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evermourning · 6 months

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𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - lee felix

pairing: lee felix x gn!reader, lovertober entry vii

genre: non!idol au, fluff, royalty!au

wc: 5.9k

warnings: prince!felix, baker!reader, language,

a/n: idk if you can tell, but this one has a bit different of a writing style? this fic is a mini-experiment. tell me how you like it! also, sorry if the ending is rushed, i'm so busy right now and have like no time to write </3

growing up in a fucking castle, felix spent 99% of his life sheltered. he had a strict schedule, one that stuffed all royal training he needed into a day's work? it didn't matter if his muscles were sore from sword fighting and whatnot, it was the same routine, again and again and again.

felix always wished for more.

he knew he was extremely lucky, yes. not everybody is born into a prestigious noble line, and not everybody has a loving family to help them become the person they were destined to be. felix loved his parents and his brothers, but he always longed to see the world.

some days, his mind would drift off to another universe where he could travel the world as he wished. if it were under his control, felix would sail the seven seas. he'd walk along the pristine beaches, the sun kissing his tan skin and the waves lapping against his bare feet calmly. he'd stare with awe at the vibrant, rolling hills and meadows, the snowcapped mountains sprawling across the earth.

it would be such a beautiful sight, felix thought. to see the unrivaled beauty of mother nature at its very finest? he'd only ever seen those sights in his books, hastily scribbled in black ink to create a drab, monochrome image. disappointing.

he never brought these desires up to his parents, of course. he knew he'd be shot down immediately, and he didn't want to seem petulant one bit. but his eldest brother chris, the crown prince, would tell him stories of when he studied abroad.

"it was beautiful, lix! the mountains are so peaceful at night. you can see every star in the sky shining back down at you! the moon is much prettier there than it is from the window of our home. it isn't blocked by anything at all. it's sacred and pristine." chris had said, his warm brown eyes bright and starry.

every single time from that day onwards, whenever felix stared at the moon from his bedroom window, he felt some sense of irritation. what was so special about the moon that it had chris gallivanting off to gaze at it every time it was full? it was just some big fat sphere that glowed. nothing special.

felix decided to find out what the big deal was, as well as explore the kingdom his brother would rule, so he began sneaking out. the first time he successfully did it, he was eleven years old.

his parents had been on some diplomatic trip and his brothers were tasked on watching him. of course, they had other things to do and didn't give two shits that they had to watch their little brother, giving felix the perfect escape route. don't worry, he left a note. it was small and neat. it read:

"the lands outside of this walled city sound very pretty. i'm going to go see them. be back by midnight. - lix♡"

he certainly was eloquent for an eleven year-old. it was probably his noble genes. once he snuck out, he effortlessly navigated the twists and turns of the cobblestone roads. felix slipped out of a small hole in the wall, and was absolutely taken aback by the view in front of him.

there was beautiful green grass, bright and fresh, littered with various types of flowers. all of them were blooming beautifully, the sun's rays reflecting off of them. the hills sloped down to meet at a wide lake with pristine blue waters. as he carefully made his way down, he noticed something peculiar.

someone his age was sitting at the shore of the lake, dipping their small toes into the cool water. he couldn't make out their features from a distance at all. once he got closer, however, he could very clearly make out the appearance of the mystery child.

they were around his age, he determined. and...they were beautiful.

felix knew beauty, yes. his mother was revered as the most beautiful maiden in the kingdom, and she was very humble about it, regardless of her lovely physique and warm eyes.

"remember this, honey." she'd whispered one night, tucking him under the covers in his enormous bed. this was one job she never let the maids do. until the end of time, she'd care for her sons. "true beauty does not just apply to whether or not society thinks someone fits their messed-up standards. true beauty is confidence and self-love, expressing yourself whether it's natural or enhanced by makeup. find someone who radiates the aura of venus herself, and then you can call them truly beautiful."

"but mother," felix began. "venus is merely a cheap copy of aphrodite, and you're our generation's aphrodite! that right there is substantial proof that nobody can outdo you."

felix's mother laughed, an angelic sound leaving her lips.

"no, my boy. you're actually quite wrong there. venus is ethereally special in her own way, she is no cheap copy! when you see an armless statue, you don't think of aphrodite, no, you think of the venus de milo. and the birth of venus? the iconic picture of her standing in all her glory upon that shell? they may be similar goddesses of love and beauty, but they are very different. if you do think of me as aphrodite, which is a lovely compliment, might i add, i guess you'll search for someone like me. however, when you find your venus, keep them for life."

those words appeared in the back of his temporal lobe the first time he saw the little one by the lake.

"hi," he breathed as he sat down beside them. they looked up at him, eyes wide.

"i....know you from somewhere. where do i know you?" they murmured, blinking a few times. "are you a celebrity?"

felix laughed. they were so sweet and funny. their voice was gentle, soft-spoken.

"no...i don't know how you must've seen me....i don't go out much." he decided it'd be best to lie. "and i'm from another country..."

the child laughed heartily, the first remotely loud sound to escape their lips.

"for a foreigner, you're so sweet and kind. we should be friends...what's your name?"

felix kept up his ruse.

"let's use code names! i'll be apollo, cause he's the god of the sun and he's super cool, and you can be venus, cause you're super pretty." he suggested, and their eyes lit up.

"oooh, okay!"

hours and hours passed as felix and his new friend played in the water and upon the fertile land. eventually, the sun began to dip solemnly below the mountain peaks. felix's friend pouted as they realized the time.

"awww...i have to go. my mom and dad are gonna be worried if i'm home too late. will i ever see you again?" they fiddled with the scrap of newspaper hastily tied around their finger, a paper ring to symbolize their friendship with felix, who had an identical one on his ring finger.

"i don't know, i live pretty far away." felix sighed. he knew if the aides told his parents of this adventure of his, he'd be locked away forever. however, the gears in his head started turning, and his eyes soon lit up. "i have an idea! we can be pen pals! we can send each other letters as we grow up together, even though we're apart."

"that sounds so good! you're so smart, apollo." they cooed, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek. "there. it's sealed. that's how my family seals unbreakable promises, anyways."

the way felix looked in the fading rays of light would be burned into their memory as he smiled and dreamy words escaped his lips.

"i swear on my life i'm going to marry you someday. i promise i will."

twelve years passed.

felix stared at himself in the mirror. he'd grown into a fine young man in his eyes. his hair was bleached to a sandy blonde now, wispy and soft in a mullet of some sorts. his eyes were still a deep, soulful brown, though. they still held all kinds of secrets and promises in them. his freckles were just as visible as ever.

every single week for the past decade, felix wrote venus a letter. sometimes, he slipped little presents into the envelopes. it wasn't stupid at all to him, that he was quite enamored over a person he'd met once, because as time went on and he got older, his feelings and emotions developed and matured.

when they were sixteen, venus confessed that they'd developed real feelings and since he had too, he'd accepted their love graciously. now, he eagerly awaited the day he had absolutely no grueling work from his mother or brothers so that he could write.

felix ran up the stairs once lunch with his family ended, his mother, the dowager queen, exasperatedly calling out after him.

"young man, you're twenty-three now! show some etiquette, damn it!" she sighed, eliciting a laugh from chris. ever since the unfortunate passing of their father when the brothers were younger, chris had officially been crowned king. he was benevolent and wise beyond his years, gracing the throne with his brilliant ideas.

the second eldest, minho, was an ingenious and astute strategist with a knack for swordfighting. not only that, he was fawned over by so many of the country's citizens for his dark, mysterious air. (quite frankly, it was all a complex ruse. show minho a cat and he turns into the epitome of a sweetheart.)

because felix was the youngest, he often felt unvalued as opposed to his talented brothers. however, he soon learned that what he lacked in strategy and decision-making council skills, he made up for in generosity, kindness, and beauty. he had inherited his mother's looks and his father's personality, making him the kingdom's golden boy. he was essentially the face of the royal family. when chris' advisors realized this, they deduced that they could take advantage of it.

"prince felix is beloved everywhere he goes! why not give him free rein to travel where he wants?"

felix was rather ecstatic at the news. would he finally see venus again?! however, he came to one puzzling conclusion. he didn't exactly know venus' address or anything. there was a special messenger that delivered messages between them. felix had been paying him handsomely for his services and silence for years. so his mission was to search as if venus was cinderella herself and he held the glass slipper. the letters would be the key to solving this mystery.

he sat down at his desk, pulling out a neat piece of stationary paper and getting to work. he adorned it with cutesy stickers that he knew they loved, and began writing about his week.

"dear venus,

i had a rather uneventful week. i was kept busy, restricting me from sending messages to you. it wounded me. (figuratively, of course) god, the things i would do to feel your lips on mine just once. to kiss you until you can't think of anything else except my name. not apollo, my real birth name. i'd much rather have you adoringly murmur that with your alluring lips. i know, i know. there are barriers between us that i would much rather spend my life trying to take down. but i've been praying to the deities above a lot more recently. i'm praying we meet by chance once more, so i can marry you for real this time. my apologies that my letter is extremely short this week. i'll try to make it longer next time.

all my love and devotion,

apollo."

smiling softly, he pulled a pressed rose from his desk and slipped it into a cream-colored envelope. he then inconspicuously made his way out of his luxurious home to a small, lesser-known postal office on the east side of the capital city.

when he slipped inside, he was greeted with bows and warm welcomes.

"your royal highness," a young woman said, inclining her head kindly. "what do you need?"

felix's lips curled upwards into a charming smile, the woman almost instantly turning into a stuttering mess at the sight of it. she shoved all of the customers out of the shop with a quick "sorry!"

"i need to see changbin."

at the sound of his name, a well-built, muscular man peeked out of the back.

"hi, felix!" he beamed, giving the smaller man a hug. changbin was a longtime friend of felix's. he didn't hold a job at the postal service, he worked as a knight for the royal family, but his sister owned the place and they lived right above it together. since he was incredibly loyal to felix especially, he was the perfect secret messenger for felix and venus. changbin had never seen the mysterious venus, either. all he knew was what postal service in the city to hand it off to. "another letter to your love?"

"shut up." felix said, groaning with mock irritation. "but yeah. i wasn't able to send a message to venus any earlier, so now is the time. can i trust you with this?"

changbin places a saintly hand to his toned chest theatrically.

"of course you can. it'll get to venus in no time."

"great!" felix grinned. he wanted to crush changbin into a bear hug as thanks, but he knew because he was nobility, he had to push down his urges of physical touch. "now, i must be going. i have somewhere i need to be."

your day was nothing short of routinely.

you'd wake up mid-morning and eat breakfast before getting ready for the day. you'd visit the markets for new ingredients and tools and whatnot. and then, the store opened and you got to work.

being the most accomplished and popular bakery in the capital, so much that the royal family shopped there, was an achievement for the record books. you had a reputation to uphold.

at 9:00am, after the periods of time you'd set aside for your shopping and personal hygiene, prep began. you'd make batter, frost cakes and cupcakes, intricately decorate cookies, and put the finishing touches on the pastries. it was grueling, but it was worth it to be doing something you loved.

at 9:30am, your only co-worker, your obnoxious and admittedly amazing cousin named seungmin, came in. as always, he was still yawning and muttering about how he could've been doing anything other than work. you playfully reminded him that it was his choice to work here, and he rolled his eyes while not-so-inconspicuously taste-testing a few of the pre-made delicacies.

"the beignets are much too large." seungmin mused, standing beside you as you artfully doused them in a snowy layer of confectioner's sugar. your hands moved nimbly as you lined them on trays to place neatly inside the glass display cases. at seungmin's words, you frowned.

"what do you mean? they're a perfect size, the customers will be full in no time." you shot back, crouching to slide them into their temporary resting place.

"that's exactly the problem! if you make them smaller, the customers will buy more to fill themselves up. it's a genius marketing plan." you rolled your eyes at his comment, patting him on the shoulder.

"i get that, but we're already pretty well off, minnie. plus, i'm not selling them just for money. this business is to sell delicious treats baked with love, not greed." you reminded him. he sighed, knowing you were right.

at 10:00am, the bakery opened, customers flooding in.

it was always very busy in the mornings, being so critically acclaimed by the public. you were used to being asked all kinds of nonsensical questions by customers of all ages. it was a whirlwind that you loved, and seungmin was so good at customer service, as much as he whined.

at 1:00pm, three hours later, a distinguished guest arrived.

it was the youngest prince of the royal family, felix himself. your cheeks felt warm as he entered in all his glory, surrounded by aides preactically falling over themselves just to assist them. with that beautiful smile of his, he politely asked all but one to wait outside.

"yn, my favorite baker in this country. i hope you're having a lovely day today." he smiled.

"your highness!" you exclaimed, allowing yourself to politely greet him. "what may i get for you? i'm afraid we're running low on fruit tarts, but anything else is completely in stock."

"hmm..." felix mused, trailing a slender yet small finger along the cool glass of the display case. he paused. "i'm afraid my mind is crapping out on me, i can't seem to decide. it all looks absolutely mouthwatering. do you have any recommendations?"

"well, i shared a lemon meringue pie i made with my cousin a few days ago, and it was heavenly, so that's definitely one. i'd also recommend the brownies."

felix tilted his head, a puzzled look upon his pixie-like facial features.

"a...brownie? i apologize, we don't really have those in the caste us nobles reside in. what's in them? i'd assume, erm, chocolate?"

you smiled sweetly. you were about to change his life.

"it's a delicious chocolate confection that's simultaneously cakey and fudgey. i recommend it to you wholeheartedly." you told him to wait patiently for a second or two before slipping into the back to grab a fresh brownie from a cooling rack. placing it carefully onto a small porcelain plate, you brought it back out to the prince. "here, try it."

the room was silent, and the only things you could smell were felix's incredibly strong cologne and the baked goods around you. you watched intently.

cautiously, felix bit into the brownie, expecting it to be tough for the firm feel of the exterior. however, his eyes widened once he tasted the chocolate delight upon his tongue.

"oh my god. how is this so good? you've made it heavenly, yn." his eyes were sparkling with excitement. "i beg of you, you must make more of these! see, it's my brother minho's birthday soon, and we were looking for desserts to bake. please, you have to make some treats for us...wait. i'm the prince of this country, and as your prince, i commend your culinary talents. please, i implore you to come and work an evening or two for us. you'll be rewarded handsomely."

you waited a moment or two, allowing yourself to think his offer through. a little extra money from catering never hurt...

"deal! just have a messenger let me know the details of where and when. thank you so much for granting me this opportunity. i'm excited to do this!" you shook his hand, gasping slightly when you felt the warmth emanating from it. he chuckled in that beautifully rich voice of his. before you could even think anything at all, you felt blood rush to your cheeks.

"i'll order a dozen of those brownies and a key lime pie for my mother, you know how she loves those. and here." out of his pocket, he pulled a handsome wad of paper cash. "i'll pay a little extra. you deserve it."

"you are too kind, your highness." you murmured, taking the money into your hands and staring at it in wonder. "whoever you settle down with will be very, very lucky." your heart filled with longing of your own at your words, but you shook it off.

surprisingly, felix's face fell a bit as well, but it was for a millisecond before his sweet, beaming smile was plastered across his face once more. how odd.

he waved goodbye and left not long after, and seungmin dashed out of the pantry (where he'd been quite conspicuously eavesdropping) and flipped the sign on the door over to say "closed". he eagerly grabbed your hands.

"we are going to be soooo rich! do you know what this means?" seungmin exclaimed, but you were hardly paying attention. it was probably 1:30pm or 1:45pm, meaning the postal service would be coming around. while he was rambling on and on about what he was planning to do with the money, you kept your eyes on what was going on outside the window, searching for a certain dark-haired man wearing a navy uniform. and like clockwork, every week, he showed up at the door, knocking. you practically shoved seungmin out of the way to get to it.

the middle-aged man with kind green eyes gave you a jolly grin as he fished through his leather bag for a cream-colored envelope, the name so foreign yet so familiar signed in calligraphy. "i believe this is yours, my dear." he pressed it into your hands before moving on to the next building.

seungmin raised an eyebrow at you as you slipped the letter into your back pocket.

"and what might that little thing be?" seungmin teased you mercilessly every single time the mailman came, but he didn't have a clue what was really inside the envelope. but he didn't continue to dig once you shot him a look.

you quickly made your way up to your bedroom, where you dove into bed so you could open the envelope and pull out the crisp paper inside. reading apollo's sweet words to you made you want to giggle and roll around, hugging the letter tightly to your chest, but you wanted to reply as soon as possible.

sliding into the seat at your desk, you began drafting a response.

"my dearest apollo,

i too am disappointed for our shortened conversations these few weeks. you're certainly busy, aren't you? unfortunately, i'm about to get much busier as well, so i may struggle in responding too.

your words are filled with so much passion in them i cannot help but feel so desired whenever i read your letters...i wish that i had the ability to love you truly, for my lips to travel the expanse of a body i only saw once in a blue moon. you enchant and enthrall me every single day.

i pray for your utmost health and wellbeing, my love. our lives are picking up and we have to distance ourselves because of it? i truly hope we are not like parallel lines. i need you, apollo. a piece of my spirit resides within you.

i was thinking about us settling down together one day earlier. i hope we meet again, okay? stay safe. i love you endlessly, to the moon and to saturn.

eternally yours,

venus."

the next week, you arrived at the royal castle. it's architecture was exquisite. everything about it screamed nobility and an entire look at me, look at me, i'm rich aura. you were honestly intimidated. how would you navigate it? thankfully, one of the aides dutifully led you to the enormous kitchen we're you'd be operating from.

it had the newest and most high-end equipment, not to mention it boasted numerous ovens that were good quality and cooked fast. it was clean and well-organized. after placing your things down, you decided your next step of action was to go to the market and collect some necessities you didn't bring.

coincidentally, you bumped into felix on the way out.

"where are you going?" he'd asked politely, placing a soft hand on your shoulder to steady himself. he was wearing dark pants and a white linen shirt, an outfit that looked lovely on him. although you'd never admit that out loud. you loved apollo, not some prince you hardly knew...who was incredibly endearing and funny...ugh!

"just down to the market, it's nothing much." you stammered, trying to form coherent words. the face he was making, of interest and peace, made you want to rip your hair out.

"that sounds very nice, yn. may i join you? i've been itching to get out of my home for a bit." he replied carelessly, and you were astounded. why would he ever want to leave a place as grandiose as this? when he saw your expression, he was quick to explain. almost as if he'd read your mind. "don't get me wrong, i'm absolutely blessed to be waking up in a palace like this, but i've been stuck inside it my whole live. as a kid, i almost never was allowed to leave. so now that i have all this freedom, i'm taking advantage of it, yeah?"

that did make more sense, you concluded. and plus, a little company never hurt…

now, you were awkwardly standing beside actual real life nobility as you shopped for flour. fucking flour. the worker's mouth was gaping open (which was actually really funny), stumbling over his words left and right. as of right now, he was begging for felix to take the goods for free.

hm. you could get used to this.

felix's heart was cracking more and more each passing day. standing beside someone as ethereal as you was divine. he'd known you for a year or two, with various meetings and many words exchanged. he felt like he was falling for you.

but he didn't want to hurt venus, still waiting everyday for him to send a letter proposing. a love like his and venus' was embarrassingly finite, he realized. his mother had found his stash of letters, and with a sigh, she'd looked him in the eyes and said words that skewered felix's heart.

"lix, look at me. i love you, and will support you in anything you do. but this isn't going anywhere, dear. you can't marry some kid you met once twelve years ago. think rationally."

so he was looking back at his options, and reevaluating them.

after a strenuous day of shopping and prepping all kinds of baked goods, you clocked out and decided to go on a walk to clear your head. slipping out of a small door on the outskirts of the city, you jogged for a little while until your place of solace arrived on the horizon.

it was the lake you'd visited ever since you were small, the lake where you'd met apollo for the first time. its blue tourmaline waters lapped against the rocky shoreline languidly, a beautiful contrast to the array of wildflowers on the surrounding hills. you took off your shoes once you reached the bottom, your feet comfortable against the smooth stones. you dipped a cautious toe into the water before putting both feet in.

you were ecstatic for the day you'd see apollo waiting for you by it, his ebony hair wavy and well-styled, a loving smile upon his face. perhaps you'd even get married here....

you shook off that thought. it would never happen anytime soon, because your lover was hundreds of miles away and there was nothing you could do about it.

"what a lovely coincidence." felix said from behind you, surprise painted delicately across his features. "i didn't think anyone ever came here. may i...join you?"

you nodded, scooting over a little bit so that he could sit beside you.

"i used to come here all the time as a little kid." you reminisced, laughing softly. "i'd play in the water, lie in the fields...you know."

felix nodded.

"i've been here once or twice when i was younger, but today, i just felt like it. i don't know, there was some string pulling me to it." he murmured.

and you sat there with him in silence, neither person wanting to break the tranquility of the scene. you were starting to lose yourself by staring at him. it was getting harder to stay faithful to apollo, the love of your life who was only ink on parchment when this fallen angel was right in front of you.

felix noticed you staring, and leaned in to teasingly stare back. however, something changed in his expression as his eyes fell to your lips. and before you knew it, he'd kissed you.

it was like asking a question, soft and sweet, waiting for you to decide whether or not you wanted it. and you fell whim to it in the blink of an eye, your hand shakily moving to rest upon his shoulder.

and then, it hit you.

what the hell were you doing? this was a prince, and you loved apollo.

you pulled away, embarrassment written all over your face. you didn't want to look at him. you didn't want to see the confusion and hurt upon his fairy-like features.

"is everything okay?" he asked. "did i do something wrong?"

you shook your head frantically.

"no, of course not! it's just that i've gotten way too ahead of myself. i'm so sorry. i should get going, have a great night." you dashed off, hiding your face in your hands.

everything fell apart after that.

a day or two later, you received a letter from apollo that you'd been dreading since you were making rings out of newspaper scraps as a kid.

"venus, the light of my life, the stars in my sky,

it is with a heavy heart that i must deliver these news to you. for twelve years, i have loved you with everything i have and feel, but our time must come to an end. my mother wants me wed and because you have remained anonymous time and time again, i am afraid i cannot envision a future with you.

i really got to know someone close to me, and now i want them to love me like i've loved you my entire life, forever and evermore. please, i beg of you, i wish we have no hard feelings between us and we may remain friends for a very long time. that's what we were before we were lovers, after all.

i will always look back on our memories with utmost fondness for you. have a lovely life, my dear. i hope you find someone who makes you happy.

all my love,

apollo"

you sobbed into your pillow. night after night. it was affecting you at work, too. losing someone you loved eternally hurt. did he somehow know about your kiss with the prince? that couldn't be possible. you shook it off, rubbing the dark circles under your eyes.

however, felix began visiting you a lot more, one thing that was making your day better bit by bit. sometimes he'd bring little gifts, like a flower or some trinket he said "reminded him of you". and with each loving present, you felt more butterflies appear in your stomach.

you didn't want to move on so quickly, but it was some sort of coping mechanism while you were reeling from apollo's betrayal.

day by day, things got easier, and you got closer with felix. you were something more than "friends" now, but you felt an aching pang in your chest every time felix was remotely kind to you.

you were eating dinner with felix one starry night, wearing nice clothes you'd never even dreamed of being tangible when he cleared his throat.

"um, yn...i have a question." he asked awkwardly, and you tilted your head in confusion. "how do you deal with...ending things with someone you really care about?"

you wanted to sob. how ironic that he asked you that.

"it's really hard. you tell yourself you're fine, that what's past is past, but then the littlest things tick you off and you want to scream and cry. it's hard to explain, but you never really get over them."

he shook his head, sighing.

"i get it. see, i love that i'm getting to know you, but i'm still hung up on my first love. my mother told me that a relationship with them was going nowhere...since we were simply pen pals and nothing more...i wanted to say all these horrid things to her but i couldn't and you were already making my feelings all askew. so...yeah. look, i truly care about you, i really do...but-" you didn't need to hear anymore.

"was your pen pal named...venus, by any chance? and when you sent them messages, were you under the pseudonym of apollo?" you asked quietly, praying that you were right. if not, you were about to make a huge fool out of yourself.

felix's face paled.

"how do you know about that? did changbin say something to you?" he asked frantically. the tears began flooding from your eyes as you wept with happiness. you were ashamed of your oblivious eyes, but now, you knew apollo's identity and everything was going to be okay. "what?! did i say something to make you sad? i'm so sorry..."

"no, no...it's just that...i'm venus. i'm the one you've been writing to all these years." felix's jaw dropped. "if you don't believe me, i can lead you myself to my bedroom and show you the stacks of letters, each and every one. your latest one, to the first one you sent as a little boy. and...i guess since i'm not anonymous anymore, you can marry me..."

felix wrapped you in his arms tightly, beginning to cry tears of absolute joy.

"i'm so sorry i ever thought about leaving you for well, yourself? but this was such a stroke of fucking luck. looking at you now, you really do embody the name venus. you're so stunning..." you wiped his tears with the back of your hand, capturing his lips in a loving, intimate kiss twelve years in the making.

you had been waiting your entire life for this day.

beautiful arches and tables were set up by the clear blue lake, tents looming over ecstatic guests. you took a deep breath, looking in the mirror at yourself. you were wearing shades of white in a beautifully intricate outfit that probably cost more than your entire house. seungmin stood beside you, smiling mischievously.

"who knew you were out gallivanting with a prince? what really was in those letters? was he like- trying to seduce you in noble terms?" you rolled your eyes, gifting seungmin with a playful jab to the shoulder. he yelped. "you can't accost me like that! what would the royal family say?"

you smiled, and the melodious sound of an orchestra beginning to play the wedding march signaled your cue to begin walking. seungmin was your closest family, so it was only natural he was to be the one who gave you away.

as you walked down the flower-littered aisle, your arm tightly around seungmin's, you couldn't help but feel a little misty-eyed. but seeing your prince standing at the altar, a flower the color of blue tourmaline tucked into his lapel, you knew that the road ahead of you was going to be somewhat smoother.

"you're absolutely gorgeous, you know that?" he'd whispered into your ear once you reached where he stood. "so damn perfect. i'm absolutely blessed to call you my own."

once the ring-bearer arrived as well, holding two lovely matching rings, you slipped felix's ring onto his finger with shaky hands at the same time as he slid yours on. he tutted, reaching into his pocket.

"one more thing before we truly do this." he said with delight, pulling out of his pocket two paper rings made of newspapers. they were yellowed with age, and crinkled but in a great condition. "it might not fit you now that you're all grown up, but it might be nice to keep."

maybe miracles really could happen, after all.

taglist: @darkypooo , @hyunbae-35 , @kpopmenace143 , @stateofdelicategrace , @elizaschuyler18 , @lillithathecat , @imastraykidsfan , @nightimescapes , @mal-lunar-28

#ren writes!! <3 #evermourning #stray kids #skz #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #lee felix #felix skz #lee yongbok #yongbok skz #felix x reader #yongbok x reader #lovertober <3

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maomaosmother · 3 years

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Mao Mao Secret Halloween 2021

Greetings, Mao Mao community!

It's that time of year once more! I know this hiatus has been a long one, but I hope this event will keep the community a bit more active. I am very happy to be hosting our third annual Mao Mao Secret Halloween event!

In case you don't know what a Secret Halloween is, it's like Secret Santa, but with a spooky theme instead. You will be exchanging gifts to one another anonymously!

Of course, there are still very important rules attached to this. PLEASE read this whole thing before submitting your wishlist in the comments, and feel free to spread word! The more the merrier!

1. This is the most important thing: Do not tell ANYONE who you're making a gift for. Nobody is supposed to know until your submission is complete and posted! If you have any personal issues with who you get, please message me.

2. You need to fill out the wishlist COMPLETELY in order to be registered into the entry list. Please provide details and links to character references, specific poses, etc. Whatever will help the artist/writer understand what you want! Don't be afraid to share your exact wishes!

3. You cannot make changes to your wishlist once the entries close, which will be September 25th. Message me if you need to change something before then.

4. If you are going to enter this event, PLEASE be mindful that you need to have your entry submitted before or on October 31st. If you know you're going to be busy on the day of Halloween, please upload it beforehand. If you're seriously struggling with mental health, or you feel unsure that you'll be able to complete this, please take care of yourself first and do not apply. Dropouts may happen in emergencies, but I'd like to keep that from happening as much as possible.

5. Put in as much effort into your gift as you can! Everyone's style and skill is different, but we can tell what's rushed and what isn't. DO NOT submit traced or stolen artwork. It cannot be drawn over official artwork, either. If you are a writer, please try to write at LEAST 500 words! Nobody wants only a paragraph of their request, it needs to have effort as well.

6. Everybody will be paired at random, but artists and writers will be in their own categories. YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ARTIST OR WRITER, EVEN IF YOU DO BOTH. That way, an artist will give and receive artwork, while a writer will give and receive a oneshot/short story. I do this because it seems the most fair to participants. If you have any complaints about the gift you receive, please message me privately.

7. PLEASE tag me in your entry so I know you did it! And of course, tag the person you're giving the gift to, so they can see their request and know who they got their gift from!

8. OCs are allowed, as well as pairings ( Canon/Canon or OC/Canon ). But two things to keep in mind: It all must be Halloween related, so please don't try to make it all about romance. Also, if you use an OC, please describe them as much as you can, so the receiver can capture their personality.

9. Have fun and treat everyone with respect! Also, please be aware that I'm only one person with college and other events occurring at the same time. If I make any mistakes, please correct me. If you're still confused about how any of this works, feel free to message me and I'll do my best to answer any of your questions.

Now that you've read the rules, you may enter this event by simply filling out this wishlist in the comments! PLEASE REBLOG THIS POST WITH YOUR FILLED OUT WISHLIST. I can keep track of people who entered easier this way.

Username:

Are you an artist or a writer?:

If an Artist, will you be drawing digitally or traditionally?:

Details on your request(must be Halloween related):

Character(s):

If needed, would you be available to draw/write for another person, in case of an urgent dropout?:

Anything else that you would like to add?:

All entries will close September 25th. You will receive the user, along with their wishlist, that you're making a gift for in your private messages soon afterwards.

I am very excited to see how the event goes for this year! Even if you aren't participating, feel free to spread the word about it.

Special big thanks to @chex-nix for this wonderful Mao Mao cover artwork 💕

#mao mao #mao mao heroes of pure heart #mmhoph #mao mao fandom #secret halloween #secret halloween 2021 #mao mao secret halloween #mmsh2021 #fun fact: all entries will be reblogged and put in these secret halloween tags!

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duckieeart · 3 years

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Victor’s - Moody Date

Hello! This is my entry for @little-butterfly-writes ‘s Contest . It’s my first time writing and I really enjoyed the process of it, enjoy reading this date!

Fandom: MLQC - Victor Li x Duckie (Mc)

Genre : jealousy jealousy jealousy , comfort , Filled with romance ( fluff)

Word count : 3,309

As If its not obvious enough to everybody.

I have feelings towards my boss, victor Li. I did fall in love with a person that I know i can’t reach even if i had him in my wildest dreams. I all i am wishing for is that no one know about these hidden feelings hoping that i will be able to maintain the decision i took and forget about him, But unfortunately things goes unplanned after I experienced certain feeling. jealousy .

If Kiki , Anna , the rest of my friends and colleagues found out about my secret feelings including the letters I wrote about victor secretly , I would get in big trouble , what letters you may ask? It’s simple. Basically, when i feel like I can’t control the love i feel towards him . I write down all my feelings in a letter and hide it somewhere , i got this idea from a movie i watched last year. At first , I haven’t thought not in a million years that I would use this idea and especially writing my unwanted feelings towards my CEO ,Aka victor li .

He was very strict and seemed to be very rude, i used to hate on him . He isn’t my type in men plus we’re completely different. Its not a big surprise since he is the CEO of an worldwide successful company ,LFG.

Just to clarify our differences. He made his company from the beginning meanwhile me, A young lady who inherited a show from her father once she Graduated from college. I didn’t even have an experience in life or the business field.

Everything were so difficult to me and it felt like an endless maze , the fact that I have him as my investor was like a miracle . Not only that but he really take good care of me . He is older in age , with a mature mindset . I am just young reckless, hesitant and inexperienced girl who just got a big position and so naive comparing to what she is responsible for .

I thought alot about giving up but victor make me change my mind and Instead of giving up he gave me the motivation to challenge him , i was in the mood to show him and prove to him that i can take the harsh responsibilities like an adult And be someone who is trust worthy enough to have his five hundred million investment in my show .

With time, i fall in love with him. And with everyday goes by it only grows bigger and bigger than the day before. The more i try to hide my feelings. The more it becomes obvious . When he confessed his feelings to me that day in the rooftop. I was beyond happy. I couldn’t sleep that day. But I quickly get back to the harsh reality, and remembered the huge gap between us, Victor deserve someone near to his position. Not me, comparing to him i am just a crybaby who rant about submitting reports and dealing with the deadlines every week .

But one day, I don’t know what’s goes inside my brain . I couldn’t even control my own body. When i found out that Victor would go to the awards banquet with another woman, I stopped thinking and I couldn’t care less about how weird i am behaving with my colleagues . In that night , i saw victor leaving the fancy banquet hall with another woman.

She looks way more mature and wiser than me. To put it in simple words she has everything i lack, and to my unfortunate luck. She does everything way better than me . And tonight , I witnessed My heart sinking in the ground. Its like i just got drenched in icy cold water in this snowy weather . I drank Alot . Wine, whiskey and even brandy . I couldn’t even recognize the bitterness in them . I just drink to be numb and ease my heart.

When the banquet came to an end ..

“ you two can head home first, its late . The weather is pretty today so i just want to walk and be alone for some time “ I spoke with a shaky voice tone, then left after grabbing my hand bag from the table.

“ whats wrong with our boss? She’s has been acting weird these few days especially today” Kiki spoke to anna.

Anna were worried as well , she just shrugs in confusion replying to kikis question.

“ i have never seen her like that before!” Anna added

“ it’s dangerous to let her be alone !, we can’t just leave her there! “ kiki said

“ she wanted time to get her self together, I think its very inappropriate for us to interrupt her wishes . * she smiled * Don’t worry minor would keep his eyes on her from afar “ Anna said while patting Kiki s shoulder gently to comfort her .

After leaving them. i rushed to the back beautiful garden to try and process everything happened tonight , the scenery were amazing but I couldn’t focus and appreciate it , I started regretting what i did, I shouldn’t push him away acting dumb and slow from the beginning. I love him more than anything, I admit i am very jealous and I don’t know how to deal with it because its my first time feeling this way about someone. I have never wanted someone as much I do for Victor.

These feelings were so exhausting to bear alone ,I was so hopeless that i even shared my story anonymously in tumbler with people but everyone advised me to stay away and forget about him for endless reasons. Yeah, they were right. But..

I also can’t… I CANT STOP LOVING HIM AND GIVE UP ON THIS . people wont have mercy on us and our relationship since we are a boss and worker in love but now seeing this . Realizing I might lose him forever. I don’t care, seeing him taking care of a random woman and accompanying her in the banquet really make me rethink about everything and even that thoughtful decision i took and was so confident about . I decided to head to the parking section for cars to follow them. I started running like crazy .

“GOD PLEASE PLEASE LET ME MAKE IT , PLEASE DONT LET THEM LEAVE TOGETHER ! . PLEASE.. I CANT LOSE HIM THIS TIME” i said begging .

I can lose anything and everything, but not him. I can’t lose Victor!

Because no one loved me like he did And I can’t imagine falling in love again with a different man.

Suddenly my foot slipped and i fall.

The expensive pair of high heel that i brought got ruined too. One of them broke But I couldn’t stop here! Im still in the middle of the way . My legs started be numb and it hurt a little because these shoes were new too , But I didn’t care, I can’t lose the path that can lead me to them! I still have to find Victor!

When i reached to the cars parking space , I couldn’t find them…

My nose suddenly started to burn and my eyes started sweating?, i decided to go back inside the banquet and sit . I couldn’t find chair there so I went to sit the corner on the stairs like a lost child. I started to cry heartily like a baby who lost her parents . But for me comparing to the baby I lost everything, I lost Victor..

My body is shaking and I couldn’t stop the thoughts in my mind. My mind went wild and started to even imagining how they would look together in the church . Kissing each other passionately after announcing them as a husband and wife. My heart suddenly started to beat so fast and I began to struggle breathing , while sobbing quietly.

Suddenly i felt a warm coat landed on my head, shoulders and has familiar manly scent ..

my face were swallowed, especially my eyes and nose. I was slow to react and realizing that this coat belongs to him…. And only him. Victor..

I felt strange feeling , i was happy and relieved that i was able to meet him again.. and that happiness give me strange feelings in my tummy . I believe that’s what they call “butterflies in the stomach” , I felt really warm. I don’t think it’s because of that coat. But him. Who give them his scent and body temperature

“ * sigh helplessly at the view* Dummy.. what are you doing here in this condition ? Don’t you know it’s dangerous area, especially in this hour? What if someone came for you ? Or even decided to kidnap you ,taking you away ? What are going to do? I searched everywhere for you and I couldn’t find you its like you weren’t in this earth from the beginning , WHERE THE HECK YOU WERE??? ………. But most importantly are you okay? Did something happen?……… Duckie , are you crying? “

my eyes couldn’t stop the tears from coming out when he were talking in such an sharp voice, he was really worried so he was furious to see me in such a state alone , but when he noticed that i was crying so hard, sniffing and wiping my eyes his voice turned so soft and calm

he grabbed my hands and hold them between his hands to warm them up

I refused to talk or face him because i wasn’t looking at my best right now, he just kneeled down to my level like prince charming and looked at me, he noticed how swallowed and red my face are.. he reached with his hands to hold my cheeks while massaging my under eyes

“ do they hurt A lot? “ he said quietly ,

I nodded while looking in the ground, my eyes fell upon his shoes trying to avoid his glare.

“If you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine too. Lets go home first … its getting late” he said..

I nodded because i was too tired to reply using sentences . I stand and remembered my broken heels and slightly injured foot.

Before I could explain, Victor carried me bridal style , I didn’t needed to explain anything. I felt warm , safe and happy, that I forget that I’m being held between his arms . I gave up to the warm sensation and fall asleep.

Victor put me in his car gently , wrapping my body with his big coat then went to grab hot tea and body warmers from the super market near by.

i took some time to wake up, when i wake up i was still in his car , the car was really warm. I didn’t find Victor on the driver seat so i looked outside.

i saw him tapping on his tablet working and answering calls . I also noticed that we’re near the sea and its 12am . I took my time appreciating the view , then i knocked at the window. Victor saw me and returned to the car.

“ you wake up, how do you feel now ? “ he asked with a soft voice

“ i am better now , sorry for making a scene back there. I was really upset about something so i was drunk , angry and upset thats why I decided to be alone , sorry i worried you and caused you trouble “i said while looking into his eyes.

“ dummy… And why did you drink? “ he said angrily ..

“ please don’t be mad i was just so upset, can’t you just allow me to drink only this time?” I said

“ yes, i am angry at you… but also glad to see you safe and better. After all , i can’t ask for more from dummy like you” victor said then poked the tip of my nose lightly with his fingers , after that he patted my head gently, smiling at me .

“ its late, let’s head home” he said

After few minutes driving i realized that we are in different path and its unfamiliar to me.

“ where are we going “ i asked hesitantly ..

“ to My home” he said

“ to your home??”

“Well, only if your apartment was nearby like my home. Its late already, just sleep tonight in my house” he said calmly

I nodded in agreement.

After few minutes we arrived.

Victor opened the door for me , i entered inside . His home was big but also felt so warm and cozy . Victor turned to face me “ go and take a hot shower, then dry your hair. Don’t get cold. I asked them to prepare you clothes. If you need anything ask me “ he said

i went to the room. It was big as expected and has a fancy bathtub. After i finished showering and preparing for bed. When i was about to head to sleep, I suddenly heard knocks on my door .

“Get in “ i said

The door was opened and it was victor, he was wearing his classic black pjs

“ as expected, you didn’t even dry your hair yet you headed to sleep anyways“ he said..

“What if you get cold?” He added

He went to grab a hairdryer from the drawer . Then turned to face me

“ come here” he said

I understand what he want so i sit and give him my back. He started to dry my hair, touching my hair so gently. After he finished drying my hair he took a hair tie and started to tie my hair.

“ there’s something I wanted to say to you” he said

“ hmm? “ I replied

“ i will get to the point “ he said

“ I might not know what exactly that got you so bothered like that , but you must know that there are a lot of circumstances in the world that are out of our control. The causes and reasons behind every circumstance is complicated. In a world where it’s impossible to know everything, it’s normal that we experience things we cannot understand and find difficult to accept. Even so, we have to accept it. There are many ways to accept it. Crying is also one of them. However, only for one night. ( he took my hand that was planning on reaching my face)…. And don’t rub your eyes, it will be better if you leave it and take a good sleep “ he added .

After leaving, he leaned to kiss my head .

“ good night “ he said

“ wait! “ i said

His eyes locked into mine , waiting for me to say what I want to say.

“ why did you went to the banquet, with her? “ i couldn’t stop my curiosity so i asked him .

He chuckled quietly then pinned my chin forcing me to look at him..

“ you jealous? “ he said

A bold idea came up to me ,

“Yes..i am! “ I didn’t wasted time and answered his question seriously.

He was frozen in his place , stopped chuckling and has a surprised face expression .

I gathered all my courage to say the three most difficult words ..

“ i love you victor! “ i said , while looking into his face..

then reached to his face and give him a quick peck on his lips ..

“ don’t make me feel this way again, I hate it !“ i said and then went for another kiss . But He didn’t kiss me back , still surprised by my bold move.

“ when i saw how you looked to her when she was talking to you . You were smiling while and looking into her eyes , I wondered if you ever started to lose your feelings towards me , i was really scared of losing you.. i even started to imagine how you would look in your groom suit .. standing beside her in front of everyone… i was so scared “ my voice cracked at the end.. i felt the tears forming in my eyes

“ I really… really don’t want to lose you . I did my research about her, She won countless times and even has the f-“ my speech were cut off with his hot kiss .

He closed his eyes and rested his one hand on the back of my head and the other on my neck.

He pulled his lips away from mine when he noticed how i was struggling to breathe.

“ … you talk too much” he said while maintaining his sharp eyes on me.

“Since when you had these thoughts on that little brain of yours? Instead of using it on useless things, apply this effort and worry about your unfinished weekly report instead. You thought I haven’t noticed how distracted you were ?“ Victor said.

“ relax dummy , Lili is just an older sister to me. She asked if i can company her since her husband on business trip outside china. Lili is busy in work but also dealing with three kids at the same time. I was just helping her manage the deal she had with SJ company , you don’t have to worry that little head of yours on such matters “ victor added.

“ Duckie, i searched for you, and luckily after 10017 years i was able to meet you again. The little head of yours could never imagine how bad I wanted to see that silly smile of yours again. I waited for so long , and you better make it up to me. In other words , Be mine” victor said , while holding my left cheek and went for another breathless kiss ..

“ i —-love —-you——-, Dummy “ he said between his kisses ..

“ don’t close your eyes, look at me when iam talking to you. You know that i love when you’re bold with me, right?” he said smiling at me then slightly biting my lower lip ..

“I was so happy when i met you, in the end of the banquet . I thought you went with her“ i said while having a big silly smile on my face

“ There is only one thing you should be happy about……. It has always been you and only you” he said while looking at my eyes and holding my hot blushing cheeks in his big hand .

After making out sessions for straight two hours , he lay me down on the bed pulling the quilt over my body.

“ go to sleep, and NEVER think about theses useless matters . if you want to ask me something Just ask me directly ... Goodnight dummy” he said ..

“Good night” i replied softly

He smiled then give me a final forehead kiss and went outside the room after dimming the lights ..

In the next day i went to LFG to submit my weekly report , suddenly i received a call from Kiki

“ boss, i made a surprise for you!! you are going to thank me for it . Don’t overthink about it, and just enjoy the surprise” she said while giggling in mischievous manner.

She closed the call, i was nervous and curious at the same time but I didn’t pay much attention on that because I didn’t have much time left, i have weekly report to submit! . I hurried to victors office and luckily I arrived on time but I found my secret love letters has been opened on victors office already and he had one of them on his hand , taking his time reading it while drinking his coffee ..

he noticed me standing near the door , surprised and embarrassed . Victor smirked in anticipation

“ You have a lot of explainings to do , Producer Duckie “ he said while giving me smirky face

what a Great start to my day.

The End

Thank you for reading, see you next time!

#恋与制作人 #love and producer #evol x love #mlqc #mlqc li zeyan #mlqc victor #love victor #victor x reader #mlqc fanart #mlqc fanfic #mlqc date #mr love queen's choice #victor #little butterfly writes contest #little butterfly writes contest submission

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min-youngis · 4 years

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endear - j.jk

banner made by me with a lot of fun, some love and an absolute lack of skill, training or prior experience can u tell idt you can tell

~ Pairing : Jeon Jungkook x Reader (ft. roommate! Yoongi)

~ Genre : Fluff, Humour Sprinkled In Like Garnish

~ Rating : G for General

~ Summary : The new hire sounds like an angel and looks like one too.

PROMPT - Person A and Person B work together in a high end hotel, Person B has a crush on Person A who happens to be the lounge singer.

~ Word Count : 1.9k

~ Warnings : swearing

~ A/N : this was written for @btswritingcafe's promptly yours workshop and it was super fun!

i'd love to hear feedback, spread the love!

masterlist in my description.

~~~

“If you’re done ogling him, maybe clear up table 13?”

You jump at Yoongi’s dry voice behind you, flustered at being caught. Again.

With a defensive and not entirely convincing ‘I wasn’t ogling,’ you scurry away to do your job, regretfully leaving behind the vantage point you’ve begun to perch yourself in increasingly often, from where you get a lovely, uninterrupted view from the restaurant into the adjoining lounge.

It’s a recent habit. You weren’t always inclined to peek through the small gap in the distant curtain from behind the wooden stand with the menus and cutlery, but the entry of a certain black-haired, doe-eyed lounge singer has changed all of that.

Ever since Yoongi (and Hobi and Joon and Tae) figured out that you keep slowing down at random places of the restaurant while carrying plates or menus, just so you can linger a little bit longer whenever you get a good view, he's stopped sending you to serve at the lounge entirely, preferring to assign you tables that are inside the main dining hall, as far away from the fluttering curtains as possible. You know it’s revenge for that one time you accidentally spilt coffee on his white hoodie that you had borrowed, but really, this seems like a bit of an exaggerated reaction. He already made you apologise while standing outside the apartment door, refusing to unlock it until you promised to do the dishes for a week.

You make sure to aim a scowl at him as you return the plates to the kitchen as you see his smug, knowing grin. Because despite the fact the he, and everybody else, is perfectly aware about your...er, fascination with the new hire, you’ve always only ever replied to their taunts and teasing with, “No, I don’t,” and, “You’re being delusional,” and the ever so common, “I’m not staring.”

You’ve got a big, fat crush on Jeon Jungkook, but you’ll die before you say that out loud.

And Yoongi takes every chance he gets to rub it in.

“Want to swap with Joon, Y/N? Spend some time manning the lounge so you can breathe the same air as the new kid?”

“We're all already breathing the same air, stupid,” you mutter as you collect cutlery to lay table 13 again, trying hard not to look up at the curtains that you know will give you that glorious glimpse and to not let the excitement at the prospect of being in the lounge for a while show in your voice.

“So you don’t want to go to the lounge,” Yoongi hums thoughtfully, handing you the napkins.

Passing by with a tray full of empty plates, Tae says with a scoff, “Of course she wants to go to the lounge. That’s where the love of her life is.”

“Fuck off, Tae,” you bite out before stalking out onto the floor so you can arrange the table for the next diner.

When you’re back, Yoongi continues, now all business, “I’m serious, though. You have the lounge for the next two hours, until we close up.”

As haughtily as you can, masking the shy excitement you feel at the prospect, you primly nod before making your way to the curtains, steps measured. You ignore Namjoon's wink as you cross paths, pushing the fabric back and stepping into the lounge.

The air here is always rarefied. Instead of scattered wooden tables and chairs, there are plush couches and low-rise platforms in front of them, all slightly inclined towards the small stage at one end of the room. A stage that you’re now looking at, flapping curtain directly behind you.

You stand in position, finally seeing more than half his face or a single arm, finally hearing him sing the way he deserves to be heard for the first time this night. His sweet voice had drawn him to you in the first place. The way he looked had been a bonus.

Not that you’ve ever told him that. Or spoken a word to him other than harried greetings in the evenings when you accidentally (or not-so-accidentally) run into him, and awkward small talk.

He’s singing one of his signatures now, one of those melodious ballads that make you think of comfortably warm nights with fireflies lighting up an unforgiving darkness, and unnecessarily making you want to spend those with him. He doesn’t see you, gaze fluttering around the room as he sings with a voice like honey, making eye contact with appreciative patrons. He was a good hire.

You’re drawn out of your staring by Jimin behind the bar on your right calling out, “Y/N, I hate to interrupt your little love fest, but this goes to table 4.”

Blushing furiously, you rush to the counter and take the tray in your arms, dropping a quick apology before carrying the drinks to the table.

You have to rely on your listening skills for any semblance of contact with Jungkook for the next two hours. The floor is busy and you’ve been caught too many times today to stop and stare again. Except for one memorable incident where he breaks his sultry, smooth character for a split second when your eyes meet and he gives you a flash of a wide grin that sends you nearly tripping on air with a tray full of empty glasses balanced in your hand, you stay resolutely away.

Until you can’t.

You’re wiping down your last table as Hobi, Tae and Joon say their farewells, Yoongi closing up shop at the back when you hear the clearing of a throat behind your hunched over frame.

You think it’s your roommate come to tell you to hurry up, that the later it gets, the more likely you are to run into the couple that lives next door that always comes home drunk at times like these. Not that you have anything against that, it just gets a little inconvenient when they decide to very aggressively make out in the snail paced lift that the four of you end up having to share.

But it’s been a long day, and you’re just a little (read: quite) peeved at being teased so much, and you don’t bother turning around, only deigning to respond with a curt ‘I’m almost done.’

You get silence in reply, but the shadow in front of you makes it clear that he hasn’t moved. Annoyed at the mind games he seems to be playing, you give the table one last run-down before turning around swiftly with a huff while saying, “Listen, so what if I like Jungkook, can you just let it g – Oh, shit.”

The visibly nervous man in front of you, one palm behind his neck as the other hand hangs suspended aimlessly in the air, as if he were about to tap you on the shoulder, is decidedly not your little shit roommate.

Jungkook's arm comes down limp, and your eyes are drawn to his fingers that slightly flex. You’re not sure what to categorise what you’re feeling as exactly.

Embarrassment? Shyness? A little short of breath at being this up close? Irrational annoyance at Yoongi?

All you know for certain is that for somebody who’s spent a majority of her free time in the last two weeks thinking about Jungkook’s eyes, you’re having a mighty hard time meeting them just now.

“Uh, hey!” you start, falsely cheery, hoping that for your sake, he may gloss over the fact that you basically just admitted to your disgusting affliction towards him. The rag in your hand has likely never been through a wash cycle as intense as the nervous wringing you’re giving it right now.

He’s a nice guy, yeah? He won’t make things awkward.

“You...you like me?”

Your eyes snap up from the hard gaze you had at the bottle of Grey Goose behind the bar, beyond Jungkook’s shoulder. His face is closed, sort of masked, and you can’t fathom how uncomfortable you’ve probably just made him.

Your mouth is running before you can even begin to decide what to reply with. With a short giggle that’s unconvincing even to you, you respond, “That was- uh, a joke. Yeah, it was a running thing that Yoongi and I have. You don’t have to worry, I was just kidding, I promise.”

You wish there was a wall nearby you could hit your head on. Even the table behind you would do. Or Jungkook’s chest. You aren’t blind or immune to the way the restaurant mandated starchy white shirt under the black tuxedo stretches across his frame. You have, after all, been looking respectfully.

“I’m not worried.”

Once again, you’re pulled from your purely angelic thoughts with a start. His expression has a sort of restrained glee to it, his eyes glittering with reeled in hope.

“Huh?”

And now, suddenly, he’s shy again, not meeting your confused gaze. With a start, you realise that your mouth is agape and clamp it shut, heartbeat pounding in your ears.

“I’m not worried, that'd be kind of perfect. Fits right in with my plans, actually. I keep thinking I’ll ask you out but I keep chickening out, and then today afternoon Tae told me you had a thing for me but I thought he was just pulling my leg, because you always seem so focused at work and you stopped coming out to this part of the restaurant often, and I really didn’t think you thought of me in the same way-“

“Yes.”

He stops partway through his confused, meandering, undeniably cute ramble, his mouth still open mid-word at your shy but firm interruption. Your grin's been growing little by little as he’s been talking, and you’re fighting hard to not show teeth.

Really, best to put the boy out of his misery. And yours.

“Yes?” he asks, head cocked to the side in adorable confusion.

“Yes,” you reply decisively, nodding your head in determination, voice stronger this time, grin settling into something softer, shyer as you take in his mirrored smile and the clearing of doubt in his eyes.

His grin grows, and foolishly, ridiculously, the only thing you can think of at this specific moment is the You so fuckin' precious when you smile meme.

You’re about to say something, anything, but your mouth hasn’t been the most cooperative lately, so maybe it’s for the best that Yoongi ducks into the lounge from behind the partition curtain then, effectively making you and Jungkook break the shaky, nervous, rose tinted eye contact.

He pauses at the threshold, taking in the muted excitement in both of your eyes and the fidgeting of your fingers around the cloth that you’re still holding.

And then, with his customary drawl, “Ready to go, Y/N?”

His words indicate calmness, boredom. But you know him well enough to realise that he’s already caught on that something’s happened and he’s just a sucker for gossip.

Nodding jerkily, you look back up at Jungkook.

“Uh, see you around?” he says, and you can see embarrassment, annoyance and rueful settlement in his eyes in quick succession when he finishes his sentence.

Giggling, you reply, “Absolutely.”

With one last wave, he grabs his bag from a nearby table and walks out the door, steps too measured to be casual and shoulders stiff in an attempt to look cool.

From your left, Yoongi's voice makes you dart back to the active realisation that he’s still here.

“Careful, you look at him any fonder and you’ll be crying tears of honey.”

“Careful, you tease me anymore and you’re getting no information.”

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write-1t-bop-1t · 3 years

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Crashed and found

Entry for the secret shifters G/T Fanfic swap @secret-shifters

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Gift for: @syndicate-speck https://syndicate-speck.tumblr.com/

Tiny astronaut crash lands on a giant planet or vice versa, sci-fi gulliver's travels style

Triggers/tropes to avoid: Spiders, I guess

Relationship types to avoid: None per se, feel free to go ham (but keep it sfw obviously)

Fluff or angst: No preference

I take a deep breath, running my hand through my hair and ruffling it around before breathing out and spinning in my chair to face the screen, reaching out my hand to press record,

“Hello again everybody, Ryan Harte here for log number 637, day 453 at 6:23pm Eastern time. Everything on board the ship has been running smoothly as always, no further difficulties involving the damaged engine. Alexander was able to complete the repairs with no further issue. We are a few days away from the designated drop zone, planet classification #677, and will be ready for retraction shortly after.”

I give another short sigh as I record my report, having done this almost everyday for the past year and a half. It gave time meaning, and at least it was something to do other than annoy my travel partner. I look back at the screen, smiling up at it.

“I can’t believe long it’s been…. I can’t wait for my paycheck when I get back to earth,” I say, giving a little laugh to myself.

“There is currently nothing to report on the mission, and the current planet objection is in visual range from the ship. We should-”

I get cut off from my video when the door to my room opens with a loud whoosh noise, startling me as I almost fall out of my chair, letting out a less than manly squeak of surprise.

I look over to see my travel buddy, Alexander, standing at my door with a bored expression.

“Oh, were you doing one of your diary entries again, pipsqueak?”

He says with a teasing tone, making my face turn red as I grab something off the floor and chuck it at him.

“Shove it! It’s not a diary and you know that!”

I grumble, throwing more things at him while he laughs to himself. He surrenders, putting his hands up to guard his hair, the long black strands now slightly frizzy from having collided with whatever I could have reached for moments before. He laughs again before going back to exit my room before stopping and leaning back in,

‘Well, whenever you're done with your ‘Not-Diary’, I need you to come to the front of the ship. We’ve got better visuals on the planet and I need to talk to you about it, alright?”

He says, looking at me expectantly. I quickly nod and make a shooing motion with my hands to get him to leave quickly. He laughs again before leaving me alone in my room once more. Once he leaves, a large smile breaks out on my face, as I bounce lightly with excitement. This is my first ever, real life space recon mission.

After getting into the space program at 16, with a scholarship in science, I’d always wanted to get into recon and the exploration field. I Graduated with honors at age 18, along with Alexander who graduated from ship repairs and navigation, one of the top in his class.

The planet we were headed to was said to show signs of holding valuable resources which I am supposed to gather and bring back with us to earth. Nothing was really known about the planet itself, as no one besides us has ever been this close to it. All that was really known is its size, estimated to be around 1000x bigger than our sun. But since no one knows much about it, we are being paid very handsomely once we get back home in the next year. I can’t wait to see my dad again.

I smile back at the camera,

“Well, as you heard, we are soon approaching the planet, and I am needed for the evaluation. This is Ryan Harte signing out. Love you dad!”

I say before stopping the recording and pressing the send button, to send the message back to earth’s space station, as well as so that they could send it to my dad so he knows everything was okay up here. I never want him to worry about me, so I make sure to record these often.

After sending I quickly jump up, grabbing a simple gray hoodie that had previously been thrown at Alex and throw it over my head before dashing out of the room towards the front of the ship, looking like a kid in a candy store.

My old shoes squeak against the metal as I reach the door, I bounce in place as the door rush’s open and I run inside, almost colliding with Alexander as he looks out at the black space outside the spaceship through the paned glass.

¨Present!¨ I say out loud, with a big smile on my face, causing him to roll his eyes. He motions over to the planet, and I look over to see that we’ve gotten considerably closer to it. We’re still around 2-3 days away from getting close enough to be able to dispatch my shuttle and collect parts of the large gray planet’s resources. Even so, it's already around 9000x bigger than our ship, considering our ship is about the size of a normal sized university, having to hold enough food to feed us for the to and from trips.

“Whoa.” I say mostly to myself, and Alexander nods along with me.

He points to a lighter gray spot on the planet, “I can’t seem to get a proper scan on the planet due to the storm like clouds surrounding it, but from what I can get, that area should be the safest place for you to land. I’m going to re-route slightly to get us closer to that area, I just wanted to let you know. That okay, pipsqueak?” He says looking back at me.

I nod quickly, my excitement not faltering.

“But why is that area safer?” I ask, just to feed my curiosity.

He explains that the area seems to be more flat than the other areas on the planet, making it easier for my shuttle to land on, along with the fact that the other, darker areas, seem to be covered with a type of dark and cloudy sky that might cause trouble with communication and engines when entering the atmosphere.

I of course, have no idea what he’s saying but nod along anyways. It probably wasn’t important anyways.

After his little safety spiel that I’ve heard a hundred times, we decide that it’s time for dinner. We made it a tradition when we started our space travel to eat dinner together as a bonding exercise, as well as to help to know each other. Now it’s just become a daily thing we do every ‘night’, to just talk and hang out. It’s not much, but when the other person with you is the only person you’ve had human interactions with for the past 2 years, you learn to appreciate it.

We walk down and make it to the ‘lobby’ where we eat, which is just an empty room with a table and two chairs melded to the ground. Bland but it works, though I wish the space program would get us better chairs.

Alexander goes and grabs our dinner, dehydrated pork and some yellow stuff I don’t bother asking about, as we talk about our days while occasionally teasing and making fun of each other. We laugh and joke around before cleaning up, saying our goodnights and getting ready for bed.

Alexander stops me before I can leave and re-explains the safety measures, protocols and blah blah blah about the exploration in a few days. I wave him off, laughing, before heading up to my room to go to bed.

As I enter, I stretch, letting out a yawn as I kick off my shoes, not caring where they go. I walk over and check my tablet to make sure my last message went through. It did, but it hasn’t been seen yet. Darn, I was hoping I would get another message from my dad, but I guess I’ll get it tomorrow.

I mess up my hair with both of my hands before getting into bed, the thoughts of finally getting to go to the planet we had been heading to for the last years and being able to finally go home and see my dad fill my mind as I quickly fall asleep.

The next few days go by in a blur, until I’m standing in the cockpit, struggling to pull on my gray space suit. Alexander sighs before helping me put it on, scolding me like a parent about taking this more serious. I roll my eyes, punching him in the arm before telling him that I’ll be okay.

He nods at me once before saying a goodbye as he walks towards the door to head to the main control center. I pause before running up and hugging him from behind, assuring him that I’ll be back before he knows it. He smiles at me, patting me on the head, before taking my helmet out of my arms and shoving it on my head. I whine as I have to adjust it and hear him laugh quietly to himself as he exits the room, door closing behind him. I roll my eyes as I make my way towards, and into, the shuttle prepared. I close the hatch and get comfortable, checking the ship over before booting up the power.

The keypad lights up around me, glowing white as I flip through the proper equipment and procedures to ensure the ship operates properly, while waiting for further instructions from above.

As if on cue, I hear Alexander's voice through my helmet,

“Everything in check down there, pipsqueak?”

I roll my eyes for what feels like the millionth time as I sit back and strap into my chair, ready to finally get off this stupid main ship for once.

“All good down here, we ready to go, Tarzan?”

I ask back, making fun of his long hair, as he confirms and the ship starts up. I can feel the rumble of the engine as the ship is lowered into position and I take a deep breath, still talking to Alexander to make sure everything is ready.

We count back from ten at the hatch in front of my ship, leading into space begins to open.

Once we get to zero, I can see the large planet in front of me and the engines push me forward and out of the ship, plunging me into the dark vast of space. I lock my focus on the planet as I take control of the wheel and steer towards the area told to me by Alexander.

I can see the cloudy, storm like area around the planet, making sure to avoid the darker areas.

Once I seem to be going in the right direction, I set it into autopilot and relax my posture.

“Hey, once we get back home, wanna hang out? I know this greeeeat Mexican place near my house, you’d love it.”

I say out of the blue and here my college chuckle, “Yeah yeah, Of course. But you’re paying, pipsqueak.” He says through the comms and I let out a dramatic and offended gasp while laughing.

“What, I gotta pay you to hang out with me? I’m hurt Al, really. Here I was thinking we were friends, guess not.” I say through giggles, and I can hear Alexander laughing as well.

I can see the planet coming closer and move the steering accordingly for the best entry, making sure to soften the engines so I don’t enter the atmosphere too quickly and burn up the ship.

“Yeah well, You can’t just i##ite some##e o# #### e##p-”

I furrow my brows as he talks, unable to make out what he’s saying.

“Hey Al, you’re cutting out. Is everything okay up there?” I ask with clear worry in my voice.

Just then the power to my ship flashes off before coming back on and the engine buffers, causing me to jolt forward in my seat. I call out again to Alex, but only hear muffled static through the comms, worrying the crap out of me. I try tapping the side of my helmet to see if I can get it to come back on.

“Alexander, are you there? You’re freaking me out, what’s going on?”

I ask out again, as my ship continues towards the unknown planet. The ship shuts off and I lurch forward again before the ship comes back on, causing me to panic slightly. I check my vitals and the ship's hardware to check for malfunctions quickly, to see if I can find out what’s happening.

“RYAN? RYAN CAN YOU H##E ME?!”

I hear Alex yell through the comms, causing me to jump in my seat and respond immediately,

“Hey, yeah I can hear you now. What’s going on, my ships freaking out…”

I can hear his shaky voice, which causes my panic to rise.

“Look Ryan, you need to listen very carefully to me alright? Whatever's going on with the planet is messing with the tech on the ship and screwing up the comms. I don’t think it’s safe, you need to come back this instant so we can re-think and re-evaluate this, okay?”

“Y-Yeah, alright I’ll turn around now.”

I say quickly, quietly panicking as I reach to flip off the autopilot. I realize how close I am to the outer edge of the planet now, along with the storm, and reach to grab a hold of the steering wheel but the ship lurches forward again before I can grab it and the power shuts off for a final time, turning off the engines, along with any and all different functions of the ship.

I freeze, my breathing shallow, as I try to process what just happened. I reach slowly and yank at the steering wheel, trying to see if it would move the ship. No give. I try to turn on backup power. Nothing. But besides that, the new realization that dawns on me causes my heart to pick up and the hairs on the back of my neck to stand up…

The ship is still moving towards the planet.

I get over my initial shock and start trying to talk to Alex again,

“ALEX, I CAN’T CONTROL THE SHIP. I’M MOVING TOWARDS THE PLANET!”

I can hear shuffling of papers through the comms,

“Ryan, the gravitational pull of the planet is pulling the ship in, is there any way to get it to turn around?!”

I can hear his breathing, it’s steady but shallow, like he’s trying to stay calm, for my sake and his.

“No-NO, there’s no controls! I’VE LOST ALL POWER!”

The ship lurches forward as I near the dark gray clouds, the ship almost at the point where it could touch them.

“DID YOU TRY THE BACKUP POWER?!”

“OF COURSE I TRIED THE BACKUP POWER!”

I wait a few seconds and tears prick in my eyes when Alexander doesn’t say anything and I call out for him again, telling him not to stop talking.

“Alright, just calm down Ryan. Your ship is too far away to grab with the retractable arm, I don’t know how to get you back to the ship in time. I can’t even get the main ship close to you without risking it being pulled in too. Maybe we could try a##atc#i## the el#c#tical cab### ## #### ###-”

His audio cuts out completely.

“Nononono, Alex come on, YOU CAN’T DO THIS RIGHT NOW, PLEASE!”

The ship is pulled into the clouds as I lose sight of the home ship and any hope of getting home. The ship is shaken harshly and I’m thrown out of my seat and onto the ground, cracking my helmet on the wall of the shuttle, causing it to crack. I suddenly feel this floating sensation in my stomach, my body feeling as if it’s weightless, until I look back out the windshield. The ship is falling. Fast.

All I remember was the sound of the windshield shattering and the heat surrounding me before the shuttle had plummeted to the ground, hitting the rock below with the full force of whatever gravity this planet went by, as pain fills my body and I black out.

I feel cold. And warm…. And wet…..

What happened…..

My head hurts…. My chest hurts….

A sudden pressure is put on my chest causing me to let out a loud whimper and the pressure is immediately retracted. I let out a shaky sigh and try to move, causing pain to shoot through my body and I let out another pained whimper.

What happened….? Why does everything hurt…? What’s that weird noise, it sounds like a dolphin…. Or a bird…. Maybe a cat….

I can’t keep my thoughts straight, everything hurts. What do I remember-?

The crash, the ship malfunctioning, the unknown planet…. Shit-

Another pressure is put on my chest again a few seconds later, touching a rib that is most certainly broken and I let out a surprised and pained gasp, causing it to go away again.

I try opening my eyes, finding the simple task to be, well, less than simple. My eyes seem focused on staying shut, but I need to see what’s happening. Am I dead? No, I don’t think ghosts feel pain…. Do they? That would be kinda cool though. Space ghost.

I try opening my eyes again, being able to open them a crack as light floods my vision, causing my eyes to tear up and close again. Wait, light? Wasn’t this planet covered in a dark perma-storm? Where’s the light coming from?

I hear some rumbling from above me, kinda like the sound my cat Rosco back home makes when he’s worried about something, a mix between a purr and a growl.

Could it be my ship's engine? Wait, if it’s still active, it could explode!

I use all my strength to push myself into a sideways sitting position, while forcing my eyes open once again. The light hurts them and I let out a groan as I feel the numbing pain throughout my body. Suddenly the light is covered and I’m surrounded by a nice shadow. My brains too jumbled to pay attention to it at the moment, but what I do realize is that a large portion of my helmet around my left eye has broken off.

HOW THE FUCK AM I BREATHING?!

Does this planet really have breathable air? Does that mean there’s some type of plants that can produce the same kind of air on earth? And a sun? We didn’t see any type of sun on the reading when we scanned the planet...

I take in a deep breath to test it. It feels like normal air, and it’s keeping me alive, I can ask questions later, once I get my bearing and stand up. Maybe I can contact Alex. ALEXANDER! He must be so worried, and my dad? He’s going to lose his mind! I have to get to my ship, even if it’s destroyed I could see if I could use the parts to fix my comms and get in contact with the main ship or even the space station if I’m lucky.

I try to push myself up more, managing to move one leg up so I’m in a night's kneeling position. The pain is bad, and I let out another whimper. As I do I can feel a rush of air surround me, it’s warm. I can see the ground underneath me, seeming to be a kind of gray rock, mainly flat, meaning I did technically land where I was supposed to, although I can see that my knees don’t look great, both being skinned and bleeding, but it doesn’t feel too bad.

Another rush of air, closer to my head, followed by a low growl, causing me to turn my head upwards to see what’s causing it. My eyes widen and my breath catches in my throat, unable to breath, as I see four glowing blue eyes staring right back at me, like it’s looking right through my soul.

Not only that but the eyes are huge…. And predatory, looking at me as if I was something it just caught…

I stumble backwards falling onto my butt, cushioned by the intact space suit still surrounding me. I finally let out a scared, shaky breath, realizing that I had been holding it moments ago. The creature's gaze doesn't falter, if anything it hardens, letting out a predatory grumble, as if a warning, though I’m not exactly sure what that warning is for, causing me to freeze in place, adrenaline coursing through my veins causing my hands to feel like ice.

The creature is large, covered in a black fur in most of its body, some parts having less of it. It stands tall- scratch that, it’s fucking huge, the size of a small apartment building. It’s ‘arms’ are long, bent in a way that a monkeys would, reminding me of a baboon. Four large spider-like eyes are still locked on me and I force myself to make no sudden movements, tears welling up in fear as I start hyperventilating, unable to focus as I direct my vision towards the ground, not wanting to make eye contact with it. If I had, I would have noticed it’s head turning in a confused manner, like a puppy would when hearing a strange noise, and the curious way it’s slowly making its way towards me, as if not trying to frighten me more than I already am.

Once I feel it getting closer I look back up to see it slowly moving towards me, and I slowly scoot back to counter it. Just then it moves to put a hand behind me causing the ground to shake lightly, stopping me from moving away again. I let out a pathetic whine, before realizing the creatures face was now meters from mine, not noticing earlier that it had moved it’s face down to get to my level. It gets even closer and my eyes widen in horror and fear, tears running freely down my face at this point, and I try to move as far back as I can without touching the creature's hand.

It stops its movements, and holds its position, around two meters from me. I hold eye contact, not wanting to look away and have it come closer again. It also holds the stare, before I see its gaze flicker upwards slightly, focusing on something else. My helmet?

It looks back into the one hole in my helmet, at me, before it’s gaze in back at the top of the helmet.

All of a sudden I felt something touch the back of my helmet harshly, and I let out a surprised noise as I turned around to see the hand from earlier had moved so it could poke me with one of its long, bony fingers. I start moving away from it, while unconsciously moving closer to the monster that was in front of me.

I feel another wave of hot air hit me from behind, as if it’s the creature's subtle way of telling me it’s still there. I jump slightly, and turn around again to face it. It’s now on the ground for the most part, one arm wrapped behind me and one... in the air… Like the position a cat would make when playing with a feathery toy or a mouse it just caught.

And I’m pretty sure I am that mouse.

I see the hand from the air start coming towards me, and I use my arms to try and cover my face the best I can, letting out a choked sob and whimper as I brace for the impact, for the pain of the hand coming and crushing my body.

But it doesn't come.

I look back up to see two of it’s five fingers positioned on either side of my helmet, before they close and grab lightly onto my helmet. Then they start pulling up, as if to try and disconnect the helmet from the rest of my space suit. Wait-

“Wa-Nononono, Stop it! LET ME GO!”

I yell out, panic taking over my body again as I struggle against its grip. And the creature does stop for a second after hearing my outburst, before pulling upwards again, taking most of my body with it. I’m still touching the ground with my feet as I try and use my hands to hold my helmet in place, not wanting to be even more exposed and vulnerable than I already feel.

I don’t think it feels the same way.

Once the tips of my toes can barely touch the ground, the creature twists its fingers lightly, snapping the thick plastic part that connects my helmet and suit with ease, allowing me to finally fall to the ground with a hard thud, landing on my backside. The collision with the rock causes painful jolts to course through my body and I roll on my side, clutching my chest to try and relieve some of that pain.

The helmet is dropped somewhere near me, landing on the ground with a hard thud, the sound of the rest of the glass frame shattering. I whimper again as I feel the breath of the beast come closer to me as I try to curl in on myself, as if to make myself smaller, as I screw my eyes shut.

I want to go home….

My hair, now wet with sweat, covers most of my face, bits of blood near my temples where my head had most likely collided with the side of the ship during the crash as well as more tears covering my face as I let out another choked sob.

I open my eyes slightly, only to see one of the monsters fingers coming towards my head, most likely to crush it like a grape. I whimper again, trying to tuck my head into my body, to make myself feel a little less scared and helpless. It doesn’t work.

The creature's finger touches my hair lightly, and I wince at the feeling, its finger tip being about the same size, if not bigger than my head. It holds the gentle and light touch, barley even touching my head at all, before it starts to rub against my scalp lightly. I let out a surprised and shaky breath at the gentle touch, the monster acting as if I’m a piece of glass that could be broken and damaged easily. The quick realization dawns on me that….

It’s petting me.

Like I’m some kind of scared animal.

And it actually feels kinda nice. Rubbing in a small circular motion against my scalp, soothing any former pain that resided there, causing my face to soften its expression at the feeling. It moves its motion slightly towards my face, causing me to whimper quietly. It’s quick to move its finger away to rub the back of my head, as well as my neck in a soothing motion, as if to apologize. Then the vibrations start.

Low, like a cat's purr, which only adds on to the calmness feeling washing over me along with the drowsiness, which I find very concerning as I should be scared, terrified even. But it feels so good… I hadn't had any physical contact with anyone besides light shoves and teasing from Alex for the past few years, making this gentle and almost nurturing gesture feel like heaven.

The purring gets louder and I start to get more tired. The creature seems to take notice of me being more docile and starts getting more bold with its touches. Avoiding my chest, it goes and lightly moves my arms, while still petting me with its other hand. I feel a few pokes to the soft material around my legs before it starts petting my back as well. My eyes start to close even though I’m trying to keep them open. I’m just so tired….

The creature seems to sense my tiredness and I can feel his hand cup my entire back before his other hand stops petting me, as well as the vibrations ceasing, causing me to let out a childish whine, missing the feeling.

It seems to notice my distress and quickly scoops me up in its hand, lifting my whole body carefully into the air. I let out a panicked noise again, struggling against his hand, not expecting to be lifted 100 feet into the air in a matter of seconds.

The creature is quick to pull me into its chest, causing me to pull up against its surprisingly soft, black fur, and the vibrations in its chest start up again almost instantly. I hate to admit it, but the action calms me down immediately, and I subconsciously snuggle against the fur, too tired and hurt to really care about anything besides my own comfort, my old tears dried against its body as it stands there for a few minutes as I continue to doze off before it starts moving, jumbling me slightly, making me clutch onto the giants fur for stability.

It scares me at first, but the purring increases immediately, calming me down quite easily. I notice that we’re heading in the direction of a large, dark gray mountain, surrounded by even larger plant type things in different shades of dark green and blues. I glance at the ground and see the creature is walking slowly on three of it’s four hands, the fourth one holding me. I also notice the tail following up from behind that I didn’t see until now, shaped like a monkeys.

On the ground I can see bits of metal from…. My ship!

I squirm, breaking out of my calm and tired mindset to try and find a way to get to the ground remembering that I need to contact Alex, but the second I try to get out of the hand, its fingers cup tighter around me, caging me against the soft wall and the vibrations become more insistent. They’re not so tight that I can’t move, but they’re very clearly meant to keep me in the creature's hold, as if insisting that I stay put.

I of course don’t listen and continue to try to struggle, earning me a loud growl possessive from above as they stop moving all together. The fingers cup tighter around me, and I stop moving all together, shaking slightly in fear, tears welling up in my eyes again.

I’m held for a few more seconds of not moving…

Then the purring starts again, it’s ‘thumb’ comes up and rubs the top of my head lightly, like re assurance, before being removed and it starts walking again. I try to control my breathing again, now realizing that I’m not getting out of here.

When we get near the mountain, the air surrounding it turns cold causing me to shiver into the vibrating surface. The creature's body quickly heats up to help keep me warm, along with the fur, allows me to lose focus of everything else as my vision fades to black, cuddling up against the warm monster that just technically kidnapped me.

Once I’m out, the creature takes my unconscious body into its home, a cave in the side of the mountain, and rests me against a clear, soft gel like substance to allow me to sleep, as it removes my ripped space suit carefully, making sure not to disturb my sleep. It leaves my clothes on as it takes some sort of blue substance and applies it generously on my wounds and injuries while I sleep, making sure to stay close to keep me warm, before laying next to me like a large cat would, using its hand as a large blanket to make sure I’m warm during the night and so I don’t run away if I wake up before it.

It gives me one last nuzzle against the top of my head, scenting me slightly before purring and falling asleep, holding the tiny baby it found while looking for food, now glad it had gone in the wrong direction, as this cub would have never survived on its own.

They will never let the tiny, scared baby go, not after its mother had clearly abandoned it to die, terrified and injured.

It’s now their baby and they will take care of it.

Forever.

#g/t #g/t writing #alien giant #tiny human #oc #original character #secret shifters #secret santa #fanfic swap #mild fearplay #hurt/comfort #secret shifters 2020

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moonflower-31 · 3 years

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I Won’t Forget You - Spencer Reid x Reader

Masterlist

Part 27

Pairing: Spencer x Reader

Words: 5.2k!

Please comment what you think of this, I'm proud of this one. 😊

Warnings: Severe degrading language, description of violence, talk of rights and misogyny

Tags: @dra-reid, @eevee0722, @ceeellewrites, @anotherr-fine-mess, @ssahoodrathotchner, @egg-boy03, @helena-way07, @l0ve-0f-my-life, @serendipity-imagines, @kaelyn-lobrutto24 , @thatsonezesty13, @bihoeofmanyfandoms, @rewindlr

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"And when he smiles. I find a reason to live a little more" - Nehwish

Spencer’s knee bounced as he felt the turbulence of the plane getting ready to land. He'd never had trouble with planes in the past. Especially the landing. He supposed it was his nerves.

Spencer bit at his nails nervously and looked out the window of the jet, catching the interest of Rossi and Emily.

"Don't worry, there's a bathroom." Rossi jokes, smirking at the young genius when he finally turned his head towards the voice.

Spencer sighed, deciding not to add fuel to the flame and shut his mouth. They all knew at this point that he wanted desperately to get back to you. His feet were itching to break into a run to head back to his apartment, but unfortunately he did not have the ability to glide on air.

Emily smiled and leaned closer to Spencer. "Come on, Reid. It's okay to be worried." She assures, shrugging softly. Spencer looked away, thinking her words over.

"I-I… I know I can be worried." He exhaled. "But the probability of Peter getting back to her before I do increases by each minute I'm away from her." Spencer felt an urgency welling up inside of his chest, and he couldn't get rid of it.

Garcia popped up on the screen and sighed. "Hey, tell you what. How about I call Morgan and have him bring her to the BAU? So you can see her when you guys get unloaded?" Garcia suggests.

Hotch nods. "That's a good idea, Garcia. I need to speak with Morgan as well so this will be convenient for the both of us."

Garcia nods and clicks off her computer with some random farewell. Spencer felt a bit of his apprehension fall away at the idea of being able to see you sooner than originally planned. He could finally be in your presence and hold you when you wanted him to. He could comfort you. He could be there physically. For you.

Reid looked down at his hands, noticing how diminished his fingernails were with how much he'd been biting. He knew it was just a nervous tick, but it wasn't good for him.

"Try pinching the skin on the back of your hand instead. It gives the same effect." Rossi spoke up, moving over to sit across from Spencer.

Spencer looked up at Rossi in interest, confused as to how that would be any better. "Pinching the taut skin of the back of the hand would cause more injury than biting nails. Did you know that our nails are made up of the same material in our hair? It's actually quite interesting-"

Rossi raised a hand. "I took anatomy in highschool. I think I know what makes up my greying hair." He smirked, making one appear on Spencer’s face as well.

Spencer smiled and began to look around, then back at his watch to check the time. Rossi adjusted his posture before he began to speak again.

"Kid, let me tell you something about what I learned with all three of my ex wives. Don't wait to say it."

Spencer furrowed his eyebrows, confused as to what Rossi meant. "I-I don't think I follow, Rossi. Don't wait to say what?"

"Don't keep her waiting on those three little words. If you keep pushing it off, she may move on without you." Rossi advised. "Tell her how you feel. Most women love hearing how you truly feel about them. They love honesty. That's why we're often the ones doing the asking."

Prentiss looked back at Rossi with a teasing look. "'Most women'? Hell, I enjoy honesty. Who really appreciates lies? My exes maybe." She shrugged, making JJ laugh.

Spencer exhaled a tired sigh before running a hand through his messy hair. "I suppose that makes sense. B-but she's still recovering Rossi. What kind of person would I be to try and tell her now? I'd be taking advantage of her. That's the furthest from what I want."

Rossi shrugged, sitting back into his seat as the jet began to touch down. "Whatever you say."

Spencer looks out the jet's windows, thinking of you. And of Morgan.

A few moments later, two agents opened the jet's door and stairs, allowing them all to unload from inside. Spencer was the first to his feet and out the door.

JJ and Emily shook their heads, smiling knowingly. Rossi sighed as he got himself up from the jet seats. "Kids these days." He grumbled to Hotch, who smiled softly.

Spencer tried not to make it obvious how hurried he was to get to you, his pace a fast walk instead of a run. It was hard not to race towards the back entrance to the BAU where he knew you'd be waiting for him in the bullpen. But he could do this. You were okay. He was going to see you.

"Geez, excited much? You'd think a limited time showing of the original Doctor Who was playing in theaters." Emily teased beside him, hurrying in front of him to unlock the entry.

"Forgive me for wanting to ascertain the safety of (Y/N)." Spencer expressed, the words coming out colder than he meant.

Spencer hurried into the building once the door was open, rushing to the stairwell; the elevator was just too slow.

All he could think of was seeing you. Once he did, then maybe he'd consider doing his reports.

Thinking about it now, he most definitely had it bad for you. 100.00% There wasn't a moment where he was near you that he didn't feel his heart beating a little faster. That he didn't feel a squeeze on his heart and his words got stuck in his throat. There was never a time that he wasn't thinking about what you might say if he were to kiss you in that moment.

Finally, after three minutes and five flights of stairs, he burst through the door and hurried into the bullpen, slowing himself down once he saw you.

You smiled happily once Spencer entered your field of vision, putting the bag of food you had in your hands on the nearest desk to your right. It wasn't long after that you felt Spencer’s arms wrapped around your waist and pulling you tightly against him.

"Spence," you smiled, hugging him back just as tight. Spencer put his face in the crook of your neck, reminding himself that you were indeed safe and not in danger.

"Thank God you're safe," he exhaled, beginning to calm further as your hand met his hair.

"Yeah, I'm okay Spence. Why would you think otherwise?" You were confused as to what was making him so worried over you, but even then you were glad he cared.

"It… it doesn't matter right now. Just-" Spencer once again exhaled sharply, releasing you from his hold as the rest of the team entered the bullpen.

Morgan smirked as he returned with a drink tray from the other room with Garcia in tow. "Was the case really that bad, Lover boy? Couldn't wait to get back to your pretty lady?" Derek teased, his eyebrows wiggling as he smiled his signature smile.

Reid rolled his eyes, not as annoyed as he usually was with Derek's antics.

"Hey, I bought food for everyone. Hope fast-food is good enough." You spoke up, picking up the paper bag to lift up for everyone to see.

Hotch nodded, while Rossi and Emily smiled thankfully. "Sounds perfect. I didn't feel like cooking anyway." Rossi joked, walking over to take his share of the food.

"It's a nice offer, but Will's got something at home for me. We rarely ever get home in time for dinner anymore, so when we get the chance we take it." JJ says, grabbing her go bag once it was dropped off.

"Alright. Just send me your reports in the morning." Hotch says, getting a nod in return from JJ.

"Junior G Man," Garcia spoke up. Spencer turned around, facing the eccentric hacker. "Don't you have something you wanna tell (Y/N)?" She asked,

Spencer’s face lit up in a bright blush, thinking Garcia meant something else entirely. This blush also effectively caught Morgan and Emily's attention. "Well? Do you pretty boy?" Morgan teased.

You sighed. "Leave him alone guys. If he's not ready to tell me what happened that's fine." You settle. Truthfully, of course you wanted to know. But if it was something business related or something about the case you knew it could wait.

Spencer sighed with relief. He'd tell you once the two of you were home. Maybe then, you'd be able to react without fear of judgement.

Garcia sighed. "Well, still. I've got something to announce." She insisted, her smile returning bright and bubbly as ever.

Hotch raised an eyebrow, pausing his conversation with Derek. "What is it, Garcia?"

"Well, since we all didn't get a chance to celebrate her rescue, I'm inviting everyone out to have drinks in a couple days in (Y/N)'s honor!" Garcia smiled, cheering to herself.

You smiled happily, reaching into the paper fast food bag and pulling out a few fries. "Thank you Pen. You don't have to though." You insist, putting the fries into your mouth.

Garcia waved you off. "Nonsense! We're gonna celebrate finding you! And we'll all have to get taxis cause we'll be too drunk!" Garcia insisted, hurrying over and giving you a hug.

You hug her back, smiling at her happily. "Okay, okay, I give. Will you be letting us know the place soon?"

"Why of course my fine furry friend!!" Garcia giggles. "Of course I'm gonna let JJ know too. Everybody's gonna be there." She says before she waves goodbye to everyone, scurrying back to her den.

Spencer laughs and shakes his head. "I guess we just made plans?" He asks out loud.

Hotch, Rossi, Emily, and Morgan all laugh along with you. Hotch even cracked a smile. "I guess we did. I'll see if I can get free for that night. She was right, you deserve to be celebrated whether your case was a priority for the BAU or not." Hotch explained, giving you a genuine look. You couldn't fight the blush that slipped onto your face, but you did smile at him.

"Thanks, Hotch." You answer. Then your attention shifted to Spencer. "I'm going to head to the bathroom real quick then we can head home." You then began walking away from him towards the bathrooms, unbeknownst to you being checked out by Spencer himself. Hey, he's got eyes.

"Reid."

Spencer jumped and looked to Hotch, blinking a few times. "Yeah, Hotch?" He asked.

Aaron walked over, clearing Morgan to go ahead and head to his office for them to continue their conversation. "Garcia sent me a message saying you both had information on Peter Calvin. What do you have?" He asked, his tone and volume lowered.

Spencer sighed, and rubbed the back of his neck again, finding it worrying that he was developing it as a nervous tick. "Garcia and I saw him on some nearby traffic cams. I spoke to JJ and Emily about it. I assumed they would have told you by now."

Hotch sighed, taking his mental notes. "Which direction was he headed?" He asked.

"Southwest, towards Quantico." Spencer replied.

"I'll let the police know to keep an eye out for the license plate number and the car Garcia got on the footage. For now, keep (Y/N) safe. We cannot afford him getting his hands on her again. He may not stay nearby this time. And she may not be as lucky." Hotch warned before he stepped away from Spencer and then began walking up towards his office.

Spencer let out an exhausted sigh, closing his eyes for a moment. When he reopened them, you were standing near him, smiling gently at him. "Hey stranger."

He smiled at you, his mood immediately improved by your presence. "Hey."

"You wanna head home or get some dinner first? I know you probably don't want fast food. When I was getting this I was thinking about what you'd say. 'Eating junk-food has a-'"

"A link to higher rates of obesity, depression, type 2 diabetes, cancer, and in some cases early death." Spencer finished, his smile wide as he looked to you. You giggled playfully and nodded.

"Yep. Exactly." You smiled. "So I made sure to buy some extra healthy food to make at home."

Spencer smiled back even wider. "That sounds great. But I think eating something healthy we can already buy ready-made will be good for tonight. This last case wasn't an easy one."

You smirked and nudged his arm. "Is that so?" You teased. Spencer smiled and looked down somewhat bashfully.

You smiled and looked up triumphantly. "Well, then you'll have to tell me about it on the way home."

Spencer chuckled as he gave into your teasing, nodding his head a little. "Yes, I suppose I will." He replied, a bright smile on his face.

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"Okay, you have got to tell me how you narrowed that hunting zone parameter down. I don't think I could've done it even if you were paying me-" you expressed gleefully, dropping the soup kitchen bag on the dining room table with two neatly placed chairs on either side. Spencer then walked in past you, dropping his go bag behind the couch as he turned back to face you. His face was brighter than a string of christmas lights and his smile whiter than a cloud. If he wasn't so focused on your beauty he'd notice the pain in his cheeks.

"I'm sure you could've. I could help you if you'd like. It's actually quite simple." Spencer nodded his head and smiled at you teasingly, earning a playful and teasing glare in response.

"Yeah, and I went to school for Geometry instead of Psychology." You joke, digging into the bag for one of the styrofoam containers of soup and placing them on the table.

"Which makes me wonder why you didn't take Geometry. I know it wasn't for a lack of smarts, you're very skilled with that aspect-" Spencer began to ramble on, walking over to the table and putting napkins under the soup containers as you put them down to act as coasters.

"I just suck at shapes, okay? Sure I can remember the damn perimeter formula and the area but give me variables and a word problem? I can't figure out how to do shit." You expressed, handing Spencer the plastic spoon that came with the food. Instead, he handed it back to you.

"I prefer using my own cutlery. Reduces the chance of any chemicals remaining on or inside the plastic being used to make the spoons." He explained, pulling out a drawer and selecting two intricate spoons before closing the drawer with his hip casually.

You smirk and giggle. "I never thought I'd see you do that."

Spencer raised an eyebrow as he began to hand you a spoon. "Do what? I don't see what I was doing that was unusual behavior for my personality-"

"Closing the drawer with your hips, Spence!" You expressed in a loud, happy laughter. "Seriously, you never seemed to me like the kind of guy who'd do that."

Spencer raised an eyebrow and smiled happily at your cheerful face. "Well I guess surprises do happen on a day to day basis. Even in our line of work."

You smiled brighter as you finally opened your soup and took a first spoonful. "Amen to that." You giggled, grabbing another napkin to wipe your chin from the stray soup that leaked onto it.

"Guess I'm still a clutz. Not even being kidnapped and raped is gonna change that I guess…" you mutter, causing Spencer to half choke on his soup. His eyes widen as he looks to you, his eyebrows furrowed after a moment.

"(Y/N), do you… wanna talk?" Spencer asks, slowly approaching you as he places his soup down on the table. He didn't even care where. You were more important.

You sniffle and shake your head. "No… no I'll be okay. I just wanna eat and go to bed. And… and hope that I don't see his face again tonight-" you choke on a sob, lifting a hand to your face and wiping desperately at rapid tears.

Spencer rushed over and hugged you tightly, cradling your head softly as he held you. He whispered gently into your ear, letting you deal with your emotions while he was there to listen. He was good at that, he thought.

You pressed your forehead against his shoulder, your hands clutching at his vest. "S-spencer I-" you hiccuped. "I'm sorry… I shouldn't-"

Spencer shook his head. "No, you should. You're allowed to express how you feel, (Y/N). I will always be here for you. No matter how many times you need me to be."

You sniffled, sucking in your bottom lip anxiously as you looked up at him. "Promise..?"

Spencer smiled down at you, caressing your cheek. "Promise."

You let your lips curl into a hesitant smile as an idea crosses your mind. "Do… do you think…" your bottom lip quivers as you ponder your own question.

Spencer’s head tilts and his face softens as he looks down at you, being patient with your feelings. "Yeah?"

You take in a sigh and grunt at your pathetic-ness. "Do you think maybe I could share a bed with you tonight? Just in case?" You asked, a bright blush accompanying the slight voice crack that added to your awkwardness.

Spencer’s eyes widened at your question and his cheeks blew up a firey red as he began to fluster. "U-uh-uh…" Spencer scrambled to reply in a timely and polite manner, but he was so caught off guard.

You bit the inside of your cheek and grunted. "Forget it, I knew it was a long shot…" you let go of Spencer’s vest and began to move away to go back to eating.

What surprised you was the sudden grasp of your hand once it fell to your side. You swear your head swung towards Spencer as soon as you felt his touch, almost as quick as a sword.

Spencer looked down into your glossy eyes, red rimmed from crying. He saw beauty in them. He saw a genius, a comedian, a model, and saw perfection. All in the oceans of color that were you're irises.

He would be a fool to reject your proposal.

"Of course, you just shocked me a little." Spencer insisted, squeezing your hand. He wanted nothing more than to see your lips curl into their familiar smile and see you laugh again. At least he'd see one thing tonight.

You smiled gently at Spencer’s reply, blushing softly in response. "You… you mean it? It's… not too terribly weird?" You brushed a strand of stray hair behind your ear, trying not to freak out.

Spencer tried to make a face that said 'don't worry about it' but instead managed to make an altogether new look instead. One that gave him a chance to see the other expression he loved on you.

You snorted at his expression and began to laugh. Your eyes were full of joy as you laughed, even with a care in the world. Spencer couldn't be more in love.

You laid your head on his chest for a moment, sighing as you began to calm down from your laughter. You looked up at Spencer, who's face somehow had managed to grow even redder from your placement.

"What?" You ask, moving back as you assumed you'd done something wrong.

"It's nothing, (Y/N). Promise. W-why don't we just eat and then we can head to bed?" Spencer suggested, not knowing if he'd be able to handle another moment without kissing you.

You took in a heavy, but relieved sigh. "Yeah… yeah…"

Spencer then took his seat, moving the chair closer to your side. He picked up his now lukewarm soup and began eating it anyway. You watch him for a few moments before you begin to do the same.

And it was just like that, just you two.

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"You done in there yet? I still gotta brush my teeth. Studies have shown that if you don't brush your teeth it can lead to erectile disfunction, inflammation, head and neck cancer-" Spencer began to ramble, knocking against the bathroom door gently.

You swing the door open with a toothbrush in your mouth. "I know, Spence. You just gave me that speech 10 minutes ago." You tease, a smile pulling onto your toothpaste stained cheeks. "Come on, get in here and brush those damn teeth."

Spencer chuckled to himself and walked in beside you. "I don't believe that kind of language is supposed to be used when talking about the bones inside our mouth." He teases, raising an eyebrow.

You roll your eyes and elbow his arm. "Shut up!" You smile playfully. "Compared to you, I'm a cranky old grandma, you old sailor."

Spencer laughed as he put the toothbrush in his mouth and began brushing. You finished up and washed your toothbrush in the running water before heading into Spencer’s room to get into the covers.

Spencer finished up a few minutes after and washed his toothbrush. "I am not a swearing sailor. If anything-" he starts, walking into his room to find you falling asleep under the covers with a pillow in your arms.

Spencer softly chuckled and turned off the bathroom light, closing the door behind him and closing the bedroom door as well.

He walked over and sat down on his usual side of the bed. He looked over at you again, smiling at your peaceful form. If he could give you eternal reassurance that you'd be okay, he would. Even if he had to do time for manslaughter.

He sighed and turned back towards his lamp and turned it off once he plugged in his work phone. See, he knew technology. He just didn't prefer it to paper copies of things.

He then adjusted the covers and climbed into them, trying not to convince himself that staring at you sleeping for a whole night was a good idea.

A sudden crash echoed into the apartment and startled Spencer awake. It didn't sound like glass, more like wood breaking. He took heavy breaths and looked beside him, finding you stirring awake.

Spencer reached into his nightstand and picked up his spare work pistol. He didn't know who or what it was that just broke in, but he wasn't going to let it get to you.

"Spence…"

Spencer looked back over to you, seeing your eyes opening slightly. "Shh… hey, I'll be right back. I'm just going to check what happened. Stay here, okay? No matter what you hear." Spencer whispered, putting a gentle hand on your shoulder.

You murmured a few inaudible sounds but nodded. That was good enough for Spencer.

He then got up from the mattress and began to fumble with his gun. Once he had it aimed, he snuck out into the main area of his apartment.

The windows provided plenty of moonlight to see, so Spencer wasn't worried about seeing the intruder. He didn't want to let them know he was awake. That would cause violence that didn't need to happen yet. He had the element of surprise. And he needed to keep it that way.

Rustling of pages, and of books echoed into the room as Spencer slowly looked around the corner to see who was the invader of his home.

The intruder was bent over the couch, looking through the books that laid there as if looking for something. Proof of something. The intruder was definitely a man. He was definitely at least 6'2, and his voice was a little deeper.

"Dammit, how can she hide so damn well?!" The man cursed, letting the book hit the couch with a dulled thud.

Spencer looked a little farther past the corner, swearing he'd heard this voice before, if not had heard it described to him before. He had an idea of who this was, a damn good one. But he needed proof before he decided to make his presence known to this devil of a man.

Spencer’s foot made the wood beneath him creak for a moment, causing the intruder to look his way. And that's when Spencer knew. The man had green, piercing eyes. Ones he'd definitely seen on one Peter Calvin.

He had enough evidence to do what he planned. Spencer hid behind the bookshelf for a few more moments, hearing Peter's footsteps approach his position.

Then, just before Spencer knew he'd be in him, he turned and faced Peter with his gun facing him and his finger dancing with the trigger.

"Give me one good reason not to shoot, you son of a bitch?" Spencer glared, his aim never wavering as his anger swirled around his head.

Peter grinned. "You…" he began to laugh maniacally. Spencer’s composure wavered only a smidge. Why was he laughing?

"You-!" Peter cackled, his face turning into one of victory. "Out of all the men in the world she could choose to protect her whore-ass--" Peter sneered, reaching behind him. "She chose you."

Spencer refocused his aim, his eyebrows furrowing. "What does that have to do with how you treated her? How badly wounded she was when we found her?" Spencer retorted, spitting out the words like they were poison.

Peter rolled his eyes, putting his hands in the air as Spencer refocused his aim. "Please, she's my damn property. I can do with her as I wish-"

"She's no one's property-!"

"Why do you say that? Have you been inside her yet? If you had you'd never want to let another man have her." Peter taunted, his smirk ever so large on his face.

Spencer’s face and sneer never shifted, even as Peter was determined to get under his skin. "It doesn't matter. She doesn't belong to anyone. She's a human being. She has thoughts, feelings--things you can't take away from her. "

"We'll work on that. Once she has my first child she'll have no feelings of her own. It'll all be about our little boy."

"I don't care how much money you fucking paid for her--" Spencer’s voice raised as his finger fiddled with the trigger. "She is not yours! I will never, ever let you get your filthy hands on her again!"

Peter rolled his eyes as Spencer roared his declaration. "Men like you disgust me. You let the women walk all over you. You give them rights to shut them up and then suddenly you start giving them the freedom to take power. Then we're suddenly the ones being undermined. We're the men! We should be in power while the women give us children-"

"No!" Spencer yelled. "You’re wrong." He breathed, hoping that you would stay where you were until he could be sure you were safe.

Peter sneered and looked to the ground. "You seriously are gonna take the side of a woman? A walking pussy?" Peter asks, getting threateningly close to Spencer.

Spencer re-aims his gun, making sure his first shot would be the only one he'd have to fire. "Yes. Because she's a person."

Peter smirked and briefly laughed. "You wanna die? Or are you gonna step aside so I can reclaim what's mine?" He asks, his hand gripping Spencer’s gun tightly.

Spencer scowled as he looked slightly up at Peter. "I'd rather lose my life than give you what was never yours." He growled, not daring to instigate the conflict.

Peter then forced Spencer to the ground with a roar of anger, slamming his head into the floor. Spencer scrambled and pushed against Peter’s shoulders, managing to bite his shoulder.

Peter let go of Spencer briefly to gasp in pain. He was strong, but not as strong as Morgan. Why else did he need to injure Morgan to abduct him then?

"Damn it-! You string-bean bastard!" Peter spat as he began to charge at Spencer again. Spencer narrowly dodged and grabbed Peter’s arm and shoulder, forcing him into the floor.

"String Bean? That's the best you've got-?" He asked as Peter rolled him back around and held his shoulders down against the floor.

"Why must you be so damn difficult-!? She's mine you cunt-!" Peter spat into Spencer’s face. Sending a punch into his face. Spencer spits up at Peter the blood from the impact, only earning him a second punch in return.

Spencer grunted as Peter raised his fist to give a third punch. Spencer leaned his head back just far enough that he could headbutt Peter hard.

The impact sounded throughout the small apartment as Peter staggered off of Spencer from the onset of the pain. Spencer scrambled to his feet and tried to race towards his gun. Peter unfortunately managed to regain his control and grabbed Spencer’s arms and spun him around.

"You really thought you could win that easily?" Peter hissed, slamming Spencer’s face into the corner he'd previously been hiding behind. Spencer let out a cry of pain before he was spun right back around and thrown across the room from a shove.

Spencer landed onto his back onto the go bag you had placed behind the couch. He winced at something hard hitting him in the back. Peter was slowly moving towards the bedroom now, a smirk on his face.

No, Spencer grunted, reaching behind him through his blurring vision. He wasn't going to lose this. He wasn't going to lose you again.

When he reached behind him, he found what he'd needed. It was his usual pistol. He must have mispacked it when he was getting ready to head onto the jet.

"Hey Peter," Spencer called, surprising himself with how loud he still could be.

Peter scoffed and turned back towards Spencer, who was managing to stand up on two feet. "What now? You can barely hold your own-"

Spencer smirked. "You know what?" He asked, pulling out the pistol from behind him. Peter widened his eyes, glancing from the second pistol to the one he had knocked away.

He was speechless as he listened to Spencer’s next and final words.

"I can't say it was a pleasure to meet you." Spencer replied eerily before he fired his pistol, shooting Peter in the chest and shattering the glass of the bookcase behind him.

Spencer exhaled a long sigh of relief once Peter fell against the floor, blood beginning to pool around him. With Spencer’s injuries, he'd be able to convince any judge that he'd only killed Peter in an act of defence.

You were safe now.

Suddenly footsteps raced out into the living room. Your figure entered the room and turned on the lights. What followed was a shriek of terror from you at both Peter and at Spencer’s condition.

Spencer hurried over to you and wrapped his arms around you, not caring whether or not the two of you were together at this point.

"S-spencer… W-what d-d-did-" you began to stutter, still breathing heavily and beginning to panic.

Spencer instead cradled your head and softly shushed your worries. "Shh… it's okay now, I promise." He breathed, kissing your forehead protectively.

You stayed silent, still in shock and horror of who laid dead at your feet. Instead you let him hold you, and you breathed in his cologne and his natural scent. It still managed to calm you, even after that night's events.

"I promise, he's never going to hurt you again my darling…"

And you believed him.

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Fucking Harry | Summer Feeling Challenge

Hi, guys! How are you? I’m finally back with an all new fic called ‘Fucking Harry’. This is an entry to @helladirections ‘s Summer Feeling Challenge. I hope you enjoy!

word count: 2884 masterlist + if you love me come clean masterlist be a part of my taglist! SUMMER FEELING MASTERLIST (over 40+ fics about summer. angst, fluff, and smut!!!) SUMMARY: You were back in the same place where you last fell in love, alone again. You prayed to God that he was here. Chanting his name multiple times under your breath until he appears right beside you—but you knew that no magic in the universe will do that for you. You were born unlucky, after all. Story Theme: Theme Parks unedited

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It’s that time of the year again. You knew, because suddenly, the upcoming summer started to be gloomy. You hated summer more than you hated anything. Everybody was off to go to their country clubs, get summer jobs, go on trips with friends, fall in love…ick. Summer love? That doesn’t last anyway. Once summer is over, the person you fell in love with leaves you alone and gives you nothing else. Even if they were your friend at first. You agreed that you’ll be friends first and then lovers. Who could blame you two anyway? You were both lonely that summer. All your friends were away while you were stuck in Italy.

Fucking Italy.

You both agreed that there was something about Italy. It’s romantic. He kissed you just like how the sun kissed your skin. He made love to you in the private confines of his home there…and in the beach, in the yacht, well, he basically made love to you everywhere. You hung onto him like a necklace. Love marks littered his body and he showed it off to everyone—wearing polos with the buttons intentionally stopping right under his swallows or not wearing anything at all. You believed his words like a gospel and everything he said seemed like a prayer. That was him for you and perhaps all of the boys and the girls adoring him in everything that he did.

Now, you were back in the same place where you last fell in love, alone again. You prayed to God that he was here. Chanting his name multiple times under your breath until he appears right beside you—but you knew that no magic in the universe will do that for you. You were born unlucky, after all.

“Harry, Harry, Harry…fucking Harry,” you groaned, annoyed. Italy is just associated with Harry and it was fucking annoying. Why did you come to Italy in the first place? It’s unlike you to go back to a place associated with bad memories—the reason why you never went back to your hometown. But then again, you saw that there was a seat sale on some airline and that your boss told you to go take a break because you’ve been working non-stop since that wretched summer happened. You shook your head, an attempt to get rid of the guy inside your mind. So you walk, head on, in the streets of Florence where you fantasised the tow of you roaming around Cinque Terre, a city that overlooked the ocean. You remembered that Cinque Terre was a sight in itself. The city was adorned with hues of blue, yellow, red, and pink buildings. It had five towns and it was secluded from other cities. It was a nice life where you can buy pastries and greet the baker. Everybody knew everyone and Harry Styles was very well-known.

To be completely honest, you didn’t know how Harry Styles managed to stay in your mind for two years. You can still remember the rasps and the moans when you had sex—an ear-worm that haunted you to this very day. Still, you couldn’t help but smile when you took a trip to the theme park. A place where you and him considered solacing. It was loud in there, the mechanics of the rides replaying inside your head, little Italian children and international tourists asking their mothers to get them a toy.

Perhaps you could visit the theme park alone this time. You knew that it was open at this season. Everyone’s there and it’s summer. You stopped a small bakery to get some bread for lunch. You and Harry went to this place, around noon, to get a croissant sandwich that Harry raved about. You also remembered how much he liked their focaccia flowers. You entered, the smell of coffee and freshly baked bread enveloping your senses. You were giddy—they served the best bread in the world. You walked to the counter, smiling at the same baker that greeted you two years ago.

“Ciao, bella!” the man greeted.

“Hi. May I get a ham and cheese croissant sandwich and Caffe Latte?” you asked him, remembering your order from the last time you went here.

“Cosa certa,” he said, listing your orders on a notepad. “For who?”

“Y/N,” you replied, opening your wallet to retrieve your card. The barista nodded as you paid for the food.

“Grazie,” he said. “My boy will call your name and you can get your food,”

“Grazie,” you replied, walking away from the man and his cheeriness. You sat down on a chair where you can view the busy streets outside. You sighed sadly. The last time, you were the couple sitting a couple of tables from you—enveloped in each other’s hands, unaware of the prying eyes.

———

“Ah, fuck!” you exclaimed once you were inside your hotel room, exhausted from the wishful thinking and the walking. You walked towards the balcony and sighed, opting to open a bottle of wine from the mini bar. Getting wine drunk in Florence, Italy doesn’t seem like a bad idea.

Or maybe it was because the next day, you opened your emails. Hungover, you looked to see that you had an e-ticket to the theme park. Then, you remembered that in a courageous rush, you bought one in hopes of seeing the man with green eyes again. So in a haste, you were up and dressed, a plastic cup of coffee in your hands, in a cab to the amusement park. You watched the panoramic view outside your video and you wondered how a love like yours and Harry’s ended like it did. It was sad, really. He just left and in harsher terms, he ghosted you once you landed back in America. Fucking Harry.

You sighed, for the nth time—ready to just combust and call Harry. But you can’t, so you just chanted his name again, until it was time for you to enter the gates of the theme park. You looked at it, it was all the same. All the fucking same and you were reliving everything alone. You walked around the theme park and it was gigantic. There were trees that shaded the walkways and families taking photos of their children. You smiled at the sight, love and joy radiating the place but for some reason, you can’t be bothered. You were alone in a sea of people bonding and it just sucked. You sat inside one of the cafes in the theme park and got yourself his favourite Americano. What else is there anyway? He made you a godforsaken mess—an idiotic fool. You were busy looking through your phone, chanting his name under your breath when a pair of black Old Skool Vans appeared on your line of sight. You looked up and there he was, looking at you, his mouth agape. He seemed to be alone too and you were there too, speechless how he found his way to you. Perhaps all your chanting was true and the universe wanted you to meet again.

“Y/N?” he breathed, pulling the chair in front of you, a Caffe Latte in his hand. “How have you been? What brings you to Italy? Why are you here?”

“Hold on,” you replied, still in shock at the wonder in front of you. Harry was here. He was here and he was real because the way that he was looking at you right now was the same way he looked at you before. “Harry…how are you here?”

“I asked first,” he said, seeing the Americano in your hand and how you were still in sync with him because he got you your favourite.

“I took a break from work and saw that there was a seat sale going here so I decided to stay here. Yeah,” you nodded, awkward.

“I drove here from London. I stopped by France and I decided to go to Italy too,” he replied, clearing his throat. “How have you been?”

“Been better,” you admitted. “I mean, it’s Italy,”

“Yeah, I feel the same,” he replied. “Y/N, love. We’re here in Italy, in an amusement park. Do you want to try out some rides and just forget for a little while?”

“What do we do?” you asked.

“Just…relive Italy together even just for this day,” he said. “I do need a hand to hold onto in the roller coaster,” he said, extending his hand. It was true. He was a little bit of a scaredy cat in some rides and you were the hand that he held onto when he needed reassurance that everything will be okay. You thought about it. It would be nice to spend Italy with someone.

“Alright but we're not talking about what happened last time, okay?,” you nodded and he beamed.

“Alright,”

———

“Are you sure you want to ride the roller coaster?” you asked him. You were in a queue and were close to the entry gates. Harry was shaking like a flower.

“Relive it, right?” he said, forcing a smile. “I want to, Y/N,” I want to hold your hand again, he thought. There was absolutely no way for him to ride on this goddamn roller coaster but you liked how free it made you feel. The ups, and downs, and the spikes made you feel liberated. It made you feel something and you liked how your hair flew everywhere. He didn’t want to ride the death trap but if it meant seeing you smile genuinely and holding your hand when he’s scared, then he wouldn’t mind a little sacrifice. You smiled at him, excited.

“I promise, after we finish the ride, you can lean on me if your legs wobble,” you teased and Harry laughed. He might take you up on that offer.

“You’re so mean to me,” he pouted but smiling anyway as he saw you chuckle. “Will you treat me to a nice scoop of gelato after? I was thinking...pistachio or cherry,”

“Alright,” you said, nodding. The queue to the rollercoaster became shorter and shorter and you were bouncing on your feet in anticipation while Harry bounced for the opposite reason. Soon, you were inside the little carts, waiting for the operator to finish setting up everybody.

“You want me to hold your hand, Harry?” you asked, opening your palm for him to squeeze.

“Yes, please,” he nodded, gulping thickly. “You know how queasy I get sometimes,” he chuckled nervously, wiping his sweaty hand on his blue denim before encasing your hand with his. “I’m sorry if my hands get sweaty,”

“It’s alright. Thank you for coming with me to ride it anyway,” feeling nauseous at the familiarity of the scene unfolding before you. Harry’s leg bouncing, his hand and yours, the sweat on your forehead from the heat, and the love that you felt for him. You wanted to scream at him, push him, and ask him what the fuck happened between the two of you. The way that he’s looking at you right now, through the facade of his anxiety, was love and you knew that.

“May we please remind you to keep your seatbelts on, be seated, and most of all, enjoy the ride,” a woman spoke, triggering the machine to pull back slightly and slowly riding up the small bump, before speeding down to the ground.

Harry was hysterical beside you, screaming while closing his eyes in fear. His grip on your palm became tighter and you smiled, screaming at the top of your lungs. The frustration, anger, sadness, and hurt all coming out and nobody cared. This was freedom. You screamed some more until your lungs gave out.

“Fuck!” you heard the man beside you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,”

“It’s okay, Harry!” you screamed in return. “We’re about to land,” you added, seeing that you were about to enter the station again. The coaster slowed down, stopping at its designated spot. You looked at Harry, who was red. You were pretty sure that there were tear stains on his cheeks but you ignored them.

“Thank you for riding our famous roller coaster. We hope to see you again,”

“Hope my ass. You will never see me set foot on this shit again,” Harry muttered under his breath, making you laugh. The safety locks on your chairs are lifted and you lead him to the exit. He was heaving, and had wobbly legs.

“You okay?” you asked. “I’m sorry if I had to make you go through that. We can try on other rides if you want to,” you offered.

“No, no more rides, please. Just wanna sit and play carnival games later. With the big toys, you know?” Harry said, rushing on the first bench that he sees. It actually takes a while before Harry calms down again. He laid on the bench for what seemed like an hour, bottles of water on his stomach that it makes you wonder if it was alright to just tell him to go home and leave things at that. You were about to speak when Harry interrupted you.

“Y/N,” he called. “Do you...maybe want to leave this place and have dinner with me?”

“Harry...I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you replied. “Only here, remember? After this, I have to go back to my hotel and you back to where you’re from,”

“Please, Y/N...I have so many things to tell you,” he said, sitting up so you could sit beside him. You didn’t, opting to stay on the bench beside where he was. The distance was frustrating Harry but he respected your boundaries. “Well, I’ll say it here then,”

You nodded, uneasy. Harry sounded serious and solemn in what’s supposed to be a happy place.

“I’m sorry I left,” he started, making you gasp at his bluntness. “I really am. Look, the last time I went here was with you and it was the best trip that I have ever had. I knew that it was something that I would cherish for the rest of my life but--”

“Why did you leave me?” you asked, facing him. “Do you know how I felt when you left? When we landed back, you changed. You just left and I couldn’t call or text you. I received text messages from you thrice a month and that was you being generous,” you told him, newfound courage surging through your bloodstream.

“I was scared,” he admitted, making you chuckle pathetically.

“What about me? Wasn’t I scared too? It’s been two years. You can’t just decide to pop in anytime you want and leave when it’s convenient. Did you even mean it when you said that you loved me?” you asked, defeated. People started to notice the fight that broke out with you two and they started to recognise who Harry was. You noticed too so you stood up. Harry trailed behind you until you stopped at a more private part of the park.

“You know I love you, petal,” he replied, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I told you to never doubt that, right? I love you still, Y/N and I’m sorry,”

“Harry--why are you here? Why did you insist on reliving what we had two years ago?” you asked, desperately trying. He was hiding and you were sure of it but he didn’t budge, shrugging.

“I’m sorry. I don’t--don’t know why I did what I did and then doing what I’m doing now. You know I’m not a man of regrets but I’ve been feeling so alone and lonely and I miss you.I love you I really do but that night, when we landed...I realised how Italy can only happen in Italy.There’s so many people prying on my business and I don’t know how they’ll react,”

“You’re ashamed of me,” you concluded, nodding at his confession. Harry was rendered speechless. It wasn’t as if he was ashamed. He was scared of how the public will react when you’re revealed to the world. “You’re fucking ashamed of me because I’m not like you?” you ask him, and Harry could feel the venom dripping from your words. “I--I can’t do this,” you exclaimed, tears on your cheeks. You laughed pathetically at yourself, straightening your back and walking. Harry was Harry so he grabbed you by the arm, ready to apologise and admit his mistake but you snatched your arm away from his grasp.

“Don’t,” you seethed. “Don’t fucking touch me. Don’t talk to me, don’t think of me. Leave me the fuck alone, Harry. I swear to God,” you warned, walking away from the boy who broke your heart for the second time. Harry was slumped over, his figure becoming smaller and smaller in the Italian sunset and you sobbed, leaving your heart with the man who took it.

You were hoping for a change but now, you were back in the same place where you last fell in love, alone again. You prayed to God that he was following you. Calling out your name multiple times above the crowd that was starting to appear until he appears right beside you—but you knew that no magic in the universe will do that for you. You were born unlucky, after all.

“Harry, Harry....fucking Harry,”

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Buddy’s Problem part 3

And here's the last chapter! And if it feels kinda incomplete, that's cause it kinda is. I wasn't able to fit everything I wanted to into this fic, so there will probably be another fic later, focusing on Buddy solving his problems with the help of the others.

But that will be in a while, cause I've got other stuff to do first, and other fics to write. Until then, enjoy this fic, maybe check out my other fics, and definitely check out Left Behind, written by my friend @colorfulcollectordragon-2f8ee55c.

Filbo was having fun. Everyone, was having fun as far as he could tell. While they had, originally, gone to Gramble's place for the party it ended up that Gramble practically lived out of an animal shelter. Fitting, for the short Grumpus, but not very good for a party. So they had ended up moving to Wambus and Triffany's house instead, which meant they could be as loud as they want.

Which Chandlo took as a challenge, of course, after he had had a few beers. As it turned out, the bodybuilder was a lightweight, and Snorpy was currently trying to make him be quiet.

Beyond that, everyone else seemed to be having a great time, chatting among themselves or dancing to the music. Though Cromdo and Wiggle had gotten into a bit of a singing competition, it seemed to be all in good fun.

"Man, this is a great party!" Filbo commented to himself as he sipped at his own beer. He didn't get drunk easily, but he still wanted to be able to drive home. He could easily stay the night, but he didn't want to intrude.

He looked out the window, which had a good view of the driveway. No little red car yet, but it was still early. They'd left a note on Gramble's door, so Buddy would know to come here instead.

Hopefully, he'd be able to make it.

But, as the night went on and the party ran down, Buddy never showed up. And Filbo couldn't stop the hard, cold ball of dread from forming in his stomach. Finally, he went to where Wambus was arguing with Snorpy on whether he should continue growing and selling sauce.

"Hey, uh, Wambus?" The farmer turned to face the new Mayor fully, ignoring Snorpy even as he kept talking. "Can I use your phone?"

"Why?" He asked, reaching out to shove Snorpy's hat over his eyes. The poor guy must have drunk more than Filbo'd thought, as he immediately tripped over his own feet and onto the couch.

"Uh, well, Buddy told me he'd come. But, y'know, he never showed up. So I wanted to give him a quick call, and make sure he was okay."

"Sure." He gestured for Filbo to follow, and led the smaller Grumpus to the phone on the wall. He then leaned against the other wall nearby to watch as Filbo dialed in the number he'd memorized, and held the receiver up to his ear.

Nothing, just a dial tone. He hung up, then tried again to be greeted with the same result. He was about to try a third time when Wambus snatched the phone and did it for him instead, frowning at he dial tone.

"Does he usually call people at this time of night?" He asked as he hung up, and Filbo shook his head.

"Not while I was there." He shrugged helplessly, and watched the farmer's frown deepen.

"I don't like this." He said. "We should go check on him."

"What, now?!" Filbo rushed after Wambus as he headed for the door. "But half of us are drunk!"

Wambus paused, then changed direction to where Triffany was talking with Floofty. "Triffy. I need ya to drive me to, ah, to Buddy's house. He's not answering his phone, and he was supposed to be here." He told her.

Oh dear." Triffany put down her glass of water, worry already creasing her features. "Of course I'll drive ya, Wamby. Gotta make sure he's okay, after all."

"I will accompany you." Floofty spoke up, setting their own glass of water down.

"Oh, you don't have to do that, Floofty." Filbo told them. "You can stay and enjoy the party."

"Nonsense. You have been drinking as much as anyone else. You need someone to drive you." They reached over and plucked Filbo's keys from his paw. "And besides, our friend may require medical assistance, and I am the most qualified to give it. It's the least I could do for all the help he's given me."

"Oh, uh, okay then." Filbo followed them out and to their car, watching as Wambus and Trffany got in Wambus' truck. He had to give them directions, as Floofty had never been to Buddy's apartment before. But, they did exactly as he told them, and Triffany followed close behind.

They made it there quickly, and parked in front of the old brick building. Filbo climbed out of Floofty's car as soon as they got it parked, and bypassed the intercom system to head straight for the stairs instead. A few seconds later, he heard the others following behind him.

He stopped at the door to Buddy's apartment, and knocked quickly. "Hey, Buddy? You in there?" No answer, and as Filbo went to knock again Wambus elbowed in front of him and banged on the door instead.

"Open up!" He growled out, and Triffany and Filbo rushed to make him stop.

"Wamby! We don't want to scare the poor dear." She scolded.

"O-or wake everyone else up." Filbo looked around, in case anyone tried to come out and yell at them. When he turned back, Floofty was crouched by the door, something in their hands. "Uh, Floofty? What are you doing?"

"Picking the lock, of course." Floofty suppressed a sigh of annoyance. "Whether he's actually in there or not, it's clear he has no intention of answering. Thus, the only way to gain entry is to do it ourselves."

"But isn't that illegal?" Filbo asked. Floofty paused for a second, then chuckled darkly and finished picking the lock. They stood up and to the side, letting Filbo be the one to actually open the door.

Filbo didn't hesitate to enter the apartment, calling quietly as the others followed. "Buddy? Are you in here?"

"Absolutely disgusting." Floofty nudged an empty bottle with their prosthetic. "Was it this bad the last time you were here?"

"Not really." He looked around the room. "I mean, it was kinda messy a couple of weeks ago, but not this bad."

"Hmm." Floofty approached the Wall of Paper, reading through each article thoroughly.

"Filbo? Ya might wanna come look at this." Filbo went to where Triffany was standing by the door to Buddy's "spare room". The room itself was filled with file boxes, one of which the archeologist had opened. It was filled with more folders full of paper, each one with a large red REJECTED stamped on the front. Triffany was looking through one, and Filbo, against his better judgement, grabbed one up himself.

It was an article, one written by Buddy if the writing was any indication. He closed the folder and looked at the REJECTED stamp again, before turning back to the stacks and stacks of boxes in the room. Some of them were regular cardboard boxes labeled with things like KITCHEN or PHOTOS. But the vast majority, Filbo was sure, held more rejected articles.

"Looks like our journalist has been busy." Triffany observed quietly. "Maybe too busy. Has he ever mentioned any other friends?"

"I... no. Not to me, anyways." Filbo admitted. He stared at the folder in his hands as he stood up. "We gotta find Buddy."

"Found him!" Wambus called from the bathroom. The two hurried that way, to find Buddy passed out in the bath tub, Wambus standing over him and reading a bottle. "Looks like he drunk himself into a stupor."

"My respect for him has lowered considerably." Floofty commented dryly as they approached to check his vitals. "At least he didn't try to drive anywhere, or I would have killed him myself."

"Floofty, please." Triffany scolded. "Now is not the time."

"Hmph." They stood up, drying their now damp hands on a nearby towel. "Well, he's still alive, at least. But it would be highly dangerous for him to remain here alone."

"I could stay here with him." Filbo volunteered, and Wambus snorted.

"Not gonna happen." He said, leaning down and grabbing Buddy, hefting him up over his shoulder in a firegrump carry. "We'll bring him back with us."

"Wamby, no. That's kidnapping." Triffany chased her husband down as he power-walked out of the apartment. Floofty and Filbo exchanged a look, then quickly followed them out, the scientist grabbing the keys from the small dish by the door as they passed.

The way back seemed to take less time, though that might've been the alcohol finally taking hold. Filbo tried to focus on what he could see of Triffany and Wambus in the truck in front of them, watching as they apparently argued.

As they pulled up, Filbo noticed that most of the cars were gone. 'Oh. I guess the others left when we did.' He felt a little guilty about that, but it had been quite late already. 'I hope they all got home okay.'

Him and Floofty watched as Wambus climbed out of the truck, the grabbed Buddy and carried him into the house. Triffany followed, wringing her paws together worriedly. Beside him, Floofty sighed.

"I'd better go collect my brother and his partner." They said and left the car. Filbo followed and they went inside, where Triffany was checking up on Chandlo and Snorpy, who were laying on the couch. They approached, but when they got close their face twisted into an expression of disgust.

"Really, Snorpington?" They muttered, but settled onto the floor near the couch anyways. Filbo took the chance to go to where he knew the guest room was, where Wambus had set Buddy onto the bed.

"... Do you think he'll be okay?" The smaller Grumpus asked, watching from the doorway. Wambus just shook his head, turning to leave the room.

"No clue, Filbo. But I think it's time for everybody to get some sleep." He said gruffly. "We've got another couch, if ya need it."

"Oh. Thanks Wambus." He was feeling pretty tired, as it had been a pretty eventful day. And, with what they'd found, he didn't really want to leave Buddy alone. He followed Wambus to the second couch, and settled in for the night.

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"Ngh." Buddy threw an arm over his eyes as light streamed in through the window. 'Wait, the bathroom doesn't have any windows! Or a bed!' He sat up quickly, then fell back against the pillows as his head throbbed and his eyes burned. 'Mistake! That was a mistake! Ow!' Carefully, he rolled away from the light and slowly opened his eyes, looking around. 'Yeah, no. This isn't my bedroom. I don't know where this is.' He huffed a quiet laugh that made his face hurt. 'Snorpy was right, there is a Grumpinatti.'

As the ex journalist considered whether he was up to fight hordes of possible cultists, the door creaked open, then shut again as someone entered the room. They stopped by the bed, and Buddy managed to turn his head back enough to see Wambus standing there, a mug of something steaming in his paws.

"... How the grump did you get in my house?" Was all he said. Wambus gave a low chuckle, setting the mug down on the bedside table.

"Filbo showed me." The farmer told him. "Drink that when you can. It'll help with the hangover." There was thud from another room, followed by begging and then yelling, thought both were indistinct. "... I gotta go separate those two again. Triffy'll be by to check up on ya soon."

Time passed. Buddy wasn't sure how much, as there wasn't a clock and he didn't have his watch, but he did eventually manage to sit up and drink the... drink that Wambus had brought him. It was absolutely disgusting, so he didn't drink much of it, even if it did help his headache. But eventually, Triffany did come in with some food.

"Hey there." She said, quietly but cheerfully, holding up the plate. " I brought ya some breakfast. "

"Oh, uh. Thanks?" He accepted the plate, but she didn't leave. "Um, why am I... here?"

"Oh, Filbo got worried when you didn't show up at the party last night. And then him and Wamby got even more worried when you wouldn't answer your phone."

"Uh, yeah. I kinda... stopped paying the bill on that." He told her sheepishly. "I wasn't sure I'd be able to afford it without a job, y'know?"

That was a lie, of course. He'd actually taken the receiver off the hook so none of them could call him. But he wasn't going to tell her that, not when she looked so worried about him already.

"Oh honey. That's terrible." She told him, but he just shrugged in response, feeling guilty.

"I mean, it's not the first time. I get paid for the articles that go out, so if that doesn't happen..." He sighed. At least that part was true. "I just hope Beffica has an easier time of it than I've had."

"I'm sure she'll be just fine, dear." Triffany told him. "Say, if you're feeling up to it, why don't you come eat at the table? Filbo and Wambus should be back soon, and they'll be happy to see ya up and about."

"Sure. Why not." Buddy sighed, and followed her to the dining room. He looked out the windows as they passed, but couldn't see his car. 'I guess they went to go it. I hope they went to go get it.'

Buddy stayed mostly quiet while him and Triffany ate breakfast, though a look at the clock showed it was actually closer to lunchtime. Ah well, wasn't the first time he'd woken up late with a hangover. When he did talk, he kept it away from his personal issues, keeping it on more lighthearted topics instead.

Finally, though, Wambus and Filbo showed back up, with the smaller Grumpus driving Buddy's tiny red car. 'Finally!' He thought as he watched them climb out and head for the house. 'Now I can get out of their lives.'

The two at the table stood as the others came in, Buddy just barely restraining himself from snatching his keys out of Filbo's paw. "Did ya boy get everything done.?" Triffany asked.

"Yep." Wambus adjusted his hat. "Threw out all those bottles."

"What?" Buddy deadpanned, then took a deep breath. "You, uh, you only threw the empty ones out, right?"

"Nope." He answered bluntly, and Buddy felt a brief, burning rage before it dissolved into depressed acceptance.

"Fine. Okay." He sighed and turned to grab his keys from Filbo, who held them back. "... Give me my keys, Filbo."

"I think we need to talk, Buddy." He said instead, and Buddy gave an angry huff before just snatching them and stalking out of the house. Triffany and Wambus exchanged a look, while Filbo ran after him.

"Buddy, wait!" He grabbed his arm before the orange Grumpus could reach his car.

"What, Filbo?!" He snapped, turning and yanking his arm away. "What do you want now? Cause what I want is to go home, and try and find a paper that will take me! If Clumby hasn't blacklisted me, of course."

"I..." What to say in this situation? Buddy had never looked so angry before, and Filbo wasn't sure what to do. He swallowed thickly. "That doesn't sound like too big of a problem-"

"Oh no, that's not my problem." Buddy said with false cheer. "My problem is that no matter what I do, I get thrown out like a piece of trash!!" He had started shouting, and wasn't sure when. Filbo looked taken aback, having drawn away when the yelling started. "So now, I'm gonna leave before I get thrown out! Again!" He yanked his car door open and got inside, slamming it shut. Unfortunately, when he tried to start the engine, nothing happened.

"Piece. Of. Shit." He groaned before letting his head fall to the steering wheel. A second later there was a knock on the window, and he turned just enough to see Filbo staring worriedly at him through the glass. Buddy ignored him, so he walked around the front of the car and got in the passenger seat. Buddy cursed his broken door locks.

"Get out of my car, Filbo." He growled, not lifting his head up.

"No. Not until you tell me what you're talking about!" The strength in his tone surprise the orange Grumpus. "... What makes you so sure we're gonna "throw you out"?"

For a long moment, neither of them spoke. Then Buddy sighed and leaned back, pressing his paws into his eyes. "Why wouldn't you throw me out. Everyone else I've ever met has."

"That can't be true!" Filbo protested.

"Really? Then tell that to my parents. And childhood "friends". And every single job I've ever worked." He sighed and glared out the windshield. "I'm a terrible Grumpus, Filbo. Everything I try to do, I screw it up somehow. Even when I do something right, I end up doing it... wrong. And if it doesn't go wrong, then it ends not mattering either way."

"That's not true!" Filbo insisted. "You helped everyone in Snaxburg-"

"And fed them all parasites! I fed you all so many you started to turn into them!" He smacked the wheel, frustrated. "If we didn't find Liz when we did, none of us would be here right now!"

"Hey, hey, it's okay. We all- Most of us made it out okay. The Snax wore off, and we're all fine." He tried to give a reassuring smile, but Buddy just turned away. "Nobody blames you for that. Heck, I don't think they even blame Liz. So, it's fine. Right?"

"No Filbo, it's NOT fine." He tried one more time to start the car, and was rewarded by the engine finally sputtering to life. "Now, get out of my car. I have job applications to fill."

Instead, he heard the click of a seat-belt locking into place. He looked over to see Filbo had instead buckled himself up, and was staring at Buddy with his arms crossed.

"Oh. My. Grump." He deadpanned. "Just get out."

"Nope! If you leave, I'm leaving with you." He gave Buddy a hard look. "I am not letting you go and drink yourself back into a stupor."

He barked out a short, humorless laugh. "Beffica was right, you really are a squeeb."

"Hey, she said I was the good kind of squeeb!" The tone was light, and kept Buddy from feeling too bad about it. A not uncomfortable silence descended on the two, as Buddy messed with the switches on his dashboard. "... Did you ever think about coming out here?" Filbo finally asked.

"I mean, I could. I don't really know what I'd do, but I could."

"I'm sure we could find some sort of job for you. If nothing else, you could, uh, be Floofty's assistant?" Filbo scratched his head. "Or I could give you a job in office. At least until the next election."

"Sure, why not." He snorted. "What could go wrong with putting me in leadership position."

"... You could be a file clerk or something?" He suggested, and Buddy gave a real laugh this time.

"We'll see." He told him. "Now, get out of my car, for real. I gotta go home, take a shower." He sighed. "Buy groceries."

"Oh, uh. Yeah." Filbo let himself out of the car, but didn't close the door. "Just, uh, don't do the whole drinking thing again, okay? You made everyone really worried."

A pause, and then Buddy gave a reassuring smile. "Sure, I think I can manage that."

#bugsnax #buddy's problem #the journalist #filbo fiddlepie #wambus troubleham #Triffany lottablog #floofty fizzlebean

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captainscanadian · 4 years

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Exception | Carter Baizen x Reader (Part 9) - FINALE

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Summary: What goes around comes around.

Word Count: 3700+

Pairing: CEO!Carter Baizen x Lawyer!Reader, Carter Eleanor Lydia Baizen x OMC Christian Shepherd

Warnings: Pregnancy, Morning Sickness, Mentions of alcohol and prostitutes

A/N: This is my entry for @baezen‘s writing challenge. Shout out to @franksufferbuddy @propertyofpoeandbucky and @tinymalscoffee for being the reason why I even finished this fic. They were all so motivating! <3 But this is it, folks! It’s over! I finished another fic.

To say that the summer of 2020 had been a whirlwind would be an understatement. From your father’s sudden hospitalization that prompted your return to the Upper East Side, to your reunion with Carter Baizen and his unfortunate accident that led to your daughter’s arrival in New York City, to your rushed wedding… things had happened so fast that they seemed too good to be true.

A perfectly happy ending that you did not think you deserved until you were reminded that not everyone was perfect. Your parents weren’t perfect in the way they had raised you, Gregory and Lydia weren’t perfect in the way that they had raised Carter, and you and Carter weren’t any different. The two of you had never been perfect. But you had made your worst mistakes, learned your hardest lessons and now you would move forward with your lives and try to be the best parents you could possibly be to your daughter.

“Alright, she said she needs a few more minutes to get ready.” Annalise announced as she exited your daughter’s bedroom and jogged down the stairs. “How are you two feeling?”

As you stood at the bottom of the stairs with your arms crossed against your chest, you shook your head. “Annalise, I’m fine… I’ve seen her in school uniform before.” You reminded her with a sigh, turning over to look at your husband who looked as though he was holding back his tears even before your daughter had even walked out wearing her new uniform.

“But you haven’t seen her in Constance uniform.”

“I’m starting to think that the three of you are making way too big a deal about this.” You shook your head. “Constance is not a big deal, you know? She got in because she had good grades, there was no surprise there. She’s going there because she earned her place there and we’re not treating her any differently because she got in.” After all, humility was the one thing you wanted to teach your daughter even before she had arrived in the Upper East Side. “It’s just a plaid skirt and a white button-up blouse, for crying out loud.”

“Our daughter going off to Constance is a big deal, Y/N.” Carter pointed out as he rested his head against your shoulder. “It’s not about the uniform. It’s about the legacy. You went to Constance, my sister went to Constance, our parents and grandparents went to Constance. It’s about the legacy that Carter’s about to uphold. You know how this works. Going to Constance means that she’s now officially a part of the Upper East Side and… she’s inevitably a part of our legacy here.”

You nudged him away before rolling your eyes. “Come on, Carter. We’ve been saying that all summer. Yes, she is our legacy but… she doesn’t have to feel the pressures of it. That kind of pressure at that age doesn’t do anyone any good and you and I know better than anyone else… what the kind of pressure does to you when you’re young..”

“Are you saying that you don’t want her going to Constance then?” He asked as he looked over at you, biting down on his bottom lip as he realized that you must have had your own anxieties when it came to letting your daughter run loose in the Upper East Side. As any mother should, especially when you had been through what you had been through when you had been a teenager yourself. Raising a teenage daughter in this hell hole was not going to be a walk in the park. “Y/N, talk to me…”

“Carter, you know that’s not what I mean…” You shook your head before wrapping your arms around him. “I have no problem with her going to Constance. It’s just that… her world is about to change so drastically once she starts school here. The rich kids in London are not the same as the rich kids in New York, you know? I don’t want her to go into a culture shock when she realizes how wild the kids at Constance and St. Jude’s really are. I know how she is and I trust her. But I can’t say the same about the kids who… weren’t raised the same way I raised her. You know, I’ve done a lot of stupid shit because of peer pressure and I don’t want that for her.”

Pulling you into a tight hug, he nodded understandingly. “Hey… I know what you mean. You worry about her because you’re a good mother. But she’s just a kid, Y/N. She is going to be exposed to the things that we were exposed to when we were kids. She’s going to make mistakes and we’re going to let her figure out the kind of person she wants to be. But you need to understand that she’s not going to make the same mistakes we made, because we’re here for her. We’re going to be here for her for as long as she needs us to. You raised her well, Y/N. Perhaps you should trust your good parenting like I do.”

You chuckled softly at his last words before you pulled back from his embrace. “I never would have thought that Carter Baizen would be such a good father. But you seem to be doing much better at this parenting game than I am…” You admitted, leaning over to peck his lips. “I’m glad you’re a part of her life, Carter. She needed her father.”

“Getting to be a dad was the best thing that happened to me, Y/N.” He admitted. “Us being a family, living right here in the Upper East Side of Manhattan where we grew up, our daughter going off to Constance… all of this feels right, like this is where we’ve always belonged, no matter how far we run away. This is home, this is us… and this was always how it was supposed to be.”

You could not help but agree with that. This was always how things were supposed to be. You and Carter are married, your family businesses merged and your children attending Constance and St. Jude’s. “Think you can give her a ride to school on your way to the office?” You asked your husband, smiling in contentment.

Carter nodded. “I can do that.” He replied, raising his eyebrow at you. “Why, babe? Are you not coming into the office today?”

You shook your head. “I have to tie up some loose ends with the firm back in London.” You replied, shrugging. “I’ve still got a bit of lawyering to do for the day.”

“Lawyering… right.” He rolled his eyes. “Oh and before I forget, you still owe me a date, remember?”

You raised your eyebrow at his words. “Do I? I mean, forgive me for going against our deal, Mr. Baizen. But if I remember correctly, you clearly said to me that me going on a date with you would mean that you would back out from the offer to merge our companies. Now that the merger’s well under way, I guess that pretty much means that I no longer owe you a date, right?”

He shook his head at your words before laughing softly. “You really are a good lawyer, aren’t you?”

“I can’t believe it took you this long to realize that.”

As Carter Eleanor Lydia Baizen stood in front of the floor length mirror in her walk-in closet, she could not help but admire how she looked exactly like the younger version of her mother - just as everybody had been telling her ever since she arrived in New York. She had heard from her grandparents and Annalise that she was Y/N with Carter’s eyes, and as she looked at her reflection now, she started to see it too. She really was the best of her parents.

Growing up without a father was not an easy thing for any young child. But knowing who her father was and still not being able to see him had been the hardest. When she had first asked you about her father, she had only been taken over by her own curiosity. She simply just wanted some answers to the unanswered questions about her life. But she had felt comfortable enough to ask you about him because you had raised her to be open and trusting with you. She had seen you as her closest friend rather than a mother, thanks to you being a young mother.

You did not feel the need to hide the truth about Carter because you knew she needed to know at some point. Telling her that her father’s name was Carter Baizen and that he had been her best friend in the Upper East Side of New York City seemed to be more than enough. You hadn’t told her of the past that you had shared with him. You hadn’t told her about the mistakes you had made. The partying, the underage drinking, the drugs and the truly opulent wealth… you had kept it from her for the sake of protecting from the harsh reality of the Upper East Side.

Perhaps that was why she was extremely nervous about starting at a new school in a new city. Having attended boarding school back in London, Carter Eleanor never had a problem making new friends. As no one really knew who she was, she had found it much easier to get along with people. But in a world where everyone knew her parents, she felt that she had quite the reputation to live up to. Boy, if she only knew…

As she made her way down to see you and Carter standing at the bottom of the stairs, she could not help but smile nervously. “How do I look?” She asked, fixing the collar of her shirt as she swung her Birkin bag over her shoulder - a back to school present from her doting aunt.

“Like a true Upper East Side ‘It Girl’.” You replied with a grin, making your husband look over at you in disbelief. “What? It’s true.”

“You look like a princess, baby girl.” He agreed, his eyes glazing over at the sight of her in her uniform. He had hoped to keep his tears to himself, but failed miserably at the sight of how much she resembled your younger self. “Like my princess.”

“Thanks, dad.” She smiled, pulling him into a tight hug.

You watched in awe as the two of them hugged, a part of you regretting having kept your daughter away from her father for as long as you had. But you knew that bringing her back to Manhattan had been the right thing to do. She seemed a lot happier here than she was back in London, making the most out of being in her father’s presence, having weekly shopping trips to Fifth Avenue with her Aunt Caroline and taking up an internship at the New York Spectator for the next summer at her Uncle Nate’s insistence. She really did belong in New York.

With your Carters leaving for the house for the day, you found yourself crouching down to the tiled floor of your bathroom and emptying the contents of your breakfast into the toilet. At first you had assumed that it must have been indigestion. But you weren’t a complete idiot. You had been tracking your cycle ever since you had gotten rid of your IUD and you hadn’t missed your period once… not until now.

Annalise Rosetti was a very observant and well-prepared woman, so she had bought you a handful of pregnancy tests the moment she learned that you had gotten your IUD removed. The thought that you were considered having more children, that too with Carter of all people, had been delightful to the woman who had been there during every step of your relationship with him.

When she heard you gagging in your bathroom, she had rushed to your aide. “Miss. Y/N?”

“Call Carter.” You told her as you flushed the toilet and gargled your mouth, splashing some cold water on your face as your eyes glazed over. “Tell him to cancel his meetings and come home right now. I need him here.”

As you looked up at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, you could not help but feel the sense of deja vu that was lingering around your bathroom. In this same bathroom fifteen years ago, you had taken a pregnancy test that had come out positive. Feeling lost and confused at the age of seventeen, fearing that Carter might end your relationship if he ever found out, you had discarded the test and boarded your family’s private jet to Santorini.

Had you told Carter the truth that night, your life would have turned out to be so different now. Perhaps this time around, you could do things right. Have Carter be a part of this pregnancy every step of the way. If you were going to take the test now, then you knew that you needed your husband right there with you. Keeping your pregnancy from him once had cost you fifteen years, and you were not going to make that mistake once again.

When Carter Baizen had gotten that panic-stricken phone call from Annalise that morning, he had certainly gotten worried - his first thought had been that he had seen you that morning and you seemed fine when you sent him off to work. The woman hadn’t disclosed the reason why you needed him home so soon, but he wasn’t going to question it either. If you needed him home, then he would just drop everything he was doing at the office and drive back home.

Worried as he arrived at the penthouse, he had rushed over to your bedroom the moment he stepped out of the elevator. Hoping for the best but expecting the worst, he had found you crouched down by the toilet. “Y/N?” He called out to you, the concern clearly evident in his voice. “Babe, are you okay?”

You looked up at him, the tears streaming down your face as you tried to fight the nausea. “Carter… I-I don’t feel too good.” You told him, holding your hand out.

Carter was quick to crouch down beside you, pulling your hair out of your face and rubbing your back. “Are you alright? Do you want me to call for the doctor?”

You shook your head as you grabbed onto his arm, finally getting off of the floor and walking towards the sink. “Carter…” You wiped away your tears and turned on the water, gargling your mouth. “I’ll be fine…”

“Y/N? What’s going on?” He frowned at the sight of you, but hugged you from behind as he worried. “Babe, talk to me.”

“I think I’m pregnant.” You replied, looking up at him. “I’ve been tracking my cycle since I got my IUD removed and… I haven’t had my period. Annalise thought that I should take a test, but I just… I wanted you here.” Turning around to face him, you sniffled. “I wanted you to be a part of this pregnancy, every step of the way.”

A smile crept upon his lips as he heard your words, a sigh of relief escaping her lips as he tightened his grip around you and rested his chin against your shoulder. “Oh darling…” His hands gently caressed your belly as he looked over at your reflection in the mirror.

The mere thought that you wanted him to be a part of every single step in this pregnancy made Carter realize that he had finally redeemed himself in front of your eyes. From being the man whom you had loathed the most in this world to being the love of your life as he was always meant to be, he knew that you had always been the one who would get him out of his guilt. He was not proud of who he used to be back then, and he had always believed that being stripped of knowing his firstborn had been the price he had to pay for being so awful. But now, knowing that he would get to spend the rest of his life as your husband and the father of your children, knowing that it was what you wanted, none of the riches of the Upper East Side could ever hold up to that.

“I couldn't do it without you.”

He knew exactly what you meant by that, which was probably why he found himself tearing up. His own mistakes had been the reason why you had walked away from him, and the pain you must have felt when you had to do everything on your own, he could never imagine how you could have done it. He may not have had the privilege to be there back then, but he knew that he had to be here now.

“You don’t have to.” Carter had assured you. “I’m not going anywhere and I’m not letting you do anything stupid, you hear me? We’re doing this and we’re doing it together, just like we always used to do things since we were kids.”

“Carter Baizen?! You're named after a legend!”

“Carter Baizen and Y/N Y/L/N set the standards for being the ‘it couple’ around here!”

“None of us could ever live up to Y/N Y/L/N!”

“You’re the secret love child of Y/N and Carter Baizen?”

Not that Carter Eleanor had ever expected to find out about her parents’ udying reputation during her first day at Constance Billard School for Girls or anything. Her existence in itself was a reminder that her parents had been quite wild during their teenage years. But the extent of their influence in that school that seemed to have lasted more than fifteen years seemed just as commendable as it was a concern to that poor unexpecting child.

Before she even set foot into her homeroom class, Headmistress Queller had made it known that her parents had been some of the worst behaved pupils she’d had during her career - here’s to hoping that she won’t live up to that legacy. Not the best start to the next four years, your daughter had thought, at least until she arrived at homeroom.

Hearing her name being called during the attendance call had only sparked the interest of her classmates. Carter had never been ashamed to be named after her father. After all, it made her feel as though the man had always been a part of her life despite not actually being there until very recently. God, she wished someone would have told her that Carter Baizen was a legend - she’d had no clue until it was lunchtime, and she’d had a mob of upper year students from both Constance and St. Jude’s crowding around her table saying things about the so-called legend that she was apparently named after.

“Uh… not really a secret since I’m here right now and not really a love child anymore now that they’re married?” She pointed out with a shrug of her shoulders, making a mental note to sit her parents down for a good scolding when she got home that night. “I’m kind of… very legitimate here, folks.”

“You know, your dad invented the Lost Weekend, right?” One of the St. Jude’s boys who had introduced himself as Christian Shepherd mused. “He’s like a total legend around here.”

Not that she had been paying attention to anyone else’s names, but she thought that one was cute. “The Lost Weekend?” She raised her eyebrow slightly, curious about her father’s reputation at his high school.

“It’s kind of like a tradition around St. Jude’s. The juniors get together for a weekend and we stay away from the outside world. We drink, we party, we have fun.” He explained, his lips curling into a smirk. “No girls allowed though.”

“Not that I’d ever want to be a part of something like that…” She shook her head. “No offense to those of you who want to be going to that party. But fifteen years from now, it’ll all seem pointless. Believe me, I would know.”

“I’ll be hosting this year’s Lost Weekend at my place. I’ll be providing the food, the drinks, the girls… and everyone practices what I preach during those forty eight hours.” He pointed out once again. “I’d hate to say it the way it is, beautiful. But your father would be so disappointed to know that you’re not keen on having his legacy live on.”

“Hm…” Perhaps it was the fact that she was Carter Baizen’s daughter, but she knew a wannabe bad boy when she saw one. “So, you think that throwing some stupid party and bribing your classmates with alcohol and hookers would be enough to make everyone practice what you preach?”

“What more could they ask for?” The boy asked, the smirk on his lips not even fading as he was being challenged by a freshman. He was only letting her speak because she was Carter Baizen’s daughter. “I do appreciate some suggestions for improvement though, if you had any. Surely, being the daughter of Carter Baizen means that you could enlighten me on what makes a good Lost Weekend.”

“Oh no, I want no part in that party of yours or what it means to the boys of St. Jude’s. But if you’re really naive enough to think that hosting this party is a rite of passage… then suit yourself. I’m not going to stop you.” She wanted to laugh at how stupid this all seemed. But she was a fourteen year old girl who could not stand to see some pointless party be her parents’ legacy - to her, they were more than two self-obsessed teenagers who constantly made mistakes. “I’d hate to say it the way it is, Shepherd, but you can’t really be talking out of your ass about keeping up with Carter Baizen’s legacy when you’re looking right at her.”

The air was so thick that one could cut it with a knife. But as the current bad boy of the Upper East Side stood there defeated by the new girl in town, one would not have been able to tell that this was just another saga in the making.

They always started with the good girl hating the bad boy.

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maomaosmother · 4 years

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Mao Mao Secret Halloween 2020

Greetings, Mao Mao fans!

It's that time of year again! This year has been a very difficult, and strange one. This also includes our holidays being a bit different than normal. But never fear, we are still holding our second annual Mao Mao Secret Halloween event!

In case you don't know what a Secret Halloween is, it's like Secret Santa, but with a spooky theme instead. You will be exchanging gifts to one another anonymously!

Of course, there are still very important rules attached to this. PLEASE read this whole thing before submitting your wishlist in the comments, and feel free to spread word! The more the merrier!

3. You cannot make changes to your wishlist once the entries close, which will be September 28th. Message me if you need to change something before then.

7. PLEASE tag me in your entry so I know you did it! And of course, tag the person you're giving the gift to, so they can see their request and know who they got their gift from!

Username:

Are you an artist or a writer?:

If an Artist, will you be drawing digitally or traditionally?:

Details on your request(must be Halloween related):

Character(s):

If needed, would you be available to draw/write for another person, in case of an urgent dropout?:

Anything else that you would like to add?:

All entries will close September 28th. You will receive the user, along with their wishlist, that you're making a gift for in your private messages soon afterwards.

I cannot wait for this event to begin! Last year was my first ever Mao Mao event, so I feel more prepared for this year's! I hope y'all are as excited as I am!

Special thanks to Mocha for this lovely Vampire Mao cover artwork! 💗

#mao mao #mao mao heroes of pure heart #mmhoph #mao mao fandom #secret halloween #secret halloween 2020 #mao mao secret halloween #mmsh2020

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Unreleased Rumors and Secrets: Minor’s Memory Book

There was a scandal for the drop rates of the first wish tree event in China, and those cards were never released for any other server. Some of those cards had Rumors and Secrets attached. Some people have translated some, but Gavin’s don’t seem to have been so, and I was asked in the R18 Discord to translate the R&S from our beloved Minor.

Minor’s Memory Book

I got beaten up.

This morning, I was super bold and stuck an “evil begone” sticker onto the school bully’s lunchbox as a challenge. Well, I stuck a bunch on, and that guy suddenly came with five other guys to corner me in the alley. I straightened my back, but I felt a chill. And the result was those four words I started this entry with... I got beaten up. With a bloody nose and a swollen face, I suddenly felt that this era really has no heroes... even a strapping young lad like myself must undergo such suffering...

Suddenly, a pair of white sneakers stood before my eyes. I lifted my swollen face and struggled to focus my eyes, only to see a fierce figure. He extended a hand and grasped the bully’s neck, with steel in his gaze!

“Holy crap... it’s actually Bai! Qi! Xue! Zhang! [Bai Qi is Gavin’s Chinese name. Xuezhang is an honorific used for male seniors in school, similar to Japanese -sempai or Korean -seonbae. I will translate as Gavin-sempai for ease of understanding by a Western nerd audience.]

Today I truly got to see with my own eyes the genuine 1v5. Gavin-sempai reduced them to ashes with his hands. He glanced down at me and was gonna leave, but I grabbed onto his pant leg.

Sempai is as cold as the legends said, all he said was one word: Scram.

What a man!!!

So now my heart has one goal: I want to learn the skill of going 1v5 from sempai!

I keep trying to look for Gavin-sempai, but he heartlessly ignores me... he just keeps drinking his water or sleeping or whatever... I need to go on the attack! So I'll make a plan for perfect understanding!

Ahem. Just "following" sempai is a dull life. Every morning at 7:30 sharp he's at the school gate, with a totally flat schoolbag. I don't know if it has any books inside it... wait, is this important to write down? No, whatever, move on.

The first thing he does is go to the snack kiosk on the north side of the school! Break! Fast! Time! Could it be that Gavin-sempai eats an ordinary breakfast just like us puny mortal men? Oooooh~ it looks like sempai really likes to eat fishballs? This is the third day in a row he ordered them. Maybe it's bad to switch up what you eat?

I made a special effort to go to the floor with the seniors, and went by the window of his class. Of course, usually he wouldn't be there, but!! Today he was there!!

As I expected, he sits in the very back row, so he can go to sleep without hesitation.

Isn't anyone paying attention to him? Oh no, what is this feeling of admiration??? [you're gay honey]

Sempai is tricky, I dunno where he goes after class, but he goes to the library eventually. I can't help thinking, sempai really does whatever he wants.

Huh?! Wait a minute, why would a delinquent like sempai go to the library?!

But even more than that, what made my jaw drop is: I saw sempai get down a book from the top shelf for the prettiest girl in the school! And he was smiling! Smi.... ling..........

I got beaten up again... it really pains my heart to write those words y'know. Why did I try to save that four-eyes who seemed so foolish and helpless but turned out to be a scoundrel? But, isn't that a hero? The times need a hero like me!

Although maybe the times don't need a weak little chicken hero like me...

When I was knocked to the ground by that school bully, that's what I was thinking. My faith was in tatters, but I thought again of the steely eyes of Gavin-sempai, how great it would be if he was there...

Maybe God happened to hear my prayer, because sempai appeared out of the blue! With his cool left hook, he knocked the other guy to the ground. I was so moved my vision was blurred with tears.

Sempai asked me, why are you always making trouble for yourself? I said with passion, because I wanna be a hero, I can't stand to see school bullies bullying the weak. Then sempai said, don't you know they all say I'm a school bully?

In my heart I said yeah I know, but with a firm resolution I shook my head. When he looked at my eyes, the light in them suddenly took on a mysterious glint... as if he was seeing a... what? An idiot?...

Sempai is really hard to get on with. He spoke to me about what real heroism means, but this went so far beyond what I expected from sempai, for him to actually speak to me! I can't remember it I can't remember it...

Anyway! In my opinion, heroism is rushing to the rescue when there's trouble!

Today I am! a! hero!

I don't know for how many days I've been sneaking after sempai, but today I suddenly came across sempai in a real jam! It was all the school bullies who he saved me from before! Altogether there were ten of them! Damn! Using an unfair advantage! How could I, Minor, let something like this happen!

Without thinking much, I rushed out to help sempai! Of course, I was once again immediately beaten up... but I discovered that sempai does 1v10 like he's nuclear powered! So hot, so hot, I think he's hotter than Superman or Ironman! Sempai is a god in my eyes!

But sempai is really cold, he said just two words, like a dagger through my heart: "you trying to die?" [Zhao si “looking for death” in Chinese.]

I could only tell him petulantly, I'm not trying to die, this is my heroism.

Sempai snorted coldly, and said don't sneak after me anymore, it's annoying.

Hahaha? My perfect plan has already been unmasked huh?

I don't even know why I said one more thing then: Sempai, I saw you help the prettiest girl in our school get a book... won’t you...

This is the first day that I've become sempai's—no, Bai-Ge [Big Brother Bai, Gavin-Bro, Gavin-nii-san]'s little brother, hehe, suddenly I feel like I'm floating. Today I can openly walk at Bai-Ge's side. Even though I'm walking on the ground I feel like I'm on a burst of wind, wahahaha! I saw people looking at me and my expression was like that! Just like that.

But I never realized that Bai-Ge would be so strict... I was just chatting idly, mentioning that even more people were giving our school flower [the prettiest girl in school] a love letter, and Bai-Ge suddenly got a weird vibe, and made me go collect those people.

Collecting people is really tiring y'know. I had to run around to a bunch of different classrooms, and getting them to come was annoying. I don't want to do this kind of work anymore.

Bai-Ge just stared at those guys without saying anything. Was it time for me to save the show??? Remembering something I had once been told by a senior, I repeated it for them verbatim, scolding them like: Young people should put their minds on learning, and not rush into romance.

Seeing how they were all trembling with fear made me even more excited.

After I scolded them happily, Bai-Ge walked over, and just said one line: Go take your love letters back. If you scare her, don't blame me if I get rude.

Damn, Bai-Ge is so cool! But saying that, did I just disocver a little secret that I wasn't meant to discover?! Bai-Ge's feelings for the school flower are actually...

I think Bai-Ge [Big Brother Gavin] is probably, sorta, definitely in love. Lately I have become Bai-Ge's private detective, but only specializing on our school flower [MC]. Maybe I should start calling the school flower "sis-in-law"... ah, in olden times heroes also loved beauties, right!

Bai-Ge is acting so different from Bai-Ge now~

Everyday he's at the library. If you wanna know where Bai-Ge is, just ask about where the school flower is and you'll know... he doesn't get in fights, he doesn't go to the track, he doesn't play ball. Like a shadow of his former self, I even saw him using test prep books... it brought me to tears.

In the afternoon when we were in the same gym class, I excitedly told Bai-Ge that Sis-in-Law chose to do basketball! I was thinking that thinking that Bai-Ge would want to grab a basketball court near her.

But he said, this is fine. Fine? Fine??? What about my basketball plan... I wanted to be cool!

But then I found out, hehe, Bai-Ge is super sly...

The volleyball court is actually closer to Sis-in-Law's basketball court than the other basketball courts are! One time I was a little careless in my aim and the ball almost hit Sis-in-Law in the head, but Bai-Ge came out of nowhere and slammed it away... how did Bai-Ge do that?!

How could he move so fast to the opposite end of the gym?!?! Is this some kind of superpower? It was instant! But Bai-Ge is so unromantic...

Sis-in-Law thanked him, but his face was even colder than when he looks at me... and just when I had been careless to try to push them together! And my thanks was that he stalked back looking at me like he was going to kill me, it hurt me down to my soul...

No good deed goes unpunished, boohoohoo...

Today I saw another Bai-Ge [Big Brother Gavin]! And that's the Bai-Ge in a sports competition! What a man what a man what a man!!!!

In the 10 laps race, Bai-Ge actually got first! He was way ahead of the guy in second and he wasn't even out of breath!

What kind of amazing skill is this? Before I only thought he had superpowers at fighting, it looks like I have much more to learn from Bai-Ge!

Today I finally learned, even though Bai-Ge is so fierce and everybody says he's a delinquent, but when they see him running all the girls' eyes were glued to his body~

Oh, drooling.

Bai-Ge looks like he's in a pretty good mood, but when I asked him to teach me about fighting 1v10, he made me go be his private detective again.......

He was really concerned about Sis-in-Law's [MC] performance in her sprint. I don't know why he's being such a tsundere, not going himself, but making me go! And he gave me his cell phone? Why? To take creep shots? Am I, Minor, that kind of person?

I called out to Sis-in-Law, she turned her head, and luckily I was able to take a beautiful shot. It was really good looking, so Bai-Ge will definitely teach me how to 1v10 right?

Result, he! Didn't!

So Bai-Ge is "hos before bros"! [In Chinese the phrase is not so negative towards the woman; it's literally "heavy on sex light on friends"]

What could I say? All I could do was squat there watching Bai-Ge staring at the pictures in his phone, from time to time letting a silly grin show.....

Damn, Bai-Ge's smiling again! How terrifying! Love makes people lose their minds!

Bai-Ge looks so depressed recently. If I called him a sad sack before, right now he's not even a sack..... Lately it seems like all he does is stare broodily into space from love.

After brooding by the piano room, he goes to the library to brood. He keeps staring at the empty place where Sis-in-Law was sitting. I dunno what he's thinking about.

But I really never thought that a guy who slept through class would actually spend the whole afternoon staring into space in the library... could it be that Bai-Ge and Sis-in-Law had a fight?

I asked around out of curiosity. I discovered that, who knows why, but lately as soon as Sis-in-Law gets out of class she rushes away, not going to the library or the piano room. I heard she goes straight home from cram school too... could she be hiding from Bai-Ge?

God, I have such an imagination, I should write soap operas. Who can say, it might be a-ok again soon!

But getting back to the topic... should i tell Bai-Ge about this? If Bai-Ge thinks that Sis-in-Law is hiding from him, won't that break his heart?

Sigh...

Bai-Ge disappeared for such a long time, but today he was finally back! But he came back all covered with wounds, how could somebody not be worried! He gave me a letter in an envelope, and said it was for Lil Sis-in-Law. The envelope was intact, but it was stained with blood.

Bai-Ge must have gone to do something really dangerous, to lose so much blood! I wanted him to go to the hospital but he wouldn't go... Bai-Ge is really too stubborn!

But he was really different today. Why do I have this kind of misgiving feeling about what's going to happen? Brrrr!

He said I need to wait longer for him to teach me 1v10... damn!! If Bai-Ge wasn't injured, I really would have thrown myself on top of him and given him two cheek smooches! Bai-Ge is the handsomest! Bai-Ge is the coolest!!!

That reminds me that Bai-Ge is gonna take the gaokao [college entrance exam]. The seniors in the graduating class are all acting sentimental lately. Is Bai-Ge's goodbye for summer vacation? Hehe, I just had an idea!

While Bai-Ge isn't here, there's only me to protect Lil Sis-in-Law from would-be Romeos!

Other men, don't even think about getting near my Lil Sis-in-Law!

She! Is! Bai! Ge's!

#10

The whole summer vacation... I never saw Bai-Ge...

#mlqc #mr love queen's choice #mlqc gavin #mlqc minor #my translation

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kumkaniudaku · 4 years

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Hey, Neighbor

Summary: You’ve got a noisy neighbor next door to meet.

1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11. 12. 13. 14. 15.

“My love is like woah! My kiss is like woah! My touch is like…”

Rolling your eyes, you quietly danced in front of the stove as you sauteed vegetables for dinner. Mya was a new entry into the almost nightly DJ session that took place in the apartment beside your two bedroom unit. Without fail, the once quiet atmosphere was electrified at 6:30 pm sharp, letting you know what kind of day your next door neighbor was having.

Some days, you’d sit and listen, trying to block out the Goodie Mob or Marvin Gaye passing through the paper thin walls while you completed work that had seeped into your home life. Then came the rare moments of playfulness when you would follow each of his songs with a track that served as an answer to the overall theme.

He didn’t seem to notice your attempts to spark a non-verbal conversation. You weren’t even completely sure he knew who you were. Brief meetings in the parking garage or the lobby elevator put you in close proximity, but he never took time to say hello or even acknowledge your dog, Leche when she would climb his long legs for attention. Still, doing so helped you pass the time until he closed up shop and presumably went to bed.

Working on your second glass of Rosé on a rainy Friday evening, you bopped your head along to song after song until the buzz tingling in your bones convinced you to connect your phone to the nearby Bluetooth speaker.

“If your love is like whoa, then you should let me love you. That’s corny,” you muttered to yourself. “Just play the damn song.”

Your timing was perfect as the tail end of Mya met the smooth tone of Mario’s signature crooning.

“Baby, I just don’t get it. Do you enjoy being hurt?”

As quick as you pressed play, you returned your attention to the stove to reduce the heat on your honey glaze. Mario’s vocals quickly became white noise in your brain and you hadn’t noticed that the song was nearing the end until a familiar guitar line interrupted the remaining thirty seconds.

“The time has come for us to stop messing around…”

Your body reacted before you could completely understand what was happening. Was he responding? And if he was, did that mean he had purposely ignored you during the previous unofficial battles? Shaking the thought, you rushed to your phone to find the perfect follow-up to The Gap Band’s ‘Yearning For Your Love.’

Four minutes felt like four hours while you waited for your turn to hit play and answer the coded message.

“In the middle of the day now baby, I seem to think of only you. Never thinking for a moment, baby, that you’ve been thinking of me too.”

“It’s Total and Biggie. Everybody loves Total and Biggie, right? Right?”

Judging from his never ending playlists, he was hard to pin to a genre. Old school funk and soul could be replaced with 90s hip-hop and then soft rock in a 30 minute time span without missing a beat. So, it was only natural that he would find some common ground with a moment from your Bad Boy playlist.

You were at his mercy while the song played and wondered how he was reacting. In your mind, he was just as excited as you were as he scrolled through his phone or computer looking for the perfect rebuttal. In reality, he was probably searching for the perfect set of lyrics that said “Please, leave me alone,” in the nicest way possible.

A long and uncomfortable bout of silence followed the son, making you scrunch your face.

“Oh-kay. Did I win, Leche?” Your favorite Corgi in the world yawned in response before splooting in the center of the living room. “You’re right. He is totally calling the front desk to have me fined for a noise disturbance. Can I borrow $75?”

Mentioning money earned a bark from Leche, making you laugh as you joined her on the floor. The only sound between the two apartments was the start of the newest Real Housewives of Atlanta episode until the Bluetooth speaker next door started up again and Tevin Campbell’s voice began signing.

“Can we talk for a minute? Girl I wanna know your name.”

That was it. The chorus played once through before silence took over.

“Did he do that on purpose,” you thought to yourself.

After a few seconds of gambling with your rational self on what to do next, you scrambled to your Lemme Holla playlist and pressed play on your response.

“Come and talk to me. I really wanna meet you. Can I talk to you? I really wanna know you.”

A loud laugh, one you’d never heard before but knew you wanted to hear again, rang out, making you smile. You listened for movement and found your answer as a door in the hallway opened and closed. Soon, knuckles rapped at your door.

You calmed your giddy dance moves before tip toeing toward the mirror next to the entrance. Luckily you were still in your work attire from the day, sporting a simple olive jumpsuit. Taking a deep breath, you gave yourself a mental countdown from three and opened the door.

“Oh…”You immediately felt like an idiot for your outburst but it was certainly justified.

He stood with undeniable confidence and the brightest smile you’d seen in a while. The material of his maroon turtleneck stretched across the broad span of his shoulders, rippling at his arms and chest. You could smell a little of his cologne when he shifted his weight to move from his leaning position against the doorframe. He was damn near perfect and you were almost regretting playing games with a gorgeous stranger.

“I brought wine. I could smell whatever you got going on from the balcony and figured I should bring gifts,” he said smiling as he extended the bottle of white wine in your direction. You reached out with a blank stare,prompting him to nervously continue. “I’m Yahya, by the way. From next door. The one with the music.”

“Yahya…,” you repeated. Snapping back into your body, you could see confusion brewing behind his expressive eyes. Shaking your head, you began to smile. “Looks like the Sixth Floor DJ has decided to grace 6F with his presence.”

“Well, you know, I like to put on a show. You’re my favorite audience member if that counts for anything.” Both of you laughed at his pseudo compliment before sharing brief looks that carried deeper meaning. “I gotta say, this is a nice place. I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

“Not at all. Just me and Leche about to settle down and watch some Housewives. You caught up with the season?”

“I never miss an episode.”

You returned his wide grin with one of your own and stepped aside to give Yahya room to enter. He strolled in like he was in familiar territory, even bending down to greet Leche who eagerly stood to place her front paws on his leg.

Dinner for one had just found a second party. It was the neighborly thing to do, right?

I’m not sure if anyone wants to be tagged in Yahya stuff. I don’t even know if this will become a regular thing. But, if you’re interested in either, let me know!

#yahya abdul mateen ii #yahya abdul mateen ii fic

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gloomyhearts · 3 years

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Always by your side || Luke Patterson

Chapter five ~ the Orpheum

May 1995

His guitar sitting in his lap as he wrote notes into his journal. Her journal suited the other side of the table. Luke tried to merge her words with his and chords based of his guitar.

After all these months he didn't dared to look into the green book, he didn't want to invade into her privacy.

Softly he mumbles some of the down written words. Sabrina loves this scene, seeing him in deep thoughts his carotid visible as he bit his lower lip. She would do anything to taste his lips one time, to feel him on her, everything.

Steps approaching the entry of the garage which made Luke sit straight, before the pencil hit the floor the blonde catches it this let it looks like the pen would fly. Luke's eyes widened and he rubbed them. I must be tired.

July 1995

Today's the day. Sunset curve would play in the Orpheum with hundreds of people listening and swaying to their music.

During their rehearsal Sabrina stood in the middle of the room, examining the venue, trying to imagine the crowd in there.

Luke's smooth voice echoed through the room, happiness floating her body, a smile placed on her lips.

They made it.

A young woman cleaned the only table in the room, already vibing with the band, nodding her head to the rhythm.

Her eyes wandered from Luke to Alex who seemed pleased, even alive again. He always gives 100 percent nonetheless this is far more than usual. The smile his sister loved endless was now back in its spot, finally.

Luke made his famous guitar throw around his shoulder and catches it in front of his stomach.

It always made her weak.

The last chords escaped the speaker and the employee shouted "whoo's" and "yeaah's".

The raven haired boy said his all time favourite line "Thank you, we're Sunset Curve, tell your friends."

"To bad we wasted the tightest we've played on sound check!" Bobby describes.

"Wait until tonight, man, when this place gets packed with record exces." Luke's voice full with excitement.

Alex was now standing with the boys as Reggie complimented him, "Alex, you were smoking." Well he's not wrong

"Oh no. I was just warming up. You guys were the ones on fire," he spoke.

"Could you just own your awesomeness for once?" Reggie was always the one who said what I thought.

"Huh?" Luke hushed and then Alex made his move, he'd always made when the siblings talked about one of his crushes. He bent a little bit down and smiled with a warmth nobody had ever seen before.

"All right, I was killing it" the boys erupted in chuckles.

"Okay, well, I'm thinking we fuel up before the show. I'm thinking street dogs" Luke suggests.

Oh please no, those dogs will kill you further or later.

Alex and Reggie agreed to him in seconds.

Bobby made his way over to the woman, the other followed moments after.

"Hey Bobby where you going?" One of the boys shouted after him.

Alex and Luke walked through Sabrina's body and she still felt sorrow and emptiness.

"Vegetarian, I could never hurt an animal." This was an absolute lie. He was the one who invented the band barbecue in his backyard.

"You guys are really good" the woman states. Sabrina was standing next to her, facing the boys on the opposite.

"Thank you" Luke pushed the corner of his mouth up, radiating more power than the sun.

How can he be so cute?

"I see a lot of bands. Been in a couple myself. I was really feeling it"

Who is this girl, she's smart. Sabrina thought.

"That's what we do this for. I'm Luke by the way" he switched from one food on the other looking like a shy school girl on her first day of school.

"HI I'm Reggie"

"Alex"

"Bobby" they all introduced themselves.

"Nice to meet you guys" Luke wet his finger and stick it into Bobby's ear. Sabrina giggles at the scene.

"I'm Rose"

"Oh ah." Reggie grabbed his CD and held it over to her.

"Here's our demo. And a t-shirt size beautiful." He'll never change this charmer. Alex groaned at his pick up line.

Rose holds the shirt in front of her body and says a "thanks."

"I'll make sure not to wipe the tables down with this one."

"Oh, good call. Whenever they get wet, they just fall apart in your hands." Because of his statement Sabrina slapped her forehead.

"Don't you guys have to go get the hot dogs?" Bobby broke Alex flow.

"Yeah," Luke agreed and added, "he had a hamburger for lunch." this retord made Sabrina chuckles.

With that the three boys left the others behind and made their way out. The ghost follows them short after.

"That's what I'm talking about."

"The smell of Sunset Boulevard?" Alex asks sarcastically.

"No" Luke remarks chuckling.

"It's what that girl said in there tonight. About our music, all right? It's like an energy. It connects us with people. They can feel us when we play. I want that connection with everybody." his arms resting on either side on his friends shoulders.

A moment of silence felt over the group

"Then we're gonna need more t-shirts," Reggie cuts in. The shaggy brown haired boy snickers at his silly statement.

"Let's go boys" Luke shoved them into the direction of the street. They passed a few girls which began to shriek after the teenage boys.

They arrived at a car what seemed to serve the ingredients next to its battery.

they're not gonna eat that right? The blonde girl glued to their heels.

She glanced over their shoulder as Alex placed a few pickles on his hot dog.

"Man I can't wait until we eat someplace where the condiments aren't served out of the back of an Oldsmobile." Alex explains pointing into the trunk.

He walked over to who seemed to be the owner of this beater.

"Sorry, I got some pickle juice on you battery cables," he apologized.

"No problem. It'll help with the rust." The man assumed, slapping his palm against the blonde's upper arm. The boy was speechless, frozen in tracks.

"That can't--"he stutters but decides to leave it.

"Okay what?" he whispers in defy belief while turning to his friends.

The trio enter a café down the street to scoff the hot dogs.

"This is awesome, you guys. We're playing the Orpheum!" Luke beamed with joy.

"I can't even count how many bands have played here and then ended up being huge. We're gonna be legends!" He adds.

"Eat up, boys," he held his hit dog in the air.

"Cause after tonight, everything changes" the other two clapped their dog's on his and then they all took a bite.

Alex stopped chewing and his view changed quickly, he was disgusted by the taste of the meal. Reggie on the other hand licked off his finger.

"That's a new flavor" his mouth still full of food.

"Chill man. Street dogs haven't killed us yet." Reggie knitted his brows as he shakes his head, so they went on.

Sirens erupted in the far, people shouting and rushing through the room. A scenario Sabrina knows all too well.

No this can't be true.

Sabrina paced up and down beside the couch the boys passed out, trying to grab them and shook them back to life.

They have so much ahead of them.

Please wake up. She screams.

No no no.

She kneels down next to them stopping on an equal level. Their faces inches away. She gave Luke's cheek a small kiss. His nose scrunched a bit and she felt his chest move one last time. Tears streaming down her cheeks, she let them all out.

Taking this moment in and then she's gone.

#charlie gillespie fic #jatp fanfic #jatpluke #luke patterson fic #luke x oc #charlie gillespie fanfiction #luke patterson fanfiction #julie and the phantoms #julie and the phantoms fanfiction #jatp x oc #luke patterson x oc #luke patterson #jatp luke #julieandthephantomsimagine

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missnmikaelson-main · 4 years

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A Year to Eternity? - Chapter 6

He stopped short on entry to the school, eyes going wide as he took in the wild red hair accessorized with broken twigs and ground leaves. Mud soaked the bottom of her slippers and hemline.

The boy beside her looked to have been rolling in the mud.

Kol heckled on the bench across from them, shoulders shaking and eyes shining with mirth.

“Do I want to know?” He buttoned his jacket and shoved a hand in his pocket.

“Hope had a midnight rendezvous with a boy,” Kol smirked.

“I did not,” she cried, hiding her mortification behind her hands, with a groan about stupid interfering uncles.

Kol laughed.

“Nik did find you in the woods with him.”

Hope grumbled and crossed her arms, sinking into her seat.

The boy held up his hand.

“Just for the record, I wasn’t naked, and she was wearing my jacket.”

Elijah took a second to place the familiar features in the chaos of the last twenty-four hours: dark hair in tight curls, green eyes and a nervous smile.

“Landon?” He lifted his chin. “What are you doing here?”

“Nik’s losing his touch in his old age,” Kol grinned.

“Careful, brother,” his eyes flickered to him, “I am older than Niklaus.”

Landon cleared his throat and rubbed his palms over his thighs.

“Hope’s dad tried to compel… compel?” He turned to Hope who nodded once. “Tried to compel me and couldn’t, and then the headmistress - who is apparently a teenager - cut my hand and tasted my blood, and now they’re in there arguing.”

“We were gonna eavesdrop, but someone fixed the privacy spells,” she sighed.

“And you have yet to clean up because?” Elijah lifted an eyebrow.

Hope’s eyes darted from him to his younger brother as her fingers twisted the hem of her t-shirt.

“Uncle Kol makes Landon uncomfortable,” she shrugged.

“All I said was go and relax while I question your suitor’s intentions.” Kol held up his hands and frowned; the picture of innocence.

“You said it in front of dad, so if I leave there’s a good chance Landon disappears,” she rolled her eyes.

“You’re giving your father too much credit, darling,” Kol smirked, ignoring Landon’s nervous swallow. “Elijah’s the one who makes people vanish.”

Elijah rolled his eyes and took pity on the boy.

“You will not be disappearing Landon,” he unbuttoned his jacket, “now I think I shall find out what has upset Niklaus this time.”

He strode into Caroline’s office and shut the door, somehow unsurprised to find them locked in a heated staring contest. Kol’s voice sounded in the back of his mind, egging the pair to ‘just shag already’.

Caroline broke eye contact first.

“I thought you were with Elena?” She checked her watch.

“Bonnie is visiting and asked for a private word. I thought I would check in here.” He moved to stand near the desk. “How has my brother earned your ire today?”

“He’s trying to take an active hand in enrolment…”

Klaus cut her off, eyes flashing as his voice rose.

“You cannot let that boy in here!”

“It’s my school. I can let in anyone I want to,” she snapped, “and I’m not going to turn away a young supernatural because you’ve hit the overprotective dad phase.”

He’s been there since day one, Elijah pressed his lips together.

“Caroline…”

“They like each other, deal with it.” She rolled her eyes.

“What exactly is Landon?” He turned to Caroline as she crossed her arms.

“No idea, but there is no vervain in or on him and he can’t be compelled so he’s something, and now he knows about werewolves and vampires and since he’s sitting out there probably witches too. He’s seen the school.”

“And she wants to keep him,” Klaus grumbled.

“I can’t exactly let him go,” she shot back. “And you can’t kill every boy who likes her.”

“I most certainly can.”

“Niklaus,” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You have no control over admissions, and as far as Hope is concerned Landon is a better choice than her last boyfriend.”

“According to Kol he’s bumbling and sweet,” Caroline frowned with amusement in her eyes, “very strange coming from him.”

“I can attest to that,” he nodded.

“Did everybody know about this boy but me?” Klaus grumbled petulantly.

“You would have to check with our sisters.”

“I’m going to let you two has this out while I talk to Landon and then go bring Elena home.”

“I can pick up Elena and the baby.” He held up his hand before Caroline could move around her desk. His eyes darted to his brother. “We have nothing to ‘hash out’. That way you won’t have to rush what I’m sure is going to be a long conversation.”

“You’ll need a car seat, which I still haven’t gone to get,” she sighed, closing her eyes.

“I’ll pick one up,” he assured her.

“We will,” Klaus amended. “I do owe her a thank you.”

“Wow,” she leaned back, “I thought she’s be on her deathbed before you actually got to that.” She moved across the room and took a key from her purse. “For the Lake house.”

“I assume you’ve packed a bag,” he tucked the key into his pocket.

“It’s in the closet by the front door,” she nodded, “and it’s got stuff for her and the baby.” She pushed her hair back from her face. “I was gonna go with her this weekend to pick up the car seat.”

“I believe picking up a car seat is the very least I can do,” Klaus sighed. “Let’s go, I’d like to get this over with.”

“Don’t kill Landon on the way out,” Caroline called. She took a deep breath as Klaus said something to Hope before sending the teenagers into her office.

“Landon, Hope,” she nodded to the chairs in front of her desk as she smoothed out her sweater, “take a seat. We’re going to be here a little while.”

++++

Serena’s tiny fingers curled around her pinky, so small and helpless. She knew nothing of the cold hard world and remained innocent of the murky details surrounding her conception, depending on her mother for everything.

“Elena?”

Bonnie’s voice broke through her thoughts. She looked up and locked eyes with her.

“You don’t have to do this. We can…” she paused, taking a moment to search her friend’s expression; when she spoke again a forced conviction laced her tone. “We can find another way. We have time.”

She allowed her eyelashes to flutter until they practically lay on her cheek; Serena’s eyes dropped.

Caroline’s voice whispered in her ear with the occasional supplement from Klaus. The Hollow craved power, murdering indiscriminately to acquire it: witches, wolves, vampires and humans. Nobody was safe; it would kill Hope and find away to amass more strength.

The destruction of the entire world rested on her shoulders.

An hour ago I was worried about parenting, she kissed Serena’s brow.

“I just had a baby,” she spoke around a catch in her throat.

“We can find another way.” Bonnie’s hand cupped Serena’s head.

It would spiral into Hope first, and depending on how long the spell held either the school or Hope’s family. She thought it inevitable that it would find it’s way back to Mystic Falls now that it knew about the growing power beyond the iron gates. From there it would take New Orleans. Once the supernatural population lay in smoking ruins it would focus on humanity and whatever power it could drain from the beating heart of nature.

“Another way?” She smoothed her thumb over the tiny fist and thought of Klaus’ plan and Elijah’s scheme. She was the other way: plan B. Whether she liked it or not. The only other option included a ‘dead’ Mikaelson and one broken heart either way.

“Elena?” She squeezed her friend’s hand. “What are you thinking?”

“What am I thinking?” She breathed, limbs shaking as she stood and carefully placed her baby in the bassinet. “What am I thinking?”

Elena’s vision tunnelled until all she could see was the stripped edge of the hospital issue baby blanket. She clutched at her elbows and shook her head, breath hitching on a sob that made her voice quake around her words.

“I think you came in here and put one of the biggest fears I had my entire pregnancy at ease,” her back hit the wall. She sagged and clutched her stomach, a numbness spread through her mind; laughter bubbled out, and she couldn’t stop once she started.

Bonnie approached with uncertain steps, laying her hand’s on Elena’s trembling shoulders. The new mom gasped on a breath, somehow managing to wheeze out the rest.

“And… and now y-you’re… you’re saying that to s-save ev-everyone…” her laughter turned to giggles, “I have to… have to make it a reality.”

She brought a shaking hand to her forehead as the giggles shifted to sobs; the kind that wrenched her entire body and left her feeling empty with equally strong desires to be alone and feel the comfort of another person.

“We can find another way,” Bonnie insisted. She ran a hand up and down Elena’s spine; the words sounded hollow and forced.

“What the bloody hell is going on in here?”

Elena flinched at the sudden voice, burrowing further into Bonnie’s shoulder.

“Have a little tact Niklaus.”

Bonnie twisted to watch the brothers while keeping one arm around Elena’s shoulders.

Klaus placed an infant carrier on the floor and leaned against the open door, crossing his arms.

Elijah strode in, pausing only to place a familiar bag on the bed, and came towards them.

Elena’s sobs slowed. She accepted the deep purple pocket square and dried her red rimmed eyes. A persistent cold clung to her as she deliberately ignored the hybrid’s curious gaze to focus on the bag. The gloriously beautiful bag Caroline stocked with cashmere clothes and toiletries for her, along with everything her daughter would need.

She needed a shower, and space, and really just two minutes alone.

“Elena,” Elijah placed a hand on her elbow, “do you need anything?”

Her arm trembled beneath his touch.

“I want to shower,” she sniffled, eyes flickering to the bassinet.

“Then go,” he nodded to the attached bathroom, “between Miss Bennett and myself she’ll be perfectly safe.”

“Why was I not included in there?” Klaus arched an eyebrow.

“Do you really think that with your history she would trust you with her child?” Bonnie scoffed, gesturing between him and Elena.

“She did just save mine,” he stepped into the hospital room, “causing any harm to your child…” he stooped, catch Elena’s eye as she rifled through the bag. Her movements stilled, hands curled around soft material. “Well now, that would be a poor way of showing my gratitude, wouldn’t it, love?”

She hardly heard the words passing though her lips; something about an extensive vocabulary and knowing the words ‘thank’ and ‘you’. Whatever she said drew a chuckle from him.

“Thank you,” Klaus smirked as the door clicked shut. He waited a moment for the water to start before turning to Bonnie. “What was that about?”

She dug into the bag for a new sleeper to replace the hospital one Serena had chosen to spit up on.

“She just had a baby,” she picked up the child in question and laid her on the hospital bed, “it’s not uncommon to cry after having a baby.”

Her fingers worked free the snaps, baring a belly and curled umbilical cord.

“Elena seemed fine when I left,” Elijah unfolded the pink outfit.

Serena squirmed, opening her mouth to protest the cold.

“That’s hormones for you,” Bonnie fastened the new onesie, taking care around the belly.

He recognized the attempt to evade, but allowed it. Niklaus had a fearsome temper and as of yet remained unaware of the true situation; he trusted Elena would fill him in when she felt ready.

Serena began to cry in earnest.

“You might try picking her up,” Klaus leaned back on his heels.

“I’ve never had to calm a baby before,” she admitted. “I didn’t spend much time with the twins until they were four.” Bonnie cradled the baby in the crook of her arm; she cried harder. “You’re not wet or hungry, so what’s wrong?”

Elijah draped a receiving blanket over his shoulder.

“Allow me.”

Bonnie and Klaus stood froze, watching as he held the baby to his shoulder. She turned her face into his neck as he spoke in dulcet tones.

“There you go, sweetheart,” he spread a large hand over her back in the way he had discovered she liked. “You’re alright now… shh…” he curled the edge of the blanket up, covering her beneath his hand. “I know you don’t like the cold.”

“How, precisely, do you know that?” Klaus raised an eyebrow.

“I spent the morning here, enabling you and Caroline Forbes to engage in your little argument.” Elijah felt her breathing even out for sleep as the shower tapered off. “Perhaps you can see about getting them discharged. I’m sure Elena would love to go home.”

“That’s putting it mildly,” Elena stepped out. Her damp hair, piled in a messy bun, spilled loose curls around her shadowed eyes.

“I can give you a ride home,” Bonnie offered.

“I’ve actually already installed the base in my car,” Elijah went on. “I can take you both back.”

Elena thought it a testament to whatever they had that after years apart and her mental exhaustion she could understand from one look that he wanted to talk to her, needed to talk to her.

“If you don’t mind,” eavesdropper.

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Autumnal leaves whipped by the windows, slowing as Elijah drifted into the driveway. The journey had been silent, comfortable despite the looming conversation.

The comfort wouldn’t last if they let things fester, so when he put them in park she unbuckled and shifted to look at his profile.

“How much did you hear?” Her fingers twisted in her sweater, catching in the vial Bonnie had slipped into her pocket; it bounced against her knuckles.

“That the spell is not yet permanent, and that you can make it so,” he tapped the steering wheel, “but I did not hear how. I assume what Bonnie told you contributed to your tears.”

“It’s just a little…” she drew in a shaky breath, sighing when he took one of her hands and stilled her fidgeting, “overwhelming.”

“Tell me?” He smoothed a line over her knuckles in a motion meant to soothe.

“She summoned Qetsiyah last night,” she watched his hand for a moment. “After she sent Kol to get that knife she summoned her ancestor.”

“And what brought on this family reunion?” He kept his voice low in deference to Serena’s slumber.

“The seal requires a living doppelgänger line; last night she found out that I am the last one.” Her voice hitched. He thought she might have cried if she weren’t cried out.

“That news would have been a load off you mind, and now it upsets you.” He raised his hand, watching the hospital bracelet catch on her wrist. “I assume she suggested vampirism.”

“No,” she inhaled slowly, “I could still die that way, and the doppelgänger line would end. Then the Hollow gets out and wreaks havoc.” Her free hand slipped into her pocket, extracting a vial of green liquid that she held out.

“This is an alternative to vampirism?” He lifted it to the light.”

“That’s the spell that made Silas and Amara, and kicked off two doppelgänger bloodlines.”

“So if you take this…”

“The doppelgänger line kicks off with me as the new progenitor,” her fingers tightened around his hand.

“And you have no desire to re-greet immortality.” He closed his hand around the spell.

“It’s not that…” she shook her head, blinking rapidly. “I didn’t mind being a vampire, Elijah. I had even come to terms with it.”

“Then why take the cure?” The frown lines deepened around his mouth.

“Because I lied to Damon,” she shut her eyes against a wave of exhaustion. She could feel him watching and sighed before clarifying. “When I turned it back on he didn’t want to hear that the sire bond was still there, so I told him what he wanted to hear. He seemed to have it in his head that I wanted the cure no matter what I said, and when he finally got hold of it he told me that the choice was mine. I thought ‘finally’; finally, I’d be free.”

“Were you? Finally free?” He asked, turning in time to see a single tear leak from her eye.

She stayed silent for a long moment, chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.

“I don’t know,” she admitted in a soft voice. “The coma happened, and then he died.” She opened her eyes, turning to face him fully.

“Eternity doesn’t scare me, and I suppose I would be around to protect the next one,” she sighed, glancing into the backseat, “I just wish all of this information hadn’t come today.”

Her eyes locked on the car seat.

“You just had a baby,” he nodded. “It’s a lot.”

“It is,” she agreed. She looked from the back of Serena’s car seat to his hand, coming to a decision she knew he would respect and do everything in his power to honour. “I want a year.”

“A year?”

“One year to be human, and breastfeed my daughter and lost the baby weight,” she gestured to her stomach. “One year and then I’ll take it.”

He was nodding before she finished.

“You’ll understand if I remain close during that time, as my niece’s life is on the line.”

“Is that the only reason you want to stay close?” The corner of her mouth quirked up.

“Well,” he smirked, glancing to the backseat, “Serena is very hard to resist.”

“Oh, and here I thought it had something to do with me,” she rolled her eyes.

He let go of her hand and cupped her jar. The callouses on his fingers skimmed the soft skin as he had more than a decade before.

“Where do you think she gets it from?” He tucked a curl behind her ear, smiling when she turned her cheek into his touch.

“I almost spelt it with an’I’,” she huffed a laugh.

“That would be the Greek name for a siren,” he chuckled. “Didn’t a bunch of them nearly kill everyone in town years ago?”

“If they did it was before I woke up,” she shrugged. “I should probably take her inside.”

“Give her the tour?” He raised an eyebrow.

“I thought I’d start in the kitchen.” Her stomach grumbled. “The hospital food was a little bland,” her eyes drooped; she forced them back open.

“I’ll tell you what,” he traced her cheekbone with his thumb. “Why don’t we go inside and you can take a short nap while she’s still asleep? While the two of you rest I’ll fix you a late lunch. How does that sound?”

“Amazing,” she sighed, “like I might just keep you around.”

“I hope that’s not the only reason.”

“There might be a few more.”

She felt the softest brush of lips against her brow.

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