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amyisherenowitsokay · 1 year

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*stares very aggressively , I’m foaming from the mouth.*

Howdy-hey! I’m here to pester you abt your works! So I reread “From your memory” and I was like wowza and then I wondered…

What was your inspiration? That concept was just entirely new to me and in the good old year of 2011 I was practically ascending bc I was so invested in the story and it was actually the first fic I ever read from you. (and I fell in love teehee) So what made you write that or inspired yo to do so? Did you have an original storyline that was scrapped, and or changed ?

You don’t have to answer any of this if you don’t want to btw :)

I answer all my asks (eventually lmao) fish! Especially yours!

Long answer under the cut because I'm incapable of giving a short answer. Information about my own fics are constantly on the tip of my tongue ready to be spilled out at their first opportunity, and I'm incapable of resisting.

From Your Memory was actually genuinely inspired by the song mention in the A/N of the first chapter, which is Paramore's Ignorance. This is also where the title comes from.

"I'm not the same kid from your memory Well now I can fend for myself"

I listened to the original and acoustic version on loop. Basically what happened in teenage me's brain did was have an animatic in my head about how this song could figuratively apply to a fanfiction, developed the premise, and went from there.

This is gonna be really funny to explain because there's like legitimate scenes developed around individual lyrics in this song.

Ignorance sounds and sounded a lot to me like a dialogue. It sounded, to me, like one person was saying some parts, and one person was replying in a sort of escalating argument, but at least one party was 'ignorant' (huehuehuehue) of all the details about why they were even fighting in the first place. Based on that premise, the song will (hopefully) make more sense. I'm going to write the lyrics 'assigning' lyrics between two people, and tag them (1) or (2), depending on who I am is talking/replying, with 1 being Zim, and 2 being Gaz. I vividly imagined two people interrupting one another while fighting, hence a lot of the weird breaks.

This is gonna be so convoluted and I'm sorry ahead of time lmao.

Lyric Breakdown

(1) If I'm a bad person— (2) You don't like me (1) Well, I guess I'll make my own way (1) It's a circle, a mean cycle (1) I can't excite you anymore

Just on that dialogue, it's basically like. Zim starts off the story blaming himself for not being there when Gaz was injured, and wars between doing the easiest thing for Gaz, which is to shut up and pretend not to know her, or what he wants, which is to tell her the truth and re-involve himself in her life. Gaz is meanwhile obviously oblivious to his turmoil and is like "why are you even talking to me, you hate me." Zim of course originally chooses to aid her from the sidelines, but he's not happy about it. He essentially is "not allowed" to involve himself in her life anymore.

(1) Where's your gavel? Your jury? (2) What's my offense this time? (1) You're not a judge, but if you're gonna judge me (1) Well, sentence me to another life

Zim's resentment about the situation continues, especially with Dib being irritated about Zim choosing to keep secrets and forcing him to go along with it. Gaz is still like "dude what the fuck is your problem??" while Zim continues to be extra pissy, wishing things were different.

(1) Don't wanna hear your sad songs (1) I don't wanna feel your pain (1) When you swear it's all my fault (1) 'Cause you know we're not the same (no) (2) We're not the same (no) (2) Oh, we're not the same (1) Yeah, the friends who stuck together (1) We wrote our names in blood (1) But I guess you can't accept that the change is good (hey) (2) It's good (hey), it's good

At this point, Zim's dealing with being incapable of helping, desperately wanting to help Gaz, but not actually able to do so. He's just constantly watching her suffer without ever being able to help ease her pain.

Mentally, this was also just more arguing, but with Zim being forced to swallow the fact the meaningful friendship and borderline-relationship he and Gaz had developed is gone, and she's not interested in developing a new one the way he is. Things are different now. They simply aren't friends. He's done nothing for weeks but try to save her life, has had her literal blood on his hands, and now it doesn't even matter. He's got to move on, and he's got to continue to convince Dib that their situation has changed, and his idea is for the better. Lacking context, Gaz meanwhile is like dude take your angst and fuck off. She's also trying to convince herself that whatever is clearly happening behind the scenes, it doesn't matter, and she's better off keeping her head down.

(1) Well, you treat me just like another stranger (1) Well, it's nice to meet you, sir (1) I guess I'll go (1) I'd best be on my way out (2) You treat me just like another stranger (2) Well, it's nice to meet you, sir (2) I guess I'll go (2) I'd best be on my way out

(1) Ignorance is your new best friend (x2)

This is also another parallel back and forth, with Zim still coming to terms with Gaz genuinely not knowing their formerly intense, meaningful relationship. It's more resentment about what he lost. It's meant really sarcastically and snidely. Gaz, for her part, means it really literally. She doesn't have any relationship with Zim aside from 'that guy my brother hates,' and blows him off.

And of course, "ignorance is your new best friend" is pretty straightforward in its meaning. Gaz isn't Zim's best friend anymore, and all she has to keep her company is her new amnesia.

For this next part, queue Membrane (3). The really fun part is after this analysis, if you wanna go back and listen to this song nearly entirely from a Gaz vs Membrane perspective, it also can fit! From a Membrane-centric perspective, if you think of Membrane as he sees himself (aka not in the wrong), needing praise from the public, shrugging off criticism since it's "for the greater good," etc with Gaz (and Dib) shoving back at his preconceptions, it's easy to hear the dialogue. But continuing on, this part was mentally Membrane for me:

(3) This is the best thing that could have happened (3) Any longer and I wouldn't have made it (3) It's not a war, no, it's not a rapture (2) I'm just a person, but you can't take it (2) The same tricks that, that once fooled me (2) They won't get you anywhere (2) I'm not the same kid from your memory (2) Well, now I can fend for myself

This was more later in the story and/or right before Gaz lost her memory during her confrontation with Membrane, where Gaz knows what's going on, and Membrane's trying to convince her to cooperate anyways. Membrane is convinced this isn't something that needs to be difficult, while Gaz is warning him that she's dangerous now, has backup, and isn't going just hand over her independence at his whim.

Further Development

From that context, you can see that the story just kind of happened from there. I filled in the gaps. Why was Zim so mad at Gaz, and why wouldn't she know why he was mad at her? Originally, I wasn't sure who the (3)rd person in the lyrics was that Gaz was fighting with, but to me, it sounded like an authority figure. There's not a lot of those in the IZ universe, let alone one that Gaz would legitimately be threatened by, and eventually, it started to sound like an argument with someone gloating, and then someone who didn't even notice their gloating was actually cruel. They'd also have to be someone who Gaz knew since she was little. Someone she was invested in. Someone exactly like Professor Membrane. But then what would Gaz be arguing with dumb, well-meaning Professor Membrane about?

And thus, a metamorphosis occurred:

This is a meme I made awhile ago for my Discord friends when we discussing From Your Memory. It also makes me laugh every time I see it because it's really spot on to the vibes.

I started to consider the angle that Membrane was actually the bad guy, which, when you consider how many times 'evil mad scientist who think they're in the right' was fed to kids as a trope (and still is, tbh), it was an easy jump. And THAT was when the story really started kicking in.

This was around the time I started to hear the 'Dib is a clone' theories. If Dib was a clone, why couldn't Gaz be? If you were a scientist whose entire life was dedicated to advancement for the betterment of mankind, why would that just be relegated to advancement in technology? Why wouldn't someone just a liiiiiiittle off find themselves stumbling right into advancing the evolution of mankind as a species, too?

So then Gaz and Dib became experiments. And if you were going to make a boy and a girl, you could argue it'd just be the typical white picket fence dream of having a son and a daughter. But if you're me, and grew up in a religious environment, the creation of a man and woman as a pair sound less like siblings and more like Adam and Eve. And that's where the whole 'Gaz is an angel with wings' things came from.

The origin of evil!Professor Membrane was mostly that I thought that no one would ever see that twist coming, but reading back through it, I can definitely see small-me taking digs at my own super-scientist parent lmao.

Evil Membrane is also so incredibly fun just in and of itself. Professor Membrane is the guy above all guys in Invader Zim. He's respected, well-loved, commanding, imperial in so many ways.

I simultaneously started formulating this idea that Gaz had amnesia to keep her from being too OP and dunking on everyone. So the story pretty much fell into place after that. Obviously, the amnesia had to be caused by Membrane, to reset his 'experiment.' Dib and Gaz, as his own form of Adam and Eve, were abominations. Abominations tend to be malformed in some way, meaning they were imperfect creations. Dib was first, and therefore more of a prototype. It'd explain why he lacked Gaz's powers, why she tended to be smarter, stronger, etc in the show.

I also deeply loved the idea of Zim being in love with Gaz, while Gaz is completely indifferent in a way that was atypical than usual ZAGR stories (including MHNY). Zim wasn't fantasizing for a relationship that could be, but pining for a relationship that had been. It made their will-they-won't-they dynamic painful instead of lovey-dovey-ooey-gooey-sentimental, and ya bitch is always down to mix a good dollop of pain into my stories lmao.

Changes Down the Line

This one I'm gonna preface with to anyone reading this: don't go digging through my reviews. I'm too old and my bones are too tired to stir up shit, or incite drama.

I lost focus/desire to finish this story somewhere around I think when Gaz got kidnapped the first time (ch 19ish). I had a whole (now lost to time/deleted) chapter of her being in a warehouse, losing her shit, and breaking free via her powers.

ORIGINALLY, in a world where that version of the story happened instead of what's published, this was going to lead to Gaz being an actual, active threat to humanity incapable of controlling her powers. There was going to be a scene where Dib has to really debate on killing his own sister, or let her destroy the world in a fit of grief. Zim and Dib turned against one another because of it, with Zim fully willing to let her destroy as much of the Earth as he needs to as long as she stays alive.

It was undecided whether or not I was going to make Gaz kill Membrane, or just get really close. Most of the end of From Your Memory was me winging it and losing steam, so I was going back and forth on it.

However, I did know Dib would eventually manage to get close enough for the 'moment of truth,' so to speak, but find himself unable to actually kill his little sister. That moment of humanity would snap her back to cognizance. She'd realize just how much both Zim and Dib care for her in their individual ways, and sort of collapse. They'd eventually disappear, and the rest of story would play out pretty similarly to the published ending (assuming Membrane didn't die).

This all was scrapped legitimately because of one singular review.

Someone, and I genuinely do not remember who but I vaguely remember getting into it in my A/N's with them a few times, wrote this really rude review about how predictable the story was getting, and wrote out basically that it was obvious that Gaz was about to have a power freakout, how played out that was, blah blah blah. In 2011/2012 however, I was like 15, so instead of rolling my eyes and/or patting myself on the back for leaving enough narrative hints that the entirety of my story could be devised from what was already published, I got really mad lmao.

So in an effort to not be 'predictable' and prove that person 'wrong,' I deleted the entire chapter and rewrote it to what's now ch 20. That whole storyline was gone just cause one review really rubbed me the wrong way on the right day lmao. I think there's even an A/N even at the end of 20 that mentions offhand the scrapped rewrite.

As a reminder, this fic was finished over 10 years ago. I am not interested and would in fact be really irritated by anyone digging up the review to go harass someone who probably isn't even active on fanfiction anymore (I mean god, is anyone? Lmao). But that is what happened, and it is relevant to the question, so there.

Additionally, I was debating on writing out a few prequel chapters and inserting them somewhere in the story. Maybe 1 - 3(?) chapters written out, with a beginning, middle, and end of how Zim and Gaz's relationship developed. Like a lot of small, detailed flashbacks of when Zim first started treating Gaz, some middle bits when they stared falling for one another and really began to allow themselves to lean on one another, and then the final kiss scene, just before Gaz lost her memories.

I don't know quite remember where I intended to put that. I had vague ideas of Gaz being knocked out, those 1 - 3 chapters of flashback, and then her 'waking up' right after she slips into a coma, back in the present. These chapters were never written, partially because I couldn't figure out where to put them, and then by the time I got to scenes that could work for that kind of transition, I was really burning out with the story and just wanted to be done with it.

I think that's everything! Hopefully somewhere in this mess was a cohesive answer that answered your question! If I missed anything specific you were looking for, please let me know, and I'll be happy to answer! <3

#ravenfollower13 #zagr #zim #invader zim #iz #fanfiction #amyisherenowansweringyou #gaz #from your memory

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pretend-writer · 3 years

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Teenagers: Part 2 (Hargreeves x sibling!reader)

Summary: Y/N tries to convince her siblings to sneak out of the mansion and go out to party with her for the night.

Pairing: Hargreeves x sibling!reader

Title Reference: Teenagers x My Chemical Romance

Word Count: 2.3k words

Warning: swearing, mention of drugs and alcohol, partying/clubbing, mention of sex

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'So where are these so-called friends that you have, Y/N?' Five asked impatiently, bothering me for the last five minutes.

'Shut up, they're coming. We just got here like two minutes ago.'

Allison smiled, 'Someone is eager to go in.'

Five glared at her, shaking his head. 'Ha, you're funny. I'm just tired of wai-'

'They're here!' I waved at my friends and ran to them, hugging them and greeting them. Getting the wristbands that they've promised me, I got back to my family and gave them one of each.

'How's Five going to get in?' Luther asked, but by the time we looked over at our not so younger brother, he was gone.

Assuming Five just zapped himself into the club, we lined up and got ourselves into the building.

Smiles formed on everyone's face, making me smile even more. I was happy that everyone was excited, my siblings deserved happiness and more.

Klaus clapped, 'I'm starting to sober up and that's a big fat no. Drinks on me, who wants some?'

Ben and Klaus went to the back towards the bar, buying everyone rounds of drinks to bring back. While the rest of us stayed, still no sign of Five, I looked at them and smiled.

'What's with the goofy smile?' Diego asked, I rolled my eyes and hit him. 'What? You're really happy tonight.'

'Of course I am, dummy. I'm out with you guys, what's not to be smiling about?' I pulled on his arm, 'Come on. Let's go to the dance floor.'

'Ha, I'm not dancing. Take others with you instead.'

'Luther is busy with those girls that's surrounding him, Allison and Vanya has been gone and you're the only one looking like a lost, sad puppy.'

'You don't think Luther needs our help?'

I looked over at him and laughed, 'He seems like he's enjoying the attention he's getting from them. He'll be alright. Now let's go.'

Diego rolled his eyes, 'I'll just watch.'

'Don't be a butt, come on.' I pulled on him again, this time he walked with me as he groaned.

We walked down to the dance floor, shoving ourselves through the sweaty crowd as we found Allison, Vanya and Five squeezed together.

'Exactly why is this fun?' Five said as he was sandwiched between two giant guys that were jumping up and down.

Allison turned around, dancing to the music the DJ was playing. 'Get drunk, dance your stress away. We're out the freaking house, Five.'

'Huh?' Five shouted, not being able to hear what Allison had said to him. She ignored him and continued to dance as she grabbed Vanya's hands.

I started to dance with my sisters, singing along and jumping up and down. Diego and Five just stood awkwardly, watching us drunk girls dancing.

'Excuse me, sorry. Ah, my fault.' Ben screamed from behind as he came with three drinks in his hand, followed by Klaus who was sipping from one of the cups.

Klaus handed us our drinks, 'Damn. It took us forever to look for you guys. I saw Luther's big ass but he's with those girls.'

'Our boy is busy.' I grinned as I pulled the straw into my mouth, sipping on my drink to get myself more drunk.

Five started groaning, I looked to see two girls talking to him and wondering how he ended up here. 'Aw, little kid are you lost? Poor thing.'

'No, I'm with them.' He replied angrily, arms crossed as he scooted himself towards Ben.

'Ah, you brought a boy to a club? What is wrong with you guys!' The girl said, given how bad it looked I never consider how it'll look from other perspective.

'Wait, no. It's- let me explain!' Ben stumbled with words, stuttering as he tried to reason with them. 'He- he's just a really really late bloomer. We're all actually in our 20s okay.'

'I'm just stuck in this body as an adult. Don't lie to them!' Five tried to defend himself, although it wouldn't really help with the confusing situation.

Klaus frowned and leaned towards the girls. 'Yeah, he's in denial. Very sensitive subject that we like to avoid.'

The girls nodded, awed as they were sympathize of our "situation" that we'd explained to them. 'So sorry, you guys have fun.'

'I hate you guys.' Five mumbled, snatching the cup from Allison's hand and drinking from it.

'Hey, I wasn't fini-'

'Y/N, this is the best night ever!' Luther came into the dance floor, cheerful as ever. 'Thank you for bringing me here because this is amazing.'

Diego chuckled, 'Of course. You were practically having a foursome with those girls over there.'

'You're just jealous.' Luther stuck his tongue out like a seven year old boy. Klaus, Ben and I laughed hysterically; it was even funnier because we were drunk, and Luther, our "daddy's boy" brother was enjoying sneaking out of the mansion.

'One of my friends are single, if you want me to set you-'

'Y/N, drop it.' Diego turned away, 'I need to take a leak. You guys better stay here.'

As Diego walked away with Five to the bathroom, we continued to dance and drink. Vanya was giggling, swaying back and forth as Ben and Allison had a dance-off seeing who can bring out the best moves. Klaus and I were downing the rest of our drinks, practically singing our face off as the DJ played such good music.

'Ah, we need more drin-' Klaus paused mid-sentence, looking back and forth between me and the stage. 'So you are whoring around, you whore.'

'Don't know what you're talking about.' I denied, not understand how Klaus came to this conclusion. 'I don't get it.'

He hit me on my side, 'Don't play dumb with me! I see you and that DJ eye humping each other.'

He wasn't making things up when he had said that; I did have my eyes on the DJ. 'We are not eye humping each other. He doesn't even know me.'

'Well, he knows you now because he's staring at you and I swear your clothes will burn off soon because he won't stop.' Ben chuckled, guessing that he noticed it as well.

'You're crazy.' I didn't think he noticed me at all, I mean he was the DJ. He was overlooking everyone on the dance floor, it'd be dumb to assume he had his eyes on me.

Allison joined in on the conversation, 'I noticed that too! I thought you guys fucked before or something.'

'No! What do you guys think I am?'

'A girl with needs.' Klaus smiled.

'Just because I sneak out does not mean I'm going around sleeping with random people.'

Vanya laughed, 'Okay well, you can with him. There he goes, looking at you. Don't look.'

'You guys lost your minds.'

'Says the girl that sneaks behind dad and her siblings.' Luther joked.

'Okay, Luther don't get me started with you and those girls.'

Luther grunted, 'Ugh. I-'

'Hey, big fella over there.' The DJ got on the mic as he pointed at Luther. 'Why don't you come on the stage, get the crowd going!'

'Go, go!' Ben and Klaus shoved Luther towards the stage, even with him being hesitant and shy. 'Go show what the Hargreeves are all about!'

'I-I can't!' Luther hesitated, planted on the floor even when all of us tried to encourage him to go up there.

The DJ smiled at Luther, then looked at me. 'Dude, bring your friends up here too. We're going to turn this dance floor around for a bit.'

'Come on, he's calling for you!' Allison cheered as she pulled me and Klaus' hand, running up the stage.

Luther, Ben and Vanya trailed from behind, standing next to us while we danced to the DJ's new song he was playing.

Pulling Luther towards me, I gave him the last few sips I had in my cup before I threw it away. 'Here, you are probably starting to sober up. You need more.'

'Ah, Y/N. What makes you think I'm not drunk right now?'

'Because I remember when you were the night-'

'Okay, okay. You and Klaus never let that night go.'

The DJ leaned in as he kept playing music, 'Hey. If you and your boyfriend want more drinks, it's on the house.'

'Ha, she's not my girlfriend.' Luther chuckled.

'Ah, I stand corrected.' The DJ then turned to me and smiled sweetly. 'Would you mind if I buy you a drink?'

I couldn't tell if it was the alcohol or him, but I felt my cheeks getting warmer as the cute guy spoke to me. 'No, I wouldn't mind.'

The DJ bit his lip, taking his headphones off and walking downstairs. 'Alright, I'll be right back.'

Allison tapped on my sides repeatedly as he walked away. 'You lucky! He's so cute.'

'Maybe he has a brother. I call dibs though.' Klaus stared at him, eyeing him as he went up to the bar to get some drinks.

While Allison and Vanya continued to dance on the stage, Luther was once again being surrounded by a bunch of girls from the dance floor.

'Y/N is scoring some tonight and Luther is getting all these attention again.' Klaus shrugged his shoulders, looking around. 'What in the hell did Luther do to have these girls crawling around like crazy?'

'Wait, wait. Scoring some? I barely said a word to this dude.'

'Whatever, man. I need to go back down and look for someone now.'

Ben chuckled, patting Klaus on his shoulder. 'I got your back, bro. Come on I'll be your wingman.'

As soon as Klaus heard those words come out of Ben's mouth, they both left the stage so quick I couldn't even speak to them back. Trailing them down the dance floor, I see the DJ coming back on stage with drinks in his hands.

'Here you go, I didn't know which drinks you like so I hope you like this one.' He was sweet, it could've been an act to try to talk to me but I didn't mind for one night. 'I'm Luke by the way.'

'Y/N. And this is perfect, thank you.' I gave him a flirty smile but then was interrupted when I saw something in the corner of my eye.

I looked through the crowd and saw Diego and Five, glaring at me and my siblings that were on the stage. They seemed like how Reginald would react in this situation; catching his children sneaking out at night and hanging out at a club.

Except it wasn't dad, it was my weird brothers that couldn't grasp what fun was. Watching us as if they were disappointed fathers that just saw their crazy teenager kids discovering drinking and partying for the first time.

'Oops.' It came out of my mouth naturally as I stared at Diego and Five, followed by a giggle that I couldn't help. It was funny watching them being weirdly upset with us, especially when it felt like the club was spinning round and round.

'You guys are screwed.' Five mouthed back, shaking his head as he watched us from down the dance floor.

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My eyes shot open, not knowing where I was at for a moment until I realized I was in my room. I then see Diego sitting on my bed side chair, watching me as if he was guarding me.

'Rise and shine, zombie.' Diego chuckled, seeing how crazy I looked with messed up makeup and a bed head.

'Ho-how did I get here last night.' I turned around and looked around, noticed that the cute DJ guy wasn't in my bed. 'I don't remember anything.'

Diego grinned, 'You're curious huh.'

'Where is Luke-Oh no... Did I do something stupid?' I was confused, so confused because I thought everything was going good last night. But now that I didn't remember anything after I said hi to him, I got scared. 'Oh my- Did I do something embarrassing? Fuck.'

'Well, I don't know what you define "embarrassing" but yeah. You definitely made the crowd go wild last night.' Diego started laughing, his loud voice ringing in my ear from my hangover.

Covering my ears, I shook my head. 'Diego... shh. My head hurts okay.'

'This is why I don't drink.'

I shook my head, 'Is everyone back safely?'

'Oh, don't even worry about everyone else, they're perfectly fine. It was you that we had a hard time bringing home, Y/N.'

'So can you tell me what happened?'

'Sure, after you acknowledge that I'm the best brother ever.' Diego raised his eyebrows, adjusting his positioning on the chair.

A light laugh just escaped my mouth, keeping my mouth closed so I wouldn't start burst out laughing. 'You're kidding me right? Really?'

'Yes really. I had to carry you home, tuck you into bed after you kicked and screamed, help you get up so you can throw up. I didn't even know humans were physically able to throw up so much.'

When Diego put it like that, I felt bad that he had to take care of me throughout the night. 'Okay Diego, you're the best brother in the world. Also I'm sorry you had to do all that for me.'

'Aha, no worries. That was probably the most entertaining night ever.' He laughed, 'You were fucking crazy.'

I smiled, I bet Diego really enjoyed me making a fool of myself or whatever I did last night that got him giggling nonstop. 'So are you going to tell me?'

'Hmm, nope. Thanks for the compliment though.'

'Ugh, I hate you.'

'Not according to yesterday you don't.' Diego smirked.

#luther hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves x reader #allison hargreeves xreader #klaus hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves x reader #ben hargreeves x reader #vanya hargreeves x reader #tua oneshot #the umbrella academy fic #the umbrella academy oneshot #hargreeves x sibling!reader

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askmeforafic · 4 years

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Everything will be just fine (We moved the furniture so we could dance)

Arthur’s birthday fell late March and this year it also fell two days after his break up with Deborah “Call me Debs” Smith. Obviously he didn’t choose that time to break up with her but it had been coming for a while.

They met while at a charity night that Arthur’s work were sponsoring and Deborah’s had been in charge of the advertising for so they had been working together for weeks before the actual event happened. She had been clear from the start that she was interested in him in more than a professional way but he had managed to keep them on track until the charity night happened. Arthur’s boss after a few too many on the night suggested that Arthur be used after hearing that one of the guys they had lined up for the date auction portion of the evening had fallen ill and couldn’t come.

That had been early October and the cracks started to show by Christmas when she invited herself to his works Christmas night out and had insisted on going to a market the day him and his friends were going to do their mini Christmas. Most of them went home for Christmas so over the years they had started to do their own version the week before but he was late by almost an hour and a half which would have been more if he hadn’t threatened to leave her alone at the market so he could still make it to Percy’s before he served dinner. The argument the next day was so explosive that Arthur’s neighbour came over after with brownies and wine for him but they made up or rather she appeared the next night in a long coat and thigh high boots and nothing else. That set the pattern until the final fight where even the smallest thing was brought up before she screamed at him it was over.

The original plan had been to go for dinner and then to see Wicked after a lazy morning in bed and a flying visit to see Morgana for a home-made lunch. Deborah was reluctant to go to Morgana’s for lunch saying that they could meet her at a restaurant but it was a tradition between them since they were teenagers that the other made them lunch for their birthday. Instead it was something she had hurled in his face during their last fight – why didn’t he want her to know why it was a tradition? Did Merlin know? Why was he allowed to know but she wasn’t? Was Merlin more important than her? No, don’t answer that.

Instead he was dragged out of bed by Morgana who had used her spare key to barge into his house and destroyed his kitchen while making them pasta bake. She had, however, brought several bottles of the red wine they both liked and helped him polish off two before leaving and telling him that she wouldn’t let him waste today but after that she was giving him two more days of sulking before he was being dragged to that new tequila bar she heard about. When he went back to his living room with a new bottle he found the menu for The Princess Bride playing and an unopened bag of caramel popcorn. By the time he finished that and was just deciding what to put on next there was a knock on the door.

He opened it forgetting that he was only wearing grey jogging bottoms, an old stretched out tank top with Ibiza written on it in highlighter pink and his hair looked like he’d been dragged through a hedge backwards. It was a relief then when it was Merlin on the other side of the door with a huge smile on his face and a bag of Chinese food in his hand. He smiled as Merlin immediately reached out and pulled him into a hug, pinching his side as he heard Merlin whisper “Happy birthday Princess” into his ear.

Arthur reluctantly pulled back from the hug while grabbing the bag from him and heading back into the living room. “You’ve been spending too much time with Gwaine I think, you never use to call me that” he threw over his shoulder.

“And whose fault is that? I would’ve hung around you more if Deb” Merlin paused here to roll his eyes. “Hadn’t insisted it was weird when she broke in and we were on the couch because Morgana called dibs on your bed and you still refuse to sleep in your spare room”.

By this point he had taken off his jacket and shoes and headed into the kitchen to grab plates and cutlery, he spotted the bottles on the counter that were still unopened and picked one up. Leaning on doorway between the two rooms he tilted his head towards the bottle, passing it to Arthur and getting everything else from the kitchen before making himself at home on the couch. Arthur immediately started plating up the meals for them as Merlin grabbed the remote and queued up the original Jumanji on Netflix. They quickly fell into a comfortable silence eating and being absorbed into the movie.

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They both sighed as they readjusted after finishing their meals, Merlin leaning into Arthur’s side and Arthurs arm automatically wrapping around Merlin’s shoulders. They stayed that way through the Jumanji remake and the rest of the bottle of wine.

Arthur tightened his hold on Merlin while the end credits rolled, not realising until then just how much he missed the casual contact and intimacy between them. It was, unfortunately, one of the valid points that Deb had when they had their final argument. He and Merlin were a lot closer and comfortable with each other than most men were with their friends. He didn’t understand what her issue with it was though, she’d seen him with Leon and Percy too and they were just as free with their affection. Arguably more so given they’d known him for almost their whole lives where he hadn’t met Merlin until he transferred to their high school until the start of their third year. They had fallen into an easy friendship after a misunderstanding on the first day where Merlin thought he was bullying Elyan, Gwen’s little brother. Thankfully it was cleared up quickly and by the end of their time in high school they were rarely seen without each other.

“You know that I didn’t mean to ignore you or make you feel like I was choosing her over you don’t you?” Arthur murmured into Merlin’s hair, absentmindedly stroking up and down Merlin’s arm.

Merlin tilted his head toward Arthurs with a confused look on his face, his nose scrunching up as he tried to work out what had prompted that confession. “I know you didn’t mean that you prat, I’ve told before you can’t get rid of me that easily. You knew that when you signed up to be friends with me, no girl or boyfriend is going to change that - they haven’t before.”

“I…..uh…I was just thinking about that last fight and how she asked if she was more important than you. Which is ridiculous because I’ve known her less than six months and I’ve know you for more than six years. Why did I let her convince me that spending less time with you would fix the cracks in our relationship? You didn’t cause them; me and her being different people did and no amount of trying would change that. I don’t know, I think the wine’s gotten to me and I just wanted to know that even if she almost messed up my birthday she didn’t mess up us.” Arthur scrubbed his hand over his face and drained the last of the last dregs in his glass.

Arthur stood up and held his hand out to Merlin who silently turned off the TV and grabbed Arthurs hand and allowed himself to be led to Arthurs room. He knew that although Arthur may blame the wine that he was really effected by their lack of closeness in the past few months. They stripped down slowly and with the ease of knowing that neither of them would judge the other. As they slid into bed Merlin turned his back to Arthur knowing he would want to hold Merlin after his confession earlier.

They both slept in the next morning and woke up feeling more content than they had felt in a long time. Arthur grabbed them both shirts from his drawer and agreed to make breakfast if Merlin could find them something to watch. As he was making the pancakes he heard Merlin drop something, not an unusual sound from him but Arthur wanted to make sure he was okay. When he walked out of the kitchen he heard the words that had caused the remote to drop.

“Ladies and gentlemen of the United Kingdom, given the current situation the decision has been made to enact lockdown measures.”

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After that it was as if time was simultaneously too fast and too slow, April passed in the blink of an eye it seemed but then some weeks passed like they were drenched in syrup. They fell into a pattern quite quickly, Merlin had his work send him a laptop to work on articles and they both used the living room to work preferring to have someone to talk to while they worked. They traded off making lunch and dinner and reminding each other that they needed to move and stop working.

No matter how the week was - good, bad, quick, long they always ended it the same way by sitting on the couch watching movies and cuddling. They started by going through all the movies they had said they were going to watch while Arthur had been with Deb and then started working on their old favourites. They made a point of always wearing their most comfortable clothes while they were watching films, ordering in, opening (and finishing a bottle of wine) and changing the way they watched them. Some older ones they watched on dvd, some of them on Blu-ray and some on Disney+ (which Merlin made Arthur get a subscription for at the start of lockdown). The only official rule was that they didn’t talk about anything outside of the house during the movies.

The other rule was unspoken – no matter what had happened during the day, how shitty their bosses had been or if they had argued with each other they always went to bed at the same time and they always shared Arthur’s bed. Sleeping curled around each other always made them feel safe and any frustration or arguments between them were forgotten by morning.

It was the 27th June and that night him and Merlin decided to order in from Merlin’s favourite Italian just around the corner from Arthurs. They had splashed out on Arthurs favourite wine and decided to watch Beauty and The Beast and then Tangled. Between the food, movies and wine Arthur was content but when Merlin curled further into him he felt a rush of affection. Looking back on the time they had spent trapped in Arthurs house so far for all the frustration and anxiety it had caused them he could only feel a wave of correctness flow through him. That this was how it should always be, this house being his and Merlins home, the bed being their bed, them having a routine as a couple and being domestic with each other.

Arthur wasn’t blind, he’d known from the second he met Merlin with his bright blue eyes flashing and plush pink lips that he was going to be handsome. At the time Merlin’s limbs flailed about without warning and he hadn’t grown into his own yet but Arthur knew know that he had and while he still flailed occasionally that he was now the heartbreaker that Arthur knew he would be. He wasn’t sure when Merlin had captured his heart, he knew it was before they went to university but in the time between when they met and then he couldn’t tell. All he knew was that Merlin had taken it as if it was always rightfully his and by the time Arthur realised he knew that he would follow Merlin anywhere. Which was why he had never told him, Arthur was given the chance to have this man by his side and he wouldn’t give that up even if it meant never knowing how Merlins lips would feel on his own.

Just as he was having this realisation Tangled finished and in the moment before the credits rolled he saw them in the reflection of the TV. He saw Merlin laid along the length of the couch, his head resting on Arthurs chest and Arthur himself curled around Merlin, his forehead resting on the crown of Merlins head. He got up and offered Merlin his hand as he done every night but this time he stumbled into the table pushing it back and when Merlin went to take his hand he hit the wrong button on the remote to turn the TV off. Instead of turning off it the channel changed to a music channel with a new song starting to play.

The song washed over him and when Merlin put his hand in his he couldn’t help but pull him towards him instead. Merlin stumbling into him and resting his head in the crook of Arthurs neck, his other hand automatically reaching for Arthurs shoulder. He started to sway them together as Taylor Swift crooned to them about how there was a mysterious haze about her Lover. The longer the song went on the more he wanted it to apply to him and Merlin, he wanted Merlin to be his lover and to tell the world about it.

As the song faded out he looked down at Merlin, only to find that Merlin was staring up at him. Overcome by the evening’s effect on him and Merlins effect on him he leaned down and fit their lips together. Arthur sank into the kiss, feeling Merlin do the same as they kept swaying around their living room. Eventually they broke the kiss and continued to walk towards their bed as they continued onto their bed never breaking their hold.

Later they would talk about their relationship and Arthur would ask for Merlin to make this their home. They would tell their friends and deal with Gwaine’s sending them a cake with the words “congrats on getting your heads out of your asses”. They would deal with that after they had spent their first night together as a couple and then made breakfast in their underwear trading soft kisses as they danced around the kitchen.

#merlin #bbc merlin #merlin fanfic #merlin emrys #Arthur Pendragon #merthur #merthur fic #quarantine fic #title from The Middle and Out of the Woods

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Does it make you nervous when someone does something dangerous showing off? If it’s something supposed to be taken seriously, like an athlete doing a risky ice skating spin, then I’d be nervous in that I don’t want them to fail. But if it’s someone doing something rather foolish like doing a moonsault off a roof or putting out a candle with their bare fingers, the mischievous side of me will silently half-wish something goes wrong haha. Have you ever had to take a pee test? You mean a urinalysis? Yeah. Angela’s doctor mom suspected I had UTI a few weeks ago so she had written up a recommendation for me to take a ‘pee test,’ as you put it. Have you ever had to supply someone with clean pee? I mean, I did for the aforementioned urinalysis lol. And what do you mean by clean pee? How is that different from dirty pee? Lmao Are you a bit of a nerd? Guh, I loved calling myself this is a teenager...because...y’know...I was a teenager and wanted to sound cool and ~not like the other girls~ lol but I was definitely trying too hard at the time. I don’t consider myself a nerd now and I don’t think I ever was. Are you in charge of cleaning anything in your household? Just my own dishes for the most part, but that’s it.

Are you good at HTML? At one point I was, because it was once a common practice on Tumblr to customize your themes, add your own pages, and basically just mix up your blog. I dunno if normal Tumblr still does this haha but if I tried to do this today I’d be rusty for sure. Ever carved/written anything on a park bench? Nope. I always feel like I’d get caught. Most interesting place you've ever visited? I’d say Shanghai was the most interesting mostly because it was SO incredibly first-world and the whole place was just so modern, so technologically forward and the experience was so jarring considering the dumpsite I live in. It was very daunting seeing all the bright lights, people dressing up so well, luxury shops on every corner, and how rich their nightlife was. Have you ever had anything tailored? Yes, my lola knows how to do that so whenever I need my clothes adjusted I’d just ask her to do it. Fan of Walton Ford artwork? Ever even heard of him? Nope, haven’t heard of him. Do you keep your eyebrows more thick or thin? I never get my eyebrows done; I don’t find it necessary. They’re naturally on the thick side, but from years of trichotillomania and plucking my left eyebrows, the hair eventually never 100% came back and the end of that eyebrow has juuuust a bit of a bald patch on it. It’s only noticeable for those who know about my trich, but still. What color is your bedroom door? It’s brown, but the bottom part sports a lot of chipped-off paint due to my dog scratching on it to get in and out of my room for the last twelve years. Do you value your personal space, or do you hate being alone? I value both since I tend to need either at different points. Have you ever been hunting? Never. Your take on one-night stands? Are they okay? You do you, and it’s definitely okay. It’s just not my thing. Do you always wear a bra? Not when I’m at home. I for sure haven’t worn one in a while due to the pandemic forcing me to stay home, but I did wear a bra when I went to the hospital a couple of weeks ago. Felt so weird lol. Do you have a wrist watch? No. I always lose them under my watch (hehe) so I just stopped wearing them altogether so that I don’t keep wasting my parents’ money :/ Do you usually jog or go for walks? I’ll sometimes go for walks, but for leisure. I don’t think of them as workouts at all. Could you be happier? Yeah, I think this is how most of us, if not all of us, feel.

Don't you just love aerial views? Like...from airplanes? Yessss, I love them a lot. When my dad books flights for us I always call dibs on a window seat as I never get tired of seeing cities and towns from the sky. Do you own a pair of Dr. Martins? As far as I know it’s Martens, and no I don’t. I’ve always thought they were too chunky for my liking. Do you like wine? Hate it, I never liked its bitter taste. My girlfriend and some of my aunts love wine though so sometimes I’ll have a glass or two and pretend to like it so I can spend time with them haha. Do you scrapbook? Nope. We do have scrapbooks at home, but it was my mom who made all of them for mine and my siblings’ baby photos. Have you ever been told not to do something you desperately wanted to do? Of course. ^ did you listen? Not always. Why are the angry birds so mad at the pigs? ...I don’t care. I never played the game actually. Would you feel bad about breaking up with a kid on his birthday? Kid sounds weird in this sentence lol, and yeah I’d say that’s a pretty shitty thing to do. There are 365 days in a year and unless my significant other has been an abusive shithead, I’d pick a date other than their birthday to break up with them. Have you ever sung anyone the happy birthday song? On their birthday, I guess...? How many followers do you have on Twitter? At the moment, 722. Do you like Hello Kitty? Not really. Have you ever won on one of those grabber machine things? Not that I can recall. My sister has always been the one better at those than me, she wins something every time. Though there was one time I was at the arcade and was just fucking around with the claw machines until I saw a kimono-wearing Hello Kitty left behind in one of them; I figured someone won it but didn’t want it, so I gleefully took it and gave it to my sister who’s super into Hello Kitty AND anything Japanese haha. Is there an actual word for those? I call it the claw machine. Have you seen the movie Remember Me? I never have but I remember wanting to because Robert Pattinson is in it, heh. Do you like thunderstorms? Love them. I can see myself living somewhere where it rains all year round. Have you ever been horseback-riding? I’ve ridden a horse before but I don’t think it counts as horseback-riding? It was part of the itinerary on one of our trips to Tagaytay nearly a decade ago, and a skilled rider was maneuvering the horse for me. I was like 12 and didn’t know any better, but today I absolutely wouldn’t take part in some tourist attraction thing that would use and tire out animals. Have you ever seen your naked back? I’ve had to turn around and look at it in the mirror a few times because I have scoliosis and I had wanted to see the point where my back starts to curve. Are you gonna French kiss your hubby at your wedding? Noooooo. I hate doing PDA myself so I’ll likely be sheepish at my own wedding actually, considering the fact that I wanna invite like 400 people lol. Do you think girls generally look better with their natural hair color? I don’t base attractiveness off of hair color, so I don’t really care. Who is the last person you held hands with? Gabie. Was ages ago though. Would you agree that wedding cake is so much better than any other cake? (: I mean, wedding cake isn’t even a type of cake lol. I think cheesecake is the superior cake, though. Do you feel awkward with strangers in elevators? Not at all. It’s a lot more awkward if I know the person but am not close with them or don’t know them all that well, so then I’d have to spend the next few seconds figuring out if I wanna make small talk or just ignore them altogether. Do you cuss excessively when you're upset? I can cuss excessively regardless of my mood. I don’t do it as much as I did when I was a teenager, but my potty mouth will still slip out every now and then. Would you rather cheat and tell your other about it or be cheated on? Eugh, this is an awful question. Can we just go with no cheating? Do you own a pair of shorts that could be mistaken for underwear? I don’t think so. Have you ever felt free after losing something once important to you? Yeah, I was recently reading my old survey answers from 2015 when my breakup was fresh, and apparently I was a super happy camper who felt free as fuck when Gab and I had broken things off so I guess that’s one example lol. Have you ever been to a rave? Nope, no raves for me. How many bananas have you ever eaten in a row? I’ve only eaten a whole banana once my whole life and that was a few weeks ago when I had a fever. Mom said it’ll be good for my body so I was made to eat one for breakfast. It wasn’t all that bad, but it will still take a whole lot for me to have to eat another banana. Have you ever felt like you can burn the world down? I’ve never been that angry before, no. Can you read/speak in any language(s) other than English? Yuh, Filipino is my first language.

Have you ever had sex outside? I’ve had it outside but we were still hidden, like inside a car lol if that still counts. Have you ever been outside naked? ^ Same situation. Do you like guys with long, brown, shaggy, flippy hair? If it looks majestically taken care of, yep. Do you have a beauty mark? I don’t. Have you ever been in a shrubbery maze? No. I’ve been terrified of them ever since watching The Shining, and I don’t think I’ll ever be up to entering one since I hate getting lost. Do you think you're the best thing that's happened to someone? I dunno. I don’t really need this big of a validation, so it’s genuinely fine if no one thinks of me in this way. Is the best thing that's ever happened to you a person? Yes, but also a dog. What's your boyfriend's style, or what style tends to attract you? I’ve observed that Gab jumps from one style to another. Some days she’ll dress like a sophisticated aunt and wear nice flowy dresses, other days she’ll opt to look a bit tomboyish and wear a graphic or tie-dye t-shirt and jeans. Do you know anyone who works in a cafe? Yeah, my cousin Bia. How many songs do you think you know all of the lyrics do? Hundreds is a safe guess. Do you enjoy jazz or blues music? I enjoy both, but I like jazz a tad bit more.

What's the most emotionally painful thing you've ever been through? Finding out about Nacho. My grandpa’s death hurt as hell too, but back then I had no choice but to harden up and force myself to be ok and focus because I had an insanely important college entrance exam coming up five days after his passing, and I couldn’t afford to get distracted. With the news of Nacho, I was doing nothing that night and I was completely vulnerable when it hit me. How many band t-shirts do you own that are black? I only have one band t-shirt, and it’s black. Can you make a clover shape with your tongue? Nope. Would you agree that Beck is a musical genius? (: Beyoncé lost to him for Album of the Year at the Grammys for her 2013 album which she highkey should’ve won, so he’s kinda on my shitlist for that looooool Do you ever feel like the main people in your life don't know you at all? No. I wear my heart on my sleeve for the most part, so I don’t have to worry about that. Do you like Ben Folds? I’ve never heard of him. Do you watch The Voice? Nope. Do you have a protective father? To an extent. He hates catcallers and always tells me to tell him if there are any around when we’re out so he can beat them up. He’s not crazy protective to the point of being possessive or overly strict though. Have you ever worn a headdress? Just for school productions when we would represent cultures that have headdresses.

Last thing that caused you to get sick? A UTI. What's the biggest misconception about you, personally? It annoys me to no goddamn end when people say or assume that I’m fake. It’s called being polite and civil even around people I don’t like which I’m pretty sure is more mature than fake, dude. Have you ever seriously thought you loved someone without telling them? No. Are you squeamish? About certain things. I hate watching clips of people having their bones break or get dislocated, people passing out, too much blood, among other stuff.

#survey #surveys

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tricklingstreamdacre · 6 years

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Bring It On; Steve Harrington x Reader [Summer Camp/IT Crossover AU]

STEVE HARRINGTON x READER

SUMMARY: Some losers from Maine and nerds for Hawkin’s are about to battle it out summer camp style. But the leaders seem a little more focused towards petty battles. Will it get in the way?

WARNINGS/NOTES: Swearing, you don’t need to have seen It (2017) to know what’s going on but you need to at least understand how the losers act.

REQUEST: “We’re both ‘team leaders’ at a summer camp for little people and you may be hot but goddammit my collection of twelve-year-olds are going to beat yours into the dust” with Steve and the losers gang on readers team?? PLZ

WORD COUNT: 2.6K

A/N: apart from the fact that nearly everything I seem to write comes back to B99 somehow let’s start this shit show.

AU WEEK: DAY ONE

AU WEEK REQUESTS OPEN

This was your second year of being a leader at a summer camp meant for kids.

You had arrived early, earlier than anticipated, you dumped your bags in your cabin and watched as people you’d never met slowly came in. You could understand why people didn’t want to come back, most of the kids were a nightmare, but you had been lucky, you had got the Loser’s Club.

“Hey, fuckface!”

A group of a little shits.

You smiled as you saw Beverly Marsh and Richie Tozier approach with large smiles, you extended your hand for a high five but were left hanging as they approached and looked judgingly, “Well hi to you too.”

Mike and Ben followed behind the two both eager to see you again, you were the cool teenager they all aspired to be like. You enjoyed that.

“Where're the others?” you asked as you started walking towards the boy's cabin (Bev being forced to share with other girls) with a curious eye scoping as more kids and mentors filed in.

“Eddie lost his inhaler so they’re looking for it,” Bev replied casually, the fact didn’t surprise you so you just let gave a smile in reply seeing the boys dib their bunks and unpack.

“C’mon Bev I’ll take you to your cabin, it’s not far away.” you gestured to the door as Beverly followed behind her heavy bags in tow.

By now most of the people had arrived and you watched the new counsellors become acquainted nonchalantly before feeling Bev tug at your arm.

“Look over there,” she pointed to a buss of kids emerging, “see that kid with the bowl cut?”

You looked around confused searching for a bowl cut that would stand out amongst the others. But you were abruptly distracted by a counsellor coming out of the bus in the yellow polo and blue shorts we all had to wear.

Big luscious hair, stylish ray bands and a certain stance that left you all flustered, you cursed you teenage tendencies. But damn.

“Y/N!” Bev yelled shoving you slightly to bring you away from the hot counsellor. “Over there!”

You finally could follow her finger and amongst the crowd of curly haired boys, redheads and the hot counsellor, your eyes crossed a boy with a black bowl cut and lanky body, an identical version of the idiot Richie Tozier.

“What the fuck.”

The Tozier doppelgänger had scared the entire losers club.

With everyone filed in the auditorium where people went if it rained, you ignored the basic protocols discussed only nudging Tozier occasionally to get him to shut up.

“This year we also have a little competition,” the coordinator said with her condescending happy voice, “We going to be doing a point system for the winners of each game, the most points will win a special prize at the end of this camp!”

You smirked, you guys had that in the bag, guaranteed, you had brains - Ben and Mike -, braun - Bev -, chaotic rage - Eddie -, goody boys to win best behaviour - Billy and Stan - and Richie to piss off all your competitors, a distraction.

“Don’t look too proud L/N.”

The voice nearly scared you, you looked up and looked into the pretty eyes of the counsellor you’d stared down earlier, and despite the initial attraction, your competitive streak kicked in.

“Why would that be Harrington?” you asked looking at his name tag.

“Because your team is a bunch of crazy idiots.”

“And yours aren’t?” you asked peering to the group seeing the curly haired boy shove the boy with black hair childishly, you peered back amused and you could tell Steve wasn’t too impressed either.

“You’d be surprised what these kids can do under pressure.” he mentioned, “We’re winning.”

“My kids would face their worst fears if they needed to win,” you challenged, “I bet we’ll win.”

“You’re willing to bet on that?”

“Yes.” you said without thinking it through, “What do you want if you, somehow, win?”

“How about I take you on a date? I promise it will be awful.”

“An awful date?” you laughed, how stupid, “Okay when my team win you’re going to arrive at the counsellor party in a special outfit.”

He seemed concerned and slightly deterred, “What is it?”

“You’ll find out.”

First activity, rope course.

Richie sent Mike the doppel into an angered rage, he fell. You won by thirty seconds.

Second activity, canoe race.

You and Bev came last because you got distracted by Steve who rowed without a shirt.

Third activity, orientation through the woods.

Stan got through it like a champ, Eddie panicked at the sight of nearly every bug, but Will managed to sneak the ‘Party’ through and bet the losers by two minutes.

Forth activity, abseiling.

Mike put up a good fight going down the cliff like a champ, but you when the losers friend jumped off a cliff they did too, your team aced it.

Fifth activity, tug-a-war.

Glaring at each other you and Steve stood arms crossed as you watched the other teams go back and forth, but you two both knew, you knew this was the deciding game. This was what decided if you went on a date with him or if he looked like an asshat at the counsellor party held once the kids leave.

“We can’t lose this guys.” you ordered the losers your hand pointing at every one of them, “I can’t go on a date with this dude.”

Their faces contorted at the mention, some a smirk, some a cheeky expression. Your frowned in reply, “Am I missing something.”

“Oh my god! Going on a date with Steve is the worst thing ever! I’m going to die!” Richie taunted, “We know you want to get in his pants Y/N.”

Gawking in reply you looked over to make sure Steve didn’t hear, “No I don’t.”

“Yes, you do.” Beverly sassed, “I know why we lost the canoe race.”

“That was a one-off that doesn’t count.” you said trying to convince yourself and the club, “Don’t screw this up for me.”

They rolled their eyes but nodded, “Yeah trust me I don’t want the short haired girl calling me mouth breather again we’re winning.” Richie said as they wandered over to the side of the rope that would determine theirs and your fate. You watched excited and anxious, with a tiny part of you that thought a date wouldn’t be so bad. But screw that side because your group of preteens are better than his goddammit.

You stood with the other counsellors, they’d heard about yours and Steve’s bet and had all placed their own bets on who they thought would win. You didn’t really care because the bets were tied. The girls liked to discuss some of the things you might have to do on the date, you stressed about it the more they spoke of it. But you could tell Steve was just as nervous as you.

You stood next to him as the coordinator called out the rules, “You know my kids have got this in the bag right?”

“Sure they do.” he scoffed.

“Mike can barely run ten meters without wheezing, the others aren’t that much better.” you said, “Plus you’re their mentor? They were doomed from the beginning.”

“Because you’re so much better.” he said challengingly looking down at you, “You’re way to proud of yourself.”

You both looked at each other, up and down trying to be intimidating, but nearly everyone else took it as sexual tension, “Well who else should I be for, the seven-foot back hair on your scalp?”

“Beats touching the dead hay hair you’ve got.”

“You wish you could.”

He kind of did.

“Whatever.”

The conversation ended and you both turned to the kids all holding the rope leaning back waiting for the starting whistle.

“REMEMBER EDDIE THE HARDER YOU PULL THE QUICKER YOU GET TO LET THE ROPE GO!”

The whistle sounded and immediately grunts and cheers could be heard, you and Steve were barking at your teams as they pulled back and forth them all putting up a surprising fight as it came in tied. It didn’t make any sense to you given how weak some of them were.

You looked at the sand their feet were digging into, that’s when you noticed it, mouthbreather girl; her feet weren’t even moving, it was like she was made of stone. She was weighing their team down.

Steve seemed to notice it to because a shit eating grin came to his face. You gawked in shock looking at him but were then distracted by a loud roaring team.

The losers were on their butt in the dirt as the party cheered.

You looked at Steve and he was already staring at you, he had a shit eating grin and looked at you with a knowing look. If any of the rumours you’d heard about this date were true this was going to be a date from hell.

“...Fuck me.”

With the Party the crowned winners and your team sore losers you watched as the winners got free time at any of the activities desired. But your team still managed to snag a bunch of marshmallows and cook them late that night as your own celebration.

But now, watching the losers leave for another year, you were left with the tedious task of the worst date of your life.

Starting with the outfit Steve had chosen for you.

Reluctantly you put on the outfit you’d once seen amongst the dress up pile and wandered towards Steve’s cabin knocking on the door as aggressively as you could. You heard hollers from his cabin mates as the door creaked open. Steve emerged dressed in black pants and a casual shirt, all while you were wearing an atrocious dress from decades ago.

With a hip jutted out you gave a mocking pose and twirled, “Happy Harrington?”

He laughed at your outfit, “Very, now shall we go to dinner?”

He extended a hand for you to grab which you took, “I’d like you to know I’m absolutely terrified.”

He shrugged, “fair enough.”

He walked you towards the lake that was cold to the touch be dawn, the weeds were moving in the wind and the water waved serenely despite the murkiness of the water.

You looked at him curiously he pointed out onto the lake where a double small boat was waiting with some food in a basket. You looked down at your shoes and grimaced, “Steve I’m heels.”

“Don’t care let’s go!”

Pushing you towards the boat he helped you in as your feet shook and your balance betrayed you. after finally falling onto the right area Steve joined you and pushed you away from the docks and into the freezing water of the lake.

You placed your hands on the poofy dress trying to stay balanced, “I must admit I expected worse Harrington.” you mumbled looking at the assortment of food in the basket, “Wardrobe malfunctions aren’t exactly the plans of an evil mastermind.”

“But you haven’t heard the song I wrote for you.”

“What?”

“Or the song you're going to sing to the counsellors.”

“No.”

“Oh yeah,” he replied, “If I can make you wear that dress I’m going to make the most of this.”

You let out a groan that Steve stared fondly at, your hair falling in front of your face messily you puffed it away from your eyes and stared at Steve in displeasure, “I hate you.”

“Love you too Y/N.” he mocked rowing you to the centre of the lake stopping and pulling the ores in he opened the basket and revealed an assortment of kiddy food with red cordial obviously mocking wine, “Ready for your meal?”

“Classy.” you replied taking, “But still delicious, what’s the punchline?” you asked taking a bite of a small sandwich filled with surprisingly good contents. Steve smirked as watched you munch on the sandwich.

“One of everything is filled with laxatives.”

You spat out the food comically wiping the rest from your tongue, “Excuse me?”

He laughed maniacally, “I’m totally kidding. Nothing has laxatives.”

You moved the basket away from your feet and towards Steve, “Forgive me for not trusting you.”

“Want some cordial-”

“No.”

As the night progressed it did get worse, your heel broke, he sang you an awful ballad and then made you sing a song to the staff about how amazing he was but now you were heading to his grand finale, luckily, in sneakers.

It had reached nightfall well and truly now, the stars were bright and you were praying for this torture to be over as Steve led you further into the woods.

“I admit, murdering me is the worst date ever but could we perhaps not?”

He chuckled in reply pulling you further into the forest aiding you in your hideous dress, “I’m not murdering you, the worst date is nearly over anyway.”

You mumbled a thank god before being pulled through some dense bushes that light only barely shone through. Pushing leaves away from your face you finally came into the clearing.

A campfire, several blankets and pillows with an assortment of camping food goods.

“What’s the catch?”

“Nothing,” he explained pulling you closer, “Your worst date is officially over, the best one is just beginning.”

After everything that happened you were a little relieved but disappointed that this seemed to have ended so quick, because despite the humiliation you had a lot of fun being an idiot with Steve, “But the bet was only one date?”

“Well, then I guess you can decide if I get a second one?”

You paused watched as he sat down amongst the pillows and drapped a blanket over his shoulders grabbing a bag of something, “I have marshmallows?”

Letting out a small laugh you decided, knowing the staff was leaving tomorrow and this was the last time you’d get to talk to him, “I’m coming.”

His face was entirely relieved as you wandered over and sat by him. He didn’t know if you would stay or not, but he was happy you did. You sat down beside him grabbing the softest blanket you could find and pulling over your shoulders and asked, “Hey, pass ‘em over.”

Passing a stick and opening the bag you grabbed several, impaled them and placed them over the fire. Looking over at Steve you smiled, “This is nice.”

He paused and you did so in tow, he obviously wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words so you waited patiently seeing the marshmallow cook over the fire.

“Y/N I... I really like you.”

You pulled your marshmallow towards you looking at him sincerely, “Funny way of showing it.”

He smiled as you added, “But I really like you too.”

You both paused again turning back to the fire, “But I don’t live in Hawkin’s it won’t work.”

Steve frowned, “Doesn’t matter.”

“I can’t date a person and only see them once a year, that ridiculous.”

“Maybe,” he countered, “But we can see each other, you’re only two hours away.”

You paused eating another marshmallow, “We could try.”

He smiled victorious, “Good.”

Another couple hours later you both headed back to the cabins, “By the way, they think I took you on a hell hike so I’m going to pick you up like a bride.”

“Wait no!”

Too late as he picked you up making you laugh, everyone saw and watched amused clapping and hollering.

The next day you gave him a departing kiss as he got in his ride home, “I’ll see you in a week yeah?”

“Of course.” you nodded with a smile, “No sandwiches with laxatives yeah?”

“Never had any in the first place.” he smiled starting his car.

You waved with a smile as he drove away, he gave one back and you laughed as you disappeared into the woods.

Now you just had to count down the days.

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j-ungkooky · 7 years

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Impulse (Jungkook)

Angst/Fluff Badboy AU 5484 Words

Bad Boy Series: Namjoon/Seokjin/Yoongi/Hoseok/Jimin/Taehyung/Jungkook

The long awaited oneshot that I promised I’d post a week ago oops.

Summary: Jungkook keeps himself cool, calm and collected at all times yet around her, the want to throw away his facade is extremely tempting. He fears that if he acts on his feelings he will drag her into a lifestyle that he desperately wants to keep her out of.

Jungkook swallowed, gripping his thighs so hard he was sure he left angry red marks on them. Usually it was easy to ignore her but now that they were alone together, his senses heightened making him able to catch every time she licked her lips, heard every little sigh that escaped from her mouth and he swore that if he looked at her directly right now, he could probably count every single one of her eyelash.

“Take care of my baby sister okay?” was all Hoseok said before he and the rest of his friends left leaving Jungkook and her all alone in an the house that now felt way too small.

After a few minutes of suffocating silence, he heard her sigh again.

“Are you hungry?” she finally asked in a small voice, which made his heart flip flop around in his chest.

“We can order take out from that one restaurant down the street. Hoseok told me you order from there often and-“ “You can order whatever you want for yourself, I’m going to my room.” Jungkook interrupted before getting up from the couch.

She winced when she heard the slam of his bedroom door and shrunk into the black tattered leather couch. It was always like this between them-she’d reach out for him and he would slap her hand away. Of all the people she could develop feelings for, she found herself falling for Jungkook and she didn’t know why she kept trying when it was evident that he wanted nothing to do with her.

It wasn’t until a little over a year ago that she fully learned what her brother and his friends did for a living. They stole, blackmailed, threatened, lied and fought for survival. Hoseok and his friends started off as a rowdy annoying group of teenagers who went around spraying graffiti on walls but an accidental run in with a gang became the catalyst to where they were now. To say that they were successful as a gang would be ironic but no one could deny the amount of power, status and money they had gathered in just a few short years. Fortunately for her, Hoseok and his friends never dragged her into their world for her own safety but, she still enjoyed their presence very much. Ignoring their job title, she considered Hoseok’s friends like her other older brothers except one, Jeon Jungkook. With his messy tousled brown locks, eyes that were always scanning the environment and a bad habit of smiling during the most inappropriate times, she found herself falling more and more for the enigma that made up his existence.

“I’ll just order it for myself then. Eat shit Jungkook.” She cursed silently under her breath before punching in the number for the restaurant down the street.

As she told her order to the person on the other end, she fought the urge to order Jungkook’s favourite because he didn’t deserve it. But when you fight, you either win or lose and the image of him happily eating something he liked was enough to make her throw all judgment away.

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Jungkook stared in bewilderment at the sight before him. On the kitchen counter were two boxes of his favourite foods from his favourite restaurant. She got the order down to a T and he didn’t know whether to be amazed by how well she knew him or concerned. Taking a seat on the kitchen stool, he opened the box of food and sighed in pleasure when the aroma filled his nose. The rest of the guys still hadn’t come home and Jungkook heard her leave a couple of hours ago. He had waited in his room forever and even after she left, he still refused to leave afraid that her perfume might still be lingering in the air.

The food had turned cold a long time ago but that didn’t bother Jungkook as he took slow careful bites making sure to relish every single flavour because she bought it for him. As he ate, his mind continuously replayed images of her blushing every time he caught her staring at him or of her trying to stifle a laugh every time she heard him say something that was amusing. Jungkook wasn’t stupid, in fact, he was arguably one of the more analytical and observant in the group. He was usually the mastermind along with Namjoon when it came to coming up with plans to take over territory or wiring tons of money from one of their unfortunate victims. With that being said, Jungkook knew the kind of effect he had on her. He knew that she had started growing feelings for him a little after they met and those feelings had only grown overtime. It would be a lie to say that she didn’t intrigue him because she intrigued the hell out of him. Her love and care for him made her feel like a home away from home for Jungkook. She was so persistent and deep down he hoped that she would never give up on him.

“Wowie look at all that food!” Jimin chirped reeling Jungkook back into reality.

One by one, the gang stumbled through the front door all wanting to get a glimpse of the food Jimin so excitedly pointed out.

“There’s more in the fridge.” Jungkook said before taking another bite.

He was kind of disappointed that his friends had interrupted his string of thought as thinking about her was the only time alone he could have with her.

“I call first dibs!” Jin clapped taking long strides towards the fridge.

“This is no doubt the work of your sister.” Yoongi chuckled, carelessly throwing his leather jacket onto the couch before plopping down on it as well.

“Tell her we all say thank you okay Hoseok?” Namjoon chimed in before walking to the fridge as well.

“And did you say your thank you’s Jeon Jungkook?” Taehyung teased giving him a light punch on the arm.

Jungkook ignored him and continued eating.

“As if he’d ever say thank you.” He heard Jimin whisper to Taehyung.

“Does he even know your sisters name, Hoseok?” Taehyung joked and Jungkook grimaced.

Of course he knew her name! He would even argue that he knew more about her than Hoseok did. He knew her birthday, he knew her favourite colour, he knew that she had a huge exam last week and that she got an 85% on it, he knew the name of all her best friends, he knew most of her hobbies and he knew that the maroon sweater she wore so often was her favourite article of clothing she owned and it was her favourite for good reason. Maroon suited her skin tone so well and the v-neckline of that sweater showcased her collarbones wonderfully but, he would never tell her that.

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“So our next target is a gang controlling the east side of Seoul. They’re called, Exo, and there’s like fucking 600 of them.” Yoongi sighed running a hand through his hair.

Namjoon shook his head pushing aside all the items on the dining table before pulling out a piece of paper and jotting down messy information about Exo.

“There’s actually only 9 of them but only 4 of them are skilled fighters.” Namjoon explained. Jungkook leaned back in his seat and took in the surroundings of the kitchen they were situated in. The dining table was way too small to accommodate 7 men but no one seemed to mind how cramped it was even with their shoulders straining against each others. The chairs each member was sitting on were all different in style and colour as most of them were stolen from lawn sales. One of the kitchen cupboards had a hole through it, the stove desperately needed cleaning and Jungkook felt right at home. He could not for the life of him remember how and why he ended up living in a basement with his friends but he would honestly be willing to live in a cardboard box if it meant being with the 6 of them. Jungkook use to think that there were only 6 people he would die for until Hoseok introduced his sister. The knowledge of her existence came quite sudden as it was when the boys were getting ready to go out and settle a deal with another gang. Hoseok didn’t feel content leaving her alone at home so he decided to bring her over for protection.

“The most dangerous one of them is called Kai. Keep an eye out for him because he’s one tricky motherfucker.” Namjoon explained throwing a photo of Kai onto the table.

He ran over more details of their plan for a few more minutes before calling a break. Jungkook felt a tap on his shoulder and looked over to see Hoseok smiling brightly at him.

“I’m in charge of getting the things we need for this deal, wanna help me transport them tomorrow?” Hoseok asked.

Jungkook nodded always eager to help. Clapping his hands in glee, Hoseok let out a happy cry making Jungkook laugh. It was such a weird thought that this sunshine of a human being had been in charge of many broken jaws, bloody noses, and fractured ribs.

“One catch though!” Hoseok suddenly exclaimed and Jungkook felt his stomach drop. “We have to pick up my sister on the way because I don’t feel safe having her bus to work.”

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Hoseok’s annoying honking pattern signalled that he had arrived. “I’m coming!” she shouted from her bedroom even though she knew he couldn’t hear her.

“Guess which song this is!” Hoseok beamed before honking to a rhythym that only God would be able to guess.

“Hoseok, honestly what is wrong with you?” she banged on the window.

She tried to open the passenger door but was stopped by the shaking of his head accompanied by an amused smile, “There’s no room up here, you gotta sit in the back.”

He jabbed his thumb towards the back seat and that was when she noticed the pile of duffel bags situated on the passenger seat. Not wanting to know what was in those bags, she complied and opened the back door only to have her heart immediately leap to her throat.

“Oh, hey.” She greeted and Jungkook only glanced at her in response before turning his head away.

“Sorry it’s a bit squished back there as well.” Hoseok apologized haphazardly and she felt her face heat up when she realized just how close Jungkook and her were seated together.

There was a bunch of junk and more duffel bags in the back limiting the amount of space between them and she found it a little silly that the feeling of her knee being pressed against Jungkook’s was making her feel giddy.

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“Okay, you two wait here. I’m going to go get more shit before I drop you off okay?” Hoseok said parking his car in an alley way hidden behind large trashcans.

Usually she avoided alleyways like this but with Jungkook beside her, she felt completely safe.

“Don’t you want me to come with you?” Jungkook asked trying to keep his calm composure.

He didn’t know what exactly Hoseok was trying to pull but, being trapped in a car that was way too cramped with her smushed right beside him was not a good idea.

“Oh no don’t worry about it JK. It’s just two more bags.” Hoseok grinned and without another word, he slammed the door.

A groan threatened to escape from Jungkook’s throat when her arm brushed against his as she tried to get more comfortable in the cramped car seat. A normal guy would probably steal some kisses or maybe even engage in some lewd play during this time but, Jungkook was not your average guy who was attending university or holding a 9-5 job. He didn’t need or want someone like her meddling in his life because having her as his significant other meant putting her life in danger and Jungkook would readily meet the devil face to face if he ever did that to her. But the temptation to forget all rules he gave himself regarding her was strong.

“What happened to your cheek?” she finally spoke.

He wanted to smile at how quiet her voice was-a habit of hers when she was feeling nervous. She shoved her hands into her hoodie pocket to keep from touching him. There was a small gash on his left cheek and she was 100% sure that Jungkook did not care enough to properly treat his wound. In fact, he probably just ran water over it and called it a day.

“Hey, I’m talking to you.” She said again and this time Jungkook chuckled.

He loved how she could go from being small and timid to confident and demanding in just a few seconds.

“You know what your brother and I do for a living don’t you?” Jungkook retorted.

He breathed in her perfume and licked his lips. He didn’t know what to do with her, he didn’t know what he wanted from her, he didn’t know if he could be with her and he didn’t know how much longer he would be able to resist her.

Jungkook’s entire body stiffened when he felt her hand on his shoulder.

“Jungkook, you have to take care of yourself more. Hoseok’s always talking about how you’re the one who takes the most hits.” And she felt her heart ache when she said that.

She wanted to take care of Jungkook by making him his favourite foods, bundling him up in a blanket and allowing him to…live but he would never let her. He was so tough, untouchable and just so, so broken. She wanted to love all of him, kiss away all his scars, provide him with the warmth he so desperately needed and be a constant reminder that he is wanted because coming from a broken family and fighting for survival was not his choice.

“It doesn’t look infected though thank god.” She mumbled to herself leaning in closer to get a better look at his wound.

Jungkook sighed her name out loud and turned to look at her. “Stop.”

She felt chills run up and down her back when he placed a hand on her cheek. He was so close to her that she could feel his breath against her lips.

“You and I are never happening.” Jungkook wanted to take back what he just said when he saw the look of hurt plastered on her face.

He wanted to pull her into his chest and explain why they could never be together but, he knew that she would only argue and fight harder for them. She searched his eyes for an explanation but only found his cold, distant gaze looking back at her.

“Fine.” was all she could muster up.

Jeon Jungkook would never return her feelings and it was time for her to realize that. _______________________________________________________________________

Jungkook didn’t know what was troubling him more: the fact that he was finding it hard to stay away from her or the fact that she was finding it easy to stay away from him.

It had been 2 weeks since their conversation in the backseat of Hoseok’s car and a very noticeable change was present in her attitude. When she came over, she wouldn’t acknowledge him and spent the day playing video games with Jin or hanging out in Jimin’s room. When the members would talk about Jungkook, she would go into another room or go on her phone. Jungkook took note of how she wouldn’t even glance in his direction anymore and as much as he hated to admit it, he missed her.

“Jungkook did you get that?” Namjoon asked.

Jungkook blinked and snapped his head up from his lap to find 6 pairs of worried eyes staring at him.

“Sorry I kind of zoned out.” Jungkook muttered and mentally scolded himself for blanking out during an important meeting.

The boys were currently going through another detailed plan of their meeting with Exo but, Jungkook could not focus.

“Okay, one more time.” Namjoon let out an annoyed exhale and went through the plan again, this time, with Jungkook’s full attention.

By the time the meeting was done it was nearing 2 in the morning. The only people that were left around the dining table were Jungkook, Hoseok, and Jimin.

“Do you think we’ll be okay?” Jimin muttered swirling his mug of now tasteless and cold coffee.

Hoseok let out an exasperated yawn and playfully flicked Jimin on the back of his head, “Park Jimin is nervous?”

Jungkook leaned his head against his arm and let his eyes flutter close while his mind went to a place where he found the most comfort yet the most chaos: her.

“Are you going to bring your sister to our place again for safety?” Jimin asked and though his eyes were close, Jungkook was on full alert at the mention of her.

“I’m not sure,” Hoseok said, “she’s kind of seeing someone right now so I hope he can protect her-I mean, he will never do it as well as I can but still.”

And Jungkook’s eyes snapped open. He couldn’t explain the feeling in his chest with the knowledge of her being with someone else. It was like this tightness that he could physically feel in his lungs followed by this dull ache that would pulsate every few seconds or so.

“Do you know who it is? Shouldn’t you be protective and shit considering our situation?” Jimin asked leaning his head back in thought.

Hoseok shrugged, “I trust her enough. She said she’s going on a date with him tomorrow somewhere downtown and I just don’t feel the need to keep an eye on her.”

Again, Jungkook was usually a person who thought before he took action and never said or did anything rash or out of haste but he couldn’t hold his tongue this time and words just came out of his mouth like vomit.

“I’ll do it,” Jungkook cleared his throat, “I’ll go take a look at who she’s seeing tomorrow for you.” _____________________________________________________________________

She sat across from Kai and took in his physical features. Anyone would be blind to think that Kai wasn’t good looking with his perfectly gelled hair, plump lips and flirtatious eyes but, she couldn’t feel anything past physical attraction towards him.

“Don’t even try to pay for the bill this time or you’re going to get it.” Kai said not looking up from his menu.

She laughed and shook her head, “Is that suppose to scare me? What could you possibly do?” she missed the mischievous glint in his eyes before he replied, “You’d be surprised.”

It was quite a coincidence how she and Kai met. He bumped into her while she was on her way to work and after a few minutes into her shift, Kai walked in. She remembered how flustered he looked when he recognized her as the girl he slammed into on the sidewalk earlier.

“It’s so crazy that you chose this restaurant because this is my brother’s like favourite place to eat with his friends.” She said smiling to herself.

Hoseok loved this little joint and would always shout the name of this restaurant out loud every time someone asked where to eat. Unbeknownst to her, Kai knew a lot of things about Hoseok already, including his favourite place to eat. Kai knew each face in Hoseok’s gang and every innocent question he asked her regarding Hoseok was him trying to gain more vital information for his own gang. “Oh really? You and I are just full of coincidences huh?” Kai grinned.

She wished she could say she felt butterflies whenever Kai looked her way but, she felt absolutely nothing. Sometimes to make these dates more bearable, she would pretend that Kai was Jungkook and it would work but only for a little bit until reality would set in.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if your brother and I lived in the same neighborhood! Just to test my theory, which area does he live in?” Kai asked feigning innocence.

“I feel like you’re more interested in my brother than you are in me.” She teased and Kai forced a smile.

It took everything in Jungkook’s body to not put Kai in a chokehold. Jungkook was sitting by himself only a few tables away from her and as much as he wanted to make himself known, he knew it wouldn’t be a smart move. Complete shock was soon replaced with anger after the realization that the guy she was seeing was no other than Kai. She didn’t deserve this and if she was going to move on, he wanted her to fall for someone genuine and good. Jungkook was going to make sure Kai ended up dead if he even touched a strand of her hair without her permission.

As the evening went on, she remained oblivious to Kai’s true intentions whenever he asked her about her family or about Hoseok. To say she didn’t have a good time was a lie but to say that she wanted something more from Kai was definitely far from the truth. She didn’t feel a single thing whenever he smiled or brushed his hand against hers. Whenever he talked, she found herself zoning out and thinking about Jungkook and how much she wanted him to be sitting in front of her instead. She felt guilty for feeling relieved that they were calling it a night while only a few feet away from her, Jungkook was jumping for joy seeing the two of them finally wrap up their sad dinner date. The napkin provided to him for his meal had been ripped to shreds and the tablecloth would end up in the same state if the two of them didn’t leave anytime soon. Jungkook tipped his cap a little lower as he followed them silently out of the restaurant.

“Thanks for dinner.” He heard her say.

Her voice came out small indicating that she was shy and Jungkook felt the corners of his mouth rise up only to scowl again when Kai began speaking.

“Anytime! I hope it’s not too forward but I’d love to grab dinner with you again soon.” Kai lied.

Jungkook shoved his hands into his pocket and clenched his fists.

“Yeah sure, I’d like that too.” she replied.

“Let me take you home, it’s not safe to be alone at this time.” Kai said and alarm bells immediately began ringing in Jungkook’s head.

Kai possessing the knowledge of where she lived was extremely dangerous and for the second time he acted without thinking about consequences.

“I think being alone with you is more dangerous.” Jungkook finally spoke up.

She felt a hand wrap around her wrist and jumped at the initial contact. She was surprised with Jungkook’s sudden appearance and those butterflies that she so desperately wanted to feel with Kai emerged.

“Who are you and would you mind letting her go?” Kai demanded through clenched teeth knowing exactly who Jungkook was.

He wasn’t expecting a member of his rival gang to show up out of nowhere but, he was quick to put the pieces together. She was Hoseok’s little sister and Jungkook was part of Hoseok’s gang meaning that Jungkook was either sent here to protect her or to spy on Kai.

“Cut the shit Kim Jongin,” the shock from Kai’s face after his real name was revealed left Jungkook feeling so satisfied, “I’ll be taking her home instead.”

His heart stung seeing how confused and scared she was sandwiched between them. He wished so badly that she wouldn’t be afraid because he was protecting her.

“I don’t know how you know me but we’re going now so you need to leave before I call the cops.” Kai continued to feign ignorance before harshly pulling her to his side emitting a small yelp from her.

The next few seconds happened so quick that it left her breathless. One second she was standing beside Kai and the next, she was being shielded by Jungkook’s frame while Kai was on the ground. Everyone standing on the sidewalk gasped at the sudden outburst and she remained frozen in her spot.

“If you ever fucking touch her again, I’ll be sure that you won’t live to see another day.” Jungkook stated while digging his nails deeper into Kai’s throat.

The sight of her being in pain even for a nanosecond sent Jungkook into a rage because like he promised to himself: If Kai even touched a strand of her hair without her permission he’d have hell to pay.

“You sure you want to do this?” Kai struggled to speak with Jungkook’s hand around his throat and his face pressed against the concrete.

Jungkook knew that he was talking about the settlement that was soon to happen between both gangs and he was going to get an earful from Namjoon after he finds out what happened.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything else.” Jungkook pressed Kai’s face harder onto the ground until he felt her small trembling hands against his back.

“J-Jungkook please.”

His heart cracked along with her voice. He gave Kai one last shove before intertwining his fingers with hers and leading her to his car. He tried his best to shield her from the judging eyes of passerby’s wanting nothing more but to wrap her in his arms and protect her from every single thing in the world. He opened the passenger door for her and inhaled sharply to brace himself for what’s to come of his actions.

Her hands were balled up on her lap and she struggled to keep her emotions in check. What happened just minutes ago was still processing in her head and she didn’t know whether or not she wanted to scream at Jungkook or cry. Jungkook was just as silent beside her resting his hands on the driving wheel counting every car in the parking lot to distract himself.

“What the hell were you thinking?” she finally said letting out a long breath as well.

Her entire body was still shaking and the image of Jungkook slamming Kai to the ground still fresh in her mind was not helping.

“I could ask you the same.” He replied in a monotone voice.

“What do you mean Jungkook? I was on a date with a nice guy like a normal human being before you came out of nowhere and went fucking insane!” she snapped not wanting to play his games anymore.

“You know if you’re going to move on at least do it right.” He chuckled.

His laugh didn’t quite reach his eyes and she threw her head back against the headrest before biting her bottom lip in order to keep from screaming. She had no idea what Jungkook was talking about or where this was suddenly coming from and it was only getting more and more frustrating by the minute.

“I am doing it right Jungkook,” she replied, “Kai is great. He’s majoring in film, he has a part time job, he treats me well, he pays for dinner and he makes me laugh.” She felt her irritation grow even more when she heard him laugh again.

“He said he’s majoring in film? What a fucking joke.” Jungkook shook his head.

The day Kai went to university and actually majored in something was the day that Jungkook learned how to run on water.

“You don’t even know him!” she cried finally reaching her limit.

“But I do! I know him so fucking well because we’re fucking setting a deal with them next week. Those duffel bags in Hoseok’s car? Illegal weapons and money for them!” he argued and she fell silent.

The wheels started turning in her head and the memory of Kai pestering her about Hoseok and his friends finally clicked. Feeling completely pathetic, she sank into her seat and bit the insides of her cheek. Jungkook watched closely as she hugged herself. She was probably beating herself up for not seeing the red flags and it was killing him. She didn’t deserve this kind of torment.

“Have you moved on?” he asked surprised at how quiet his voice was now.

She turned her head towards him and look up at him with round eyes, “What?” “Have you really moved on?” he suddenly felt vulnerable and self conscious. “You can’t do that,” She replied after a considerable amount of time, “you’ve rejected me multiple times for a year and now you’re suddenly taken back that I want to move on? Just because you can’t handle rejection yourself doesn’t mean-“

“Oh I can handle rejection, you know what I’ve been through.” Jungkook interrupted, his hard voice making her feel smaller than she already was, “what I can’t handle is you being with someone who can’t give you what you deserve. I can’t give you what you fucking deserve and I probably will never be able to. You deserve to live life without needing to look behind your shoulders all the time or staying up late worrying about whether or not I’ve been killed. I don’t want to worry about you being killed.” And for the first time in a while, it felt so damn good to speak without thinking-so he kept going. “Do you think it’s easy to brush off all your advances especially when you’re so damn adorable when you try to get my attention? You think I like it when you look disappointed after I ignore you? And honestly as selfish as it sounds, I never wanted you to stop trying. So I’m going to ask you one more time, have you moved on?”

All the anger and frustration she felt earlier disappeared the moment she saw his eyes turn from hard and unreadable to scared and worried. He kept scanning her face from left to right just trying to get a read on her and as upset as she was, her heart yearned for him probably more now than ever before.

“No. But I’m still really confused and mad that you kept this front for a year after my feelings for you were obvious.” She muttered not confident in her ability to carry out her voice.

She felt her heart thump against her ribcage when he bought a hand to the back of her head and pull her closer towards him.

“I just needed to know that you haven’t moved on yet.” Jungkook smiled softly and placed his other hand on her cheek.

He stroked his thumb against her soft skin and soaked in all the beauty that made up her existence. Finally being this close to her gave him the chance to really appreciate how long her eyelashes were, how pink her lips were, and how utterly precious she looked blushing. Not wanting to let the opportunity slide, she rested her head against Jungkook’s chest and was surprised to hear how quick his heartbeat was. He planted his lips on the crown of her head and sighed at how blissful he felt.

“I can’t promise you that I’ll be able to text you back right away or be at your doorstep whenever you call. I can’t be the traditional boyfriend who spends Saturday’s watching movies or baking with you but I promise that I’ll protect you with my life and I’m going to make up for being a dick to you for an entire year so could you please give me a second chance?”

She smiled against his chest because she had forgiven him awhile ago. “Will you at least watch movies and bake cookies with me on Sunday then?” she asked swooned when his chest rumbled with laughter. “I’ll try my best for you.” He promised.

***Sorry this isn’t my best work but I really wanted to push this out.

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