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boxboysandotherwhump · 3 years

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Alice arrives at the safe-house.

This Chapter surely was a challenge, but I really like how the ending turned out. :3

@whumptywhumpdump @ashintheairlikesnow @whumpfigure @yet-another-heathen

CW: wuhmpee threatens another whumpee, Harvey tries though he really does, fucky head space of whumpee, past dehumanization

The first rays of dawn break through gray autumn clouds as Nathan‘s car pulls into the driveway of Lee Yang‘s old two story farmhouse.

Alice watches the clouds, their belly‘s, dark rumbling cotton puffs, carrying a storm to come. His nose presses against the cold backseat window. Five snores next to him. The car‘s radio turns of with a quiet beep and Nathan flashes a bright smile over his shoulder.

„Finally there. Ya ready t‘ meet Lee?“

Yes‘sir.“ Alice shoots back and suppresses a yawn. How Nathan is nearly vibrating with excitement after he drove the entire night, car flying over highways and rocky side streets, was beyond even Alice.

„Great. Than grab ya bag and off we go.“

Golden light illuminates the window next to the red front door and casts a golden square on the porch, the first step of the stairs going down to the muddy path that leads up to the house. The old sneakers Alice had gotten from the nice nurse squelsh with every step he takes. Trailing Nathan with the respectful distance of one and a half steps. Alice could keep the perfect distance blindfolded. Had to in training often enough. The phantom pain of his shock collar tingles over his neck and sends a shiver down his spine.

Nathan rings the doorbell. Blue eyes sparkling as the door opens seconds later. „Lee ma man, so good t see ya!“

Alice leans to the side, snatching a glimpse of a smile all white shining teeth in a face with high cheekbones and thick eyebrows, before the two man crush each other in a tight hug.

„It has been a while.“ Lee agrees. Both man hold on another second before finally letting go of each other and round dark eyes spot Alice. Lee smiles. „It is so nice to finally meet you Alice. My name is Lee.“

„The pleasure‘s all mine.“ Alice grins back. A small yawn escapes him and Lee‘s smile widens. Nose wrinkling.

„Should we go inside? I only just started the coffee machine.“ Lee grins at his friend but Nathan shakes his head.

„Na man, I‘m gonna hit the road again. Wanna be back at my house before the game starts. Promised Julian to watch it with him.“

Worry nestles in the furrow of Lee‘s brows but he doesn‘t try to stop him. Only cautions Nathan to drive safely before he ushers Alice and five into the house.

It is warm in the foyer. Lee stands in the hallway, illuminated by soft nightlights. There are even tiny LED‘s, in every step of the staircase leading up to the second floor, Alice notices, relieve washing over him like a warm wave.

That should keep them away, for sure. Fucking breathers are worse than the faceless one.

The soft hum of a coffee machine comes from the end of the hallway. Carries the warm rich scent through the house. It tickles Alice nose, enticing with every inhale.

Still, he hopes he isn‘t expected to drink it and stay awake any longer. His head started to pound an hour ago and he wouldn‘t survive one more without sleep. Five yawns next to him, dead on his feet.

„It seems it is only the two of us for now, hm?“ Lee muses.

„Yeah.“ Alice breaths, while five mutters a silent, „rude,“ under his breath.

„How about I get you some fresh clothes from the laundry room.“ Lee gestures. „And show you your room after, so you can get some rest?“

„The idea sounds splendid Sir.“

Pressing cold fingertips to his temples Alice watches Lee disappear through the last door on the left. Sighing at the small reprieve of soothing touch. Even if its just his own.

A quiet treacherous part of him longs for his master. Yearns for the warm big hands that had held him through the very pain they had inflicted. Skilled fingers massaging cooling ointment into burning bruises. Dry lips murmuring praise in his ear.

His freshly fused yaw-bone aches.

„You the new one?“ A voice like grave yard gravel whispers from the end of the stairs and Alice whirls around.

On the last bottom stair stands a young man, half swallowed by shadows. The stair lights lick on pale bare feet. Dip into the divots of scars on his right hand. Light pink lines crossing pale long fingers that twitch faintly. Scarred knuckles crack softly with the movements.

„Yeah. I guess I am.“ Alice grins. Eyes wandering up the mans dark sweatshirt to land on his face. Pale scarred skin, a smatter of freckles smeared across high cheekbones, a nose crooked from being broken to often.

His smile is not returned. The other just stares at him. Unblinking sea glass green eyes drinking Alice in.

„Can I offer a nice Chianti to our livers, Sir?“ five whispers and Alice has to suppress a laugh, eyes growing wide as he snorts, coughs into his fist at the last moment.

The other furrows a sparse red eyebrow. The ghost of an expression, Alice isn‘t quite sure flitted over the other face at all.

„I‘m Alice.“ He tries again. Thrusts his hand forward. „Nice to meet you.“

The other stumbles backwards, up a step, in a motion that looks still oddly gracious. Pale eyes narrow.

„Try to touch me again; I‘ll put your head through the wall.“, he hisses, upper lip wrinkling. Showing a flash of straight white teeth.

A sheepish smile shifts the wound dressings on Alice face, tugs on his skin. He lifts his hands, palms out, placating. „Sorry. Really, I didn‘t mean to make you uncomfortable.“

The smile stretches into a toothy grin and he laughs. „But please wait with that til I‘ve healed up from the first time. Even though it wasn‘t the wall but masters hallway dresser. Massive thing. Antique.“ Alice mouth scrunches into the tiniest scowl. „I guess my blood ruined it though.“ He shakes his head, getting rid of some thought like a dog would of water. „Anyway. You can twist my arm until it hurts, if that‘d make you feel better?“

The other stares at Alice outstretched arm. Back up to his smiling, softly flushed face. Honey brown eyes look at him almost... expectantly?

He shakes his head, the fraction of a motion from left to right, eerily light eyes never leaving Alice face.

„No.“, he rasps. After a small pause. „Thank you?“

„Oh.“, Alice drops his arm. His smile falters. „Okay.“

„Harvey, please.“ Lee strides down the hall, in long measured steps. A bundle of fabric is clutched under his right arm, bicep flexing. A kind seriousness lives in the curve of his mouth. The set of his brows. The soft crinkle around one eye, hint of his half smile. „We did talk about this. It‘s hard to make friends when you threaten every new person you meet with terrible violence.“

„I don‘t do friendship.“ Harvey mumbles and stalks up the stairs as Lee‘s mouth opens, ready to retaliate. Lee stares after his back, almost at the top pf the stairs and sighs softly. He turns back to Alice. The expression on his face softens, gentles like his voice.

„And Alice.“ Lee places a stack of well worn clothes and soft towels into Alice hands. They smell after a laundry detergent with flowers printed on the bottle. Like spring and fresh starts in the middle of an autumn full of endings and withering deaths. „You do not have to pay for mistakes with pain here. Nor for anything else. Okay?“

The muscles of Alice face draw tight, crumbling in confusion. He glances over to five who flashes him an encouraging smile. Five who had always been there and held him through the roughest patches of training. Who had never been trained for pain himself but had helped him in his first sessions of romantic training before his owner had announced he wanted Alice only as a platonic and not-

Of course!

He tilts his head just so to the side, tries to get it right after so long and smiles up at Lee‘s gentle face. Drinking in those round dark eyes, the soft curve of his lips. Lips that surely like to kiss as sweetly as the words taste that fell from them. Alice wasn‘t trained for gentle but he could try.

„Yeah sure. I know all the other ways to earn,“ he squeezes the fabric in his hands, „all of this, too.“

Well, all the other ways was a bit of a stretch, maybe, possible, a little, but he would just ask five for a little training‘s refresher and everything would run like clockwork.

Or so Alice thought until Lees face fell.

„No that is- I did not mean mean it like that.“ A broad hand cards through thick black hair. Tousles the short bowl-cut to total disarray. „You do not have to earn anything here. It‘s, uhm, you can see it all as a gift. Yes? No strings attached.“

„Gift?“ Five echos. His beautiful pale face mirrors Alice own disbelieve.

Honey brown eyes narrow in suspicion. „Why would you just- gift all that to us?“

„U-“ Lee begins, stops himself. „Because you deserve a safe place to breath and heal. Just like our Harvey and all the other rescues. Like every other person.“

„Person huh?“ The towels are soft under Alice fingers as he grips them. Tight. The smile twitching on his lips hurts in a way he can‘t quiet grasp. This pain isn‘t a good pain. „Haven‘t been called that in a while.“

„Well.“ There is a hardness buried deep under all the compassion coloring Lee‘s words. Steel hidden beneath silk. „You should get used to hearing the truth here. But for now, let me show you your room.“ Lee‘s back to business clap echoes through the entryway. Rough palms slap together, while he nods towards the staircase with a smile. „You must be terribly tired after the long journey.“

A yawn breaks free from Alice mouth. Topples the cheeky reply from the tip of his tongue, so for once he falls silent and follows his new keeper up the stairs.

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writingjoycebyers · 3 years

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Could you write a small drabble about jopper being protective of eachother 🥺

Joyce Byers x Jim Hopper - Friend, old friend - a song fic

(this fic is based on the prompt above (I hope this counts as protective) and the song slow mover by Angie McMahon. Comments and reblogs make my writing heart go boom boom - you know how it works. love feedback and suggestion on how to do it better. or ideas. or thoughts. or whatever <3)

Warnings: contains mature topics like a hint of cheating, alcohol consumption, very light nsfw (superficial) and angst. 18+ as always

Friend, old friend, it's 4 AM

What are we doing in the street?

They walk through the empty streets of Hawkins, a cold february night in 1969, snow falling onto them, and they don‘t even notice the small, cold drops on their heads, shoulders and hands - they‘re far too gone to notice, too drunk to freeze and too sober to dance in the snow the way they used to when they were kids in Jim‘s parents backyard. They‘d left the bar an hour ago, to roam the empty streets at night, talking and walking like old friends do.

„Yeah, he‘s with my mother tonight. Jon loves it there.“, Joyce adds as Jim asks her where she‘s left her son - a reasonable question considering Joyce seemed to have time and space to get wasted all on her own on a saturday night. „She lets him have chocolate before dinner and all.“

„And...“, Jim adds, unable to finish his questioning words when Joyce interrupts him. „I‘ve got no clue, and I kind of don‘t want to know.“, Joyce finishes his sentence, anticipating the question underlying the small word „and“ and the tone of her friend‘s voice. No clue, he might aswell be screwing some girl in her very own wedding bed. Lonnie.

„Joyce, does he even care for the kid?“, Hopper suddenly blurts out, without warning, and boy — he does sound angry. He stops, and grabs her by the shoulders. It‘s a sudden move for him, impulsive and way more serious than she had experienced him at the bar, in their heavy, drunken laughter above the tears behind her brown eyes.

„He... even asked me if I want to try for another one.“, Joyce confessed, a whisper in the cold as she tried to avoid locking eyes with Jim. She had become bad at eye contact lately. Her hand found his on her shoulder. He had not actually asked, had rather joked around that if they tried for another boy, then maybe he‘d finally have a kid that liked what he‘d call boys stuff. Joyce swallowed hard. Lonnie didn‘t want to make another baby for love. No, he was being selfish. And still that idea had sparked a tiny bit of hope inside of her, a hope that he‘d maybe change? Change for the sake of another kid? But she couldn‘t tell Hopper. So she told him some kind of half hearted truth.

„Are you hungry?“, she suddenly asked as his grip on her shoulders began to losen. She nodded into the direction of a 24 hour diner, the neon lights behind them illuminating his silhouette from behind. She loved his silhouette.

I don't want to buy fried chicken

I wish that I was going to sleep

„Nah...I just... Joyce.“, he mumbled, his articulation heavy and sloppy from the drinks he had drowned. The „Joyce“ said it all. He knew she was trying to distract him, knew she did not want to talk about Lonnie, that she did not want to stay with that man and neither would want to leave him. He‘d take her with him, he thinks, take her with him into his small apartment in NYC, around the corner of his police training station, and hold her tight every night in his way too small bed, and never let go again. He‘d done that once too often already. But then, his mind flashes to the woman he‘s dating, Diane, tall and blonde, a woman he hasn‘t thought of much during his visit home, if he was honest with himself. A small bundle of guilt starts to form in his gut, and he isn‘t sure if he‘s sick from the alcohol, or if it really is his conscience.

„Just tired.“, he mumbles then, and none of his thoughts were said.

So they start to make their way towards Jim‘s parents‘ house, the way they had done it so often as teenagers just a couple of years ago. A lifetime ago. Joyce keeps on walking next to him although she lives on the opposite side of town now, that small house on the edge of the woods. Where was home?

Quietly she follows Jim up to the corner of the street, because walking next to him feels a lot like home to her, so familar with his warmth, his unique scent, his height towering above her. He was home, after all.

They stop by the STOP-sign, a flashing one that stands across the streets of Jim‘s birth place, and as if the stop sign was meant for them, they don‘t go any further. It‘s quiet, a winter night, and Joyce feels like she can hear the snow flakes falling. Jim‘s presence feels warm, and life feels cold - and she does not know where to go. She‘s got a house to live in, but no home to go to sleep at. No peace within her own four walls.

„So, when are you heading back to the city?“, she asks shyly after some moments of silence.

„Tomorrow night.“, he replies, staring down on the floor, and then back up to the sign as a car goes by and it starts blinking.

„So.. last night here, huh?“, Joyce whispers, her face turned to the side because for some reason, for some damn reason she can‘t look him in the eye again.

The silence gets louder, the blinking feels harsher, the cold gets colder. She wraps her arms around herself as she feels the dizziness of the alcohol get washed away by the bleak midwinter air and her thoughts. The last night - their last chance?

Her thoughts drift off as she feels his gaze on her, feels him get closer and wrap his arms around her. They stand there in a deep, intimate hug and she asks herself what if - what if she was married to him, what if the house on the other side of the street was theirs, their home? What if they entered the living room, warmed themselves up with a deep, long kiss? God, she wanted to kiss him. His breath is warming the side of her face while he still hugged her, and she turns her head a bit, looking up. The last time they had been this close to kissing had been another lifetime ago. His eyes look dark and warm in contrast to the cold wind around them.

„You wanna come inside with me?“, he suddenly suggests. She answers with a small nod.

And I don't want to kiss you

Underneath that flashing sign

They enter his parents‘ place and although it is huge and empty, it is welcoming and cozy. The furniture hasn‘t changed. The atmosphere hasn‘t changed. There‘s a small light on the table by the sofa, and the room looks so large without Jim‘s family in it. She looks at him, and he looks sad. „It is okay to miss them.“, she whispers softly, her small hand on his back as they stand in the middle of the living room. The tension they had shared under the flashing light is gone for a second. They‘re old friends again. She rubs his back, and feels like she was wrong, feels as if she had interpreted it all the wrong way. Maybe he needed a friend, not a lover. Or maybe he needed time?

She can sense his tension underneath her hand, and she‘s glad she can be close to him in some way, somehow. Joyce looks around the familiar room, the old clock on the wall telling her the night might soon be coming to an end, and she gets sad herself. Their last chance - gone?

But then, suddenly, Jim wakes up from his short, griefing trance. Without a warning he pulls her close by the hand that had just comforted him, and as he leans down his lips find hers. There‘s no time to lose. They kiss and it feels both wrong and right, both hot and cold. She‘s overwhelmed by the passion behind his kiss, the force behind his touch as he scoops her up into his arms and her legs wrap around his waist like they belong there. „Jim...slow down. I want to feel this.“, she suddenly whispers. Suddenly, the night feels still young as he takes her by the hand and they walk up the stairs to his childhood bedroom

What's the hurry? We're not ready

We've got plenty of time

Some time later, minutes, hours, moments, they‘re a mess of limbs and words and kisses and Joyce could swear to God she has never felt like this before. He‘s rushed, but gentle, as if he‘s trying to make up for the lost time, and she‘s the other side of the magnet, slow and sensual and they make the perfect mixture. It takes a bit of talking, a bit of trust, and then they arrive - arrive at home.

For the rest of the night, Jim holds her tight in his way too small bed for once and he never wants to let her go again. They look into each other‘s eyes as they lay entangled, none of them daring to losen the grip, and Joyce feels tired, but she does not want to miss a second of this. Their last chance, remember?

„Get some sleep.“, he murmurs with a soft kiss onto the top of her head. „I‘m not leaving your side tonight.“, he adds as he strokes her hair, caresses it gently, stroking away the thoughts of guilt that come creeping up in Joyce‘s mind as she lays in the arms of another man, indulging in the afterglow of a forbidden rush of passion and confusion. What about him, she thinks, is there someone he should feel guilty for now?

Joyce couldn‘t know what the future would hold for him, a wife, a marriage and a daughter. She could only guess. Neither could she know what the future would hold for her, that she would indeed try for another baby with Lonnie and that, in two years or three, she‘d sometimes find herself lying awake late at night, counting the weeks between their little adventure and her blood results from the doctor‘s pregnancy test. It‘d be wishful thinking, maybe, that she wanted her second son to be more like Hopper than Lonnie. Wishful thinking, and a stupid, unprotected adventure.

Maybe you will get married

Maybe fall in love

Could you make me fall asleep

When you're holding me?

Try set me on fire

The morning after, Joyce awakes with her head on his chest and his arms neatly placed around his torso. Jim is fast asleep. Memories of the night come flashing back in front of her inner eye. She‘s Lonnie Byers wife. She is Lonnie Byers god damn wife in another man‘s bed. And she‘d always thought she was better than Lonnie.

Quietly, she leaves the bed and tiptoes to her clothes lying on the floor on the other side of the room. For the first time, she catches a glance of Jim‘s old room. Nothing has changed. She gets dressed as silently as possible, staring at a picture on the wall - him and her during Prom Night, in front of the Gym. She should have known earlier that this was more than friendship. She had known earlier, actually, and they had always danced around it, danced like it was prom night - until yesterday.

There's someone else but I twist all of

His words and he twists mine

At last, Joyce puts on her jacket, slips into her shoes and opens the old wooden door as carefully as she can. One last look towards the bed with a peacefully sleeping Jim in it, and she‘s out the door. He had promised last night he wouldn‘t leave her side, but this was a promise she herself could not make. In this moment, she felt as if they had to go backt to the separate paths they had chosen at some point, whether they were right or wrong, drunk or sober.

She waves him goodbye as the front door of Jim‘s parent‘s house closes behind her. A wave he doesn’t see.

Joyce would never return to that place again — She‘d not return home for more than 10 years after that. And when she, in 1983, finally does return home, entering the Chief of Police‘s office one morning, she‘ll be too panicked to notice that it‘s home, too broken to see that he‘s still there beneath the flashing sign. Waiting.

So I'll have to let him go

We sometimes fit, but we always lie

And he thinks we could make it work

But only when he's drunk

You think you could help me swim

But I've already sunk

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Thanks for reading. Please drop me a line if you‘ve got thoughts on this. Or if you wanna chat about joyce/st/jopper. My inbox is open.<3

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xjamlessparkx · 5 years

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divorce | myg | 16

summary: in which you have to go through a painful process of your own family shattering

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: angst

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Your eyes were darted on his and you noticed the fear in his expression. The fear that in any way the words of your mother would affect you and lead to another abrupt decision. You didn’t know how long you stayed in front of each other, simply looking into each other’s eyes, mesmerized by his soft features and dark eyes which were drilling a hole through your existence.

Hesitantly, your hands made their way up to his upper arm, grabbing it firmly as if you were afraid of him running away any minute soon. You guided him to the opposite side of the hallway, entering a room which he recognized fast. The room which brought you two together after a long, tiring day, tangled up between each other as you were admiring the silence filled with soft breaths coming from your lips. Yoongi was fast to recognize the change in the room. His eyes glanced at the huge wall which once was full of your pictures, noticing that you hung them down already. He couldn’t blame you. After all, he led you to hang them down. He was the cause of all this trouble and pain even though he promised on the most beautiful day of yours at the wedding vow to have and hold you from the day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you apart. He couldn’t stick to his promise and broke it once the responsibilities grew and grew, making him feel even more afraid of the future and his strength.

“Yoongi,” your eyes followed his gaze and you knew that he was looking at the empty wall facing him. As if it was reflecting his own state without you. You were the pictures which needed to be on the wall for helping the wall to become fuller and stronger.

“I know you heard my mother, but I want to assure you that nothing will change about my decision.” Your gaze dropped down on your fingers, getting slightly nervous as his face turned towards you again.

“She tells me that I’m hurting myself rather than empowering myself. But then I want to ask her-“your cheeks were burning from the heat which was overwhelming your body suddenly.

“What if love is the key to letting me gain power and strength. Not pain but love. Why must hatred and pain be the key for someone to become a new person?”

“Y/N, stop being so generous. I don’t deserve all of this. I don’t deserve you, I don’t deserve my family-“ you chuckled at how fast he was giving up already.

„In my worst days I started blaming everyone around me but I never dared to blame myself and you. What happened is our fault-„ you sat down on the edge of your bed, fingers on your lap.

„We jumped from a simple relationship to marriage. We were young-„ you looked up to meet his eyes, „while others of our age were living their lives better we waited for our first child to be born.“ Your voice sounded wobbly and you had to inhale deeply to prevent yourself from sobbing loudly. Salty water streamed down your cheeks but you wiped them away with your palms.

„We both were irresponsible. We both made mistakes but I always believed that we would overcome our mistakes until you broke one important key for any marriage, for any relationship.“ You stated and he knew exactly what you meant. His gaze dropped down on the ground, shamefully his cheeks reddened.

„I never told you that I forgot. I want to forgive you but I won’t ever forget that. I want to give our marriage a second chance. I want to give us a second chance without being belittled as a weak and foolish person.“ You stood up from the bed as you stepped closer to Yoongi.

„But if sacrificing your own needs for the sake of your children is weak and irresponsible than I would accept being the dumb and foolish woman. Ahran and Junsun are everything I have.“ you pointed at the door, letting him known that you were sincere, „It would be a huge lie if I tell you that I never thought about getting you back. It‘s a lie when I tell you that I never cried in this damn bed, hoping that you will return home. Wishing that you would be next to me, tell me that everything will be fine that we will be ok but you weren’t.“

„And as time passed I had myself getting used to our situation but I couldn’t get used to our family’s situation.“ You mumbled as you shed tear after tear, not minding them since you wanted to release them.

Yoongi sighed deeply as he closed his eyes, blaming himself for your state and the situation you found yourselves in. His movements were hesitant. After all, you didn’t officially forgive him and also he was afraid that you would reject him once he tries a move on you. Nonetheless, he tried to get his courage together and stepped forward, his hand hesitantly reaching out for your cheeks as he wanted to wipe them away. You flinched at his movement, not expecting him to show affection and care. Normally, you would’ve backed away any minute soon but this time it felt different. His fingertips brushed your cheeks, just as warm as your tears. Blood rushed up to your cheeks but you maintained steady. He bit his lip, wondering if he did well by comforting you.

„I know that a sorry can’t ever bring our memories back. I know that a sorry can’t erase the pain which I caused and I know that a sorry won’t be enough my mistakes.“ He started, cupping your cheeks and for the first time in this hassle, you stared into glassy eyes.

„I‘ve done the worst. Your mother is right in any way. I‘m not good enough and I never will be good enough for you. I don’t deserve you, you’re so pure and kind-hearted.“ His thumbs brushed your cheeks gently and he started caressing your hair, putting some strands of hair behind your ear to have a better view of your beautiful face which he admired always.

„But I promised you to fight. This time it’s me who will be fighting for our love. I don’t know how to win you back, to be honest, and I wonder if you won’t ever forgive me but then I rethink and tell myself that it is okay. You already suffered because of me, I just want you to be happy-„ he clarified, your hands reaching out for his which were lying on your cheeks. You gave them a firm squeeze as you grabbed them and pulled them down.

„I‘m happy when my children are…“ you added as you wiped away your left tears yourself and stepped back from him. He let you, he didn’t want to push your limits no matter how much he wanted to hold you right now.

„And also, it was my request after all and you agreed,“ you said, looking into the distance.

„I won’t make you regret your decision“ Yoongi clarified, not dropping his gaze from your face. You felt the way he looked at you and it made you weak. It’s not something you can control, it’s not a feeling you can control anymore since you were chained to him emotionally from the first day your eyes met. From the day your lips touched and from the day you promised yourself to be each other’s husband and wife.

„I will go and look after the children.“ You changed the topic quickly because you were afraid of what would happen next.

He nodded, your shoulder brushing his when you went past him to exit the door. He exhaled a deep breath as he turned around to the wall, promising himself to make the wall full again. Promising himself to make you happy again, to make your children happy again.

You went up to Ahran and Junsun who were deeply focused on the game, not wanting anyone to disturb them. Smiling slightly you went to the guest room again, seeing your mother fast asleep. You have one weakness which is not being able to hate or be harsh to someone you love. No matter how much they break your heart, no matter how much they step on your heart any crunch it into pieces. If love is there, your love will not fade.

Just as you wanted to get our blankets and pillows for Yoongi, you heard Junsun‘s voice behind.

„Mom?“ He whispered in a low tone.

„Dad will sleep next to me, you don’t have to get out blankets or pillows.“ You nodded, noticing that it was dark and that he probably didn’t see your approval. You closed the door of the cupboard and walked out of her room.

„Alright …“ you mumbled, leaving him to walk into his room.

„Mom?“ He asked again, this time hesitantly, „Can I sleep next to both of you?“ your heart skipped a beat at the thought of Yoongi and you return to your shared bed again.

Biting your lip, you turned around to Junsun, shaking your head in disapproval.

„I-“ your son cut you off, staring desperately at you.

„Please“ his voice cracked as he turned around slightly while looking at the ground.

„Please, mom“ this time it was Ahran who requested the same. You bit your lip.

„I mean the two of you can sleep in my bed together with dad. You already see me every day so it’s okay-” Ahran shook her head.

„Only for today, mom…“ Junsun pointed up hid finger while pouting sadly. Sighing deeply you nodded hesitantly. When the two of them fall asleep you wanted to leave the bed so that the three of them could have their space. You saw Junsun and Ahran running into their rooms to change into their pajamas and calling their dad. Slowly, you changed yourself as well. A dark pajama which was long sleeved since it was still cold outside.

„Y/N!“ you heard Yoongi‘s deep voice calling out for you, a warm hand grabbing your shoulder.

„You don‘t have to do that …“ he said but you shook your head. It was already too late and deep down the idea wasn’t sounding as unpleasant as thought.

„I put your old pajamas into the small closet in Junsun‘s room. You can change into something comfortable as well…“ you said and pulled away from the blanket.

Junsun and Ahran came running into the room and jumped on your huge bed. You giggled at their behavior and happiness as you lied down next to Ahran on the outside of the bed.

„Did you brush your teeth?“ you asked and both of them nodded fast in sync.

Yoongi entering the room was giving you mixed feelings. You were happy that Ahran and Junsun were in the middle of both of you. Yoongi hesitantly grabbed the edge of the blanket as he pulled it back to step feet on the mattress. He didn’t stare at you, nor did you. Your hand surrounded the neck of Ahran while you pulled her closer to yourself, covering the two of them with the blanket.

„Thank you…“ Ahran mumbled in a whispering tone. It was so silent that the room was filled with your breaths while Yoongi hummed to a song which brought you to smile faintly. He wasn’t the greatest singer but his deep and raspy hum was making you feel happy.

You smiled slightly, pulling Ahran tighter. The back of a hand touched yours and you were sure that it belonged to Junsun that’s why grabbed it without thinking and squeezed it firmly. The hum got silent and you noticed the hand wincing slightly. At that moment you turned your face to Yoongi, noticing that he stared at you. Your heart began to beat faster and you were happy that it was dark so he won’t see your face at all. You hoped for his hand to pull away but he didn’t. Instead, he waited for your move and was hesitant of another move to make. At that moment, you pretended to be fast asleep, waiting for his movement while pressing your eyes together. He lifted his head and stared at your figure. Once he was sure that your eyes were closed, he intertwined your hands together, not squeezing too tight so he won’t wake you up.

Again, your heart skipped a beat, his touch gave you euphonious feelings. The warmth was making your tiny hairs stand straight up even though it‘s a nice and comforting touch. You let it be and tried to think as if all of this were normal. As if you’ve never agreed to divorce as if you two never separated your ways and lost each other. You just wanted to have him next to you again, without him knowing that you were awake.

Little did he know though, that you pretended to be asleep. Afraid of ruining the moment, he stood silent.

#bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #bts angst #bts series #bts scenarios #bts angst scenarios #bangtan angst scenarios #bangtan angst #bts x you #bts x reader #min yoongi series #min yoongi scenarios #min yoongi x you #min yoongi angst

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theangelssecondwing · 4 years

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Chapter 8

A month later, it was finally time for the house-warming party. I had unpacked everything, with the kind help of Sephiroth, Genesis, Angeal and Yui, and now we celebrated a move well executed.

Angeal gave me an approving smile as he looked around. „It‘s good that you are starting to become independent of your father, Cora. It will help you become stronger in the long run.“

„And that‘s exactly the reason why I wanted to move out. No matter how much my father insisted that I stay at home.“ I slightly rolled my eyes.

Angeal chuckled softly. „He‘ll survive, I‘m sure.“

„Of course he will. He wouldn‘t be where he is today if he let a few bumps on the road deter him.“ I had to hand it to my dad; he did have excellent business savvy. His plan of marrying me off to Rufus would have been a genious move if it hadn‘t been for my own plans.

Yui joined us, looking slightly worried. „Have any of you seen Genesis? He‘s been acting kind of weird lately. Pretty much ever since he got injured while training.“

Angeal and I exchanged worried looks. „I think he went to the balcony“, I said softly, nodding in the general direction of the balcony.

„Thank you.“ She walked away, and Sephiroth came up to us, wrapping one arm around me and kissing my temple.

„Everything alright, dear?“

„Did you notice anything strange about Genesis lately? Yui seems worried“, I said, turning around and wrapping my arms around his neck.

Sephiroth hummed thoughtfully. „Something is certainly off about the way he acts at the moment. He barely talks to any of us. Not to me, not to Angeal, not even to Yui.“ I let my eyes wander over to the balcony, where Yui stood next to Genesis, talking to him, while he looked… apathetic, to say the least.

„Do you think that there‘s anything we can do?“

„We already tried everything“, Sephiroth replied with resignation in his voice. „But you can‘t help someone who doesn‘t want to be helped.“

Sephiroth decided to spend the night with me after everyone else left. And as we lay in bed, snuggled together and staring out of the window into the overcast sky, I couldn‘t shake the thoughts about Genesis. What was wrong with him? I had a feeling. A terrible feeling that things were about to change. And not for the better.

I awoke to the sound of my phone ringing. Still half asleep, I picked up my glasses and looked at my alarm clock. 6AM. I picked up, and the first thing I heard was Yui‘s frantic voice.

„Cora? Oh thank goodness! I‘ve already tried calling Angeal and Sephiroth, but I only got Angeal‘s voicemail, and Sephiroth has his phone turned off. I don‘t know what to do and...“

„Yui. Yui! You need to calm down.“ I sat up, causing Sephiroth to stir awake aswell.

Yui was close to sobbing. „Genesis is gone. I went to his room at the Shinra building this morning, because we wanted to meet up for coffee before work, but he wasn‘t there! I thought maybe he had gone to Dr. Hollander because of his injury, but Hollander is gone, too! And not just him, all of his belongings as well! Both his office and lab have been completely emptied!“

„What?“ Sephiroth, noticing my alarmed expression, silently mouthed „What‘s going on?“

„Hold on“, I told Yui. „Sephiroth is with me. I‘ll put you on speaker.“

While Yui retold the story to Sephiroth, I got out of bed and got dressed as quickly as I could.

Once she was done, he picked up the phone. „You need to stay calm, Yui. I‘m sure that there‘s a perfectly reasonable explanation for all of this. Take a deep breath. Cora and I are on our way.“

When we entered the Shinra building, the receptionist stood up. „Director Lazard wishes to see you, Mr. Sephiroth.“ With a short glance towards me, during which her expressioin darkened for a split second, she clarified:„Only you. He said that it‘s a matter concerning only members of SOLDIER, so Ms. Hunter isn-“

„Come on, Cora“, Sephiroth told me, took my hand and together we hurried towards the elevator.

„But I‘m not supposed to come with you“, I said.

„And as a 1st Class SOLDIER, I am free to disregard certain orders.“ Sephiroth hit the button for the floor assigned to the SOLDIER unit. „Genesis is your friend, too, so it does concern you. Information restrictions be damned.“

While the elevator carried us upward, we had a moment to catch our breath, and I saw of tense Sephiroth was. I ran my hand down the length of his arm until our hands were entwined with each other. He looked at me, and while his face didn‘t show any sign of emotion, his catlike eyes didn‘t focus on me, but were darting around the small space we were in. I hugged him. It would still be a few seconds before the elevator doors would open, and I wanted to use those to calm him down as much as I could. He held onto me, burying his face in my shoulder. But then the doors opened, and we parted before the people outside could see us like this.

People were undoubtedly staring when we walked towards Director Lazard‘s office, but I felt the discomfort caused by their stares ease off when the door to the office closed behind us. We were the last ones to arrive, it seemed. Angeal was already there, comfortingly patting the shoulder of a very distressed Yui.

The director looked up. „I thought I had given instruction to keep this an internal affair until we have discovered the reason for Genesis‘ and Dr. Hollander‘s disappearance.“

„And we are“, Sephiroth replied curtly. „Cora is directly involved, as she was the first one contacted by Yui upon finding Genesis gone.“

Director Lazard played with his pen for a moment, then he sighed. „I suppose since she‘s already in the know, it won‘t do any harm to have her here. BUT if I find out that the public has found out about this incident through her, there WILL be consequences. Understood?“

„Of course, Director Lazard“, I replied.

Lazard straightened his back. „We have already sent people to investigate both Genesis‘ room and Hollander‘s office and laboratory for any clues to their whereabouts. There have been a few misunderstandings with Hollander lately, so I am not surprised that he would leave. Now we just have to find out how Genesis is involved in all of this. But while we investigate, it is of utmost importance that all of you act normally. Pretend everything is fine. Sephiroth and Angeal will continue receiving missions as normal, and you, Ms. Hunter and Ms. Yuuji, will just continue with your usual work. We cannot let anyone know that a 1st Class SOLDIER has just walked out on us.“

„Of course, Director“, Angeal replied.

„Alright then. You are dismissed.“

As we all stepped out of the office, I looked over to Yui. „Will you be okay?“, I asked carefully.

„I… I think“, she said, her voice still a little shaky. „I just can‘t believe Genesis would just up and leave like that without telling me.“

„I‘m sure they will find him soon, and then we‘ll find out what is behind all of this“, Angeal tried to comfort her.

I looked ahead, holding onto Sephiroth‘s hand. Then I said:„Something‘s off about all of this.“

„Off?“

„Why would Director Lazard try to keep Genesis‘ disappearance a secret like that?“

„To uphold the image of Shinra? To prevent a panic?“, he suggested.

„But wouldn‘t it be more prudent to make the news known, so people would be more likely to report sightings of Genesis?“, I asked further. „Something‘s fishy here.“

„Hm… you might be right.“ Sephiroth sighed. „But for now, we should just follow his orders.“

„Uh-huh“, I agreed reluctantly.

„So“, he then said. „I‘ve got no missions for today. What about you?“

„I‘ve got the day off. How about we all go get some coffee?“

The coffee shop we so frequently visited only had a few customers at this hour, as most people were working. The barista smiled at us, particularly at Angeal and Sephiroth, and then asked us for our orders. The usual for Sephiroth, Angeal and me, and a vanilla breve latte with a complementary Chocobo-cupcake (a cupcake with yellow frosting, decorated with little wings, eyes and a beak made of hardened sugar) for Yui, since she felt like she needed something particularly sweet and creamy to lift her spirits at least a little bit.

„I still can‘t believe it“, she said quietly, her hands wrapped around the hot coffee cup. I put my hand on hers.

„I‘m sure that there‘s a perfectly reasonable explanation for all of this. Trust me. He‘ll be back before you know it.“

„Hmhm...“ She sighed.

Suddenly, both Angeal‘s and Sephiroth‘s phones began to ring. They took them out, and Sephiroth sighed. „Damn, couldn‘t he tell us that when we were in his office just half an hour ago?“

„Doesn‘t matter now. Sorry, you two, but Sephiroth and I have to leave. We just got a new mission.“

„One that could take a while“, Sephiroth added grimly. He kissed me before getting up. „I will keep you updated via text. Would you please do the same, in case there are any news about Genesis?“

„Of course“, I replied, enjoying the short contact with him and then watching him leave with Angeal. Yui and I were quiet for a long time, just finishing our coffees, paying and then leaving.

I had trouble falling asleep that night. Not only because the familiar warmth of Sephiroth wasn‘t next to me, but also because so much had happened in the span of just a day. And while I stared at the ceiling of my bedroom, I just wondered where Genesis was. Why would he leave his best friends and new girlfriend just like that? Without saying anything?

Genesis, I thought. Please come back soon. For Yui‘s sake. For Sephiroth‘s sake. For everyone who loves you. And while I mentally repeated those words like a prayer, I slowly drifted off into a restless, nightmare-filled sleep.

#The Angel's Second Wing #selfshipping #fanfiction #self insert

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bluebirdinmysoul · 6 years

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I haven‘t been feeling like myself lately. Actually, I‘ve been either feeling like a bundle of missmatched emotions or empty space. I‘ve been feeling like shit and nothing could help me. I‘ve tried sports, studying, working, partying, shopping, drawing, singing, dancing, and basically everything that one can imagine to make someone happy or distract them at least. Nothing helped. I still feel like shit. I still want to cut. I still wouldn‘t mind dying if it wasn‘t for my family and my boyfriend who I wish could feel what I feel and think what I think just for a day to get an idea of what it‘s like to be me. To get an idea of the hell I‘m going through day by day. I don‘t wish for anybody to be depressed or suicidal. I just ask for understanding. I ask for support as in „I‘m proud of you because you made through the day“ and not pressure though with all the best intentions as in „You finally need to get a therapist or I will do it for you“ or „please just get your shit together and be happy with me“. I understand his suffering because of me and I feel deeply sorry for that but I cannot change it so sometimes I think I should just finish it for his good but then again I think of love and love is said to be strong enough to overcome hate and isn‘t this sickness just me hating myself in a way? I haven‘t been feeling well lately and I got the feeling that no one can really make me happy anymore and I‘m scared of that and I don‘t want it to be like that because it‘s not fair at all for those few who try so harder than a hundred people could ever try together because despite of my messed-up mind and my aweful personality the somehow love me and care for me. I haven‘t been feeling well because I cannot value any of that though I know I should and it‘s the most precious thing in life. I haven‘t been feeling the love lately and I‘m afraid I might lose my ability to do so. I need those around me to understand that and don‘t get me wrong. I need them to be paitient with me and give me the time I need and the words I need to say to them without drawing conclusions before I can fully explain myself. I need to be listened to because I will only explain myself once if I ever find the courage to. I need more love than ever but I cannot ask for it because the way I am I don‘t even deserve the amount of it I‘m getting right now. I‘m incredibly ashamed of all this and I‘ll be even more ashamed once I manage to put my words and my worries out there into the room for him to hear them. I‘m scared he might not unserstand for I have been too complicated for too long. But. I haven‘t been feeling well and I hate it and my words must get out there.

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malagenabolaka-ful · 7 years

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Bamon One-Shot (somewhere post 8x02)

@bonneibennett sorry for not sending you this sooner, between all my exams and real life struggles I totally forgot about it...

I hope you like it and can find some kind of use for it. I usually don’t write fanfics and english is not my native language so excuse me if they’re any mistakes :) This is also just floating around without any context but I got the idea before 8x03 aired bc they said Sybil would find out about Bonnie’s connection to Damon and I thought that would’ve been a great opportunity to call them out on their feelings.. so yeah...

Please tell me what you think, I’m still very unsure whether I like this or not.

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“Well, well, look what we have here“ Bonnie would recognize Sybil‘s silky voice anywhere, she didn‘t even have to look up to see the siren enter the empty store house, so she kept her eyes steady on the man in front of her. Damon, apparently free from Sybil‘s grip for a second, quickly took a step back. A flare of horror flashed over his face when he saw the blood coming out of Bonnie‘s nose, but the second Sybil started talking to him, his eyes went back to being cold and emotionless.

“Damon“, she purred. “Didn‘t I ask you to kill Bonnie?“ “I was about to before you interrupted me“, Damon shot back. Sybil smiled. “Then why don‘t we bring her boyfriend inside so that he can watch.“ She called Enzo‘s name and he appared behind her, his glance as lifeless and cold as Damon‘s. It broke Bonnie‘s heart to see him like this, to see both of them like this. Because she knew that they didn‘t choose it, they were forced not to care, they were manipulated to do whatever that bitch wanted and it left Bonnie angry, terrified and sad. She took a small step forward and tried to reach her best friend.

“Damon“, her voice was quiet but steady. “Damon, please. Don‘t do this. If you‘re still in there somewhere, and I know you are, then I want you to listen to me: You are better than this. You care. You‘re capable of being a decent person every once in a while. Now‘s the time to prove it.“ Her hand hovered over his arm for a moment, but before she was able to touch him he jumped back, quickly, almost like he‘d burned himself. Something in Sybil‘s eyes changed, her gleeful expression was gone and replaced by something else, something that scared Bonnie even though she couldn‘t figure out why. There was a second when nobody spoke, then a smile crept upon Sybil‘s lips and an “Oh“ escaped her while her gaze flickered between Damon and Bonnie. “I didn‘t know that.“ “Didn‘t know what?“, Bonnie asked, growing impatient. She wasn't in the mood to play Sybil's games. “I didn‘t know he cares for you too.“ It wasn‘t asked as a question. It was said as a certainty.

Suddendly Enzo moved for the first time since he came into the room. He walked a few steps towards the other three but Sybil stopped him with a movement of her hand. She didn‘t even need to look at him, he instantly obeyed and kept his distance from them. “I don‘t know why that would matter“, Damon finally said. “Oh, it matters Damon. And you know why? Because you‘ve tried to hide it from me. Even after I found out about your precious girlfriend and manipulated your thoughts, you kept your connection to Bonnie burried somewhere in that beautiful head of yours without me being able to find it. So I want to know: Why is she so important to you?“ “She‘s my best friend“, Damon answered. There was no emotion in his voice or his eyes but Bonnie noticed that he refused to look at either her or Sybil. That was probably why he didn‘t notice the siren creeping up on him, taking his head in her small hands and forcing herself into his thoughts. Bonnie had to stop herself from following her first instinct and leap towards Damon to protect him. She knew it was pointless. Now that Sybil knew her name, knew their connection, he was vulnerable and couldn‘t hide from her anymore. It only took Sybil a few seconds to get everything she needed. She started to laugh. “Oh, this is brilliant!“ The vampire yanked his head away from her, still avoiding meeting anyone‘s eyes with his. “What are you talking about?“ It was Enzo who asked that question, still standing where he was supposed to. Sybil ignored him. Her eyes layed on Damon, she seemed both amused and bothered by her discovery and when she finally answered the question, her voiced echoed through the room, way louder than before.

“You love her too.“

It felt like someone slapped Bonnie right across the face, and considering Damon‘s and Enzos‘s reaction she didn‘t seem to be the only one who was shocked. Sybil on the other hand was only warming up to this new game. “Alright Damon, time to come clean. I want you to answer all of the following questions, and I want you to answer them truthfully. Is Bonnie your best friend?“ “Yes.“ Bonnie closed her eyes. She couldn't look at either one of them. And especially not at Enzo. “Do you love her?" He didn't answer right away. “Damon", Sybil warned him. „Do you love her?" “Yes." “Would you give up your life to protect her, even if that meant never seeing Elena again?“ “Yes.“ Bonnie‘s eyes flew open, that answer was more than surprising to her. Before she could do anything but stare at Damon or even think about what that meant, Sybil had already continued her interrogation.

“Is that why you hid her from me in your mind? Because the need to protect her is that strong?“ “Yes.“ “But that‘s not all, is it?“ There was a beat. A pause. The tension was unbearable. Then, Damon said: “No.“ “So, what else is there? Do you have any regrets about your relationship with Bonnie?“ Damon moved his head and finally looked Sybil straight into the eyes. He seemed to fight with himself even though he knew he had no chance. Sybil demanded the truth. Damon had no choice but to be honest. “Yes, I do. Many of them.“ “Indeed, I can see that. So many surpressed emotions, so much history between the two of you. So much pain. There is this regret of abandoning her, the regret of hurting her, the regret of not being the man she needed you to be...“ Bonnie felt like she couldn‘t breathe. It was like there was a weight on her lungs, partly because she knew Sybil wasn‘t finished, partly because she was curious what the siren actually wanted from Damon. “Don‘t worry, guys, we‘re almost done. Just one more question. What is your biggest regret Damon? Why don‘t you tell us?" Now Damon was truly fighting, something in him blocked his answer, even if it put him through horrible mental pain. Sybil flicked her tongue. “Come on, Damon, you know you‘ve got no choice. I can make it easier for you. Enzo, darling, why don‘t you come a bit closer and make sure you hear this next bit. You‘re gonna love it.“ The siren waited for Enzo to move through the room until he was almost standing next to them. Then she turned her attention back to Damon, who was still struggeling to keep his mouth shout.

“Are you feelings for Bonnie completely platonic, Damon?“

Sybil‘s voice cut through the room like a knife, sharp, damaging, deadly even. Bonnie felt like all the warmth was suddenly sucked out of the store house and she shivered slightly. She was afraid of his answer. Afraid of what it might do to her. To them. Damon was still looking at Sybil when he said: „No.“ “Did you ever think about kissing Bonnie?“ Enzo closed his eyes, his body trembling much like Bonnie‘s but probably for a completely different reason. Damon on the other hand stood stock still. “Yes.“, he said. “More than once?“ “Yes.“ “Is that your biggest regret? Never taking a chance to move your relationship to the next level? Is regret the strongest thing you felt when you came back and saw that Bonnie fell in love with Enzo?“ “...Yes.“ Damon‘s voice was shaking now, like he was ashamed of himself and that was the moment Bonnie found her voice again and was finally able to react. “Stop“, she said and took a step towards Sybil, but the siren only laughed. “Relax, Bonnie, I‘m doing you a favour.“ She waited another few seconds but then she requested one final thing: “Damon, I want you to do what you regret most not doing. Right now.“ “No!“ Enzo tried to take another step towards Sybil, but she hissed: “Don‘t. Move.“ and he had no choice but to obey. “Stop“, Bonnie repeated, firmer this time. She may not have her magic, but she wouldn‘t let Sybil force Damon to do something he was fighting against. “I won‘t let you do this.“ “Oh honey, it‘s so sweet that you think you have say in this.“ Sybil‘s smile was cold. “Now, Damon, we all know you want it, so do it and do it now. We don‘t have all day.“ “Do what?“, Damon snapped. “I‘ve already told you. I want you to think about your biggest regret. And what you would do if you could do it all over again.“

Slowly, Damon backed away from Sybil. He briefly looked at Enzo and shrugged in an almost apologetic way. Then he turned around and for the first time since Sybil set foot in the building, he was looking at Bonnie. He walked a few steps towards her and Bonnie felt slightly intimitaded by the sudden lack of personal space. Mostly she was nervous though. She wasn‘t really sure what he‘d do next. “I got your back, just try to fight it“, she whispered but he just shook his head. “I can‘t. I’m so tired of fighting. She‘s not forcing me to do this. The way I feel for you is. I‘m sorry.“ Their eyes met and Bonnie noticed how close they already were to each other. “It‘s okay, just...“ She couldn‘t continue when she felt his hand on her right cheek. He still looked her in the eyes but it felt like he could see more. It felt like he could see straight into her soul. Bonnie‘s heart was beating so fast she was afraid it would burst any second, her mouth was dry and she was bloody shaking again. And just when she decided that she couldn‘t do this, she felt his lips on hers.

And Bonnie fell. She didn‘t think or see, she just fell. Fell into him, into his taste of bourbon and something else that she couldn‘t quite describe, something that just tasted like Damon; fell into his scent that she still remembered from wearing his shirt in the prison world; fell into his touch when he held her face between his hands and continued to kiss her, patiently, carefully, without risking anything. It wasn‘t until Bonnie opened her mouth against his when he deepened the kiss and it wasn‘t until she heard a little moan he made when she started touching him, too. Burrying her fingers in his hair, pressing her body against his until there was no space between them while their kiss got more and more passionate. She‘d forgotten about Sybil and the reason this kiss actually happened. She‘d forgotten about Enzo, her boyfriend, who was standing there watching them, she‘d forgotten about how much she could still hate him if she wanted to. All she felt was his mouth on hers and his right hand, which slowly slid down her arm until his hand found hers. There was something shy and timid about the way his fingers intertwined with hers, his uncertainty clearly sweeping through the surface, which was the complete opposite to the unapologetic way he was kissing her. It made her head spin but Bonnie didn‘t push him away. She just couldn‘t pretend anymore. She was tired of fighting this, too.

„Alright, that‘s enough.“

Sybil‘s voice seemed very quiet compared to the blood rushing through Bonnie‘s ears. So quiet that she had no problem ignoring her when she felt Damon‘s left arm grasp her round the waist, apparently entirely unaware of the situation they were in. Their mouths parted, both heavily breathing, neither of them ready to open their eyes. Bonnie felt Damon‘s forehead lightly touching hers while she held on to his face like it was the last thing she‘d ever do and, knowing Sybil would probably kill her anyway in the next few seconds, she crashed her lips against his one last time. There was no holding back, all their supressed frustration, attraction, fear and unresolved tension got set free and Bonnie realized that she might never understand how much she loved him or why or since when but it was deliberating to finally act on it. Judging from the way the kiss was intensifying, he seemed to feel the same way. His mouth was demanding something, demanding her, demanding more.

Suddenly a supernatural force yanked them apart and reality came crashing in.

„I said enough!”

Damon and Bonnie were still mere steps away from one another, trying to catch their breaths, pupils dialeted, hair messy, cheasts heaving, stunned by what just happened and mainly careful not to look at Enzo or Sybil who were still standing right next to them. Unable to take their eyes off each other, as if that could keep them in their own world for a few more moments, Bonnie noticed how the mixture of panic, confusion and hunger in Damon‘s eyes mirrored exactly what she was feeling. And there was one question floating through the air, pushing its way through the silence although none of them dared to say it out loud:

Oh shit, what now?

#okay I'm just gonna put this out here for everyone to see #and just... hide?#(I also have no clue how to post this 'under the cut' so excuse this long ass post #bamon #i'm emo #my babies deserve better #damon x bonnie #we wouldn't want that #tvd #long post #writing #my stuff #writing corner #fanfiction #one-shot #bamon fanfic #ok even the tags are a mess I'm going to stop now

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ecofinisher · 4 years

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The Adventures of Super Nathan 3 - Chap 27

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23301076/chapters/59337682

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13531960/27/The-Adventures-of-Super-Nathan-3

https://www.wattpad.com/899049502-the-adventures-of-super-nathan-3-chapter-27

Adrien and Kagami‘s friends from the university sat all together around the dinner table in the Agreste manor learning together while each of them had a different drink on their place to take it to them while studying.

„I didn‘t have time to watch all the seasons yet, but after she got a new body, she went all gangster with all those villains and supporting characters, “ Ettore said to Rory, which nodded along with Adrien.

„Must have been great, I‘ve been so tired yesterday I‘ve fallen asleep soon“ Adrien mentioned making Rory chuckle.

„On a Saturday?“ The brown-haired man asked earning a nod from the blonde.

„Yeah, what‘s wrong about it?“ Adrien asked, then Rory looked at Kagami, which was looking into the book of Jara, where she explained her something from it.

„Kagami, why was your boyfriend so tired yesterday?“ The brunette asked making Kagami shrug her shoulders.

„I don‘t know, I think he didn‘t sleep well so far I remember“

„Oh okay“ The man answered.

„I had a bad dream, but I barely remember, what happened“

„At least it‘s not haunting you“ Jin pointed out earning a nod from Jara and Ettore. „I had a point during my teenhood, where I was haunted by my late father-in-law, which wanted to kill me for marrying his daughter“

„During your teenhood?“ Ettore asked interested.

„Yeah, we started dating when she was 17 and I 19. In my dreams, he wanted to kill me, cause I was older than her. I think there was more, but I barely remember“

„Maybe he also haunted you, because you didn‘t ask her father for her hand?“ Kagami mentioned, then made Jin laugh along with Jara, afterward, she joined while the rest watched them laugh. Adrien chuckled, then looked back to his book and looked up at his girlfriend, then Jin took out his smartphone and looked up for something and showed it to Kagami making her smile, then Jin swiped on his smartphone making the girl smile lovely.

Adrien raised his left eyebrow up wondering, what the raven-haired man showed his girlfriend on the smartphone, afterward the two started to laugh and Adrien shook his head, then looked down at his book trying to focus on his task.

„Wanna see, what I bought?“ Jin asked and swiped on his smartphone to show Adrien‘s girlfriend another image. „Tada!“

„Oh wow and you‘ve got it in Mandarin too“ Kagami pointed out. „Jia means beautiful, right?“

„Yeah“ Jin answered.

Adrien tapped on Rory‘s shoulder, which glanced up at the blonde waiting for him to speak to him.

„How high is the chance, that uhm…..a friend of a certain friends‘ circle falls in love with one of the same circle?“ Asked Adrien making the friend twitch his eyebrows in confusion.

„Why are you asking that?“

„Just….out of curiosity“ Adrien answered a little dishonest, making the man shake his head.

„Hey I know it feels strange to see your girlfriend in a group full of guys, but I don‘t think anyone here would fall in love with her or Jara, We‘re all in a relationship and most of us are longer than two years. We‘ve all been friends for what?…..Four to five years?“

„Yeah I…..sorry. This question is just silly“ Adrien mentioned looking down at his book again, then Rory looked to the other side, where Jin typed down something on his smartphone, then showed it to Kagami, which nodded.

„You know I just feel weird about it, but I don‘t often see him talk that much with Kagami“

„Are you jealous of your friend?“ Rory asked. „He‘s like your best friend“

„I don‘t know, I had seen something strange in my…...dream….some sort of vision you know and I had seen them together, but I don‘t remember, what they were doing I just remember seeing him hold her hand“

„Oh, that‘s just bells and whistles. Some dreams can ruin your mind a lot once in a while“ Rory confirmed. „Trust me, Kagami is too decent to even think of that and Jin….yeah he wasn‘t quite a correct boy in the past, but everyone can learn from their mistakes. Jin is one of those persons,“

„Thanks now I feel much better“ Adrien complained.

„See…...hey forget that, man. He‘s a family man now and you‘ve seen it with your own eyes the other month. He only has eyes for his son and his wife, otherwise, everyone, that tried to pick him up, he gave them the cold shoulder“

„Right...“ Adrien agreed placing his arms over his books and drop his head over the arms.

„Hey, why don‘t you get out to get some fresh air?“ Rory suggested. „Let the air clear your mind and afterward we can continue if you want“

„I‘m not staying the whole Sunday in here, Rory“ Ettore pointed out earning a nod from the friend.

„Sure you don‘t have to, I just suggested it“

„Maybe we should stop?“ Jara asked earning a nod from Jin, Kagami and Ettore.

„We already were distracted so why not, “ Jin said getting up from the chair along with the girls, then the group walked out at the hall of the entrance and Adrien walked at the door opening it, then behind him appeared Kagami and grabbed him on his jacket and the blonde looked back at her, seeing her take her hand down.

„Where are you going?“ The blue-haired woman asked.

„Getting fresh air“ Adrien answered earning a nod from the girl. „There‘s so much going on in my head right now“

„Don‘t you want to talk about it?“ Kagami asked making Adrien shrug his shoulders.

„Maybe later“ Adrien answered, then Kagami‘s smartphone rang and she picked it up.

„It‘s my mother“ Kagami mentioned attending the phonecall, then Adrien left the manor and Kagami furrowed her eyebrows as no one spoke on the smartphone. „Mother? Mother?…..huh?“ Kagami took her smartphone away from her ear to see it said, that the connection was lost, then Kagami searched on her smartphone for the call and Jin stood behind her watching her trying to call her mother again, then she took her phone down as the phone didn‘t make a call sound. „Strange“

„Maybe there‘s no service, wherever she is at the moment“ Jin mentioned earning a nod from the woman.

„I‘ll try it later“ Kagami stated earning a nod from the Chinese man. „Are you coming?“

„Sure, I‘ll be glad to assist you, “ Jin said walking along with the woman the stairs up of the Agreste manor.

Nathaniel and Lila were together at the Grevin Museum walking along the corridor of the building passing by wax figures of a popular French cartoon, which was almost two decades old.

„How come, that we only were here to let them make our waxwork, but never ever came to see them?“ Nathaniel mentioned making Lila shrug her shoulders.

„I just remembered it, because I saw on the journal from last week the new section for FantasyWork‘s villains,“ Lila mentioned. „What show is this again?“

„Code Udanax“ Nathaniel responded. „Remember that one Evolution version, that gave you Doctor What vibes?“

„Yeah“

„This is the original, but the evolution one is messed up with bad acting,“

„Okay“ Lila commented entering along with her husband into a corridor with a stairway and an elevator listed with the levels and its exhibitions, afterward Nathaniel pressed on the button of the elevator and the two entered into the elevator as it opened its door, then they went up on it to the fourth floor.

„Hey imagine taking a selfie as Miss Vixen with Wax-Miss Vixen“ Nathaniel stated making Lila chuckle.

„What about one Super Nathan taking a picture with two Miss Vixen‘s?“

„That sounds better“ Nathaniel agreed making the woman smile, then the couple left the elevator walking along the corridor, then entered into the hall of the miraculous superheroes seeing in the middle of the octagonal-shaped room nine different superheroes all standing together in different action poses,

„Funny how Luka and Kagami have both their alter egos here“ Lila mentioned looking at the two similar heroines, Lady Red and Ryuko.

„Well, Swift and Lady Red were present for a good space of time. They deserve to be here too“

„We all do“ Nathaniel agreed looking at his alter ego wax figure, which looked very confident. „Do you sometimes look at your alter ego and think…..how can this person there be me?“ The redhead asked earning a nod from the brunette.

„I‘m more of how can people like me knowing she is the real me“

„Okay that too“

„Those times were great. It was exhausting with the hiding, the homework we still had to do, splitting up encounters and coming up with lies“

„The latter one you could handle it without any problem, unlike me“

„I admit it, I did most of the times except it was strange with Kagami, cause she knew about how easily I felt back into lying“

„When did you tell her about your secret identity?“ The German asked. „I don‘t remember you mentioning that“

„After we took care of a problem I destransformed back into me in the restrooms and Kagami just plumped in as I did so“

„Oh“ Nathaniel replied at the response. „Mine still kills everyone‘s accidental reveals“

„Oh yes, Alix…..I don‘t know, what would be worse on that case“

„Thank god she didn‘t get akumatized on that point“ Nathaniel stated earning a nod from his wife. „That would be horrible“

„Yeah“ Lila agreed, then remembered the day she got akumatized and trapped Nathaniel along with her two other friends, then she covered her face, starting to sob, calling Nathaniel‘s attention.

„You‘re okay, pumpkin?“ The man asked, then she leaned her face on his shoulder to cry, then Nathaniel confused about it placed his hand behind her back to comfort her. „Did you think about, what if she got akumatized moment?“

„No…….When I trapped you during my time as Volpina“ „Right…..it‘s in the past Lila. I didn‘t even remember this happened“

„But I still haven‘t forgotten “

„Shh come on Lil, I didn‘t get hurt on that day, no one died beside Adrien, but he got resurrected in the end…..by the way, we took Monarch and Le Paon down and there‘s no way, they‘re ever coming back again as long as the miraculouses are safe, where they are“ „I‘m still sorry about, what happened back there“

„No need to apologize. Everything is on its best now,“ Nathaniel assured. „Why don‘t we take a look at the akumatized villains‘ wax figure?“

„Why?“

„Maybe it could make you feel better?“ Nathaniel answered unsure about if it would make things worse.

„Okay, I try“ Lila answered, then got accompanied by the husband to go to the back of the room, where in front of the wall on the position stood in the first row the villains Stormy Weather, Bubbler, Lady Wifi and Reflekta.

„I actually wonder, what that red centaur-like horse akuma-thing that is, “ Nathaniel said pointing at a red-colored horse with the upper body of a person. „Was that Oni-Chan?“

„Nope, that‘s Ikari Gozen I think“ Lila answered. „That‘s what Kagami‘s mother was akumatized into“

„Woah…..and what did she do? Fencing?“

„Her mother or Kagami?“

„Kagami“ „She was supposed to be home and she wasn‘t,“ Lila answered. „She got angry as Marinette tried to assure her Kagami was fine and the next thing, that happened was her mother jumping from the other side of Paris to eat her and lock her inside of her giant body.“ „This gives self-isolation a new meaning“

„More like house-arrest…..except, this was more of a car….arrest“ Lila corrected earning a nod from Nathaniel.

„Oh, then that is Oni-Chan. The one with the weird hair-do“ Nathaniel asked earning a nod from the wife, then walked along with her at the two figures to check them out.

Adrien and Raiden sat together in front of Adrien‘s computer playing together a video game against other concurrents online.

„I rarely study in groups, cause we end up distracting each other with daily conversations, “ Raiden said. „Otherwise at the school, we had to“

„So you work better all on your own, than with other people around you?“ Adrien asked earning a nod from the raven-haired man.

„I don‘t mind being together with people it‘s just…..I don‘t know, I just can‘t work together with people,“

„We don‘t have a lot of problems working with each other. We do once in a while talk about off-topics, but we end up going back to the studying or we just do a small break,“

„At least it works“

„Indeed“

„Where‘s Kagami?“ Raiden asked. „Is she out?“

„Maman said, she went to see her mom“ Adrien answered. „She called for some reason. I left the house to get some fresh air as she received the call“

„What happened?“

„What do you mean?“ Adrien asked bewildered at the raven-haired man‘s question.

„I thought by getting some fresh air you meant something else“

„Well not really. I had a….. weird dream, where I saw Kagami along with my friend Jin here and he was holding her hand there on our bed as if he was going to kiss her in someway“

„And did something happen?“ Raiden asked making Adrien shake his head.

„Well.....Someone in my dream blocked my sight“ Adrien made up making Raiden laugh.

„That‘s one weird dream. Was there something, that could have caused you that dream?“ The man asked making the blonde shrug his shoulders. „Do you think that there is something with your and Kagami‘s relationship? A secret, a feeling or so?“

„I don‘t know, I‘ve been feeling since this dream a little paranoid and Rory thinks like that too. I‘ve been feeling slightly jealous of Jin, just because he and Kagami were getting along very well. Usually, they don‘t talk that much together and I don‘t know if it was only today, that I noticed it or not they were more talkative than usual“ „Must just be your mind, Adrien. I don‘t think Kagami would ever betray someone she loves, mostly after so many years of a fast relationship,“

„I guess you‘re right“ Adrien agreed, then he clenched his teeth as he crashed with his car towards a bus, followed by another car and the remaining racers passed beside the accident stealing Adrien the lead. „I‘m dead“

„Maybe I can save us“ Raiden pointed out earning a nod from Adrien, which got up and walked at the bathroom.

„I‘ll be right back, “ Adrien said entering into the room locking the door behind him and Raiden looked at the door, then got up from the chair and walked at the bed of Adrien, then slowly opened the first drawer of the shelf to encounter all of Adrien‘s underwear nicely sorted after the weekdays in there and Raiden carefully rifled through them and closed it again, then closed the drawer and opened the next drawer to find a notebook with Japanese kanji along with a few pens, a power bank, two chargers, a tissue pack set and a small box with a white cross on a red background and Raiden picked it out to see it was a watch box, then Raiden shook the box hearing something in it and he opened the box to be surprised with something in there, that isn‘t pictured on the box.

„Huh?“ He mumbled then took out a small square-formed sac out and he looked around it to recognize, what it was. „Ultra finissimo? Raiden read, then he chuckled at his discovery. „I can‘t believe he actually sleeps with Kagami“ Raiden implied rolling his eyes at that thought, after that he widened his eyes as he had figured out an idea, then he ripped the upper part of the packaging out and wrapped up the contraceptive on the ground next to the bed and looked back at the door of the bathroom getting open, shrieking Raiden, which went down on his legs to look at the globe pretending to be looking for something. Adrien came back to the Japanese descendant man and got his attention, which smiled and got up on his feet.

„Hey I was looking for that small country in Europe no one can find“ Raiden made up, making Adrien roll his eyes down at the blue ball.

„You mean Liechtenstein?“ Adrien asked earning a nod from the man. „Here it is“ Adrien pointed out looking over the globe passing with his hand over France levitating his finger over the country Switzerland and stopped on a small point, which had the letters FL on it.

„Ah, there it is“ Raiden answered. „It‘s really small I barely see it at first glance“

„I know that“ Adrien confessed, then rolled his globe to check out the other countries, then Raiden smirked at the start of his idea and removed his feet from the brown-colored contraceptive and stepped on it again, afterward he took his feet away and faked a shocked face.

„Oh wow you two really like to show off, that you two had a wild night together“ Raiden began, making Adrien furrow his eyebrows in confusion.

„What are you talking about?“ Adrien asked the man, then saw Raiden point down at the ground and Adrien glanced over the shelf to see the condom on the floor and widened his eyes in confusion. „Erm that wasn‘t there and I remember well, that I threw the last one away…...wait a second…..but….no…..are you telling me that, what I saw was real?“ Adrien gasped, making Raiden shrug his shoulders.

„I know there are dreams, that somehow happen in real life, but…..I can‘t really imagine Kagami doing this to you, mostly after all these years“ „But….what is that condom doing there?…..I can‘t believe this is actually happening“ Adrien wailed passing his hands through his head. „It doesn‘t make any sense…...“

„Yes, why would they do it in your house most of all“ Raiden mentioned, observing Adrien walk towards the couch hurt by his thoughts, while Raiden observed Adrien getting into despair and he smirked as his idea seemed to work out in causing the blonde mistrust towards his girlfriend. „It‘s also weird though…..how could this happen today, if you were home with all the guys?“ Questioned the Japanese descendant man looking at Adrien, which had his head dropped down disappointed. „You….were here the whole day, how could you miss that…..unless….when did you leave again?“

„I……...“ Adrien began, then shut open his eyes as he figured out, what could have happened. „When I left…..before I left she asked my friend Jin if he would come after the phonecall …..and…...that‘s when it must have happened. That‘s the only solution!“

„Well, this could also be a little too far-fetched. Maybe there could be something else“ Raiden pretended to try to convince Adrien about the situation, then Adrien walked towards the Japanese man.

„You‘re my witness. Leave that there like you found it and just in case…..“Adrien took out his smartphone and took a picture of the condom on the floor, then stored his smartphone back in his pants‘ pocket. „Your shoes are on it, they‘ll see, that there‘s a witness on it“

„Uh…..okay….but where are you going?“

„I‘m going to make things clear with Jin“ Adrien warned. „To my luck, he‘s a bad liar, if he needs to come up with some“ Adrien said walking away heading to the exit, then from his jacket his kwami looked up at his holder with a frown on his face .

„You must be crazy Adrien, there‘s no way Kagami or Jin would stab you in the back like that“ „You saw, what Raiden found there on the ground, I know, that last time after I and Kagami had sex I threw it away“

„But you don‘t even know if it‘s used“

„Come on Plagg, it‘s obviously used, otherwise it wouldn‘t be open“

„Ugh do whatever you want“ Plagg barked, then got back into the pocket of his human friend. „But don‘t blame me for not having warned you“

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