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05 - Divulgence

Trial by Fire (Wriothesley x Reader) - TW/CW in masterlist

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They say being pregnant means everyday is another day closer to meeting the love of your life. One anticipates meeting the fruit of their love with their spouse, looking forward to the bright sunshine days of taking care of that precious someone.

(y/n) did not understand that feeling. In fact she felt the exact opposite, as she slid down the walls of the bathroom, legs too weak to support her own weight. The pregnancy stick in her hand fell to the floor, bouncing to a stop face up, showing the positive sign. Why does this happen to her? What did she ever do to deserve this?

She has to call nurse Komaki, she will know what to do. The thing was still a cell after all, with no soul not consciousness, it should be perfectly fine. It would be so much more cruel to keep the innocent being and let it be born, only for them to later be neglected and unloved. No child deserves that. Not even one born from being forced into her womb by the person she despised the most.

It was nearing lunch, and she knew her fiancé would be back by then, he always makes time to have lunch with her. She has to tell nurse Komaki fast.

(y/n) took several deep breaths to calm herself, and then slowly got up to her bed again, pressing the call button.

A few moments later, she heard the door open.

"Nurse Komaki, I-" (y/n) turned her head, and came face to face with a different nurse altogether. It was not Komaki.

"I'm sorry, nurse Komaki is away right now, her shift will start later tonight. Is there anything I can help you with, miss (y/n)?"

(y/n) blinked back her tears, "n-no. It's okay, nothing too serious."

The nurse stood there, contemplating. "Are you sure miss?"

(y/n) nodded, racking her brain to think of an excuse or anything to justify calling a nurse to her room for nothing. "oh umm… may I have some water please?"

"Sure. It will be delivered here in a moment. Don't hesitate to call me if there's anything else that you need, okay?"

(y/n) hummed and thanked her. She watched as the nurse exit her room. She wanted Komaki, she's the only nurse (y/n) trusted at this moment, especially with something like this.

It wasn't long until the water is delivered to her room, which arrived at about the same time as Wriothesley.

He greeted her with a smile. It normally made her feel safe and loved, but right now, (y/n)'s heart sank to her stomach

"Hey, how's my sunshine doing?"

He leaned in and gave her a quick peck on the forehead. Wriothesley knew he should be careful around her, as her therapist had suggested to him, at least until she is less jumpy and can initiate affectionate gestures more. So far she's taking his affections very well, which made him happy about her progress.

"As usual," (y/n) forced a smile, briefly looking into his eyes before quickly averting her gaze back to her hands. She picked at a loose string on her blanket. 

Speak more, he will notice something is off.

"The healers were a great help to my physical injuries. But they kept stopping after a little while, saying I should rest up because the sped up healing is also draining my energy."

Wriothesley nodded, "I was told, yeah. How's your stomach? Got anything you're craving to eat?"

(y/n) froze. "What?" She managed to not stammer, but her voice cracked as her heart was suddenly frozen with fear. Did he find out? How did he know-

"Just wondering how your stomach felt." Wriothesley tilted his head, confused. It was a small quirk she had found endearing.

"The doctors did say you can only eat soft food for a while to avoid refeeding syndrome, but yesterday you were finally allowed to start eating bread and some fowl. Also because you threw up yesterday."

"Oh…" (y/n) felt stupid, "it's alright now, although I don't really feel like eating."

Wriothesley watched her for a moment. He has always been someone perceptive, that's how he knew who to trust and who to avoid in meropide while still serving his sentence, and that's how he could rise through the ranks and become the duke, despite his humble beginnings. At that moment, something is off about his fiancée.

“Darling are you okay?” he took her hand in his, his other hand brushing loose strands of her hair behind her ear, “I feel like you have something weighing your mind. You know you can tell me anything, right?”

For a moment, (y/n) wavered. Is it really okay to tell him about her pregnancy? She knew Wriothesley wouldn’t blame her, after all, what happened was not something she wanted, far from it. So technically it’s not her fault right? But a small nagging voice in the back of her mind telling her to just keep it to herself for now. There were too many what ifs. It’s safer to just keep quiet about it and deal with it under wraps. She’ll tell him, of course she will, but not now.

“I’m fine,” she forced herself to look into his eyes, a small smile on her lips. “Just wondering how much longer I have to stay cooped up in here.”

Lunch went well with Wriothesley, he told her about his day. He went back to the Fortress of Meropide for a while, to keep an eye on how things are going there, before coming over to her for lunch. After this he planned to proceed with investigations, and perhaps wrap things up early so he could spend more time with her after dinner.

(y/n) managed to eat a little more, despite the anxiety induced nausea, at least enough to not make her look suspicious.

Once lunch was over, Wriothesley gave her another peck on the forehead and left to continue with investigations, with promises of taking (y/n) to the gardens near the hospital once the doctors gave her the clear, and perhaps visit Navia and Neuvilette, as the two are also her friend, as much as they are to him. He wanted more than anything to stay with her the whole time she recovered, but seeing how she often flinched if he moved a little too quickly, or how her eyes often went blank as if she was not really there, he knew he had to do something about it. The therapist assigned to her told him that she may need some time to process through the trauma, and that it was natural that she would be jumpy for the time being, and would need some space too, as stifling her would also be bad for her mental wellbeing.

He already discussed all the options, and what’s best for (y/n). Once (y/n) has recovered some more physically, and once she is ready, he would take her home and nurse her back to health. He would appoint someone else as the Duke of Meropide if that was needed to get him more time off. Right now, he has something else to do.

He did not tell her that he would be going back to the facility, specifically the hidden passage they found inside her cell. Chlorinde had done a great job in capturing the man, living up to her title of champion duelist.

The entrance was so well hidden in the room, so much so that they had to get Aether to use his elemental sight to find. They had followed the hidden maze-like pathway in the room (y/n) was kept in, and it had led them to an underground base, perhaps their real base of operations. Several men were captured, including Dougier, they seem to work directly with Arderne who unfortunately was nowhere in sight. They were all taken into custody. Wriothesley tensed as he remembered their findings.

"Wriothesley you might want to see this." He turned his head towards Neuvilette who a moment ago was rummaging through papers on a desk. The Iudex now held out a file towards him, his face grim.

The Duke took the file and opened it. There were more papers, this time it contained more detailed reports of experiments done to the people. He ruffled through the pages, skimming the words for one specific name. He found it.

Experiment Clearance Form

Title: Vision Trial Variation 2

Principal Investigator: Il Dottore

Assistant: Arderne

Subject: 1102 a.k.a. (y/n)

Vision: Pyro

This form acknowledges the approval of the experiment titled "Vision Trial Variation 2" conducted by Arderne. The experiment aims to implement the theory of vision injections on humans, followed by observation to discover the effects.

The experiment poses high risks to participants. Potential risks include memory loss, increased body temperatures, seizures, and the possibility of death. Steps have been taken to mitigate these risks. Subject is physically weakened before the start to lower the chances of the body rejecting the injection, thus increasing the success rate of this experiment. On the occasion that this experiment would fail, the study will move on to Vision Trial Variation 3, and the current subject will be discarded.

Fuck.

“Did we find any traces of Arderne?” Wriothesley’s voice dropped several octaves, Neuvilette knew what this meant.

“There are none so far,” he placed a reassuring hand on Wriothesley, “But we do have Dougier now, and we are taking him and the others to custody. We can get more information out of them-”

Wriothesley shook him off and landed a harsh kick on a table to the side, immediately breaking it. He wanted to murder them all, especially that bastard Dottore. He had heard rumours of him doing crazy experiments, but to think it happened right here in Fontaine, with his fiancee? His breaths were shaky with barely controlled rage.

“Wriothesley, I understand how frustrating this is. (y/n) is also my dear friend.” Neuvilette spoke in the most soothing tone he could muster up. “Trust me, I am just as upset as you are in this, but we have to keep a level head. For (y/n)’s sake and all the victims that were forced into this.”

They were deep underground, had they been up on the surface, they would see heavy rain mixed with snow, and thunderstorms raging outside, the weather mirroring the Iudex’s inner turmoil on the entire situation.

• • •

(y/n) wondered if she was dead or dreaming the moment she saw herself on the familiar bed of her room in the facility. Dr Arderne was standing at the foot of her bed reading through the information on his clipboard, while Dougier was securing her arms and legs with restraints.

She had been too weak to resist, having been starved for days without food, the only nutrition she got was through her IV drip and glasses of suspiciously blue coloured water, which she had no choice but to drink.

"Good morning 1102, ready for the next dose? Arderne readied a syringe. It was filled with shimmery red liquid, the glow seemed to pulse the closer it gets to her.

"F-Fuck you Arderne." (y/n) managed to mumble, making Dougier snicker.

Arderne held (y/n)'s arm and injected the contents of the syringe into her. At first it felt like nothing, but gradually she could feel it start to burn, as if fire was coursing through her veins.

It wasn't long until the burning sensation started to feel unbearable. Hot white pain spreads from the point of injection to all over her body. She bit her tongue, trying not to scream, she will not give them the satisfaction of seeing her in pain. She won't-

(y/n) jolted awake, her breaths heavy and ragged and her heart was pounding in her chest. Fuck.

It was a dream. She was safe. It was just a dream.

The room she was in, despite being a hospital room, it was completely different from the facility, with flowers her friends and fiancé got for her, and the comforting weight of her big blubberbeast plushie that Wriothesley brought from their bed at home. She hugged the plush tightly and pressed her nose to its soft fur. It smelled just like Wriothesley, as he had sprayed his cologne all over it, something she often did even before… all this.

(y/n) tried to remember what her therapist had told her. 

My name is (y/n), I am at the Fontaine hospital, guarded by the Spina di Rosula, Wriothesley stays with me during the night, and stops by for lunch. I am safe, and I am recovering.

Her therapist told her that her dreams would eventually go away as her mind heals, but how long will that take?

Glancing at the clock, she noticed it was still early, too early for Wriothesley to come back from his investigation. He had left a book with her some days ago, which she picked up and started to read, trying to get her mind off things.

As she reached for the book on her night stand, suddenly (y/n) felt the familiar tingle in her hands, running all the way up her arms. It was warm and welcoming, it felt like home. A split second later, the book she was reaching for suddenly burst into flames.

• • •

Wriothesley watched Neuvilette from behind the one way glass as the latter asked Dougier more and more questions. The Iudex had presented all the evidence they found on the table. Laying it all out for Dougier as he asked question after question that Dougier only gave vague answers to, sometimes only responding with chuckles. The scum was a goner, his mind seemingly corrupted by the facility.

He wanted to be the one who personally interrogates the vile man, but Neuvilette had forbidden him from entering, for fear of what Wriothesley would do to the suspect. Still, watching from behind the glass was frustrating, he wished Neuvilette would let them do interrogations in Meropide, where it was outside Fontaine’s jurisdiction, so they could use other means to get information.

“This is going nowhere,” Wriothesley mumbled and pushed open the door leading into the interrogation room. Fuck the consequences, he’ll probably just get an earful from Neuvilette later.

At the sight of Wriothesley, Dougier’s eyes lit up in a nasty way that the Duke did not like at all. “Ah your Grace, here to play the bad cop now?”

“Seeing how you’re going nowhere with Neuvilette, I might as well do.”

Wriothesley grabbed the chair at the corner of the room and dragged it over to sit beside Neuvilette, who was glancing at Wriothesley cautiously.

“So do you feel like talking now Dougier? I thought you were a changed man after you were released.”

Dougier only scoffed, “then I had you fooled. You have no idea what kind of grudge I hold against you, Wriothesley. You ruined the community I built in Meropide.”

“Community? You call that community? You basically started a cult, and no one liked being in there.” Wriothesley scowled.

“Nevertheless,” Dougier continued, “I had my revenge. You should have heard how much (y/n) screamed when Arderne injected her vision into her.”

Wriothesley froze. He knew about what happened but hearing it from Dougier was different from reading it on the files they found.

Dougier, seeing the change in Wriothesley’s demeanour, continued. “She was a brave one, that bitch. Endured hours upon hours of our treatment, sometimes without anaesthesia. And that was after we put her in solitary confinement. We were wrong thinking we broke her spirit already, and yet she’s still fighting.”

"And you did this to all the people in the Vision Trials?" Neuvilette asked, the pen in his hand moving to take notes.

Dougier ignored him, his eyes still glued on Wriothesley's.

"How can we reverse the vision injections?" Wriothesley asked, trying to keep his breathing steady. He knew he couldn't try anything with Neuvilette around.

"You'll have to ask Arderne for that," Dougier leaned back on his chair, "but all I know is while (y/n) is still alive, she's a failure. She had her vision inside her yet it never seemed to work, not even when we prompted her."

"What do you mean prompted her?" Neuvilette asked, and this time, Dougier turned his eyes to him..

"Oh we threatened her, and when it didn't work, beat her, did whatever to make her call on her pyro element and use the vision in her. That never seemed to work."

Wriothesley and Neuvilette were tense, the former had his fists clenched so hard.

"That was when I took her to the basement, the cold weather should prompt the vision to at least keep her warm." Dougier turned to Wriothesley, a deranged look danced in his eyes as he smiled at him.

"I can see why you like 1102. She was so brave. She never once begged or called out for you even with all the beatings, that is, until I put my cock inside her-”

Suddenly Dougier was on the ground. Wriothesley had moved so fast Neuvilette barely registered him vaulting over the table and landing a fist on Dougier's face. He managed to hammer down his fists onto Dougier some more before he felt multiple hands pull him backwards off Dougier, who was unconscious in a bloodied mess.

"GET OFF ME." He yelled at the gardemeks who held him back, but Neuvilette soon stepped in front of him, blocking his view of Dougier who was being tended to by medics.

"Wriothesley," his voice was stern, "the punching can wait until after his sentence. If he is sentenced back to Meropide then it is under your jurisdiction."

Wriothesley was breathing heavily, "he… he also… Archons, (y/n)..."

"I already let you land several hits on him" Neuvilette placed a hand on his shoulder, "but we need him alive for more information on the case, and for his trials."

Wriothesley watched, seething with rage as Dougier was taken away by the medics for further treatment. He wanted the scum to suffer as much as, if not more than (y/n). How could anyone do this to her?

Neuvilette sighed and motioned for the gardemeks to release Wriothesley, "I think it's best if you go visit (y/n) for now. I think you two need to talk."

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A/N

…now I'm sad... why do I do this to myself :") wrote this while hugging my blåhaj because I needed that warm shorky embrace.

(Tuna says hi :D and hopes everyone is okay after reading this)

I apologize for the late update, some parts of the chapter had to be rewritten to make more sense, but in the end it became longer than I planned (and I had to cut it here and continue next chapter)

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P.s. I’m not sure how to write a proper experiment clearance form TwT I hope that wasn’t too off.

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✨Shadow x Oka oneshot for the soul✨

“Roses mean love, they show love, like my love or well like wait no, damnit! I can’t do this.” Shadow squatted down on the floor.

“Yes you can Shadow. Just look him straight in the eye and and tell him you wanna go out!”

“Yea and like you weren’t in my place when you asked Langa out red.” He lifted his head up.

Reki blushed and rubbed the back of his head muttering something “well whatever, but come on Shadow. Your so amazing im sure Oka will love you. He seems to never shut up about you after Langa’s winning party anyways.”

“Yea right. I’m just some scary unlovable guy to him.”

“Shadow im serious. Hell ask Langa he’ll tell you the same.”

Shadow sighed and stood up when he had an idea “hey wait I have a beef in a few days! Maybe he can watch me!”

“Ok but do you really want him to see you throwing bombs and stuff at someone. I mean he already has but like-“

“No I can do it! I’ll invite him myself! Show him I’m worthy!”

“I... you know what alright Shadow. I’ll be right behind you on this.” He smiled.

“Alright well my breaks over so you should get going. Don’t you have a date with Langa anyways?”

Reki’s eyes widened and he ran out the back door of the shop and ran in a hurry. Shadow chuckled and sighed walking out of the room and greeting his manager again. He was still a bit heartbroken when he found out she had a boyfriend but then he met someone better. Throughout the day he had a gentle smile, more so than usual, and a skip in his step. He was going to ask him today.

“Hiromi? You seem happier then usual today. Anything special going on?”

“You could say that. I’m going to ask someone on a date.” He said to his manager.

“Oh well I hope they say yes! You deserve the best in the world anyways.” She smiled softly.

He nodded and hugged her goodbye as he left the shop. As he rode in his car he looked at the purple sky as it shifted into night. He smiled and took notice of how beautiful everything looked at the moment. Of course he still had anxiety starting to build up as he got closer to the shop, but he was getting even more fired up as well.

Oka stretched his arms and leaned back in his seat. The shop had been slow today but that was okay, especially since the two love birds wanted to have a date today. He looked over to the pot on the front counter. He smiled softly, he never thought Shadow, that mean scary hunk of a guy, was in actuality, a sweetheart. The flowers he gave where still in good condition, thanks to Oka of course.

He was awakened from his gaze when the door opened. He looked over ready to welcome the customer, when he realized who it was.

“Hey Shadow! Sorry the boys aren’t here tonight-“

“Oh Umm I didn’t come to see them. I wanted to see you.” He smiled walking to the counter.

“Me? Oh well I’d assume it’s about a board then, so what kind of board-“

“Will you watch me at my next beef?” The room went silent.

Oka could feel the heat come to his cheeks “you want me to watch your next beef?”

“Yes. It would be an honor honestly.” Shadow was turning the same shade as Reki’s hair.

“I’d love too.” Oka smiled.

“Really? Cool cool cool. Yea cool. Umm anyways it’s in two days and umm I can pick you up if you want.”

“Yea I’d like that.”

“Ok then I will. I should get going now though.”

“Are you sure? I mean you just got here.”

“Do you want me to stay?”

Oka hesitated a bit before he spoke again “yes.. I mean I am closing up shop in a few minutes so it would be nice if I had some help.”

“Yea of course I’ll help you.”

The two cleaned up shop will talking about different things, but both had the same idea in their mind, and both where very happy and excited. When they had to part ways a heavy tension was in the air, nothing bad of course, more of a sad tension.

“Well I’ll see you again in two days.” Oka said stepping into his car.

“Yea, two days you’ll be cheering me on.”

“Of course.”

Two days where so little, yet so so so so so so, very slow.

The day of the race Shadow had been running around trying to make his makeup the best it’s ever been before. He was great full for Cherry though, since he offered to take the boys to the race instead so that it could just be him and Oka just for that small bit.

Shadow got to the store and smiled. Oka had Sketchy on his shoulder as he ran to the car smiling. When he got inside the two greeted each other and went off. It was quiet at first until Oka spoke up.

“So, what’s the beef about?”

“Some newbie really, he challenged me and whoever wins burns the others wheels on his board.”

“Why?”

“Don’t know really. This was all him. I was bored at the time so I said hey what the hell why not and here we are.”

“Do you think you’ll win.”

Shadow hesitated “maybe. I uhh I’m changing my ways a bit for tonight. You know he’s just a newbie anyways.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ll see.”

The crowd was pretty big that night. It had been a while since Shadow had a beef so everyone was quite excited. The newbie was pretty impressive already too. So they all new this would be an interesting race.

Reki Langa and Miya had been fighting over why people can’t breath underwater if water had oxygen already when the too walked up.

“Hey guys.” Oka smiled.

“Oka knock sense into my boyfriends head please! He thinks we should be able to breath underwater!” Reki yelled.

“Well we should! If water has oxygen why can’t we just adapt to having gills and breath the oxygen out?!” Langa yelled back.

“Both of you have good points and that’s what I hate!” Miya groaned.

“Should we answer that question?” Shadow said.

“No I go through this daily anyways with those two.” Oka said.

“Boys stop, all three of you sound idiotic. Hellow Shadow. Hey Oka.” Cherry walked up with Joe trailing behind.

“Hey Cherry. Have you seen the newbie?”

“Yea he’s already at the start.” Joe responded “he says he going to wipe you out.”

Shadow scoffed “we’ll see about that.”

The group made their way over to the starting line and saw the newbie standing there waiting. The group wished Shadow a good luck and he went over when Oka quickly grabbed his arm.

“Be safe, alright?”

“Yea, of course.” He smiled.

Oka sighed and let him go watching him go up. They got ready and zoomed off. Oka grabbed his phone and started making his way to the finish line while watching. That’s when he realized it, what Shadow was doing differently.

“I thought they said you have tricks and gadgets uo your sleeve!” The newbie said sounding a bit angered.

Shadow groaned ignoring him and skated up infront of him. The match was boring for Shadow as it was. The newbie would try getting infront of him but it would be so predictable that Shadow would be quick to avoid him.

“He’s not using his bombs or anything.” Reki said looking at the screen.

“That’s unusual for him.” Cherry stated. “Then again, he seemed more stiff tonight. Why did he bring Oka anyways.”

Reki smiled “Too scared to ask Oka on a date so he brought him here.”

“Shadow likes Oka? That’s new.” Joe chuckled.

“I assume he didn’t bring anything because he didn’t want to look terrible infront of Oka.” Langa noted.

Oka got to the finished line and continued watching his phone. Shadow seemed pretty happy, he looked like he was having more fun without his stupid tricks he could say. Oka smiled when Shadow entered the building with the rookie trailing behind. Oka stood watching the stairs as Shadow came hurling down laughing. Oka laughed at his expression once he hit the ground.

Shadow hit the ground and looked up seeing Oka standing right infront of him smiling. His eyes widened and he grinned wider pushing his way past the line and straight over to Oka. The crowd cheered for Shadow but Shadow had something else on his mind at the moment.

“I did it! Did I do good?”

“You did amazing Shadow. I’m impressed, you didn’t use any of your fancy tricks today.”

Shadow smiled and rubbed the back of his head “yea about. I just.. I just ummm. I I know your not a fan of it so I really like Umm I don’t know-“

“You didn’t use them because I was here? You should have, don’t let me not hold you back-“

“That’s not what I’m saying, I didn’t want to use them because, I wanted to impress you. That I could win without anything.” Shadow was currently very great full for makeup.

Oka blushed “I think your cooler with them.”

Shadow smiled and fiddled with his jacket. He’d almost forgotten that the rookie was behind him waiting for him to burn his wheels. He looked pretty defeated. Shadow sighed and agreed that he wouldn’t do it, he had important matters right now. Let’s just say, the newbie was greatful for that.

The two walked away from the building in silence. But it wasn’t awkward, it was comforting.

“Hey Oka, wanna leave before the others come and get something to eat?”

“It’s a date.” He smiled.

Shadow smiled and grabbed his hand as the two ran to his car. Tonight has definitely gone better then expected.

His Cinderella

Pairings: Chris x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Unloving Parents, Fluff

Request: I’d love to request a Chris x Reader story from you! I’m always on a Cinderella kick so I would love something fluffy where Chris is charmed by your wallflower/shy personality at some kind of event where you’re dressed up and feeling out of place. He’s with you for hours, laughing and dancing, letting you forget about your ungrateful family who can’t know you’re there.  But when you flee, Chris gets your number and name.  

Requested By: @brastrangled

“Oh come on Y/N. Please??  Pretty pretty please??” your best friend begged from the other end of the phone as you sat on your bed.  

“You know I can’t do that Sarah.  You know how my parents are,” you replied with a sigh.  

Sarah groaned into the phone.  “Trust me. I know how your parents are.  I still can’t get over the fact that they treat you like you are ten years old.”

It was true, your parents definitely didn’t treat you like your age, which was 24 years old.  Your whole life it felt like they didn’t want you at all.  But you knew your mother couldn’t get an abortion as her own parents would have removed her from their wills.  

The only reason you were putting up with it now was because they were paying for all of your schooling; which was also another thing your grandparents made sure to put in their wills before dying.  

As long as you lived at home during your schooling and did all the chores around the house, you got to live there rent free and your school fully paid for and to be honest, you couldn’t complain.  People drowned in debt from college these days and to be able to have all your degrees and not pay a dime, it was something you could live with for a little while longer.  

Normally most people would be done with school by now, but you were going for your Master’s degree in Psychology so you still had a little bit longer to go.  

“Y/N!” there was a loud bang on your door before your mother opening it, grimacing at you.  “Your father and I are going out tonight to a charity event in upstate.  It won’t end until late and the earliest we will be home is 1 am.  Get the house cleaned up.”  She slammed your door shut, the loud noise making you jump.  

“Well that solves that issue,” Sarah said and you could hear the smile on her face.  

~~~

Sarah came over to the large penthouse apartment you lived at with your parents on the Upper East side of New York; two garment bags in hand.  Luckily, your younger twin sisters were going with your parents.  They were both 18 years old and your parents loved them dearly; showering them with lavish gifts, but most of all, love. They were both bratty towards you and they were the worst part of living at home.  

“Tell me how you got us into this again?” you asked as the two of you worked together at cleaning the house before getting ready.  

“Well, it was my cousins boyfriends best friend who managed to snack two extra tickets.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the depths your best friend went through to get these tickets.  At the same time, you didn’t even know exactly what this party was you were going to.  All you knew was that it was black tie affair, and that there would be celebrities there.  Luckily it was taking place on the Upper East side so you would be close to home in case you needed to rush back quickly.  

Once the cleaning was finished, Sarah helped you get ready by doing your hair and makeup.  You were never one for getting dolled up and fancy, mainly because your parents practically kept you a secret and never let you go to any fancy charities or dinners with them and their friends, so you had no need for it.  Also, your parents didn’t really let you out of the house at all, except for school. It wasn’t a secret you knew they were ashamed of you, all because they had you at the young age of 16.  They weren’t the greatest parents, but you knew you could have had worse.  At least they paid for your schooling and you had shelter, food and clothing all for free. Just a little while longer and you would be out of their hair for good.  

Once Sarah was done, you looked in the mirror, not even recognizing yourself.  Your eyes popped with the mascara and eyeshadow; your lips a beautiful deep red color.  “Wow,” you breathed out as you stared at yourself in the mirror.  

“I know.  You’re hot,” Sarah smirked at her work of art.  “We are going to find you a man tonight!”

~~~

The Uber ride was short to the party as your hands began to fidget in your lap.  You were wearing a long one strapped black evening gown.  It hugged your chest and waist and flowed out from the hips and down to your feet.  You had to give Sarah props as she knew your exact dress size; it fit like a glove.  

Getting inside the party was rather easy as you only had to show your I.D and your ticket.  Looking around the large ballroom your mouth hung open at how beautifully it was decorated.  There was a large crystal chandelier right in the middle and dozens of round tables littered the floor for people to sit and eat.  

There was a full open bar off to the right side of the room, and to the left was a D.J setting up in front of the dance floor.  

“Come on, let’s go get us a drink,” Sarah said, pulling you towards the bar.  

~~~

The two of you had been there nearly an hour and you looked down to check the time on your phone.  It was nine at night and you knew you couldn’t leave any later than 12:30 if you wanted to make it home before your parents. You were unsure of what type of punishment you would endure and you didn’t want to find out.  

Most of the time they would take away your phone, or even your laptop which made researching and studying for school extremely difficult.  If you were to fail a class, it only meant more time having to live at home with your parents and you certainly didn’t want to do that.  

Looking at the dance floor you saw Sarah dancing with a guy she had just met.  She left you about fifteen minutes ago, saying she was going out for a quick dance with the hottie but would be right back.  You had a feeling you wouldn’t see her the rest of the night.  

Sipping on your champagne, you sat alone at the bar, feeling ready to just give up and go home.  This was supposed to be a fun night out for you, especially because you never get to have any of these nights.  You felt completely out of place surrounded by all these beautiful people; inside, you felt like Cinderella.  

“Hello,” a smooth sexy voice spoke from behind you.  

Turning around, you couldn’t help but notice it was Chris Evans.  You had never met a celebrity at all, but you knew how some people acted when they were around those who were famous.  To you, they were just people who happened to be in the spotlight and you knew they didn’t deserve to be treated any differently.  

But again, this was Chris Evans and you would be lying if you said you didn’t have a slight crush on him. He was standing tall in a black suit with a white undershirt; a cute black bowtie strapped around his neck. His beard was trimmed to perfection and his blue eyes were gazing intently at you.  

“H-hi,” you stammered out, feeling yourself begin to blush.  

He cleared his throat and took a glance down at the drink in his hand.  “I couldn’t help notice that you’ve been sitting here for a while by yourself.  I figured a beautiful woman shouldn’t be by herself at an event like this so I wanted to come over and introduce myself.”

His voice was smooth like butter, ringing through your ears like music.  You had heard people say before how nice and genuine a person Chris was, and now you could see it for yourself.  

“Oh, umm-that was really nice of you.  I’m actually here with my best friend, but she seemed to ditch me for someone to dance with,” you shyly spoke.  

“Well would you mind if I take a seat and keep you company?”

You turned to look back up at him, a smile forming on your lips.  “I’d like that.”

For the next hour, the two of you talked easily.  Chris couldn’t help but adore your shy personality in front of him and he truly enjoyed talking with you.  

“Hey, do you maybe wanna dance?” he asked, motioning to the dance floor as a slow song came on.  

Your heart began to race, but you knew you would never have an opportunity like this again.  Nodding your head, he took your hand in his and led the way to the dance floor.  

The song was a slow beat as he placed one hand in yours, the other placed gently on your lower back; your free hand cupping the back of his smooth neck.  

You were grateful that he took the lead as you didn’t know how to dance; you were hoping you wouldn’t mess up too bad.  “You’re a really good dancer,” you spoke quietly, nervously chewing on your inside cheek.  

Chris smiled, letting out a small laugh.  “My mom taught me.  In fact she taught all of my siblings how to dance.  I even learned how to tap dance when I was younger.”

“Is there any chance we will be seeing those dance moves tonight?” you teased.

His laughter was infections as his head dipped back.  “Not tonight I’m afraid.  I don’t think too many people would want to see that.”

“Too bad.  Maybe another time then?”

His grin turned into a full faced smile, in turn making you smile as well.  “I think that could be arranged.”

You both continued to sway together, keeping the conversation going.  

At one point, the music was stopped and the D.J came across the microphone.  “We would like to remind you that it will be last call at the bar as it closes in 30 minutes.”

“Damn, I can’t believe how late it has gotten.  Time sure has flown by,” Chris spoke directly in your ear as the music was once again turned up.  

Your eyes widened as you let go of him from your dancing position and grabbed your phone out of your little clutch purse.  Lighting it up, you noticed it was 12:25 in the morning.  

“Shit!” you cried out in panic.  Looking up at Chris, you saw his eyes were wide.  “I have to go.  I’m sorry.” With spending your entire night with Chris, you had completely lost track of time and you also forgot about your overbearing parents; it honestly felt like you lived a normal life for once.

“Wait, is everything alright?” he asked but it was too later, you were already bunching your dress up and trying to squeeze through the guests to get out of there and back home.

By the time you made it to the front door of the ballroom, you felt a soft hand grab your arm. “Please wait,” Chris said with worry.

“I’m really sorry Chris. But I have to leave right now.”

“I didn’t even get your name.”

“Y/N.  My name is Y/N,” you responded, feeling your heart begin to cease its racing just while being in his presence again.  

“It’s a beautiful name. Do you-do you think I could get your number Y/N?”  You could tell there was a nervous twinge to his voice and you thought it adorable. Giving him a nod, he handed you his cell phone and you punched in your number quickly before handing it back to him.

Feeling rather daring, you reached up on your toes and gave him a quick kiss to his cheek. A smile formed on his handsome face at your gesture and in a moment’s time, you were running out the door to get back home.  

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Made in the Am <seven>

Made in the AM: Seven 

Liam's POV

 The past few weeks touring with Alex has been quite fun. She is a breath of fresh air to our crew. She has been more outgoing and not so closed off since our drunken game night. The working out twice a day with me has helped her a lot, her clothes are extremely baggy which makes me happy, I just wish she would get clothes to fit her properly and show off her new figure. The only time I see her in form fitting clothes is when she is working out. After the day her pants almost fell off she went out with Lou for work out clothes.

 Her relationship with Harry is kind of awkward to say the least. I think we all figured since they were openly making out that they would couple up but there is hesitation on both sides. He spends time with her and I can tell they enjoy each other's company but there is some kind of disconnect.

 Thankfully her lack of relationship with him hasn't messed up her writing ability. She was able to write Love You Goodbye with Louis because he ran into Eleanor when we were in London and it was slightly awkward it took him a few days to get out of the funk but the song helped. We got to record a song call Olivia that we had been working on, Alex was impressed that we were able to do this all alone. Recording at Abbey Road was quite epic since it was bringing back the feeling of the Beatles which was refreshing.

 "So when is Tori meeting up with us?" I ask while spotting Alex on the bench press.

 "Umm in a few days. I'm meeting her at O'Hare. Why?"

 "Just wondering since Niall keeps talking about meeting her. Have they been texting?"

 "Yeah, they apparently text way more than I was anticipating. But it's cute. They both need some love." She says sincerely.

 "Speaking of love...." I pause as she hold the bar as she is about to start her last rep. "What is going on with you and Harry? I can tell you like each other. You stare at him when he isn't looking and vice versa. Maybe you should...."

 Alex finishes her rep then sits up looking slightly frustrated. "Maybe I should what? I'm not his type. I'm not..."

 "You aren't what?" I ask feeling frustration coming over me. She looks fit on the outside, I just want her to get the idea that she is overweight and unloveable most importantly not good enough for someone.

 "I'm not what he wants. He might just want to play with my heart and break it."

 "Nah, don't believe all that shit you hear. He isn't a bad guy. I see the way he looks at you. Just don't let your fear hold you back from being happy."

 "I know. I've been talking to Lou and Tori about it so I'm trying. I just need some girl's time to get myself in the right head space."

 "Ok. I'm not trying to force you into anything that you aren't wanting but you guys look miserable with out each other."

 "I know."

 Hopefully when Tori comes she came make time for her to have her girl talk. I know Lou talks to her a lot but I guess it isn't the same as your best friend. They just both seem to light up when they are near each other even if they aren't talking. It is so weird though for Harry to not pursue her when he admits he gets jealous. Love can be confusing like that I guess.

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Alex's POV

 I can't wait to see Tori! It feels like it has been ages since we've had a sleep over and just been able to chill. Being away from her and home has been slightly stressful but touring has been ok. I was able to come up with a song but I still have a ton of ideas that I just need to sit down and refocus my energy to that. Granted I got to see the boys record at Abbey Road. Their album is really coming together. Plus I was able to get a song done with Louis, he is more sensitive than I knew. 

 This trip has also been an eye opener with getting to see and explore places with Niall even though I have been linked to being with him per the media since we have been exploring the world together. Liam has been the best work out partner a girl could ask for I've lost 25 pounds since I first met him. Louis is my dance partner when I want have a late night dance party and always keeping me smiling. His habit of pulling pranks never get old.

 Harry and I are still on a slight disconnect. My heart wants to be with him but my head says other wise. Every time we are around each other he makes it his business to touch me or I can feel his gaze on me but he won't ask me out.  Or at the very least ask for some alone time.   His crazy long curly hair and green eyes are quite magnificent to look at. I just wish I knew what was going on inside his head because his behavior makes me feel conflicted like I'm not pretty enough for him.

 "Alex, are you ready to go pick up your friend?" Lou asks me excitedly as I'm tying my basic black converse up.

 "Yeah. Just about. I've missed her face."

 Lou picks up Lux, "Is Niall coming to see his dream girl?"

 "No. I told him to stay put because the paparazzi might be out waiting for us. I just want to get in and out of the airport with no issue."

 "That is true."

 The car ride to the airport was fun. Don't get me wrong I love the boys but I need girl time. Lou seems to pick up on my stress just like T does.

 "What's the matter?" she asks over my sunglasses.

 "Liam thinks I need new clothes." I reply sighing out the window. "He thinks I need more confidence."

 "Well you do!" Lou practically shouts at me which throws me off guard.  Thankfully Tori's flight landed before we got there and she was waiting out side for us.  After a quick hug she jumps in the Range Rover with us.

 "Alex don't take it the wrong way but I love your weight loss but your clothes aren't reflecting it at all.  You look frumpy.  How about before meeting the guys for dinner you, me, and Lou play dress up a little?" Tori says while text Niall.

 "But..."

 "No buts! I have already told Niall that I will see him at dinner."  She smiles as she is looking at her phone.  "I'm kind of nervous to meet him."

 "Wonderful! Tori, you have nothing to worry about he has been talking about you ever since he knew you were coming.  Now on to the mall." Lou says as she is googling the nearest mall.

 I let Lou and T dress me in several different outfits. We go to atleast six different stores getting me outfits since none of my other clothes seem to fit my body anymore. As we are in Forever 21 Lou examines my braids.

 "How about we take these out? You've had them in a month almost. Let me play with it." She asks thoughtfully.

 "Can you do black hair?" I ask. I wasn't trying to be rude or funny but you just can't let anyone do your hair.

 "Girl yes! I am a pro. Are you natural or relaxed?"

 "Natural."

 "Even better."

 I feel awkward and unsure of everything. "Why are you guys so excited to do this?" Both of them look back and forth to each other like reading each other's mind. "Well?" I ask waiting for an answer.

 Tori pulls me next to her on the bench. "Well, Niall has been telling me about Harry and you. I just think you both need a little push. So we are making you show off you body a little bit more. Not that I don't love your style but it needs some feminine fitted flare and kind of make Harry want you."

 "What??" I cock my head to the side giving her a shocked expression. So trying to get me to show a little skin for the guy. "If I'm not his type and he doesn't like me what makes you think this will help?" I ask while examining myself in the mirror.

 Lou joins us on the bench with Lux. "Simple. Harry watches you all the time but he gets nervous around you, he is still unsure of the kiss was a fluke."  I look at her with a shocked expression.  "What?  He tells me a lot when I'm getting him ready for a show.  We are just making you more appealing so he can approach you more often.  Give you balls to show him you like him."

 I sigh. I really don't know how to take this all. Granted yes I needed new clothes but I don't foresee him changing because of more feminine fitted outfits. Since that crazy drunken night we have shared a few moments. When the plane hit really bad turbulence on our way back to the States he saw that I was having a slight panic attack, he got up from his seat, and held my hand while I squeezed the life out it until we landed. And most of the rides back to the hotels after a show we would be near each other and we would fall asleep on one another. "I just don't know if I'm ready." I reply feeling unsure of myself even though I think he is good people just don't know if he is my person.

 Tori sighs at me. "Just try it once. If nothing happens tonight then you can go back to jeans and t shirts. Ok?"

 "Deal. I just hope I didn't completely waste my money." I reply slightly feeling hopeful as I look at myself in the mirror. I'm actually wearing leggings and I don't look as big as a house. I look quite thin. Maybe form fitting clothing isn't so bad.  Even if we don't work out at least I'll look kind of cute.

 They both pick up on me examining myself in the mirror. "I think you will keep the clothing either way. You look great." Tori says with a smile. "Ok let's get back to the hotel so we can finish getting you ready for our dinner. Niall says this is a fancy restaurant. So we have to look great."

 We gather the bags and Lux then head back to my room thankfully avoiding the guys. Lou puts Lux down for a nap while Tori and I start taking out my braids with the two of us taking them out we were done in no time. Lou practically throws me in the shower so I can wash and deep condition my shoulder length black naturally curly hair.  

 "Wow! Your curls are really beautiful! Like I'm not having much work to do on you!" She replies excitedly while combing her fingers through my hair.

 Tori joins us in the bathroom with curlers in her hair. "I know right. She has always had awesome hair. Lou thanks for helping us out tonight."

 "No worries. Like I told Alex when I first met her, doing the boys hair and make up all the time gets boring this is so much fun!"

 Buzz Buzz Buzz. I pick up my phone. "Liam says we have to meet them downstairs in five minutes."

 "Well we are done. Just look at yourself. You really look amazing!" Lou says as she stands back to look at her handy work.

 She has decided to let my naturally curly stay out with it parted on the side with a burgundy flower pinned in it. We picked out three different dresses while shopping and I opt on my favorite a burgundy off the shoulder skater dress with black ankle boots. Lou gave me simple black wingtip eye liner but bright red lips. After I throughly take in my new look I'm shocked to say the least I turn around and look from Lou to Tori. "Thanks guys! I really look beautiful!"  I start to tear up a little because I didn't think I would ever look this good. 

"Well duh! Don't smug your makeup.  No tears.  You have always been you just need us to help you see it!" Tori says. "Come we need to get down there before we are late."

 "Ok. Thanks again Lou." I say walking out the door behind Tori.

 "No problem! Knock him dead." Lou yells.

 We walk down the hallway and get to the elevator in silence. As we are going down I can see the guys anxiety washes over me. "You can do this Alex. You look amazing. If he doesn't see it then you don't need him." Tori says.  I nod as she squeezes my hand as we go the corner to see the guys.

 I can do this.

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Harry's POV

 "So let me get the straight Tori has been here a day and you haven't met her yet?" I ask as Niall is cleaning his glasses.

 "No. She said she was having a girl's day with Alex and Lou. Whatever that means." He says checking himself in the mirror.

 Louis walks up to us and puts his arm around Niall's neck. "Aww look at the nervous little man."

 "Dude sod off." Niall replies as he fixes his hair again since Louis ruffled it a little. "Per Tori they were getting Alex a new wardrobe."

 That sentence alone made my ears perk up. I had been noticing she was slimming down but she hadn't really shown it off, hopefully the time with the girls changed it. I just want her to kind of be like she was when we were drinking, daring, happy, and confident.  That kiss has been on my mind more times then I care to admit. I just want to feel her lips on mine again.

 "Damn!" Liam says while he is staring at the elevator. "Just damn she looks great!"

 At that statement we all shift our attention to the glass elevator that is coming down. I recognize Tori from the times I've walked past Niall on his computer and she was the screen Skyping him. I saw the other figure in burgundy and wasn't sure it was really Alex until she turned around. She looked absolutely stunning.

 "Wow." We said in unison.

 Niall looks at me, "Will you finally make a move on her? She looks amazing. Please don't make her feel like she did this in vain."

 "Agreed. She looks way out of her comfort zone. Make her feel beautiful. Ok? We know you fancy her so just go for it." Louis says.

 "I know. I'm going to make a move. I know if I don't someone else will." I say starting towards the elevator with Niall. 

 I get another look at Alex as the elevator is finally in the lobby, the dress fits her like a glove hugging every curve perfectly. I never knew that under her braids she had all these curls. I wonder what our child's hair would come out looking like. What? Whoa that was a little much but she looked just .....just I have no words to sum up her beauty. I really want to run my fingers through her curls and make them unruly.  Lou didn't cake on the make up but just enhanced, her lips were looking very kissable and her eyes look big and bright. I really want to touch her skin and see if she has anything sexy on underneath.

 "Tori!" Niall screams running to her with a flower in his hand greeting her with a hug.

 "Niall!! So glad to finally meet you!" The two share their intimate moment while I walk over to Alex who is fidgeting with her hands. Still beautiful in her awkwardness.

 I offer my arm to her. "Alexandria, you look beautiful."

 She takes my arm then blushes. "Thanks. You look handsome tonight."

 We walk over to the others as everyone meets and hugs Tori and Alex.

 Liam wraps his around Alex's shoulder. "You cleaned up nicely. I like it."

 She gives him a small smile then blushes. "Thanks. Lou and Tori hooked me up today."

 Louis looks her up and down then pulls a curl out. "What happened to the braids?"

 "We took them out. Don't you love the natural curls she has Harry?" Tori asks me while I watch the Louis and Liam man handle her slightly. They told me they wanted me to go after her but they won't stop touching her.

 Niall has reclaimed Tori by putting his arm around her waist. "Ok! Everyone's here let's eat I'm starving."

 The paparazzi got wind of us being in the hotel so they are ready for us as we are about to leave. Tori clings to Niall as they head out first. Then Louis. Most of the time in these instances Liam grabs for Alex just out of his big brother nature but, tonight I need to show her I like her. Before Liam can get her attention, I grab her hand. She looks at me with wide eyes, to my surprise she doesn't pull away.

 "You know they are going to think that you and me are together now." She whispers in my ear as we are going through the crowd.

 "I know. Is that a bad thing?" She doesn't respond but gives me a smile. I help her into the back of the van. We are joined by Liam on the back row. Once the van started moving I put my arm around her pulling her close to me.

 "So what kind of food does this restaurant serve?" She asks me.

 Liam not realizing that we were trying yo have a moment cuts me off before I could answer.  "Niall picked it for Tori. Some seafood place. Are you ok with that?" 

 "I love seafood!" She replies.

 "Did you have fun shopping today?" I ask not sure of what to say when we are in close quarters in the van.

 "Yes, I actually did. I got a lot of new clothes. I feel pretty." Even though the van is dim I can feel her smiling.

 "That's great. But you aren't pretty love. You are beautiful." At my comment she slides a little closer to me.

 "Thanks Harold."

 "Harold?"

 "Yes. Harold, since you continue to call me Alexandria instead of Alex I'm calling you Harold." she replies with humor laced in her voice.

 "I don't want to call you what everyone else calls you. I want to call you something special. How about Ali or Lexi?"

 The van stops and once again there is a bunch of paparazzi there. I help her out the van holding a good grip on her hand. She whispers into my ear again. "You can all me Lexi."

 "Lexi it is." I grin to myself because she is letting me in and I feel excited. I don't want a typical pet name or to call her what everyone else calls her. I want to feel like she is special.  

THE LIGHTHOUSE

Description:Liam, Drake, Riley, Olivia, Maxwell and Hana went on a camping trip

DrakeXRiley

Warnings: None

(I apologize for too many words and bad english, as its not my native language)

Fire was crackling in the night. Tents were all set up with the help of expert instructions from Drake. Everybody was sitting by the campfire having drinks. Maxwell was telling funny and scary ghost stories. He went from ‘The Killer in the backseat’, ‘Buried Alive’, ‘The Hook-man’ to ‘Bastien-the vampire’. Olivia was looking at him with the expression ‘How can you even count it scary?’. Hana seemed a bit scared but listening it intently. However, Drake was lost in his own train of thoughts watching them in between. Many a times his eyes flicked on Riley when she giggled or frowned beside Liam. Suddenly Maxwell exclaimed “and then Bastien appears from the thin air, we almost screamed seeing him”. Everybody guffawed and Drake startled “What?”.

“Where is your mind at, Buddy?” Liam asked. “Umm, what have I missed” Drake stammered. “Maxwell is telling us how Leo almost convinced you all that Bastien is a vampire” Hana proclaimed. Riley looked into Drake’s eyes. For a second he looked into hers and then his eyes flicked away. “Ok, I am going to bed, enough of you jokers, we have to get up early” Olivia finally announced. “Hey!! You can’t call us jokers” Maxwell opposed “we are supposed to be your friends now”. Olivia rolled her eyes “at least I can call you one, Max” Maxwell amused “Friend??”. “No, Joker!!” Olivia snapped. “Finally, you called me Max, that makes you my friend, all my friends call me Max”. Olivia narrowed her eyes and left. Maxwell winked at others. Liam yawned and got up “I am going too. Good night everyone". “C’mon Riley, we should head back too” Hana said. Riley eyed Drake and left with Hana. “Ok buddy, I am going too, I need good night sleep to get recovered from today’s hiking”. Drake rolled his eyes “Good Night Maxwell”.

In the tent, Riley’s eyes were far from sleep. Thinking about HIM only. Why is he keeping me from him? Am I such unlovable? Has he never felt that way and it was only my imagination? At one moment he is there and next he keeps me at arm’s length. I can’t believe he doesn’t have any feelings for me even if he says so.

Finally, unable to sleep, she got outside the tent and found him there. He was still sipping whiskey. He looked at her “Can’t sleep, Brooks?”. “Umm, yeah” She sat opposite to him “What are you doing here, why aren’t you in your tent?”. “I am here to guard you all from scary ghosts” Drake said smirking but his eyes were still cold. “Hey, don’t try to scare me. I know those were all made up stories” She shrugged. “Joking, Brooks. Of course, there are no ghosts here! Do you see that light there” He pointed towards the hill “It’s a light house. I am thinking of hiking to the top” “But we are leaving in the morning?” She said questioningly. “Tonight. I am going there now”, he looked with a flicker of amusement in his eyes. “What? I don’t think it’s safe to go in this hour” she asked with her eyes widened. “I wanted to do this since many years and as I said there are no scary ghosts in here” he got up zipping up his sweatshirt”. “Then I want to go there too” Riley snapped. “What?” Now it was Drake’s turn to get shocked “You can’t, it’s not safe”. “Now, you are contradicting yourself Drake Walker, I am going there with you”. “Brooks, its final. I am not taking you there” Drake warns. She got up stubbornly, zipping up her sweatshirt and pulling hood over her head “Okay Drake!! Then I will be hiking on my own”. “Brooks, sometimes you are so stubborn, you never listen to what I say” Drake pointed to her. “Okay Drake I will meet you at the top and I am not scared of ghosts” she said with a warning in her tone. He sighed “Okay, let’s go”. Riley chuckled “heh!! I knew it”. Drake scowled "C’mon bossy-pants, get some liquor. Its chilly in woods, we will be needing liquid courage” he reckoned. They stashed two bottles each in their pockets. “Follow me Brooks” Drake commanded. “Yes Sir” she saluted.

Drake turned towards a narrow path followed by Riley. It was a long hike. There was so many twists and turns in the path and it was little muddy due to light rains. “How far is it to the top” she asked keeping up with the breath. “Almost there, Brooks”. Finally, they arrived in the somehow cleared space and there it was THE LIGHTHOUSE stood tall over the top of the hill. It was a clear view of the vast blue ocean from there. Riley took the view of the scenery in the moonlight “This view is breathtaking. I can’t believe you were trying to keep me from this”. “You liked it?” he eyed her. “It was something I have never seen in my life” she said closing and rubbing her arms due to chilly wind. “You are cold, Brooks. You should have worn something warm. Even I did not remind you to cover yourself properly” he said in guilt. “Hey! It’s okay. I convinced you to take me here. It wasn’t you. However, this view is worth it” she said holding his arm. They looked into each other’s eye for more than necessary seconds. Drake took away his gaze changing the topic “Hey, we still have drinks to keep ourselves warm. Want some?”. “Yeah, more than I want to admit” she chuckled. He took out one bottle and handed it to her. “Thanks” she took it willingly. They sat leaning at a big rock besides each other taking in the scenery of the vast ocean floor. They started talking about every meaningless thing. They lost the track of time after having two bottles down and the conversation headed towards more emotional side.

“I never wanted this Drake” Riley said looking straight to the ocean. He didn’t say anything and watched the ocean waves. “I never wanted to be queen” she continued. “I just came here for an adventure. There was nothing fun in my life in New York and I just came here for a getaway. But it seems like I am trapped now. I can’t run away from all court and nobles. You were right they are going to eat me up”. He turned towards her “Brooks, you will be an amazing queen. You are one hell of a person I have ever met in my life. You have no comparison with all these crappy noble women. Got me? Don’t ever think that way, okay?” She looked into his eyes “But I don’t love him Drake. I can’t love him. I tried but I just couldn’t”. His eyes bore into hers but he looked away “But he loves you. Give him a chance”. She didn’t reply and turned to the ocean. He gulped whiskey “He can give you the world”. “I don’t want the world” she snapped “my world lies somewhere else”. “This is life Brooks. It’s not that you want always comes to you. Sometimes, you feel hurt but you have to let it be in order to see others happy. Sometimes it’s best to leave it to the destiny. Always remember, you have someone who loves you with all his heart. Not all people are born with Drake Walker’s destiny. I am not complaining though. I had Liam and now I can even count on some friends. Thanks to you” he smiled weakly looking at her. She looked back at him with unreadable expression in her eyes. “Heh” he chuckled “but sometimes I think something is wrong with me. May be if I am not that grumpy, things would have been different. But believe me I was not always like this. But everybody I cared about left. One by One. First Dad, then Mom, Savannah, Stella and now” he paused “you”. Tears started welling up in Riley’s eyes but she tried to restrain them because she wanted him to keep going. “Liam will be proposing you soon and you will be queen. Everybody will be looking to you. Me too. From the Crowd. Queen Riley. Brooks.” he hiccupped. Is it whiskey?

“Drake” finally Riley was able to form words “I am not going anywhere”. He chuckled “once you become queen our lives will be in two different directions”. “I told you I don’t want to be queen” she looked at him with tears in eyes. “Don’t lie Brooks. Don’t give me hope. I know you will leave too. Like others.” Enough of this. She got up suddenly and straddled him. “Brooks” he whispered “what are you doing?” She looked into his eyes with all the desire and put her lips onto his. It was a peck with her eyes closed waiting for him to respond, to make a move. She waited like that. But there was no response from the other side. Finally, she opened her eyes and looked into his finding no expression. With embarrassment and feeling exposed, she was unable to stop tears. It was first ever kiss of her life where she initiated and got nothing back. Her gaze was on the ground now. Seeing her in such vulnerable condition, Drake suddenly cupped her cheeks keeping all the constraints aside. Riley was watching him helpless. He kissed her cheeks one by one where tears came to a halt. He licked her tears pouring all his love which he couldn’t express in words. Riley closed her eyes again living the moment. Suddenly he pulled her face down and their lips crashed. He licked her lips as if they were his life saviour. He waited for her to respond and finally she kissed him back with all her soul. They were kissing each other as if it was their first and last. They kissed till they were unable to breathe and finally got apart. When she opened her eyes and looked into his, there were tears. He tried to look away but she had already seen them. She clung to his chest and hide her face into him, feeling the love of her life. He pulled her tightly into his chest and covered her with his sweatshirt. They hold each other like that and finally fell asleep in each other arms. After some time, Drake’s eyes flung open, observing the situation. Riley was still sleeping in his arms straddling him. Her face was onto his chest. He looked down and kissed her hair. He held her tightly for some more time as he will never be going to get a moment like this ever in future. This was the moment he was going to remember forever as a beautiful dream and nightmare both. Finally, he decided to wake her up “Brooks” he whispered “get up, we felt asleep”. “Umm” she woke up rubbing her eyes “how long did we sleep”. “I don’t know but we should head back” he said softly however how much he wanted to stay like this forever. “Yeah” she finally got up and found herself in the position and blushed. She said shyly “sorry Drake I fell asleep like this”. “It’s okay Brooks. We were drunk. We should go back, C’mon”. They got up and walked back towards the tent. Riley was so happy and was blushing all the way remembering the kiss again and again. Drake, on the other hand, realized what had he done and crossed the barrier which he never wanted to. It’s true that he dreamed about this kiss always, with her. His Brooks. But he knew she belongs to someone else. Not just someone else, his best friend Liam, only who looked for him and his sister in their darker times. Guilt and shame were filling in his mind. He was lost in his thoughts and didn’t say a word all the way. Riley first thought his situation is same as hers. By the time, they reached their tents she realized something was wrong. She wanted to ask him but he headed straight towards his tent. She looked towards him with pleading eyes but he stopped only at his tent’s entrance without looking back at her “get some sleep, Brooks”. She didn’t know what went wrong. Maybe he is too shy to look into me. With all the thoughts she slipped into her tent and due to exhaustion of hiking and alcohol doing its job, fell asleep immediately.

With the chirping of birds and ray of sunshine passing through her tent Riley was finally awake. Hearing the voices of her friends from outside, she finally got out of tent. “Good Morning Riley” Maxwell and Hana exclaimed together “Come fast, we are making breakfast”. Riley looked around for Drake “where are the others?” “Liam and Olivia have gone for a walk” Hana said. “and Drake?” Riley asked still looking around. “He must be here somewhere. Maybe he is gone with Liam and Olivia. Now come and get some breakfast”. Riley ate her breakfast in silence with the two, waiting for him to come. “There, they are coming” Hana said pointing towards them. Riley looked up immediately for Drake but disappointed to find that he was nowhere. Liam greeted with all his smile “Good Morning everyone” They sat beside Maxwell and Hana. “What’s in breakfast” Olivia asked. They started having their breakfast but Riley’s eyes were still finding Drake. Feeling annoyed she asked “where’s Drake? Has he gone for a walk?” Maxwell asked too “Yeah! Where’s Drake? I thought he has been with you too”. “Don’t you people know. Drake had to leave in early morning. I don’t know what’s the urgency but he said he really has to go. You know, he never tells everything” Liam replied eating his breakfast. Riley was shocked hearing this. As if everything has got shattered, somebody stabbed a knife through her chest. After last night, she thought maybe he will be ready to show up his feelings and make a move. But he was gone and does not even said goodbye. She wanted to run away from there, from Cardonia and from everyone. Finally, she looked up and Liam was watching her. She tried to wore a smile on her face to hide pain but it was of no use. Her eyes were saying everything.

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errr...i’m sorry.  i realize that i a start a paragraph and i don’t stick to what i originally intended to be.  told you, my mind starts and so many other topics take over.  i have to restart another paragraph because i realize i’m just rambling.  i mean, i guess i’m just typing what i’m feeling in the moment.  it’s tough to hold back want i want to say, how i feel about you, about all of this.  i don’t mean to make things hard on you.  it’s just...i know what people tell me.  i know what logic and rationale dictates.  i know what the situation is now.  but a part of me also knows what i honestly believe and feel in my mind and heart.  i don’t know if you can tell but things that i type/say on here, sometimes i don’t read back what i wrote.  i just type and hope that my fingers can keep up with my feelings and train of thought.  i’m sure you can tell that’s all over the place.  i don’t know if i can even pinpoint what run ons of mine are making you feel that way.  i don’t mean to hurt you.  i just want you to know that i care about you.  i care about us.  with everything going on in this world, the fact that i’m not with you is killing me.  deep inside, i know my value and self worth.  i know i’m broken and defeated at the moment.  but i also know i am a good person.  if i wanted to believe the hype, i know that i’m great, kewl, and pretty awesome.  but the way you make me feel when i’m with you...the person that you make me feel to be and believe to be...you do take me to another level...and it’s nothing short of amazing.  i just want to be able to be that for you.

i’m doing it again.  i just wanted to say that i saw your post and likes.  i’ll elaborate more later/tonight.  so much to say.  as far as restaurant/take out food...there are still some places that fill that need.  it is pretty tough/sketchy though when it comes to being safe.  you can protect yourself as much as you can but the carelessness of others is out of your control.

i don’t even know where to begin with your likes.  moulin rouge...so amazing.  i think about songs and i miss hearing/listening to you sing.  rewrite the starts comes on on my playlist and i think of you/us.  you know it’s totally possible.  you and i can make our future however we want it to be.  if it takes rewriting the stars, i’m in if you are.  love so many songs from both movies and they remind me of you and just that feeling of how i felt watching/experiencing it with you.  it’s so fun when we can share things that we are in to with each other and seeing how the other actually enjoys it.

brats and sundresses...you know what i’m capable of.  you know what i like and what turns me on.  you know that once we are together, there will be no holding back.  we are going to make up for lost time, pick up where we left off, and we are going to have so much fun.  i don’t want to get too graphic but let’s just say that everything that we’ve done up to now...let’s just say that i plan on using it as a reference point to only enhance what we do from here on out.  if you want to be a brat at the moment, i’ll teach you what it means to be a brat.  or at least we will learn together to enhance the experience.  if you were to wear a sundress, i would still want to make sure that you are safe at all times and i wouldn’t put you in any unnecessary risks or danger.  but you have to know that if/when the mode strikes and the feeling is right, i will do things to/with you that no one else will ever to do to you.  because once you are with me...you will be mine.  i’m not going to say this in a bragging way.  it’s just something that i feel very intensely, passionately, and connected in some way.  i feel that a part of you knows that you belong to/with me.  everything i’ve thought and said here, i tried to avoid the physical/intimate aspect of our relationship because i didn’t want you to think that that’s all we had.  you and i are so much more than just that and i know/believe that.  but if i’m going to delve into our physical/sexual aspect...there is a connection between you and me that i don’t know that either of us can deny.  when you told me that i may have ruined you for anyone else, i took that as a compliment and intended to make it so with every act we did.  when i told you i wanted you for myself, i meant it.  when i told you that i owned you and you belonged to me...i meant for you to believe it as much as i believed it then...as i still believe in it now.  i honestly don’t know what has happened since, i don’t really want to know or think about it, but there is a part of me that does love you, respects you, and honestly believes that you still belong to me.  the only reason why i consider this and think about you this way is because, i believe that deep down, whether you want to admit it to me at this moment or not (you don’t have to), you know this to be true.  you would still give yourself to me.  you know that you belong to me.  you know that you will never feel as safe and as protected as when you are with me.  i will never take advantage of you or use you in any way that would make you feel unloved.  if i degrade you in any way, you know i do it with the utmost respect and love for you.  when i tell you that i love you and that you are the most beautiful creature i have ever had the pleasure of loving and pleasuring, you know that i mean every single word.  am i way off base with what i’m saying, i could very well be.  i mean, i shouldn’t be saying this to you just as much as you shouldn’t be entertaining the idea of it.  i try not to make this a focal point of any topic of conversation...but i’m going to break it for now only because i do enjoy your likes and it is hard to keep my feelings in check when it come to this aspect of our relationship.  i love our relationship.  be it the romantic, D/s, subtle, fun, quirky, kinky side of how we show our love and affection...you can’t deny that there is something very raw and real about it.  i miss our D/s/brat relationship just as much as i think you do.  and we both may not want to admit it out loud, but our sexual relationship is a big factor of why i feel you would want to be with me, and that’s not a bad thing.  as i said before, we have so much going for us than the physical/sexual aspect.  what works for us is that what we have physically/sexually just compliments and enhances everything else that compromises the totality of who we are.  i enjoy the fact that it’s our own little secret and we allow ourselves to explore it as much and as freely as we allow the other person to with no judgments and reservations.  wow...umm...talk about a run on.  sooo...yeah.  do you belong to me...not technically.  but if confronted with the reality of what we had/have and what is in our hearts but not allowed to really admit to it...you belong to/with me just as much i belong to/with you.  this aspect of our relationship is as strong and works as well as it does because we took the time to invest ourselves into it but trusting ourselves with each other.  sorry...run on...

BTS SEEING SELF-HARM SCARS ON YOUR THIGH

@prince-ofthe-stars said to kpopcentralau:

Hi~ I’d like to request something but it’s a bit of a touchy subject so, please don’t force yourself if you’re uncomfortable. Could I request bts reacting to your shorts accidentally riding up and they see the self harm scars on your thighs? Perhaps with a recent “friends to lovers” theme? Hope this is okay 

Sorry it took so long to finish this~ here it is i hope you enjoy it. I did it where they were basically dating. It is a touchy subject but i have no problem doing things like this and smut. So if you want to request more of these (if you like my writing) please feel free to ~Admin Vicky 

POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNINGS!!! 

MAFIA AU

  JIN: You would be getting ready for bed when he got home earlier than expected. Usually he’d be out late with the boys tracking a guy that framed them for stealing or something like that. You would change your clothes and put on his over-sized shirt to sleep in. Just at that moment he walked in quietly and saw your scars. He would sit you down and ask if you would like to tell him about the scars. He’d be sweet and reassuring so he doesn’t pressure you or scare you .

jin: y/n can we talk about what I saw? 

y/n: umm

jin: princess I would never judge you, I just want to know why.

YOONGI: Yoongi would be in his computer room having a conversation with the guys about who their next target was. He doesn’t want to get you involved so he told you to wait out there for him. he always busy with things like this so you decided to pick a movie for you guys to watch. About half and hour passed you were ready to give up on him coming out, he usually is busy and it makes you feel unloved. When you were getting up he came out and said he was ready. He plopped on the couch and said for you to come cuddle with him and that he is sorry for making you wait. While you would be cuddling he asked you a question.                                                    

yoongi: babe, can you get some more popcorn please

y/n: why don’t you get it?

yoongi: I am too tired, please

 y/n: fine (you get up to get the popcorn and he notices the scars)

when you come back..

yoongi: babe I love you

y/n: I love you too

yoongi: ALWAYS remember that okay! never forget it. i may be busy but i love you all the same.

y/n: okay? why are you saying this all now.

yoongi; because it’s important you know that i love you and care for you.

*he pulled you closer and you finished the movie*

                                                                                                                             HOSEOK: Hoseok was out doing his business with the guys. He always tells you that they aren’t going to do anything bad. But one day you seen them murder someone. so he told you the truth and the boys and told you not to say anything because he doesn’t want you in danger. Tonight you were suppose to watch a movie but he had to go do his business. That always made you feel lonely and it was too much to handle so you took a shower and decided to find a movie. As soon as you turned the tv on in the living room hoseok walked in and said to wait for him so you could watch it together after his shower. He came back and let you lay on him so you could cuddle then you began watching it. You and hoseok would then be taking a nap together because you finished the movie and fell asleep on the couch. Hoseok would wake up and slide from under you so he could take you to your shared bedroom. After he picked you up and put you on the bed he saw the scars. He would get in bed next to you and fall asleep with his hand on the scar. you woke up before him and noticed he was touching the scar. You tried to leave but he pulled you closer.

hoseok: jagi don’t leave yet

y/n: I just… got to go to the bathroom

hoseok: you are lying. you stutter when you lie. ( starts to rub where your scar is)

y/n: hoseok… 

hoseok: jagi it’s okay I would never judge you. I love you so much. Please do not              do this again.

y/n: ok I won’t. I love you too…I-I just get so lonely.

hoseok: jagi i’m right here. i will always come back to you. call me when you feel sad, but don’t do this because this makes me sad.I love you so much i can’t explain it with words.

you turn back around in the bed and hug him feeling reassured that he loves you. 

NAMJOON: Namjoon and the guys had to catch a guy tonight but promised to surprise you. Most of the time he comes home really late so you fall asleep alone. You’d cry yourself to sleep almost every night. However this time he went and came back in 40 minutes and usually that means they got impatient and killed him. From my memory this was the guy trying to steal their weapons and money so you thought it’d take longer to find him. When namjoon came back he said he was taking you out to dinner in 30 minutes so you had to get ready. You and namjoon were getting ready when he went to the bathroom to fix his hair while you got changed into your dress. you were adjusting it in the mirror when namjoon quietly came out to surprise you. He stopped and looked at your thigh and he seen the scars. he walked closer to you and you turned around, he asked you to sit down to talk.

Namjoon : babe, I saw something on your thigh and I wanna talk about it.

y/n: I just…

namjoon: babe I will always be here for you. Whatever problems you have tell                     me.

y/n: (tears forming) but your too busy and i always have lay in the bed alone… every time i’m alone i feel useless and i’m scared you won’t come back to me… i-i am not sure you even love me anymore…

namjoon: Jagi don’t say that, (tears forming) don’t worry you will never go through anything alone I’m right here. I’ll always be right here. I promise you, I love you so much. That will never change, okay..

y/n: (you nod wiping your tears) I love you too.

then he hugged you tightly.

TAEHYUNG: Taehyung was a good actor so he’d be the one to lure the targets to a spot where they could all surround them. But today was a little different because the target had backup inside the space where they met.Thankfully he noticed early and had jungkook and jimin to get them while he lured the main target outside in an enclosed space. By the time they finished he had come home just in time for dinner. He’d greet you get cleaned up then sit down to watch you cook. He always comes home and pays attention to you but you wish  you could have him for the whole day and it makes you question if he knows how lonely you feel at home. Taehyung is more caring so he would ask you because he would feel uneasy about seeing the scars and knowing you may have been in pain or you have been going through something alone. he is always watching out for you so he seen it while you were in the kitchen cooking and your shorts rose up enough for him to see it .

taehyung: y/n can you come here?

y/n: sure i just finished. what’s up tae? 

you said as you walked over to the couch he was sitting on. he would gently touch your leg and put his head down. 

y/n: tae? 

taehyung: i love you okay. We are suppose to go through this stuff together. Please don’t do it just thinking about you being in pain makes me feel ashamed that i didn’t do my job properly.

y/n:  i’m sorry but sometimes…(looking down at the ground) i feel like so lonely that i want to die. i feel that i am not a good enough reason for you to come home every night. i keep thinking that one day you’ll realize that and not come home ( quiet sobs)

taehyung: i’m so sorry, i never… i never thought about it that way. But jagi i love you so much no one could ever replace you. I promise to spend more time with you. (tears forming) i guess i didn’t do my job properly. i’m so sorry/

y/n: i-i love you too. You always did good at taking care of me. Don’t feel ashamed. I’m sorry i didn’t tell you…i’m so sorry for making you feel this way..

(he calms down faster than you because you still feel guilty for not telling him )

y/n:tae, i’m sorry i-i ….

taehyung: shh babygirl, we both did wrong okay. it’s a learning process. Let’s promise to keep nothing from each other okay? 

he smiles to reassure you that you mean everything to him.

y/n: *you nod*

he kisses you sweetly and you sit there for a second before going to eat. 

JIMIN: Jimin would be more of the fighter in the group so he’d always have some soreness and would usually fall asleep first. You’d start crying your self to sleep because of the lack of love. You’d never tell him because he would feel bad so you kept it to yourself. Today he was a little late from the mission so he decided to pick up your favorite meal. He got home silently to surprise you. He set the food on the counter and went to the bedroom. You had just finished taking a shower so you only had a towel wrapped around you and your scars were visible. you noticed jimin and tried to hide them. But he was already standing there shocked. you suddenly saw him drop to his knees. you rushed over to him.

y/n: jimin

jimin: I am sorry that I am always late and that I don’t love you enough. I promise          I will try harder

y/n: jimin please..

jimin: I am so sorry ( starts to cry thinking you won’t forgive him )

y/n: jimin I know you try but.. but I didn’t want to bother you.( tears forming) I just… 

jimin: please tell me, i need to know the truth 

y/n: i feel you don’t love me anymore.Like i am not good enough and…and every night you sleep first i’d cry myself to sleep because you’d have your back to me and wouldn’t hold me close to feel that you were there and that you love me…You’d just ignore me.

jimin: i’m sorry i didn’t realize your pain …… ( he puts his head down and almost broke down because of guilt)

y/n: jimin please get up, i don’t like seeing you in so much pain, i never have

jimin: babygirl.. just promise me that you will never do that again I am always here. If  you call me I will answer okay, i promise i will… I’d rather that then you….( he touches the scar) then you hurting yourself. 

y/n: okay I promise 

(he pulls you into a hug)

jimin: I love you. 

y/n: I love you too…. 

(you both calm down a bit so you aren’t crying anymore)

y/n: ya jimin what’s that smell. 

jimin: (smirks) go to the kitchen to find out. 

he kisses your forehead then heads to the kitchen while you stay behind to get dressed. 

JUNGKOOK: Jungkook is also the muscle in the group so he’d be home late. Sometimes he would not even come home because the guys would have to take care of him when something bad would happen. He’d never want you to see him that way. But in reality you want to because you can help him just like he’d help you, it was better than not seeing him at all. sleeping alone made the depression you had worse. Honestly jungkook is more shy about telling you things. He shows his love for you through actions. He’d notice the scars when you guys were getting ready bed. He had came home later so he needed to take a shower and change. He had walked in the room and you were getting out of the bathroom from showering. Since the towel was short he saw one of the scars on your thighs. He wouldn’t say anything but hi, then he’d go get washed up. All while he was in the shower he was thinking of what to say. When he got out he had his towel on and asked you to talk. 

jungkook: y/n

y/n: yes kookie? is something wrong?

jungkook: (he takes a deep breath) i saw the scars on your thighs ( he would touch them) you don’t have to do this. I am right here with you. Please let me prove to you that i can be good for you. I will… do anything to make you happy and smile all day.. ple-

y/n: (tearing) kookie you are good for me . i was just being very emotional and i didn’t want to bother you at work i know how busy you get so i-..

jungkook: please, you know i’m here 

y/n: ( sobs ) i’m sick of sleeping alone. i can’t handle not being loved. i understand you have your work but it’s hard for me too. 

jungkook: I’m sorry i never thought about it that way. ( sobs quietly )From now on i wont let you be alone for too long. I love you and i can’t have my babygirl hurting herself because of me. I’ll be home every night so we can cuddle and watch a movie ok!? i love you so much it hurts to see you like this. 

y/n: i love you too. okay, but i don’t want you to hurt alone either, i love you way too much..

jungkook: (he opened his arms and you hugged him) babygirl …

y/n: hm?

(he kissed you and you felt the love he had for you and how sorry he was)

jungkook: i never meant to make you hurt yourself, or feel the pain of having no one there for you 

y/n: i know

(you hugged him again)

y/n: hey since you suggested it can we cuddle and watch a movie? 

jungkook: of course my babygirl let’s change first. *he then gave you a kiss and went to change while you guys calmed down. *

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS! THIS IS MY FIRST REACTION! By the way i am Admin Vicky and i am in the smut management. I will also do reactions that are touchy subjects, but not too over the board touchy. 

~Admin Vicky 

I Give Up - part 27 (A Baekhyun Series)

Genre: suspense / angst

Characters: Baekhyun X You

A/N: Trigger warning: violence, attempted assault: sexual/physical, drugs/alcohol.

I Give Up -  part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5 , part 6 , part 7 , part 8 , part 9 , part 10 , part 11 , part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 19, part 20, part 21, part 22, part 23, part 24, part 25, part 26, part 27, part 28 FINAL,

I Give Up Deleted Scenes Masterlist

The Notebook  Kinks 1   Pink Heart Days 

You were putting on mascara when your phone buzzed, letting you know of an incoming text. It was probably one of the friends who were meeting up later at the small bar near campus. You swiped when you recognized Minah’s name, your best friend who you had invited along. Your exams and being so busy with your boyfriend had made you neglect your best friend lately and you made her promise to join tonight.

When Baekhyun found out you were bringing Minah along he seemed to settle down a bit about your classmate, and study buddy Kim Youngshik who was going as well. While you understood his reservations, you really didn’t think he had to treat the guy like his arch nemesis simply because the guy seemed to have a little crush on you.

Surely an intelligent guy like Youngshik had enough understanding to accept that you were unavailable and clearly not interested in him that way. He was a friend. A good friend who lent you notes for classes he had already taken that he knew you would need soon, and even gave you heads up about which professors to stay away from. With how far removed Baekhyun was from college life, it was difficult for him to understand the benefits of making friends with your classmates, especially the super helpful ones like Youngshik.

It wasn’t like you gave Baekhyun a hard time about hanging out with all of those beauties from the different idol groups. Just recently you had seen him being sweet online with Yoona of SNSD, during one of those LOL broadcasts. You knew the man well enough to recognize his body language and you knew what a slightly flustered nervous flirt looked like.

You hadn’t said a thing about it! You just closed the browser on your laptop with a few more mouse clicks than necessary and maybe you slammed the screen shut a bit too hard. You handled that like a perfectly reasonable adult and the funny noise your laptop had been making lately had nothing to do with your jealousy.

Did he really have to speak so cutely to his translator like that? Did he have to give her all those coupons too? Couldn’t he just….not?

No no…that was just him. He was sweet and generous and he was easy for a laugh and quick with a blinding smile. There was nothing at all behind the gifts. That was just Baekhyun.

And he was yours.

”Oh shit, Is this you?!!!” the text from Minah was well punctuated and had a link leading to some sort of celebrity news article site. You usually tried not to pay attention to these things. Celebrity gossip news was garbage and rarely based on any real facts, but you felt your stomach drop a bit when you clicked on the link, seeing the word EXO in the link words.

When the page loaded you felt dizzy and just a little more nauseated than you should feel right now.

EXO Member Caught Dating - Exclusive Photo Evidence Inside

You have never clicked on a link so fast in your life, feeling an instant annoyance at the slow loading website with annoying ads. The article was sparse. Promising loads of juicy details without actually delivering a thing and by the time you reached the end you had learned that the gossip reporters had received a tip. Absolute proof that a member of popular Idol Group EXO had a girlfriend and the article cut off with a link accessible only to paid subscribers of the news site.

Your phone was out and you were texting Baekhyun as that sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach swelled and settled like a stubborn rock refusing to budge.

Your fingers weren’t quite working on your touchscreen keyboard and you groaned in frustration as you opted to call him instead.

“Hello?” His answer was instantaneous and you checked the tone of his voice for any signs that anything at all could be wrong.

“Baek, what–” You could feel the panic bubbling inside your throat and a quick steadying breath to calm yourself some interrupted your words, “–what are you doing now?”

“Hmm?” He hummed on the line, sounding like the same sweet man you had grown so used to, so comfortable with and you tried to ignore that stupid rock in your gut.

“Ahh, I’m laying down in my bed, feeling abandoned and unloved because my girlfriend is going out with her friends tonight and she told me I can’t come along. I’m thinking about crying a little bit later.”

His dramatics were perfectly intact and you came to the instant conclusion that he either didn’t yet know about the gossip article, or it wasn’t anything concerning. You hoped and prayed it was the later.

“Umm.” You inhaled a deep breath and decided the best way to approach this was to be direct.

“T-There’s an article on some stupid website that Minah just sent me…and I was just–”

“Ahh, is it the one about an EXO member dating?” He interrupted you in his soft voice and you felt a small speck of relief when you heard that voice.

He knew about it, yet he didn’t sound upset at all. He didn’t sound nervous or mad and you simply hummed in response to him. The panic you felt earlier had shifted into a sort of confusion about the reality of the situation.

“It said there were pictures, but I couldn’t see them I dont–” this time you interrupted yourself, unable to formulate any real conclusions without any facts about the situation.

“You dont think…it’s that person do you? The one that Hilda found? S-She said she had pictures, what if…what if she did something already?”

“Well if she did, we will have to handle it.” His words sounded so casual you stared ahead in disbelief, trying to will yourself to feel as calm as he sounded.

Could you really handle it? Could his career handle a huge scandal and could you handle the knowledge that you contributed to such a damaging blow to the man you loved?

“The pictures haven’t been released yet anyway, so we don’t know if their claims are even true. My manager said something about someone on twitter and I heard a couple of other members names. I’m not that concerned. Hilda will take care of it.”

How could he be so calm and dismissive about this? You felt like you wanted to vomit and he wasn’t that concerned.

“What time are you meeting Minah at the bar? What are you going to wear? Will you eat before you drink?” He was talking faster, asking his usual overprotective questions that somehow served to settle your mind back into your usual light mood when you spoke to him.

“I’m wearing the shortest skirt I own of course.” You teased in response and you heard him whine. You knew the look you would find on his face. The usual disgruntled pout.

“Are you sure you’re only going to one bar and then coming straight home?”

You had reached a point in your relationship with Baekhyun where you knew when it was time to put a stop to his dramatics, or risk getting stuck in this trap. His endless worries and protectiveness, paired with his capacity for impressive theatrics usually had to be kept in check for his own good.

“Oh, Minah just texted me that she’s leaving. I’ll be good I promise and I’ll call you later, I love you baby.” You may have had to stretch your truths with him when he got like this, and you really would text Minah as soon as you hung up with him. He didn’t need to know every single detail.

“You better answer my calls.” The threat in his voice sounded pretty believable this time and you hummed into the line before you hung up the phone to finish getting ready.

Okay so maybe your shortest skirt stayed behind in your closet, opting for skinny jeans and a flowy top. But you swore to yourself it had nothing to do with your sweet, slightly fragile boyfriend who was waiting at home for you to send him a selfie of you arriving safely in the bar. You pulled Minah close beside you and made her smile for the picture, sure to capture your whole image so he could verify that you were, in fact, in one piece and completely safe.

“Where is whats-his-face?”

His response came quick and you assured him that you didn’t know where Youngshik was, nor were you in any hurry to greet him tonight.

“Put your phone away, he will be fine without you for one night!” Minah had two drinks in her hand and was shoving one of them into your open hand as she pulled you further into the bar. You heard the sounds of music growing louder and what sounded like karaoke. Some pour soul was butchering one of your favorite songs and you decided that a few shots might help you handle that better.

Your first drink went down fast and with your giggling best friend on your arm, encouraging you to let loose you may have lost track of how many drinks you had as the laughter grew louder, the music grew more fun and much more tolerable, despite the endless chain of off key singers who took the stage and familiar smiles around the tables greeted you again and again. Some with hugs, others with jokes and one in particular with a request.

“Oh come on…” Youngshik was tugging on your arm. From the glassy look in his eyes you could tell he was drunk. Not falling down, but he definitely felt different than the usual studious dean’s list student you had gotten to know well during the semester.

“Come dance with me,” he whined with a pout on his face and a silly little hip wiggle that made you snort. You were too drunk to refuse the silly request and you headed toward the small space between the tables where a few friends were dancing to the upbeat song playing on the screen.

Dancing with Youngshik was fun. You weren’t particularly aware of much but he kept his hands to himself, thankfully and when the song was over you turned to head back to your table where your phone sat alone, waiting for you to check on. You thought you saw it light up once when you were making your way toward it but the lights in the bar were flashing with the music played too loudly, making you second guess yourself…making you think you saw things. Was it buzzing? You had nearly reached it when you felt a hand reach for yours and the surprise made you turn to look.

Youngshik was back. His glassy eyes blinking at you wide, you felt his hand wrap around your wrist and pull you back. Almost roughly, just enough to surprise you and make you look down at your wrist as it moved toward where he pulled.

“You need to come back, please dance just one more with me, come on.” He turned back toward where you had been dancing and you noticed the song had changed. The lights in the bar were pulsing with the beat of the music and every turn of your head sent the room spinning in a way that took just a second too long to settle.

“Are you okay?” Your feet had traveled, carrying you to the same spot where you had been laughing and dancing just minutes before…before you had left for something. What was it?

Someone was tapping and rubbing along your back now and you looked up, finding his eyes.

“Oh…oh it’s you, Youngshik.” You smiled a wide smile that he watched with curiously strange eyes for a moment before you saw him return it with a bright inviting smile of his own.

“Yeah its me. We were dancing remember? And then you ran away.” He frowned dramatically and you lifted your head feeling the shift in the music. The song that played now was slower and your dance partner didn’t seem to be bothered by the change one bit.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You seem to be drunk.” He giggled now and Minah howled with laughter in the background. The boys she had been talking to were making her laugh, feeding her new drinks with the sort of reckless abandon reserved for college life. This time when you were young and invisible and game for anything.

“I’m okay,” you said with a smile on your face that hopefully looked at least a little bit sober, “let’s dance then.”

You felt yourself give in to him. Had he always been this convincing?

The song was slow and you swayed with the beat for a while, willing the room to settle down some. There was a bit of relief when the chaotic lights stopped their assault on your senses and you could finally open your eyes.

You felt warm. Flushed and humid and someone had you in their arms as you swayed to the music.

How long was this song?

You had to check your phone. You were sure you saw it light up before. Before when you had tried to come back to the table and you were pulled away by…who was holding you so tightly?

Your head swam as you lifted it and you found the owner of the arms who held you upright was so familiar, yet different somehow. He held on too tight and he smelled wrong. Not like the one you loved, this one was…wrong.

His hands held too tight and when you looked up saw his face descending quickly. What was he doing? He wasn’t about to kiss you was he?

You pushed back, resisting, expecting him to loosen his grip around your waist quickly but feeling a weird resistance and a darkening in his eyes that sent a chill down your spine.

“Where are you going? We are dancing.” The voice that sounded close to your ear had an edge to it that you didn’t like and you felt a wave of something wash over you. What was that? It wasn’t pleasant. But the alcohol in your system was clouding everything you felt and made it hard to describe.

“I don’t want to dance with you anymore.” You said suddenly as you pushed out of his arms. Why did you have to push so hard to get him to let go? Perhaps your strength had been used up during the dance. Maybe he was holding on that tight.

The shove had been hard and you saw him stumble back, hitting his leg against a chair behind him that bumped against the table with your friends and classmates. A beer fell, a shout was heard out and you turned and made your way toward the bar. Your destination wasn’t for more alcohol but the bathrooms and you found the familiar symbol that told you this was the ladies room, pushing inside.

The air inside the bathroom felt cooler. The door closed behind you and muted the loud music that you hadn’t even realized had been muddling your brain until it shut off and the relief you felt was palpable.

You took your time, emptying your bladder and washing your hands in the sink before you splashed the cool tap water over your face, careful not to mess up your eye makeup, but feeling comfort in the coolness over your cheeks.

Your face was flushed and red from the heat and the drinks and you stared for a long while at your reflection before you heard a sound behind you.

You saw a familiar face and Minah smiled at you, clearly drunker than you were. You remembered the drinks the boys at the table had been pushing on her and she bounded in with her arms wide as she hugged you tightly, kissing your cheek over and over as she giggled.

“Youuu–” she slurred and you laughed. “Youngshik likes you. Didn’t you tell him you have a boyfriend?”

“It’s not like that Minah. We are just friends.” you responded, all the while thinking of the tense discomfort you felt moments earlier while dancing with him. In the quiet of the bathroom you began feeling a more clear headed now that you were out of the noise and the lights of the bar.

“I think I’m going to go home with Hoseok,” she giggled, “have you seen his ass lately? I’m going to get that.” Her voice was full of drunken confidence and you leaned against the counter as you waited for her to pee and come back out of the stall she had disappeared inside.

“Hoseok? Is he the one with the shiny shirt or the one with the mushroom haircut?”

“Shiny shirt. Mushroom is Minhyuk…although Minhyuk is really fucking hot too. I don’t care, either of them would do–” her giggles echoed out from behind the stall, “or both of them.”

“–if I disappear forever tonight, just know that I died a happy woman.”

You both emerged from the sanctity of the ladies room, feeling the stifling heat, the smell of too many patrons in one place and the raucous laughter of drunken mischief surround your head instantly.

“Oh you and your casual hookups…just be careful Minah. You know I need you.” She leaned into your arms around her as she laughed.

“And I need sex sometimes. We can’t all be as lucky as you…sex god as a boyfriend and all.” Her voice was loud and you raised your hand to her mouth to silence the ridiculous words she was spewing before she could accidently say his name, or anything else that definitely didn’t need to be broadcasted in this place.

She pulled your hand down and gave you a sassy look

“Oh settle down, I may be drunk but I still remember the confidentiality agreement that showed up with a lawyer at my house the day after I met him.”

Her words made you stop your forward movement and you felt her stumble when you suddenly stopped. Her arms around you going slack for a moment before she let go.

She looked into your surprised face before she wrinkled her nose and shook her head, taking a few unstable steps to close the distance between you both.

“I guess you didn’t know that part. Yeah, we all got them. Dahee, Jaewoo, Taeil, everyone who knows about you and him–”

Your fuzzy mind was having trouble processing the flood of information you suddenly had thrust at you.

Baekhyun had sent lawyers to your friends and made them sign legal documents? Your expression must have looked worried because you felt her warm arms around you, pulling you in for a tight hug.

“Don’t worry about it. You know more than anything I was…impressed,” she rubbed along your back as she hugged you, reassuring you with her words against your ear, “he seems to really love you. The measures he takes to keep you safe and happy feel very genuine.”

You felt her release you and she smiled as you began to soften up some.

You had both reached the tables, walking by groups of classmates who laughed, flirted, even made out with each other and you looked around for Youngshik, feeling a weird unease at not knowing exactly where he was for some reason. You couldn’t be sure of the source of this weird feeling, but even significantly dimmed by the alcohol in your system, you were certain that this Youngshik felt different than the one you had been close with all semester.

Was it just the alcohol?

When you sat down at the table you saw your phone right where you had left it and you picked up to check for messages or missed calls.

Honestly you expected at least one message or one call. Something.

But strangely the thing was bare. Not a single message waiting, no notifications pending. Not even a voicemail.

Perhaps you had imagined it. The illumination you were sure you had seen on your phone as you tried to return to the table, only to be pulled back by your drunk dance partner demanding another dance. Was it really just the lights in the club?

You grabbed your phone and glanced around once more, checking for your small change purse that you had stuffed in your pocket with important things like your license and your cash, you stood, suddenly deciding that you needed just a bit of air. Just a bit of a break from this stuffy club and the loud laughter and these two people all over each other in the booth next to you.

The front door of the bar was busy, packed with people filtering in and out and you waited for what felt like forever for a pause in the traffic. Finally you saw an out and you took it, slipping past the people onto the sidewalk outside.

The peace wasn’t as overwhelming and instant as you hoped it would be because the crowds of people out here were just as thick, just as drunk and just as obnoxious.

“Hey baby where you going?” A bro with a backwards cap and a ridiculous accent shouted in your direction as you brushed past him, ignoring the laughter that seemed to be cut short suddenly behind you.

Your curiosity was overshadowed by the haze in your vision as you walked and tried to keep your feet moving forward.

The one thing he told you, don’t get wasted. And here you were, having completely lost track of the number of drinks you had as you wandered outside of this club alone, desperate for the ground to quit trying to spin away from your legs like that.

The ground wasn’t cooperating and you felt your phone buzzing inside the back pocket of your jeans. Waking and finding your phone was too much so you had to stop and lean against the quiet space off to the side of the bar. Nearly in the alleyway, the light from the street lamps provided enough light for you to see ahead of you just fine.

His name flashed across your screen…well the name you had in your phone for him. A leftover from your first meeting, when he showed up in your parents dry cleaning shop with a stained shirt.

“Hello My love…” You held the phone to your ear, feeling the overwhelming love you felt course through you just by seeing him call your phone.

“Where the fuck are you?” His words flew through your ear like a bullet seeking its target and you flinched at the harshness you heard. It was his voice, you were sure of it, but he sounded so tense and worked up that you had to pull the phone away from your ear for a second to control the flare of nerves that rushed through your body.

“W-What do you mean? You know where I am?”

“And Him? Where the fuck is that piece of shit? Do you know what it feels like to–” You could hear the anger now, flooding through the phone and you knew he would be so consumed by it that the words were getting jumbled.

You felt blindsided by it though. Where was this coming from? He had been happy when you last talked to him and he didn’t even call you while you had been out.

Your heart sped up inside your chest and you shook your head, trying to make some sense of this sudden mood. This sudden rage that had taken over him again.

He groaned away from the phone and you heard a car horn honking noisily on the line. Was he driving? While this mad? What if something happened to him?

“Would you care to explain to me, why he is answering your phone for you…asking, no fucking demanding to know who the fuck I am and why I would be calling your phone?” His voice dropped to a low growl as he spoke words you couldn’t quite make any sense of.

“Who a-answered my p-phone Baekhyun?” Your mind was a mess and your mouth didn’t get the words out as smoothly as you wanted, not with him yelling at you like this. You felt nervous and confused and quite drunk to be honest.

“How drunk are you? You sound like you’re completely wasted, I can’t fucking believe this.” He let out a loud puff of air over the mic of his phone and you could hear the squealing of brakes before he came back on the line from whatever he had done in his car.

“‘S-She doesn’t have a boyfriend? She’s mine now?’ Did you tell him you didn’t have a boyfriend? Why would he say that to me?”

“Who are you talking about Baekhyun? I don’t know what you are saying–”

The words cut off when you felt the absence of the phone that laid warmly over your ear just a second before.

Where was his voice? His angry breathing and the sounds of his horn honking and his brakes stopping short? Your hand was empty and you looked behind you as soon as you felt it. The tell-tale presence of someone warm and alive standing behind you.

The surprise of the phone being taken didn’t quite compare to the chest trembling shaking that you felt when you heard that same cell phone fly across the alley way you stood in and hit the wall of the opposite building, shattering glass and plastic as it hit.

You shrieked in genuine fear and surprise but that sound was muffled by a hand over your mouth. You felt your legs moving, shoved deeper into the darkness of the alley as the wall behind you came up fast. Too fast, it hit you hard and the sensation of heavy arms over your chest made it hard to breathe.

Your eyes were wide as your heart beat fast in your chest. The fuzziness of the alcohol made your reality swim and you looked ahead into cold glassy eyes as a sick sinking feeling consumed your body.

Eyes that looked familiar, yet so different from the same ones you had seen all semester. Sweet, friendly, smiling and helpful before, but now you saw nothing but coldness. And anger? But…why?

“You just don’t get it do you?” Youngshik whispered out in a soft voice against your face. The smell of his breath, acrid and vile up close made your stomach churn and you pushed against the weight of his arms over your chest as you tried to scream.

The sound didn’t come out. His hand over your mouth was too tight and the effort made you dizzy. Your hands gripped against them, trying desperately to pull his hands off of you in vain. He was too strong and too blinded by whatever rage was happening inside his head.

“I thought you were smart, but you keep on disappointing me.” You felt a pain where his arms pushed against your chest, leaning over you too hard now and your faced screwed together in agony. The action felt deliberate, but the look in his eyes was suddenly disconnected as he watched your face. Those eyes moved slowly, taking their time as he watched you up close and you felt your skin crawling as he did it. When he shifted his weight you felt his arm move from the crushing hold it kept over your chest and the weight of his legs moved around yours, pinning you against the wall with strong thighs that kept you from escaping. The heat of his body was on you, making your stomach churn as the nausea took over your body. With the way he pushed up against you like this you felt the unmistakable bulge he pressed against your thigh. You whined and tried to wiggle away from him.

His eyes followed his fingers now, the arm he just freed was trailing lightly along your hairline when you felt him grip roughly, the hair on the side of your head, pushing it hard against the wall.

The pain was intense and you winced as you tried to move in the direction he pulled.

“I gave you so much. I worked so hard for you, helping you as much as I could and for what? What have you given me? Not a thing. But stupid girls like you just don’t get it. I guess should just fucking take it.” Your cries were still muffled by his hand that grew sweaty now as he partially covered your nose, making you feel dizzier and light headed the longer he did it. The tears streaming from your eyes now added to the wetness of his hand. Your breathing gasped through your nose desperately trying to get some fresh air, anything you could get, but his hand was too tight. Your hand swung out, trying to grab ahold of something, anything. You made contact with skin, somewhere on him, his arm or his face, you couldn’t know for sure but each scratch of your nails went ignored.

“All you had to do was break up with him. That’s it. I made it so easy for you. I even used my sister’s stupid fancafe account and her stationary so you would take the threat seriously … when I found out who he was I couldn’t fucking believe my luck. She just happened to be one of those stupid morons who in hopelessly in love with that asshole.”

His words had an echo that rattled inside your ears but their truth hit you hard. Had he sold the pictures he had? Was this bomb waiting to drop as soon as that magazine decided to release the proof. But what were the pictures? You didn’t doubt Youngshik’s insanity at this point. The lengths he was willing to go to get what he wanted had been made abundantly clear. How damning would those pictures be? Career ending? Cataclysmic and so revealing they would follow Baekhyun around for the rest of his life? Your panic rose inside your chest and you felt the world grow just a little greyer as the ugliness was made more pronounced.

The street lights behind his head in the alley had taken on a flickering behavior, as if they were going out. Blinking in and out over his head the dizziness was changing the longer he kept his hand over your nose and those lights were so dim.

“He’s not even that special. That’s not a real man, I’ll show you a real man–”

You heard a sound. Something loud and something significant so up close and those glassy eyes that had been glaring wicked at you shifted with that sound.

What was that sound? Your eyes tried to open but you were slipping lower, down onto the ground, the rough bricks at your back scraping against your shoulders as you sunk lower until you sat on the floor, dizzy and gasping.

Because you could breathe. His hand was gone and you gasped in desperately, filling your lungs with precious air finally, but unable to get enough. It wasn’t enough. You needed more, you gasped and choked, filling yours lungs over and over. Your mind was pulled by a sick fleshy sound as you fell forward onto your hands. The trembling in your chest was too much and there was something happening right in front of you.

Something noisy. The sounds of impacting flesh…someone hitting something, or someone, again and again and you then you saw him. He grunted and growled with each punch. His familiar black coat and a facemask over his face, hood over his head and he was on top of that…that.. evil man who had tried to hurt you.

Baekhyun must have pulled him off of you but something felt so wrong with the man you loved. His sweetness was gone. His smiles and laughter were a distant memory as he hit Youngshik, over and over again, the growling you heard from him as he hit had stopped and his breathing echoed out so hard. His eyes were focused and driven as he hit, smashing his fist into the man’s face with such force you knew something would break. Whether Baekhyun’s fist or Youndshiks face or both.

Baekhyun was gone. He was so consumed with the rage you saw trembling as he pulled up roughly on the bloody faced man, shaking him hard with his fist tight around his collar until his eyes slit open, waking up just enough for another punch.

You stared at the scene before you trying to recognize either man.

“Baekhyun,” you said, finding that your voice worked. The tremors in your body had subsided enough for you to recognize what was happening and you knew you had to stop him.

He had to stop. For his own sake, for the sake of the man you loved, you had to stop him. Before this destroyed him and everything he had worked for his entire life, this had to stop.

“Baekhyun stop,” you said again louder and you caught the tick of his head as he looked up, fist raised mid air. His knuckles were red and bloody and his head turned to you.

Youngshik coughed weakly, spitting out blood from his lips and the grip that Baekhyun had around the man’s collar fell, sending the back down onto the pavement with a grunt of pain.

Baekhyun looked down at the man below him before he looked back at you, his eyes changing and clearing the more he saw you and he was moving, scrambling away from the fight, from the violence and from the anger he was moving toward you with his arms outstretched.

“Baby…” his voice was quiet and muffled by the mask and the heavy breathing but his voice was his own.

You felt his hands reach for yours and closer as he crouched before you on his ankles. His hands reached for your face before you saw his eyes glance down at his hands. He winced at the bloody mess of his hands and pulled them back, not touching your skin with his hands like you had wanted him to.

You reached instead. If he wouldn’t do it you would and you felt him lean closer when you reached for his waist, slinking your hands under his coat, against the warmth of his body, over the thin tshirt that seemed much too cold for this night.

Baekhyun gave in to your touch and fell down off his ankles onto his knees before you and you felt his warmth wrap tightly around you.

“Shhh…” you heard him whispering over your head and your mind whirled to realize that the crying sound was coming from your own lips.

“Shhh, baby you’re okay,” he said as he held you tighter and rubbed harder over your back.

Even now, with the sweat from the fight, the dirt and blood on his hands and the stress from the night you felt it. The complete and undeniable comfort and safety in his warm arms. You breathed in as best you could through the quiet cries that shook your chest and the smell of him filled your senses. Drowning out the fear and the noises erupting around you as people arrived.

“Mr. Byun, Didn’t I tell you not to come here alone?” A serious voice spoke over your head. Familiar and accented, you looked up to see Hilda, the woman in charge of security.

Baekhyun didn’t respond to her and you felt him pulling you up to your feet, his arms firm and steady around your waist.

“Come on, let’s go to the hospital.” He wasn’t responding to Hilda or to anyone else from the group of men in black suits that asked him questions.

You heard Hilda’s voice again, the curt all business way she spoke made you open your eyes again.

“You must not go to back to your car. There are crowds now. People have been taking pictures. It’s not exactly a conspicuous car… your name is already being circulated on twitter” .

“What about the ones I hit,” he responded.

“The driver of the motorcycle on the sidewalk and the other parked car have already been dealt with,” she let out an exasperated sigh as her eyes narrowed in his direction. “But did you really have to drive on the sidewalk? This is such a mess.”

“And what would have happened to her if I waited behind with you? I don’t pay you to follow the fucking traffic laws, I pay you to protect my family,” he snapped and you saw the glance the woman gave you before she shut her mouth with a small nod of her head.

“Give me your car.”

She nodded and lifted her eyebrows in the direction of a black sedan that was parked in the alley.

“At least let me drive,” she said.

The first steps felt uneasy and you leaned into him, not quite getting why you felt so weak. Was this just from the alcohol. Perhaps you were in shock from the attack.

“Can you walk?” He said above your head and your feet stumbled against themselves.

He bent down and you were flying. Lifted so high into the air you felt swaying and the breeze along your face, your arms wrapped around his neck and you felt the dizziness take over as you slumped against his shoulder, nuzzling into his neck, you craved his warmth and his smell. Anything that would tell you you were safe with him now. That he was okay and that you were okay.

“Me. Byun I will take her to the hospital. Please you should leave before someone sees you.” A low voice you didn’t know spoke with authority and you felt his grip tighten around you.

“Absolutely not. She doesn’t leave me.”

The path to the car took you by by the man who did this. He was awake and sitting up against the wall, what looked like a private doctor for hire examining him, asking him questions with big scary looking men with suits and ear pieces looming over them. Next to the men stood another man in a police uniform. Strangely silent and uninvolved, you wondered if the policeman was real or if he was just there to look real. He definitely didn’t feel like a policeman the way he ignored you, not even bothering to take any statement from you before you were taken away. He didn’t once look up at Baekhyun as he carried you away, despite having clearly been involved in this fight that left the other guy so broken and hurt.

Youngshik looked dazed and hurt and you watched until he moved. You stiffened and gasped when his dark eyes looked up at you.

“Don’t look at him, love,” Baekhyun whispered into your ear and you closed your eyes tightly.

Hilda drove quickly and you found your mind drifting as you laid against his chest in the back seat of the car and listened to his heartbeat.

You must have fallen asleep because you woke hours later in a hospital bed with an awful taste in your mouth. You lifted your hand, feeling the tug of the IV in your hand and you heard voices you recognized.

Weird words were thrown around and the dizziness in your head was fading as you listened.

You heard the word drugged and lucky and you searched searched for the source of the voices.

Baekhyun and your mom stood at the foot of the bed speaking with a doctor in a white coat and you moaned at the pain you felt in your head.

Their three faces turned and you were rushed upon by your mom who reached for your hand, squeezing tight as she looked closely at your face, asking a million questions in only one breath that made you blink wide at the woman as you willed her to speak quieter.

“If Baekhyun hadn’t been there–” She was crying now and from the look of her puffy eyes, this wasn’t the first time tonight. His hand was on her shoulder and she rose quickly to wrap her arms around his neck as she wept and muttered her sincere thanks. He hugged her tight, catching your eyes for a moment before he closed them. Swallowing away the pain you saw behind those eyes with his closed lids.

The fuss died down and you were made to eat something that you could only choke down half of. Your mom left making him promise to take care of you and soon you found yourself sitting up in the bed with his eyes watching you silently.

Baekhyun looked tired. His hair was flat and lifeless against his forehead and his right hand had bandages over the knuckles.

“Did you crash your car?” You broke your own silence and he licked his lips and swallowed before he blinked with a small nod of his head.

“Yeah, a little bit.” His eyes were still on you, a strange look in them. Neither admonishing or disappointed, he looked at you with what you could only describe as a silent reverie of thanksgiving.

He had been there.

You felt the emotions sneaking up on you as he looked at you. He leaned forward with his lips parted and let out a quiet exhale of breath before his hands lifted and he covered his face with both of them. His elbows rested on your bed, near your hand with the painful IV and you reached your fingers out to graze against his arm. Lightly touching, feeling the warmth of man you loved more than anything else in the whole world.

He let out a quiet, nearly inaudible gasp and his shoulders began to tremble. He was so silent as he wept.

He has been so strong and you felt the pain inside your chest as he gave in to it. The fear, the stress, the near tragedy of it, he withstood it like a pillar of strength.

Yet with you, at your hospital bed without another soul present, he could finally break down.

“I thought… I thought I wouldn’t make it in time.” Muffled by his hands over his face and by the quiet sobs, you made barely out his words.

“Don’t…don’t you scare me like this again, I can’t –” he pulled his hands down and wiped the tears from his face. His lips trembled and his nose was red and you wiped the tears from your own face.

“I can’t live without you. It’s not just that I don’t want to, I can’t.” He stood and leaned over you and you felt the wetness on his cheeks before you felt his lips on yours, pressing down hard, paying no attention to the tears and the wetness that dropped from your nose now, he kissed you firmly and with meaning.

When he pulled away you heard a bell chime. He was reaching for tissues and he held the box out for you when he pulled his phone out of his pocket. Absentmindedly wiping at his face with a tissue now.

His eyes took in the information on his phone.

And you saw the way they flew wide when he registered something and you felt a different kind of tension building inside your chest with his next words.

“The pictures are out.”

I Give Up -  part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5 , part 6 , part 7 , part 8 , part 9 , part 10 , part 11 , part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 19, part 20, part 21, part 22, part 23, part 24, part 25, part 26, part 27, part 28 FINAL,

I Give Up Deleted Scenes Masterlist

The Notebook  Kinks 1   Pink Heart Days 

Toshiro x kurosaki (bleach fan fiction non sexual)

TOSHIRO X KUROSAKI *One morning Toshiro Hitsugaya the kid captain of squad 10 was sitting down and eating watermelons with his sister Momo Hinamori* Toshiro: umm momo Momo: yes shiro? Toshiro: umm…I'm…well…I'm in love Momo: YES…I mean that's great…who's the lucky girl? Toshiro: nnnnnnn…well I'm in love with kurosaki…. Momo: knew it Toshiro:….ichigo…kurosaki Momo:…what…whaaaaat…..WHAT YOU LOVE BOYS? Toshiro: NO…yes…sometimes Momo: what do you mean sometimes? Toshiro: I'm…I'm…I'm bisexual Momo: grandma won't be happy to hear this Toshiro: *looks down and cries* Momo:…what's wrong shiro? Toshiro: she already knows and she said she doesn't want to see me again until I make up my mind Momo: WHAT? Toshiro: she said it was ok if I was gay and she'd be really happy if I was straight…but she thinks bisexual people are lazy and stupid Momo: then say you're gay Toshiro: *stands up in rage* IM NOT LYING TO MY GRANDMOTHER Momo: I thought you love Karin? Toshiro: I do but I love ichigo more…and his hair…so soft and Momo: ok ok ok I get it he's hot…to you Toshiro: WHAT? HE'S NOT HOT, HE'S SEXY Momo: plus I don't think he loves you back Toshiro: WELL IAZAN NEVER LOVED YOU BACK… Momo:…*starts to cry* why wold you bring him up…you jerk Toshiro: *realized what he said was uncalled for* momo I'm so sorry…I didn't mean it I was…I was just mad * hugs momo* Momo: * pushes Toshiro away* DON'T TOUCH ME *runs off* Toshiro: MOMO WAIT…I said I was sorry *falls to his knees*…*thinks to his self… im such a brat… taking it out on momo like that…why am I like this* *at ichigo's school* Orihime: hay ichigo…do you wanna come to my place for dinner tonight Ichigo: why what's the occasion Orihime: oh no reason I just wanted some company tonight…and I think captain Hitsugaya gets lonely that he's the only boy at my place Ichigo: sorry can't if Toshiro's there I can't go Orihime: what whyyyyyyyyyyyy Ichigo: because I have the feeling he hates me Orihime: ohh please come…he scares me a little *later that night* Rangiku: captain you look so cute Toshiro: I fill like a penguin…why do I have to wear a tuxedo Rangiku: it's a dinner party you need to look good Toshiro: tell that to orihime's cooking Rangiku: CAPTAIN Toshiro: sorry…ring the bell already *DING DONG* Orihime: YAAAAAAY YOU'S MADE IT…oh Hitsugaya you look so adorable Toshiro: don't call me that Ichigo: she's right you do look adorable Toshiro: *blushes a bright red* wha…wha…what's he doing here Ichigo: told you Orihime: pleas be nice boys…AHHHH THE FOOD *runs to the kitchen* Toshiro: *sits down at orihime's small table* Ichigo: *sits next to him* hay Toshiro…why don't you like me Toshiro: *thinks to himself…I knew it he does love me* *smiles* because…I love you *kisses ichigo* Ichigo: *pushes Toshiro away* that's not what I meant…Toshiro…im with…im with rukia (just because some people wanted them to be together) Toshiro: *looks at ichigo with wide watery eyes* I…I…I'm sorry I didn't know *fills his heart break and breaks out in tears* I…I should go *runs out crying* Ichigo: TOSHIRO…damn it Orihime: what happened…why did captain Hitsugaya leave Rangiku: he…he had somewhere else to be…sorry Ichigo:….did…did I hurt him Rangiku: yeah you did…don't talk to him for a while *some were* Toshiro: *still crying* RUKIA YOU BITCH…HE WAS SUPPOSE TO BE WITH ME *starts to snow and ice appears under Toshiro's feet*…im unlovable…im nothing…I have no friend's…I have no love…I have nothing *toshiro slowly walks to his grandmothers still crying dragging ice and snow behind him* Toshiro: gr…gr…grandma pleas talk to me Grandma: offcourse…gay or straight Toshiro:...im bi Grandma: out Toshiro: but…fine I'm gay Grandma: that's good…now what's wrong…your making it snow in doors and your face is getting covered in ice Toshiro: the boy I like…love…doesn't love me back Grandma: you don't know that Toshiro: he told me him self Grandma:…now someone's gonna die for making my baby cry Toshiro: no please don't…I just wanted you to know Grandma: fine…but hay if you like boys that hanataro boy looks signal Toshiro: WHAT…GRANDMA Grandma: im kidding…I don't like him Momo: grandma I've come to say…*sees toshiro*…never mind Toshiro: MOMO WAIT PLEASE Momo: what you wonna talk more about aizan Toshiro: no I wanted to apologies…it was wrong to snap at you like that…and you were right anyway Momo: I know I was…oh wait do you mean…oh im so sorry shiro and I forgive you…only if you let me stab ichigo Toshiro: no I still love him Grandma: ahhh so this ichigo boy is to blame Momo: fine I still forgive you Toshiro: *hugs momo* don't let me fall in love again Momo:…no I'll let you love…I will just make sure it's the right person Grandma: what did you want to tell me? Momo: umm…everyone in my squad have decided for me to be the new captain Toshiro: congrats momo…captain hinamori Momo: *blushes* don't call me that Grandma: let's throw a party and celebrate Toshiro: sorry I don't party Grandma: you leave and im showing everyone your baby pitches Toshiro: WHAT…NO THAT'S EMBARRASSING…you evil witch…I'll stay Grandma: yaaaaaaay *Orihime's place* Ichigo: god he opened his hart to me and I stomped on it…now he really hates me Rangiku: yeah you are a monster Orihime: Rangiku that's not nice to say…but you are right Ichigo: I should go and say sorry Rangiku: NO YOU'LL JUST MAKE THING WORSE *the next morning at the park Karin and toshiro are playing soccer* Karin: so wait back up….your gay Toshiro: GRRRRRR why do people always think that…im bi…I like both Karin: ok…and you liked…loved ichigo Toshiro: yes Karin:…did you ever love me Toshiro: *looks at Karin wondering if she was just asking or if she had fillings for him* umm for a little while I did but…I knew you didn't see me in that way Karin: good cos I didn't Toshiro: oh…that's good friend's for ever and all that Karin: um well I actually don't want to be friend's any more Toshiro: what…why…it's because I love your brother isn't it…you think I'll only hang out with you just so I can be close to him Karin: *punches toshiro in the arm* you idiot that's not what I meant I said I didn't love you…but now I do and I want to be with you…but if you want to be with me… you can't love ichigo Toshiro: you love…me *blushes* umm…ok ichigo is nothing to me Karin:…im waiting Toshiro: for what? Karin: my first kiss Toshiro: I already kissed ichigo Karin: I said mine…I don't care who you've kissed in the past…I'll be sure to be the last person you kiss *kisses toshiro* Toshiro: *thinks to himself…ok from now no Karin is the only one I can love…no cheating on her* Karin: god your lips…there so cold…but your worm Toshiro: that's my gigai…my body is also cold Karin: I bet your heart's not…get out of it Toshiro: what…why Karin: I don't want to kiss your fake body I want the real thing Toshiro:…not now were in public…they will think I've passed out or something Karin: then tomorrow after school come walk me home and leave your gigai at home Toshiro: but people can't see me wont it be awkward talking to your self Karin: everyone at my school knows I see spirits so no not awkward Toshiro: all right…see you tomorrow *smiles and walks off* Karin: ok now to see if dads ok with it *in the soul society* Momo: so…im now captain momo hinamori…im scared Grandma: don't be scared…toshiro will be with you Toshiro: ready momo Momo: umm well not really Toshiro: come on we can't be late Momo: fine Toshiro:…last one there is a bed wetter *runs off* Momo: WHAT…GRANDMA DID YOU HEAR… Grandma: you better hurry sweetie don't let him win Momo: TOSHIRO YOU JERK *flash steps away* *momo arrives at the meeting to see toshiro waiting with a big smile on his face* Toshiro: it's about time you showed up you bed wetter Momo: STOP CALLING ME THAT… if im a bed wetter that makes you the bed Toshiro: gross…come on there all waiting in side *later at 2:50 at Karin's school toshiro is outside behind a tree covered in hollow blood* Toshiro: im early…what do I do while I wait *sees Karin doing sports and decides to watch her until the bell but falls asleep* Karin: toshiro are you ok…please be ok Toshiro: hmmm oh sorry I must have dosed off Karin: your bleeding are you ok Toshiro: hahahaha it's not mine it belongs to a hollow Karin: oh ok glad you're not hurt…*holds out her hand* now you can walk me home Toshiro: *takes Karin's hand and pulls himself up* all right Karin: *pulls toshiro in close to her and leans on his shoulder* you are cold Toshiro: im covered in blood Karin: I don't care I think you in blood is hot and sexy Toshiro: *blushes* um ok *at kurosaki clinic* Karin: thank you for walking me home *kisses toshiro* Ichigo: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT Toshiro: ichigo…me and Karin are… Ichigo: I KNOW I CAN TELL…Karin why him… out of all the boys you pick him Karin: he's nice and cute Ichigo: cute…yeah nice hell no Toshiro: you don't even know how to be nice Ichigo: just shut up and go home Toshiro: good by Karin…fuck you ichigo *flash steps away* Ichigo: you can't be with him Karin: you're not in charge of who I love Ichigo: no im not but I know what he can do…he will hurt you Karin: YOU HURT HIM Issan: wow what's happening Ichigo: Karin is in love with a bad kid Karin: he's not bad and he's not a kid toshiro loves me and I love him Issan: toshiro…hitsugaya Karin: yeah Issan: oh he is a good boy and it's ok Ichigo: you know him Issan: he was like a son to me…then I had you ichigo so now he's just a cute little boy I know Ichigo: if dad knows him and says it's ok then fine…but if you come home hurt im gonna kill him Karin: he won't *in toshiro's room toshiro is hugging a life size ichigo plush toy* Toshiro: I need a Karin one now Momo: SHIRO I HAVE A BALL OF…what's wrong Toshiro: ichigo doesn't want me near Karin Momo: then why are you hugging him Toshiro:…im getting rid of it Momo: well come and join me and eat Theas watermelons with me Toshiro: no thank you Momo: *walks backwards in shock and horror and falls down* who the hell are you Toshiro: no momo not now im not in the mood Momo: get over it he can't stop you from seeing her because you loved him…and you and Karin are friends Toshiro: *smiles* no were not…were a copula now Momo: aww so cute…knew it Toshiro: now please leave me alone Momo: all right *walks out* Toshiro:…I need to see her *Karin is outside looking at the stars hoping toshiro will come and see her tomorrow until toshiro shows up wearing a sweater and holding blue and white flowers* Toshiro: Karin…do you wonna go on a date…now Karin: let me put on something worm and HOT then we can go out Toshiro: ok Karin: *runs in side while toshiro waits* DAD IM GOING OUT ILL BE BACK SOON DON'T WAIT UP Issan: ok Ichigo: just like that…ok that's it Issan: I trust toshiro Ichigo: that's Karin…wait is toshiro outside Issan: yeah Ichigo: TOSHIRO *runs outside* Toshiro: hello ichigo…im sorry for saying fuck you to you…but you did break my heart and you did say I was a bad idea for Karin Ichigo: I should apologise to…but I won't because I meant it Toshiro: I don't care *thinks to himself…GINGER FUCK… YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO SAY SORRY FIRST BUT I HAD TO BE THE BIGGER MAN AND START IT HOPPING YOU WOLD FOLLOW ALONG* Karin: im ready Toshiro: *gets a bloody nose* um you look….nice Karin: really I think I look like that girl from the hunger games hahahaha * grabs toshiro's hand and runs off* Toshiro: so now what Karin: I don't know this is my first date Toshiro: never thought I'd ever have one…no one ever liked me when I was young…every one as scared of me Karin: but your eyes are so big and shiny and you're cute Toshiro: you think so Karin: yes…and you have friends now…all the captains and momo Toshiro: momo is my sister and none of the captain's like me…well maybe jushiro dose Karin: well all you really need is one friend so there Toshiro: I love you so much *hands Karin the flowers* Karin: thank you *takes the flowers and kisses toshiro* you're really cold now what's wrong Toshiro: im just really happy I meat you Karin: you wonna make out Toshiro: what Karin: take me to your place and will kiss and snuggle Toshiro: aren't you too young for that Karin: im too young for sex…not love Toshiro: um ok then *thinks to self…thank god I got rid of that ichigo doll* *in toshiro's room* Toshiro: this is where I live Karin:…all alone… it's big in here Toshiro: well im use to it…like I said I never had a friend Karin *sits on toshiro's bed* well you wonna kiss now Toshiro: *blushes* yeah…yes please Karin: you don't need to say please *lies down on his bed* Toshiro: ok sorry *kisses Karin while she puts her hands down his back* your hands are worm Karin: and you're so cold…I love it Toshiro: im glad to know you're not scared of me Karin: you could never scare me toshiro Toshiro: I love you Karin: shut up I know you do…now kiss me you foul Toshiro: *starts kissing Karin again* Karin: *thinks to herself…he's so genteel…and soft…and cold…and sensitive haha I love him…but I don't think I should tell him that* *next morning momo walks in to see toshiro smiling and hugging Karin in their sleep momo smiles and then walks out of the room trying not to wake them* (Karin was the kurosaki the whole time I only started with ichigo to throw everyone off) THE END