you, Jun.”

~~

It had been two weeks since you moved in with your parents again. Your mother didn’t say much about the scandal and your father never talked about it again as if it never happened.

After all Junmyeon and Chanyeol had an emergency press meeting and denied everything that was written in the article.

Junmyeon expressed his anger about the article, saying that Chanyeol and you were friends for a long time and that you would never do something like that. Surprisingly, the netizens responses weren’t as awful as you expected, but still, there were some that pulled your strings and drove you mad.

Those whole two weeks had been like heaven to you. It wasn’t only that you had rest, but you became closer to Junmyeon. He visited you every day, even though you knew how busy he was. He even took you out on dates saying that married couples could date each other too. You laughed hysterically at his comment.

So technically, the two of you started all over again by dating each other. You got your best friend back and your feelings started to grow for each other.

You didn’t move on again with him as you were waiting for him to ask to come back home. But still, this never happened yet. It made you wonder how long you were going to wait for him to ask you that.  

It was evening when you were waiting for Junmyeon in a coffee shop near the company, wearing all black in black; black shirt over black jeans and a black hat that cover your eyes and sunglasses. He told you to wait for him as he was taking you somewhere after he finished his work. He never said where he was taking you, saying it was secret.

You rolled your eyes, tapping your fingers on the table. You didn’t know why you were nervous. It had been a while since you came here and you could tell that the people recognized you.  The coffee shop door jingled and you looked up, only for a smile to be stretched on your face. He was finally here.

“Hey,” Junmyeon said, as he leaned in and kissed your forehead, before taking the seat opposite to you. “Did you wait for so long?”

“No, I’m just nervous. All the eyes are on us.”

Junmyeon chuckled, shaking his head. “Let them be. We are married after all.”

“Married but not living with each other.” You murmured to yourself, and it seemed like Junmyeon didn’t hear you, luckily.

“What?”

“Nothing.” You smiled, shaking your head. “How was your day?”

“Busy as always,” Junmyeon whined, pouting like a little kid. He reached up for your hand as he gave it a squeeze. “But missing you is the most tiring thing.”

“Eww…” You shrugged, giggle. “Since when you can say cheesy things. OMG… I like it.”

“So I have a little surprise for you.” Junmyeon started to play with your fingers, not meeting your eyes. “Would you like to go home with me tonight? I know that you still need a little rest, but just for today… Okay?”

You bit your lips, trying to hide your grin and the blush that colored your cheeks. “No.”

“What?”

“Why just today? This is so irritating. I have been waiting for you to ask me to come back home, yet you never said it.” You pouted, rolling your eyes.

“I thought you needed more time.”

“I thought you needed more space.”

“Wait, space for what?”

You shrugged, not giving him an answer. You knew that he hadn’t been talking to Sumi ever since what had happened, but still you knew that Sumi was roaming around him, not leaving his side yet. You tried so hard to ignore that fact but it still bothered you.

“Whatever, I am not talking about this again, but you should trust me.”

“Can I?”

“Of course. So are you coming home?”

“If you want me there again.”

Junmyeon grinned before standing up “I’ll bring the car, wait for me here.”

You smiled back at him, nodding. You watched Junmyeon as he made his way back to the company garage. Once he arrived, he would call you to come out, so you grabbed your phone checking your SNS as you waited for him when you felt someone taking the seat before you. Looking at your phone, you were surprised to find Sumi sitting in front of you. She had an annoyed expression on her face.

“What are you doing here?” You asked her, frowning. You couldn’t believe that one day that girl was your friend.

“You are really amazing, Y/N, aren’t you?” Sumi snorted, rolling her eyes. “You steal men easily. You stole my man from me.”

“I didn’t steal anyone, Sumi. Can you please leave? I don’t want to deal with you right now.”

“Do you think he likes you?” You ignored her, returning back to your phone. “He doesn’t like you, he likes me. No, he loves me. He even proposed to me before you take him away from me. I was supposed to be his wife and not you!!!” Sumi screamed and your eyes widened as the sudden outburst.

He proposed to Sumi?!

Your heart beats stopped and suddenly you could feel anything. Proposed. He even proposed to her. If it wasn’t for your family problem, if it wasn’t for helping you, Junmyeon would have never been with you. Meanwhile, Junmyeon never proposed to you. The two of you just got married because of your parents.

“Bring him back to me.” Sumi snapped, grabbing you from your shirt’s collar. “Bring Junmyeon back to me. I only have him. You took everything from me. You have the fame, you have fans, you have many friends and two men who are fighting over you. What else do you want? Can’t you just leave him to me?”

“Sumi…”

“I hate you, Y/N. Don’t think he married you for anything, he married you to break my heart. If he had only waited for me, I was willing to marry him. Why would he do that to me and marry you? WHY YOU OUT OF ALL THOSE PEOPLE?” Sumi shouted and now cameras appeared and people started to take photos of you two. “YOU CAN’T HAVE HIM TOO. YOU CAN’T. HE’S MINE.”

“Stop it, Sumi”

Sumi yelped as a sudden hand grabbed her pulling her away from you. You looked beside you to find Junmyeon standing by your side. “That’s enough, Sumi.” He looked at Sumi with sad eyes as if he felt sorry for her. That look frustrated you. He still cared about her. He loved her. He proposed to her. He wanted to marry her. He never wanted to be with you.

“I’m sorry for rejecting you, Junmyeon. Can't we be together again? Why didn't you wait for me? I just wasn't ready for marriage yet, give me another chance.”

“Sumi!!”

“I’m leaving.” You couldn’t stand it anymore. Every word Sumi said felt like a stab in your heart. It was as if Junmyeon had deceived you. He didn’t marry to help, but he married you to get a revenge on her for rejecting him. You couldn’t breathe, the café was suddenly suffocating and you couldn’t. You ran outside of the café.

Junmyeon used you. You couldn’t believe that he used you to get revenge on Sumi.

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Love is hard - Chapter eleven

Pairing: Madison Joseph x reader (friends), Josh Dun x reader (friends, lovers?), Tyler Joseph x reader (friends), Jenna Joseph x reader (friends), other Joseph and Dun family members

Plot: You take a leap year abroad, where you meet Madison Joseph. You become best friends and move in with her family. You meet her brother Tyler and his best friend Josh, who you have a crush on. Will Josh and you become more than friends?

This chapter: Chris and Kelly come back home and you meet Josh’s parents.

Warnings: Mentions of panic attacks

Word count: about 2600 (oops)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

A/n: I hope you enjoy this chapter :D Love you all

“Back so soon? How was your date?” Maddie asked as soon as you walked inside. “It was great actually. We went ice skating and it was really fun and romantic.” You answered, eyes lighting up at the thought of the sweet kisses you shared with Josh. You sat down next to Maddie and started telling her about your date. She had her eyes fixated on the television and didn’t seem to really hear you, though. You remembered what Tyler had said to you about her needing some space and quickly stopped talking. “Anyway, your parents are coming home tomorrow so do you want to plan something? To welcome them back?” You swayed the conversation away. “I’m meeting up with Annie in the morning, but we can go for lunch somewhere if you want to? Just let me know where and I’ll meet you guys there.” Maddie replied. “Sure, sounds good.” You watched part of the movie along with Maddie, but you weren’t really interested and soon went off to sleep.

You had set your alarm early the next day. Though the house was pretty neat, you wanted to clean a little and get ready for when Chris and Kelly would arrive home. At 11, the house was completely cleaned and you got yourself ready as well, so you sat on the couch watching some television and waiting. You heard a car pull up on the driveway and walked to the door. “Hey Y/n. How are you?” Jenna said walking over to you. Tyler followed right behind her and they both hugged you. “We thought it might be nice to have lunch together, with my parents being back home and all.” Tyler said. “Maddie and I already planned that actually, but your very welcome to join us! They should be here any minute.” You replied, truly happy Tyler and Jenna were there. You all sat on the couch and chatted. “So, did you talk to Maddie? About… you know.” Tyler softly asked you when Jenna excused herself to go to the bathroom. “No. I think I’m just gonna let this rest for a while, it’ll figure itself out.” You replied. Tyler nodded while you heard another car approaching. “That must be them.” You said as you walked to the door. “Hey guys! Wow, quite the welcoming.” Kelly laughed as she spotted the three of you on the porch.

Chris and Kelly had put their stuff inside, freshened up and liked the idea of going out to lunch together, so you got in the car and drove to a small bistro they liked. You texted Maddie where you were going and she arrived shortly after you did. “Before I forget; Josh’s parents are in town, so he asked me to invite you all for dinner tonight.” Tyler announced midway through the meal. “Great, it would be nice to catch up with them!” Kelly replied happily, Chris nodded and smiled. You weren’t sure if Tyler meant that you were invited as well. It sounded like it, and frankly it would be a little weird if everyone would go except for you, but Josh could’ve invited you yesterday and didn’t. “I’m looking forward to it. It’ll be like old times, just our two families together. I was really excited when I got invited a couple of days ago.” Maddie said, smiling sweetly. You couldn’t help but feel personally attacked by her comment, but shook that thought away thinking she probably didn’t mean it that way. “Don’t be nervous about tonight. Only ‘the kids’ know you and Josh are dating and we won’t say anything. Just think of them as a friend’s parents. No pressure.” Jenna leaned over and said to you, misinterpreting your silence. “Thanks, Jen. I’ll be okay, don’t worry.” You reassured her, feeling an other worry coming up. Even if they don’t know we’re dating, I still have to give of a good impression. If they don’t like me and things do work out with Josh, it’ll be hard to change their minds. O God, what if they hate me? You felt your mind, once again, start to race. You tried to concentrate on the conversation and stop thinking about all the other stuff, but it only worked a little.

Once you were back home you immediately went upstairs to review your outfit options. You wanted to look like the perfect daughter-in-law to be; decent and classy, but with a hint of sexiness. The first three outfits were okay, but too overdressed for just a dinner with ‘the parents of friends’.  Just as you were assembling a fourth look, Maddie walked in the bedroom. “Whatcha doing?” She asked, looking up from her phone. “Just trying to figure out what to wear tonight. What are you wearing?” You replied, sounding calm. In fact, you were freaking yourself out more and more as time progressed, most likely putting more pressure on the night than necessary. “Just some jeans and a shirt, nothing special.” Maddie answered, grabbing some clothes from her closet and disappearing to the bathroom. Ok, don’t overdress, just jeans and a shirt you told yourself as you peered in your wardrobe. After a couple of hours, Kelly knocked at the bathroom door. “Ready? We’re leaving in five minutes.” She said. Feeling another rush of nervousness you checked your outfit, make-up and hair one last time. You had tried on seven outfits in total, but ultimately chose to wear your skinny light blue jeans, a dark green long-sleeved top, a bright yellow scarf and matching yellow converse shoes. You had put on light make-up and put your hair in a loose braid. You thought you looked neat and decent, but still casual, though you basically looked the same as always. You sprayed on a bit of perfume and rushed downstairs. Chris and Maddie were already half way to the car while Kelly waited for you at the door. You noticed she wore a long black dress and had her hair down in light curls and looked outside to check on the other’s outfits. Chris wore a navy blue suit and Maddie had a beautiful deep red flowy skirt on, with a black lace top. “I didn’t realize we were supposed to dress up.” You said to Kelly, almost choking on your words. “I thought Madison would tell you. It doesn’t matter, really. It’s just a long running private joke between us and the Dun’s. You look nice.” Kelly replied, locking the door and leading you to the car.

Your nerves were worsening the closer you got to the Dun’s house. Maddie didn’t speak with you in the car and you tried to ignore the feeling of betrayal, though you refused to believe she’d trick you on purpose. Maybe she forgot about the ‘joke’ and only realized after telling me what she’d wear you thought. When Chris parked the car in front of a light brown house, you suddenly felt nauseous. It was going to be the first time at Josh’s house; you weren’t sure of your relationship status with Josh; you’d meet his parents; you looked like the Joseph’s just picked you up from the street, compared to them. O God. You concentrated on your breathing as you followed the others to the door, attempting to avoid a total panic attack. Chris rang the bell and it only took seconds before the door opened. “Chris! Kelly! Madison! It’s so good to see you!” The woman enthusiastically said, hugging the three Joseph’s and welcoming them inside. “And you must be Y/n! Ashley told me about you. I’m Laura. Please, come in.” Laura said. She wore a long, light grey dress, obviously in on this ‘joke’ between the families. You followed the group into the dining room, seeing Tyler, Jenna, Jay, Ashley, Josh and a man, who must be Josh’s father, all dressed up in suits or dresses. You uncomfortable stood in the doorway not sure how to behave and what to do, focussing solely on calming yourself down. “Ah, you must be Y/n. Nice to meet you, I’m William, but you can call me Bill.” Bill came over to you, shaking your hand and smiling genuinely. “No dress, eh? I guess they haven’t told you about that yet.” He said chuckling. You greeted and hugged Ty, Jen, Jay and Ash and walked over to Josh. Neither of you dared to look the other in the eyes and you awkwardly hugged before quickly sitting down. Laura poured everyone a drink and served the first course, a tasty pumpkin soup. You sat between Maddie and Laura, Jay sat across from you. The parents talked among each other, Ashley and Jenna chatted sitting at the end of the table, Maddie was involved in a conversation with Josh and Tyler spoke with his brother, leaving you to eat your soup in silence. Feeling more of an outsider than ever, wedged between two people, you felt your heart beating faster and your body heating up. Only this time it wasn’t because you felt happy or in love, you knew it was because you were panicking. Your hands began to shake a little and your breathing became heavier. You looked around the table with distressed eyes, but nobody noticed you. You tried remembering the breathing techniques you once learned, but your mind didn’t seem to listen to you. You felt another rush of nausea coming up and you could feel the first drops of sweat form on your forehead. I have to get out of here you thought. You appeared calm, or so you thought, as you stood up as slowly as you could and excused yourself, mumbling something about the bathroom. Kelly nodded at you swiftly before returning to her conversation.

You opened several doors before locating the bathroom, locking the door and sitting on the floor, trying to control your breath. You held your hands under the cold water for a moment and wiped the sweat of your face, slowly but surely regaining your composure. You needed some fresh air but didn’t dare leave the house without asking or telling anyone. You thought about saying you felt sick so you could go home, but you really wanted to impress Josh’s parents tonight. So, after ten minutes, you managed to calm yourself down a little and went back to the dining room, determined to make a near perfect impression on Laura and Bill. “Are you okay honey? You look a little pale.” Laura asked you as she passed you in the doorway. “Yes, I’m fine. Just a little tired I think.” She nodded and took the plates to the kitchen, replacing them with plates of turkey and mashed potatoes. You sat down again, feeling queasy. Bill had switched places with Laura, sitting next to you. He started chatting with you, about his job and his kids and asking you about your plans for the future. You talked to him during the main course, feeling a little more at ease and secretly thankful he provided some distraction. “I hope you all had enough to eat and liked it.” Laura said when everyone was done eating. “Let’s go to the lounge for coffee.” Everyone stood up and made their way to the lounge and you followed closely behind. You sat in a big chair near the corner of the room and watched the others as they sat down and kept talking with each other. They, unconsciously, seemed to form two groups as they sat. The parents were joined by Maddie on the huge sofa across from you, while the boys, Ashley and Jenna sat down on the other big sofa near the entrance. You saw Maddie laughing loudly with Bill and Laura, who obviously liked her a lot. You wished you had chosen a different seat so you could be included in one of the groups. Suddenly unsure if anyone in the room even wanted you to be there, you didn’t risk trying to move seats and stayed on your own.

You weren’t sure if it was the warmth in the room, the fact that nobody talked to you, that you were still nervous or all of them together, but without warning you could feel the next panic attack coming. You needed fresh air and you needed it now. Rushing across the room you left towards the patio doors you saw on your way to the lounge. Thankfully they weren’t locked and you almost ran onto the lawn, quickly checking if you were visible from the lounge. You spotted a small bench to your right and sat down in the dark, still breathing heavily. “Are you okay?” You heard Josh’s voice next to you soon after you sat down. “Yes, sure. I think I’m getting the flu or something.” You tried to smile, not wanting to show Josh how you really felt. He sat down next to you, softly rubbing your back. You sat in silence for a while, Josh staring at you. “I remember when we first started playing big shows. There were so many people there, staring at us, at me. At first I was happy all those people came to see us. But then, I would get really nervous. I would be nauseous all day and some days, I didn’t even want to go on. I would lie awake night after night worrying and my mind played tricks on me. Tyler noticed, of course, and helped me a lot. I talked about it and worked on it and even though I still get nervous sometimes, I can manage it and find my calm spot.” Josh suddenly told you, his voice sounding soft and sweet. You nodded, feeling he understood what was going on. You slowly calmed down again while Josh talked to you about trivial things, to get your mind off whatever was going on. “Let’s get inside and have some coffee, okay?” He finally asked when you’d calmed down. You smiled and nodded, following him inside. You were sure everyone noticed you coming back in together, but thankfully no one said anything about your disappearance or entrance. You sat next to Josh on the big sofa and felt relieved as you chatted along with the group. Having a good time, at last, two hours passed by quickly and Chris and Kelly announced they were leaving soon. You hugged Jenna, Ashley, Jay and Tyler and gave an extra-long hug to Josh, whispering a quick but heartfelt thank you in his ear. You shook hands with Laura and Bill, thanking them for the lovely dinner. You were the last one to reach the car and as soon as you sat down, you realized you had forgotten your bag.

You ran back to the front door, reaching it just as Tyler, Jenna and Jay were about to leave. “I’ve left my bag.” You explained. Josh smiled. “I think my mom found it. She’s in the kitchen, go ask her.” You walked towards the kitchen, faintly hearing the voices of Laura and Bill. You reached the door, but before you could open it, you heard Laura mention your name inside. Curiosity getting the best of you, you stood as quiet as possible, trying to hear what they were saying. “I know, Bill. I’m just saying that I think she acted a little bit weird tonight. And the way she dressed!” You heard Laura say. “And she doesn’t seem to have any plans for the future.” Bill added. “Exactly. Well, let’s just hope Josh and Ashley don’t get too involved with her. She’s hardly a good example for anyone.” Laura continued. A small part of you hoped they weren’t talking about you, but when you knocked on the door and saw their faces as you entered, you knew it was you they were speaking about. So far for making a good impression.

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Coming Home Chapter 5 (Shalaska) - Jem

AN: I don’t know why I can never escape writing angst… oops lol. Please enjoy and let me know what you think if you feel like it. <3

Alaska makes a mistake, Violet opens up about her past, Sharon is perfect and beautiful.

Tw: depression mention, addiction and alcoholism mention.

Chapter 5

Alaska was shocked into reality by her phone ringing. It was very faint at first, and she almost didn’t notice it with the fuzz in her head. As the sound began to break into her thoughts, she finally realized what it was, and scrambled to reach for the device.

“Alaska?” Violet’s voice was very meek through the phone. “Yeah?” “Um… I was just wondering, are you coming to get me from school soon?” Alaska looked at the time on her phone. Shit. It was 6:26, almost an hour and a half since Violet’s detention had ended. “Yes! Shit, I mean crap. I’m coming to get you right now don’t worry.” “Are you sure? I can take transit, if it’s easier.” “No, I don’t want you to pay money for that. I’m leaving right now, I’m so sorry Violet.” “It’s totally fine.” Alaska dropped the project she’d been working on, fumbling around the messy studio to find her keys. She swore she’d left them on the table. She picked up the planning sheets covering the surface only to find the paint-stained wood underneath. Not there. Alaska turned to check on top of one of her shelves, and knocked over a glass of water in the process. “Shit!” She yelled. “Shit fucking shit.” The water began to spread across the floor, making the tile slippery, but she didn’t have time to clean it up. Finally, she stumbled over to her apron that was hanging from a chair, and located her keys in the pocket. She was a sight for sore eyes, but she ran downstairs and hopped in the car as quickly as she could. ——- “Violet, I am so sorry, that will never happen again.” “Really it’s fine, I didn’t wait that long.” Violet didn’t tell her that she’d started to worry; it seemed counter-productive. Alaska seemed frazzled; her hair was a mess, and her clothes were ill-fitting and covered in paint. The weirdest part was her face was bare, free from the meticulous makeup she usually wore.

“No I just feel horrible though, I told you 5:00, and I just completely forgot.”

“If it’s easier for you, I can just take the school bus home every day. I know you’re busy.” “I can make time.” Alaska gripped a little harder on the steering wheel, obviously still angry with herself. “I remember how horrible it was taking the bus when I was in high school, and I work at home so it’s so easy for me to get you. I promise I’ll be there from now on.”

Violet considered trying to assure her foster mother more that it was fine, but it seemed like there was little she could say. She was stuck in her own head and words were just bouncing off her today.

Alaska was quiet the whole way home, and Violet could almost see the tension rolling off her body. When they arrived at the apartment, the woman seemed to calm down a bit. They got upstairs and Alaska paused in the kitchen. “Are you hungry?” She asked Violet. “A bit.” The girl admitted. Detention and putting up with Matt had worn her out. Alaska opened the fridge. “Shit.” She said quietly. “I mean shoot, sorry Violet.” Violet just smiled. She could handle swearing, and it was funny to her that Alaska always tried to censor herself around her.

“I forgot to go to the grocery store.” It was a very unimportant statement, but it seemed to be heavy to Alaska. She was frozen in place, staring into the contents of the fridge, but her mind seemed like it was elsewhere. “We can just order in?” Violet suggested. She pulled the stack of take-out pamphlets off the counter and began to rifle through them. “Here, we can get Indian food delivered right to the house. I can wait to eat until dinner, I’m not that hungry.” Alaska nodded but her eyes seemed distant. She disappeared for an hour after they ordered and didn’t emerge until the food arrived. Even once they’d both settled down at the table, she was quiet as they ate. Violet tried to brush off the anxiety in her chest at Alaska’s weird behaviour. She was a busy woman and probably had a lot on her mind, that was all. She turned on the tv to distract them both, the sound of the news becoming white noise. Violet didn’t know if she should ask if something was wrong. It wasn’t a big deal, right? Sure she’d been left at the school for a little longer than she’d have liked, and sure they’d had to order takeout. It was hardly the biggest mistake a foster parent had made with Violet. Then why did it seem like Alaska was beating herself up over it?

Violet’s foster mother barely touched her food before she cleaned up her own plate.

“You can put your dishes in the sink.” She finally spoke. “I’ll do them later tonight.”

Violet just nodded and Alaska retreated, either back to her studio or her bedroom. The girl didn’t want to leave more work for her or Sharon, so she threw out the takeout containers and did her best to clean up the kitchen and fill up the dishwasher.

The TV droned on, but Violet wasn’t paying attention to it, so she turned it off.

The only sound was the whirring sound of the Clean cycle of the dishwasher.

——— When Violet woke up she felt like something was off. It was Tuesday, but there wasn’t the usual hustle and bustle around the house. Usually, in the morning, either Sharon or Alaska were in the kitchen, cleaning, talking, or sometimes even singing; they were both pretty good too.

However, everything was quiet this morning.

Violet got up out of bed, creeping over to her door carefully as to not disturb the silence. The lights were all off in the hallway, and natural sunlight seeped in through the windows and bouncing off the walls. Violet walked across the apartment and found Sharon and Alaska’s room had the light on, and the door was ajar. From the gap, she could see Sharon sitting on the side of the bed, where Alaska was still lying down. They were talking quietly, but Sharon noticed her standing outside and looked up to meet her gaze. “Sorry.” Violet said sharply, beginning to turn away. “It’s fine, I’ll be out in just a minute.” Sharon told her. Violet just made her way back to the kitchen, taking a spot at the counter. Sure enough, Sharon joined her just a few minutes later. “Hey Violet, can I talk to you?” “Yeah.”

“So, I just wanted to talk to you about Alaska.” “Ok.” Violet couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy. Sharon’s tone of voice worried her a bit, but there was part of her that wanted, and needed, to know what was going on.

“It’s important to me, to both of us, that we don’t keep things from you.”

“Ok.” Violet repeated. She appreciated the honesty. So many times in the past she’d been completely isolated from her foster families, treated more like the family pet than a member.

“Alaska has been having a really hard day.” The woman began. “And this isn’t a one time thing, it happens every once in awhile. In our youth we both struggled with addiction.”

Violet tensed up at the familiar words.

“I know that’s scary,” Sharon reassured her. Surely the woman had read Violet’s file and knew about her past. “but I want to explain to you that it’s ok. We’re both totally in control; in fact I never had to quit drinking cold turkey. Alaska always had a harder time with it. She’s been clean and sober for a good ten years now, but when stress or depression hits, it’s hard on her.” Violet nodded in understanding, trying not to overthink the situation just yet.

“She won’t relapse. I’m here to help make sure, but she is strong enough on her own. I just wanted you to know that she’s totally ok, and she’ll surely be fine tomorrow but sometimes this stuff happens.” Sharon gave her a comforting squeeze on the shoulder as she finished.

“I understand.” “And I don’t want you to be afraid because of this. You can talk to me, or her anytime about it, ok?” “Ok.” Violet took a moment to think before speaking. “Is it because of me? Because of yesterday?” She dared to ask.

“Oh no, honey.” Sharon shook her head. “Alaska just puts a lot of pressure on herself to get things right, and when she doesn’t, she takes it really hard.”

Violet could understand that. She still didn’t think what had happened was that big a deal, but from a parent’s perspective, maybe it was.

Sharon drove her to school that morning instead of Alaska, and at the end of the day it was Sharon who picked her up. Violet tried very hard not to be scared, and the emotions rolling around in her stomach were confusing. Her own mother had been addicted to heroin, cocaine, and probably a cocktail of other drugs, and it had been the reason why she’d been unfit to care for Violet. She, for some reason, had never even thought that Sharon and Alaska might have had similar struggles. She berated herself a bit for idolizing them; it was very unlike her to put people on a pedestal. They were just so good and different from anyone she’d ever had care for her, and she allowed herself to be swept away. However, she also tried not to be a pessimist about it. It wasn’t like anything had changed, really. Everyone had their demons, and Sharon and Alaska were wonderful people who would surely never let this become a problem, right?

Instead of going home, she asked Sharon if she could drop her off at Fame’s. She hadn’t given her friend any notice, but going home to the quiet apartment didn’t sound fun to her. Sharon seemed pleasantly surprised that she wanted to go out and see her friend, seeing as she spent so much time at home alone.

When she knocked on the door, it was Fame’s mother who answered.

“Oh hello.” She said in a sweet voice. “You must be Violet? I’m Dolly, Fame’s mom.”

“Hi, Dolly, is Fame here?” Violet had never met the woman before, and she seemed so different from Fame in appearance. She was wearing a baggy t-shirt, jeans, and fuzzy slippers.

“Yes, dear. She’s just upstairs, I’m sure you know the way. Let me know if you two need anything, I can get some snacks ready. A little thing like you could surely use something to eat. I’m sure Fame would love to have you over for dinner, if your parents don’t mind, that is.” She rambled on.

Ah, there was the resemblance. The woman definitely had the same tendency for words as her daughter.

“Thanks Dolly, I’ll let you know.” She made her way up the stairs and to Fame’s room. When she arrived, her friend was lying on her stomach on her bed, texting frantically. She was quite a sight. She’d changed out of her school clothes and was wearing purple pajamas with a lipstick motif. Her blonde hair was up in a ponytail, but her face was still painted to perfection.

“Oh, Violet!” She said from her spot, obviously surprised to see her. She hopped off the bed to give Violet a trademark hug. “Oh dear, you’ll have to excuse my appearance. I didn’t know you were coming over.” When she stepped back from Violet she looked a bit self-conscious and her hands fidgeted with the sleeves of her purple pjs.

“You still look good, bitch, what are you talking about?” Violet told her. “I’m sorry for popping in at such short notice.”

“You know I’m always happy to see you, Violet, and you’re welcome here anytime.” Fame patted her bed to suggest that Violet could sit, so she joined her friend. “What’s going on?  Matthew didn’t give you more trouble did he?”

“No, he’s been pretty decent actually.” Violet paused, not sure if she should talk about what was really bothering her. “I guess I don’t know what I’m feeling right now. I’m a little scared, and I know I’m just overreacting.”

“What do you mean?” Fame seemed really concerned now.

“It’s not a big deal…” Violet tried to keep her friend from overdramatizing the situation. “I just, I found out that my foster parents used to be addicts, and I’m having a hard time reconciling the negativity that comes with those words with Sharon and Alaska, I guess?” Violet sort of regretted opening her mouth. “It’s stupid, I’m being weird, I probably shouldn’t have told you that.”

“Violet, you know you can talk to me.”

For some odd reason, she felt like she could continue. Fame may have been a bit of a talker, but she was also good at listening. “My mom was an addict,” she began. “and my dad probably was too but I never knew him. She used to forget about me all the time, and would spend all our money on drugs. She couldn’t survive without the high and it got her thrown in jail.” Violet explained how she knew that addiction was a strong vice; her mother had tried and failed to get clean many times. “I’m just afraid that even though Sharon and Alaska seem great, anything could happen.” She really didn’t want to lose everything she’d finally gained.

“I get why you’re scared.” Fame said. “You met my mom, right?”

“Yeah…?” Violet spoke tentatively.

“She was an addict too, before I was born. And I’m not trying to say that it’s so easy to get over it, but my mom is normal and supportive now after all these years. She knows how to deal with her tendency towards addiction. I’m sure your foster parents do too.”

“You’re probably right.” Violet appreciated her friend’s words. She just couldn’t help the thoughts of if Dolly, and Sharon and Alaska could overcome such an obstacle, why hadn’t her own mother been able to do the same?

“Not everyone deals with what life throws at them the same way. Some people can overcome it, and others can’t. It doesn’t mean they’re bad people either, it just means they need help.”

That made sense. Alaska and Sharon were there to help each other. Violet hadn’t been the help her own mother had needed.

“Thanks, Fame.” Violet whispered, leaning her head on her friend’s shoulder.

“Thank you for talking to me, Violet. I hope you know that I’m always here for you.”

——-

When Violet got home from dinner at Fame’s she was happy to see that Alaska was up and about the apartment again.

“Hey.” She greeted the teen, who took off her coat and shoes.

“Fame’s mom gave me a ride home.” Violet told her foster mother.

“That’s so nice of her.” Alaska drawled, pausing in the middle of sweeping the floor before speaking again. “I want to apologize for today, and for yesterday. I know Shar talked to you a bit already. I’m sorry that you had to see me like that.”

“It’s ok.” Violet brushed it off. Talking to Fame had made her feel much better about the situation.

“I’m sorry if I scared you. I’m feeling totally good now, but I didn’t want to ignore the fact that it happens sometimes. I’m trying so hard to do this all perfectly, and I apologize in advance for the slip ups I’m sure I’ll make.” Alaska fiddled with the broom handle, betraying her slight nervousness.

“Everyone messes up sometimes. It’s normal, and it’s ok. You really don’t have to apologize.” Violet assured her, and though her voice wasn’t softer than its regular tone, she meant it. It was a little weird to her that she was comforting Alaska, but it seemed to be working.

“I want you to know that both me and Noodles are so happy to have you here. I don’t know if we’ve said that yet, but Violet, you’ve been so wonderful.”

“I’m happy to be here too.”

Alaska reached out her arms to hug her, and Violet gratefully accepted. This was the woman she knew, and nothing had changed.

She headed to her room to do some homework, and as she walked down the hallway she noticed that every light fixture in the whole apartment was brightly lit, such a contrast to that morning. She knew things were going to be ok.

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