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itsstrange · 3 years

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Coffee Run & Green Eyes

Series: Spark Between Us

Relationship: Jensen Ackles x Skyline McNoir (OFC)

A/N: Hey everyone! I know it’s been a long time and I apologize for those waiting for more stories, but if you follow me on IG then you would know that this last week I was struck with a stomach flu which caused me to not have enough energy for various things. Luckily, I’ve recovered and feel much better. I also want to apologize to those who have requested me some stories, don’t worry I have Not forgotten about you! Just been dealing with some things!

But!! To not keep you guys in the dark I decided to post a Series I wrote for Ao3 on here, just to give y’all something to read meanwhile I work on some other works for y’all!! Hope y’all enjoy it!

Another thing, we have hit 105 followers y’all!!!! Thank you so much for all the love y’all continue in giving me!! I appreciate it so much!! 🥲💚

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Summary: Skyline McNoir tags along with a few friends who are attending a convention of some show she’s never watched. Little did she know, she would fall head over heels for the lead actor.

Word Count: 2.4 K

Warnings: Will contain Fluff, public sex, alcohol consumption, public fingering, just pure NSFW for all you Jensen fans out there 😊

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The blasting chorus of Follow Me Now by Jason Gleed, wakes Skyline up. Her Hazel eyes glare straight ahead at the coconut cream wall for a few seconds before bringing the cover above her head, trying to muffled the music. Which didn’t help. At all. Then to make the morning less fun, her bed begins to shake violently by her best friend who’s jumping up down awhile singing at the top of her lungs. Skyline groans into the covers and tries to bury herself deeper into the warmth, but before she can even hide, the covers are being shoved off her form. A shiver runs throughout her body from the coldness in the room.

“C’mon Sky! Today’s the day!” Erin yells as she hovers above,

Skyline groans once again, eyes closed shut when it’s far too bright in the room “Five more minutes,”

“No come on,” Erin says, slightly pushing Sky’s body with her foot, “Tiffany and Laila are already downstairs grabbing breakfast,”

Still not moving, Erin shoves her body once again with her foot, when that didn’t do the trick an evil smirk spreads on her face. Grabbing an unused pillow, she raises it above her head before roughly slamming it against Sky’s head, causing her to jerk upright. With sleep still in her eyes, Sky is only able to squint at her best friend.

“Erin! What the fu-,” Her words were cut off when a large pillow smacks her in the face,

Erin chuckles at her, ignoring the death stare as she hops off her bed, “Chop chop.. we got a busy day today!”

With a roll of her eyes and a loud groan, Sky rolls off the comforter and towards the bathroom. After taking care of her regular morning routines, she hops in the shower. Erin’s music still blasted through the speakers, as Sky took a quick shower and she honestly hoped none of their neighbors complained about their disturbance, she knew she would have if she was trying to get a few more hours of shut eye.

That’s all she ever really wanted at the moment, sleep. After months of studying, exams, piles upon piles of work, and busting all nighters she was finally in winter break. The feeling of being able to come home for the holidays and spending those days with her family sounded amazing and relaxing. However, after the second day of being home, she gets a call from Erin. Mentioning something about having another extra ticket for a convention to meet the cast of some show she’s never watched. She kindly declined the offer, wanting to spend her days off with her family sounded like a much better idea than meeting unknown actors. However, Sky often forgets Erin is not the type to take no for an answer and demanded her to hand the phone over to her mother.

Thinking her mother would defend her and find a way to convince Erin to try and find someone else to take to the convention, Sky hands the phone over to her mother. You can only imagine who won that argument.

Once out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her body, Sky heads out the bathroom and towards her duffel bag. In the winter season of Austin, Texas, she decides on a plain long sleeve, black jeans, grey hoodie, black boots on her feet with a leather jacket on top. Once her hair is made and adds a couple splashes of makeup on her face, she grabs her phone and book from the small counter as she follows Erin out the room. After a few minutes later, they finally arrive in the breakfast buffet where Tiffany and Laila are already stuffing themselves with waffles and eggs. With a yawn, Sky makes her way over to the buffet with Erin right behind her. Once they both get their plates and sit down on the table, they dig in before getting on with their day.

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8:45 am

“Oh my god!! I just hugged Speight!!” The sound of Laila coming around the corner interrupts Sky from her book,

The sight of Laila bouncing up and down on her feet with a wide grin makes a small chuckle escape from Skyline. As her friends beamed over this Speight guy, Sky returns her focus down on her book. Not really paying much attention at their excitement, but still having a smile on her lips as she reads the next chapter in her book. Even if she’s not having the same excitement as her friends, she is still having fun with them. Being around them in general for whatever reason always brightens her day. No matter how rough of a day she’s seems to be having, her girls always know just how to distract her and make her have fun.

“Ohh it’s almost time for Osric’s panel,” Tiffany says while looking down at her phone,

No longer able to focus on her book, Sky marks her spot before getting up from the floor.

“You guys go in, I’ve got auto’s for Kim at nine,”

It’s barely nine in the morning? Jesus. Sky thinks to herself, the day has felt extremely long she could have sworn it was already noon.

“Okay, let’s go Sky,” Laila motions her head to the side for her to follow,

“If you guys want me to continue tagging along, I’m gonna need an espresso,” Sky states, feeling yet another yawn creeping up her throat,

Her friends chuckle at her but agreed with her idea. They wouldn’t want her dragging her feet all over the convention, besides, coffee did sound like a great idea. Once writing down their preferred drinks in her notes, Sky leaves through the doors, down the steps and towards a coffee shop not too far away. It was only a couple blocks away, she should make it back in no time. Hugging her jacket closer to her body when the wind picks up, Sky quickens her movements to avoid its freezing weather but careful to not slip on the wet pavement. The last thing she needs is to fall flat on her ass, better yet get a concussion or go back home with a broken wrist.

Boy would her mom faint if she saw her daughter in a cast. Will most likely give her a lecture on why it’s important not to be on the phone during the most worst seasons. ‘If you weren’t on the phone this wouldn’t have happened Skyline’. Yep. She can definitely hear her ranting.

After a few blocks in the harsh winds, Skyline is finally reaching the small little coffee joint. Just as she reaches for the handle of the door, another, large, hand reaches at the same time. Thick fingers slightly touching her own, making her pull back with an apology.

“No it’s fine go ahead,” A deep voice says beside her, letting a shiver run down her body,

Most likely from the weather, what else would it be?

She looks up at the man. Dark beard, shades on his face, black hat on his head, with a black T-Shirt underneath a checkered navy flannel and black Levi’s jacket. Even under the dark shades she can tell he was good looking, handsome in fact.

“No you can go ahead,” Sky smiles at the man, stepping aside for him to enter,

He only shakes his head, gripping the door handle as he opens it for her, “Please I insist, my mom would throw a fit if she finds out I didn’t show my manners,”

Sky chuckles at him, “Well we wouldn’t want that now,”

The man chuckles back, smile forming on his lips. Man did that smile just make her stomach flip.

“No, we really wouldn’t,” Chuckling once more at him she accepts the offer with a thanks before entering the coffee shop,

As she walks inside, the change of temperature immediately hits her cold cheeks. Almost as if a heating furnace was suddenly shoved in her face, but she wasn’t complaining, the warmth was needed. Walking further into the coffee shop, she takes a glance over her shoulder to see if the man was behind her, but only lets a smile appear when she catches the moment of him allowing an elderly couple enter before him.

That’s sweet. She thinks to herself as she walks up to the counter. Once her drinks have been ordered and paid, she heads over to a small empty table near the window. Sitting on the chair she pulls out her book and continues where she left off as she waits for her drinks. A few minutes had passed and Sky was too engrossed in her book to notice her name being called out by the barista. Eventually though, she comes back to reality when someone places her drink in front her. Looking up from her book she meets eyes with bright emerald orbs, and noticing those breathtaking eyes belong to the same man from the door.

“I’m guessing your Skyline?,” The way her name rolls off his deep voice sends a shiver down her spine,

Definitely can’t be the air this time, absolutely not.

Eyeing the cup of coffee in front of her, she lifts a eyebrow at the man, teasing him. Even if she sees her name written on the side of the cup.

“And what makes you think that?” The way his lips slightly lift causes something to flip in her stomach,

Again.

“Well.. seeing how there’s hardly folks in here,” He looks around the shop for a few seconds before landing his eyes on hers again, “and you being the only one sitting down without a coffee.. I took a guess,”

Sky hums with a smile as she takes the cup, “Nice deduction,”

He shrugs a shoulder with a smile, “This seat taken?”

Sky shakes her head as she takes careful sips from her drink. With a small smile the man pulls out the chair with his other free hand, seeing how he has a cup of his own in one hand.

“I’m Ross by the way,” The man extends a hand once seated,

With a smile Sky accepts his hand, feeling it warm and rough as it wraps around her own.

“Nice to meet you,” Still smiling she pulls away from his firm hand,

“You around from here or just passing through?” He asks, taking careful sips from his cup,

Sky softly smiles at him as she wraps her hands around her coffee, trying to warm up her fingers.

“Born and raised,” He raises a brow at the small fact,

“No kidding?”

She nods, “Yeah but I’m just home for the holidays,”

He hums with a nod, “In the army or something?”

Sky couldn’t help the chuckle that escapes from her, definitely noticing how the corner of the mans lips slightly lift as well.

“More like college. My last year,”

“Really? What’re you studying?” He asks, taking another sip, never letting his eyes drift from her Hazel ones,

But does notice how they dart down towards his mouth before quickly looking back up to his eyes. A small smirk hides behind the cup, but doesn’t hide it when he pulls it away from his face.

“Biology,” He hums once again with a sincere smile, making her stomach flip,

It was such an odd feeling, especially when it was coming directly from a man she hardly knows. But for some reason, it felt right. Their conversations switched from topic to topic, never faltering. It just felt right, as if they were long time friends catching up with each other instead of two strangers who just met. Eventually, their conversation was cut short with the barista calling out her name once again with the rest of her drinks.

Getting up from her seat she walks over to the counter where her drinks waited. As she grabbed a cup holder and begins placing her drinks in each space, Ross, settles next to her. Getting a whiff of his cologne. Leaning on the counter he had both his and her coffee in either hand, which he hands over with a smile once all coffees were safely secured in place.

“I should get going,” She smiles up at his green orbs, and only then noticing how freckles are splashed on his face,

This man was literally dashing, no doubt about it.

“Yeah same here,” He says looking down at his watch, “Need a ride?”

She shakes her head with a smile, “I’m good thanks,”

“You sure? Heard it might rain,” He continues to lean on the counter as she places her coffee in an empty slot of the holder,

“I’m sure, it’s just a few blocks from here,”

“Well it can rain from those few blocks,” He argues as he gives her a smile, not wanting to end their little moment,

Neither did she, but she had friends waiting and the moment she tells them the reason why she took a little longer than expected, they wouldn’t leave her alone until she gives them the whole shebang.

She lets a small chuckle escape her lips as she picks up the coffees, “I’ll make a run for it,”

He softly chuckles at her comment, green eyes staring straight into her Hazel orbs that have slightly turned grey from her sweater. Definitely finding her and her eyes fascinating and beautiful.

“It was nice meeting you Ross,” She smiles at him as she walks away,

He smiles as he watches her, sending her a wave goodbye when she looks over her shoulder before walking out the door. Watching her leave didn’t feel like a loss, it felt the complete opposite actually. Why? Well for starters, he knew it wouldn’t be the last time he saw her considering she had the all too familiar Creation Entertainment wristband on her left hand. Also, he had her book inside his jacket, another reason on why he would see her again.

Both to retrieve her book and to have a reason to see her again. Don’t get him wrong, he was actually going to give it to her before she left, but the thought of holding it and having a reason to see her again sounded like great idea. He wanted to see her again, wanted to have a conversation longer than 10 minutes and just wanted to get to know her. She was different, in a good way, absolutely in a good way. The way she seemed to not know him or maybe she did but simply did not care made him feel relaxed, made him feel somewhat normal and he would give anything to feel that way again.

Even if it meant “stealing” her book to have an excuse to see her again.

PART 2

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honnybunnie · 4 years

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Mc stuck or getting caught in the rain.

Lucifer:

It was late, he spent most of the day at rad, as he was exiting rad their you were laying in the ground. He was aware of the petrichor in the air, but he hadn’t bought an umbrella to shield himself.

There was no doubt in his mind that you were going to be drenched in rain water soon. The clouds looking more heavy as the seconds passed. Lucifer was not aware that you were welcoming the rain.

Drip, drip, and suddenly a downpour. All he could do was hover over you. With eyes closed you felt droplets, and a sudden weight over you. You unfurled your eye lids, to see Lucifer on top of you. He spoke “I can’t allow to get sick, it will disturb your studies.” You were a blushing mess, “ I Was waiting for you to leave rad, so we could walk together.” There was no change in Lucifer’s stern face, he retorted, “I see shall we rush to the dorm then.” “No we can stay like this until the rain dies down,” you reply not making eye contact. Lucifer Laughed a bit, displaying a small smile, “Yes lets stay like this a while,” he muttered placing a hand on your cheek.

Mammon:

He was out on a beauty errand for Asmo, Drizzle formed in the air. Looking for some shelter he rushed under into a coffee shop. They informed him that if he wanted some shelter he’d have to buy something. Without thinking he used the money for Asmo’s errand. “Oh crap” he thought, he may face the 5th’s temper.

He sat at the window in the coffee shop. He started to play on his D.D.D. to think of his next scam. Both of you not noticing each other for a bit. You took off your hoodie, and extended your arms, letting the precipitation hit your face. Triggering Mammon to look outside at you, “Oi!,” he shouted not knowing that you couldn't hear him. As soon as he was gonna bolt the coffee shop, he felt some warmth wrap around his eyes. One of the witches that he had a pact with Uttering “Guess who?” you spotted him finally, but felt in this situation you should let him be. You don’t want to fathom the thought of what she can do to you and Mammon. Putting your hoodie on and jogging to the house. At the same time Mammon finally removing the witches hand stating to her “your hands are too warm.” You were no where no longer there. He sighed realizing he missed a chance to walk home.

(Hooray if you knew what Kdrama I was referring to)

Leviathan:

Its like hes cursed or something, though he didn’t dislike getting caught in the rain. But the one time he leave the house to get something to match his otaku self. The thought of his limited edition Ruri-Chan Ur card getting wet terrified him. He felt one drop on his cheek and retreated to a nearby park. He found shelter under one of the seating areas. It looked kinda abandoned, but he saw one person there, skipping, and spinning in the rain. ‘What a normie,’ he thought. Glaring in their direction. The rain was hitting so hard, and the Normie was still embracing the droplets as it hit their surface. It wasn’t, they stopped, that Levi realized ‘Wait that’s my Normie, they’re going to catch a cold.’ “Mc,” Levi shouted, placing the card down, and running over to them. The confidence faded when they finally were face to face. “w-w-what are you doing,” he stuttered, “I-I don’t want to have to cancel any matches or tournaments to take care of you,” he mumbled becoming increasingly drenched by the minutes.

You cupped his cheek, “I don’t think I’ve seen it in anime, but I have in Korean Dramas,” you grazed his hair with your other hand, and leaned in half way hoping he’d meet halfway too. Very reluctantly, he leaned in, finally connecting the lips together.

You indeed got a cold, none the less, he was at your side for the most part.

Satan:

You watched in horror, the sudden grey skies, and water flooding the air. You weren’t expecting it. Its difficult to know if its going to rain, the sky only illuminated black skies. Sighing at the book in hand, you returned into the building the book recited in. The bookstore, you acquired a book that Satan desired to add into his piling collection. It had been the last one, he was smart enough to always place a order before the release date. However Lucifer had placed you into the care of Satan for exams, so he lost the opportunity to do it on time.

You rested in the area, where others who were also seeking shelter were, reading their books. It seemed appropriate to do the same. Upon placing a finger on the first page, you felt a very forced tap. Responding to the touch and viewing up. Realizing the Demon in front of you now looked embarrassed, He sighed. Meeting eye level, “I’m sorry if I startled you,” he avoided eye contact, “they said the last person to buy the book had h/c hair, and was in store. I should have know it was you.” You relaxed your shoulders, retorting “then lets read it together. He nodded in agreement and sat next to you.

Asmodeus:

The pour down had been passing though for a while, thought maybe going to Majolish, skimming thought the new “fall” collection and testing out outfits would help pass the time. “Devildom doesn’t even have any season,” you snickered, “but I’m a sucker when it comes to autumn colors.” You wanted to view yourself in the bay mirrors. Taking a peek behind the curtain, there was no one in sight. So quickly you took a stance in front of the 3 sided mirror taking a quick spin.

Taking a glance on behind you though the mirror., there was a familiar pink haired demon. You didn’t want to be spotted, right now was the best time to be alone without any of the brothers.

Organizing all the scattered clothing in the dressing room, rushing the process causing you to fumble a bit. “Are any of these dressing rooms opened,” he shouted, “everyone saying except you. He placed himself in front of yours, jigging the handle. The door was neglected to be locked due to your earlier panic. The door was swung opened. Quickly covering what you could, a surprised yet amused Asmo entered the enclosed space. Eyeing you head to toe, toe to head. He hurriedly progressed into the room, and locking the door behind him. “MC, if you wanted me to see you so bad, you should have just said.”

Beelzebub:

He was out for a run being a practically hot day at devildom, he decided to run in the rain without a shirt. He definitely caught the eyes of many admirers. He passed Madam Screams, without the desire to munch out on the pastries. The smell that usually allures him, was washed with the rain.

Passing the buildings into the forest, he picked up the aroma of someone familiar. Trailing the scent, he spotted you, leaning and sleeping against a tree which. There was enough coverage for you in the rain. The sight of your damp body, lured him closer, ‘Were they okay,’ he thought. Scanning you, he was only able to spot red tint on your cheeks. “Are they sick,” he whispered, connecting the foreheads. You were warm.

He wasn’t as soaked as you, but he didn’t want you to be exposed to the precipitation again. So he positioned you next to his chest, concealing you from rain. Shielding you from the rain with his Sweater.

You woke up when the rain had transformed into drizzle, with mist. blinking you eyes, only now noticing the warmth, and figure cuddling you. “Beel?,” you questioned. He smiled setting his head on top hers, a blush running across your face. “you don’t have a fever no more,” he mumbled. Blanked stared, he laughed at the expression, dragging you close. “Lets stay like this longer,” he stated.

Belphie:

I was in the middle of my afternoon nap, repeating the words that Lucifer Scolded him for. He wasn’t interested in the task that Lucifer was about to pass down to him.

He groaned at every word, Lucifer spoke. “Belphie, stop,” Lucifer scoffed, “Look Mc is still out in the gloomy weather, Take this umbrella to her. No more complaints. GO!”

Remembering his task, he smiled a bit, only he was available. He was going to be able to share a umbrella with them. Reaching the destination, he spotted you making conversation, with Solomon who was offering to share his umbrella with you and to walk you all the way home. Belphie wasn’t having any of it, he bolted forwards, snatching your waist. You were shocked, glancing into his eyes, him glaring you down. “I’m going to take them home, after all we sometimes sleep together,” Belphie sputtered. Solomon was amused by Belphie’s sudden open affection towards you. Smirking at his jealously. Pulling you under the umbrella and laying his arm on your waist. “Mc, if you can’t nap with other men, you can’t share umbrella’s either,” he vocalized. You could only smile, and nodded in agreement.

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darkdevasofdestruction · 4 years

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Heartbreak, Jailbreak - Narciso Anasui ( Non Pucci AU)

Life in prison isn't particularly the most beautiful thing to encounter, especially if you've been framed, and unfortunately, I had to learn that the hard way.

To be fair, I don't even think one could call it "framed", since it's mostly police negligence and ignorance. They just wanted to get rid of me and this burden of a murder case faster.

But honestly, how could a 17 year old kill her family and completely destroy her seemingly perfect life?

For me, the police's logic is a complete mystery... But that's exactly how I was sentenced to 40 years in prison.

They thought that I, a prodigy student, ready to take the Medicine University entrance exam, threw it all in the garbage and gruesomely killed my parents and dog, only to then go on my merry date with my then-boyfriend, that was in reality, nothing more than a scumbag.

Well, it's not like I could really do something else, and I pleaded for having a split personality, so for the past 5 years, I've been pretending to be a very dumb, soft and innocent little girl that would never hurt a fly, which made it easy for me to gain the favour and pity of most of the guards around for being a harmless angel.

Haha, if only they knew.

At least I was allowed to read and study at my leisure, I was later given my own cell, shared with nobody else, I could perform piano and violin recitals during certin occasions or events and many other favours.

Prison life was incredibly boring, especially since all women around were incredibly aggressive and hostile, or just plain dull and uneducated and you couldn't really coverse with them.

Well, that all changed now, present time, when I met the 2 new girls, Jolyne and Hermes. Let me tell you, these girls were absolutely amazing and you could always have great conversations with them, especially with JoJo. And to think that I met her when I bribed the hairstylist not to cut their hair, and further on, when I'd give them money for random stuff they'd want to get.

Over the time, I realised that the girls also somehow managed to get Stands, but unlike mine, with which I was born, they got theirs through some way or another. And thus, began our random battle with evil as Jolyne had to fight the men who wanted her dead and framed her, mainly her boyfriend, while Hermes was there to kill the man who killed her elder sister.

We were there for each other, emotionally, morally and physically at all times. The weirdest things happening were, however, this little kid who could use some kind of ghost ability, and inside this ghost music room, a silver haired man was leaning on the piano - They said his name was Weather Report and that his Stand is named the same way.

Weird, but who am I to judge.

Emporio, the little kid, mentioned that sometimes another man would join them, but he was much less sociable and was always in a grumpy mood.

And so, here we are, present day- A beautiful day of Spring in the Dolphin whatever Prison, where the men and women were allowed to spend a few hours in the courtyard to get some fresh air...Or something.

I can only guess the guards were in a good mood or something, who really knows?

I took my sweet time getting to the courtyard as I was reading while walking, already knowing the path there, my feet dragging me there automatically, and when I looked up from the book, I saw Jolyne, Foo Fighters and Hermes playing catch...I think?

I greeted them with a soft smile, making my way to the bench, my long pastel pink dress swaying gently on the Spring breeze as flower petals were dancing around gently.

Everything was perfect, everyone was smiling and laughing- But that all changed when some girl got in front of me and snatched away my book, looked at the cover, then scrunched her nose in disgust.

"Eww, you read this shit? No wonder you're the guards's pet. And to think they all say you are actually a cold-blooded murderer or something, how lame!" she scoffed, walking away with my book. "Please give me back my book. If you want to borrow it, let me finish it first." I spoke in a soft and sort of aloof voice as I stood up, looking after her. "Why the hell would I wanna read some boring bullshit- No, actually, why are you talking back to your superiors?!" she sneered, seeing me walking towards her casually. "Y/Nick, do you want me to get rid of that bitch?" Hermes looked at the girl in disgust. "No, thank you, dear. Let's not resume to violence on such a beautiful day, it would be quite a shame." I smiled mockingly at the enemy, only to have her get in my face, screeching at me. "Shame? Like what your parents felt heaving you as your daughter? Oh, wait, I forgot! They're dead! You killed them!! Hahaha, how vile of you, Miss perfect!" she laughed tauntingly, which only made me bite my lip to stop myself from snapping and twisting her neck in a fit of rage. "Give me my book back, please." I repeated in a lower, more threatening voice, making her gasp and hitting my face with my own book. "WHO DA HELL D'YA THINK Y'RE, Y'WHORE?! You think you're so fuckin' perfect 'cause everyone loves ya or somethin'?! Well, how 'bout I steal all yo' money, ehhhh?!" she shrieked, but the only thing that made me afraid was getting some spit from her on my face. "Your loss." I sighed, rubbing my cheek, taking out my Stand and pulling her hair on fire. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO, BITCH?!PUT IT OFF! PUT IT OFF!!!" she took out a small revolver from her pants, aiming it at me, but I quickly dodged it, and proceeded in engulfing her on fire and getting my book back.

What I wasn't expecting, however, was to heard a grunt, followed by a thud and some gasps, and upon snapping my head back, I realised a pink haired man was on the ground, and the girls were gathered around him. My jaw dropped in dread realising that because of me, that man was shot, and I rushed to his side, pulling the girls away as I brushed the hair from his face.

"I'm so sorry, mister...Because of me, you got shot. Let me heal you, please." I spoke in a softer voice, taking out my Stand and using her healing water to successfully extract the bullet, then healing the wound. "Are...You an angel...?" he murmured weakly. "No, but my Stand is. Her name is Lilium and she's pleased to meet you...Although she'd prefer to have met you under less...Fatal situations." I offered him a tender smile, as Lilium's wings spread a bit more. "Y/Nick, I don't think you've met him. He is Anasui, the other guy who's around Weather in the ghost room." Jolyne patted my head, introducing us. "Oh, so you're the mysterious man I was supposed to meet! It's really nice to meet you! My name is Y/N L/N, but my friends call me Y/Nickname or other variations, so feel free to be creative." I got up, dusting my dress before offering him my hand to helping him get up. "I'm really sorry about the whole ordeal, I just hope it doesn't hurt too much anymore." I gave him an apologetic smile as he towered over me, looking down at me. "It's fine. Narciso Anasui, call me whatever you like. And uh...Thanks for the fix. You have a nice Stand." he looked at me somewhat awkwardly, unsure of how to react. "Thank you, Narci! You have beautiful hair! It looks great with Spring. If I had a camera, I'd have loved to take pictures of you in nature." I hummed in amusement as the girls started laughing at the thought. "That's the funniest shit I've heard in a while, I swear-" Hermes booming laugh echoed around the place, annoying Annasui greatly. "I don't get it, why is this little mouse around anyway? You can't tell me she actually did something bad. Why did she get put here? Didn’t smile for a minute?" he crossed his arms, looking at us with a raised eyebrow, almost as if he were interrogating us, but instead of an answer, a deafening silence fell. "Uhm...Anasui..." Jolyne tried to mutter, but instead, I raised my face up to him, smiling with a fake innocence that dripped with a paralysing poison, making him feel that the whole place was thrown into the Ice Age all of a sudden. "I massacred my family." was all I said before walking past him, my hands behind my back, gripping my slightly burnt book, letting my long crimson hair fly behind me.

So much for first impressions.

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For the following days, I stood by Jolyne’s and Hermes’ side for the majority of time, and so, I was able to understand most of what happened to them and why they are here, and more, the fact that Jolyne’s dad was going to come over and try to get her out of jail, only for her to try to get all of us out, since his influence is just that great.

What I had to do was to assist their private meeting by knocking out the unsuspecting guard that was supposed to be in the same room and negotiate, but also, tell the older man about the Stand Users and leaders of the prison...

After all, being a “Pet” in this place is rather beneficial.

The meeting went smoothly, so Hermes, FF and Jolyne were preparing their strategies, while I hurried in the Ghost Room to tell Emporio and the other the plan.

“Great, everyone’s here. So, uhm...We have a plan. To escape, I mean. And...It’s going to work. But we need everyone’s help. It won’t be easy, but if we get out of here, Jolyne’s dad promised to get us new identities and places to stay, and a chance to live a normal life from now on. So, uhm...What do you say?” I look at the 3 of them, whose eyes seemed to burn holes in my skin. “Sure.” Weather nodded nonchalantly. “Can we really get out of here? And I won’t have to go to an orphanage?” Emporio looked up at me with hopeful eyes. “Uhm...As far as I know, Jolyne mentioned something about making you her little brother or something, if you’d want that too, of course. You’re a kid, you shouldn’t have to worry about things like these. You’re going to have a normal childhood from now on. You deserve it.” I smiled warmly at him, patting his head. “That’s amazing! I can’t wait!” he hugged me tightly with his little arms. “...Narci...? What about you? You’ve been quiet all this time...Is it because I snapped at you back then? If so, then I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” I spoke in a softer voice, hoping he would answer back. “I’m not coming.” he scoffed, going to the bookshelf, taking out a book, in a way to show that he’s not interested in talking. “Wh-What?! Why?! Don’t you want to get out of this place?! You already have like...15? 20? Years in this place. You’ll get out of here at 40-50 years old, and that’s basically your whole life being lost doing nothing! Don’t you want a second chance to live and learn to be happy again?” I approached him, looking at him with a sad pout. “Don’t give me that look. You only know me from the others. I’m a bad person, why’d you care what happens to me? After all, unlike you, little liar, I am an actual murderer.” he didn’t even raise his gaze from the book to look at me. “...Because in the little time we spent together, I could feel you weren’t a bad person. You are just extremely emotionally hurt and you try to hide behind your cold wall...And...You’re the only person who was sure from the get-go that I’m not a murderer. So...You’re not as bad as you say you are...Murderer or not. I’m sure you had your reasons.” I tried to reason, as he snapped his look at me, his eyes sparkling with confusion and a myriad of mixed emotions, until he threw away the book and slammed me on the bookcase, putting his hands on both sides of my head, towering over me. “I know purity when I see it. You’re the embodiment of innocence and purity, just like your Stand. But your kindness isn’t just that, it’s an act. What are you trying to pull here? And why do you cling so much on Jolyne?” he talked in a low, threatening voice, almost as if he was a wolf ready to tear at my throat. “I can’t tell what you see so nice and kind in me...I really don’t...But even so, I...I want to help Jolyne. She is like me, but she still has a family out there that loves and waits for her. They miss her, and she misses them...But me? I have no one. I, like her, got framed for such horrible crimes...But there’s nobody to support me. Even if I get out of here, I’ll still be alone...But frankly, I was beginning to lose my mind doing the same things over and over again and pretending to be a dumb idiot with some kind of psychotic split personality.” I tried to say, as my breath was taken away from the sudden closeness, blushing at the embarrassment and the anxiety I felt, as I wasn’t used to people being in my personal bubble. “Hmmm....Fine. I’ll help, but on one condition. If you agree, then you can do what you want with me and my power. What do you say? I could be asking anything...Are you really going to do anything to make sure Jolyne gets out of here? That all of us get out of here and have that stupid happy end you see in those Disney movies?” he was so dangerously close to me that I could feel his breath, as his long hot pink hair was brushing against my cheeks. “...What is your condition, Narci?” I bit my lip, trying to stay composed and breath again. “Marry me when we get out of here.” he smirked, making both myself and the kid gasp in shock. “H-Hey, Anasui, you’ll really help?!” Emporio looked at him with his jaw hanging wide open, but all I could do was stare at the magenta-eyed man, as my head was swimming with a hundred thousand of thoughts. “...M-Marry...M-Me...?! Wh-Why would you...?! Me?! O-Of all people?...I-I-I thought you liked Jolyne, she’s much better than me...A-And...I-I j-just...Me?! Why’d anyone want to date me, let alone marry me?...Are you making fun of me, Narciso Anasui, because if you are, it’s not nice messing like that with people’s hearts!” I tried to yell at him, but no matter how I tried to make my voice firm, it was trembling, making it obvious that I was trying my hardest not to cry. “If I wanted to mess with you, I’d have told you to let me fuck you. Yes, Y/N, I know, I look like a very harsh and cold man...I am a murderer, after all...But your conviction to help us get out, your gold heart...They touched me. But I’ll be very clear, I won’t help Jolyne to get us out of here, I’ll help you get a better life. I’m doing this for you, not for anyone else.” he explained strictly, as I could only clutch my shirt where my heart was, trying to regain my composure. “Can you also promise me something...” I whispered, putting my other hand on his neck, to get closer to him. “What is it?” he asked, skeptically. “...Promise me...You won’t play with my feelings...And break my heart...? I don’t think I can handle it again...I don’t know what I’ll do if...” I whispered in his ear, not able to finish my sentence, as he wrapped his arms around me, kissing the top of my head. “I killed my girlfriend for cheating on me and breaking my heart...I couldn’t possibly put you through what I’ve been through.” he muttered back, burying his face in my hair. “Thank you...” was my last, very broken whisper, as I hurried out of there to tell Jolyne that we have full support from everyone.

---

For the rest of the week, the rest of us would meet up outside, in the courtyard, discussing what each of us has to do, all while Anasui kept me by his side or in his gaze range at all times, looking after me like a hawk, his excuse being that he didn’t want me to get hurt or something.

Getting this much attention was sure...Weird.

But as long as we get out of here...

And the worst thing was that...

His embraces were so fucking warm that I lost myself in them.

Because Anasui’s Stand was the strongest, while mine was the most versatile and could heal, it was decided that we would be the ones on the watchout and make sure everyone got out safely before us, which meant that we were in the most trouble...But as he assured me, he would protect me with his life...So, okay?

The big day came by sooner than expected, and the first to go were Jolyne and Hermes, to scout ahead and make sure no harm comes to Emporio, who’d be guarded by Foo and Weather, and then us, in the back, guarding the rear.

As I told them, the master of this prison, who was a Stand User, was going to come after us without a doubt, but what nobody was aware of was the Stand’s power, so we have to be constantly on alert, otherwise...Who knows what would happen.

“Narci...?” I asked in a hushed voice, afraid to attract attention to our hiding spot. “What is it?” he grunted slightly. “What’s the first thing you want to do when you get out of here?” I looked at him timidly. “Dunno...I think I’ll kiss you.” he spoke to nonchalantly that it sent shivers down my spine. “Y-You can do that here too. I mean, like...When you’re free.” I pressed on, hoping to hear something more humane. “Then, I’ll get a job, get paid, and take you out on a proper date.” he smirked softly, watching my face turn red. “...You shouldn’t be so obsessed with me. You should think of yourself too. I-I really don’t get why you think I’m so great anyway. I mean, I got pity-dated before. A-And I got trophy-dated. And someone lied and covered his obsessive carnal needs under the pretext of loving me. So, uhm...I dunno...But if 3 people decided I’m that of a girlfriend...Maybe there must be some truth behind it. You should settle for someone like me.” I looked away from, feeling my heart ache like never before. “And you’re telling me that I deserved getting cheated on?” he asked in a mocking tone, making me jolt in my place and retort rather vehemently. “No, of course not! Nobody deserves something as cruel as that! Especially not you!” I refuted his statement, which only made him chuckle. “Then why would an angel like you deserve any less? Honestly, you got those fuckers get to your head and you lost all sense of self-worth. You see...I have this...Thing. For showing people important to me that they are special. And there you have your answer.” he stroked my hair gently, making me calm down a bit.

We stood in that comforting silence for a little longer, until we decided that we waited long enough, and we should move out... However, that was the perfect opportunity to get attacked by the enemy Stand User, as it got me by the throat, as I could only dangle my legs in mid air, trying to gasp for air, before darkness took over me and I felt myself hitting the ground.

---

When I woke up, however, I found myself in some kind of abandoned warehouse, where I hugged my knees tightly to myself, looking around, trying to see everything around that was illuminated by the dim, flickering lights.

I was alone.

And I was much too scared to move from the corner in which I was huddled in.

What was I supposed to do...? I’m all alone. And I’m scared. Is this the work of an Enemy Stand User? Is this the work of the master of the Prison? Either way, I have no idea what to do.

This is the definition of “I’m screwed”.

As I tried to stop myself from crying, the door opened, and in front of me, with a huge, sadistic smirk, stood one my my exes, the one who still terrorizes my nightmares and who still keeps all my insecurities ablaze.

Wait, no...I’m wrong...

It’s not just one person...It’s all 3 of them, mashed together.

This can’t be...This is not normal, even for Stand powers...So what the hell...?

Wait...Did I just say...Nightmare?

Could this be a Nightmare? Could the Enemy Stand’s power be based on people’s worst fears?

Does that mean that Narciso is also witnessing and trying to fight his fears?

Oh goodness, if that’s true...I have to get out of here and help him...

I have to...I must...But why can’t I move my legs...? And why am I shaking like this? Is this also the work of the Stand?

Oh, no, silly me, this feeling is all too familiar to me...It’s fear. It’s helplessness.

I already know what’s gonna happen to me is inevitable...It already happened so many times times before...

He would pin me down, I would protest and try to fight back, and yet....

I didn’t realise how hard I was spiraling, until I heard a familiar voice, screaming out in despair...Almost like a wail...

That voice...It was Narciso.

I didn’t realise when I bolted to my feet, my Stand setting the monstrosity of my combined exes on fire, for the Divine Retribution, and I ran through the door, trying to follow his voice, only to find him on the ground, bloody, a version of myself and another woman, dressed both in skimpy clothes, standing over him with knives in their hands, wearing the same kind of sadistic grins as the horror in the other room.

The fire of rage ignited so hard in my heart that I set them both on fire, not even caring about my mirror image, and wrestling the knife out of their hands, I started stabbing them...

I was being blinded by anger...I never felt something like this in my life...It was absolutely terrifying...

But I had to save Narciso...And without him awake and safe, neither of us could get out of here.

I used my Stand’s Divine Redemption to start healing him up, but I couldn’t focus too much on that, as from the room in front of me, huge zombie-like abominations carrying chainsaws seemed to blindly approach our room.

I cursed myself for playing too much The Evil Within and Resident Evil, and I started dragging the semi-conscious man out of that room, using the 3rd door, only to find myself in a large room that had 2 ropes hanging from the wooden, most likely rotten beams above.

The only thing I could do was climb on the first rope while Lilium used the bottom part of it to make a swing-like knot, so I could sit, while I would use my arms to coil around the rope and drag myself up, along with Anasui on my lap, as closer to the top as possible, to avoid getting attacked, while Lilium would fight them, as much as she could, despite not being a powerful attack type, and my mental strength wavering from all the physical strength I was overusing.

“Narci...Narci, dear, please wake up...I don’t know how long I can keep this up...My arms are hurting so much...The rope is digging into my arms, making me bleed...And you’re so heavy...” I pleaded for him to wake up, seeing as one of the zombies got directly under us and used the chainsaw to cut at my thighs, making me scream in agony and force myself to climb further and further.

Lilium couldn’t take it...I couldn’t take it either...I was feeling my body beginning to lose all its strength...I was going to fall...

“Fuck...Did I make you cry, Y/Nick? Gosh, I’m such a failure as a man...And as your future husband. I will never forgive myself for making you protect me...When I should be to one to protect you.” he growled in anger and disappointment as he jumped off and started killing all of them with such ease, that it was almost with grace.

I finally felt myself beginning to calm down, the adrenaline rapidly disappearing, and I let go of the ropes, falling to the ground like a ragged doll, thanking every deity existent that we were both okay.

When he finished taking care of the enemies, he returned to me and falling to his knees, pulled me in a tight embrace.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I fucked up. I don’t deserve to be your husband. I was weak, I couldn’t protect you when you needed me the most...I should have been there to save you, not the other way around...And because of me, you got hurt.” he growled, obviously hating himself for something like that. “Narci...Please don’t say that. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have been able to escape my own room...And now, it was you who saved us, not me. You were the one to give me strength, so please, don’t be upset.” I threw my arms around his neck, cradling him. “I really don’t deserve an angel like you...” he muttered, which only made me scoff and pull him in a deep kiss, which made him widen his eyes in utmost shock. “You’re my husband, I won’t allow you to pull yourself down like that. You promised to stay by my side from now on, so do that! I need you NOW and I need you FOREVER, so don’t you dare go back on your promise, do you hear me, Narciso Anasui?!” I shook him by the shoulders lightly, as he could only nod, still in shock. “Let’s get out of here. We’re going home.” he said in a firm voice, picking me up bridal style, as we started looking for the way out.

The way out was actually killing all the monsters, which was much like a symbolism to killing our own nightmares and traumas, and in a way, it felt empowering to finally have someone by my side to help me go through the darker periods of my life.

And together, we succeeded, and found ourselves back to our hiding spot, with the master of the prison laying down in a pool of his own blood, dead.

Smiling at each other in accomplishment, we held hands, intertwining our fingers together, and ran the hell outta there to the meeting spot, where everyone was waiting for us a bit impatiently, but it all worked out, and we were taken away by the Speedwagon Foundation.

Jolyne and Emporio went to live with her family, Foo, Hermes and Weather got a house close by, while I and Anasui were lucky to get our own place, since we were ‘married’. To top it off, SPW provided us with jobs and the possibility to get any kind of degree we wanted, so of course, with my Stand ability, I chose Medicine, while Anasui chose something to his own strengths, so he chose Engineering, and thankfully enough, both jobs were rather profitable, so we could afford to pay back everything in a short time period.

Days, weeks, months passed, and living together with Anasui proved to be as natural as breathing, and our routine was making us forget about all the troubles we encountered during our lives.

Night time, however, proved to be much cruel, as nightmares were still plaguing us, playing on our insecurities, trying to weaken us...And I was already weak.

“It’s alright, darling, don’t worry, it was just a nightmare. I’m here now, calm down, it already passed.” Anasui pulled me in his arms, showering me with kisses all over my face, playing with my hair, the lights on to shoo away the nightmares. “Don’t leave me, Narci. Please don’t leave me. I’m so scared...I don’t think I could stay by myself. I love you, please don’t leave me.” I clinged to him, crying, not able to calm myself down. “I love you, Y/Nick. You are my wife, how could I leave you? I promised you, I would stay by your side for the rest of my life...Ah...Okay, fine, I was going to keep this until your birthday, but...” getting up from the bed, he went to the wardrobe and pulled out a little pink satin box, and got in front of me, kneeling, and looking at me with a tender expression. “I guess choosing the right time is better, especially if this will reassure you that I will never leave you, or cheat on you...Or anything. You have no idea of the effect you have on me...That you’ve always had, since we met that day. I need you more than you need me. I cling on the kindness and light that you show me, more than flowers lean towards the Sun and moths go towards the light. I love you, Y/N, and if you ever doubt it, I will be here to remind you that you are the most important being in my life and I will treasure you forever. Will you officially be my wife?” he confessed, a soft smile on his face, as I couldn’t stop myself from crying harder, nodding vigorously. “O-Of course! There’s nothing else that I’d want more than to spend the rest of my life together with you...I love you so much, Narci...I will never understand why you can hold so much love for me...But I’m the luckiest girl in the world. I don’t deserve you, but...But now you are my husband...And I’m so happy...I’m so happy, I don’t even have the words to express it...” I hid my face with my hands, to try to stop myself from blushing, but it was in vain.

Chuckling, Anasui got back on the bed, putting the ring on my finger and pulling me into another embrace, wiping my tears and kissing me passionately, then cuddled again, holding tightly to each other.

“I love you endlessly, Y/N.”

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Winter Shenanigans

oneshot. bangchan x reader

genre: romance, fluff, roommate!au, college!au, friends to lovers!au nonIdol!bangchan

words: 8.3k

warning(s): some swearing, I guess

(Anyways~~~ it's my first longest oneshot using a first-person pov. I feel like I want to write this using it. I hope you enjoy it! Luvlots!)

Winter is the worst season for me. Reason? It's cold and melancholic. That's it. I never knew why people loved the winter the most. Ever since I was a kid, I never liked the idea of playing with friends on snowy roads, throwing snowballs here and there. I don't like the coldness of winter that brings me. And what made it worse? My ex-boyfriend dumped me on a cold, winter night. Fuck him and his shitty reasons.

Anyways, I've already moved on. I'm now happily living with my roommate slash best friend, Alexa. Same college sophomores and majors. We're both majoring in Psychology. My parents decided to let me become independent. I'm thankful that I have loving and supportive parents. We both live in a cozy apartment near our school. And that all makes it easy. I just need to think about my college life and our monthly rental pay. Simple, but full of pressure but I still enjoy it because I have my best friend with me. But still, I hate winter.

"Uhm y/n, can I talk to you?" Coming out from her room, Alexa called me softly as if she was hesitating to tell me what she wants to say.

"Hmm, what is it, Lexie?" I tapped the space between the sofa.

"You know about my mother right?" She carefully asked

"Uhm, of course. Why? Is she doing well?" I asked with a bright face. Her mother is ill. She's now bedridden but I hope that she's doing well.

"Unfortunately, no." She said and lowered her head.

"O-oh. Sorry about that. What are you gonna do?" I slowly caress her back.

"Uhm, I am planning to skip the next semester as I need to go back to Gyeonggi-do. It's hard for me. But it's my mother. I can do anything if it's her." She said. I froze, shocked at her confession. But my face softens as I understand her situation.

"Uhm. Are you going to stay there for good?"

"Maybe yes, maybe no. I'm not sure. But sorry to tell you, y/n. I think you need to find a new roommate. I'm really sorry. You can't pay the rent alone so I suggest if you look for another roommate. I'm sorry if I have to leave you. My bad, winter's coming, and here I am, leaving you alone." She said and half-smiled at me. She knows that I really hate winters, especially alone.

I smiled at her to let her know that it's okay.

"No Lexie, don't be sorry. Don't worry about me. How can I be mad at you if it's important to you? Don't mind me. I'm okay. I can find a roommate. But I'll miss you. I'll miss your rants, your screams, our drunk nights after exams. I'll miss hanging out with you. Just be good, and I'll pray for your mother's recovery." Alexa can't help but cry at me. I just hugged her tightly and shush her.

"Thank you, really, y/n. I don't know what will I do without you. I'll miss you too, idiot. Don't worry, there's facetime, and DMs yah know. We can update each other." She said while sniffing her cries. I'll miss my only college best friend. But still sad because I have to endure the incoming winter season. I need to find a roommate soon.

After cleaning the whole day. I decided to contact my new roommate.

Two weeks since Alexa left and within that period, I can't still find a roommate. I even asked the good landlord to help me find one. She gladly accepts it and now she's in front of me, delivering me the good news.

"So here it goes, y/n. I found you a new roommate." She gladly told me.

"Really? Thank you very much! Don't worry, I'll pay you tomorrow for the rent next month." I said.

"Oh no, darling. Don't mind it. He already paid your rent for the next month." She said. Wait, what?? HE??! As in a male? A boy? A man??

"Wait a minute, he, you mean-" she laughed at my shocked reaction.

"Yes, darling, it's a guy. Isn't he so sweet? By the way, he also goes to your school. And he's so handsome. Bet you'll have your eyes out when you see his gorgeous face." She said describing the guy as if he was some lost God who fell on Earth.

"Uh, really? I'm glad to know that we attend the same school. Anyway, when will he move? So I can clean at least the apartment." I asked as I take a look at the apartment. It isn't that dirty because I am a tidy person and so as Alexa, but I feel like it's kinda embarrassing if I didn't clean at least a little bit. Seems like I want to leave a good impression on my new roommate.

"He said he can move anytime if the apartment is ready. Here. Here's his contact. You can message him if the apartments ready." She handed me a card that has a contact number in it.

"Thank you for this," I said and accept the card she handed.

"I need to go. You can call me if you have any concerns. Have fun y/n, with your new roommate." She said and gave a playful wink at me. I just chuckled at her playfulness. Maybe I need to get ready.

I smiled as I send the message. Winter is now starting so I made myself a cup of hot tea. Winter sucks really. Fuck this cold weather. But I wonder why it doesn't feel like melancholic as I said it was? Maybe because of my new roommate? Is it because the landlord told me that he's handsome? Or maybe I'm excited because I got to have a new friend and luckily also attending my school? Who knows?

to: new roommate [22:47]

hello! This is y/n. your new roommate at Yellow Wood Apartment. I am glad to tell you that the apartment's ready. You can move tomorrow. Excited to meet you!

Winter season means there's a possibility of having no classes because of the weather. And that's what I'm facing today. I'm sitting on the couch with my lonely ass and cold feet. As I scroll on my phone, I can't see anything different but people posting their lives every winter, playing outside, enjoying the coldness of the weather. Ugh. Winter shit. I just played some music on my phone as I cook some ramen for myself. This is the only thing that makes me sane every winter. Calm music and ramen.

As I gave myself a hearty meal, the doorbell rang making me shift from where I sit. Maybe it's my new roommate. I fixed myself first in the mirror to make myself at least presentable even if I look like shit.

"Coming!" I shouted as I stumble on my way to the door. I gladly open it and froze in front of a god. Oh no, is he really my new roommate? Is this man sent from above my new roommate?

"Uhm, hi! Y/n right?" The man in front of me snapped me back in reality. I shook my head as he spoke.

"Oh yeah, h-hi .." I said shyly. Oh shit calm your ass down bitch. I look like I'm whipped for this man even though we only met for the first time.

"It's Bang Chan, but you can call me Chan, Chris, Christopher, or baby if you like?" He gave me a suggestive wink. Just what the actual fuck? Is he okay? How can he be this confident in front of me??! He just laughed at my shocked reaction.

"Just kidding. I'm a good person. You can trust me. But, Can I first go inside? It's kinda cold here." He said as he shifted from where he stands.

"Oh! Yes yes! Sorry. Here, let me get these." I said as I reached for his small backpack that was on the floor.

"No, it's okay. I'll look like an asshole if I let a gorgeous girl handle my things." He smiled sweetly to me as he grabbed all his things and went inside the apartment. Gorgeous? Me? Gorgeous? Oh god, what will I do now if I have this gorgeous guy as a roommate?

I showed him his new room and smiled brightly as he saw the cleanliness of it.

"Did you fix this yourself? Woah, It's an eye candy. I'm a minimalistic person. And this makes me so happy. Thank you for fixing this!" He said as he sat on the new fixed bed. I smiled as I saw how he enjoyed his new room.

"Uhm, thanks for appreciating it, Chan. I'm glad that you liked it. Would you like to have a look at the apartment?" I asked him as he still taking a look at his room.

He stands up from the bed and smiled at me. "I would love to!" I went first and he followed me everywhere I go.

"Well, I wish we have good memories as new roommates. I said and gave him a glass of orange juice.

"Yeah. I hope too. By the way, you're a college sophomore, right? Where do you study? Bet it's near the apartment." He said as he drinks his juice.

"Yes. I study at Levanter University. A psychology major. I heard from the landlord that you also attend there. What are you majoring in?" I said as I sit down on the chair.

"Really? It's good to know that we attend the same school. I'm also a sophomore, majoring in Music. I really love music. Ever since I was a child, I've dreamt of being a professional music artist and composer. That's why I chose it as my major." He said. I can see that he really loves music as his eyes twinkle when he talked.

"Really? I hope I can hear you sing someday." I clasped my hands in excitement.

"Oh yeah sure Uh, by the way, who used to live here with you? Is it also a guy?" He curiously asked as he put his elbow on the table with hands on his chin.

"My best friend used to live here. But sadly she needs to go in her hometown to look after her sick mother." I told him. His face saddens a little bit.

Time passed by and we grew close to each other. I found out that he has these gorgeous eight friends since middle school. But some of them are not studying in our school. Jeongin, his youngest friend, looks like my younger brother, so I grew close to him the most. He's so caring, sweet, and lovely. Meanwhile, Changbin and Minho are the ones who also study in our school, like Chan, Changbin is also majoring in music. Minho is majoring in Business Administration. While the others, Hyunjin, Felix, Jisung, Seungmin, and Jeongin are freshmen from other universities. They usually hang out at our apartment and I'm no against in it. I really love hanging out with them. They're so approachable and funny.

"Oh sorry to hear that. I hope your friend and her mother are doing fine." He said and smiled at me. I nod at him in response.

"Isn't it nice today? Winter is already here! It's good to have a cup of hot coffee and a heartful talk." He said as he looked at the window outside.

"I don't think so. I'd never like winter." I shrugged as I drink my juice. He looked back at me as if I was some crazy woman.

"You don't like winter? But why? People love it. It's nice and cozy, I live winter actually." He said and looked at me.

"I just don't like it. I like warm summer, autumn, and spring. Winter never excites me. Even when I was a kid. And my boyfriend dumped me on a cold winter night. That made worse. " I explained to him carefully. He just nods at me. Accepting my hate for winter.

"Oh I see, so how do you endure winter? I mean what do you do when the season comes?"

"I just hang out with my friend. Drinking, eat ramen, or anything that makes us warm. But when I'm alone, I usually sleep or binge-watched some dramas." I said and he nods in response.

"Hmm, it's not that boring tho. Me, I usually write songs and make some mixtapes when winter comes. I just love the feeling and emotions that winter gives me. In that way, I can make my music."

"Really? Wow, you're talented. I wish I have that kind of talent too. But I suck at those." You shrugged and chuckled. He just smiled and talk further.

Alexa decided to study next semester but in her hometown. I'm sad knowing that she'll not continue to study here but we promised each other that we'll contact and update each other.

"Noona!" Jeongin surprised me with a hug as I opened the door of the apartment.

"Oh my Jeongin! How are you, my little boy? Come inside. Hey guys!" I let them inside the apartment. Another noise from the freshmen including Changbin. It's always like this. Every time they go here. It's always this noisy. But I love it. It makes me happy and not alone.

"Hey Channie," I said as I welcomed Chan who looks tired.

"Oh hi, y/n. how's school? Sorry, I let you go home by yourself. I was just busy and these stupid boys asked me to meet them."

"Oh, it's okay. I prepared you some food." I said and cling my arms to his. We always do this. It's very comfortable and I feel like I'm in my home.

"Thank you, dear," he said and ruffled my hair. Oh. That nickname. Fuck. It makes my heart do somersaults. Is it normal to feel this for a friend like him?

"Hey lovebirds, we brought some colas and pizzas!" Minho shouted from the living room as they prepare the food they brought.

"Shut up Minho! Mind your goddamn business there!" Chan shouted

"Okay then!" Minho replied and burst a laugh.

We just sat and decided to watch the newest drama we happened to saw on Netflix.

"I'm freaking tired. Chan-hyung! I think I need to go by now. We still have exams for tomorrow, right Hyunjin?" Seungmin said as he stands up and yawned.

"Oh shit! Right! Hyung! We need to go now! I need to review some past lessons." Hyunjin said as he ready himself to go. The others also get ready. I decided to stand up and try to clean up.

"Let's do that, later. Let's say goodbye first to the boys." Chan said and I just nod in response.

"Goodbye Chan hyung! Goodbye noona! Good night!" Changbin and others bid their goodbyes.

"Yeah, yeah goodnight! " chan said as he pushed the boys out. I chuckled and waved my hand at them.

"Maybe it's time to clean up," I said and Chan nodded and went to the living room to clean.

The annoying alarm woke me up. I still have my classes on Saturdays. But Chan doesn't. When he first wakes up than me, he usually asked me to walk me in school. But sometimes he wakes up late, I just prepare some breakfast for him and leave a note telling him that I left.

As I walk out of my room, I heard some shufflings and noise from the kitchen.

"Morning sunshine! Eat and get ready for your classes." Chan greeted me and smiled.

"Morning Channie. You wake up again early?" I said as I sit down on my chair.

"Yep. I woke up early and can't go back to sleep so here, I prepared us breakfast." He said as he finished cooking and sit beside me.

"Thank you then," I said and started eating.

"I'm going to the mall near the university. Mind if I walk you to school?" He asked

"Hmm. Is it okay?"

"Of course. Hah! " he said and chuckled

"Thanks though. What are you going to do in the mall?" I asked him

"Uh, it's Changbin's birthday on the 11th. I planned to buy him some gifts."

"Really? We should celebrate it here!" I clasped my hand as excitement fills me. It's my first time to celebrate a new friend's birthday.

"Sure thing. I'll wait for you later after classes. Just text me if you're done." I nod at him and he smiled. So excited to celebrate Changbin's birthday. It's two days from now.

We just walked from the apartment to school as I still have a lot of time before my first class starts.

"So see you later y/n. do well, okay?" He pinched my cheeks and scrunched his nose.

"Yes, I will. Now go to the mall and buy Changbin a nice gift." I waved my hand at him as I went inside.

I met Minho at the cafeteria. Luckily we have the same schedule of break time.

"Y/N!" Minho went near me with food in his hands.

"Oh hello, Minho! Uh, can I ask you something?" I asked him and let him sit down on the chair beside me.

"Uhm, what is it?" Minho said as munched on his food.

"It's about Changbin. Do you know anything he loves? Like favorite clothing? Perfumes? Or what? It's his birthday the day after tomorrow, right?" I said and sip on my drink

"Oh yeah, Changbin isn't a picky person. As long as it's from a good friend, he'll love it." He tilted his head and chuckled.

"Oh, it's kinda hard. But anyway, thank you for that. I'm going to buy him a gift later. And I asked Chan to celebrate it the apartment." I said

"Really? That's a good idea! By the way, it's already time. Need to go back! See you around!" Minho stands up and bid his goodbyes. I waved at him and decided to attend my last class.

"Y/n!" Chan waved at me as I saw him outside the campus.

"Hey Channie!" I smile while happily ran to him.

"You look cute doing that," Chan said and ruffled my hair. I lowered my head to hide the lingering blush on my cheeks.

"Channie, do you mind if we go to the mall again? I just want to buy Changbin a gift."

"Hmm.. Sure! I'll help you. " he said and took my hand. God, why is he doing this? He so freaking sweet. I feel like I'm having a date with my boyfriend. Wait-- fuck boyfriend?? Erase erase. We're just friends, okay?

After I got the best gift for Changbin, I decided to take a look at the shelf and found this cute little thing that caught my eye. I took it and stare at it like it holds my future in it.

"You like that one? It's cute." Chan said as he also takes a look at the music box.

"Uh, yeah. But nevermind. I didn't bring enough money for it." I put it back to the shelf as I have no plans on buying it. But I turned to Chan as he grab again the music box and grabbed my hand.

"Let's take it. I'll pay for it for you." Chan smiled and went to the cashier.

"Hey, Chan! You don't have to." I pulled back his arms.

"No. Think of it as my gift for you. A gift to my friend. Don't worry." He said and went to face the cashier and hand his payment to her.

"Thank you for this! I really appreciate it!" I said as I stare at it again and listen to the calming music playing.

"See? You love it. What will happen to you if I didn't buy it?" he chuckled and turn his head to me. Oh no, I know he's staring at me, and stop these loud heartbeats! He might hear it! Why are you like this?? It's a simple gift. Do I like him? Yes, I appreciate all the efforts he did and the small things that he did for me. Do I already like him? I mean, it's not a bad thing if it is. But I'm scared that he might not feel the same. But it doesn't matter to me for now. I just need to forget these lingering feelings.

Changbin's day dropped on a fine Saturday. All of the boys went here including the birthday boy to help in preparing for the party later.

"Need help in cooking?" Chan asked peeking from the kitchen entrance.

"Uhm, yes, please. Changbin's foods are quite a lot!" I said as I cut the ingredients for my own version of kimchi fried rice.

"Poor little y/n. here you go." Chan started to help me, asking what should he do, or what ingredients to put next.

"They're so noisy, aren't they?" Chan chuckled as he groaned to the noise from the living room.

"Don't act like you're not one of them Channie," I teased and smacked his arm.

"Why? I'm a good boy!" I glared at him and he just laughed at me.

"Hey sweethearts! Where are the foods?" Changbin went to us while wearing his birthday hat. It's his idea. 22 years old my ass.

"Just you wait little prince, the food is nearly ready," I said

"Go away Changbin! You're so excited as hell, it's still early! Mind your business outside!" Chan said and shoo Changbin away. He just huffed and pouted at us.

"Happy Birthday hyuuung!" The juniors greeted him cheerfully after we sang him a happy birthday.

After lots of drinking and eating, the other boys were now drunk. Leaving me, Jeongin, Seungmin, and Felix sober. I chose not to drink a lot as I thought of having atleast one here have a sober mind.

I woke up peacefully without the sound of an alarm. Sunday morning. No classes, a good day to rest. But I need to clean first the mess outside.

*ring ring

"Hello? Y/N?" It's Alexa! I missed her voice.

That night, Chan brought some pizzas and colas for us. Watching some movies before going to sleep.

After our classes, Chan and I went first to a fast-food chain to buy some food.

"Lexie~" I screamed at the top of my lungs running to Alexa

"So, how's living together?" Alexa said as she grabbed a slice of pizza and bite on it.

"What do you think you're doing Alexa?" I whisper shouted at her while Chan left and went to the bathroom.

Alexa slept early because of the long travel she took. Me, on the other hand, still resting on the couch, scrolling through my phone, when I felt someone sit beside me.

"Take care of my friend, Chan. I can count on you, right?" Alexa said turned to us before she goes outside.

Winter is near again. And Chan's one year here is near too.

I just need a simple outfit since it's fucking cold outside. But shit, we're going to his parent's house. Maybe it's not bad if I wear something nice beneath my thick parka. Ugh. Why do I feel so nervous? As if I'm getting judged by his parents later. Calm your ass down, y/n. it's just dinner. No more, no less.

Winter is now starting and here I am again, sulking at one corner. We're out of fucking tea! My one and only partner in this season! Fuck!

"Y/n! You ready?" Chan knocked on my door while I'm still getting my bag.

"We're here. I'm glad to show you around my childhood home. This is where I grow up together with my siblings. It's nice isn't it?" Chan said and faced me.

"So y/n, is Chan a good roommate to you?" Chan's dad asked me. Like him, Chan's dad is a good looking man. Like Chan in his 40's. something like that.

"Where are we going?" I asked Chan as he wears his shoes going outside.

I guess winter is not that bad. Especially when Chan is always here beside me, he can make my winter warm and comfortable.

"It's quite calm and quiet isn't it?" Chan said as he stares from nowhere. I just shrugged at him and swayed my feet.

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Finding the Time to Study Fic 2 [Day 32]

Here is my starting post for today’s study break stories session. See this post for more details and feel free to send me asks to keep me going! It’s been a lot of fun so far! I will reblog this post with the story as I write them today. I’ll be constantly looking for ideas of times and places for Janus to have missions, so feel free to send in any you can think of at any point!

If you are a new follower or just don’t want all of these posts clogging your dash, please feel free to block the tag “study break stories” as all posts and voting about it will go there. You can still see the finished product of the story even if you are blocking that tag as I will not tag the edited chapters with “study break stories” but with the tag “folds in paper.” See edited chapters below. None edited chapters are under the cut.

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

I also have a playlist on youtube (because Spotify didn’t have one of the songs I wanted). It’s short, and not really for serious listening, but I had fun with it.

This was on hiatus for a while because I needed to focus a lot harder on my exam than usual studying and then it was break after that, but I have to get some stuff read for next week, so I’m going to be doing this for a bit today! Last time we just entered a church... with Remus. Let’s see how this goes...

Chapter 12

There was something off about his readings. Clearly the time distortion was starting to pull at this place with the way the weather was flickering between storming and sunny, but he still couldn’t quite pinpoint the exact location of the source of it. He could, however, get that it must be somewhere on this side of the river more into the downtown area, so that’s the way he was walking, Pat close on his heels.

“What’s your name, by the way?” he asked.

Janus shot him a glare. “Elvis Presley,” he said.

Pat frowned, clearly knowing who that was. “There’s no reason to be mean.”

“You did it to me first.”

“…Introduced myself as a famous musician?” he asked. Janus didn’t respond, and after a moment, Pat laughed lightly. “You really don’t understand time travel, do you?”

“Oh, yeah,” Janus said. “Name the three types of time distortions.”

“Just because I don’t know the names of things doesn’t mean I don’t understand them.” He stuck out his tongue. Janus was dealing with an actual toddler. “Unlike you who has a bunch of fancy words, but just caused a time loop.”

Janus scoffed. “I did not just cause a time loop.”

“Maybe not a big one,” Pat agreed, “but you did.”

Janus raised an eyebrow. “I’ve never introduced myself to you with a musician’s name, but now you’ve told me that I will. So, at some point in the future I will have to, thereby making you think to say that now. Time loop.”

“That’s not… that doesn’t count.”

“Does too,” Pat claimed. “Like I have said once before and you may or may not have heard me say before, anything you do to me to get back at me for something I haven’t done yet, just causes whatever that is to happen in the first place.”

“But you’re still going to do it.”

“Then take it up with future me. I haven’t done anything to you.” Then he paused and sighed. “…Which I guess means you’ve done nothing to me.” He seemed to mull this concept over for a long moment. “Well you were a bit crabby about me not knowing what a time distortion was, but I can forgive you for that.”

“And I’m supposed to forgive you?”

“Like I said,” Pat said. “I haven’t done anything yet.”

“You also haven’t done anything to endear yourself to me either,” Janus grumbled.

“Hmm,” Pat said. “Fine.” He pulled something out of his pocket. “You’re obviously not having much luck finding whatever you’re looking for. Tell me what it is and I’ll help.”

Janus squinted at what was in his hand. “Is that… an iPhone 5?”

“No!” he said. “It’s super-secret time travel tech disguised as an iPhone 5!”

“We’re in 2027,” Janus said. “Not a great disguise. Those things have been obsolete for a decade.”

“Well I’ll keep in mind to have my tech disguised as phones from the right year next time,” Pat said, sticking out his tongue. “Now what are we looking for?”

“If my timepiece can’t find it, I’m certain yours can’t.”

Pat rolled his eyes and tapped on the device’s screen a couple of times. “I’m going to guess it’s that,” he said proudly.

Janus leaned over to look at the screen. “Are you using google maps?” he sputtered.

“It integrates time relevant data like traffic conditions and local weather warnings with time travel technology,” Pat explained. “Something seems to be going on in a museum a couple of blocks that way.”

“I…” Janus said. That was actually a really good idea, usually unnecessary with scouts observing that data beforehand, and Janus wasn’t sure how good the accuracy would be considering whatever was taking it into account was automated, but still a good idea. “Well, I guess since we have no other leads, we can check it out.”

Pat looked far too proud for having only used a piece of tech that hadn’t even been confirmed as accurate. “Then, let’s go,” he said right as a chilly wind started to pick up and a couple of snowflakes began to fall around them. “Before that gets worse…”

Janus let Pat lead with his iPhone. Janus’s timepiece still wasn’t picking up a clear signal for some reason, but it seemed to point in the same general direction as Pat’s. Strangely though, as they got closer to their destination, the signal started to get fuzzier. Pat’s tech seemed unaffected leading them closer to the museum.

When they got to the Musée Fabre museum, Janus stopped. “What?” Pat asked. He was shivering slightly in the cold and holding his arms around himself.

“My timepiece stopped working completely,” he said.

“I’m assuming that’s weird?” Pat said.

“It is,” Janus confirmed, turning to squint at him suspiciously. “How do I know you’re not the one doing it?”

“If I was doing it, wouldn’t I have just knocked it out from the get go?” Pat questioned.

Janus pursed his lips. “I don’t know,” he said. “Would you have? Maybe it’s a trick.”

Pat’s eyes narrowed a bit on him. “Think what you want, but I’m freezing. Come in with me if you want.”

He dithered from a few moments before following Pat inside. Pat had already struck up a conversation with the woman charging admission into art museum. She was looking at him, her brow knit as he spoke. Janus nudged him away from her getting a confused glance from him in return. He shot a smile at the woman.

“Two adult passes for the museum and the Hotel Sabatier d’Espevran, please,” he said, placing down 14 euro.

“Ah,” she said, still looking at Pat oddly. “Yes sir.” She gave them the passes and Janus quickly shuffled Pat away.

“What is wrong with your French?” he hissed once they were out of earshot.

“What?” he asked, bewildered.

“You sound like you’re reading Le Comte de Monte-Cristo. No one talks like that anymore.”

“I’m a little rusty,” Pat defended himself.

“Two centuries?” Janus asked. Pat stuck his tongue out like a child once again. “Is that your only way to respond to legitimate criticism?”

“What does it even matter anyway? No one ever expects time travel, at least not for something so silly.”

“It’s not silly,” Janus said. “It’s a legitimate issue. The wrong person who’s watched too much science fiction notices and you’re putting the timeline at risk. Not to mention if there are other time travelers around that aren’t as nice as me.”

“Are there a lot of time travelers around?” Pat asked, sounding intrigued.

“There are plenty, both legal and not.”

“Huh,” he said, “but what are the chances we’ll run into another one?”

“Considering the time distortion? There could be many. Opportunists wanting to capitalize off the chaos, people trying to stop it, like me, and not to mention the person who caused it.”

“Wait, someone made it happen?” Pat asked.

“These things don’t just happen naturally.”

“Huh. So, something like this has to be caused by a person?”

“Yes,” Janus said. “…Why?”

Pat smiled. “No reason. I think we should head upstairs. Whatever I’m picking up says it’s around here, but I don’t see anything. Maybe it’s a floor or two above us.”

“Which is why it’s ridiculous to use Google Maps.”

“Would you rather use yours?” he asked sweetly.

“I’m still not convinced it’s not your doing,” Janus growled. “Why does your tech still work when mine doesn’t?”

“Probably the same reason the ring did,” he muttered.

“What?”

“You may be the most aggravating being in the universe.”

Pat glanced at him with a bit of a smirk. “I can’t tell you,” he said. “It would be a much bigger risk to the timeline than me speaking in French from the 1830s. But, I’m pretty sure the reason mine still works is just a software difference.”

“What the hell do you mean a software difference?”

Pat opened his mouth, doubtlessly to supply him with yet another frustratingly cheeky and unhelpful answer. Yet, Pat did not have a chance to do so as, just as Janus stepped onto the second floor of the museum, the ground started to violently shake. Janus tried to turn to catch Pat as the other man’s foot slipped on the last step, but he couldn’t do so in time. Pat fell onto his hands and knees, sliding back a few steps and smacking his face into the stairs hard once and then a couple of times more after that as he slid.

Chapter 13

The room stopped shaking after a moment. “Ow,” Pat said. He seemed a bit stunned but was still moving at least. He carefully maneuvered himself into a seating position. “Ouch. Owie.” He reached up to poke his own nose. “Ow!” Janus slapped his hand away when he got there. A bit of blood was already trickling from his nose and there was a small cut over his eye, but it wasn’t bleeding too much.

Janus pushed him so he was leaning slightly forward and produced a pack of time appropriate tissues from his pocket. He pulled one out of the package and offered it to him.

He took it and pressed it up against his nose to try to stop the bleeding. He seemed mostly alright though Janus imagined he’d have plenty of bruises down the line. The power in the museum flickered and Janus looked up. Now that he was listening, he could hear people panicking in and out of the museum.

“We should probably get off of the stairs,” he suggested.

“Yeah,” Pat agreed. Janus helped him to his feet, and they climbed back up the steps. Janus looked around and found an employees only sign a few feet away. Usually he’d not risk that as it could get him into trouble he didn’t want to be in, but considering the earthquake that had just happened, he could probably play it off as panic.

He ushered Pat into a small room and found a chair and table. He had Pat sit in the chair and pulled out another one of the tissues to dab at the blood coming from the cut over his eyes. “Here,” he said. “Hold that there. I’m going to go see if there are any bandages about.”

Pat took the tissue with the hand not already holding one to his nose. “Thanks,” he said.

Janus nodded and got to his feet. The lights flickered once again but didn’t stay off for now. He didn’t know how long that would last.

He couldn’t see anything that might hold bandages in this room, but there was a second door. “I’ll be right back,” he told Pat, exiting through it.

The lights flickered once more as the door closed behind him and he cursed. When they came back up Janus’s eyes immediately fell on a man. They both froze.

“Remus!” Janus hissed the second their eyes met. “What are you doing here?”

Remus blinked at him for a moment. “Hi. Janus,” he said. “I… come to France for… tea sometimes?”

“There isn’t any tea back here.”

“So, there isn’t…” he said. There was a moment of silence. “Uh, so I actually cannot talk to you right now.”

“What do you mean?” Janus asked. Remus grimaced in a way Janus had never seen from him before. It immediately set off alarm bells in Janus’s head. “Oh my god,” Janus said. “Oh my god. You’re not from the same time as me.”

“Oh, you have no idea,” Remus mumbled.

“Holy shit, you’re looping?!”

“It’s… not looping if I wasn’t here the first time.”

“Remus, we spend more than 12 hours a day together most of the time. The only thing worse than this is if I looped back to this time myself.”

“…Yeah. Anyway, I need to leave now.”

“Please do.”

He turned to go, but then stopped. “Oh, and,” he reached into his pocket and tossed something at Janus. Janus caught it.

It was Band-Aids.

“Oh, shit,” Janus spat at the clear use of foreknowledge. “I hate this. I hate you. I’m going to kill you the next time you see me.”

“Sure, Jan.”

“Go.”

He did, slipping into the next room while Janus took a deep breath and then turned back to the door behind him. He schooled his face before Pat looked up. “I found some Band-Aids.”

Pat nodded and Janus came over to squat next to him.

Janus opened the box and Pat looked down. His eyes lit up with sudden joy so intense that Janus felt like he’d just gotten a punch to the gut. “Kitty Band-Aids!” he exclaimed. Janus bothered to actually look at the design on the container, only to note the cartoon cats on the front. Pat was almost vibrating off his seat. “Look they’re all so cute!” He grabbed the container from him to inspect the different designs printed on the back with glee even as a bit of blood was still trickling from his nose.

Janus took the box back gently and guided the wad of bloody Kleenexes back to his nose.

“Which would you like?” Janus asked.

“Oh, they are all so cute,” Pat cooed. “Um, how about that one!” he pointed. “Or that one! Or that one!”

“Pat you only have one cut.”

“But they’re all so cute!” Pat said, tongue tucking into his cheek. He contemplated the box again. “Let’s do the black one,” he finally settled on.

Janus selected one of the Band-Aids with a black cat wrapped around a pink ball of yarn and staring back at them with wide green eyes. The think looked like it had partaken in one two many doses of catnip, but Janus didn’t mention that.

Instead, he just carefully unstuck the backing from the Band-Aid and motioned for Pat to remove the tissue from his forehead. He smiled at Janus as he drew back.

Janus cleared his throat. “How’s the nose.”

“It’s slowing down,” Pat replied. “Thanks.”

“No problem,” Janus replied. They met eyes for a second before Pat looked away back at the box of Band-Aids.

“Oh,” Pat said. “There’s a grey one. I didn’t notice.” He pointed to it. “I should have used that one.”

“Do you like grey cats?” Janus asked.

“I like all kitties,” he said, “but one of my roommates loves grey cats. He had one when he was a kid and thinks of them as good omens. Seeing one always brightens up his day.”

“A friend of mine has a grey cat,” Janus said. “She’s much more tolerable than him.”

Pat laughed a bit. “Don’t be mean,” he said.

“Oh, he deserves it, don’t worry.” Janus considered him for a moment. “Here,” he said, pulling out one of the Band-Aids with the grey cat on it. It did, actually, look a lot like Diesel Fuel.

“But I don’t…”

Janus just shrugged and stuck it on his cheek where there was no wound. Pat giggled and touched it with a finger. Janus stood back up.

“Can I have another tissue?” Pat asked.

“Sure.” Janus handed a tissue over to him and he crumpled up the bloody ones in his hand.

“I think I’m good to keep going,” Pat said, putting the new tissue under his nose. “The nose will stop soon.”

Pat got out his iPhone and directed him back out of the room. They checked the second floor and didn’t find anything and so went to the third floor. The second they arrived in the room that Pat’s phone was directing them too, Janus knew that it must be right. There was a strange, distorted whirling sound and the entire room was shaking slightly like they were standing next to a railroad track.

“I’m guessing this is it,” Pat said.

Janus nodded and looked over his shoulder at the screen. They both cautiously walked towards where the little dot was on the phone.

“Is that it?” Pat asked, pointing at a small device on the center column in the room. Janus reached forward to flip the switch on it. The whirling stopped and the room settled. Janus’s time piece vibrated as it came back online. They waited for a few moments. “I assumed… time distortions would be more…”

“They are,” Janus said. “This one is artificial.”

“What does that mean?”

“It’s a simulation,” Janus said. “It causes similar symptoms to a time distortion, but it’s not actually fracturing time at all.”

“That’s good, isn’t it?” Pat asked.

“I don’t know,” Janus said. He took the piece of tech of the wall and carefully stored it in his pocket, “but someone’s trying to get our attention.”

Chapter 14

Janus didn’t feel comfortable leaving France 2027 just yet, still weirded out by the strange turn of events. So, he and Pat ended up sticking around for a couple of hours. They looked through the art museum for a bit, but Janus was having trouble focusing on the pieces, and Pat eventually suggested they get some air. Janus agreed considering the museum would close for the night soon anyway.

They wandered around the downtown for a bit. The people seemed to jump back from the strange weather and earthquake that afternoon rather quickly, and there were plenty still about to blend into.

Pat was snapping photos every so often like a tourist which Janus shook his head at but allowed because even with the outdated phone it almost made them blend in even more. It also might stop any questions about Pat’s weird way of speaking French. They could just say he was an overeager tourist who watched too many old movies.

“Ooo!” Pat said. “We should get crepes.”

“Why?”

“You can’t go to France and not eat crepes.”

“I assure you, you can,” Janus said dryly.

Pat shot a pout at him and the next thing he knew he was in a small crepe shop.

For Janus, choosing something was easy. He just ordered the first thing he found on the menu which seemed to be a standard one with ham and eggs. Pat on the other hand seemed to be struggling greatly, and Janus had to gently push him to the side to let some other customers order first.

“What should I get!?” Pat asked. “They all look so good! I could do strawberry preserves or maple syrup or just sugar!”

“Or you could get one that is actually food,” Janus suggested mildly. “I don’t think you need any more sugar judging by how you are acting.”

Pat rolled his eyes. “You sound like Lo.”

Janus made a note of the name ‘Lo’ even though it surely was a nickname.

“But, since you’re insisting, I’ll get something healthy. I’ll have the strawberry one. That’s a fruit!”

“It comes with a cream cheese filling,” Janus pointed out.

“And it’s fruit!”

Janus shook his head and stepped up to the counter. “One ham and cheese and one strawberry preserve, please,” he said to the cashier as he was not allowing Pat to order in French and accidently say something stupid. He forked over some euros.

“You don’t have to pay for me,” Pat protested when he saw that.

Janus glanced back at him. “I was afraid you’d try to pay in francs,” he said dryly.

It looked like Pat was about to stick his tongue out at him, remembered that Janus had criticized him for that earlier, and then just scrunched up his face in displeasure as though that was any less childish.

They waited for their crepes to be finished and then went to eat them outside near a water fountain.

“I can pay you back for the crepe,” Pat said after they sat down. “I do actually have euros.”

Janus waved him off. “It wasn’t that expensive.”

Pat hummed. “Well, in that case. I insist on paying for a wish for you.” Janus raised an eyebrow. “In the fountain!” Pat clarified.

Pat set aside his crepe to dig in his pocket for a couple of coins. “Here!” he said handing one over.

Janus glanced over at the fountain. “No.”

“Oh, come on,” Pat beseeched. “You have to want something. I’ll even throw it in for you, but you have to make a wish first!”

“No.”

“Please!”

Janus sighed. “Fine.” He popped the rest of his crepe in his mouth. “I wish for a crepe,” he said after swallowing.

“You just had a crepe, silly.”

“But I liked it, so I want another one.”

“We can go back and get you another crepe.”

“Ah, but I’m not hungry anymore.”

Pat crossed his arms. “You’re just being difficult on purpose.”

“Not me,” Janus said putting hand over his heart. “I would never do something like that.”

Pat glared at him, but then snatched the coin out of his hand. “Fine!” he said. “One crepe wish coming right up.” He hopped up with the two coins and darted over to the water fountain. Janus turned to watch him go but then happened to catch sight of something out of the corner of his eyes.

Pat’s phone.

He didn’t pause in his movement, completing the turn, but as he watched Pat close his eyes, presumably to focus on his own wish, Janus snuck a hand out and grabbed the phone without looking. He slipped it into his own pocket.

Pat came back over after throwing both coins in the fountain and didn’t even seem to notice that his phone was missing, picking up his crepe to take another bite. Just to make sure, though Janus decided to distract him. “What do you think of your crepe?” Janus asked.

“I like it! It’s sweet, but not too sweet. There was a crepe place across the street from my apartment in college, but they always put a bit too much sugar in the dough, I think. I’d still eat them, but these are much better.”

Janus nodded and kept up the light conversation until Pat was finished.

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“Well,” he said then, getting to his feet. “It seems that nothing else is going to happen regarding the time distortion. I should be getting back.”

Pat hummed. “I should too. It’s movie night!”

“I probably should arrest you,” Janus noted.

“In the middle of all of these people?” Pat asked mildly.

“Touché,” Janus said.

Pat gasped and pointed at him. “Pun!” he said. Janus blinked at him. “Because we’re in France! That’s French!”

“…Goodbye Pat,” Janus said, turning to walk away from him.

“Goodbye… wait I still don’t know your name!”

Janus stopped to look back at him for a moment. “Like I said,” he replied. “Elvis.”

“Fine,” Pat said. “Au revoir, mon chéri.”

“You never stop, do you?” Janus asked.

Pat giggled. “Considering I don’t know what you mean, I imagine I’m just getting started.”

Janus actually left then, walking off towards the alley he’d first arrived in. In some ways, the mission had been a bust, but in others it had gone very well.

He felt for the weight of the phone in his pocket before pulling up the display screen on his timepiece to go back to the TPI.

It had gone very well indeed.

Chapter 15

The first thing Janus had done when he’d returned to the TPI was hand over the timebomb to Khalid who sent it to forensics. Within the hour, forensics got back to them that it was the same timebomb as 2999 and that it had never exploded, but simply been diffused. Which meant, blessings on blessings, everyone got to go home that night.

Not that Janus went home, no, he ended up falling asleep on his desk somewhere between 3 and 4am, but at least he wasn’t sharing his space with anyone. He’d been trying to hack the cell phone all night to see if it had anything he could use, but he honestly had no idea what he was doing. All it seemed he could do was play some annoying song over and over again about never giving someone up. At around 2am, he’d finally broken and sent off an email, though, he’d continued to try to mess with it after that.

He got woken up by Lena coming into the office at 7am, and noticed he already had an email response asking when Janus wanted to come in.

“Now?” he sent back.

“…Do you sleep?” was the immediate response. “And yes.”

His wrist buzzed as an appointment in 5 seconds downloaded to his timepiece. He selected the coordinates and landed at Cultural Outreach. The receptionist blinked up at him and then back down at the screen on his desk. “Oh!” he said. “I didn’t see this appointment. I think Professor Eran is in his office.”

He didn’t stand to escort Janus this time, so Janus went ahead and went down the hall to Virgil’s office himself.

He knocked on the door and while he was waiting for Virgil to open it, the infernal contraption once again started to play the same stupid song.

“I didn’t even touch you!” he spat, getting it out and tapping on the screen.

“Jonas Brothers dude again?” Virgil asked causally upon opening the door.

Janus shoved it at him. “Make it stop.”

Virgil took it and fiddled with it for a few moments before it stopped with the song. “Oh my gosh,” he said scrolling through something on the screen.

“What.”

“What maniac sets a custom alarm for every 30-60 minutes for a week that just plays ‘Never Gonna Give You Up’? Oh, and one ‘It’s Not Unusual’ on Saturday. He’s mixing memes at an alarming rate.”

“Can you. Just. Make it not happen. Anymore?”

Virgil smirked at him. “Maybe.” He turned around to go back into his office.

“Virgil,” Janus growled following him in.

Virgil just laughed. “What do you want to know about it?” he asked. “Just a fair warning… the song means he… likely was aware someone would steal it.”

“Of course, he was,” Janus groaned.

“But I’m sure we can still get something out of it.” Virgil started tapping at the screen again. “Okay, let’s see. It’s an iPhone 5, and someone jailbroke it.”

“What does that mean?”

“Tampered with it so they could install non-company approved software,” Virgil explained.

“Well I figured that since he was using Google Maps to track time distortions,” Janus grumbled.

“I think I have something,” Virgil said to himself while digging through his desk. “Ah ha!” He held up some sort of cord. “This will let me hook it up to my integrator.” He slotted the cord into the bottom of the iPhone and then crawled under his desk to fiddle around with some other things. “There we go,” Virgil said popping back up. “It might take a few minutes. Running the program any faster might overheat the phone.”

Janus nodded and sat back to wait. Virgil grabbed the phone and started to play around with it a bit even as it uploaded all of its information to his computer.

“Weird,” Virgil said after a moment.

“What?” Janus asked, sitting up straighter.

“There are exactly two contacts. Fewer than I’d anticipate for a regular phone from the 2010s. More than I would expect from one clearly not being used as a phone.

Virgil glanced to the side, and it must have finished the download because he unhooked it from the computer. “I have a 21st century phone network adapter,” Virgil said. “It transfers call back to whatever date the phone says. Do you want to try calling one?”

“It’s worth a shot,” Janus replied.

Virgil dug back into his desk for a small device that he plugged into the same port he’d plugged the earlier cord. “Okay, which contact do you want to try first?” he asked. “One has ‘Ro’ with a crown, red heart, and a gold star emoji. The other has “Lo” with a book, blue heart, and Milky Way emoji.”

“He mentioned a Lo,” Janus said. “So, try him first.”

Virgil nodded. “I’ll put it on speaker.” He pressed some buttons before setting the phone on the desk between them.

The phone rang three times before with a bit of a crackle, it was answered. “Salutations,” a voice said, voice sounding a bit scratchy as though he had only just gotten up.

Virgil motioned with his head for Janus to speak. “Are you ‘Lo’?” he asked.

The man hummed. “To some people.”

Janus… didn’t quite know what to say to that, or even what questions he should ask.

“I’m assuming you’re the man that stole my associate’s phone.”

“Your associate?” Janus fished.

The man made an amused hum. “I believe you were calling him ‘Pat’ on your last adventure.” Janus could hear something being placed down on the other end of the phone. Before Janus could respond, he heard what sounded like an old keyboard being typed on. “Now,” Lo said. “I have to admit, I am surprised you were willing to oblige me so thoroughly by plugging the phone into your system. Let’s see…”

The screen on Virgil’s lit up bright blue all of a sudden. “…shit,” said Virgil.

“Well,” Lo said, “it seems you were clever enough not to plug it into the TPI system, which is disappointing, but…”

There was more clicking on the other end. “Hmm, interesting music tastes for the 4000s,” he said.

“I’m an anthropologist,” Virgil spoke up.

“Ah, yes, I can see that,” Lo replied. “Virgil Eran, senior professor at Silver Mountain University, a vetted member of the Cultural Outreach program, and searched the phrase ‘How to eat sushi without making a cultural blunder and making everyone hate you and losing your job because what kind of shit anthropologist doesn’t know how to eat raw fish right’ which you then shortened to ‘How to eat sushi’ and proceeded to search 52 times in the last 48 hours.”

Virgil went a bit scarlet around the ears. “Dude, did you really have to out me like that?” he hissed at the phone.

“My apologies,” Lo responded. “From my personal experience, don’t dip the rice parts in soy sauce, and don’t add too much wasabi. Overall, most people will be understanding of mistakes, and you will certainly not be fired or ostracized for handling food incorrectly. As long as you are not acting intentionally disrespectful, and I image you will not be considering your clear anxiety over whatever outing you are planning to attend, you will be fine.”

“Okay,” Virgil said. “Good point, but counterpoint, what if you’re wrong and everyone hates me forever?”

“Is it the lunch meeting today at 11:30am?” Lo asked, “because I can see that a Professor Boris Laden has attended the event multiple years in a row. Considering he is a philosophy instructor, has no Japanese heritage that I can see, and I have found a photo of last year’s event wherein he has placed his chopsticks vertically in his rice, and he has yet to be fired or ostracized, I would postulate that your fears are unfounded.”

“Yeah but… okay, I really don’t have an argument for that one, except maybe I’m a piece of shit and everyone is looking for a reason to hate me.”

“Considering your many impressive accolades in your field, I would argue that ‘a piece of shit’ is not a good descriptor of you. Not to mention the fact that you are often a highly requested member for different committees in your department and outside of it.”

“Oh, but is that because people like me or because I’m an anxious mess and make sure events go off without a hitch?”

“From experience, disorder with people you enjoy the company of is far more tolerable than order with people you do not. Which explains my current living situation and the lack of finished dishes in my sink. Therefore, I would assume the former.”

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“A lot of assumptions,” Virgil commented, but he was smiling slightly.

“Assumptions based on data,” Lo argued back lightly.

“You really came in here, hacked into my computer and smacked my anxiety in the face, huh?”

“Glad to have helped.”

“Y-”

“Are the two of you finished?” Janus interrupted, finally getting sick of the two of them.

“Not nearly,” Lo said. “I have gained access to an entire network of a very large university and will be sorting through the data for a long time.”

“Ugh, right,” Virgil groaned, “and you got access through my integrator.”

“I doubt they’ll be able to trace it back to you if you don’t tell them.”

“Nice try,” Virgil said dryly, “but not likely. I’m telling them about you immediately so they can work to kick you out.”

Lo laughed. “Fair enough, but I’ve already gotten plenty of information at this point. Including the fact that you work with the TPI and scheduled an appointment with an Agent Janus Picani this morning set to start a few minutes before this phone call. So, hello Janus.”

“Bastard,” Janus shot back.

“And goodbye Professor Eran. It was a pleasure.” He hung up.

Virgil sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “This is going to be fun to explain to both of our bosses.”

Arc II What We Do to Each Other

Chapter 16:

As it would turn out, Janus and Virgil did not get in trouble for hooking up the old phone to Virgil’s integrator, mostly because it wasn’t really a mistake on their part. The phone cleared all virus checks that the tech people both from the university and the TPI ran on it. The phone should have been clean and should not have caused an issue.

In fact, they were still trying to pin down the code on the general university server. They could tell that something was mucking about on the system but what or how was a mystery. This also meant that there was no telling what information had been compromised and considering how many things Silver Mountain had its hands in, that was… a bit worrying.

Another worrying thing was there was suddenly more activity of late at the TPI. There were more time distortions popping up every day. Usually they would be few and far in between. There had been 3 total recorded the year before, but over 12 in the last week. Some of them were fake like the one Janus had investigated, but some of them were real. It painted a distressing picture and also was a drain on their resources. Khalid was actually looking to advertise positions to hire new recruits which was something she rarely did as she liked to keep appointments to the TPI in house.

They’d even loosed the number of field agents needed for each mission and Janus and Remus had been splitting up just to get everything done. Today, he and Remus had thankfully only two missions scheduled for the day.

“Are we going together or separate today?” Janus asked Remus.

“Think they’ll burn me at the stake for being a witch if I go alone to either of them?” Remus asked.

“I don’t know. Probably. I think we’re getting a bit late into the 1700s for that in Cuba, but I have no idea about Mesopotamia.”

“Let’s just go together. I did not like almost drowning yesterday because I was the only stranger in town when the weather was going wonky.”

“Surely it isn’t because you opened your mouth. Ever.” Janus said dryly.

“How was I supposed to know he was the local clergyman’s son?”

Janus rolled his eyes. “On second thought,” he said, pushing a button on his desk to choose Cuba as he next mission, and standing up. “I don’t want you coming with me.” Yet, he did not protest when Remus also signed up for the Cuba mission and he waited for him by the office door before going to talk to Rhi.

Rhi was a bit frazzled when which meant quite a bit as she was usually incredibly put together. Remus didn’t even seem inclined to tease her today.

“Okay,” she said once they’d closed the door behind them. She flipped through some documents on her desk. “Picani and Clockson. Camaguey Cuba 1755. Do you know Cuba?”

“Uh,” Janus said. “Yeah?”

“Like you’re reading the things, right? I don’t have to babysit you, right? You got it? The Seven Year War was happening, but it won’t affect you much as it hasn’t really hit Cuba. It’s the middle of the Camaguey Carnival. Everyone will be everywhere and there will be chaos so as long as you don’t really fuck up you should be fine. Um…apparent races.” She looked up at them and studied them each for a moment as thought looking at them for the first time despite having known them for years. “It’ll work. Go to costuming.”

“Shouldn’t we…” Janus said, “sign things?”

“…Yep,” she said, fiddling with her desktop and then sending documents over to their side to sign.

Janus and Remus both did before sending them back.

“Great. Good.” She stood and grabbed some things from behind her. “You can go.” She sat back down as they took their things and Janus noticed a message pop up on her desk. She looked up at Remus looking exhausted. “What?” she asked.

“Just open it,” Remus said.

Rhi tapped it and a photo opened.

“I got her a new mouse toy!” Remus said happily as Rhi looked at the picture of Diesel Fuel attacking a cloth mouse.

“That is… appreciated Agent Clockson,” Rhi said. “Now get out.”

They did, leaving to get their costumes on and checked. Costuming was just as busy and frazzled as Rhi had been and they actually had to wait for decon because there’d been a mix up with the agents leaving before them. They landed in Cuba without issue. Janus could already hear the festival in full swing outside the small building they’d were in. Remy was standing there with a very not time appropriate mug of coffee.

“Sue me,” Remy said when Janus raised an eyebrow at it. “Please just… get in and out without causing trouble. Seriously. I don’t want to have to deal with that on top of everything else.”

“We’ll do our best,” Janus assured.

Remy pulled his sunglasses down to look at him. He looked exhausted. “God please do more than your best.”

Janus nodded tightly. “We’ll be in and out,” he said, already glancing at his timepiece. It had been disguised as a golden bracelet which made it a bit harder to actually use, but wrist watches wouldn’t be invented for more than a century, so they’d have to make do. “The time distortion, if that’s what it is, should be in the middle of town. Let’s go.”

He and Remus exited the building onto the packed city street.

Janus was immediately bombarded with all types of sights, sounds, and smells. There were many colorful articles of clothing and costumes as people went every which way along the street talking to other members of their community, playing instruments, and dancing. There was the sound of people speaking Spanish, still mostly almost pure Castilian Spanish with perhaps a bit of influence from Taino as the Haitian revolution had yet to push the Creole language over to Cuba. People must have been hard at work cooking different dishes for the carnival as many different spices wafted through the air. It was sticky hot considering it was the middle of June in the tropics and Janus was immediately sweating despite the temperature appropriate clothing he’d been outfitted with.

He glanced around their immediate area, just scoping out the crowds. His eyes were immediately drawn to one person near them.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” he said out loud when he saw Pat. Remus looked in the direction Janus was.

Even if Janus didn’t recognize him the moment he laid eyes on him, he probably still would have ended up staring as he was the only person in the area who clearly did not know how to do the dance he was attempting.

Remus snorted and Janus shook his head in secondhand embarrassment. “Well, would you look whose boyfriend’s here,” he said to Janus. Make that firsthand embarrassment. “Has anyone told him the Mambo wasn’t invented until the 1900s and also that’s not how you do it?”

Chapter 17

Pat stopped dancing the moment he saw Janus approaching him, but he still bobbed cheerfully ( and unrhythmically) to the music. “Hi Janus,” he said pleasantly.

“You just have to rub it in, huh?”

There was a flash of confusion across his face, but then he smiled. “Well, I know where in our relationship you are. How was France?”

“You’re a bastard.”

“You stole the phone,” he laughed.

“You stole the bomb,” Janus countered, “and you wanted me to steal the phone. You booby trapped it.”

“No,” Pat correct, putting a finger up. “We have security on my phone because in high school I once forgot it in the school locker room and long story short, the three of us ended up in a lake. So, then Lo made sure I always had some sort of tracker on it. When I started time traveling, he updated it and when I met you we updated it again in case there was ever an opportunity like that. Lo calls it using our weaknesses to our advantage.”

“He’s a bastard too,” Janus growled.

Pat just laughed.

“Is someone talking about me?” Remus asked, stepping over to them. Janus rolled his eyes.

“Oh,” Pat said, blinking at Janus’s partner for a moment. “Remus.” He hesitated slightly. “How are you doing?”

“Me?” Remus asked. “Uh, I’m doing good. A little stressed out with work, but fine.”

“Good,” Pat said with just a little too much heartfulness to it.

“What?” Janus asked, eyes narrowed at Pat. “What is that?”

“What is what?” Pat asked. He met Janus’s eyes briefly and it made panic surge up Janus’s spine because the look Pat was sending him wasn’t one that said he was playing dumb. It was a warning.

Oh, Janus did not like this. That look told Janus Pat had some foreknowledge that he absolutely could not tell Janus about without messing up the timeline spectacularly. This was why this mess the two of them were mixed up in was so bad, but it seemed Janus did not have much of a choice when it came to Pat.

Despite how bad of an idea he knew it was, he still wanted to push, because whatever Pat was hiding could be very, very bad and it had to do with Remus. There were so many reasons Pat could be acting like that around Remus, but the worst ones were definitely the ones on his mind. Death, injury, illness. They were all possible especially in their line of work and especially with how time was being screwed with right now. And Pat knew. He knew exactly what the answer was, and oh did Janus want to push.

Experience knowing what worse things could come out of having foreknowledge made Janus bite his tongue.

“So, what are you two doing here,” Pat asked, and Janus unhappily let him change the subject.

“Oh, like you don’t know,” Janus replied.

“I don’t know,” Pat said innocently.

“There’s another time distortion,” Janus said, “and while you didn’t know what it was the last time I saw you, I’m pretty sure you do now.”

“Oh, I didn’t know there was a time distortion here. I can help you if you like,” he offered sweetly.

“Oh, yeah, sure. Then why are you here?”

“I wanted to see if I could find the Flying Dutchman,” Pat told him.

“And so you went to Camaguey?”

“Uh huh.”

“One of the farthest places from the ocean in Cuba?”

“Is it?”

“I don’t trust you.”

Pat just shrugged. “Well, if you don’t want my help finding the time distortion, I’ll just be on my way then.”

“Wait,” he said when Pat went to turn away. Pat paused. Janus turned to Remus. “Remus, do you think he’s bullshitting me so I let him wander off and do whatever the hell he’s doing, or do you think he’s bullshitting me into letting him come with us.”

“Hmm,” Remus said, looking Pat up and down. Janus could immediately tell he wasn’t going to get any helpful answer. “Well, if we’re going with the how much do I get to see his, admittedly very sexy, ass criteria.” Janus pinched the bridge of his nose. “Letting him leave now means instant gratification and a nice full image when he turns away. However, letting him go with us means many more opportunities to get a glimpse, but they’d probably just be glimpses. So, yeah that’s a tough call.”

“You didn’t even bother to give me an actual hidden suggestion with that bullshit,” Janus groaned. He glanced at Pat only to see him hiding his very red face in his hands. Janus blinked. “Oh,” he said. “You got him, Remus.” Janus was surprised. He’d expected a bit more tenacity for someone with Pat’s personality. Of course, Janus was used to Remus, so that perhaps had some effect. Pat made a muffled distressed sound behind his hands and Janus raised an eyebrow. “You really got him.”

Pat flapped one hand around while still using the other to completely hide his face. “It’s just. His face. Saying that. Is weird.”

Janus could not say that he didn’t feel a slight spark of joy at seeing Pat flustered. After all, Pat’s weapon of choice had often been flirting with Janus in the past. However, he still smacked Remus on the shoulder when it looked like he was about to continue with something likely far more inappropriate. “We are here for a reason,” he reminded. He turned to consider Pat and squinted at him. “You’re coming with us, I’ve decided. I don’t want to let you out of my sights. Don’t,” he said empathically turning to Remus as the man opened his mouth once more.

Pat had mostly recovered, though his cheeks were just a bit pink still. “Yeah,” he said. “I’ll go with you. Where do we start?”

Janus glanced at his timepiece. “It’s not showing up on our trackers yet.”

“It messed with your tracker last time,” Pat pointed out.

“I know,” Janus said. “Which means it could be another fake one or whatever is causing it hasn’t started yet. If things start going wrong, but it still doesn’t show on our radar, it’s almost certainly a fake one, but some of the fake ones haven’t blocked our technology.”

“Here, I can check,” Pat said.

“Please don’t pull out an iPhone,” Janus begged.

Pat stuck out his tongue at him, and then smiled. He reached for the bracelet on his wrist and twisted it back and forth a few times before pressing his palms together. He glanced around them quickly to make sure no one around them was watching and then peeled apart his palms like he was miming reading a book.

“What the fuck is that, and how do I get one?” Remus asked immediately. It was innocuous, whatever it was. If someone from this time caught a glimpse of the display, they’d likely assume it was a trick of the light, but staring right at it, Janus could tell it was a map of the surrounding areas with a softly glowing blue light marking their current location. Janus could see no screen or origin of a hologram. It looked like the image was drawn onto the man’s palms, but as he watched, the image shifted to zoom out.

“There doesn’t seem to be anything major yet,” Pat said wiggling his fingers a bit. The display changed slightly to some sort of colorful overlay Janus did not understand. Pat hummed. “Did you two come from that building recently?” he asked nodding at it.

“Yes,” Janus replied. “How do you know?”

“There’s sometimes a slight temperature change when people time travel,” Pat explained. “I can read it on here.” He tilted his head. “There also seems to be a big enough temperature change in a church a few blocks away that could indicate time travel. Want to check it out?”

“We might as well,” Janus agreed.

“And if it’s nothing, we can get drunk on the communion wine!”

“He’s going to get immediately struck by lightning,” Janus said.

Chapter 18

“If we see anyone,” Janus said as they entered the church. “You keep your mouth shut. Do you understand me? Remus, do you understand me?”

Remus immediately turned to Pat. “You know, I didn’t grow up Catholic,” he said to Pat who looked at him in confusion. “So the first time I ever entered a Catholic church, you can’t blame me for being a little confused about the whole cabinet thing with a wall between them. After all, everyone was singing about glory to god and what not. So I…”

Janus slapped him. “This is why you were almost burned at the stake yesterday.”

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My mentor, my idol; Freddie Mercury x teen reader

*Author’s note*

Hey guys well here’s a new update. Now before you all read this next chapter of the Rock Angel I want to point out something, this is ANOTHER past chapter so for all you newcomers here, this takes place before you reader-chan become the Rock Angel (well truthfully for this chapter it’s a bit of both). Now on the BoRhap/Queen masterlist I’ve got this in order of how to read it so if you want to do a binge reading of this series that has helped me bond with so many users on tumblr in my 3 years since getting Tumblr, be my guest :)

Plus I’ve been wanting to do this chapter for LITERALLY FOREVER. To really show more of Freddie’s bond with you as the Rock Angel both before and after you become said Rock Angel. I REALLY wanted to showcase that so I hope I did for any Freddie stans out there ;)

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*Feb. 2nd, 1981*

It kinda felt strange not going back to the studio anymore. After a 4 month internship, I was once again back in college with that internship with Miami and Queen under my belt. I was currently working on some homework (now that Adam had been kicked out of the apartment so that he could live with that bimbo).

As I was writing out my answer to a question, my phone rang. I stood up from the living room and picked up the phone.

“Hello?”

‘(Y/n).’ I smiled softly.

“Hi Freddie.”

‘Hello my little Rock angel.’ I shook my head at the nickname.

“So what’s the occasion for this phone call?”

‘What? Can’t a fabulous superstar call one of the best interns he and his bandmates have ever had?’

“Freddie you know I’m no longer your intern anymore.”

‘I know. But seriously darling. I miss you. We all do.’ I placed my hand over my heart.

“I miss you guys too. My days are quite boring now with just school and homework.”

‘Of course it’s boring darling because I’m not around you anymore.’ We both chuckled.

“You are so ridiculous.” I laughed.

‘But you know you love me.’

“I do Freddie. Very much. Truthfully, I wish the summer would come faster. I want to be with you guys again. To tour with you guys again.”

‘(Y/n) dear.’

“Yeah?”

‘You don’t have any plans this Saturday do you?’

“I mean I was gonna study for an exam I’ve got next Tuesday, why do you ask?”

‘Now I don’t want you to ask any questions, but come over to my place for a while. I want to do something.’

“Freddie what are you planning?”

‘I just told you, you can’t ask any questions!’ He chuckled. I shook my head.

“Right sorry. Umm……I don’t know Fred, I mean this exam is pretty important to this class.”

‘Come on. To make up for it I’ll send Brian and Deacy over to your place on Sunday to help you study.’ I did an internal debate in my head, weighing the pros and cons before I finally said.

“What time do you want me to come over?” I heard him cheer on the other side of the phone before he told me to be at his house at exactly high noon. I agreed and with that he reminded me to not be late or else he’d have Roger tickle me till the next generation.

The week went by fairly quickly and soon it was Saturday. I was thankful that this time around we had some sunny weather (between the cloudy or rainy weather, sunny days are rare in the mid-winter here in England). So I grabbed my keys and my helmet and proceeded to head out to Freddie’s place.

It took a while to get there (thanks London traffic) but just 2 minutes till noon, I finally arrived at Freddie’s place at Garden Lodge.

After getting access into the gate and parking my bike at the entrance, I walked across the front garden and walked up to the front door. I rang the doorbell and soon opening the door was the frontman himself.

“Ahh (y/n) darling. You managed to just get here just in the nick of time. I was just about to call blondie and let him know his new task.”

“Hilarious Fred.” I sassed back sarcastically as he allowed me inside.

I was—amazed at the inside of it. It was—huge! But beautiful. Like those mansions you see on the telly or in a James Bond film. There were expensive vases standing on a few pillars, tons of artwork and architecture that looked like they came out from ancient Japan, and almost everywhere there was some hint of yellow coloring in the walls.

Suddenly I felt something rub against my leg. I looked down and there was an orange tabby cat at my feet. He sniffed my right foot before rubbing his head against it and collapsing on the floor as he continued to rub against my shoe.

“Oscar, behave yourself we have company!” Freddie scolded. “I’m so sorry darling Oscar’s been getting this habit of wanting to rub up against people’s feet.”

“It’s no trouble at all Freddie, really.”

“I—I hate to ask this but you aren’t—allergic to cats are you?”

“Oh no not at all. I love cats.” I knelt down which startled Oscar for a second. I reached my hand out for him and he gently sniffed it before going in and rubbing against my finger, begging to be petted.

“Oh that’s good. I really do hate having to lock them up whenever I have guests that are allergic. Tiffany and Romeo especially hate it. Always wanting to mingle with everyone they meet, so don’t be surprised if they come up to you and want to sleep on your lap.”

“Thanks for the heads up.”

“Now then, if you’ll follow me we can begin our training.” He walked off without another word. Wait what?

“Training?” I said as I stood up following behind Freddie.

We now stood before a large music room with a grand piano (the very piano that goes on tour with them), a record player in the corner with a bunch of vinyl’s surrounding it.

“Freddie? Fred? Did-did you just say training?”

“Yes my darling, your training begins now.”

“What training?”

“What training?” he mocked me in a posh tone before stating firmly again, “Your rise to stardom training of course.”

“What?”

“Am I going deaf or something? I said—”

“No I heard you Fred, it’s just…..why?”

“Because (y/n) dear, you once said it was your dream to one day be amongst the greatest rock and rollers.”

“Yeah. A dream. Only in my dreams will that happen.”

“You sell yourself short darling.”

“No Fred, I’m logical about this. Because I know it’s true. I—can you honestly see someone like me up on stage?” his brow furrowed at my statement.

“Come with me.” He grabbed my hand and dragged me over to the bathroom where a large mirror stood over the vanity. “Look in the mirror and tell me who you see?”

“I see you.”

“Alright smartass, besides the fabulous me.”

“I—I see a girl who has too much imperfections, who sees why her douche of an ex-boyfriend dumped her for a slutty bimbo, and……”

“Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop!” he tutted. “What was that?”

“The truth?” I said perplexed.

“No. That. That was bullshit. That’s not what I see when I look at you.”

“And just what do you see?” I demanded. Freddie pressed himself against me, leaning his head on top of mine as his arms wrapped around me.

“Who I see before me; is a strong young woman.” I scoffed. “I’m serious darling. You have been through so much shit in your life and yet you still stand before the world with your head held high and your heart open. Anyone who started off like you would’ve ended up either as a delinquent or cold-hearted. But you—you’ve managed to hold on to your sanity.”

He removed himself from me and continued as he now began to brush my hair back and even braid a few strands together.

“Not only that but I see a woman who can change the way music can be.”

“You really think so?”

“Trust me darling. You could be the next Gladys Knight, Stevie Nick, Aretha Franklin, you know how much I love Aretha. You could be up in the big leagues with them. Pouring your heart and soul out to the world through your songs. Showing people that even through hardships, they can still find the light at the end of the tunnel.” He finished the braid and placed his hands on my shoulders as he leaned his head against mine once more.

“But how can I when I can barely stand before you and the guys when you asked me to sing ‘Set it all free’ for you guys?”

“That takes time. Believe me darling you think that Queen’s first gig was with the number of people we’ve got now? Oh no. Every good performer starts off small before gradually getting bigger and bigger. And any artist that says they weren’t scared at their first gig, is a dirty, rotten liar. Back when Queen had their first gig in Truro city hall, I was scared shitless.”

“Get outta town.”

“No, no it’s true. You ask Rog and he’ll tell you that I nearly forgot the lineup for the songs we were going to sing. And Brian will tell you that I mixed up some of the lyrics to Keep yourself alive.” I shook my head.

“I don’t believe you.”

“But it’s true though.”

“But you always seem so confident on stage Fred. I—I’d give anything to have that kind of bravery on stage.”

“Well darling, believe it or not I’m not like that all the time.”

“Okay now I know you’re lying. I’ve seen how you act—”

“Ah tut, tut, tut. That’s only because I act that way towards people I really trust. Which includes you. Any other time like for interviews or TV appearances, all I want is to just go home and be with my furbabies.” I turned to fully face him and I asked him.

“Then how do you do it? How can you find the courage to get up on that stage almost every night?”

“Because of the audience. Most performers want to just put on a show but not make every single person out there a part of it. To make them feel like they too can influence the performance. As Queen, we make them feel like we belong to them and not the other way around. Plus it gives them a chance to get a taste of the heavens whenever we’re on stage.”

God……never would I guess that the Freddie Mercury could be a shy person, only to reveal his fun side to only those he was really close to and trusted with his life.

“Now darling answer me this; what helps you break out of your shell? I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.” I looked down embarrassed.

“You’ll probably think it’s silly.”

“Try me.” He challenged. I looked up at him and his brown eyes shined with a serious intent. I exhaled heavily and muttered.

“It’s…..it’s dancing.”

“Dancing?” he questioned.

“Yep. Specifically when I can sing and dance.” Then the worst thing I had imagined came true, Freddie actually began laughing. I crossed my arms over my chest and said, “You said you wouldn’t laugh!”

“I’m sorry darling. Believe me I’m not laughing at you.” he said through his giggles.

“Then why are you still doing it?!”

“Because you and Deacy are more alike than you give yourself credit for.” I then let out a couple of coughs into his fist trying to rid of his laughter. “He told me the same thing comforts him whenever we go up on stage. Why do you think he does all those funky little dance moves of his? And you have seen him at parties right? Get some alcohol into him and a disco beat and you’ve got the concoction for Freaky Disco Deacy.”

I softly laughed to myself remembering all the times when Deacy did get a little shitfaced and he’d be dancing all crazily. Guess the two Leicester siblings have a lot more in common with each other.

“Now darling, what songs get you on your feet?”

“Well, I have always been a fan of Stevie Wonder’s ‘Don’t you worry about a thing’. I guess it’s the Latin vibes he puts into the song. Back then I never believed an artist could take another culture into their music, that’s really what inspired me to get into music in the first place.”

“But we do that too darling remember?”

“Well yes but to be fair the song came out before ‘A Night at the Opera’ when you guys really took in Opera, Folk song, and hard rock.” Freddie shrugged in agreement.

“Okay, so let me hear you sing it.”

“What?”

“You heard me darling.” God he really was persistent. But there’s no way out of this. I walked towards the piano and I said as I pointed out to it.

“May I…..”

“Absolutely darling.” I sat down at the bench and had an inner fangirl moment. Seriously how many people, like me, can say that you’re allowed to play Queen’s tour piano?

I played a couple of keys trying to find the right range I wanted to sing the song in. Tuning the piano as best I could before I took a deep breath and slowly began playing a ballet like-introduction. I turned to Fred who came to sit down beside me and he nodded telling me to start singing.

Softly I began singing the first verse of the song.

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Everybody's got a thing But some don't know how to handle it Always reachin' out in vain Just takin' the things not worth having

But don't you worry 'bout a thing Don't you worry 'bout a thing, mama 'Cause I'll be standin' on the side When you check it out

“Not bad for a ballet introduction to the song, but now really give me that Latin spice you love about the song.”

“Fred…..”

“No buts darling, show me those mini-Deacy moves!” he quickly raced over to his record player and took a blank record on it and insert it on the vinyl player and soon a familiar record began playing.

Yes it was like the original Stevie Wonder record but it had a more upbeat rhythm to it. This was actually a record that I had made around my first year at college for an exam. The assignment for the final was to take a song and make our own spin to it without fully replicating the song itself. So I had picked Don’t you worry bout a thing and I managed to get a B+ as the final grade.

“Wait….how did you get this?!” I asked. “Did you steal this from my record collection!?!”

“You wound me darling of course I didn’t. It was Brian.” I glared at him. “Okay so Rog and I might’ve played it at your house last time you invited us over and he might’ve swiped it secretly so we could listen to it more. But darling this is brilliant and how dare you not share with us that you already made a spin of a fairly good song! So in truth it’s your fault it got borrowed.”

“You guys are gonna give me grey hairs very early.” I muttered.

“Don’t be so dramatic darling. You’re going to be an ageless beauty. Now stand up and give me your best moves. Less you want me to join you!” He pulled me up from the bench and spun me around till once again my back was against his front.

“No! Okay Fred I’ll—I’ll do something. But it’ll be……awkward actually performing my version in front of someone.”

“Little piece of advice for you darling that I once gave Deacy when he first joined Queen, for now pretend I’m not even here. Just allow the music to take control. Perform as you would in your bedroom. There’s no judgement from me.”

He spun me once again so that now I was away from him and he sat down at once of the loveseats near the piano. As the next verse began to play, I felt the music take over my body as my hips began to slowly shake from side to side and I sung the next verse.

This time feeling a bit more confident as my dancing became ore confident. I even threw my voice around from upper to lower register on the vocalizations. Swinging my hips, sashaying my shoulders and moving my head around.

They say your style of life's a drag And that you must go other places Just don't you feel too bad When you get fooled by smiling faces

Don't you worry 'bout a thing Don't you worry 'bout a thing, baby 'Cause I'll be standing on the side When you check it out When you get off your trip

Don't you worry 'bout a thing Don't you worry 'bout a thing My dancing continued to get more passionate as my version of my favorite Stevie Wonder song began to take over me and I really tested my voice to hit the high soprano range I was once praised at during my last few years of secondary school.

When I reached the vocalization part of it, I just let my voice waver both up and down before finally hitting the highest note I could reach.

Everybody needs a change A chance to check out the new, yeah You're the only one to sees The changes you take yourself through Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, ooh!

In the future I’ll never know how it happened, but somehow I had managed to break a glass flower vase that sat at the other end of the room. As soon as we both heard that vase burst, I stopped singing and let out a shriek of fear.

“Oh my god Fred I-I-I-I’m sorry I’ve never once hit that note that high before I didn’t……”

“Seems Rog better watch out, there’s a new dog whistle register in town. And her name is (Y/n) (l/n)!” he jumped up from his seat and twirled me around in his arms.

“Freddie, Freddie put me down!” I laughed out. “So you’re not mad at your broken vase?”

“Oh never mind that darling, I just bought it cause it looked good, what’s really important is those secret pipes of yours that you have been hiding from us! Are you certain you’re not some ethereal being in human form?”

“No Freddie I’m all mortal.”

“Fuck, cause I swear it was really like listening to an angel. And your dancing ugh! Darling those people who call themselves experts especially in the Latin style of dancing better watch out. Both in his generation and in generations to come.”

“Stop it, you’re making me flustered!” I shied away.

“Never darling. I only speak the truth. You’ve got the moves, the talent, the skill, a little more work on the self-confidence and soon enough you’ll be up performing on stage in no time.”

“You really think so?”

“Darling, by the time you reach stardom, Stevie Wonder himself will be calling you up to perform his song with you together. Now what say we keep working on your stage presence?”

“Sure!”

“That’s my rock angel!” after embracing each other tightly, Freddie soon taught me all that he knew about how to command your audience and interact with them. How to make sure each one of them was just as special as the people in the first 4 rows were.

And how to most of all, have fun on stage.

*FF fall of 1981*

Freddie must’ve been psychic or something because shortly after everyone knew of the Rock Angel, and after fully performing my version of Stevie’s song. One guest at the part happened to be one of the Saxophone players for Stevie Wonder himself.

On a little show in America known as Saturday Night Live, Stevie Wonder was asked to be the special guest performer but he had asked the show that if it would be okay if two performers could play. NBC agreed and that’s when I got the call to perform alongside the man himself.

It was in the middle of a live show and I decided that for this special performance, I wanted to fully embrace the Latin vibe this song had.

So I was wearing a red bodysuit. It was skin tight and it exposed my stomach in a diamond shape from my ribs to my lower stomach. The suit was dazzling with sparkles, the sleeves crossed over around my neck in an X and I wore high heeled shoes that were used in Latin dance competitions.

My long hair was volumized and moussed up, and my eyes were given some special red sparkles to make my eyes pop. It was like I was a full Latin dancer performing on stage.

As I sang the rest of the song, I had finally gotten my whole body into the dancing and I got the audience to sing along to the last part (they had also been clapping along the entire song). I would occasionally look towards Stevie Wonder at the electric piano, and all he had was a wide smile spread across his face.

At the ‘papa-papa’s’ I soon began to do a Cha-Cha step backwards while having my hands up like I was in a boxing position. I would move my front arm to the beat two times before Cha-Chaing to show my other side and doing the same thing.

The audience was loving it as I made my dancing as sassy as I could, doing the wave with my shoulders and doing that sassy head movement.

Don't you worry 'bout a thing (A-a-ayy) Don't you worry 'bout a thing (A-a-ayy) Don't you worry 'bout a thing (A-a-ayy) Don't you worry 'bout a thing (A-a-ayy)

Oh! Pa-pa-p, pa-pa-pa-pa Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa Pa-pa-p, pa-pa-pa-pa Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa

Don't you worry Don't you worry 'bout a thing, mama

'Cause I'll be standin' (I'll be standin' for you) Ooh, ooh, whoa Don't you worry 'bout a thing!

After hitting out that high note, and throwing my head back striking a pose the entire studio audience, the actors and even some of the stagehands were applauding for me. Through my heavy breathing, I looked around to see the audience applauding as loudly as they would at a concert arena, I turned to Stevie who clapped along with his backup band and backup singers.

Stevie came down to me and that’s when the guest host came up and closed off the show.

“Stevie Wonder and the rising star of England, (Y/n) (l/n) the Rock Angel! That is it for our show I’m Bernadette Peters, goodnight everyone!” I hugged both Stevie and Bernadette who both congratulated me on a job well done.

*Freddie’s POV*

As the credits rolled on the TV screen, I winked and said.

“That’s my Rock Angel.”

“Not bad for her first TV performance.” Deacy said.

“I just hope she doesn’t fall off the rock wagon and end up as one of those pop divas.” Roger said.

“Oh you rotter, let her be what she wants to be.” I bragged.

“She did phenomenal though. And with Stevie Wonder no less. He’s particularly picky about who sings his songs.” Brian said.

“Indeed.” Another voice spoke up. We all turned around and coming into the room was his majesty David Bowie. “So….that was the Rock Angel you never cease to stop talking Freddie?” he asked.

“It is indeed. What did you think of her David dear?” I asked.

“She’s talented. Far beyond her years.” He said with a grin.

“She’s our little protégé.” Said Brian.

“Oh no, no, no, no. She’s much too good for you lot.” David teased.

“Boys, we’re ready to continue with the song. David, we can start with your part first.” Said one of the producers peeking into the reck room. Deacy turned off the telly as David left the room to record our newest song he was working with us on. All the while, my thoughts kept going back to our special girl who was already making a name for herself since her performance in Madison Square Garden.

My little Rock Angel. She truly was flying high into the spotlight, and I’m honored that I could help her gain the confidence I knew she had in her. I knew at this rate, she was only gonna get bigger and bigger.

And I was gonna be sure to see every achievement she would get because she was my little Rock Angel

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Midterm Week- All Time Low Fanfiction

Alex is under the weather during midterm week. College AU. Word Count: 2120

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“Dude, I fucking hate midterm week, why do we have to have big exams in the middle of the semester? Aren’t our finals enough?” Jack asked, as he walked back to his dorm with two of his suitemates, Rian and Zack.

“I guess not. I hate how intense the workload gets in this week of the semester,” Zack replied.

“I do, too, but it could be worse, we could be Alex right now,” Rian pointed out, making them all laugh some.

“Rian’s right, it seems like Alex’s midterms have been rough, he’s been staying up until, like, three in the morning every night for the past week. I’m actually a bit worried about him,” Jack explained, as they finally reached their building.

Once they walked in, they made their way over to the elevator, so they could ride up to the fifth floor.

“Honestly, same here, it seems like he’s really pushing himself,” Rian replied.

The ride upstairs was silent after this, and once they got to their floor, they went over to their suite. Jack opened up the door and let them in, and when they walked in, they saw Alex sitting on the couch in the living room.

He had a thick blanket wrapped around his shoulders, and he was staring at his laptop. Jack could see that he looked very stressed out and exhausted, which only concerned him more.

“Hey Alex, how’s your studying going?” Zack asked, as the three of them all sat down in the living room.

“Oh, hey guys, what’s up? I’ve been studying for the same exam for the past two hours, and all of it still makes almost no sense. I started to get a headache from looking at my screen, which has just made it harder to focus,” Alex explained, his voice a bit raspy.

“Maybe you should take a little break, the fact you made your head hurt so much isn’t good,” Rian replied.

“Nah, I don’t need to do that, it’s just a headache. Besides, I’ve still got so much to do before I can sleep tonight, so I’d rather just get it all done at this point,” Alex replied, coughing some.

“Are you sure you can’t just call it a night now? You sound and look like you’re getting sick,” Jack continued.

“I don’t feel the greatest, but it’s not a big deal, I’ll be okay, since I kind of have to be. It’s midterm week, I don’t have time to sleep off a cold, or whatever this is. Once this week is over, I’ll be able to take better care of myself again. I think I’m gong to go in my room and study for now. You can go in whenever, Jack, I just want to sit at my desk since all of my books are there,”

Alex grabbed his laptop and blanket, then made his way into the room he shared with Jack.

“He’s going to burn himself out. Well, more than he already has,” Zack stated, as Rian turned on the TV.

“You’re probably right about that, dude. I think tomorrow is his last cray busy day, so hopefully he’ll try to get some rest after that,” Jack replied.

“I hope so. Oh, I meant to tell you guys, I won’t be here after class tomorrow, I’m going home for the weekend,” Rian stated.

“I am, too. I forgot that tomorrow is already Friday, I meant to mention that earlier in the week,” Zack added.

“That sounds nice. I guess I’ll be staying here with Alex, and make sure that he takes care of himself and rests this weekend,” Jack replied, as Rian put on a show that they all liked.

After about an hour, Jack decided that he should go into his room for the night, since he had some work to get done. Also, he wanted to try to encourage Alex to sleep at a reasonable time that night.

“See you guys in the morning,” Jack said to Rian and Zack, as he got up, and went into his room.

Alex was sitting at his desk, working on something at his laptop.

“Hey, dude, how’s the studying going?” Jack asked, taking a seat at his desk.

“It’s alright. I stopped studying for my Art History exam about twenty minutes ago, and I’ve been trying to look up graduate school programs ever since. I have to turn in some information abut five programs by midnight tonight, and I’ve only gotten one fully done so far,” Alex explained, breaking into a small coughing fit.

“I see, do you want any help with that? Maybe I can research a couple different programs and find the information you need to turn in for your class,” Jack offered.

“I appreciate you wanting to help me, but I think this is something that I have to do on my own, since I could end up going to one of these schools in a couple of years,”

“No problem, is there anything else I can do for you? I just don’t want you to have to stay up super late to do homework again like you’ve been doing all week,”

“I don’t think I have anything that’s just busywork that you could do for me. Everything I have to do is kind of big, so I really need to do it. I’ll be okay, I can function on just a few hours of sleep,”

“I know you think you can, but that doesn’t mean that you should. You seem exhausted, and you really don’t sound good,”

“I’ll be okay, it’s just a cold. I’m hoping that I’ll be able to rest a lot and sleep this shit off this weekend, but I just have too many important things to worry about right now,” Alex explained with a sneeze.

“If you say so. Hey, Rian and Zack are both going home for the weekend. Maybe since it’ll just be the two of us, we can have a fun, relaxing weekend together here,”

“That sounds great, but don’t feel like you have to spend the whole weekend with me. If there’s a cool party that you want to go to, don’t let me stop you from going,”

“I don’t think there’s any good parties this weekend, and I wouldn’t want to go solo anyway,”

“Oh, okay, sounds good then. Hey, I’d love to keep talking, but I really have to get a lot of shit done, do you mind if we stop this conversation, and I put my headphones in?” Alex asked, already pulling his headphones out of his backpack.

“Yeah, no worries, man. Good luck with your homework and studying,” Jack replied, opening up an assignment on his computer.

Over the next couple of hours, the two of them worked on various assignments. As time went on, Jack could tell that Alex’s coughing was getting worse, which worried him some. He hoped that Alex would be able to get a decent amount of sleep that night, since he had a couple of tests and a presentation the next day, but Jack knew that this was unlikely.

Once it was close to one, Jack decided to call it a night, figuring he could use the weekend to finish up the things he had left to do. Jack packed up his backpack, then quickly got ready to go to sleep. Alex watched Jack crawl into his bead and forced himself to get up and turn off the overhead light and use his desk lamp instead.

Jack checked a few things on his phone before putting it down and closing his eyes. As he started to drift off, he hoped that Alex would be able to get some rest soon.

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“I’m so glad that midterms are over now, this midterm week really sucked. I don’t think I’ve ever been so excited to go home and be with my family,” Rian said as he walked through the aisles of the grocery store right off campus with Zack and Jack.

“Me too, dude. I’m glad we all came here first, though. I really need some caffeine for the drive home,” Zack replied.

“It sounds like you guys are going to have nice weekends. Hopefully, Alex will actually rest now that everything is finally over. I didn’t sleep much last night because he kept coughing, and he ended up staying up until almost four,” Jack explained, grabbing some canned soup to take back for Alex.

“That sounds awful for both of you. I hope he feels better over the weekend,” Zack stated.

“Same here, that’s why I got all of this stuff. I think I’m ready to go, if you two are,” Jack decided, looking through his basket to make sure he had everything he wanted.

The three of them went over to the self-checkouts, and quickly purchased everything they got, then they walked out to their cars.

“I’ll see you guys Sunday night,” Zack said to his friends.

“You guys be safe driving home,” Jack replied.

“Will do, good luck with Alex,” Rian added, as the three of them got into their cars.

Jack listened to his favorite album as he drove back to his dorm. In just minutes he pulled into the parking lot, then grabbed his groceries, before walking in and going up to his floor. He was fairly certain that Alex was done with his classes for the day, since it was pretty late in the afternoon, so he expected to see Alex when he got to the dorm.

As Jack walked off of the elevator, he searched in his pockets for his key, and found it right as he got to his door. When he walked in, he saw Alex laying on the couch under a blanket, watching something on the TV.

“Hey Alex, how’re you doing?” Jack asked, setting the groceries down on the counter.

“Not great, I feel terrible,” Alex replied in a raspier voice.

“Yeah, I bet. How were your exams and that presentation?”

Jack took a seat at the end of the couch as Alex sat up some.

“It was all okay, I guess. My voice sounded just like this during my presentation, so I bet I’m going to get points off for not speaking clearly, since my professor is an asshole like that. My philosophy exam went well, but it was all multiple choice, and we went over all of the questions in class the last time we met. The Art History exam didn’t go so well, though,” Alex explained.

“Why do you say that?”

“Well, that’s the stuff I was trying to study last night when I had that killer headache, so I didn’t retain a lot of it. I don’t think I failed, but I definitely didn’t do as well if I would’ve if I didn’t feel so awful,”

Alex coughed some, then drank the water he had on the coffee table.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll have other opportunities throughout the semester to boost your grade from whatever it is now. I’m glad you’re done with everything for a bit, so you can just rest and relax this weekend,”

“I actually have more shit that I should really work on, but I don’t think I’ll be able to focus, since my brain is so annoyingly preoccupied with how bad I’m feeling,”

“I get what you’re saying, but I think that you really just need to rest for a bit. I know you want to be productive and get a lot done, but just let yourself relax for the weekend. Having a cold doesn’t make you weak, or whatever, it just means that you need some time off from working so hard,” Jack stated.

“I guess you’re right, I definitely don’t want to overdo it or anything. Thanks for talking some sense into me, man,”

Alex smiled some in thanks, which Jack returned.

“No problem, man. I don’t have too much to worry about this weekend, so I’m going to stay here with you, and do what I can to help you feel better. I went to the grocery store right after class and picked up some soup and stuff for you,”

“Thanks, Jack, I really appreciate that,” Alex said, before coughing more.

“No problem. Why don’t we go back to watching what you had on earlier, so you can rest your voice some?” Jack suggested.

“Sounds good, there’s a South Park marathon on right now, if that’s cool with you,”

“That sounds great, let’s watch it!”

Alex turned on the TV up some, and they began to watch the episode that had just started. Both of them were glad that they could spend the weekend together if it be spent entirely on the couch.

A/N: Hey guys, I got the idea for this from a quote prompt blog!! I've still got quite a few ideas to work with, but please send in requests if you have them!! I love writing what you all want to read, so please send in ideas if you've got them! Thanks for reading, it really means the world. Lots of love, Liv.

#Alex Gaskarth #Jack Barakat #Rian Dawson #Zack Merrick #ATL #all time low #sickfic #atl sickfic #atlsickfic

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When was the last time you changed your opinion on somebody? A few days ago I found out that someone I probably know (but is anonymous) filed a complaint towards another person that I also know for acting indecently towards the complainant. I always knew that person had a...vibe, but I just didn’t know it was going to be the worst vibe possible. I never want to see them ever again because I might actually kick them. When did you last change your opinion on a situation? I haven’t changed my opinions in a while... literally what I can only remember is listening to a few Billie Eilish songs and accepting that she has some okay music lmaoooo, and this was a few months ago. Why did you last visit the doctor? My left eye was acting up so I wanted to have it checked before the lockdown that we all knew was going to happen. What was the last thing that made you feel proud and why? Finishing my thesis. Because duh, I actually did it? Do you like salt? Sure, it makes a lot of food more delicious.

Do you feel uncomfortable when people you hardly know confide in you? Honestly yes. I pride myself on being a good listener, but it doesn’t mean I’m comfortable with listening to everyone. I prefer keeping that opportunity to my close friends. I suppose it’s flattering when people I’m not close to see me as trustworthy, but if I had it my way I wish they went to another person instead. Have you ever regretted what you said in drunken conversation once sober? Sometimes. Is there anything coming up which you're dreading? I’m a little afraid of the period following graduation because it’ll be the first time in 18 years that I’m not in school, and it’ll be such a crazy transition. Let’s hope it doesn’t eat me alive. Anything you're looking forward to? Also the period after graduation, because yay adult life and independence and no more exams and stuff. Idk, lots of mixed feelings about it obviously. Do you ever do tedious tasks just to keep your mind occupied? Yes. It actually really helps and I like having things to do when there’s conflict or tension going on in my personal life. Have you ever lived with somebody with truly repulsive habits? Nah, I don’t think that about my family. Repulsive traits sure, but not habits. Do you tend to say things because they're appropriate not because you mean them? Sometimes, and it’s usually to be polite and/or nice. It costs nothing to tell someone you like someone’s dress or makeup or shirt, and you can even help make their day. What was the last thing to perplex you? Probably some stupid, nonsensical thing Duterte said in one of his addresses. What was the last thing to fascinate you? I rewatched Beyoncé’s Homecoming on Netflix and everything about it fascinated me, as always. I will neverrrr get tired of watching her concerts; she always puts so much love and effort and soul into each show. What was the last thing to annoy you? I don’t feel like getting into it. When did you last work your socks off fruitlessly? A few months ago, in the earlier stages of making our thesis. Andrew and I would often bust our asses into the night, tweaking and researching and editing, and submit our work feeling proud of it only for it to be thrown back at us with a million comments and corrections in bloody red ink. I feel like we got a record number of sermons and unaccepted drafts compared to other students, so it just made me detached from my thesis altogether and in the end I mostly finished it for the sake of finishing it. I’m proud of finishing it of course, but I’m no longer passionate about it like I used to be, and I doubt I’ll ever bring it up in future conversations unless someone asks. When did your hard work last pay off? Today, in the final stages of our thesis. I really wish I loved it more, though. What is a word you hate? Grind makes me uncomfortable lol Do you have a favourite childrens book? Sure. If yes, what is it? Corduroy. I would go to the school library to read it almost everyday; I never got tired of it. I also really liked Tikki Tikki Tembo because his whole name was so fun to pronounce haha. When did you last feel a need to be alone? Last week when it rained and it was cold for the first time in months. The weather made me feel ~some type of way~ and I stayed in my room all day. I wasn’t sad, I really just wanted to savor the weather by myself. When did you last "need" to be around people? Right now. I’ve increasingly been feeling this way by the day.

Have you ever been in a job where you didn't fit in with your co-workers? Not a job, but this was me during my experience applying for a local chapter of an international youth org called AIESEC. I really thought I could fake my way in and I was adamant at first because I like what the org does and besides, AIESEC looks really good on a resumé; but it’s one of the rare times that even faking it didn’t cut it for me. I was miserable and no one talked to me every time I hung out in their lounge, and their org culture was so different from what I’m used to with my home org. I didn’t last long and I ghosted the application process after a month. What do you do to "expand" your mind? For me that’s always best achieved by trying out new things, so I make it a point to have brand-new experiences every time I can. When did you last REALLY want to go out but couldn't for whatever reason? LOL. March to present. Do you need a wee right now? I do not. Is there a certain noise/sound which scares you? Yeah, loud ‘DUN’ sounds that come with jumpscares, the Windows XP shutdown sound is also weirdly scary to me, and people yelling when they’re drunk. The last one particularly reminds me of fights at home. When did you last eat sweeties? Idk what you mean by sweeties, but the last time I had anything sweet was this afternoon when my dad made churros with a chocolate dip. Do you have a favourite micro-organism? No lol What was the last thing to upset you? The recent news about a wrestler, Shad Gaspard, who was reported missing after he got swept out to sea while at the beach with his family. He told rescuers to save his kid first, but they were never able to find him after. They tried to look for him for several hours but eventually, they called the search off and now he’s presumed to have died. It’s very sad and heavy and a lot to take in. He was one of my favorites growing up because he was in a hilarioussssss tag team with another guy, JTG, and both of them were always so entertaining. It sucks, and 2020 continues to suck. What was the last thing to make you happy? Like I said, I watched Homecoming earlier. Beyoncé always puts me in a better mood, so there’s that. Have you ever eaten chocolate for breakfast? Just hot chocolate. I’ve never eaten like a chocolate bar or anything similar. Do you like balloons? They’re admittedly fun, but I know they can also be harmful to the environment so I don’t buy or use them if it’s even remotely unnecessary to. Out of the people you know, whose birthday is next? Laurice. Does that person have any plans to celebrate their birthday? I’m sure their family has something planned out inside their house, but obviously they can’t celebrate by going out for now. Do you enjoy swimming? Yes. When will you next go to the beach? I have no clue. When at the beach do you like to swim in the sea? Ugh man. Awful timing for these questions... yeah I guess. But I don’t want to think about that now. If you have pet fish do you bother to name them? When I was a kid I did name each of my goldfish. Do you like adventure games like Monkey Island and Diskworld? No. Did you ever read the Terry Pratchet "Disk World" books? I did not. If yes to the question above, what are they like? Have you had to change a nappy lately? Nope, no babies around here. Would you like a holiday about now? Not really. It’s not like I can celebrate it or go for a vacation. What's stopping you from going on holiday right now? So tired of saying it every time. If you know you know. Do you keep your eggs in the fridge? Yes, we do. Have you ever owned chickens? Nope. Super common to just see chickens running about the highway once you reach the province though hahaha. Do you like classical music? Some. I sometimes like listening to classical playlists when I study, but not always. When did you last listen to music? An hour ago. Have you ever seen "Canibal the Musical"? I haven’t. Are your breasts sore? Nopes.

#survey #surveys

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aileruaa · 5 years

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So... Virgil x Bart 😏 ?

You asked and so you shall receive!

Stakeouts were always moded, even moreso when the only source of light was from a full moon in 45-degree weather.

Most of the team would have considered the stakeout a win. They craved quiet nights and uneventful waiting- especially Jaime, who had a final in the morning but unfortunately drew the short end of the stick when they picked straws to see who would go on the offensive and who would stay behind as stealth. But for Bart, this was more equivalent to a punishment than a reward. He did have the option to vibrate his body at a consistent pace to keep himself warm, but that would deplete his energy and he never knew when he’d need to be on his feet.

Bart shivered from his vantage point on the roof, putting his binoculars down. His job was to watch for any suspicious activity around the abandoned mine while Jaime, Gar, and Cassie snooped around inside for any intel on the meta-human trafficking situation in New Mexico. He would have given anything to trade places with the three, but rules were rules and the straws determined who was on what squad with no take-backs.

“Hey, Kid. Pretty brick out here tonight, huh?” Virgil commented, flopping down next to Bart. He and Bart were the two stakeout buddies of the night, and he was more than ready to make the most of the somewhat leisurely time.

“Brick?” Bart raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, it’s uh- it’s local slang. It means ‘cold’.” Virgil said sheepishly.

“Could be colder,” Bart shrugged. Back in his now non-existent past, he only had a thin, battered jacket to protect him from the cold weather and the ashes falling from the sky. The cold was something he could get used to. “But this stakeout? Super boring. So not crash.”

“For you, maybe. Me? I’m totally feeling the aster.” Virgil pulled out a little index card pack full of notes for his chemistry exam tomorrow. “I haven’t been doing so well in this class. How anyone on the Team pulls good grades, I’ll never know.”

“I have good grades.” Bart grinned proudly. He wasn’t one to usually boast, but he got a kick out of teasing Virgil as opposed to his other team members. He always reacted the way Bart wanted him to.

“Yeah, well, you’ve got super speed. I saw how fast you read Crime and Punishment the other day. That’s unfair.” Virgil rolled his eyes.

“Well, woe is me, being born with amazing good looks and an even more amazing quota of intelligence.” Bart placed the back of his hand on his forehead with dramatic flair. “Got an A on that review, too.”

“Whatever, man.” Virgil playfully punched Bart’s arm.

“Okay, what if you just used your powers to create a blackout? Then you could take advantage of the confusion and take out your notes real quick.” Bart suggested, rubbing his arm.

“No, that’s totally against the rules.” Virgil sighed. “Though it’s not like I haven’t thought it.”

“Hey, maybe I could help!” Bart suggested. “I’m not doing anything, anyway. Gimme.”

He reached over to grab at Virgil’s notes, but Virgil snatched them away quickly.

“Nuh-uh. It’s just memorizing. You can’t do that for me.” But Virgil took away his notes too quickly, and the momentum was already set into motion. Bart had to keep himself from falling into his lap and knocking them over by quickly planting his hands on either side of Virgil. Both of their eyes widened.

“I, uh,” Bart felt his cheeks turning red. Virgil looked equally as flustered, frozen in place. Bart regained his senses and pulled away quickly.

“Sorry, I slipped.” Bart muttered. Virgil looked down at the building below them, and handed Bart his index cards without looking at him.

“I mean, you can still look at them, I guess.”

Bart gingerly accepted the cards, filled with Virgil’s messy handwriting and haphazardly scrawled definitions. As he did, their fingers brushed lightly. Virgil’s eyebrows shot up.

“Dude, your hands are freezing cold.” Virgil began unzipping his jacket. He didn’t notice Bart’s teeth were chattering until now.

“What are you doing?”

“You clearly need this jacket more than I do. Spandex doesn’t exactly keep a guy warm.”

Bart opened his mouth to protest, but stopped at Virgil’s earnest tone. Besides, it wasn’t everyday he got to experience a classic rom-com movie cliché. Something inside him wanted Virgil to give him his jacket.

“But then you’d be cold,” Bart pointed out.

“I’ve got a thermal shirt under this. You learn to layer when you live in Dakota City.”

Despite Bart’s weak protests and crossed arms, Virgil took his track jacket off and draped it over Bart carefully, leaning in close to make sure it would stay on.

“Thanks.”

Virgil studied Bart for a moment, taking back his cards.

“Y’know what? Blue suits you.”

Bart smiled down at the building. The jacket smelled of lavender, Virgil’s signature scent. He felt his cheeks warm up again, despite the cold wind blowing against the vantage point.

“You think so?”

“For sure. Nice change of pace from all the red and yellow.” Virgil commented, going back to his notes. But even his cheeks were dusted with a light blush. He knew wasn’t going to be able to concentrate on memorizing anything anymore, not when his heart was beating so fast that his blood was rushing to his ears.

The mission was relatively uneventful, to everyone’s surprise. They agreed to reconvene at the tower to analyze their suspiciously quiet intel the next day, as it was late by the time they ended.

“Oh yeah! How’d you do on your test, Virgil?” Cassie asked as she blocked the entrance to the tower. “You better have gotten a good grade, since you were on stakeout duty.”

Bart choked on his soda, and Virgil coughed. Cassie tilted her head, confused. She wasn’t aware of the internal panic the two of them had the same night following their little interactions.

“I don’t think I did so well.”

#young justice #young justice outsiders #young justice fic #virgil hawkins #bart allen #virgil x bart #i didnt know this was a ship but it was cool to write about!

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caffeinated-mendes · 4 years

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bel amour - a shawn mendes story (chapter 3)

masterlist

chapter one | chapter two

word count: 1.5 k

a/n: sorry i've been gone for a bit, school has gotten hectic so i'm just updating with this chapter that i wrote a very long time ago. likes and comments are always appreciated! <3

warnings: none

*if you prefer, you can read this on my ao3 or my wattpad

the exam that mila had to sit through was brutal. lea kept on giving her looks to ask for answers throughout it, but mila didn't say a word. even if lea studied, she couldn't remember things well. it was ten percent of their grade, so to say that mila wasn't a bit frazzelled during the test would be a complete lie. as they walked out of the lecture hall, lea screamed in frustration, sending worried looks to the people among them, "i definitely failed that test!"

"i sure you're fine, it was bad for me too. we'll check our scores when we get home," and so they did. both of them sat on one corner of the couch, "what did you get?" mila asked. lea looked for a second on her phone, and her face calmed.

"eighty percent, what about you?"

"see what i told you?" mila turned her head down, and looked, "eighty-two." she had a devilish smirk on her face. lea pelted her with pillows, and mila just giggled along, knowing she'd one-upped her for the thousandth time.

shawn

shawn had finished getting ready to see mila, overlooking himself in the mirror. had he overdressed? looking down at himself, he wore a black-button up with the top two buttons un-buttoned, and black skinny jeans, too. jeans were casual, but was the shirt too much? he ignored it and decided to go for it, grabbing his keys and texting mila.

do you want me to pick you up at your place? he asked, and she replied a minute later. sure. i'll send you my address :)

the trip wasn't too long, about ten minutes from his condo. mila lived in one of the apartment's that her university owned and rented out to students. shawn parked his jeep in the parking garage below and then strutted to the elevator, picking floor four. he found apartment 29 and rapped three times on the door. it opened very quickly by a girl who was not mila. she had honey colored eyes that glowed like orbs and long, curly brown hair. "shawn mendes," she said with an audible sarcastic gasp, "welcome to the peterson-hall residence. i'm lea. come on in." she opened the door.

shawn smiled, "it's nice to meet you, lea." he shook her hand awkwardly. shawn thought she was quite a character, but he liked that about her. he looked around the apartment, which had a tiny living space next to the front door, and an equally small kitchen. in front of two windows was a table for two and on the right wall were two doors. mila stepped out of the left one with a short blouse and blue washed jeans on. she wore boots for the cold weather in canada and had a jacket with her. shawn couldn't help but stare at her. mila was curved and tall, with dark hair cut past her shoulders.

her eyes shawn constantly looked at, surrounded by the freckles dotting her nose and cheeks, they were dark and almost black if you didn't look at them in the sunlight. he could tell when it was daytime in the music store that they were brown.

shawn shook the thought out of his head before anyone noticed him staring and opened the knob of the door. "ready?" mila nodded, and smiled while saying goodbye to lea, who gave shawn a strangely aggressive look.

they had gotten to his black jeep, which mila was very excited to ride in. "i love jeeps, but they take up way too much gas. can't pay for an aesthetic, i guess," she laughed as shawn hurried in front of her to open the door. mila didn't care much about chivalry but accepted the kind gesture as shawn took his seat too. "what are we getting?" she asked.

shawn turned on the engine and put the car in drive, "'dunno, what do you like?"

mila looked out the window, watching the cityscape move by them, "anything, just no seafood. i can't stand fish."

shawn grinned, "'kay, no seafood. i'll find something close. how was your day?"

"good. i got an eighty-two on my exam and went to a workshop." she smiled, putting her hands over her legs. shawn noticed how she spread them out to cover the skin. he thought it might just be an unconscious habit. he turned his attention back to the road.

"a workshop for..."

"writing. i never told you, did i? i want to be a screenwriter, and currently i'm trying to work on something to submit to any media company who will take me." mila looked ahead of them, over the traffic of toronto. "how was your day?"

"good, too," shawn thought back to the events of his day, "i wrote some of a song, just a few lyrics and then had some meetings."

"fancy meetings for famous people," mila laughed, nudging him lightly in the arm.

shawn quirked his eyebrows, shifting his gaze to her for a second, "you making fun of me?"

"no, i'm just stating how you're sounding so professional, 'meetings,"

"is there another word for meetings, mila?"

"guess not."

when they had gotten to their destination the food in the backseat had nearly been cold. shawn had immediately jumped out of the jeep and opened the trunk to reveal piles of blankets and pillows and a small stack of silverware and plates. mila followed quickly behind to see that behind the blankets was a bottle of expensive wine. mila knew her wines, if she drank, that's all she'd have. looking around, she saw they were in a clearing surrounded by woods, and the sun had already set. "shawn, you didn't have to do all this. i would've been fine with sitting at your place or mine, watching netflix."

"yes, that would be fine," he took the blankets and began to lay them across his backseat, arranging the pillows, "but i prefer to go a little over the top."

"a little?" mila grinned, "this is so sweet. seriously, no one's ever done this with me."

shawn took the plates and the take-out handing them to mila, "save the gratitude for later, let's eat."

the meal was good, but it reminded her that nothing would taste as good as the chicken her mom would make back home way too often. she longed for it. she sat with shawn, nestled in a blanket opposite from him, their long legs barely touching. they both sipped on their wine and it was enjoyable being in each others presence, not saying anything and looking up at the stars. "what's it like?" shawn suddenly says, breaking the silence.

"what's what like?" mila thought he would say, being ordinary, not famous.

shawn shifted in his spot, the back of the jeep still comfortable for mila, "your home. tell me about your city."

"well, i lived in a one-story house. it had a pool. my room wasn't too big or too small. my parents were the best parents i could ask for. whenever we didn't have something for our lunches in the mornings, my dad would run to the store at 6 am to get us what we needed. we watched tv shows together every night for months at a time." mila kept going, everything flowing out of her mouth in a string of words, "my friends would come on the weekend sometimes. we'd spend hours talking, and now they've gone off to college on different sides of the us. i live closer to some of my family now that i'm here, but i miss my parents. my house has this certain feeling. like when i step inside it, i know that i'm safe and that, that i can strip away everything that i protect myself with. when i'm home i can throw everything aside and just live in my own company."

shawn shook his head, expression somewhat happy, "that sounds amazing. i wish i could see it from your point of view, you know? feel what you're feeling."

mila nodded, "yeah," her eyes seemed to droop and shawn seemed to notice.

"want me to take you home?"

she shook her head, opening her eyes a little more, "do you want to stay here?"

"sure," shawn said almost without a second's hesitation. he scooted a little closer to her, their bodies maybe five inches apart. their socked feet touched, and mila put away her glass, and so did he. mila's heart raced a bit, but she pushed her fears away and put her arm around him, putting her head on his chest as they laid back, covered in a soft blanket. shawn took her other hand and intertwined it with his. she didn't seem to mind and she closed her eyes. as her breaths got slower, shawn seemed to count them over in his head. her eyelashes lay down on her face like petals of a flower, and the freckles surrounding them were the pollen that helped make something beautiful.

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moonraccoon-exe · 5 years

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(1) Hello Coonie! *hugs you tightly* So good to hear from you too. I had some stressful days too. I went to Berlin with my mom for a couple of days for our annual city trip and as soon as I returned I fell sick and had no voice for days. Gladly I am well again. And now the 40 degrees hot weather is killing me. It’s the hottest in Germany since we started recording the weather. But don’t wanna complain too much. Berlin was amazing. We visited the botanical garden, wich was so stunning.

(2) The cacti were blooming and the Water Lilies and they had a pond with beautiful Koi Carps. And we visited the Pergamon Museum. Sadly the huge antique pergamon altar was being restored but I got to see the beautiful Ishtar gate and the market gate of miletus. And one day I will surely get so see the altar. :3 But how are things for you? The stressful stuff over? And hopefully the heat isn’t so bad where you are. And lots of luck for you so you will be able to see the blood moon next time.

PERIDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*HUG SQUEEZES*

PERIDOT, YOU MUFFIN, IT’S YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ❤❤❤

Hewwo Peridot!!!! Happy to be answering to you again!!

Aaah, I’m sorry to hear that you had some stressful days. Lamentably those come and go and all we can do is deal with them. Sorry you had to go through that, though, it’s never comfortable or enjoyable!! Wishing you some really nice restful very wonderful days now

YOU WENT TO BERLIN AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! I know it’s just the yearly thing to you but holy shit is it a goal for me!! I bet it’s really beautiful! I’m really glad to know that you had a blast in there!

Though yet again I’m sorry to hear you fell sick and, to make it worse, you were received with such weather. I’ve heard indeed that it’s been a hellhole over there, which is super strange! You europe people are known for constant rain and cold weather, and I mean, even when it’s summer it’s no comparison to tropical countries…so to know you’ve been at 40°C!?!?! That’s HELL, not even me in a tropical country have been in that heat!!! Very close, though, and if we were at 40 I didn’t check, but it’s not usual and GODS if I MELT at 31 I can’t imagine what 40 must have felt. AND TO BE RECEIVED IN THAT HEAT RIGHT WHEN YOU FELL SICK?!?!

Holy cows, I’m sorry about that Peridot! No wonder it was super stressful days to you, it must have been awful, terrible! ;A;

What matters is that you’re doing okay now and much better. Really happy to know that!!! Your voice is back and you’re back on track hek yeh!

YOU WENT TO SEE BOTANICAL STUFF IN BERLIN I WANNA GO I WANNA GO I WANNA GOOOOOOO ASLDKJFGLKDJ LDKAJ

BLOOMING CACTI. THAT SOUNDS LIKE A DREAM, CACTI ARE SO CUTE AND ADORBS AND I LOVE THEM just don’t have them because papa said they’re usual home for spiders? and I’m TERRIBLE WITH SPIDERS KALJSDKLDGJADLK BUT I LOVE SEEING CACTI!!!

HOH!? WATER LILIES’ POND HAD KOI CARPS!?!?

I L O V E KOI CA R P S

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

It must have look SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO stunning!!!! What a breathtaking mental image, to get to see a beautiful pond with the roundish leaves idk the name in english and the lilies all over it and the adorable, beautiful, mystica Koi swimming around…AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH WHAT A BEAUTIFUL SIGHT!!!!!!!!

HOH! Pergamon Museum? Never heard of it! BETCHA IT’S GLORIOUS THOUGH, Imma look it up in better detail later on!

Aaw, sorry to hear that you didn’t get to see the huge antique altar. I guess it must be one of the main things to see, and even if not, huge and antique and altar? That sounds like something important and that I’d love to see for sure! Sorry that you missed it, but we shall take it as good that authorities are doing restoration works! c:

GASPS.

AN ISHTAR GATE!?!?!?! HOLY ROLLY MACCAROONIE THAT SOUNDS LIKE AN INCREDIBLY VALUABLE, ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL THING!!!!!!!!!!! I JUST GOOGLED IT AND IT LOOKS SO BEAUTIFUL LIKE HOLY WOWEE YOU GUYS HAVE THAT!?!?!??!?! .A.

AND THE MARKET GATE OF MILETUS!?!?!?!??!?!

HOW HAD I NEVER HEARD OF THIS MUSEUM BEFORE HOLY FUCKING MACCAROONIES THAT SOUNDS LIKE ABSOLUTE MADNESS, IT’S INCREDIBLE I CAN’T BELIEVE IT, ISHTAR GATE AND MARKET GATE OF MULETUS ALL IN THE SAME PLACE AKLSJDKLFAJGDKLGDJALGKADJGLKADGJA I CAN BARELY IMAGINE WHAT THE ALTAR LOOKS LIKE!!!!!! HOLY WOOLY ROLLY WHAAAAAAAT!!!

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AKLSDJFALKDGJDALKGJAD

*FLAILS ALL OVER THE PLACE*

PERIDOT BUDDY THAT ALL SOUNDS SOOOOOOOOOOOOO FANTASTIC AND SO VERY BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!!!! NO WONDER YOU ENJOYED BERLIN I MEAN??? AKSDJFLKAGJADKLGJADKLGJADLKGJAD THAT SOUNDS LIKE A FREAKING EPIC TIME, MUSEUMS ARE THE BEST THING EVER AND I ALREADY LOVE THE PERGAMON MUSEUM AND IT’S A GOAL NOW THANK U

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Peridot, I’m SO happy you got to go out of routine to see wonderful things and go places!!! That’s what does best to the soul, traveling, even if it’s just to other parts of the country/city you hadn’t been to before, especially so to museums and other things alike!! It’s WONDERFUL for you, I’m happy to know all of this!!

Thank you for asking how I’m doing! It’s been good but I’m getting tired really easily. I’m going into uni finally on the 5th, and I’m not THAT excited. It’s on the top 5 of the biggest/most important of latinamerica and it’s free (well, okay, 0.20 centavos which is according to internet 0.01 dollars per semester), so it’s like the absolute dream of so many people, there’s a lot that move from other states to the capital and the suburban areas (same school but it’s got like 10 campuses), which is huge because the country is huge so moving state isn’t like an hour away,some are literally 19 hours away by car, but I’m just eh?

I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m super exccited about what I’m going to learn. I’m just not on sync with everyone else? Like my bro is super proud and bragging everywhere that I’m into that school (he studied there too) and my parents are like KAJSDLKAJGDA WELCOMING CEREMONY YAAAAAAY and as happy and excited and thrilled as I am about the classes, I’m just not...in the hype? lol it’d difficult to explain

Not to say that I think about school and I get tired. Walking there, going daily, it takes me out of my routine, which is good but it wears me out mentally. I don’t know, I just...I’m really exhausted mentally and thinking about school wears me out even more. So sadly no, the stressful stuff is just starting. I hope it won’t interfere too much with my fic writing and blogging because I love it :c I want the knowledge but tihngs like homework or exams are like ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

And another good thing besides it being a super renowned school so I’m eager to learn despite everything else is that as a student of that school I get free medical, psychological, and tooth-thing services, which I think I need a lot, all three of them lol Don’t worry I’m not feeling bad or anything, but I’m underweight, my teeth don’t hurt but gods know I haven’t been to the dentist in YEARS, and there’s some stuff I’d like to talk with a psychologist just to know I’m not dragging some weight I don’t even know exists.

I don’t know if I’m not excited about school itself, or if I’m just mentally exhausted which I try to justify with not being excited? Hasdanga ah man who knows. But thank you for asking!!! :3

And thankfully no, the heat isn’t so bad!! It was bad some days like mid spring or starting summer, I don’t know, like SUPER HOT, there wer nights I couldn’t even sleep, but thankfully summer has been really rainy and very cloudy. Not going to lie, it’s still more heat than I like because I love the cold so even the ‘normal’ heat tires me and I hate it, but overall it’s been rainy and chill

BUT ANYWAYS PERIDOT

Like always I’m SUPER HAPPY to get to be replying to you yet again!!!!!!! Thank you immensely for taking the time to write to me and for letting me know what’s up!

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profound-boning · 6 years

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timestamp for A Kind of Magic; ~1790 words, deancas friendship (they’re 11), cole trenton sux, Hogwarts feels

As his first year draws to a close, Dean feels nothing but gratitude for the many wonderful things that have happened since September.

His flying skills have improved, he’s earned good grades (or, “top marks” as Professors MacLeod and Crowley are fond of saying) and had an amazing amount of fun.

Sunny afternoons by the lake, all-nighters in the Hufflepuff common room, and the best birthday party he could have imagined are at the top of the list, with his friends faces shining brightly in every memory.

The end of the year exams are similar to what Dean remembers from “regular school” but middle school was a lot different from Hogwarts. At his old school they did a lot of projects, used computers and iPads, and ate lunch in the cafeteria. Plus, he had to go home every day. Here, he gets to see his friends all the time and his classes are way more fun. Dean can do magic.

One thing that is the same is the bullies. At Dean’s old school they put kids in lockers or stole their glasses or pencils. Here, they’ll cast a spell to make your pants disappear or your books, or they’ll give you a treat that makes your tongue swell up.

Or, if you’re Christian and Cole, you stick to mean insults. Dean doesn’t believe in that “sticks and stones” mumbo jumbo anymore because words can be very hurtful.

Actually, Christian has gotten a tiny bit better. Rather, he got the talking to of his life from the professors and maybe even from his family because he’s backed off a lot. He doesn’t approach Dean at all, just glares at him or makes threatening gestures in the halls. Dean and his friends are careful to steer clear of the older Gryffindors on principle.

Cole is, unfortunately, not backing off at all and is a much more difficult to avoid.

It doesn’t make sense to Dean that Cole wants to pick on him when they’ve hardly interacted at all, but he’s accepted it. Everyone who matters is kind to him and supportive when he’s feeling down. So why worry about one jerk?

Dean would much rather focus on how many marshmallows he and Garth can fit into their mouths, what’s the craziest spell he and Kelly can find in their textbooks, and where else in the castle can he and Cas explore before the end of the year?

Cas seems to know everything about Hogwarts, which is due to a combination of having a magical family, being a curious and adventurous kid, having an equally curious and adventurous friend like Dean, and being a huge dork. Dean reminds him of that quite often, including this very morning while they are eating breakfast.

“Hey, dork, where should we go exploring today?” he asks, biting into an apple.

Rolling his eyes, Cas smiles at him. “I’m not sure yet. Let’s pick a random staircase again?” They could probably do this all seven years and not cover every single staircase, landing, and hallway in the castle—the way that the stairs constantly change makes it difficult to keep track of their progress.

“Sure thing,” Dean agrees, adding butter to his toast. “Hey, did you finish our Potions homework yet?”

“Yes,” Cas answers around the pancake in his mouth. “I had some free time,” he says defensively when Dean glares at him.

“You spend all your free time flying, not writing essays,” he says. “What gives?”

Cas laughs. “That’s true. I guess I had extra extra free time.”

Dean sighs heavily, pretending to be very put upon. “I guess I’ll have to suffer on my own, then. Waste away on this assignment.”

“You big baby,” Cas teases. “All you have to do is ask and I’ll help you.”

He leans into Cas’s shoulder. “Thanks, buddy. You’re a gem.”

“I know,” Cas says loftily. “Don’t you forget it.”

They eat some more before exiting the Great Hall, wearing jeans in celebration of the weekend. Cas is wearing a lumpy sweater—which should be weird considering it’s the end of May and fairly warm, but Cas tends to get cold more easily so it makes sense.

Their morning passes without incident, traipsing from one end of the castle to the other. Dean chose the stairs this time and led them up a tower they hadn’t seen yet. They look out of the windows in order to explore the outside of the castle and observe the grounds. Lots of people are taking advantage of the nice weather to relax outside, including Benny and a pretty Ravenclaw girl named Andrea. Dean hollers at his friend just to be embarrassing and Cas hits his arm.

“Dean! Don’t tease him,” Cas admonishes, even though he’s laughing, too.

“Just having fun. Benny’s got such a big crush on her.” Dean rolls his eyes. “I don’t get it.”

Cas looks at him. “He likes her. We’re all pretty sure she likes him back; all of us except Benny, that is. What’s not to get?”

Dean scrunches his nose. “Dunno, just doesn’t seem important at the moment.”

“Well, Dean, just because you’d rather be reading or practicing spells doesn’t mean the rest of us are nerds like you.” Cas backs away quickly to avoid Dean hitting him, pushing off the wall to keep running up the stairs. And back down again, still avoiding Dean’s grasp, they laugh and shout together.

“If you aren’t in class, or getting ready for class, or doing homework, or working ahead for class, then you’re eating!”

“Shut up, Cas! I’m not the one who ate two whole boxes of those jelly beans you love in one night!”

And this is certainly what Dean will miss the most over the long summer months. The feeling of being with Cas, being wild and free with him, laughing harder than he ever has before.

They’re hoping to get John to agree to let them visit each other at some point over the long break until September, but Dean isn’t hopeful. He tries to be as optimistic as Cas but it’s hard to think about the look on his dad’s face if Dean were to ask to go and stay at a magical home or to bring another young wizard into their house.

Therefore, he takes in every single moment they have left, embraces having fun with all of his friends with fervor. He can’t really spend time with them all at once, so he has to improvise. And at least there’s always the owl post.

He and Cas eventually decide to quit running around indoors. It’s really a beautiful day outside. Cas makes noises about getting out on his broomstick again while Dean contemplates the classwork that needs his attention. They agree that the Quidditch pitch is a great place to meet both of their needs and they set off for the dormitories to grab their things. Dean isn’t allowed past the stairs leading down to the Slytherin “dungeon” as he likes to call it just to tease his best friend, so he lingers in the hall. It only takes Cas a minute to change and then they set off toward the Hufflepuff common room. The old tradition of keeping the rooms absolutely top secret from other students has petered off, with friends often waiting for each other in the hallways, but the common room itself is practically sacred. It’d just be weird to have someone else in there—even the professors don’t go in unless there’s an emergency.

That means rounding the corner and spotting Cole Trenton standing in front of the barrels that make up what amounts to Dean’s front door is pretty freaky. He quickly nudges Cas and they silently back up out of sight.

“What the hell?” Cas whispers, looking angry.

“Dunno.” He shrugs. “What do you think’s going on?”

Cas peers around the corner and whispers, “I think he’s trying to break in, that little—”

“But why? What’s even the point?”

Cas chews his lip. “Could be nothing. But maybe he’s trying to pull some prank. You know what though? It doesn’t matter. It’s the principle of the thing. He shouldn’t just be trying to bust in there, it isn’t cool.”

“I agree,” Dean says, leaning over to look again. Cole seems to be stuck on precisely what to do to the barrels to get the door to open but it may not be long before he figures it out. “Donnie told me no one’s been down there for—”

He never gets to finish that sentence. Cole screams bloody murder the second the enchanted barrels react to his attempted entry, despite the fact that the vinegar is harmless. Still, getting absolutely drenched in the stuff can’t feel good. He must have tried a pattern at random and that caused the doorway to reject him harshly.

Dean and Cas lean on each other’s shoulders in order to laugh hysterically. When they realize Cole can hear them, they grab each other’s hand and run away as fast as they can. Still laughing, they duck into the otherwise empty Great Hall and double over.

“Oh my”—Cas pants—“I can’t breathe.”

“The funniest thing I’ve ever seen,” Dean agrees, breathless with laughter. “I’m getting a cramp.”

Cas wipes actual tears from under his eyes and snorts. “I can’t believe our luck to witness that. We’re so blessed.”

“Think it taught him a lesson?” he wonders.

Cas looks thoughtful. “One can only hope,” he finally answers. “But c’mon.” He tugs on Dean’s shirt sleeve. “Let’s head down to the pitch.”

“But I don’t have my homework,” he whines. Regardless, he follows Cas out of the Hall.

“We can come back for it later,” Cas reasons, “after the vinegar gets cleaned up.”

“Oh, I didn’t think of that. Should we tell someone?” Dean frets.

As they pass by the hallway in question, they observe Professor Mills laying into a soaking wet and smelly Cole with Professor Singer looking on quite sternly, arms folded.

“Looks like it’s all been taken care of,” Cas says breezily. “He’ll be cleaning that up with a toothbrush, mark my words.”

Dean laughs again just picturing that. Soon, the pair duck outside and are greeted by warm sunshine. Since Dean doesn’t have his materials to study, maybe Cas will help him practice his flying.

He looks over at Cas, still grinning broadly (probably also imagining that bully scrubbing the floors outside Dean’s common room) and leading them toward the storage unit for practice brooms.

Dean feels incredibly grateful that he met Cas on the train and, when Cas turns to hand him a broom with a toothy smile, he feels happy. Perfectly, indescribably, untouchably happy.

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sansa-of-oldstones · 6 years

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In The Chaos - Ch. 9

I still refuse to abandon.

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She stomps through the ice and snow. She doesn’t even regret rejecting Jon’s offer of a ride. As if Sansa would want to be anywhere near him right now. She thought they had shared something special, but she was wrong. Sansa thought it was leading somewhere, but all it had done was hurt her.

She’s waiting at a crosswalk when a car beeps at her, and pulls over. It’s her car. Sam rolls down the window, and smiles at her. She stares blankly at him, her breath billowing in the cold air.

“Did Jon not tell you I was bringing your car?”

“No, no he didn’t.” She walks over to driver side door, and opens it. Sam is confused. “Well, you’ve brought me my car.”

“What did he do?” Sam sighs. “Why are you out walking in this?”

“You’ll have to ask your friend.” Sansa taps impatiently on the roof. “I would like to go home now.”

“Can you make a detour to Fort Black?” Sam pleads, holding up a tray of travel cups. “I’m not built for this weather, and I picked up coffee.”

“How have you made it this long in The Watch?” She takes one of the coffees, and he unbuckles himself to move to the passenger seat.

“I never wanted to enlist.” Sam shares. “I never wanted this. I want to be a psychiatrist, but my father said he wouldn’t pay. He told me to be a real doctor. My grades and exams didn’t exactly book any scholarships. So, here I am. In a couple years, they’ll pay for my education.”

“You showed him.” Sansa digs, and takes a deep breath. “I’m sorry. I’m angry and hungover.”

“It’s okay.” Sam tells her. “Do you need to talk about it?”

She shakes her head and drives.

“The problem is that I’m an enabler.” Sam tries after a few moments of silence. “I knew Jon wouldn’t be comfortable at the party, but Gilly heard it was his birthday, so I nagged him to go.”

“He seemed perfectly comfortable to me.”

“That was after a few drinks.” Sam shrugs. “Strong ones at that. I should have put a stop to it when I saw him pouring. I was going to, I know he’d want me to, but he actually looked happy.”

“If he wants to drink and smoke himself to death, that’s his choice.”

“He doesn’t want to.” Sam argues. “He’d stopped drinking. He was working on other ways to cope.”

“I have very little sympathy for Jon and his pity parties at the moment.”

“Jon has a lot of scars you can’t see.” Sam sighs. “I thought your uncle would have told you.”

“He wouldn’t even tell me where Jon was deployed to because it was classified.”

It still aggravates her to this very day.

“Well, I can’t give you many details, but they were ambushed, and Jon was taken captive.”

“He was?”

“For five months.” Sam fidgets, and hesitates. This is very uncomfortable for him, and Sansa focuses on the road. She wants to be angry with Jon, but Sam is making it difficult. The only person she is angrier with than Jon is her uncle. She doesn’t care if she isn’t able to drive back to Winterfell today. She will be having a conversation with her Uncle Benjen. “He was in the hospital for weeks after they found him. Then rehab. It was pretty awful. It brought up a lot of terrible things for him. He’s been in treatment with a therapist since his psych evaluation to return to service. I go with him, because he doesn’t want to go alone. It hasn’t been easy for him. It’s never been easy for him.”

“I know.” It still doesn’t give him the right to treat her like she’s disposable. “I told him not to join. I begged him not to.”

“He told you what happened to his mother?” Sam wonders. “His brother?”

“No.” Sansa is glad they’re stopped at a red light. She thought she knew Jon. She knows nothing. She leans back against the headrest, entirely overwhelmed. “I thought he was an only child.”

“I’ve done it now.” Sam groans. “He trusted me, and I went and blabbed to you.”

“I won’t say anything.” Sansa promises. “It’s not like I’ll be speaking to him anytime soon.”

“Don’t give up on him.”

“Why do you care?”

“He’s my friend.” Sam explains. “I care about him. I’ve also never seen him as happy as he was last night.”

“That was the alcohol.”

“It wasn’t.” Sam disagrees. “I am well aquatinted with drunk Jon, and he can be a happy drunk on occasion, but never that happy.”

“Well, he wasn’t happy this morning.” Sansa huffs. “I’m not going to feel guilty for needing to distance myself from him right now. I tried to help him. I tried to help him for years.”

“Did you, though?”

“I did!” Now, she’s angry with Sam. “I told him...”

“You told him.” Sam interrupts. “You told him what you believe would help. I beg your pardon, but that isn’t the same thing. I know it was a rough morning, but he’s doing alright. He knows what works for him.”

She had flat out asked him what she could do to help, many times.

“I don’t think he knows.” Sansa rolls her eyes. “I don’t think he’ll ever know.”

“He knows.” Sam tells her. “He’s perfectly capable of it. He struggles, and it wears on him, but he’s working on it every day. He doesn’t need someone acting like he isn’t.”

“Can we please talk about something else?”

“Of course.” Sam nods. “What are you studying at Queenscrown?”

“Social work.” Sansa answers. “We were lucky. I want to help people who aren’t so lucky.”

“That’s wonderful.”

“I know what you’re thinking.” Sansa scowls. “I want to help people, but you think I’m giving up on Jon. I’m not giving up on him, I just don’t want to be around him.”

“I was thinking a lot of people will be very fortunate to have you in their lives.”

“He wasn’t like this before.” Sansa laments. “I don’t understand how you could say he’s doing alright.”

“I go to therapy with Jon so he’ll go.” Sam reminds her. “I got him Ghost. That took ages. I had to get it approved by The Watch and the organization that trained Ghost. I had to prove Jon needs him. He loves that dog.”

“He’s a service dog.” Sansa had no idea, but it did explain a lot about Ghost’s behavior. When she saw the pictures Jon posted, she thought he was trained to work with Jon and his team. “He wasn’t trained by The Watch.”

“No.”

“You’re a good friend.” Sansa isn’t sure at the moment if Jon deserves a friend like Sam, but she is glad he’s there.

Sam shows his ID at the gate, and she drops him off before parking closer to where her uncle’s office is.

She hands her identification to the MP at the entryway, and places her purse on the conveyor belt to be scanned. People see the name on her visitor’s pass, and do not question her presence. She is Benjen Stark’s niece. She marches right past his secretary, who does attempt to stop her, and walks into his office.

He’s sitting at his desk, reading a file.

“Jon was captured?!” No pleasantries. She needed to get what she was feeling out.

“Good morning.” He closes the file. “Happy New Year.”

“I don’t care how classified it is, you’re going to tell me.”

“Sansa, I’m sorry.” He motions to one of the chairs in front of his desk. “You’re a civilian.”

“I hate that word.” She reluctantly sits. “I’m not leaving until you tell me.”

“You’ll be sitting there for a long time.”

“You promised.” Sansa pouts. “You promised me you would take care of him.”

“There’s only so much I can control.” Uncle Benjen sighs, and stands to close the door. “I shouldn’t be telling you this, but if it will help you understand, I will. Jon’s team was collecting intel on an extremist group near Hardhome. They were ambushed. We’re still not sure how. Our best guess is someone who arranged travel for the team. Jon knew exactly what he was signing up for when decided to become a Ranger. He saved a lot of lives that day. He’s a hero.”

“I care about his life.” She could not care less about a medal on his dress uniform. It did not erase his suffering. “I care about him.”

“He was rescued.” He reminds her. “He’s okay.”

“He isn’t okay.” Sansa blinks away the tears. “You didn’t tell me. I trusted you.”

“Jon shouldn’t have told you either.”

“He didn’t.” Sansa scoffs. “I’m not telling you who did. That’s classified.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

“He was missing for months, and I didn’t know.” She felt a sob shake her. “What if he had died? What would you have told me then?”

“You were getting ready to graduate.” Uncle Benjen defends himself. “I didn’t want to upset you.”

“Is that why he wasn’t at my graduation? You had no idea where he was, and the gods know what was happening to him?” She had been angry with him about that too. Uncle Benjen finds some tissues for her. “He’d told me he’d try to go. I was mad at him! He was probably being tortured, and I was mad at him! Because you didn’t tell me!”

“I couldn’t tell you.”

“You should have.”

She dabs her eyes with a tissue, and Uncle Benjen squeezes her shoulder. She wants to start this new year over.

I love Sam in this chapter. He brings up a very valid point. Something Sansa really needed to hear. It’s a hard lesson to learn, and please remember she is young. This was very difficult for her. Everything she thought she knew has been flipped upside-down. Also, she’s understandably heartbroken about what Jon went through. It’s exactly what she was terrified of happening. Benjen also brings up a valid point: Jon knew exactly what he was getting into when he enlisted. He would absolutely do it again. Also Ghost as a good ptsd doggo just made sense to me. He’s so quiet and tuned into Jon. He is such a comfort to Jon in canon, and I love this.

Jon POV next chapter. Thanks for feedback. It really means a lot to me! This will get fluffier soon, I promise. Happy endings are how I roll.

#jonsa #jonsa fic #my writing #mallory writes sometimes #linking the other chapters is becoming a hassel 😂#THIS CHAPTER BROKE MY GODDAM HEART #ENJOY #is okay they will be the happiest idiots in love soon #thank you everyone who has shown this love #it really means a lot to me

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task two ; character questionnaire

I. ARE YOU A WILMINGTON NATIVE? IF NOT, WHERE DID YOU GROW UP? TELL US ABOUT YOUR CHILDHOOD.

“Know what?” She narrowed her eyes with a cheeky grin, pointing. “Sometimes I feel like I am a native. I’m not. I consider myself a hybrid of sorts.” She hoped that if anyone had asked this question and if it would be published, the previous statement would be used as a pull-quote in fancy, italicized lettering. “In Savannah, Georgia is where I spent most of my diaper wearing days… Atlanta, Carrollton, Brunswick… Lived in different places in Georgia and upstate New York. Manhattan. Just moving around and letting some parts of this world know my name. Well, country. Alright, two states. Three, counting North Carolina. I know that sounds dramatic, but just work with it. I’d lived in a house, a basement, an apartment complex, and I was too young to really remember, but we were in a trailer home. My environment was constantly changing. Mom couldn’t stay in one place for too long.”

II. WHAT IS YOUR RELATIONSHIP LIKE WITH YOUR FAMILY? DO YOU HAVE SIBLINGS? A LARGE EXTENDED FAMILY?

A genuine, immediate smile formed upon her face, contrary to the reaction she would’ve had if she hadn’t moved to Wilmington. “Robert and Colleen Dayton are the coolest, lamest grandparents on the planet,” Heather shook her head in admiration. “Love ‘em so much. Seriously, come and spend one night at our dinner table. Psst, gramps a little TMI, but you get used to it.” She laughed. Talking about the woman who’d partially raised her was difficult. Part of her wanted to mention her father in Rochester having spent time with him for part of her upbringing and how he’d been working towards being a better father, though bringing him up would undoubtedly spark questions about her mother. Despite nothing had happened yet, it comforted her that he was making an effort to some degree. As for the mother, Laura—prior to Heather, there was Haley. A half-sister she was a stranger to before she stepped foot in North Carolina.

III. DESCRIBE YOUR HIGH SCHOOL EXPERIENCE.

“Mm, yes. High school. Let’s see. I was,” she hesitated for a bit, “in some way… a teacher’s pet.” Her body winced. “I know, I couldn’t help it. I was that kid. People used to say that I possessed a knack to knowing and understanding things before the questions were even posed. Sounds philosophical. I don’t deny it at all, though. Here’s why: I used to write-in my own bonus questions at the end of exams. Freakin’ show-off. Overall, I was dang focused on my work and had my nose in a book at the library during my free period. Pretty much everything I did in high school was at high school. Didn’t go to any wack high school parties. As for prom, there was this kid in my class. I'm sure we had only two conversations before he’d hit me with the promposal : ‘Heather Dayton, oh Heather Dayton, be my Heather Nighton. I’ll be your Night-on shining armor, join me for prom?’ Corny as hell. I couldn’t say no. I didn't say no.”

IV. WHAT WAS YOUR YEARBOOK SUPERLATIVE? WHY WAS THIS SO?

“Most Likely to Accidentally Discover Something Life-Changing, then Claim That It Was All Intentional.” She recited the words exactly how they’d been written in the yearbook. “I don’t understand it, either. Oddly specific. It was the longest one on the damn page. I never knew whether to accept that as a compliment, because it’s as if people think I can’t discover something totally life changing on purpose? I have to rely on, I dunno, an accident? But at the same time, I guess it’s quite telling of killer instinct, so I usually go with that detail and that makes me feel better ‘bout it.”

V. WHAT DID YOU DO AFTER HIGH SCHOOL? DID YOU GO TO COLLEGE? IF NOT, WHY?

“I did go to college, I graduated here. UNC Wilmington. I’ve got a B.S. in Chemistry. No bullshit,” Heather winked. “If it weren’t for tuition, I’d go back. Hell, I’d pay the loans if desperation called for it. I don’t have any plans currently to go back, I’m quite happy with interning at different places. I’m only stating that I’m not opposed to returning,” she added with a shrug.

VI. WAS THERE AN EVENT IN YOUR LIFE THAT GREATLY IMPACTED WHO YOU ARE NOW AS A PERSON?

“It’s somewhat of a cliché, but I’ve come to the realization that things will fall into place. That stillness becomes a radiance, as Morgan Freeman once said. Moving to this city and making the decision to stay, I could say that it honestly…frightened me. I was afraid that I was missing something, that I was gonna be held back in some way. I don’t know, I feel like I was conditioned to think that seeking change all the time would satisfy me and bring me happiness, but that wasn’t the case at all. Sure, change is good. Change is difficult and hard decisions are necessary. But oh, no. Choosing to stay here—and this is the longest I’ve ever lived in one city before—it was an easy decision. Truthfully, I’d made a plan after college graduation to move again on my own terms, except I’d let the idea of staying here come up, then I just did it. I trusted my gut that this was the right thing to do, for me. It was a good type of change.”

VII. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN LOVE? IF NOT, DO YOU THINK THAT IS POSSIBLE FOR YOU IN THE FUTURE?

“I hope so,” she spoke softly. The nearly twenty-three year old claimed to know an abundance of concepts; however, the chemistry of love remained as something complex. "Looking back at my first relationship as a fourteen year old. At that time, I knew I felt love. I really did, I knew it. I could attempt to explain what goes on, scientifically speaking, in the brain when that happens. Then, as time passed I thought, ‘No, that couldn’t have been love.’ But could have that really been love, for a mere teenage girl?” Her brows furrowed. It was possible that she was overthinking it—that had been something she couldn’t control, a tendency to be looking at things analytically, more often than necessary. “Maybe none of this makes sense. Maybe it’s not supposed to make sense. That’s what’s exciting about love, I presume.”

VIII. WHEN WERE YOU BORN AND WHAT IS YOUR ASTROLOGICAL SIGN? DOES IT INFLUENCE YOUR LIFE IN ANY WAY?

“June 12, that would make me a Gemini.” She pressed her mouth into a scowl. “I’ve heard people trying to prove,” the girl rolled her eyes without finishing her thought, “that astrology is a science. I, [laughs] what? Listen, I understand that every side needs to be heard. Many possibilities out there to prove, whatnot. But astrology? A real science! I took this astronomy course in college. Meet this girl, super sweet. Sits next to me on the first day. We’re lab partners. Hit it off, you get me? We talk ‘bout the stars and it’s stupid cute. Then, brings up zodiac signs.” Her face went stone cold. “No. She told me I was a Gemini before I’d even told her my birthday. God? I don't mess with it. She must’ve really studied that nonsense shit real hard, huh? We’ll be here all day if we continue this discussion.”

IX. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE TIME OF YEAR? TELL US SOME OF YOUR FAVORITE ACTIVITIES TO DO DURING THIS TIME.

“Autumn! I love everything about fall. The weather, the fashion, the mood. Wearing scarves happens to be one of my fave activities. Kidding. Well, that’s real, but fave activities do include pumpkin picking, pumpkin carving, doing my annual Harry Potter marathon. I bake a lot of things at this time ‘cause usually me and the g’parents do fruit picking, so.”

X. WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN TEN YEARS AND WHAT DO YOU HAVE HOPED TO ACHIEVE?

“From what you can tell based on one of my previous answers, I have this mindset that I simply roll with. That I sort of let life do its thing.” As of now, Heather was experiencing work and growing to appreciate different aspects of her interning job in clinical lab science. The girl had an undeniable curiosity in several branches including clinical, nanotech, forensic, and industrial work. Whatever it may be, she strives to be the best version of herself. “I simply want to be happy and do what I love. I’ve got this crazy inkling,” she teased, “that I'll exceed my high school superlative. Totally do something wild and intentional. I realize that’s a big dream, to want to make that big of an impact, but it all starts from within. And I feel very confident that I have what it takes.”

#wilmingtontask #wilmingtontask02 #muse.#this task was super fun omg

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dprwolfgang · 6 years

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So Simple // DPR LIVE

DPR LIVE x Reader (Ariella)

RATED : Fluff

“Hey,you at home?” Dabin asked as soon as I picked up the phone.

“Well hello to you too and no, I picked up an extra shift.I should be finished at around one.” Working as a bartender/waitress in Seoul wasn’t the ideal job but it paid well and with the flexibility I could go to my classes during the day and work at night.

“Come over after?” He asked.It wasn’t unnatural for this to happen.Being friends with Dabin for almost ten years this was the norm between us as our friendship grew.

“I’ve got a 9am exam tomorrow though. I should probably go home and study.” I teased him lightly.They just got back from Greece after filming something for his upcoming project and he has the next couple of days off.I had my final exam tomorrow and even though I studied I knew getting out of bed would be a hassle if I stayed over at Dabin’s.

We aren’t dating or anything-not that I’d mind- but we are best friends who occasionally use the other as a pillow.To others we seem like a couple but it was just something that felt natural between us and no matter how much we denied it they never believe us.

“All the more reason for you to come over.” I could feel him smiling even though I wasn’t near him. “I’ll drop you off on my way to Scott’s and I’ll pick you up after and we could go get lunch.” He spoke almost as if he’d thought this out beforehand.

“Dabin we live in the same building,directly across the hall from each other,you know my passcode.Why don’t you just go chill until I get home?”

“Because I just got home and crawled into bed.The amount of effort it’s going to take me to get up and go across the hall really isn’t making sense to me right now.C’mon, please? I haven’t seen my best friend in a month.”

“Stop trying to guilt trip me.” I sighed. I had been swamped with exams and assignments that the only time I saw him was when he FaceTime me from the airport before they left.

“Depends,is it working?” He laughed.

“Yessss,ughh hanging with you and Ian has made me soft. I’m going to hang with Scott from now on.” I mumble the last part hoping that he doesn’t catch on.

“Go ahead,see if he gives you cuddles and food.”

“I’ll see you later D,go get some sleep.” I told him fixing my skirt.He mumbled something about me behaving like his mom before hanging up.

My shift soon came to an end as the last remnants of patrons in the bar filtered out.Gathering my bag and slipping into my jacket I made my way out into the cold Seoul weather and started the twenty minute walk towards the apartment complex.

Taking the elevator up instead of my usual use of the steps I made to small journey down the hall to both mine and Dabin’s apartment.Typing in his passcode I pushed the door open and made my way into his apartment.His suitcases sat by the couch letting me know that he didn’t unpack.

“Dabin,” I call out. I didn’t get a reply but the sound vibrating against the floors led me to small home studio he had set up.The door was opened but with his headphones over his head I knew he didn’t hear me come in.

“Hey,” I draped my arms over his shoulders from behind after removing one side from over his ear.His head tilted back to look up at me.

“Hey you,” He smiled brightly instantly bringing a smile to my face. “How long you been here?”

“Just got here, you would have known if you weren’t lost in work again.” I moved some of his hair out of his face. “Have you eaten as yet?” I question pulling away from him.

“Yeah,I left you some in the microwave.”

“That’s why we’re best friends.” I smiled and kissed his cheek.Leaving Dabin to his own devices I made my way into his bedroom pulling one of his T-shirts out his closet heading into the bathroom for a much needed shower.

Dabin

I looked as her as she walked out of the room,my eyes glued to her figure as she left out the room.Turning my attention back to what I was doing I caught sight of my phone that was still live on Instagram with Rome,the comment section blowing up.

Who’s that?

Do you have a girlfriend now?

Damn she’s pretty,she single?

Christian was laughing and trying to draw the attention away from me but they weren’t having that.

“That’s my best friend,well she’s actually mine and Rome’s best friend,she isn’t my girlfriend and yes I know she’s beautiful.” I smiled at my screen.

Rome and I answered whatever questions they asked ignoring the disrespectful ones before Rome said he had to go.

“And then there was one.” Getting up I made my way into my bedroom where Ariella sat on in the middle with a couple of books surrounding her and her glasses on.

Sitting opposite her I switched my camera to her before taking her glasses off.

“Dabin,c’mon I’ve got two more to finish and then we can play fifa.” She complains pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Then go ahead and finish.” I smiled.

“Then gimme back my glasses,you know I can’t see shit without them.” She whined reaching out for her glasses.

Aww she’s so cute!!

Dabin stop being mean and give the girl her glasses.

Friendship goals!!

She said lemme finish and we’ll play fifa after 👀👀 brooo wife her or I will. What’s her insta?

Laughing at the comments I pass her back her glasses. “What happened to your contacts?”

“I ran out and they don’t have any in my prescription.” I watched as she finished up her work,loose tendrils of her wild curls falling out of the messy bun she was sporting.

She stood after finishing what she was doing and exited my bedroom.Sitting up against the headboard I switched the camera back to me.She had some music playing so I just sat there reading comments and vibing until she came back in and got on the bed with staying out of the cameras view.

“Why is you all the way over there?”

“Because you’re live and I look a hot ass mess.They don’t needa see that.” She sassed lying on her stomach.

“A bit too late for that.They saw you when you arrived and a couple minutes ago,so much so they’re asking for you.”

“They came on live to see you not me.Give them some of your attention and lemme sleep.” She whined covering her face when I angled my phone so that both of us showed.

“Dabinnnnn,lemme sleep.” I laugh pulling her arm from over her face.

“I haven’t seen you in a month,gimme cuddles.” I open my arms widely,smiling at her. I knew she couldn’t sleep without using me as a pillow only because I was the same way.We had gotten so used to being under each other that sleep took a lot longer to come when the other wasn’t around.

She didn’t make a sound but gradually slid her body into my arms.A leg entangled with mine and an arm wrapped around my waist as she cuddled into my chest.My fingers playing in her hair under the hood.

Y’all are soooo cute!

I’m suddenly soft!

I don’t know why y’all just don’t date already!

I laugh at Dean’s comment.It wasn’t the first time the suggestion was made but we never necessarily felt the need to put a title to what we had.What was understood between us didn’t need to be explained.Right?

“You still up?”

“Mhmm,” she mumbled snuggling closer to me.

“Sleep.”

She shook her head.Wasn’t she just asking me to let her sleep?

“And why not?”

“Because as soon as I fall asleep you gon leave me and go tryna get work done.” She replies not opening her eyes.I chuckle lightly because I know she’s right.Even when I’m not working I’m always working if that makes sense. “The whole point of a break is to relax and ease your mind D,so you’re gonna keep ya behind in this bed.” Her grip tightened around me and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Fine,fine no work tonight you munchkin.” I tease.

“Who you calling munchkin? I’m taller than you.” She states with one eye open.At this point I wasn't even paying attention to the live anymore.I didn’t reply to her seeing as she’s right. I just laugh.A comfortable silence came over us and by the way her breathing began to even out I could tell that the lack of sleep was catching up to her.

“Dabin,”

“Hmm?” I question looking down at her.

“Thank you.” She said.

“What for?”

“Everything but mainly for always being there when I need someone,for keeping me sane I guess.”

“You know I should be the one thanking you. I mean you stuck with Rome and I through everything.You keep us grounded and I know we can be pains and you probably wanna beat our asses at times but you stuck around so don’t thank me.It’s what friends do for each other.” I reply to her placing a kiss on her forehead.

“One day..you’re gonna make some lucky girl really happy.” She whispers so softly I almost didn’t hear her.

“Oh really,” I smirk looking at her knowing fully well that she was in between wake and sleep and that she probably won’t remember our conversation in the morning.

“Mhmm, and..and she better treat you right too or else there’s gonna be problems but until then keep making me happy.” I smile at her watching as she finally let go and let sleep consume her.The comment section was on overdrive and with only a few minutes left,I said goodbye and good night to the viewers before ending it and placing my phone on the bedside table after plugging in the charger.

“You’re the only girl I wanna make happy.”I like what we have.Being with her was always so simple that I didn’t have to worry about fucking up or trying to be someone I’m not because I have my best friend by my side.I place another kiss on her forehead smiling to myself and I let her snuggle further into me as I pull the covers over us. I’m not sleepy but I know she’ll wake up as soon as I move so I laid there until sleep finally came and consumed me as well.

I don’t know what this means for us but I guess the best things are sometimes found in the unplanned and the unknown.

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Toxic [I]

Summary: “We all know him to be a proud, unpleasant sort of man; but this would be nothing if you really liked him.” -Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice. His dark demeanor is nothing more than a mystery to you. His dark past explains the reasoning of his desired passion to completely destroy every inch of your innocence.

Warning: Angst [M]

Word Count: 4k

Toxic Masterlist

It was late in the year, fall changing into winter, slowly captivating the crisp leaves with winters frostbite. Finals were right around the corner, your mind clouded with notes from your history and science class, knowing you had to pass both to be able to get the credits you needed for your major. Two years into school and you could already feel the depending future weighing on your shoulders.

The small coffee shop you spent most of your after school hours was somewhat of an inviting place for college students, always booming with people coming in and out. You found yourself here more often than usual, always noticing the small things about the little building. The cracks in the wall, the shipping of the blue paint that was covered by stickers from people who didn’t care for them anymore. The place itself was torn down but the environment was alive and new.

“Here’s your white mocha,” the barista set down a brown coffee mug on your table, avoiding your mess of books and papers everywhere. “Hitting the books early, I see?”

“Never hurts to get an early start,” you looked up at him, giving him a small smile.

“Well if you need anything else, I’m here until 10.” You thanked him once more before he ran off back behind the counter, leaving you alone to study once again. You took the cup, bringing it to your lips and taking a sip of the hot liquid. You looked outside, admiring all the people as they tried to hide from the falling rain, running from their cars to different buildings. One person, in particular, caught your attention.

He held a cigarette between his lips, talking to the people around him as he let out a puff of smoke. His features were defined and pulchritudinous as he clenched his jaw when he would place the smoke between his plump lips. His jean jacket was damp from the rain, washing into the light blue that was dry. You wondered how he was just letting the rain hit his coat like that, wondering how it wasn’t bothering him. He flicked the white smoke out of his hand, stepping on it with his classic black vans, rubbing it into the ground, every movement intriguing you more and more. “Sorry, I’m late.” You were snapped from your trance as your friend Kyungsoo took a seat in front of you. You cleared your throat, diverting your attention from the man outside to your book that was in front of you.

“It’s okay. I just got to chapter 12,” you said, flipping the pages of your book. You tried to focus on the page in front for some reason your attention kept coming back to the man outside. “Hey Soo.”

“Hmm?” he hummed as he wrote down some notes from his book.

“Who’s that?” You pointed outside. Kyungsoo turned his head, looking at the direction of where you were pointing. He just shook his head, diverting his attention back towards his book.

“Those guys are bad news,” he finally spoke up. “I had a class with the one in the black jacket last semester and he copied off my paper for half of it until I purposely starting doing my work wrong in front of him.”

“How come I’ve never seen them before?”

“Why?” He looked up from his book and rested his elbows on the table. “Different crowd I guess? I mean I don’t think of those boys have ever stepped foot in a library and last time I checked, you basically lived there.” You rolled your eyes at his comment, causing him to let out a small laugh. “They’re just jerks, Y/n. Not worth our time.”

You looked back out the window, watching his every move as he made his way into the building, hiding from the cold weather. They were loud when they came in, laughing and swearing as they made their way to the counter. His smile was captivating, every inch of his face becoming more distinct. You could feel your chest tighten as you heard his deep voice boom throughout the small shop.

“God, can they be any more annoying?” Kyungsoo asked as he turned around, glaring in their direction.

“What did you get for question three?” you finally asked, diverting your attention away from the loud group, in hopes to distract yourself. Kyungsoo replied with his answer, only to go right over your head.

“Hello? Earth to Y/n?” Kyungsoo waved his hand in front of your face. “Do we need to go somewhere else? You don’t seem to be focused.”

“Sorry I’m okay,” you shook your head. You dove right back into your books, ignoring the loud surroundings as you read the words in your book. Kyungsoo was right, you weren’t all there. Your mind kept floating back to the abnormally beautiful man that you saw earlier. How had you never seen him before, only now taking notice?

The night dragged on as you studied with Kyungsoo across from you, helping you with things you didn’t understand and you doing the same to him. After four long hours of studying, you finally closed your textbook and laptop, packing your things up so you could set off to your place. “Same time tomorrow?” Kyungsoo asked, walking alongside you.

“Same time,” you nodded.

“Do you think you’re ready for finals?”

“Thanks to you,” you laughed, stopping at your car, turning in Kyungsoo’s direction. “I’m glad we decided to be study partners this semester.”

“Me too,” he looked down at his shoes, shoving his hands in his pocket. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He waved you off, going to his own car, letting you get into the driver's seat. The rain hat lit up a little, making the roads clear for you to drive to your dorm. When you arrived, you locked your doors, making your way into your shared room.

“Been at the cafe all night?” your roommate Lisa asked, who was brushing her teeth as you walked into your room. “You work yourself too hard.”

“Just want to pass,” you groaned, falling onto your bed, collapsing from exhaustion. You closed your eyes, trying to subside the pounding feeling you felt in your head from a deepening headache. You scrunched your eyes, trying to get it to go away but it was no use.

“I admire how motivated you are,” Lisa mumbled, toothbrush falling from her mouth. Her bright red hair was tied back, exposing the small heart tattoo behind her ear. She was very different than you being covered in tattoo’s, multiple piercings, and her famous bright red hair. She gave off this demeaning look but she was one of your close friends and by close you mean you’ve lived with her for two years, only ever hanging out with her in your dorm. She had a different lifestyle than you. She was one to go out every Friday night, staying out all weekend and somehow end up in her bed Sunday morning. You had nothing against her or how she lived even though it was different from yours. You were just glad you got along so well with her.

You took off your coat, hanging it up in the closet before grabbing your pajamas. “Hey Y/n” Lisa lifted her body from her bed, resting herself on her arm. “What are you doing tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow?” you raised your eyebrow, looking over at her unusual question. “I was just planning on studying tomorrow night with Kyung-”

“Why don’t you come with me to this party,” she cut you off. “Take a small break from your wild lifestyle.”

“Oh no,” you shook your head. “I can’t. I really gotta-”

“Blah blah,” she turned back over, resting her head on her pillow. “You’re coming with me whether you like it or not. I’ll come to that damn coffee shop and drag you out of there if I have to.” She turned off her light, leaving you to sit there in the dark, the only light source being your alarm clock next to your bed.

You didn’t know what to think of Lisa’s invite. She never invited you places, let alone being one to be forceful. You rested your head against your pillow, letting yourself drift off to sleep, wondering why Lisa wanted to bring you along.

“Wait, what?” Kyungsoo asked, walking next to you with a confused look on his face. “You’re not actually going to go, right?”

“I don’t know,” you sighed. “She’s never asked me to hang out before so why not? I don’t really have a lot of friends, Soo.” The two of you walked on the quad, taking a seat under a tree that was right outside of your English Lit class. You had a few minutes to blow before your class started and Kyungsoo knew this so he brought you a coffee to get you through your day.

“So, what? Should I plan on studying alone tonight then?” He acted as if it was the end of the world, you not being able to spend your Friday evening with him like you usually do. You rolled your eyes at his expression, bringing the coffee to your lips and taking a sip. It burnt the back of your throat, causing you to let out a small cough which made Kyungsoo smile.

“It’s just tonight. I’m going to head to the cafe after class today so I don’t fall behind,” you reassured him. Kyungsoo shook his head, taking a sip from his own coffee.

“Okay. Be careful tonight. Lisa hangs out with some pretty interesting people.”

“I will,” you nodded. Kyungsoo said goodbye, going off in the direction of his class, leaving you to tend to your own. The hour-long class flew by as you took notes about the old romance novel Pride and Prejudice. You had read the book multiple times beforehand and had a pretty good understanding of what to expect from the upcoming exam so you weren’t too worried about the class.

You made your way to your usual spot in the cafe, taking out your laptop and setting it up on the table. You let your thoughts drift into your studying until out of the corner of your eye, you spotted the mysterious man once more. He was alone this time, wearing the same jean jacket as yesterday, matched with a black hoodie underneath. He raced inside, hiding away from the newly formed rainstorm taking over the city. Your eyes followed as he walked up to the counter, giving a half smile to the barista as he stared up at the menu above her.

“Y/n!” Your name was called, bringing your attention from him to the man that had called your name. You got up, walking over to the counter where your drink was waiting for you, steam rising from the cup of tea you had ordered. You kept your head down, trying to keep the cup from burning your hands. You felt your cup fall, the liquid pouring out onto the person in front of you, your heart stopping as you looked up to see who it was. You were speechless, completely at a loss for words. You looked up, his attention on his sweater that was now drenched because of your tea. “I’m so sorry.” You finally managed to get out. You lifted your hand to cover your mouth, not knowing what to really say other than that. He shook his head, grabbing a napkin and pressing it to the one spot that had gotten drenched the most.

“Don’t worry about it,” he replied, voice low. “It’s a black sweatshirt. It’s fine.”

“Are you sure?” He looked up, seeing the concern written across your face, his small smile showing.

“It’s not that big of a deal,” he said once more. You felt your face heat up as you finally looked up at his face, his tall figure towering over you. “Here.” He handed you the cup in his hand. “Just take this.” He basically forced the cup in your hand, not really giving you much of a choice.

“I-”

He was quick to storm out of the coffee shop, leaving you confused and stunned at the recent actions. You stood there, staring out the small window through the door as the boy got into his car and sped off down the road. You felt a pit in your stomach grow as your mind raced with what had just happened.

“Did you want a new cup?” the barista asked, snapping your attention in her direction. You gave her a blank stare before shaking your head and racing off towards your things. You quickly gathered all your things, shoving everything in your bag and rushing out of the cafe, his drink still in your hand. You looked at the cup, in hopes to find his name written but it wasn’t. You leaned your head back against your seat, letting your eyes flutter shut in frustration.

When you arrived home, you took the cup in your hands, placing it on the counter of your kitchen, dropping your bad to your side. Lisa raced out of your room, struggling to get her earring into the second hole of her ear. “There you are! Where have you been?”

“Sorry,” you managed to get out. “I had an accident at the cafe and-”

“Okay okay well come on! Get dressed!” You stared at her, raising an eyebrow as you glanced down at your outfit. She slapped her hands down to her side, shaking her head. “You’re not wearing that.”

“What’s wrong with this?” You asked, looking down at your brown sweater and light wash jeans. She reached out, grabbing your hand and pulling you back into your room. She was quick to open her closet, picking out a tight leather tank top and a pair of black ripped jeans. “Lisa, I can’t wear this.”

“Try it on. Please!” She whined, jumping up and down in annoyance. You rolled your eyes, going into the bathroom and taking off your brown sweater, letting it drop to the floor. You tugged the tank top over your head, having it stop mid stomach, exposing more skin than you’d like it to. You walked out of the bathroom, covering the exposed part of your body only to have Lisa jump up and down. “You look so hot, Y/n!”

“I really can’t wear this,” you shook your head. Lisa rolled her eyes once more at your comment as she turned around, looking in her closet for something different. She threw a black dress over in your direction, pushing you back into the bathroom to change. You slipped the tight dress over your head, having it fall about mid-thigh. It was better than the first outfit, still reaching a bit out of your comfort zone but you didn’t want to annoy Lisa more than you already had so you put a smile on your face and exited out of the bathroom.

“You look so good,” she shook her head in accomplishment. She lead you out of the room, down to her car, letting you hop into the passenger seat. “I’m going to warn you about my friends. They’re all little shits but they’re good people. Just stick by me tonight though, okay?”

“Okay.” You felt butterflies in your stomach as you pulled up to the big house placed a little ways down the road from campus. You had passed the house multiple times, never once taking notice to it until now. It was pretty well kept. When you arrived, the place was already crowded with people, having them walk in and out of the place, music being felt from the passenger seat of Lisa’s car.

You followed Lisa into the house, stopping every once in awhile to say hi to a friend that she knew, making you feel like the odd ball out, already being in a foreign setting. You pulled out your phone when she stopped to talk to a girl you recognized from you STATS class, shooting a quick text to Kyungsoo.

To Kyungsoo [19:43]: How’s your night going?

From Kyungsoo [19:43]: Does it suck that bad?

You shook your head, placing your phone back into your bag, following Lisa into the kitchen area where she raced over to a group of boys, giving a hug to one of them. “Who’s this lost little puppy?” one of them asked, referring to you as you stood there awkwardly. You moved a strand out of your face, trying not to let your red face show too much.

“This is Y/n,” she said, pulling you closer to the group. “Y/n this is Sehun, Jisoo, and Jongin. Be nice to her guys. She’s new at this.”

“We aren’t all too bad,” Sehun pointed out, laughing at his own comment. You recognized them from the other day, being the group that was outside with the guy you had ran into earlier. You were quick to look around to see if you could see the mysterious man but he wasn’t anywhere in sight.

“I think I’ve seen you before,” Jongin spoke up. “You’re always studying at that cafe.”

“Oh yeah!” Jisoo chimed in. “You’re like, always studying.” You felt a wave of embarrassment take over. You hadn’t noticed that they had taken notice of you always studying but then again, that’s really all you did.

“Well when you’re the dean's daughter, it makes sense,” Lisa piped in. You shot Lisa a glare, knowing that no one knew you had been related to the headmaster of the college you were attending.

“Holy shit, no kidding?” Sehun cursed in disbelief. “That makes sense.” You were quickly taken from the conversation of a familiar boy stumbled into the group.

“There you are,” Lisa said, slapping the boy's chest. He looked taken but only to have the captivating smile take over his features. He was no longer in the black hoodie, instead, he was in a dark t-shirt having a blue flannel wrapped around his hips. He wrapped his arm around Sehun and Jisoo, finally having his eyes land on you. His smile grew, his eyes narrowing.

“Who’s this, Lisa?” his raspy voice slurred.

“This is Y/n,” she replied. “Y/n this is Chanyeol.” His smirk was hidden but lucid in your line of view. “Leave her alone Yeol, she’s off limits.” Chanyeol looked over at Lisa with a hurt look on his face.

“I’m appalled as to think I would go after your friend.”

“You’ve done it before,” she rolled her eyes. Chanyeol just laughed, unwrapping himself from his friends and moving past you to get to another group of people. Lisa pulled you close to her, trying to talk to you over the loud music. “Don’t worry about him. He’s a jerk most of the time.”

You couldn't help but let your mind wander to the dark-haired boy, the one who wouldn’t stop running through your head ever since you took notice of him the other day. Kyungsoo’s words also happened to be there too, being that not only was this group bad news but with Lisa’s warning as well, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of distance.

You have a boyfriend, Y/n. You thought to yourself.

You needed to stay focused and keep your mind off of Chanyeol. Nothing was ever going to prosper or flourish so it was no use to keep this charade up. You shook your head, getting any ideas you once had out of your head. He was Luna’s friend and that’s what he needed to stay as.

The night dragged out, you following and keeping up with Lisa as she introduced you to her friends. You ended up outside, sitting on the porch with Sehun, Jongin, and Lisa. The party was still alive yet you and the people around you have subsided, hiding away from the chaos. Sehun held a beer between his hands, bringing it up to his lips, letting the liquid slide down his throat. You had counted and it was about six beers now, being somewhat of a competition with Jongin.

“So Y/n,” Sehun pulled you from your trance. “Are we going to be seeing more of you then now that you and Lisa are friends?”

“Of course she is,” Lisa replied for you. “You’ve had fun tonight, right?” You nodded, taking a sip of the beer that Sehun gave a little over an hour ago. You didn’t like the taste nor were you a fan of the clouded feeling you were experiencing but you didn’t want to be any more out of place than you already were.

“I’m glad we haven’t scared you off just quite yet,” Jongin joked, tipping his beer over in your direction before bringing it to his lips. Your attention was soon drawn to the loud noise coming from inside the house. A man stumbled out of the house, onto the grass, falling to his ass. Chanyeol followed slowly behind him, wiping his mouth as he stood above the weak man on the ground.

“Chanyeol, man. What the fuck?” Sehun cursed, looking over you at the scene.

“This fucker here deserves it,” Chanyeol growled deeply, grabbing the guy's shirt by the collar, lifting his body from the ground. He lifted his fist back, swinging and colliding his fist with the man's face. You jumped back, frightened at the scene in front of you. You were never exposed to violence like this before so you didn’t know how to react.

“Chanyeol, you’re going to get arrested again. Knock it off!” Lisa yelled, leaning over the railing that was separating you from the outside world. “Sehun, go stop him.”

“And get punched? No thanks,” Sehun declined. “Jongin can.”

“And I get punched?”

“Idiots,” Lisa mumbled to herself, going from around the corner, walking down the small walkway, reaching for Chanyeol and pulling at his shirt. “You idiot. Y/n, take Chanyeol into the bathroom and help him clean these scratches. I’m going to get this guy home.” You were a little taken back by her order but listened anyways, leading Chanyeol through the crowd of people and into the bathroom. He stumbled in behind you, falling onto the toilet, leaning his back against the back of it. You grabbed a towel from under the sink and got it wet before dabbing it against the open wound on his lip.

“I’m bad at first impressions,” Chanyeol managed to have a smile on his face, even with a busted lip. Granted, it was more of a sinister smile than a friendly one, he didn’t seem phased by the deep gash on his mouth. “Then again, I’m not really that great of a guy.”

“You seem fine,” you said, quietly rinsing the blood from the blue rag.

“You say that now, sweetie,” he chuckled, causing the hair on the back of your neck to stand straight. “Let me guess, you have a clean cut boyfriend, financially stable parents, honor student, don’t really like to take a risks.”

“Stop talking,” you shook your head at his comment, him nailing your exact life in just a sentence. It pissed you off, his cocky attitude. Earlier at the coffee shop, he seemed like a decent person, not freaking out of you spilling your tea all over him. But now? You wanted to leave him to fix his own face in the bathroom.

You placed the rag down, cleaning your hands so that when you put the ointment on his lip, it wouldn’t get infected. “Did I strike a nerve?”

“Mind your own business,” you snapped back. Chanyeol laughed, wincing back in pain when you placed your finger on his lip. You cleaned your hands once more, putting away the first aid kit. Chanyeol got to his feet, waiting for you to stand up. That’s when he pressed his body up against yours, trapping you against the wall. You could smell the alcohol linger from his breath, fanning over your nape of your neck as he leaned in, pressing his ears to your lips. Your heart was racing the image of Chanyeol lips popping up in your head, making your mind race with impure thoughts.

“You are my business now, sweetheart.” He pushed himself off of you, shooting you a wink before exiting the bathroom. You stood there, shaken to the core as his words played over and over in your head.

You are my business now, sweetheart.

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