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The Xiang Chronicles: Book Three Chapter 31
Title: The Xiang Chronicles: Book Three
Author: Jay Grayson
Word Count: 107k
Genres: Fantasy, adventure, drama, LGBT+
Available on: my website
Synopsis: Only one Xiang remains and her name is Merra. She hopes to unite the land by force and plow down anyone in her way—especially the people of Agni who she deems faithless and the native people of Terra who refuse to cooperate with her.
Raine continues to serve his Lord but he has taken to alcoholism to soothe his grief—a fact he keeps out of his letters with Heidi. Baiya has returned to mercenary work in order to keep his family safe while Kira is on the warpath. He, fully, takes on the title of Chaaya and means to defeat the Xiang he sees as false.
And, in a guarded castle in Enlil, a stir-crazy Princess dabbles in the dark arts, setting in motion something even Tiandi cannot see.
Full chapter 31 under the cut
Chapter XXXI:
The trip toward Agni was slow and agonizing but there had been no terrible complications either. For Kaz, it had felt like a weeklong trek across the plains but, really, it had only been two days.
Two days of leading the way. Two days of keeping an eye on everyone. Two days of splitting the responsibilities of finding food, cooking, and guarding between himself and his sister.
At least Pangu had started to talk more, listless as he was. But he spent all of this time trying to talk and get through to Raine who had been pretty much silent for over forty-eight hours.
Whatever Pangu was doing was not working.
Kaz sighed as he watched the two at the campsite, sitting side by side. He could see Pangu’s mouth moving but Raine kept just staring forward, into the fire.
They would get nowhere.
His eyes shifted over to Fujin who was lowly chatting with May. She had been a little more vocal as well today but she was still drawn into herself. Her head was tucked in toward her neck and she curled like a shrimp around Fujin’s body as if desperate for protection.
Kaz knew she was in the best hands as long as she was with Fujin. It was not as if there was something he could tell her that would be more profound than whatever his sister was currently saying.
So, he looked back at the Xiang and his first disciple.
Part of him wanted to just get Pangu away from Raine and talk to Pangu privately. He wanted to know where he was, emotionally, and offer comfort but he also knew Pangu would reject the notion of leaving Raine alone. Until he was better, no one would feel better.
Kaz grumbled under his breath and walked over to the campfire. “Pangu,” he said, clearly, “Could I speak with Raine for a minute?”
As he expected, Pangu gave him a puzzled look. He did not say it, verbally anyway, but his expression did all the talking. ‘What?’
He forced a smile, as best as he could. “Just a minute?”
Pangu stood, slowly, and gave the two a look before walking away. He joined Fujin and May but kept looking back as if he expected something wild to happen the second he turned his back.
Kaz sighed to himself and took Pangu’s place next to Raine. The man was huge—even sitting down, he was taller than most people. But, with how hunched and droopy he was at the moment, Kaz sat a little taller.
“Hey,” he opened with.
Naturally, there was no response.
He chewed on his lip, fighting for something to come to mind. But he did not know Raine. He did not know where to even begin.
“Look…” he tried again, “I know Sun-shi was tough but Pangu is relying on you to get him to Agni. We are all relying on you to show us the way. Whatever crisis you are having can at least wait until then, right?”
Raine’s head turned and, slowly, he looked over. His dark blue eyes caught the light of the fire and there was a sheen over them. Unshed tears.
“Crisis?” he repeated, quiet. “This is no crisis. My ignorance was a crisis. My naïveté.”
Kaz quirked an eyebrow. “Okay?” He was not sure what else to say but he pushed, “Like I said, you can beat yourself up over it once we are safe and in Agni…like you promised.”
Raine closed his eyes and shook his head. “I have no right to claim I can keep him safe. Maybe Baiya can but Pangu should drop me as a disciple the first moment he can.”
“I…do not think he would?”
“But he should,” Raine continued, “I have done wrong by him since the start. I doubted his decisions before, when choosing other disciples. I believed in Tiandi, more than I should have. And my blind faith cost him—not me. And while I believed him dead I worked for the people who were responsible for his death…THEN I have the fool’s hope that bringing him and Kira together again will fix everything—magically—and that we could all be happy like before.”
“What is wrong with wishful thinking?” Kaz frowned. “You did not know how Kira would react. You just hoped for the best.”
“Hoping for the best got Pangu killed.” His hands balled into fists. “Do you not understand? Optimism…my optimism is poison.”
“No worse than miasma.”
Raine tensed. “It is not Kira’s fault,” he responded, strangely, and his limbs shook. “Kira is not a bad person.”
“I…did not imply that?” Kaz scooted away.
“It is what he thinks of himself,” Raine grumbled and lifted his hands to his face, hiding away. His voice echoed against the curve of his palms as he spoke, “He sees himself as this villain. But, Pangu never saw that. I hoped…foolishly, that Pangu could convince him of his worth again. Since I could not. Since Kira sees no value in my words. Since he cares not…for me…”
There was far more folded into those statements than Kaz was expecting. He had barely pushed and Raine was just letting all of this out though it was hard to sift through. His mind was clearly all over the place but self pity was at the forefront and a lot of guilt.
“You and Kira did not get along before?” he decided to ask.
“At first, no.” Raine sighed and moved his hands so they were not directly in front of his mouth. Now, they were rested on either side of his face so, while Kaz could not see his expression, he could hear him more clearly. “But we got closer. Or I thought we did. I…he was my friend…”
“Your…friend.” Kaz repeated with hesitancy.
He did not know much about relationships—for most of his life it had been himself, his sister, and the princesses with few other people inserting themselves into the group. No one else ever lasted long and it was just them. He watched as his sister and May fell in love, of some kind, and he noticed the small changes in their behavior both in the group and just with one another. They were small, barely noticeable by most peoples’ accounts. But they were there. The small touches, brief glances, and the way they spoke about one another.
“May is, well, my…she is my friend. I…I like her,” was something Fujin had said in their youth.
Kaz had no personal experience until just recently and he knew his relationship with Pangu was difficult to compare to other people’s relationships. It was a strange occurrence and even he had been surprised by it. He had grown attached and fond of the man before he had a chance to stop it.
His feelings—they just were. Almost as if they had always been there but were merely uncovered in a flourish one day. He could not be sure it was the same for everyone but he did feel as if he could pick up on some hints as to whether those feelings existed in another. And, maybe, who they were directed at.
So he sat there, staring at Raine whose face he could not currently see but he could feel the energy whipping around him. When he spoke of Kira, there was a disturbance in his energy field and the slight ripple and crackle he felt were akin to what he noticed in his own energy.
“Raine,” Kaz cleared his throat, “are you in love with Kira?”
He hoped he had not pushed him too far when his hands dropped but he could see no clear indicator on his face. Then, Raine stood up and walked away, in the opposite direction of the camp and everyone else. He did not disappear over the hillside, thankfully, but he did walk quite a distance.
Everyone joined Kaz by the fire, expressions ranging from confusion to worry.
“What happened?” Pangu asked with a furrowed brow and frown. He was already prepared to chase after his disciple.
“We talked. It did not go well.” Kaz summed it up. “I think I touched a nerve.”
“I shoul—”
Pangu did not get to finish as Fujin reached out and grabbed his arm. “No,” she said, “I will talk to him.”
Kaz watched his sister walk past the camp fire and over toward Raine. He could not fathom what a talk between them, just the two of them, might sound like but he forced his attention back forward.
Pangu reluctantly sat down and May settled in beside him, resting her head against his shoulder. Which promptly reminded Kaz that, while he had been attempting to cover some ground with Raine, the others had probably been talking as well.
He did not have a chance to ask what about when May glanced up at Pangu and said, “I am sorry.”
“None of that was your fault,” Pangu responded, clearly carrying on from their earlier conversation.
Kaz took a gamble that they might fill him in and he asked, “What is going on?”
May closed her eyes and shook her head before taking a long, deep breath. “The reason I’ve been out of it. Fujin talked to Pangu but I feel a bit better. I can tell you.”
Pangu held her around the shoulders and looked down at her as best he could without disturbing her.
“In the city…” May started and then stopped to take another breath, “That fight…I…I got scared.”
“You have not been in a real fight before,” Kaz said, understanding.
She closed her eyes tight and her body tensed up, all at once. She then relaxed and fell, more, against the Xiang. “I…you are right.” Her throat bobbed as she gulped. “I just…I don’t know, assumed I would be good at it? I thought with these powers I could do anything.”
“Remember the bear?” Kaz raised an eyebrow.
The princess frowned. “That was different.”
“Still.”
She groaned. “ANYWAY. I thought I was going to die the other day. With all those people who could actually fight back, I was scared. And I froze and I probably made everything harder and more dangerous for everyone.”
“It is okay,” Pangu assured her and squeezed her shoulder. “You can always train more. Or, if there is another fight, we can have you stay behind.”
“No!” May jolted up, nearly knocking into Pangu’s jaw. “No, I don’t want to be left behind…”
“Well we would not just abandon you somewhere,” Kaz replied, ensuring his feelings on the matter were well understood.
She shook her head. “I cannot…I will not be a burden again. I…it is not fair.”
“You are not a soldier either,” Kaz pointed out. He scooted closer. “Fujin and I have trained for fights and, clearly, Pangu and Raine have been in their fair share already. You cannot expect to be an expert or on our level immediately.”
“But I can’t be crying and pissing myself every time either!”
“Well, no.” Kaz laughed a little. “There is a middle ground here.”
“He is right,” Pangu seconded and moved his hands to hold hers, keeping them between their laps but closer to her knees than his. “You did not slow us down in Sun-shi. If anything…it was me. I became so overwhelmed I could not think straight and my memories are still, slowly coming back. A few more flooded back when I saw Kira and then even more when we were escaping. It would be unfair to blame the sloppy escape on just you, May.”
“You and Raine at least had a reason to be out of it.” She frowned. “I was just…being a baby. And weak.”
“Our opponents were stronger than I would have liked,” Pangu countered, “If you all had not been there, I do not think it would have gone as well as it did. That is to say, I do not think I would have made it out unscathed—physically. So, I should be thanking you.”
“They were also unexpected opponents,” Kaz tacked on, “We did not know there would be a fight when we stopped that morning.”
May nodded, a little calmer now. “Sure but…still…”
“But nothing.” Pangu held her hands tighter. “I should be thanking you every day anyway.”
She lifted her head up. “Why is that?”
“You are my savior. You gave me life again. A gift I do not intend to take lightly…as difficult as it has been lately.” Pangu smiled at her. “You could do no wrong to me, May, you are the reason I am here.”
Kaz could not help but snicker as a thought made its way to his mind. He had to share, “You make it sound like she is your mother.”
Thankfully, it did not anger May but it made her laugh instead. “It does sound that way when you say I gave you life.”
Pangu grinned, looking happier than he had in days. “Should I start calling you mother then?”
“Ew, no.” May jerked her hands away but still giggled. “I do not want anyone to think I could possibly be old enough to be your mother.”
They all shared a laugh and only stopped when the two missing members of their party walked over. Fujin and Raine both wore somewhat somber faces but Raine’s expression was not quite as grim as it was when he left.
Kaz glanced up at them, worried.
But, Raine surveyed the group and let out a sigh. “Let’s go.” His words were short but there was determination in them. It was not much improvement but it was something.
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overtime
You let your boyfriend release stress from working overtime.
REQUEST. med! student au / doctor! au + forbidden relationship + praising kink + dacryphilia
CONTENT/WARNINGS. praising kink, dacryphilia, face fucking, huge age gap (Nanami is like 20 years older), mentions of gloomy atmospheres expected of medical centres, gagging, mentions of previous lovemaking sessions
NOTES. ah thank you for this request anon, i’m really in love with the whole med student / doctor au ingredient cuz well...it’s sorta self-indulgent. i hope you liked this as much as i did!
The familiar stingy aroma of disinfectant looms at every corner of the wall, pressing down beneath your scrubs and deep into your scrubs. You find it ironic that the walls are always so white, barely any colour to surround the entire building. Growing up, you believe that white represents tranquillity, silence, and serenity – which is the exact opposite of what university hospitals really are.
You’re no stranger to the pained moans echoing at the ends of the hall, the sight of children with sunken cheeks playing with a cannula almost too painful to look at.
The clock above the front desks reads that it’s a little past four in the morning, and you’re beyond weary. You’ve grown used to just being high off caffeine and being satisfied with quick ten minute naps before you’re summoned again. People always ask you, why choose this profession? You could make as much money without having to be this tired, to which you always respond with a frown, claiming that it’s never about the money and actual working professionals are a lot more exhausted than you are, yet not once have they complained.
They do have their days though, and it just so happens that it’s one of your superior’s days as he tugs at your wrist, dragging you inside the nearest empty room before soft lips dive down to capture yours.
You don’t have to open your eyes to know it’s him.
You’ve fooled around long enough with your superior to know it’s his scent washing over yours, that all too familiar tent growing in his pants pressing between your legs and bumping your core as a silent promise of what’s to come next. A stuttered, breathy moan immediately greets his ears when he pins your arms overhead, his lips falling into the sweet column of your neck.
It’s clear that this is wrong – both of you know this – but the pleasure and need to relieve stress in such an overwhelming environment clouds both your consciousness that neither parties pull away.
Your relationship with him started off with just curiosity.
Doctor Nanami is a well accomplished man, earning beyond money and titles in his twenty years of service in the field. He knows he looks good, knows he’s irresistible every time he comes in front of the class, looking equally dashing in either a nude suit or in white coats. Someone of his age and experience definitely is no fool to the way his bright eyed student’s gaze lingers over his lips as she stays behind in class to ask about something she doesn’t get far longer than should be necessary.
He’s an expert at the human body more than anything else – Nanami knows lust when he sees one.
And he’s always been such a kind, concerned doctor who only wants everyone to feel better that how could he say no to you, especially when you’re only so eager to suck him off under the table, getting off to the fact your pretty lips are wrapped around his thick and veiny cock?
What once starts off as a mutual agreement to use each other for pleasure while still keeping the faux professionalism to not lose face, something shifts during the stolen kisses during break times and heated touches as promises of I’ll see you later after overtimes. Private tutoring sessions turns into moments of reminiscing childhoods, hands splayed all over his chest while he tucks you in his arms, mumbling something about always have wanting to be his own version of a hero.
Things move faster than both of you realize, the titles dropped and replaced with sweethearts and good morning sir topped with a sweet, intimate smile that only he could ever know the meaning of.
It’s simple, longing, and definitely unprofessional, even more so when Nanami pushes you down on the floor, eager hands unbuckling his belt to spring his cock free. Your mouth salivates at the red pulsing tip already leaking with pre-cum, your tiny hands on its way to wrap itself around his base when Nanami takes matters into his own hands and slips his cock through your lips in one thrust.
Your back hits the wall and your eyes spring with tears, gurgled sounds of Nanami fucking down your throat lewd and dirty in the empty room. He sighs, chest panting and hands cradling your head. “You feel so good, sweetheart,” he praises, bucking his hips further inside. “Don’t know what I’d do without you here, always so ready to make me feel good.”
The moan you let out vibrates around his cock, fuelling his desire intensely.
Nanami has always been gentle with you; as a man who values time over anything else, he likes to savour each second he has with you, slow, rough hands running up and down the curve of your spine before he flicks his tongue deep within your pussy, wanting to make you cum countless times before he makes love to you. Had you both been home, he’d cradle your face and stare deep into your eyes as he fucks you, sweat tinged from the slight burrow of his brows as he commands, “Look at me. Look at me when I’m fucking you, angel.”
And you being you, you’ll remain submissive to the pleasure he’s more than glad to give you, leg wrapping around his waist all to feel the way he’s hitting deep inside your sopping cunt.
He’s impatient this time around, and you can’t blame him. You’ve barely seen each other from hours of working overtime, with you staying up late to study for finals and him barely leaving the operating rooms. You gladly let him use you like this just as he’s allowed you to cum multiple times before despite his clear order to hold back, but Nanami is a soft man at heart, unable to resist his precious lover when you’re trembling around him like that.
Nanami places a palm at the back of your head to prevent you getting fucked into the wall, his pace not slowing down a bit. He gazes at you under his lashes, cheeks hollowed and drool dribbling from the edges of your lips.
He finds you utterly filthy, a complete contrast to the well-put med-student who’s always admired and looked up to by their peers. Nanami groans as his tip hits the back of your throat, your nose pressing down on the neatly trimmed blond hairs brushed on his base. You gag around him, the tears crystallizing your cheeks. Filthy, yet still so pretty his little angel is, and for a moment, Nanami pauses, captivated by your beauty.
His cock is still pulsing inside your mouth, a thumb running across your tears to wipe them away. Nanami grabs your chin to tilt your head up, and he swears he could cum right then and there. You’re kneeling on the bleached floors, eyes wide with a tinge of innocence, tears collected in your lashes and cheeks sucked to take him in deep.
“Always so pretty for me, angel,” he coos, sliding his drenched cock out your mouth gruesomely slow, stopping only with the tip in. “Is my cock making you cry? You’ve taken me before, angel, this isn’t difficult for you now, is it?”
You hum around his cock as a response, and Nanami bucks into your mouth by accident, causing his length to slip past your walls until he’s right at your throat.
He’s big and long, his dick always having been a blessing to the both of you, but at this time, it feels more like a curse. Drips of cum paints the back of your mouth but you only grip your thigh harder, ignoring the painful throbbing of your cunt that’s so needy for him already. You remind yourself not to be selfish and focus on him instead, to your precious superior who needs you to help get his mind off things.
Eager to be of service as always, you swipe your tongue all over the ridges of his cock, making sure to press the wet muscle harder on the prominent veins. Nanami throws his head back to moan, his nails gently scraping your scalp with each thrust.
It’s hard to tell who’s setting the pace, but it becomes clear as you kneel there motionlessly, squeezing his ass instead while he relentlessly fucks your mouth. His groans are growing louder, breaths falling out of rhythm with each passing seconds. Your eyes are shut tight as you let him abuse your throat, hitting deep inside you with each precise thrust in addition to his balls slapping your chin.
Your face is sopping wet, both from drool, tears, and his cum. You stay there like a good girl, doing your best to breathe through your nose as he throbs inside you. Nanami’s words are garbled and incomprehensible, enticed to only snap his harder when he sees your tears streaming down your face and wetting your scrubs.
His length slips past inside your mouth into an impossibly deeper angle as he tugs your hair up, his knees bent just to continuously pummel against your tonsils as if it was his own winning goal. Your cries increase in volume at the way he’s losing himself in you, forgetting to watch the back of your head before he thrusts all the way, keeping you flat and frozen gagging on his cock, nose nudged against his hairs.
Nanami’s groan is accompanied by the twitching of his cock, and he cums, thick spurts of white shooting down your throat. You try to pull yourself away from him after that, thinking that he’s satisfied, but he only grips your hair harder as a warning.
Still struggling to breathe, you swallow around his thick saliva-drenched length, the mere motion of you gulping making your walls close down on him.
Nanami grunts at the oversensitivity and he pulls out, his dick growing boneless and soft.
He’s utterly spent, your drool and his cum dripping down to the floors in audible plaps. Nanami sighs as he takes sanitary wipes from the unused desk to wipe his dick clean, while you stay on the ground, palms flat beneath you as you pant for air.
You can tell you’ll have a sore throat by tomorrow because you utterly fucked, voice growing hoarse with each failed cough. Falling back onto the wall, you close your eyes, only to snap them open again when you feel something wet and warm rubbing your skin.
Nanami is in front of you, his touch gentle and eyes soft as he cleans your face, thumb absentmindedly cradling your bottom lip.
You don’t fight back the smile that matches his. Even after everything, Nanami is still your boyfriend, someone who isn’t just a good fuck to you anymore. This is only one of the reasons you’ve fallen so madly in love with him; his effortless ability to take care of others truly meritorious of him.
He dunks them into nearest bin and kisses you flat on the lips, his large hand cupping your cheeks. You sigh into the slow kiss, enjoying what little – and fleeting – time you have with him.
Nanami pulls away with a popping sound, a lovesick smile on his usually stoic expression. It makes you feel giddy and even a little shy, forgetting the fact he just fucked your skull seconds ago, but it’s rare that he lets his guard down anywhere that isn’t the comfort and safety of his home. You’re his home though, and he kisses you one last time, the gesture telling a thousand more words than he’s ever able to.
“Thank you,” he whispers, “I promise I’ll make it up to you when we’re both home.”
You don’t stop him once he finally leaves the room, his rushed footsteps to make it back to the operating room a signal for you to get back to work too. It’s already five am when you’ve made it back to your post, but instead of feeling tired, you’re a lot more energized compared to when you first got here.
Perhaps working overtime isn’t so bad after all, not when there’s always a promise you and Nanami are never leaving the bed for the free weekend.
You’ll just have to be patient.
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🔮 oops
-> everybody knows about the best friend code and all the rules it consists of. it was an easy code to follow...all until someone decided to walk into your life and smash it to pieces. who? kim taehyung.
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“I’m going out so if anyone needs me, oh well,” Taehyung called from the front door of the house. He was answered with sounds of understanding from random house members.
“Wait!” A call stopped him in his tracks and he heard the sounds of footsteps running down the stairs. Jumping a few steps to the landing, Jimin placed his hands on his knees in slight exhaustion. “Jesus, those stairs?” He huffed, catching his breath, “not easy to run down. Where are you going?”
“...out,” Taehyung answered suspiciously. If Taehyung were talking to anyone else, they’d definitely pry but after all, he was talking to Jimin.
“The party’s gonna start in a few hours so make sure you invite Liv and her friends, yeah?”
Taehyung puckered his lips, unsure if he should just accept Jimin’s request or deny it. What would get him to leave faster?
“Sure thing, I’ll be back in a bit.” Taehyung left the house before there was a chance he’d run into Jungkook, who’d be much harder to get past especially after he knew about his plan. Sure, Jimin knew about the plan, too, but luckily for Taehyung, he was slow and definitely wouldn’t expect him to pull through immediately.
The evening air was cold against Taehyung’s skin as he walked along the campus neighborhood. He noticed the wandering eyes of females gazing upon him, giving him cheeky winks or shy smiles, showing they were well aware of who he was. Not that he wasn’t someone to know. Everyone knew who he was. Taehyung could only force a barely visible smile on his face in response. It was completely against his character to ignore the looks of desire and longing he received nearly daily but tonight was just different.
Taehyung’s hands were balled up into fists as he made his way down the semi-busy block; college students were laughing together with held hands or linked arms walking in and out of restaurants. He had a feeling he wasn’t gonna be doing that with you and your friends anytime soon.
Stopping in front of the bar, he took a deep breath.
Why are you acting like this is such a hard thing to do? What are you, a pussy?
Taehyung, bothered by his own conscience, shook his shoulders a few times and tilted his head from side to side, cracking his neck in the process, before pulling open the door. He stood to the side, keeping the door open for a few girls struggling to walk straight. They gave slurs of thanks before stepping onto the sidewalk and continuing their night of fun.
Taehyung stepped inside, eyebrows raised at how busy the bar seemed. Looking down at his phone, he noticed the time. 8:12, the time read. If Taehyung could leave as soon as possible, he could make it to the party his frat was throwing. However, what shifted his attention was your texts just under the time.
you: what you’re about to do? what does that mean?🤨
you: taehyung?
Oh, Y/N, he thought to himself, a frown falling onto his face. If only you weren’t the reason for all this. If only we met under...no, he thought. He shouldn’t finish that thought.
Pursing his lips together, Taehyung chose to shut his phone off and slip it into his back pocket. Before he could even take a step toward the bar, a loud voice hollered, “Taehyung!”
Taehyung recognized your voice anywhere. It was still amusing to him that no matter where you were, you had no care for what others around you had to think of it. And if that included yelling out in public and waving your hands around like a manic woman, then so be it. Yet, how amusing it was to watch and smile at, Taehyung wasn’t smiling this time. After all, it’d probably be the last time you smiled at him at all.
Taehyung walked toward your table which was hiding in the corner, the only light illuminating your area was the small tea light on the center of your table.
“I managed to steal this chair from that table over there so be grateful because I think they wanted to throw their fries at me,” you grinned, motioning to the chair you pushed toward the standing man.
“Actually,” Taehyung pauses, “I’ll stand.”
“Huh? Oh, okay,” you mumbled, pouting. “It’s not like I had to threaten those girls or anything for this stool. Whatever, I guess!” You sighed over-dramatically, even rolling your eyes for extra emphasis.
Instead of throwing some banter back at you like he usually would, Taehyung turned to Liv. “Can we talk for a minute?” He doesn’t notice how your eyebrows furrowed in confusion and you were pouting.
Liv, who had an almost pathetic amount of hearts in her eyes, looked up at Taehyung with a smile. “Aren’t we talking now, silly?”
Taehyung mentally sighs. This was going to take a while. “Right, but I mean…” he trailed off flicking his eyes between you and Namjoon who couldn’t care less about the interaction, playing PokemonGo on his phone. “...somewhere private?”
“No!” Liv blurted immediately. “Can’t you just say it here...now? I have something to tell you, too.”
Taehyung recalled Liv’s excited text about telling him something. Since it was coming from Liv, he knew it’d probably be best getting what he had to say out first.
“It’s…”
Taehyung looked at you for a few seconds, wondering if he had come to a definite decision. Looking at you, he noticed your curious gaze on him, intrigued by what was so hard for him to say in front of all of you. Your eyebrows were raised and your mouth was slightly parted, waiting for him to continue. Taehyung could almost feel his heart sink at the sight of you, knowing what was about to come. But it had to be done. Nodding to himself, he took a deep breath...and flipped the mental switch in his head.
“Fine, I’ll just come out and say it then: I’m bored.”
Liv, who was expecting something else entirely, furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. She was mostly baffled by the way she laughed and waved her hand, “Well, we can do something else later but we haven’t eaten yet so you’ll have to wait-”
“No,” Taehyung rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. This was when he noticed your gaze become narrower. “I mean, I’m bored of us.”
“Excuse me?” Liv leaned forward as if she didn’t hear the man. Sure, Liv might’ve been slow and stupid, but Taehyung knew you weren’t. By that moment, your eyes were widened to the size of saucers and heat was crawling to your cheeks. If he kept going, he was sure he’d make your entire face red with fury.
“It was fun while it lasted...until it wasn’t. You’re just too clingy and sure, in the beginning it was tolerable since you kissed the floor I walked on but there’s no excitement anymore. You’re too easy. Too boring.”
To add an extra ounce of douchiness, Taehyung ruffled his own hair before sticking both his hands in his pockets and rocked back and forth on the heels of his feet. Taehyung does justice in not showing any emotion about the confession at all. Whereas Liv? ...Oh, poor baby.
She’s sniffling, trying her best to keep a strong face in front of Taehyung but he, and everyone else in that bar - it certainly didn’t help that as soon as the conversation started, everyone decided to be the nosy motherfuckers they are and listen in - knew it was a front. You, you’re surprisingly quiet. When Taehyung planned breaking up with Liv, he was sure you’d be up and ripping his ear off.
And the fact that you weren’t was making it a whole lot worse for Taehyung.
“Well, you’re an ass,” Liv huffed, making eye contact with him for the first time in minutes. “I saw all the red flags that would come with being with you…”
“Maybe y’shoulda listened to them,” Taehyung shrugged.
“Yeah, I guess, I should’ve,” Liv sighed, eyes still brimmed with tears. A moment had passed with Taehyung waiting for any reaction from you but you seemed to be still in shock from what had just happened.
“Well? What are you standing around here for?” Liv snapped him out of his gaze, “Get out of here.”
Taehyung nodded, looking as disinterested as probably ever and made his way out of the bar. He didn’t notice you grab your jacket and follow him.
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“Y/N, you don’t ha -”
You ignored Liv’s pleas, shaking her grip from your sleeve, and stomped after Taehyung. On the way out you heard hushed whispers coming from people at other tables.
“I mean...it’s Kim Taehyung. What did they expect?”
“So, all I’m hearing from this is...he’s single?”
“Fuckboys will be fuckboys, after all.”
Opening the door of the bar, you’re immediately hit with a cool breeze. Crossing your arms over your chest to maintain warmth, your head whipped from side to side, looking for the asshole. Through the dark night, the only light came from the few lined up lamp-posts. In the dim-light and through your squinted eyes, you noticed the familiar mop of dark black hair already down the block.
“Kim Taehyung,” you shout over the sound of cars driving along the street. Your voice was curt and cold and definitely not one to ignore. Taehyung paused in his tracks for a few seconds before turning back around with a grin. He has the audacity to be smiling right now?
You march up to him and try to come up with something to say but to be honest...you’re speechless.
“Cat got your tongue, buttercup?” He laughed, noticing how quickly you were blinking and how your mouth opened and closed like a fish. The nickname which was once one you enjoyed being called, now felt like a needle poking into your heart, testing your pain tolerance.
“Why the fuck would you do that?” You could only ask, throwing your hands up, utterly mortified at what he had done.
“Did you not hear what I had to say?” Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows, the smile on his lips never faltering, and jabbed his thumb in the direction of the bar you two had exited. “To be fair, I didn’t want you all to hear that. If it weren’t for Liv just pushing me to say-”
“Oh, shut up,” You cut him off, finally feeling the words fall back into your mouth. “You know Liv’s personality better than just taking her no for an answer. If you really wanted it to be a private matter, you would’ve pulled her aside. This was the most humiliating thing you could’ve done to her.”
“Well, I’m sure she’ll get over it. Like she said, she knew of the red flags so she shouldn’t have gotten too attached,” Taehyung pouts indifferently.
You stare at the man you could’ve called your best friend but you couldn’t see anything familiar about him at all. “Who are you?” Your jaw is dropped and your eyebrows are furrowed.
“What do you mean, who am I? I-”
“Where the hell is the Taehyung I was playing Animal Crossing with? Or the friend who brought me dinner without having to ask for it? Or-”
“Y/N,” Taehyung cut you off, swallowing thickly. “He doesn’t exist.”
“Wh- of course he does! Did something happen within the last twenty-four hours?”
“What happened was I grew tired from stringing your friend along. I’ve decided I should probably go get a new play thing-”
A loud cold smack was heard throughout the block. Some people who were minding their own business, stopped to see where the sound came from and after seeing your angry expression, turned their hands back away.
Taehyung stood stunned for a split second, surprised you slapped him. He begins putting his hand up as if to cup his cheek but quickly drops it as if realizing that’d show a sign of weakness. You let out a breath you weren’t aware you were holding.
“I…” you trailed off, chest heaving up and down as you fought to catch your breath. “I really trusted you.”
“It’s not your fault Liv’s heart is broken, buttercup, so don’t feel so down about it-”
“That’s not it,” you frowned, looking up to face him eye-to-eye, “I trusted you with my friendship. I don’t normally do that...and you knew that. Yet, you still…I just thought...didn’t our friendship mean anything to you?”
Taehyung opened his mouth to answer before closing it again. A hidden emotion spread on his face that you couldn’t put your finger on. He looked almost...distraught? Your eyebrows soften ever so slightly and you notice him begin to turn to leave. Before he could, you grab his wrist and whip him back around. “Answer me. I know you, Taehyung. And even if you didn’t like Liv in that way, even if, you wouldn’t have broken up with her that way because deep down you’re a guy that cares.”
“No, Y/N...you don’t know me at all.” Taehyung shook his arm from your grip and turned around to leave. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a party to attend to.” He’s already facing away from you, arm raised and fingers wiggling in a goodbye manner. And just like that, he’s gone. You’re left outside alone, unable to hear any sounds around you nor able to see anything but his shrinking figure as he walked away, with your body numb from the unexplainable feeling in your heart.
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baby fever | g.w.
part one // baby fever
synopsis: It came out of nowhere for both you and George. Maybe, just maybe, it might be something to consider
pairing: George Weasley x reader
warnings: none
a/n: Hi so this popped into my head and I had to get it out there cause it’s cute and sure maybe its a little self indulgent cause my cousin just had a baby and she’s adorable and here I am lol. This part is a little shorter but the next one is...well let’s just say it’s definitely longer. Also there may or may not be nine planned parts to this hc/fic hybrid series so...
tagging note: I know this isn’t everyone’s cup of tea and just to be safe I was thinking of making a separate tag list for this so hmu if you want to be added!
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It wasn’t fair really. You never stood a chance.
Teddy, your godson, had just turned a year old and it seemed like he was growing more and more every day. He had such a bubbly personality and despite the fact that he reminded you so much of his parents, ones who had felt so much like your own, he never failed to bring a smile to your face
Two afternoons a week you’d go straight from work to Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes where George was more often than not carrying Teddy, who would always be wearing a tiny little suit that perfectly complimented his, in a baby carrier strapped across his chest. Whenever you mentioned the fact that Teddy was close to walking by himself now he only smiled and gave you a shrug, “He walks too slow.”
You knew, though. Knew that he enjoyed the days you two had Teddy more than anything. The fact that he was growing right before your eyes made him want to hold on as much as possible.
That day was different. It felt different from the moment you woke up early in the morning to find George with Teddy (who Harry had just dropped off) hoisted up on his shoulders, talking to him as if he could understand him while making breakfast.
“Alright Ted, here’s our to do list. We have a new shipment coming in today with the materials we need for the skiving snackboxes. Just in time too, everyone’s gonna start shopping for school soon. We need to get on it if we want to have these done by July. - What was that? - No you cannot try these candies. Not yet anyway.”
The sight has you beaming at them and stirs something inside you that you can’t quite pinpoint. You don’t even say anything until Teddy sees you and babbles while reaching for you. Then George is the one who smiles as you take Teddy from him, his hair turning bubblegum pink as you toss him in the air once before hugging him tightly
You think about that scene in the kitchen all day long. Every now and then you find yourself grinning and it’s only intensified when you’re sent to help out in the Infant and Children Wing of St. Mungo’s. The kids make you smile and you can’t help the lingering thought that you can’t wait to have one of your own.
It surprises you. You’d thought about it, even talked about it with George before you got married but until then it’d sort of been put on the back burner. Still, the thought stays very much present in your head all day long.
Then you’re sent to the Ministry to drop off some paperwork and that’s when you run into Bill. He looks quite flustered as he holds little three month old Victoire in his arms with a backpack thrown over his shoulder. When he sees you he shouts your name across the Atrium, catching the attention of several people. “I went to find you at work and they said you’d be here. You wouldn’t be able to do me a huge favor would you?”
For a moment you pay no attention to his words, simply cooing at Victoire who’s wide awake and giving you a toothless smile. “That depends, what is it?” You finally answer, happily taking Victoire from and smiling when she giggles as you gently rock her back and forth.
“That actually,” Bill says as he drops the bag to the floor and sighs heavily. “There’s this ministry gala today that I totally forgot about that Fleur and I have to go to. I’d take Vic to mums but her and dad also have to go and you know how picky she is about everyone else. Adores you and George, though. You wouldn’t mind taking her would you?”
Your answer is immediate “Not at all. Me and George have Teddy today too. I’m sure they’ll love seeing each other again.”
Bill looks relieved and he hands you the bag, “Perfect! We’ll be at yours later tonight then.” He says a quick goodbye to Victoire and hugs you before starting to walk away, shouting another quick thanks behind him as he disappears down the Atrium once more.
When you step out of the floo and into your apartment you almost immediately feel a small pair of arms wrapping around your legs
“Why hello there, love,” You smile and kneel down on the floor, pressing a kiss to Teddy’s forehead. He peers into the bundle of blankets holding Victoire and his hair turns a variety of colors before settling on pink once again. “Look who came to visit.”
You don’t fail to notice how easily everything comes to you. It’s completely naturally that you and George move around your house together over the next few hours, chasing after Teddy, entertaining Victoire, making dinner together as the kids sit nearby.
You quickly fall in love with both the sight and the feeling
You’re not too sure what time it is when Teddy finally falls asleep on the couch and you carry him to the room. Once he’s settled you head back to the living room to find George rocking Victoire to sleep while Bill digs through your kitchen and Fleur makes herself comfortable on one of the couches.
When she sees you she motions you over and you take a set next to her. Her head falls onto your shoulder and you laugh a little. “Long day, huh?” “The longest.” She lazily motions over to where Vic is almost fast asleep and she shakes her head. “She never falls asleep that easily. George is a natural,” Fleur then turns to look at you and gives a sly smirk. “I hear you both are.”
You smile and look down at your lap, suddenly finding your wedding ring very fascinating. “I guess so.” You honestly have no idea how she does it but Fleur knows exactly what you’re thinking. “You’re debating it, aren’t you?” She sits up and turns to face you, leaning close in an attempt to keep your conversation private from your respective husbands. “Having a baby.”
You shrug and try to wave her off. “Probably just baby fever or something.”
“It’s okay, you know,” Fleur sets her hand on your arm and you see the genuine, caring smile on her face. It comforts you, makes you really believe that maybe you are ready for a baby. “If being a mom is what you want then I know you of all people would be an amazing one.”
“You think so?” You find yourself asking as your eyes wander back to George who smiles at you when he finds you looking. Fleur nods as soon as the words leave your mouth. “I know so.”
It’s then that you decide that maybe it is time to have a very important conversation with George. You only hope it goes as well as you find yourself wanting it to.
>>> part two: the Talk
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Your writing is amazing ! I'm a sucker for fluff personally,, so if I have to suggest something,, it'd be cuddles. Just cuddling after a long,, busy day. Maybe in Winter,, a specially cold day,, those are the best days for cuddling,, and more so if it's with such a hot (pfft) monster like Grillby ! Just giving ideas,, I'll be happily reading anything you update here next. Have a nice day. :)
Cold Nights
Pairing: Grillby/Reader
Rating: Everyone
Notes: I’m a sucker for that too! I very much enjoy this suggestion, thank you! Send more any time u like :^> This is set on the surface! Most of the pieces I write will be set this way unless stated otherwise.
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You can’t believe how late it is when you finally begin walking home. Pulling your phone out and pressing the home button tells you it’s only a few minutes away from midnight. Your feet ache, and you want nothing more than to just crawl into bed.
Luckily for you, it isn’t a long walk to Grillby’s from where you are, maybe a little over 5 minutes, but you really hadn’t anticipated it being this cold and blustery out. Then again, you didn’t anticipate your boss holding you back as late as she did either, so you use that as your excuse for being jacket-less. In reality, it probably wouldn’t have been much warmer out even if you did leave on time, but you’re just going to ignore that. You unceremoniously shove your phone back into your pocket and quicken your pace, holding your hands together in an attempt to conserve some of your already waning warmth.
In hopes of distraction, you let your mind begin to wander. Initially your prerogative is “think warm thoughts”, but of course that only leads you to thinking of Grillby. It’s inevitable. He’s the warmest thing you can think of.
You think back to when he first opened up his bar on the surface, and how he would stay open all night, every night. The new influx of customers quickly overwhelmed him, and so he changed his hours to accommodate a new goal of his, one he’d adopted upon reaching the surface. He called it the, “not work myself to death” rule. You, nothing more than a new friend at the time, had laughed at that. It was one of the first jokes he’d made around you. You laugh again now, thinking about how horrible a job he’s done in sticking to his goal. Maybe it’s just unrealistic for him, you muse.
No, that isn’t fair. He drastically changed his hours when he first got here. Underground, he’d been open every day from noon to 3AM. How he’d managed a 15 hour work day every single day all by himself was absolutely beyond you, but he told you that down there, he really didn’t have much else to do.
In a more private setting, after the two of you had grown closer, he confessed that when he lived underground, he felt a sense of obligation to be open as often as possible, to act as a sort of home base for those monsters who were struggling, or just needed someone to help stave off their loneliness.
Here on the surface, things are better! But they’re a lot different too, a lot busier. And so, with some kind pushing from his friends, he had ultimately decided not only to tighten his hours, but to hire some help as well.
You consider that to be the start of a deeper relationship blossoming between the two of you. You had offered to wash dishes and help with cleanup, and he gratefully accepted. You started talking more, spending more time together, and... The rest is history, you suppose.
Now, he takes Sundays off, and closes at 10PM on Mondays. His daily hours are still pretty packed, but he has more servers and kitchen staff to help out with them.
Suddenly, you blink in surprise at yourself as that reminds you of something.
Today’s Monday! That means he should have closed a while ago!
You sent him a text earlier when you found out you would be late home and told him not to worry, but you totally forgot that it was possible for you to end up working later than him. That is a rare occurrence.
Well then!
You become excited at your findings, but quickly realize they mean that he may be sleeping. Rats... You need to be quiet coming in, then.
A chatter sounds in your skull just as the bar comes into view. It isn’t quite snowing out, but the biting, billowing wind is strong enough to drain most of the heat from you. Your fingers feel numb as they blindly wiggle around in your pocket, looking for your keys even though you’re still a little ways away from the front door. By the time you reach it, you’re putting in a pretty significant amount of effort to minimize your shivering and get it unlocked. It’s situations like these that make you thankful to only have a few separate keys to keep track of on your key ring.
The door itself is pretty new, but still creaks lightly as you push it open. Then, you almost lose your grip on the knob when a particularly strong gust of wind shoves you in through the front door. You stumble forward.
Startled as you are, it doesn’t take you long to recover, close the door firmly behind you, and lock it with a huff. You’re just glad no one is around to have seen your little blunder. Hand still on the door, you sigh out your relief. Grillby would definitely be alerted by the door swinging open and slamming into the wall. He’d be alerted if you face-planted into the hardwood flooring, too.
After taking a moment to smooth yourself out and appreciate the internal temperature of the bar, you glance around the dark room. As you expected, tables and chairs are neat, lights are off, and not a speck of dust can be seen. Sometimes you wonder if Grillby gets off on extreme cleaning. You snicker quietly to yourself.
The rise in temperature is great compared to the freezing nightmare you’d endured outside, but it isn’t anywhere near enough to stop your shivering. So you beeline for the staircase that leads to Grillby’s apartment- or more accurately, your ticket to comfort. It’s a little hard to see, and you nearly trip once on the way up, but the reward you’re met with upon entering is well worth it.
Instantly, you’re flushed with a wave of warmth.
Grillby sits on the couch in the living room that faces the door, knuckle pressed to the side of his mouth and book in hand. Your entrance alerts him, and his head turns up so his eyes can meet yours. They look tired. Yours do too.
He can see you shivering still, and it makes him frown. However, the beginning of a small smile finds its way onto his face when he lifts a hand and waves you over. Both of you know what comes next. You step toward him eagerly.
Without a word spoken between the two of you, he places the thick, old looking novel down on the table in front of him, and opens himself up to you. Rather than sitting next to him like he had expected, you opt for plopping down directly in his lap, arms around his shoulders and legs on either side of him. He lets out a surprised grunt, but it quickly dissolves into a chuckle as his arms find their way around your midsection. You relish in the warmth they offer.
“You’re cold.” He starts.
“You’re warm.” You reply, though it’s muffled by the fabric of his thin shirt. He hears you despite this, and a fiery brow quirks up.
“Aren’t I always?” Grillby asks. You can hear the teasing smile in his voice, but nod against him regardless. Thanks to him, you can feel your shivers mostly subside.
“Yea, but I especially appreciate it when it’s freezing out.” Comes your voice once more. Sighing, you feel his arm begin to rub slowly up and down your back, a soothing, sweeping motion that transfers his heat to you even faster. Suddenly comfortable, you’re reminded of how totally exhausted you are.
“I always tell you to bring a coat.” He tries for a chastising tone, but can’t help that it comes out as soft as it does. His voice is just a mumble now, reaching your ears easily despite its low volume. This is in part because he’s taken the liberty of placing his cheek against your head.
“Heh..Yeah...” You concede, burrowing your face further into him. It’s a long moment before you speak again. “I didn’t think you’d be up. Aren’t you tired?” At this question you look up at him as much as your current position will allow, cheek still smooshed into his shoulder.
His response is low, and doesn’t come immediately, which kind of gives you an answer in itself: Yes.
“Mm... I am..” He confirms your suspicion. A little more quietly, he continues. “But you were still out, and...” The elemental’s head lazily tilts, and the flames constantly spiraling off of it follow the movement. You catch him glance out the window. As if wanting to help illustrate his point, another forceful gust of wind rattles it just slightly.
A little guilt twists your stomach. He always worries, and you should have known he would be waiting. You should’ve fought harder to leave on time. You expect he’s going to finish the thought, but you already know where he’s headed, so you preempt him.
“You didn’t need to wait up for me...” You say softly.
The response you get is hushed, but still quite matter-of-fact.
“I did. I wanted to. ...I like going to bed with you.” His tone is so simple, so casual, so... sweet. He’s just speaking honestly, yet it affects you so much. The guilt you feel morphs into adoration, and the feeling makes you grin. You’re sure he can feel it against him, but duck your head back down anyway.
“OK.” Your voice is muffled once more. But the smile in it is audible. A short, breathy hum escapes him, the sound like a sleepy little laugh.
The two of you stay like that for a few minutes, wrapped up in each other. The calm rise and fall of his chest slows further, and the surrounding blanket of his warmth cradles you softly.
You don’t want to, but you eventually have to turn your face to the side. As comfy as he is, it’s a little hard to breathe that way. This movement seems to take him a bit off guard, and rouses him from a drowsiness he’d almost let get the better of him. You feel and hear the deep breath he sucks in as he shifts, bringing himself back off the brink of sleep. He props himself back up against the couch, holding you still as he does. You let out a large yawn, and gently pat his back.
“OK...Time for bed?” You ask quietly. In his sleep-addled state, he can only nod. Without another word, arms around your middle become hands on your waist, and he lifts you off of him and gently places you on the cushion next to him. Slowly he stands, stretching. His flames crackle and pop with the action, and once he’s satisfied he lets out the breath he’d been holding and turns to you with a bright orange hand extended.
For a moment, you consider asking him to carry you. You’re exhausted! But another look at his slightly lopsided posture and barely open eyes reminds you he’s right there with you. So you make do with just grabbing his hand and using it to help pull yourself up. Once you’re on your feet, you two begin a slow stroll to your shared bedroom, and step inside.
The blinds are drawn, so the only light permeating the darkness you stumble around in to change is Grillby himself. You end up in just your underwear and a big T shirt. Following your lead, he removes his own top and bottoms, leaving himself only in his briefs.
It’s only about 45 seconds after you enter the room that both of you are crashing into bed. You simply let yourself fall face first. He as usual is a little more graceful about things, gently lifting the covers for himself, and helping you work your way under them too. Your tired body sings in relief as you sink into the mattress, your back to the flaming monster beside you.
Unsatisfied with this, you fight the sleep off for a little longer to wiggle a bit. A questioning hum leaves him, and by the sound of it, he’s working pretty hard to stay awake too. You turn under the covers, trying not to muss them too much and he seems to get the idea. Warm hands land on your sides again as he helps you turn toward him, eager to pull you closer.
It’s a little brighter when you face him, but that’s never bothered you. Especially not when you’re this worn out. He sighs happily at this change, and his arms circle tightly around you, a hand finding the back of your head and threading itself through your hair.
His digits comb against your scalp ever so gently, drawing a pleased hum from your closed lips. Not many people know (because how could they? He certainly isn’t going around talking about it), but Grillby is quite a physical being. He had some old hang ups that made it hard for him to embrace that about himself at first, and is polite and accommodating to a fault sometimes, but once you’d made him comfortable enough he gave in to his desire to hold you more often, and hold you closely.
Once again, you thank the fucking stars for that. Especially on nights like these. Gone is any trace of the icy chill that consumed you earlier.
Without missing a beat, you place your own hands on his broad back, now giving him the same treatment you had received earlier. He’s larger than you, as most monsters tend to be, but it doesn’t hinder your efforts to gently rub your arm up and down along his spine, fingers only deftly making contact. The hand not doing this splays out across his shoulder blade, then creeps up to rest on the point where his shoulder meets his neck. It wouldn’t be long now for either of you. Your eyelids close, but he looks down at your calm form for a little longer.
A murmured utterance of your name grips the last inklings of your attention. Your eyes slowly drag themselves open again, and a drowsy, “Hmn..?” escapes you. His voice is almost a whisper when he speaks, leaning down so his mouth is closer to your head.
“I love you...” Grillby breathes out. You smile, and lightly kiss whatever of his skin is closest to your lips. That turns out to be a spot on his chest, right under his collar. There’s a small smooching sound as you pull back.
“...Love you too.” You exhale against him. With the last of his effort, he throws a leg over yours, crooking it to bring you closer still, and fully embrace you.
Those are the last words spoken that night. All that follows is the dull crackling of flames and the soft sound of breathing as you both allow your bodies the rest they’ve been aching for.
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Won’t You Stay (Part 12)
Summary: With the reader now acting and directing, things are about to get a bit more hectic. Until things go horribly wrong that is...
Masterlist
Pairing: Jensen x Director!reader
Word Count: 2,800ish
Warnings: language, angst, implied past domestic abuse, arguing
A/N: Please enjoy!
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“Put your left foot back,” said your stunt coordinator the next morning, Jensen sipping on a coffee as he watched you rehearse on some mats. “Now get your butt in here Ackles. It’s your stunt too.”
“But coffee,” he whined, chugging it down quickly before he set the empty cup down. He jogged over and took a place by you, giving you a smile. “She has no idea what she’s gonna do, does she.”
“Y/N, we’re gonna have you flip, Jensen,” said Adam. You stared at him and then at Jensen, looking him up and down.
“I can’t flip him! Have you seen the size of him?” you said.
“Shouldn’t have written Molly getting pissed and going hulk then,” said Jensen. “It’s not a big stunt. You don’t even have a real fight scene. One little flip is all.”
“Jensen, come at her like we practiced. Slowly,” said Adam. Jensen walked in front of you and made the first move Adam had showed you. You grabbed his hand and Jensen spun you around. “Pause. Y/N. Now that your side is to him, you’re gonna use your hip to flip him.”
“Uh...” you said, Adam stepping in and taking your place.
“You’re gonna plant your feet, Jensen’s going to lean forward and then...” he said, pushing out his hip, tugging gently on Jensen’s arm and then using his hip to get Jensen up and over. He slammed back down on the mat and gave a thumbs up. “Y/N, you’re up.”
Jensen hopped up to his feet and got back in position. You started the move again, pausing when you got to lifting him up.
“You got power in those hips. Go on, use it,” said Adam.
“You won’t hurt me, Y/L/N,” said Jensen. You grabbed his hand and put out your hip, Jensen leaning forward and you felt yourself pick him up, leaning forward so you could flip him on the ground.
“Good, very good. Let’s try again a little faster,” said Adam. You reset and tried it again, Adam smiling more this time as it looked more natural. It certainly felt it. “Good. Perfect. Practice a few more times but I think you guys got this. I’m gonna grab another coffee and Jensen we’ll work your fight scene for tomorrow more when I get back.”
“He gets to enjoy his coffee,” said Jensen, rolling over on the ground.
“Can we try a few more times, grumpy?” you asked. “I’ll let you in on the secret coffee club.”
“There’s a secret coffee club?” he said, shooting up with a smile.
“Yup. Very elite. If you help me learn this stunt, I can pull a few strings and get you in,” you teased. He smirked and stepped in front of you.
“Oh, I think I’m getting in no matter what,” he said.
“Is that a fact?”
“I can be very persuasive when I want to be,” he said.
“Oh really,” you said. He hummed and wrapped his arms around you. “Not very effective.”
“It will be,” he said, dipping his head down to your neck and kissing under your jaw.
“Cheater,” you growled, giggling when it started to tickle.
“Morning kids,” said your dad, Jensen practically jumping away from you. “I’m not interrupting am I?”
“Practicing a stunt,” you said, Jensen nodding quickly. Your dad looked him up and down.
“That what they’re calling it nowadays,” he smirked. “Don’t mind me. Carry on.”
“Just uh, really go for it this time,” said Jensen. You nodded as you started the move again, your dad humming as you flipped Jensen over.
“Jensen, get a bit closer to her. She won’t need to put out her hip so far and it won’t look as rough,” said your dad. He shrugged as he got back up, your dad rolling his eyes when Jensen got into a new position. “No, get up behind her, like touching.”
“Like this?” asked Jensen, his thigh brushing the back of your leg.
“Yeah. Try it that way. You’ll both save your backs a bit,” he said. You tried flipping Jensen again and it felt like one smooth motion that time, your dad giving a thumbs up. “Much better.”
You practiced a few more times before Adam returned and you swapped out with your dad, he and Jensen going over a fight scene.
“Jensen, come find me when you’re done here,” you said.
“Will do, pretty girl.”
“Reporting for duty,” said Jensen, knocking on the door of your office up in the production suite an hour later. You smiled and finished typing an email, sending it off. “I was hoping I could get in on this coffee deal before we start filming soon.”
“You going to try giving me a hickey again?” you said as you stood up and grabbed your bag.
“Only if you want,” he said, flashing a wink your way. You laughed and headed out to the hall with him. “I take my coffee very seriously so I hear about a secret coffee club, I’m in.”
“You know how my dad and some people stop over to the workshop in the morning where they build sets? Check out office B sometime,” you said.
“Why not now?” he said.
“Because I have to go to a staff meeting,” you said. “Unfortunately.”
“You could always skip,” he said.
“I don’t think I can. But head over and grab some before we get going. We’ll start in twenty minutes,” you said. “Okay? I’ll be over soon.”
“There she is,” said your dad when you finally made it to set half an hour later. “You forget where work was?”
“Can everyone gather around?” you called. You walked over to the center of set, waiting a beat for the crew to get together. You shut your eyes and let out a slow breath of air, reluctantly opening them. “Alright guys. I just had a meeting with the studio execs. Apparently a complaint was made yesterday about the slowness of filming scenes I was involved in. I would have preferred whoever it was came to me or their supervisor directly but it’s too late for that now. The studio decided that I can either continue as the director on this project or I can be an actor. I apparently lack the experience necessary to manage a project of this scale while doing both.”
You took another deep breath and sighed.
“I…” you said, finding your dad’s face in the crowd. “I have decided-“
“It was me,” he said. You stared at him, your face falling. “Can we discuss this in private?”
He stepped forward and grabbed your hand, pulling you outside.
“Kiddo-“
“No,” you said, shrugging him off. “I...I just told them I would stop production so they can find a new actress. Either way this thing is dead. They’ll never pick it back up now so thanks for that.”
“Y/N-“
“Fuck you,” you said as you stormed away. You felt his hand on your arm and you turned around. “Stay away from me. Forever.”
“Y/N,” he said.
“You know, this book, this movie, has been the one fucking happy thing in my life the past year and you had to go and rip it away from me because I ran us late one fucking day,” you said. “You gave me six fucking hours to figure out how to manage everything before you went and pulled the carpet out from under me. Six hours. I was delegating today, I was figuring it out but apparently it was too fucking late for you.”
“Kiddo-“
“No. Just stop. Big fucking movie star, always gets his way. Well work is cancelled. Go the fuck home. You don’t have to worry about being late now,” you said. You could feel the tears running down your face and knew you couldn’t go back inside and talk to everyone like that.
“You can’t do both. I could see how overwhelmed-“
“I am not a child!” you shouted back. “You do not make those decisions for me! Who the fuck are you to say I can’t do something? Fuck you. You’re a fucking shitty dad. I would have been better off with the bitchy dead mom.”
He stared at you as you wiped off your face with your shirt. You walked back onto set, ignoring the looks you were getting.
“As I was saying, I decided to keep my directorial role. Production is going on hiatus while the project searches for a new female lead,” you said, voice cracking. “It’s unclear how long that will be but the estimate given to me was for months. Information will be sent out by email later today. I apologize for the delay and look forward to working with everyone again soon.”
You practically ran out of there, making your way towards your production office when a hand caught your wrist and started to drag you along after them. You looked up, Jensen pulling your hat down over your face as you started to cry harder.
“Almost there,” he said, a trailer door opening. He locked it after himself and he set you down on his couch, kneeling down in front of you. “Hey. Hey. When they find a new lead-“
“It’s dead. After today, it’s never gonna happen. I know it’s just a stupid movie and it doesn’t matter-“
“It’s not a stupid movie. It’s yours. It’s not stupid,” said Jensen, wiping off your face and brushing his thumbs under your wet eyes. “I’m sorry. I thought you did great yesterday.”
“I can’t believe it was my dad who complained. He’s not supposed to hurt me,” you said, squeezing your eyes shut. “Why does everyone hurt me, Jens? What’s wrong with me? I’m so pathetic. We need to stop this before you find whatever it is that’s wrong too.”
“Hey,” he said, resting his forehead against yours. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m falling for you and I’m not leaving. There’s nothing wrong with you. I don’t know why your dad did that but I don’t think he wanted to hurt you.”
“Too fucking late,” you said. “I was so mad and...I just said something horrible to him.”
“It doesn’t matter,” said Jensen. “You’ll get past it, both of you will.”
“I can’t,” you said. “If it was anyone else...I was so proud of this stupid thing.”
“Honey,” said Jensen quietly. You shook and he sat up on the couch, pulling you to sit on his lap. “You’ll be okay. It’ll come back.”
“I’m sorry. Now you don’t have a job or a paycheck-”
“Y/N, stop freaking out. Don’t worry about the rest of us,” he said. You sighed into his chest and he ran a hand up and down your back for a few minutes until you’d calmed down.
“Thank you,” you mumbled eventually, Jensen kissing the top of your head. “Sorry I’m such a shitty girlfriend. This is supposed to be the fun part of the relationship.”
“I think the whole thing is supposed to be the fun part,” he said. You lifted your head up, a smile on his face making you feel a little better. “Despite what you may think, I’ve been having fun this whole time. Relationships and lives aren’t perfect. I don’t want a perfect one. That’s boring. I’ll take this and you, however that looks.”
“Okay, fanboy,” you said, taking a deep breath.
“There she is,” he said, smushing his cheek against yours, a bit of peace returning to you.
“You’re not gonna hurt me,” you said, resting your head against his shoulder.
“No. Whatever happened in the past, you didn’t deserve that,” he said.
“I cheated on Logan,” you said.
“He sounds like he definitely deserved it,” said Jensen.
“It was a hookup, guy I met at a bar. Nice guy but it’s all it was. I came home that night, back to my apartment with Logan and if I thought I’d seen him angry before, that was nothing,” you said. “I just wanted to be with a nice guy, someone kind, just for a minute.”
“You should be with a nice guy for a lot longer than a minute,” said Jensen. “I think you were justified to do what you did. Don’t feel bad over that.”
“I don’t. I regret it because that’s when it went from controlling to worse,” you said. “After a week of getting pushed around, I left but by then I was so beaten down and he’d fucked up my head and then my book got picked to become a movie. I was so happy, for the first time in over two years, I was happy,” you said. “I hung onto it too hard and that’s why it hurts so much to lose it.”
“You didn’t hang on too hard. I’m glad you found that thing to pull you out. It’s not the only thing you have to cling to though, Y/N. Not anymore,” he said. “You know that, right?”
“I’m not putting that on you.”
“Too late. It’s my job,” he said. You didn’t say anything and felt his chest rumble. “You have your family too.”
“No I don’t. I can never tell my siblings about Logan,” you said.
“What about your mom?”
“She loves dad, not me,” you said.
“That’s not true and you know it,” he said. “She’s your mom.”
“She wanted him, not me. She’ll pick him,” you mumbled.
“Is that what Logan told you?” he asked. You kept your mouth shut and Jensen sighed. “Don’t give that fuckface anymore control, Y/N. You’re not alone. You never were.”
“I can’t talk to them,” you said. “What if she got mad about him being late last night?”
“Y/N, stop spinning your wheels. I’ve met your parents and your dad is my friend. They love you. I’m sure he thought he was doing something to help,” he said.
“Yes, clearly it helped,” you said.
“Why don’t I take you home?” he asked.
“Alright,” you said with a nod. “It’s not like I have to go back to work now.”
It was nighttime when you finally got an email from the production office. You tapped it open, frowning and quickly sitting up from the couch.
“What the fuck…” you said. You read the email about fifteen times before you were calling Mark and AJ. “Guys, did you read the email?”
“Yeah. I thought we were dead in the water. Apparently we’re just on a filming break until Monday while we figure out a plan for directing duties while you film scenes? Did you have some other kind of meeting we don’t know about?” asked Mark.
“No. This project was on hiatus last I knew,” you said.
“Unless someone higher up changed their mind, I don’t know how we caught this break,” said AJ. You stood up and went to your closet, grabbing a jacket. “Y/N?”
“I think I have an idea of what happened. Or who. I’ll see you guys at the office eight tomorrow morning? We can map everything out,” you said.
“Yeah, sounds good boss,” said AJ. “You okay? You ran out of there pretty quick today. We tried looking for you but you were gone.”
“I’m not sure yet,” you said. “I’ll see you guys in the morning.”
You hung up and called Jensen, his phone going to voicemail. You tried again and got the same thing. When you were about to redial a text came in from your dad.
Come over. Jensen’s here. We need to talk.
You stared at the phone and squeezed your eyes shut before you grabbed your keys and were gone.
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A/N: Read Part 13 here!
#supernatural#spn#jensen x reader#jensen ackles#supernatural series#supernatural reader insert#jensen ackles x reader#spn reader insert#jensen reader insert#jensen x#jensen ackles x you
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Safe House
Someone is threatening you after finding out your father is a mob boss.
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“Dad?” You said, carrying your phone through the house, trying to find your dad. You eventually came to his office and opened the door to see him sitting there, drinking his fifth cup of coffee for the day.
“Hey, princess,” he replied sweetly. To anyone else he was the menacing mob boss, but you? You were his princess. And that was what made you wonder if anything of what this person had emailed you was true.
“I got an email on the one you gave me.” He had given you a private email, just for the two of you to use, when he had to go somewhere and hide out for a while. No one should have that email, and unless your dad was in hiding, you never checked it. But you’d seen the notification popped up and realized you should probably go to him.
“I didn’t send you anything?” He said with a raised eyebrow.
“I know,” you responded, “and that’s why I’m freaked out.” You handed him your phone and waited, making sure you couldn’t see what was on his computer. You weren’t quite sure if you wanted to know. But his eyes scanned the email and as they did, he got progressively more tense.
“What?” He asked loudly, clenching his fist. “What the fuck?”
“I wasn’t sure if it was real. But it has a picture of me in bed.” Your dad scrolled down to the bottom of the email to see that you were right. There was a picture of you the night before, asleep. It had definitely been taken inside of your room, too. You couldn’t lie. You were freaked out. But you knew your dad would do anything to protect you.
“God. Go pack a bag, I’ll take care of this.”
“No! I don’t want to leave,” you tried to say, grabbing his arm. “Dad, don’t make me go. I’ll feel even worse.” He sighed.
“I can’t keep you safe here. I’ll have someone take you to the safe house as soon as I can and then I’ll join you. I’ll figure this out.” You nodded and he handed you back your phone, but not before forwarding the email to himself. The email, aside from the photo, was threatening you. Probably because of who your dad was, because there was no other reason for anyone to threaten you.
“Thank you, Dad,” you said. You walked out of his office and back up the stairs, going to go pack a bag. You assumed you’d only be gone a couple of days, mostly because when you were in danger, your dad stopped everything to fix it. You were incredibly lucky that he was at home when you got the email. You never really felt safe unless he was around you somewhere, even if you were around your ‘uncles’ that worked for your dad.
You tried to take your mind off of it as you packed, but you couldn’t. Who would want to hurt you? Actually, you had the answer to that. Most people. But what you couldn’t understand was why they threatened you directly and not your father. Usually they threatened him because he was, well, the mob boss.
“Okay,” your dad said eventually, walking into your room. “I’m having Sam and Buck work on this. I called a car for you, they’re taking you before me. Just in case.” Your father always made you travel separately from him in case someone came after him. It had happened to your mom and he wasn’t going to let it happen to you too.
“Okay.” You hugged your father for a minute before walking down to the car in the front of the mansion. You turned your phone off and watched the scenery go by for three hours until you arrived at the safe house. Your dad got there two hours after you did because he’d taken a different route.
“Anything?” You asked as you stirred some soup that you were heating up. He shook his head.
“No. But I’m sure everything will get worked out. They’re looking at it.” Your heart sank a little. “I’ll do that.” He took over cooking dinner for you. Eventually the landline was called and he let you answer it.
“Hello?” You asked.
“Y/N,” Sam sighed. “Is your dad with you?”
“Yeah, he’s cooking dinner.”
“Good. The house got broken into. Shots were fired into the office and your room. Someone was trying to hurt the two of you, for real. We think we know who but it might take a few days.”
“Okay. Stay safe, Uncle Sammy.”
“Stay safe, too, kiddo.” He hung up and you relayed the information to your dad, who just shook his head.
It was days, after all. You spent most of your time with your dad, watching TV or reading. You weren’t used to spending time with the big bad mob boss, so even though you were freaked out by why you were out there in the middle of the woods you were glad that you were with him. The house you were in was only one bedroom, so your dad slept on the couch. You didn’t know it, but every so often he would wake up and run to the bedroom just to check if you were still there.
Finally, a week later, your uncle Bucky brought groceries to the house to update you on the situation. At first your dad wasn’t sure if he wanted you to hear, but you insisted. You were sixteen. You could handle knowing why someone wanted to kill you. You sat down in the armchair, looking at both of you. Bucky sighed before he spoke.
“It was an inside threat. We don’t know who, but we’re working on it. We were thinking, if you’re up to it, setting up a sting operation. We’ll leak that the two of you are being moved to another house, but we’ll move you two in one vehicle and leak information about another. We’ll hope they fall into it and we can get them.”
“Only if Y/N approves,” your dad said, looking over at you. You crossed your arms and thought about it for a minute, but you nodded.
“Anything to get this over with. I miss my friends.”
They put the operation in motion a couple of days later. They said that you were both being moved to your dad’s beach house, citing that you missed the beach so your dad had decided to move you there. You had packed your things and got into the car that your dad was driving. It was just a Chevy, inconspicuous enough, with tinted windows. You were really going to another house at a park a couple of hours away, just in case the plan didn’t work. The fake car was driving ahead of the two of you and you watched it nervously weave in and out of lanes. There was another car behind you that had Bucky and Sam in it, trying to see if anyone was following you.
It turned out the offending car was a massive SUV like the one you were always moved in, and you sat back and watched the action play out. The offending car, a black Yukon, threw something out at the SUV that supposedly had you in it. The SUV lit up into flames and rolled off the side of the highway. Your dad stuck his arm out to guard you and massively slowed down the car, pulling into the left lane and barely into the median break.
“Shit, shit, shit, down, baby, down,” your dad said quickly. You heard your dad get out and looked behind you, ignoring his instructions. There was a massive crash and you realized that Sam and Bucky’s car had started shooting at the Yukon, forcing it off the road too. Your dad realized what was happening, too, and got back in the car. He started driving again, this time in the other direction, and drove all the way to the next safe house.
“Is everyone okay?” You asked as your dad called your uncles. You sat on the couch, arms crossed, waiting. He nodded after a few minutes of talking and sat down across from you.
“They got the guy. I’m taking you to the beach house, not home. That’s still not safe yet.” You started getting ready to go, loading your things in the car again. You looked once at the safe house and thanked your lucky stars that your dad hadn’t left your side.
A/N: I’m sorry this took me so long to write and that it’s so short! It’s my first time writing a Mob AU so it could very well be crap but I have no idea how to write these yet. Thank you for the request still!
Taglist: @an-adventureland @firstangeldragonranch, @ssebstann, @winterreader-nowwriter
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SOMEBODY ELSE / 02.
SYNOPSIS / After years of working up the courage to confess his feelings for you, Min Yoongi decides to give up and move on from the unrequited position he has put himself in. However, when you discover his veiled attraction towards you, you dwell on what could have been. You find yourself ready to reciprocate the same sentiment for him, only you’re too late when he reveals he has already found someone else. Consequently, you’re lured into a series of meaningless and warped encounters from the one person you swore to avoid.
FEATURING / Primarily featuring Min Yoongi and Kim Taehyung.
GENRES / Angst, romance, mature, some fluff, unrequited love, & friends to lovers (?).
WARNINGS / This chapter contains alcohol consumption, graphic language, mentions of sexual activity, and other mature themes.
WORD COUNT / 15k words.
TABLE OF CONTENTS / To be redirected and get the latest on the story, click on the table of contents.
NOTES / After god knows how long, it’s finally here. I want to apologize now for how delayed this chapter was. For context, this was supposed to be completed by December 2019 but due to some poor organization and scheduling on my part, I’m so sorry that this is like, 2-3 months delayed. This will be a very short series (either 4-5 parts only), so I will be sure to start outlining part 3 as soon as possible. Again, this series was inspired by the famous sitcom, Friends with a lot less comedy and a little bit more angst. Feedback is very much appreciated as always. Thank you to those who have showed their love for part 1; I really appreciate it. ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡
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“Yoongi better not put the blame on me for being late. I will cut someone who brings up the fact that I’m always late.” Cluttered in the back seat of the Uber driver’s car, you pulled out a crisp five dollar bill out of your purse and offered it to the patient man who sat at the driver’s seat. Notoriously known for his antiques of being fashionably late, Jimin first hops out of the back seat of the car and offers his hand to ease your exit out of the vehicle.
“I got ready an hour and a half earlier than usual and I was done just in time.” He offers his arm for you to cling onto and you savor the warmth of his clothed body. He wore a crispy white button shirt with the top buttons undone to expose the expensive jewelry that adorned his neck. The sleeves rolled up to his elbows to expose his milky skin. Skin tight leather pants practically pasted on his long legs and you could already feel the stares of the long line outside of the club at the posse’s arrival.
“It’s fine. Yoongi isn’t one to throw a fit over something like this.” You scoff clinging so closely to his warmth. In contrast to Jimin’s neutral colored attire, you opted to wear a two-pieced ensemble. The crop top ending at the middle of your torso and your skin tight pencil skirt ending right at the middle of your thigh. The sparkling material still shimmering in the moonlight.
Just in case the weather wasn’t in your favor, you clutched on a large leather jacket on your arm along with a plain black clutch that contained your phone and a few paper bills necessary for any emergencies throughout the night.
“It’s literally been six months since those two let us know that they’ve been secretly seeing each other. I still don’t understand how you never realized Hobi has been fucking with Michelle for a year.” With a simple shake of your head, at the corner of your eye, you see Seokjin awaiting with his hands tucked inside the depths of his pockets.
“Where the fuck have you two been?” He seethed taking long strides towards where you stood waiting for the arrival of another vehicle.
“Since they’re renovating Michelle’s bathroom, they have deprived me of my own bathroom.” You grimaced at the thought of the couple taking their time in the shower, refusing to hop inside the same shower that the couple resided in for a decent hour. “I had to drive over to Jimin’s place to actually get ready. It turns out traffic is a bitch and - well, here we are.”
“You may have to sanitize your bathroom tomorrow or something.” Jimin murmurs underneath his breath.
Seokjin shivered at your story and he grimaced at the thought of his two closest friends fucking in the shower for nearly an hour. “Fuck, alright, it was good enough for me. Let’s see if it’s good enough for Yoongi.” He scrolls through his contacts, only to tap on Yoongi’s name placing the mobile device on his ear. “Yeah, we’re here - Hoseok and Michelle are running a little la - oh, okay, see you.” Tapping on the red button on his screen, Seokjin motions his head over to the very beginning of the line were two bouncers held clip boards with a large list of names attached.
“Yoongi should be at the front to confirm with the bouncers.” Seokjin muttered while he paved the way towards the very first person in line. You hear a series of curses coming from club-goers while they accuse the three of you for cutting in front of the line. However, at the right time, the large doors reveal the man of the hour himself.
You weren’t aware of how tightly you clutched onto Jimin’s arm as Yoongi reveals himself to the crowd.
It’s been nearly two weeks since you had last seen him. He had been promoting alongside a bunch of the artists he has worked with the entire month and, just recently, he had bleached his hear a nearly platinum blonde.
It was a new look on him - definitely something new.
The bright blonde hair stuck out like a sore thumb to you… in a good way. You didn’t expect to like it.
His mane had been slightly ruffled to one side. He probably did it himself knowing just how lazy he had been when it came to making himself look presentable. The outfit, though, was a stark contrast from what you had imagined. He wore a black turtle neck tucked underneath a pair of skinny black jeans with a leather belt that you had gifted him for Christmas. He complemented the rest of the outfit with a leather jacket and, suddenly, you’re hyper aware of the fact that Jimin is shaking you as gently as possible.
All eyes are on you as you remain glued to the concrete floor.
“Are you just going to stand there and gawk at me or are you going to give me a hug?” Yoongi playfully scoffs at you, but you feel your weak arms let loose of the grip it had on Jimin’s arms and he encourages you to walk ahead of you.
As you both entered the nightclub, you are greeted by a conglomerate of people already raiding the dance floor and the bar that had resided adjacent to it. But your entire world stops spinning when you his arms - so foreign - wrap themselves around your frame before you respond back to his actions by slithering your arms around his neck.
“I missed you.” You admitted out loud to yourself and he chuckled into your hair before he pulls you away.
“I was only gone for a month. I told you that you could’ve came with Tiffany to visit.” The name still made your throat swell up and you chewed on the inside of your cheek, shaking your head.
“I figured I’d be third wheeling since I was the only one willing to come and see you.” Rolling your eyes at his statement, Yoongi’s eyes begins searching for something across the second level of the night club.
“Tiffany should be with my co-produer right now. I don’t know if you remember him - Namjoon?” You nod at once when you see Namjoon trying to have a private conversation with Tiffany as he leans in to talk into her ear. “She’s definitely milking this night more than I am.”
You are reminded once again that this was Yoongi’s night. Just recently, three of the songs he had produced had been nominated for a multiple music awards and this was a celebratory night for the record label. On top of that, it was the company’s New Year’s Eve party and Yoongi was given the opportunity to invite as many people as he can.
“I’m proud of you.” You practically yell into his ear as he guides you over to the bar where Seokjin is already talking up the bartender and Jimin is ordering the necessary drinks for the newcomers. “I know I’ve said it a lot through text messages, but I just wanted to… say it out loud this time. I really am proud of you, Yoongi. You’re living the dream you always wanted.”
There was a small glint of melancholy in his eye, but you don’t quite catch it when you turn your attention to the drink that Jimin passes over to you. You decide to offer the drink over to Yoongi and bring it up in the air. “Congratulations, Yoongi. What a way to end the year, huh?” You laugh when you take small sips of the drink before passing the other drink over to him.
“Thank you. I wouldn’t have done it without you.” His sentence is left hanging in the air. It’s ambiguity very clear to the both of you and the tension in the atmosphere is so dense that you are left trying to breathe so deeply. “I - I wouldn’t have done it without any of you.” He refers to Seokjin and Jimin as well before they pass him over a bottle of beer.
Your relationship with Yoongi got more and more complicated from the very first encounter you both had six months ago. Just a mere six months had passed by before your relationship with him was put at a fine line.
It took a decent month for things to cool down. You both buried yourselves in work, both made the excuses of passing up on any group hang outs and - for some odd reason - you both synchronized in not seeing each other. Until the cycle broke during Tiffany’s birthday where she personally wanted everyone at the group to be there. One month of not seeing his face or hearing his voice, you thought you could survive with the mere thought that he existed in the same universe as you did. But that wasn’t enough. You were slow to warm up to the idea of even making things right between the both of you.
You weren’t so sure when things started feeling somewhat the same again.
But it was when the news dropped that Hoseok and Michelle got together. Hoseok, being Yoongi’s roommate, and Michelle, being your roommate, had been sneaking our behind your backs late at night participating in unspeakable encounters. You remembered it so vividly like it was yesterday. Hoseok mentioned that he had to go out of town for a business meeting and you planned on visiting your mom’s for the weekend. However, your own mother ended up cancelling after she had an emergency at work only for you to come back to see Yoongi waiting at your front door dumbfounded.
He had caught them red handed when Tiffany requested that he would drop off a pair of shoes she had borrowed from Michelle earlier that month.
It was a big mistake to return the shoes that evening.
But it was almost a blessing in disguise for everybody.
The cat was out of the bag; Hoseok and Michelle had been seeing each other and you and Yoongi were left to piece the puzzles together only to end the evening in a total state of chaos and reprieve.
From then on, things were slightly coming undone. The tension between the two of you had lifted in the air and you were back to unconsciously suppressing your feelings for him and, suddenly, the pain you experienced seeing him with Tiffany had been numbed out. Though you weren’t necessarily happy to see him with her, you were more than grateful that you weren’t really suffering at this point forward.
It wasn’t until they decided to move in with each other where the familiarity of torment rose from the depths of your stomach. You remembered them announcing it at a movie night Michelle had organized and, immediately, everyone’s curious eyes had alternated from yours and Yoongi’s.
You avoided his stare for the longest time, not wanting to risk the chance of physically vomiting.
But you thanked Michelle for helping you push through that evening.
“If it makes you feel any better, it didn’t look like he was too happy moving in with her.” The words echoed in your head repeatedly, but you remembered just how much of a good person Yoongi is. He didn’t gloat on purpose on your face. Tiffany made the announcement to share such good news to entire posse.
It was something to be proud of for Yoongi; he was moving forward from a healthy relationship… and that’s all you could really ask for.
The party came to full swing at the arrival of Hoseok and Michelle. They were quick to greet and apologize for their late arrival to Yoongi, but he refused to listen to their excuse. More so, he was just happy that they were able to attend. At this point, you can feel the heels you wore starting to be more of a nuisance than a fashion statement from all of Jimin’s dancing. But the drunken demeanor kept you distracted from the pain at the soles of your foot.
Not even one drink into the night, Michelle demanded that you save her a dance for the both of you but Jimin had been too busy twirling you around in the middle of the dance floor resulting in you seeing stars as you guffawed into his chest.
At the corner of your eye, you can see that Jimin’s dance skills had earned him a decent size of admirers - nothing special about that but you knew that once he found that one girl he was willing to hook up with, you were going to be left all alone with no one to kiss that evening.
For the most part, you were more than okay with not sharing the tradition with anybody. Normally, a simple peck on the mouth from Michelle was enough for you to participate in the tradition, but she had Hoseok now. It was a ludicrous idea to even feel remotely excluded from a silly tradition as a new year’s kiss, but Seokjin already had his eye on the bartender. Inevitably, you knew Yoongi would have Tiffany to share the kiss with. You’ve grown so used to the idea of Yoongi and Tiffany being so intimate with each other, but the pain had been so numbed down that you were just accustomed to the feeling.
The only two people left to find people to kiss had been you and Jimin and he made a deal that he would be your friendly date for the evening, even going so far to offer a smooch at the strike of midnight.
So when you saw the one girl he had his eyes on, you furrowed your brows at him, chewing on your cheek. “You’re my date, Jiminie.” You slurred and he rolls his eyes.
“Oh, c’mon, YN. She’s really cute. I’ll give you a midnight kiss, but I just want to get her number, please?” He coaxes as he guides you through the dance floor and you turn your head to the girl who had been eyeing him the entire time.
“She is cute.” You sighed, slowly releasing from his hold. Suddenly, he spun you into someone else, crashing into their chest as you grunted at Jimin’s abrupt motion. “You better be back in 10 minutes! I’m going to be real upset if you don’t kiss me at the countdown!”
Clutching onto the arms of a stranger, you slowly pull away from their hold only to realize that this was no stranger.
It had been Yoongi who was caught off guard as he held you in his arms. The song blasted so loud in your ears; the song that he had produced and your cheeks flamed a scarlet tint at the proximity of your bodies.
“Jimin’s kissing you at midnight?” You scoff at his playful sneer and you chew on the inside of your cheek, rolling your eyes at his chuckle. “Oh, c’mon, YN. You seriously want to be one of the simpletons who participate in a new year’s kiss?” Yoongi’s choice of words ensues you to erupt in a series of laughter and you unconsciously feel your body gravitate closer and closer to his as the amplitude of the music increases in your ears.
The night club had been too loud that you had to lean into his ear to respond back to him. “Well, you must be one since you’ll have Tiffany to kiss tonight.” You retort back to him before pulling away. His hands had been placed gently onto the small of your waist. It wasn’t low, but respectfully high so it didn’t seem so awkward having to sway to the rhythm of the song he had produced. “Where is she, anyway? She’s supposed to be the one dancing with you right now!”
“Bathroom.” He simply answers into your ear as your bodies bump into each other in the middle of the dance floor. “She’ll be back soon.”
The friction of your bodies against each other made your throat hot and your cheeks hotter than ever. You nodded once simply before realizing just how long you had been this close with each other. It’s been months since he held you like this in his arms. Instinctively, you feel your arms slithering themselves around his neck, still able to dance nonchalantly.
“Tiffany won’t be upset that I’m dancing with you?” You practically yell into his ear before he shakes his head, just as intoxicated as you were. The heavy scent of beer clinging so closely to his skin and mouth and you swallowed hard when your eyes shoot towards his pillowy petals.
“She’s not the jealous type.” He simply replies and you catch his eyes lower onto your glossed lips. Tilting your head to get a good read of his visage, the DJ hired for the event began screaming to the crowd that there was merely 5 minutes left before the clock strikes midnight.
“I would have pinned her to be the jealous type.”
“You are though.” He counters and you are left to knit your brows together, denying his statement before he rolls his eyes as he unconsciously closes the space between the both of you.
“I am not the jealous type.”
“You literal threw a fit when Jimin wanted to dance with that one other girl.” He justified and you rolled your eyes once more, clearly not accepting defeat. Yoongi swallows hard as you habitually pout your bottom lip clearly not enjoying being accused of letting the green-eyed monster take over you.
“He promised he’d kiss me.” You declared, scrunching your nose in the process.
Losing all sense of logic, Yoongi chuckles darkly, digits digging onto your exposed skin at your waist. “You’re such a brat.”
“Oh, now, I’m a brat?” You whine playfully, exasperated of his accusations. This earned a large gummy smile stretching on his mouth and you were hyperaware of how long it had been since it had been since you two bonded like this. It felt so nostalgic to have him this close, have him be this playful with you. Within that moment, it was blissful - forgetting of who was around you, forgetting about the confession made months ago.
“I missed you, YN.” He sighs blissfully, laughing and leaning forward, bumping foreheads with each other.
“I - I missed you, too.” Both of you had the wides smiles on each others faces. Guffawed laughters shared between your dancing bodies and, at that very moment, you were happy. You are taken back to a time where you two can be effortlessly yourselves with each other. You did not have to analyze your actions and words around him; everything was done purely out of pure desire.
You thought your actions would have no repercussions.
You were taken back to a time where you were two best friends, probably unconsciously in love with each other.
But the realization sets in that this was not some fantasy story. The smiles on your visages disappear very slowly at the realization that you can’t go back to where you had been nearly six months ago. Still having your foreheads pressed against each other, noses bumping with eyes fully pinched shut at the feeling of his hot breath fanning your face.
“I - I have to go find Jimin.” You sigh, itching and craving just to feel the slightest touch of his lip on yours. The DJ announces that there is one measly minute left - one measly minute to go looking for the guy you were supposed to kiss, yet you spent what little seconds you had to be with the guy you could not have.
“YN…” He sighs, opening his eyes. You are met his half-lidded eyes yet you read the desire, desperation, and exhaustion in his irises. “You don’t know how bad I want to kiss you.”
Your heart stopped beating at that very moment and when the thirty second countdown begun, your sober consciousness had been screaming at you to pull away from his grip. But, deep inside, you felt your heart swell to a tenfold at his confession.
You had to chant to yourself that he was drunk.
You probably didn’t hear him correctly.
But your mind was no longer playing tricks on you when you feel his mouth move ever so closely, just centimeters away from the skin of your lips and he was a million miles away from you when Jimin saves you and Yoongi a million years of regret. Just in time, Tiffany finally squeezes through the crowd, glad to have found her rightful boyfriend at the perfect moment.
“There you are! I swear I was looking everywhere for you!” Eyes wide, Yoongi controls his breathing as he is faced with the girl he is supposed to be spending the evening with. She smiles unknowingly at him and then at Jimin and yourself. The tension was so thick in the air that you do not have the words to countdown.
“Five, four, three, two — Happy New Year!” Jimin’s gentle hands caresses your cheek and you read the sympathy in his eyes when you see Tiffany tip her toes to place feather-like kisses on Yoongi’s — the lips you desperately sought to feel on yours.
With tears in your eyes, you held them there, but Jimin read you very well. His thumb caresses the corners of your mouth, soothing the familiar pain arising in your chest. “Happy New Year, YN.” He sighs before he leans down to place a very delicate, quick kiss onto your mouth.
You savored the comfort of your friend and you pull away only to pull him into a well-deserved hug.
“Happy New Year, Jimin.” He doesn’t let you go when he feels your body go limp in his arms.
“You can just drop me off here.” The Uber driver who sat in front of you came to a slow stop at the curb and you searched through your purse to offer the quiet man a ten dollar bill, offering him a kind smile. “Have a happy new year, sir.”
He thanks you for your gratitude before you carefully exit the vehicle. Your barefoot hitting the cold concrete floor as you clutch onto your heels. You closed the door right behind you as you began the long journey from the entrance of your apartment complex parking lot onto the front door of your unit.
You’ve sobered up a bit, still a bit tipsy from the hard liquor, but you were slowly getting there.
The vivid memories of the past hour made your heart swell and shatter all at once as the scene replayed in your head. You knew yourself well enough that if you encountered Yoongi one more time that evening, you would not have been able to stay sane.
Your legs took smaller and slower strides towards your unit and when you begin to fish the keys out of the depths of your clutch, you come to an immediate halt as you see a tall, dark figure hovering around your door. You really needed to have a conversation with the homeowner’s association to add brighter lights at night because suddenly your senses had been heightened at the stranger’s presence.
“E - Excuse me, sir, is there somebody you’re looking for?” Your voice so small yet so familiar to the stranger and he spins around, surprised to see such a familiar face look completely different right before your eyes. “T - Taehyung?”
“You nearly scared the living shit out of me sneaking up on me like that.” The timbre of his voice deep and warm and his hushed tones tickled the back of your neck. He looked so different from the last time you saw him.
His dark long locks slightly curled and messy from, what you can only assume, the holiday festivities. He sported a silk button up t-shirt tucked underneath a pair of dark washed skinny jeans. However, he was wise to wear a large coat around his broad shoulders. However, you raise your brows as he nursed a bottle of champagne on his arm and you tilt your head as you studied the change in appearance.
He was still the same yet he looked like a change man.
“Wh - what are you doing here?”
“Right.” He shook his head, whispering to himself as he offers you a soft grin. “I was in town for work. My flight was supposed to be tomorrow afternoon, but they airline company had to cancel due to some scheduling incident.”
You swallowed hard as you awaited for him to continue his story. Meanwhile, he stood right across from you - this time, he studied the way you presented yourself that evening.
Your hair is much longer. He compared the length to the last time you had seen each other. Your skin was paler due to the winter season at its peak. There was less sun and he could only assume that you covered yourself from head to toe. You had lost some weight yet you looked relatively healthy. The bags underneath your eyes seem to sunk deeper onto your skin.
Who knew in a matter of six months so much has changed?
“That - that doesn’t explain why you’re in front of my door step.” You retort shyly, encouraging him to explain himself further.
“I don’t leave for New York in two days.” He swallowed before he held the wine bottle in his hand. “I - I figured I would stop by and say hi.”
His appearance wasn’t the only thing that changed.
The way he spoke to you so shyly as if this was your first time meeting each other. He points towards your door with a look of suggestion. “Can I come in? Who knew the west coast would be so fucking cold?” He practically shivers, surprised to see you able to keep yourself warm. Perhaps due to the alcohol still in your body and you decide to make a move on it as you begin to unlock the apartment only to reveal a semi-presentable living room.
“I apologize for the mess. We were all in a rush to go to this New Year’s Eve party, so we didn’t have a chance to clean ourselves up.” Tossing the keys over to the coffee table, you strip yourself off of your leather jacket to hang it at the coat rack. Thankfully, Hoseok and Michelle left the heating on because you were greeted with warmth and the smell of vanilla and marshmallows in the air when you decide to light a candle to create a homier ambience.
“I see you’re one of those types who decide to wait ’til January to take down their Christmas decorations.” He jeers at you and you chuckle at his comment before you point towards the sofa for him to get comfortable in.
“I am not. Michelle and I put so much effort into actually making this place look good, so why waste our efforts when winter season hasn’t ended?” You counter and he decides to slip the coat right off of his torso and you stare at the slight tug of his collar to expose his translucent skin. “Did you want me to get you a glass for your champagne?”
“You should get yourself one as well because we’re drinking this together.” His forwardness still remained the same and you rolled your eyes before you began searching through the cupboard for decent glasses only to find two pairs of coffee mugs that you and Michelle purchased at Target. When you open the drawer to capture the wine bottle opener, you toss it over to Taehyung who began unwrapping the wine to reveal the cork and he attempts to effortlessly remove the cork with ease.
You amble over to where he sat and you offer him your pink mug which he knits his brows in confusion and you shrug at his reaction only to watch him pour a quarter full of the alcohol into Michelle’s blue mug.
“I probably should have said this when I first saw you, but here’s to a happy new year.” He finishes pouring his own serving before he raises the pink mug for you to clink at and you toast right back to him before you take small sips of the cool champagne, savoring the warmth that coats your throat later. “You said you were at a party.”
You nod at his statement only to place the mug on the coffee table, making yourself comfortable with the space in between the both of you.
“I was.”
“And it’s 1:30 in the morning and you’re home so early?”
“Correct.”
“Why?”
“I just wasn’t feeling it.”
He raises his eyebrows when he takes larger sips of his champagne only for him to lean back and look right at you with curious eyes. “This doesn’t have to do anything with Yoongi, by any chance?”
Trying not to offer him any reaction, you sat there with a neutral expression shaking your head.
“Nope, not at all.”
“You’re a terrible liar.”
“I am not lying.” Your pitches increases and he shakes his head, deciding to drop the subject.
“Okay, clearly, you don’t want to discuss Yoongi.” He starts softly before he takes a scoot closer to where you sat. “How is Michelle? I’m pretty sure she still doesn’t like me, but I think it’s polite to inquire about someone who is near and dear to you.”
You erupt in a fit of laughter only for him to offer you a boxy grin and your palm wraps around the expanse of the mug on your lap. “She’s doing well. It turns out she’s been sleeping with Hoseok — I don’t know if you remember him —“
“The choreographer, right?”
“Yup, that one.” You correct before you took small sips of the champagne into your lips, already feeling the familiar buzz earlier that evening. “They’ve been keeping their relationship a secret ever since the beginning of this — oh, well, last year now and we only found out halfway through the year.” You shrugged at the revelation only for him to nod along.
“What about the other two? The chef and that guy I took headshots of for a casting he was trying to do for that one photoshoot?”
“The chef is Seokjin. But he is now a proud owner of a restaurant. It took a lot of investors and a lot of fucking money from his savings account, but the place is doing really well. Jimin is the guy you took headshots of; he’s not an actual model, just something we thought we’d do for fun, but he’s really just an art curator.” You read Taehyung’s face and he is utterly taken aback by Jimin’s career choice.
“Who would’ve thought?” Suddenly, you are presented with an opportunity to view Taehyung from a different perspective.
You didn’t know who was sitting right across from you and you see his mouth move but don’t hear the words coming out of them.
“H - huh?” You stammer, coming to a realization that you appreciated his seemingly interest in your life.
“I was asking if you still worked for that internship you were in since junior year.”
“Uh, yeah, they’ve been training me to be an assistant to the division head of advertising. I wasn’t really expecting to be a candidate, but they figured since I did technically work with them the longest, I sort of know the ropes around the company.” Finishing the remaining contents of your mug, you see Taehyung offer you a proud grin, swiping his tongue right across his rosy petals.
“Just one step closer to being a division head.” He encouraged and you feel warmth flutter in your chest, appreciating just how much he was proud of your achievements.
However, he truly meant it.
He has witnessed all of the trials and tribulations you went through to earn a permanent spot in the company you were currently working at. There was stiff competition, but he was there to remind you that you were worthy to achieve the goals as long as you worked hard. The stress of the internship got the best of you and you could only offer him so much of your time. Whenever he’d tried to offer comfort, half of the time, Taehyung succeeded in alleviating any frustrations.
But there was always one guy who beat you to it the other half of the time.
You were in denial when Taehyung was curious about the nature of your friendship with Yoongi.
He tread cautiously when it came to him. But as time went on, he could no longer bite his tongue and keep his thoughts to himself.
He had been your boyfriend at that time and he felt that he had some right to give his opinion regarding your friendship with Yoongi. He didn’t demand much — his time was to implicitly convince you that you possessed the same feelings as Yoongi did to you.
When Taehyung felt like he had enough of your denial and Yoongi’s obvious efforts, he surrendered his position and decided to take a step back, clearly not wanting to be a part of a cat and mouse game.
But he was a victim of it.
He wasn’t the same man he was the beginning of the year, though.
He’s more solemn and more accepting. He was more conscious of other’s feelings and perspective of things — he had a better understanding of others and he’s definitely had a better understanding of you.
Downing the rest of the alcoholic beverage inside the pastel-colored mug, Taehyung settles it at the coffee table before he runs his long digits through his textured hair.
“So what’s the real reason why you’re home, YN?”
The silence was overwhelming, but you find comfort in his presence. It wasn’t intimidating despite the way his eyes examined your much smaller frame from head to toe as you took measly sips from your own mug.
Was there even a point in lying?
“Yoongi said he wanted to kiss me.”
“Did you want to kiss him?”
Surprised with your speedy response, you nodded once, realizing the grip around the circumference of the mug.
“But you didn’t, right? You’re not like that.”
You shook your head silently and, now, you’re met with the familiar swell around your throat like somebody had been choking you gently, forcing you to hold onto your last breath.
“I — I would never do that, but… if Jimin didn’t come and save the day, I — I think we would have gotten into a seriously sticky situation.” The memory of Yoongi’s body against yours, the heat of his breath and words fanning against your scarlet face, and the scent of his cologne and cherries off of his skin — Tiffany’s scent. “It can’t happen again.”
“What’d Jimin do?”
“He kissed me instead.”
Raising one brow at you, he pokes the tip of his tongue to swiped across his thick petals.
“Jimin kissed you?”
You nodded once.
“Is this another guy I was supposed to be worried about?” He jokes which earned a song-like chortle erupting from your throat. The sound of your laughter spreads a warmth deep inside this chest. He enjoyed the way your voice filled with so much hope and how your worries were stripped away from you when you giggled.
“He promised he’d kiss me at the countdown.” Your statement earned a chuckle from him and he shakes his head, ridiculing your request. “I didn’t want to be the only who didn’t have anyone to kiss.”
“I didn’t have anyone to kiss at the countdown.” Taehyung simply states and you forced yourself not to stare at his lips but you, obviously, fail at this because he catches you red-handed at the instinctive motion. Your irises immediately shoot to his mouth and you swallow hard.
“You didn’t kiss anybody.”
“Not yet at least.”
You despised the cocky sneer on his face, rolling your eyes as you grabbed a cushion and shoving it in his face.
“I was kidding, I was kidding!” A hearty laughter erupts from the depths of his stomach.
But you did miss his cocky personality. It was a playful side of him and his comments seemed very much nostalgic of when you had first met him. When the fits of laughter settled into a comforting silence, he clears his throat when you see his boxy smile disappear into a more calming position. “Okay, hypothetically speaking, if I said I wasn’t kidding,“ He admits before he swiped his tongue across his mouth to wet his lips. “Would you kiss me right now? Be my first kiss for the year?”
The way the tone of his voice change in a millisecond knocks you out of your seat. You’re aware that you’re holding your breath as you examine his features for the umpteenth time that evening.
Did you want to kiss him?
“That depends.”
“Depends on what?”
Is he single? Was he seeing someone in New York?
“Are you seeing anybody?”
“I haven’t had time to meet anybody, YN.” He scoots his frame closer to where you sat whilst he leans his upper body closer to your smaller face.
Does he expect anything to happen that evening?
“If I do kiss you, are you expecting we go further?”
“Depends on the kiss.” He was so quick to his replies as if he’s thought this moment so many times in his heads.
Has he imagined this moment?
He takes his sweet time leaning in to your face. All throughout this tantalizing moment, he hovers over your lips careful not to touch your skin on yours. The smell of vanilla lingers from your skin and your breath smells of champagne.
“You want to kiss me?”
“If I say yes, would that change your decision?"
You thought about it for a moment before the tip of his nose collides very softly against yours and you can’t help but chuckle at the action, scrunching your nose in the process.
“Hm, I’m not so sure.” Your playful tone gave Taehyung further encouragement to lean in closer, just two lips barely brushing against each other.
Eyes half-lidded with so much fondness for you. He stares lovingly into your eyes before they fall on the two petals threatening to pucker against his own. The comfort that emerged from his chest so familiar to him.
“You didn’t say please.” You teased.
He breathes a chuckle fanning your face in the process.
“YN,” He starts as he pulls away very slowly from your face, missing the warmth of his own breath on your face. “Would you do me the honor of being my first kiss for the year, please?”
A series of laughter fills the room and Taehyung could care less if you said yes or if you had said no because it was more than enough for him to see that he has made your night somewhat better and you appreciated the way he helped you completely forget Yoongi — at least for the past 15 minutes, he’s helped you completely forget Yoongi.
“Yes, Taehyung, I would be delighted to be your first kiss of the year.” The sounds of your laughter soon fade into silence. You sat still where you were positioned and Taehyung froze in a subtle manner as he examined you from your eyes down to your lips.
His digits tickled the skin on your cheek to the back of your neck and an eruption of goosebumps appear on your skin. You emitted one breath that visibly fans his face before you flutter your eyes closed as you feel his pillowy petals on your own.
There was a hesitance from both your mouths. Your touch on his felt so fragile, afraid that the slightest addition of pressure onto your mouth would have you falling apart. The tickle and warmth of his fingers caressing the skin of your cheek allowed you to relax and lean in forward into the kiss. Taehyung took this as a sign that you were enjoying this so much more than usual.
He pokes his tongue momentarily, tasting the bitter flavor of the champagne lingering in your mouth. A sigh erupts from your mouth and the conscious voice in your head tells you to pull away before things go further — before you do anything you regret.
“Taehyung,” You swallow every ounce of desire when you attempt to peel your body off of his. “We can’t do this again. We’re different now.”
He nods his head in agreement, swiping his tongue across the expanse of his mouth. “We’re different, but that doesn’t mean my feelings for you has changed.”
You were left speechless; mouth open with no words slipping between your lips. “We’ve changed for the better, YN.” Hesitant at first, Taehyung musters all the courage to reach for your fragile digits that laid upon your thigh. First, he fiddled with the pad of your fingers before he laces them around his hands.
“I’m not this college asshole boyfriend who controls over every aspect of your life.” He confesses looking into your eyes. “Just give me one more shot, YN. I can show you that I’m better.”
“But I — I don’t think I’ve changed for the better, Tae.” You feel your fingers unlacing away from his and you could feel your heart drop on the floor. “I don’t even know if I’m ready for another chance in any sort of relationship.” It came out as a scrutinizing joke, but it was the cruel truth you had to face.
The silence was a little too overwhelming for your liking.
You were thankful the silence wasn’t as uncomfortable to him as it were to you. Because the pad of his index finger lifts your chin up and his eyes meets your once again. “You’re still in love with him, aren’t you?”
Choosing not to reply to his answer, you did not want your face to give away any sort of response for him, so you chewed on the inside of your cheek looking into his eyes.
“You — you don’t have to answer that. It’s not fair.”
His thumb caresses your cheek so softly and you savor the warmth of his palm on your skin. It was such a comforting gesture and he tucked the strand of hair behind your ear, hoping it was enough to soothe you.
“I can never have him.” You realize and his eyes meet your glassy irises. “We can never be together.” Unsure of whether this is your inebriated consciousness enabling you to think out loud, but you chew on the inside of your cheek as you focus on something else other than the salty tears building in your eyes.
Taehyung remains silent across from you and you can’t blame the guy. What was he supposed to say to you?
“I’m happy for him though.” You attempt to convince yourself when you feel his hot thumb at the corner of your lip.
“I’m glad you’re happy for him, but are you happy?” He reassures you, swallowing hard. “You’re amazing, YN. It pains me to see you like this. Even after all these months, it seems like you’re numb to the pain. If not me, there is someone out there very much willing to be with you.”
Unsure of what to reply to him, you can’t help but offer him a meek grin. “I appreciate that, Tae.” He sighs as you finally got a hold of yourself, relieved to see that he has brightened up your mood even if it is for the slightest bit.
He pulls you into his arms to wrap his large arms around you and you can’t help but appreciate his warm embrace by slithering your arms around his as well. “Any guy would kill to have you.” He whispers as he pecks your forehead, digits combing through your silky hair.
You melt in the comfort of his arms and you feel your lids slowly flutter shut. The steady rise and low of his chest indicate that he is just as comfortable as he is with the embrace.
“I — I should probably get going now.” He announces very softly, hoping not to disturb your tranquility.
“I, uh, yeah. It’s getting late, huh?” You sigh and you slowly peel yourself once again from his embrace.
“It is.”
“How’d you get here? Did you want me to get an Uber for you or something?”
“No, I — I drove here.” You see him slowly lift himself up from the sofa and fish the car keys out of his pocket, carefully folding the blazer jacket he had on earlier.
“You’re not drunk.”
“Not the slightest bit.”
“I don’t believe you.” The crease on your brow exhibited concern over your former partner’s safety.
“I’ll be fine, YN.”
“I don’t want to risk you driving home when you’re tipsy. You could get pulled over or you could get into a little fender bender or you could —“
“Then what do you suggest I do?” Taehyung’s folds his arms, raising a brow at your rambling.
“Spend the night.”
The softness and warmth of your mattress had managed to keep you toasty throughout the frosty winter morning. You curl up onto your pillow and stretch only to open your eyes and discover your naked body entangled with the linen sheets underneath your frame. Swallowing hard, the notable fatigue from your encounter with Taehyung is evident in your inner thighs and the unpleasantries of a morning hangover soon rakes over your brain.
You slowly rise from where you lay only to find the other side of your bed to be completely tattered. Pillows clearly slept on and your clothes folded over by the foot of your bed. You blush at the thought of Taehyung gather all of your tattered clothing early in the morning only for him to sneakily depart from your household.
However, the smell of bacon soon emerge from the other side of the door and you are lured by the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. A muffled conversation is being held right next door and you scramble to search for a clean pair of pajamas to keep you warm and decent for your appearance that morning.
Creaking open your bedroom door to enter your living room into the kitchen, you are perplexed to see a shirtless Taehyung wearing a pair of plaid pajamas with a white t-shirt on himself. But what truly catches you off-guard is Hobi offering Taehyung a mug while he pours himself a hearty cup of coffee while Michelle cracks open the egg in a pool of bacon grease.
“How many did you guys have to drink?” Hobi curiously interrogates Taehyung.
“All we had was the champagne and we may have finished the last bits of tequila.” Michelle makes a face that contorts into disgust and you agree because you recall the burn of the spirit down your throat.
“Speak of the devil,” Michelle’s eyes darts over your confused state. “Good morning, sunshine. I’m making your eggs how you like it; drenched in bacon fat.”
Unaware of the strange situation right in front of you, you amble towards the cupboard where you grab yourself a mug, redirecting it towards Hobi signaling to pour yourself a cup as well.
Unsure of what to really say currently, you take careful sips of the hot caffeine into your mouth. Your eyes meet Taehyung who can’t seem to read your expression well. Your brows knit together at how Michelle and Hoseok had manage to treat having Taehyung over at your household as a normal occurrence.
You were expecting Michelle to be kicking the poor soul out of the apartment.
But here he was standing sharing a cup of coffee and sharing stories with your roommate and her boyfriend — your two best friends.
“A — alright, what the fuck is going on? Morning afters with him always end up a disaster.” Michelle raises both her brows at you and Taehyung can’t help but chuckle to himself as he swallows his cup of joe.
“Oh, c’mon, YN. I’m not that evil now, am I? It’s the new year, I don’t want to be rude to our first guest of the year.” She reaches for a clean plate before she offers you two cooked eggs with a slice of bacon and toast on the side. “Please eat. You need carbs in your system because Taehyung tells me you guys didn’t drink enough water before you two went to bed which is why I have these for you.” Popping open the lid of a painkillers, she offers you the proper dosage.
Taking the two small pills into your mouth before you swallow them dry, you knit your brows further still attempting to understand the complexity of the predicament you have found yourself in. You take a sit on the stool where Taehyung seems to be sitting.
“How do you like your eggs, Taehyung?”
“Scrambled, please.”
Michelle then cracks two eggs into the pan before she hastily scrambled the eggs into the pan, hoping it would be enough to satiate his appetite.
“Where did you get these? I’m pretty sure I returned all your clothes that I have lying around here.”
“They’re Hoseok’s.” Taehyung simply answers. “I hope you don’t mind, but I used your robe to get a glass of water earlier this morning and — uh, he offered to let me use some spare clothes he had lying around your apartment, so I figured it’d be better than using your robe.” He chuckles and Hoseok laughs along with him as well.
“Yeah, man, I don’t know when you have to fly back to New York, but just leave it here when you’re done.”
“Thanks.” He expresses simply before Michelle places two slices of cooked bacon and the rest of the scrambled eggs on the side along with a slice of toast.
“Eat up, you two. You guys didn’t really drink much, but you weren’t hydrated enough before you two went to bed.” Michelle sighs. “It’s the basics of hangover prevention! I expect you guys to learn from this.” She scolds once more and you begin diving into your breakfast, shoveling the heated breakfast placed right in front of you.
Unaware of the conversation Hobi started between him and Taehyung, off of the corner of your eyes, you see Michelle excuse herself to her room. However, she shoots you a look before she enters inside your room — a signal for you to excuse yourself as well. “Um, I’m going to go look for my phone really quickly.” You conjure up an excuse before you lift yourself off of the bar stool and scramble over to your bedroom where you had caught Michelle awaiting for your presence inside your bedroom.
“Okay, I know it looks bad.” Her eyes had scanned your room, but you were tight lip when you see that your room had been relatively neat and organized. Your outfit and Taehyung’s attire from the previous night had been folded at the foot of your bed while his side of the bed had been tidied up. However, you were very much aware of the ripped up condom packet at the nightstand which gave an indication of your rendezvous.
“But I’m sure it was because we were drunk.” You lied through your teeth.
“He told me he wasn’t drunk.”
You stood silent and you chewed on your cheek.
“He wasn’t drunk?” You questioned.
“Did you think he was drunk?”
“I — I wasn’t drunk.” You confessed with blushed cheeks, unaware that Taehyung had lied about being drunken the previous night.
“So you were both sober?”
You shook your head, swallowing hard when you sat on your bed. “I was… buzzed, perhaps. But I honestly thought he had been drunk and I convinced myself that I didn’t want him anymore, but I think I was just trying to find an excuse to be with him again.”
Michelle nods in agreement, wide-eyed at your justification. “He wants you back, YN.”
“You don’t know that.” You counter.
“I caught him in our kitchen this morning, YN.”
You furrowed your brows in confusion.
“He was naked.”
Your brows raised at once.
“I was, too.”
You sputtered at your thoughts and couldn’t help but escape a cackle, hoping it would lighten up the awkward with your roommate.
“I’m serious, YN! Do you know how embarrassing it is to walk out and see him butt naked in our kitchen looking for water?” You can’t help but continued chortling to yourself, clutching onto your robe. “I ran back in my room, telling Hobi to give him a pair of pajamas! The poor thing didn’t have anything to sleep!” Tears began swelling at the corners of your eyes and you grinned from ear to ear at her story.
Michelle nudged you playfully before she sat right next to you, settling into the comforts of your queen sized mattress. “When we were both decent, he said something along the lines of me hating him so much that I should probably leave the apartment.”
Your grin disappears at his statement, surprised to hear the statement leave her lips. “I was this close to calling an Uber back to his hotel.” Michelle sighs before she closes her eyes and you chew on your cheek, seeing that she is about to reveal something she wasn’t expecting. “But he said that he had a late Christmas present for you in the car.” You raise your brows, still confused about the statement. “And then he asked — very politely, may I add — if he could leave a painkiller and a glass of water by your nightstand, just to make sure you don’t suffer searching for the damn thing like you always do when you’re hang over.”
There is a giddiness at the depths of your chest that made the corner of your mouth twitch into a weak grin.
“He never did that before.” Michelle sighs as she stares at the ceiling. “You both just fuck and then he sneaks out in the morning. I catch up him so many times leaving your room and he doesn’t say a word — doesn’t really give a shit about you.” Inhaling deeply when she turns to look at you, you turn to look her in the eye as well. “He asked me if he was allowed to spend the night… just to make sure you were okay when you woke up.”
You immediately turn away from her profile, this time, you stare at the ceiling. “It’s different now because it seems like he seems to give a shit about you, YN.” She concludes and you begin to nibble at your supple bottom lip, concerned at her thoughts. “It could be some kind of facade. But, when you talk to him, he’s not… that bad.”
You agree with her statement and tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Are you guys planning on getting back together or what?”
You shrug at her statement, attempting to piece the puzzle together as well. “We haven’t really discussed it. All I remember is we had our second shot and everything sort of… unravelled itself. One thing led to another and we couldn’t help ourselves from then on.” You whisper ever so softly, afraid that he would overhear your vulnerable thoughts. ��It was… different last night; too raw to reply, to be honest.” You sigh in bliss and you try to shake your head back to reality.
“I… I really don’t want to discuss anything — I don’t want to establish something we’re both not ready to handle, you know?”
She nods and gives you a meek grin, proud that you were — at least — attempting to take your time with your decision and your feelings regarding the current predicament.
Pushing yourself up from where you laid on your bed, you offer your hand for Michelle to get up from your mattress as well. “C’mon, who knows what Hobi is telling about me? I’d like to defend myself, you know.” You were hasty to your door when you hear a booming laughter come from the kitchen.
Ready to turn the knob of your bedroom door, you hear Michelle call out your name.
“YN,” she begins and you turn to her, wondering what else she has to say. “Believe it or not, but you’re glowing. That’s how I know it’s different.”
The muffled trickling of keys from outside immediately dropped the current conversation to hushed whispers. Because not only could you hear the muffled sounds of keys rattling outside your door, but you could also hear the sounds of Jin’s whining from your front door.
“I already told you guys before we left I left my key at my fucking place before we left to get the donuts. I don’t understand why I’m getting all the blame.” He hisses at somebody and you stand up from where you sat right next to Taehyung, folding your arms as you await for him to open the door.
“Because I texted you before I left to bring your keys, hyung. You’ve been boasting how you only have access to YN and Michelle’s apartment considering I’ve been revoked of my fucking keys because I threw that Friendsigivng at their place when they went back to visit their parents and left their place completely trashed.” He rattled the keys unlocking the first knob and attempting to jiggle the key into the other lock. “And Yoongi-hyung says he lost his, so you were the only one with keys!”
“Stop arguing, you imbeciles.” Yoongi grumbles before the door swings open slowly only to see Taehyung completely stop mid conversation at the presence of Jin, Jimin, Tiffany who held balloons that spelled out ‘Congratulations!’ and, finally, Yoongi who held the two stereotypical pink boxes that most likely contained donuts.
“Oh, shit, we didn’t think you guys would be up this fucking early.” Jimin scans the room to see Hobi already working on the dishes, Michelle is sat on the other end of the section sofa while Taehyung sat comfortably on the other end. However, you were busy tidying up the kitchen along with Hobi.
“And we have a new face!” Tiffany’s dulcet tones follows a cumbersome tension in the entire room. At this point, everyone is fully aware of your previous feelings for Yoongi and his feelings for yours.
To have Tiffany acknowledge Taehyung’s presence somehow is much better than any of the three acknowledging him because she reaches over to extend her arm while introducing herself.
“I’m Tiffany — Yoongi’s girlfriend. Sorry for barging in just like that. I just get really excited meeting new people, s’all.”
Taehyung stands from where he sat and extends his arms shaking her hand as a response and nodding along to acknowledge Jin, Jimin, and Yoongi. “I’ve heard about you from YN. It’s nice to meet you.” He darts his eyes towards you raising his brows only for you to blush scarlet, avoiding any eye contact with your three other best friends.
“It’s been — what? Nearly a year since we’ve seen you, Taehyung.” Jin clearly forces a smile trying to keep the atmosphere as friendly as possible. Jimin already quite familiar with Taehyung’s personality and reads the expression of Michelle’s faces that she has seemed to be completely unfazed by his presence. However, her eyes pay close attention to Yoongi’s tense jaw as he examined the man at the center of the room.
“In case you didn’t know, Tiffany, I — I’ve dated YN for a while.” He clears the air, hoping to break the sudden tension in the room and you shake your head at his sheer audacity. However, it did bring some sort of relief to the situation. He always seemed like the type not to hide anything. He was transparent for the right reasons. There was nothing really to hide at this point.
“Which is why everyone is so surprised to see me here… again.”
“Oh, I see.” Tiffany concludes, nibbling on her bottom lip and silence fills the air. But you come to the realization that you were questioning why the four new guests were somehow invited to your household.
“Hold on, what are we celebrating? What’s with the balloons and donuts?” You raise the question only for everyone to go wide-eyed before Taehyung tilts his head nonchalantly.
“Didn’t Michelle tell you in your bedroom earlier?” Taehyung scratches his head but the perplexes expression painted on your face answered it for him.
“Oh my god, YN, please don’t tell me you haven’t taken a long at Michelle’s goddamn hand.” Jin practically scolds and your eyes shoot over to where Michelle had scurried off to Hobi and you catch sight of the bright, shining diamond gracing her ring finger and you feel the high pitched screech erupt from your hand at the top of your lungs, running over to Michelle.
“I swear to god, Hobi! I didn’t think you had the fucking guts to do it!” You yelp at the newly engaged couple right in front of you.
You leaped into the arms of Michelle and Hobi, bursting with so much joy that you couldn’t contain the grin that stretched from ear to ear right across your face.
“Alright, how much do we owe you, Taehyung?” Michelle nudges at Hobi and Taehyung shoves his hands in the depths of the sweatpants he wore.
“Ten bucks each, so twenty.”
“Wh —“
“We made a bet to see how long you’d figure out. Hobi thought you’d notice straight away, I thought you’d notice once breakfast was done and you would help clean up around the house, and Taehyung said you wouldn’t notice until someone gave it away.” You rolled your eyes at the three of them, immediately nudging Taehyung’s side only to have him wrap an arm around your neck, resting his arm on your shoulder while he nestles his head on top of yours.
“You guys suck, you know that?” You grumble only for Jimin to search through all your cupboards, searching for something around the kitchen. “Jimin-ssi, what are you looking for?”
“Wine.” He sighs only to be defeated to see the empty bottles by the end of the counter. “You guys must have been completely blacked out if you finished that all to yourself.”
“It wasn’t just me. Taehyung had some to drink too.”
“Plus, it’s not like we drank it all at once.” He clarifies only for Jin to realize that Yoongi had raised a single brow at the statement, already shoving a donut inside his mouth to keep himself busy, unable to distract himself from the old flame right in front of his eyes.
“We need a toast, you guys! We’re at that age where we have friends who are engaged.” Jimin emphasized only to look through the refrigerator only to find a gallon of milk along with orange juice and he sets the gallon of milk, grabbing 8 glasses from the cabinets to pour them in each.
“Alright, everyone, grab a donut.”
Jin flips open both boxes only to reveal the heavenliest of donuts before everyone’s eyes only for you to grab a chocolate donut and grabbing a glass of milk to hold up. “Tiffany, honey, I know your resolution was to make healthier choices, but we can always go for a run right after this. It’s a special occasion.”
Everyone couldn’t help but laugh at Tiffany’s reluctance to reach for a donut, but she grabs the smallest out of the bunch before she grabs a glass of milk to herself. At the corner of your eye, you had caught a glimpse of Yoongi’s arms circling around her waist, nuzzling his nose into her hair before he places a single kiss on her head.
There is a hot swell on your throat as you look away only to feel a heated pressure at the small of your back to see Taehyung reach for the same donut as you and you offer him a glass of milk for him.
“To Michelle and Hobi-hyung,” Jimin starts only for everyone to clink their glasses, sharing a toast. “Who knew that YN and Yoongi would be the ones traumatized to witness you two butt-naked on this very spot?” His hands pats on the kitchen countertop and makes an atrocious reaction at the realization of their sweating bodies on the marbled counter top. “I must admit, I cannot believe I’m saying this, but we cannot wait to witness even more naked shenanigans from you two.”
An eruption of laughter fills the atmosphere and there is a sense of tranquility and solidarity with all of the dynamics of each and every individual in the room. When each person takes one large gulp of the milk, you all take a bite of the soft donuts only for Michelle and Hobi to share a delicate and sweet kiss.
There is a tug to your side where Taehyung pulls you closer only to watch him devour the rest of his donut and he drinks the rest of his milk. A milk mustache forms on his lips and you wipe it off with your thumb, chortling at his playful personality.
Suddenly, the ache in your chest numbs down to a bare strangle.
And, for once, your eyes aren’t locked on him.
“Hey, uh, congratulations again for getting engaged and all.” Taehyung awkwardly interrupts the conversation between Michelle and Hoseok only for Michelle to raise her brows at him. “Thanks for — you know, earlier this morning.” He scratched the back of his head as you observe him from afar.
“You mean, not kicking you out?”
Taehyung nods and you fold your arms, watching the dynamic between your roommate and your former partner unravel before your eyes. There was a glint of hope in the way her eyes traveled from head to toe and the desire for his eyes not to meet hers.
“You’re starting to grow on me, Taehyung-ie.” The man before you purses his lips and nods once at her final conclusion. You are confused, but — ultimately — curiouser about what the two have conversed about before you had awaken from your deep slumber. “Pretty sure YN will have you as her plus one for our wedding.” From the corner of her eye, Michelle glances at you before she winks over at him and he responds with a forced chuckle. “However, if you two have a repeat of your previous encounters, then I’ll be sending you an invitation, nevertheless.”
He looks up at her scratches the corner of his brow with a sly grin across his visage. “Well, let’s hope I won’t be getting one.” He implied causing a few stares from some listeners in your humble abode. A blush creeping on your cheeks at the realization that he had intentions of making sure that you two would not end up in this endless cycle of make-up and break-up.
“Say goodbye to everybody, Taehyung, because I’m walking you to your car.” As you capture his wrist around your fingers, he merely waves a goodbye to everyone, sending his pleasantries to all the people he had met and to Tiffany who he had the pleasure of being introduced to.
With the muffled goodbyes on the other side of the apartment, you close the front door right behind you before you begin stomping over to where the guest parking had been at your apartment complex.
“What — what did you mean by all of that?” You jumped straight onto the topic, not wanting to prolong the conversation.
“Do you have plans tonight?”
You shake your head no and with a crest of your brow, he tucks a strand of a stray hair behind your ear.
“Have dinner with me tonight.” He requests and you swallow at his statement. “I told you. I’m leaving tomorrow afternoon. I would like to spend the last day here with an old friend.”
“Flame. Old flame.” You correct him.
“Ah, right.” He merely chuckles but you push past him, pacing back and forth at the parking lot, trying to get a better understanding of the predicament you both were in.
“Why is Michelle being so nice to you? And what did you talk about with her —“
“Why don’t you go and ask her for yourself?”
“She — she won’t tell me.” You sighed, rolling your eyes in the process.
“Then have dinner with me tonight. Have you been to that new sushi restaurant downtown?”
“I — uh, no, I haven’t had the time to try it out.” You grumble chewing on the inside of your cheek, awaiting for his response.
“Then I’ll pick you up at 7 tonight, dear. If you really don’t want to go, just shoot me a text.” He unlocks his car and he begins his journey over to where he had parked. “If you’re in anyway interested, wear something comfortable.”
You stood there glued to the asphalt of the parking lot floors as he hops inside his vehicle, turning the engine on. You shake your head in disbelief at the audacity for him to leave you even more confused than ever; expecting to get answers, instead, you were given more questions and inquiries running at a hundred miles an hour racking in your brain.
You amble back to your apartment unit lethargically, trying to add two and two together before you see a figure standing outside of the front door of your apartment unit only to recognize it was Yoongi.
“Please don’t tell me they locked us out.”
“No, uh, we’re fine.” Yoongi merely grumbles and you fold your arms, hugging yourself for warmth as you feel the freezing breeze brush past your thin pajamas. “I was just curious about —“
“About?”
“Why he’s suddenly crawling back to you?”
Taken aback by his choice of words, you choose not to meet his eyes and they soon land on his shoes and your fuzzy slippers. The proximity of his stance from yours relatively distant from each other.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Yoongi.”
“Oh, c’mon, YN, you were doing so well. I haven’t seen Taehyung in months — you were doing well without him.” Knitting your brows at his estimation, there is a lock on your jaw when you realize that Yoongi had no idea of your encounter with Taehyung.
He was aware that you two had seen each other, but he wasn’t made aware of the gory details that occurred. As a matter of fact, it was only Michelle who really discovered of your encounter with Taehyung.
“I was doing well because I was desperate for a distraction, Yoongi.” You breathed out without hesitation, mustering up every ounce of courage in your system to look him straight in the eye.
“It may seem like I’m doing well — I earned a permanent position at my job, got promoted, and now I’m a possible candidate for another promotion. But that’s because I forced myself into this lifestyle, Yoongi. I forced myself to suppress any emotion I felt.”
He stood still frozen as he gazed right into your eyes. The clench in his jaw indicated that there was an obvious tension between the both of you.
“With or without Taehying, I wasn’t doing well, Yoongi.” You admitted and gnawed on the inside of your cheeks. “I was just findings ways to… not self-destruct.”
“You will if you go back to him.”
“He’s different now.” You defend and see the tinge of annoyance in Yoongi’s pretty face.
“Don’t be silly, YN. I don’t want to see you get hurt again.”
“Well, that’s just something we gotta get used to, I guess.” You grumble in annoyance as your teeth clatter against each other because of the cold.
“Stop being so stubborn. He doesn’t deserve another chance.”
You’re starting to grow annoyed at his words and you walk towards your front door, grabbing the knob. “Yoongi, I understand you’re my best friend, but don’t you think I’m doing this in an attempt to get over you?”
Glued to the cement, he is as a still as a statue at your response.
“I see you’re happy, Yoongs, so I’m going to try to be happy too.”
After hours of scouring through your wardrobe to find something “comfortable” for your date with Taehyung, you settled upon a black bodysuit that is tucked underneath a faux leather skirt. You complemented the outfit with a pair of stockings and knee high boots along with a blazer in case the location of the date was far more fancier than the usual.
But the blazer was absolutely unnecessary.
When Taehyung had picked you up from your quaint unit, he wore a black turtle neck along with a pair of black skinny jeans complemented with a long trench coat to protect him from the chilly weather.
He informs you that a colleague of his is still holding a viewing session of his photography collection in a near by art gallery which piqued your interest. Relieved to hear that you were more than interested with the idea of the exhibition, you two listened intently to his colleague present the final viewing session before you two ventured together.
Of course, Taehyung guided you through the exhibited admiring the angle and the perspective his colleague had decided on. You would listen intently, enjoying the decent moscato served. There is a familiar warmth in depths of your abdomen, not from the wine, but from the way his beautiful digits tangled along with manicured ones.
After the viewing session, he had reserved a spot by the new sushi restaurant you heard your co-workers discuss every month or so. You decided to order the quintessential edamame where you two would pick at the pods and pop each bean into your mouth while you two decided upon what to try. You were both interested in the different rolls they had to offer, popping each roll into your mouth in a split second.
“Holy fuck, you need to try this one.” He would say. You witness the way he effortlessly picks up the roll and hovers it by your lips and you open your mouth allowing him to pop the small morsel upon your tongue.
When you would close your mouth and start chewing, he would nod happily only to begin diving into a different roll.
The dinner ends when the both of you are sufficiently tapped out. However, to your surprise, there is a gelato boutique next door to the sushi bar and you persuade Taehyung that you would pay for his gelato since he had paid for dinner.
He takes up the offer.
You both request for a piccolo sized gelato. He ordered an agostino which was an Argentinian dulce de leech. Meanwhile, you were taken aback by the charcoal vanilla which you ultimately grew to love.
When you get the order you had both requested, Taehyung mysteriously jerks his heads outside only for you to follow behind him as he looks both ways to cross the street.
“Where are we going?” You grumble, struggling to catch up with him.
“We’re going for a walk.”
“Why are you going so fast?”
“Maybe you’re too slow.”
“Well, slow down for me, will you?” He chuckles at your whines and you began scooping the gelato into your mouth, allowing it to melt inside your mouth.
“Taste good?” He hums before he shovels a large scoop of his gelato inside his.
You nod at once. Your eyes settling on this cup and he moves it closer to you, nudging for you to try the agostino. You take a small scoop and place it on your tongue to taste the overtly sweet creaminess.
“Here, try mine.” You switch cups and while you mindlessly shovel more of his gelato into your mouth. Taehyung pauses, grins at the way your eyes glisten, despite the lack of light underneath the night sky.
He takes small shovels of your flavor into his mouth as you two amble around the block.
He could really get used to this.
The conversation that you two participated in had been interrupted by the high pitched tone in the depths of her purse. She hands you back the small cup before she fishes the phone, unlocking it.
He enjoys the way the bright light shines upon your smiling face.
However, his brows knit into one when he watches your beautiful smile drop into a frown. The inflection of confusion is evident in the way the crinkle in your eyes disappear and the furrow of your brows are put together.
“What is it?” He inquires and you lock your phone, not hastily, but you shake your head, offering him a grin to ease his worries. “Did something happen?”
“No, no. It’s nothing to worry about, to be honest.”
But you were lying — to yourself and to him.
“Who was it that texted you?”
You didn’t want to have to lie some more to him, so you decide to take smaller scoops of your gelato. Suddenly, you had lost your appetite. “It was Michelle.”
“What’d she say, if you don’t mind me asking?”
You paused momentarily, debating on whether you should answer him truthfully or not. There was nothing to hide at this point. Taehyung knew about your predicament with Yoongi.
However, would it be wise to disclose him on Yoongi’s stance between your renunion with the man right in front of you?
“She told me Yoongi had called Hoseok.. wondering where I was.”
“What’d he say?”
“He didn’t say anything. He wanted to consult with me, first.”
“You didn’t answer.”
“I’m on a date with you. It’d be rude of me to just text them, suddenly.”
The corner of his lips twitch to a weak grin. However, he understands your uncertainty of the predicament.
“You’re not sure what to do. You’re afraid if you tell Yoongi the truth, he’d be disappointed because we’re, hypothetically, together. But if you hide this from him, you’d feel like an awful friend for hiding such a big thing from him.” Taehyung voices out the dilemma and you shake your head, swallowing the heaviness of the situation.
“Taehyung, we are on a date.” You conclude and stop on your tracks, chewing on the inside of your cheeks. “As your date, my attention will solely be on you.” He appreciates the way you are approaching things. However, he stops you in front of you, eyes leveling with yours.
“And, as your date, I want you to have a good time and, clearly, you seeing that text dampened your mood.” You remained straight faced with him, losing all appetite for the Italian dessert laying on the palm of your hand. “I care about how you feel, YN. You can talk to me.”
He lifts his hands to caress your cheeks. The thumb nudging at the corner of your mouth to encourage a grin to appear on your visage. “Taehyung, the past two hours I’ve been with you, I — I have never felt this good about myself in a while.” You confess and he stops caressing your cheeks, pained to see that you sincerely have not been satisfied for the past six months you had not seen each other.
“A part of me is happy to hear that. But the other absolutely despises the fact that you’ve been suffering for this long.” There was a heat suffocating you on your throat and you grit your teeth, forcing yourself to hold back the water works.
“It’s true though and I want to savor every moment I have left with you. I don’t know when I’m going to see you again, so I’m going to be in the moment with you.” You conclude, not wanting to discuss your current dilemma with him — not because you didn’t want to discuss it with him, but because you were spending every moment with him on a ticking clock.
Unable to control himself any longer, Taehyung leans down to firmly press his mouth onto yours. Petals enveloping your own and the heat of his tongue swipes across your lower lip to express just how truly touched he was by your words. His hand cupping your profile and swiping away your flying hair against the cool wind.
Eyes half-lidded with warmth and pleasure, you return the action with as much fervor as he had originally began with. His tongue tasted of the milky treat and you were growing addicted to the taste of the gelato. Careful not to spill any of the melted gelato onto him, you are already slithering your arms around his figure, pulling away to gasp for air.
“As much as I’d like to do so much more than kiss you,” Taehyung was the first to speak between the both of you. He tucks a strand of your hair behind ear and caresses the softness of your cheeks. “It’s starting to get a little late and I have an early flight tomorrow.” He sighs sadly, staring right into your eyes.
A small pout has formed upon your face and you decide that perhaps it’s best you both stop now.
“Time flies by when you’re having too much fun.” At your simple statement, Taehyung leans down and pecks your mouth delicately. His thumb nudging at the corner of your mouth.
“C’mon, let’s get you home.” He announces and you can’t help but agree with him. Delicate digits lace themselves around his skinny, beautiful ones as you both walk back to where he had originally parked.The entire ride back to your humble abode you spent the entire time singing many throwback love ballads at the top of your lungs. Two empty gelato cup nestled in between your thighs while you harmonized with Taehyung’s beautiful baritone voice.
He steers left and enters your apartment complex where you both try to calm your giddiness by lowering the volume of the radio. He pulls right in front of your building and you turn to him when he puts it on park and he bites his lip when he looks at you.
“I had an amazing time, YN.” Taehyung declares and you nod, blushing. “Who knew we would start off the new year together, huh?” He can’t hold himself from cupping your face and kissing your cheek, returning back his initiation by deepening the kiss.
“I had a good time too.” You sigh into his mouth and are reminded of your previous encounters the night before. “A — Are you sure you don’t want to come inside?”
“As much as I’d love to extend my evening, but I really need to get some packing done and get an early night in considering I’ll be traveling all day.” You were satisfied with his answer. Though, initially, you were upset he wouldn’t ease your desires, you were glad that you both were taking it gradually slow.
At least this time, you were taking it slow.
“I know it may be too soon, but do you know when I get to see you again?”
He pulls away momentarily to think back. “I’m not quite sure. I do travel every other week because it’s part of the job. Most of the time, it’s here in Los Angeles, but it’s not a hundred percent guarantee.”
“I understand.” You replied and his grin softens when he lays his eyes on your mouth once again, placing the gentlest of kisses on your soft petals. “I guess I’ll see you whenever I can then.” His fingers tickle the back of your neck when you both share a sweet kiss.
However, you are interrupted by the bright light shingling right to your right. The sounds of the glass tapping right next to you startles you and Taehyung is visibly confused to see Tiffany and Yoongi standing right next to his rental car.
Your eyes meet Yoongi’s and you are visibly stiff from where you sat, shocked to see the couple outside.
Taehyung rolls down the window for you and Tiffany waves a hello to the both of you.
“Oh my god, you guys! You got back together!”
You both immediately shook your heads, wanting to clear the other. There is a wave of relief in Yoongi’s face, but shame in Tiffany’s at her assumption.
“No, we’re… we’re trying to work things out, but not officially together.” Taehyung clarifies.
“Oh, noted.” Tiffany nods and bites her lower lip. “I’m so glad you both get a second chance at something though. You guys should have came earlier though! We had a Disney movie night with Michelle and Hobi. It would have been a cool triple date.”
At the mention of your future plans with Taehyung, Yoongi has returned to his state of disbelief once again. Unsure of how to react, he remains difficult to read.
“I bet it would’ve have been fun.” You sighed and turn to Taehyung, kissing him on the cheek, hoping for the cumbersome atmosphere to die down. “Call me when you’ve arrived to your hotel safely.”
When you hop out of the car, Taehyung says his goodbyes to both Tiffany and Taehyung and he exits the apartment complex, relieved to have clarified it for everyone that you and Taehyung were just working things out.
“I’ll see you guys later. I’m… really fucking tired, but we should definitely have another movie night next weekend or something.” You grin at Tiffany and fish your apartment keys out of your purse, hugging Tiffany goodbye before you head back to door.
There was a part of you that screamed to avoid any physical contact with Yoongi, but you did not want to alert the already tense moment by not offering him one in front of Tiffany. However, he had already decided upon himself to dismiss the conversation but unlocking his car where had parked.
“God, he’s been grumpy all night.” Tiffany complains and your curiosity is piqued. What could have possibly irked him so much to the point that he is still vexed up until now? You bite back any inquiries regarding his mood; afraid that perhaps it had something to do with your little reunion with Taehyung.
“Nothing like wine and chocolate can’t fix. I’m sure that’ll brighten up his mood.” You advise and Tiffany agrees before she waves another goodbye. Turning away from the departing couple, you attempt to fish out the keys out of your purse and enter your unit.
The living room is pristine. You would have assumed that it’d be trashed for the evening, but the cushions had been positioned beautifully on the sectional. Not a single crumb laid on the carpeted floors of your apartment and the scent of vanilla lingers in the air. The lights are turned off at the hallway and inside Michelle’s room, assuming that the couple have turned in for the night.
When you strip your coat off of your frame, you hear the lightest of knocks behind you, sneaking a peek inside the peep hole to see Yoongi awaiting for a response. Unlocking all the locks and opening the door for him, he invites himself inside and you are ultimately confused at his presence.
“Did you forget anything?” You inquired, unsure of his purpose for coming back inside your abode.
“How was your date with Taehyung?” You held your breath at the mention of his name and, suddenly, you can feel the density of the atmosphere around you. It was unbelievably quiet and all you can hear is the ticking noises of your noisy kitchen clock.
“I had a good time. If you were curious, we went to that sushi place downtown and there was a gelato shop next door.” His jaw tightens as you reply and he scratches the back of his neck, swallowing at his following inquiry.
“Was it really good enough that you had to reconsider getting back together with him?”
“Yoongi, it was just… a date. Taehyung and I don’t even know what’s going on, so we’re going to take it slow —“
“What the fuck does that mean? Hoseok says you guys fucked last night and, now, you’re taking it slow?” His annoyance was infectious and the knitting of your brows was a sign to Yoongi that you were puzzled with his current stance in your relationship.
“Why does it matter to you, Yoongs? Quite frankly, my dating life is none of your concern. You have your own to cherish and rejoice in. Meanwhile, I’m still trying to puzzle the pieces together.”
“I don’t want you to get hurt again.” He seethes and you scoff at his reason.
“I’ve gotten used to it, alright? I appreciate the concern, but this is my decision to make — not yours or Michelle’s or Hoseok’s — mine.” You take a step closer and you can’t help but savor the scent of his new cologne that Tiffany had recently bought as his Christmas gift.
He stays silent as he reads your face, looking you directly in the eye before you swallow hard.
“Can you answer me honestly?”
You nod once and you can feel your heart beating faster, jaw clenching at the anticipation of his question.
“Why are you so hesitant to go back with him? You had sex with him, agreed to go on a date with him — why take things slow? What’s with the reluctance to establish a relationship when you think he’s changed?” The question hit you hard and there was one simple answer to it, but you bit your tongue because it’d complicate everything so much more; Because if you answered honestly at that very moment, everything at that moment would be real.
You were still in love with him.
And the way your eyes remained disconnected from his. Your breath hot as you sighed, releasing all the exasperation in this sticky situation was enough for Yoongi to understand your hesitation.
Nothing had to be said.
Frustrated with the excruciating silence filling the air, Yoongi takes a sharp inhale before instinctively cups your face into his palms and crashes his mouth onto yours. It was unexpected yet almost necessary for a moment like this. Months of pent up anguish, frustration, and desire to feel his mouth on yours, it was finally happening.
His mouth tasted sweet like ice cream. You hated the way you can taste a slight taste of strawberry on his mouth because you knew he had kissed Tiffany and it was her lipgloss that you were tasting. Suddenly, you are overwhelmed with Tiffany.
He wouldn’t kiss Tiffany like this. Unless, you didn’t think he had kiss Tiffany like this. He was kissing you like it was his last dying breath and you despised that he was good at it. You can feel the pace of his breathing when your bodies collide against each other, seeking for more contact than a lust driven kiss.
And you can’t help but inhale the scent of his goddamn cologne. It was intoxicating and you could smell the fabric softener of his clothes rubbing against yours. The callouses on his digits were rough on your cheeks, but there was a tenderness in the way he caressed them. A roughness in the way his other set of digits would tug at the root of your hair but a sense of comfort int he way the pads of his finger massage your scalp.
You were putty in his hands and you savored his mouth.
But it was too overwhelming; the taste of chocolate ice cream now tasted of strawberry lip gloss and the smell of his sandalwood cologne now a coconut infused perfume that littered his shirt.
The palms of your hands landing on his chest as you gently tugged his much bigger frame off of yours. The hold he had on you now gone and you whimpered at the loss of his touch.
“T — Tiffany’s waiting for you.” There is a look of pain and regret painted on your visages and you wiped his taste off of your mouth, hating the fact that you loved the way he tasted. You wanted every fiber of him off of you, avoiding addiction.
“Right.” He cleared his throat as he backed away from your frozen body and he clutches the knob of the door. “YN, please —“
“My… lips are sealed.” You breathe, knowing very well that you two had committed into something that has ultimately ruin someone’s trust and happiness.
“Thanks.” He opens the door and turns around. However, before he leaves, he turns to you and you can see a sense of sadness in his visage. “N — Nothing has changed, hasn’t it?”
The tears began building up in your eyes because you knew perfectly well what he was talking about.
Even six months later, you two were hopelessly in love with each other.
“Not one single bit.”
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MANHATTAN MADNESS by Chili Peeler
Chapter 1
Jim Andrews stared through the window of the plane as it came in for a landing at LaGuardia. He had never seen anything as impressive as the island of Manhattan; it looked like every square inch of the island was filled with a skyscraper. At 17 years of age, the biggest city he had ever been to had been Des Moines. When his sister, Elizabeth, had written to him and asked him if he wanted to come visit her, he'd jumped at the chance. He felt the same urge as Elizabeth had; to get out of the backwater burg his family lived in back in eastern Nebraska. He admired the way Elizabeth had just tore out one night, leaving a note for their parents that she was going to travel and see what else was out there in the world. That had been 3 years ago and no one in the family had seen her since. Occasionally a postcard would come, addressed to him, from different cities around the country. Chicago, New Orleans, Dallas......but never with a return address. Then, a few weeks ago, a letter. And then a week later, a round trip ticket from Topeka.
The plane was coming in low now over the Long Island Sound. He'd studied a map in the family Encyclopedia Britannia; probably outdated but he doubted they had changed the name of the Sound. He looked over again at Manhattan, still not believing his sister had made it this far from home. Jim came out of the airplane entrance ramp, walking in the midst of other passengers. He moved forward, swinging his head from side to side, looking for Beth. He tried to keep in mind, as he scanned the faces around the gate, that his sister was sure to have changed in the three years she'd been gone. The crowd began to thin away, people meeting their families and heading for the baggage claim. Jim was beginning to feel dumb, standing there with his head swiveling around. "Jim?!" He looked around and there she was - his big sister, Elizabeth. Man, had she ever changed! When she's left, she'd had short brown hair and the fashion sense of any other teenaged girl from eastern Nebraska, namely jeans and T-shirts. But now there was a wild looking girl....no, woman...in tight black Lycra pants, a bright red half-shirt that let her stomach bare and a tan suede jacket with lots of tassels swinging everywhere. Her hair was now blondish, long, over her shoulders with a tight curl. "Look at my baby brother - all grown up!" Beth said as she ran up to him and gave him a big hug which he returned with equal affection. "Beth, man, I've missed you..look at you!" He let her go and motioned to her attire. "You look like a fashion model or something." "What, these old things!" Beth laughed. "When in New York, do as the Yorkers do. Come on, let's go get your bags. I'm sorry I was late...it was hell getting a taxi today." "You don't have a car?" Jim said. "No one in New York has a car. There's barely enough room for the people. You'll see. This the most remarkable city in the world..... Tomorrow I can show you around, do the tourist thing." "Sounds good to me." Jim said as they headed down the concourse. In the cab on the way to Elizabeth's place, they caught up a little on the three intervening years. Elizabeth asked about the old town, the high school, if he knew anything about any of her old friends. Jim pumped her for the things she had seen on her travels, how she liked New York, etc. Beth seemed to want to steer away from the topic of why she hadn't kept in touch with the family more; she would just say that it was probably best for everyone, then added she hadn't wanted to worry them. "So, tell me, little brother, do you have a girlfriend back there?" "Well, I've had my share but I'm free at the moment. Why? You got someone you want to set me up with while I'm here?" "No, I was just wondering. When I left, you were still in the 'girl's are yucky' stage." Elizabeth laughed. "Yeah, well, I came to my senses." Jim smiled as the taxi slowed and pulled to the curb in front of tall brick building. "This is it." Beth said as she opened her door. A few minutes later, Beth was opening the door to her fifth story apartment loft. She walked in and hit the lights as her brother carried his case in. "Holy shit! This place is great." Jim complimented her as he looked around. The apartment had real high ceiling, wood floors, cool furniture. "Glad you like it. You can put your bag in here," Beth walked over to a door and turned on the light. He went into the bedroom and dumped his bag on the bed. The room was modern looking and clean. Overhead there was a skylight that was sure to let all the light in in the morning; sleeping in was going to be tough. "You'll be staying in here. This is my room usually. I'll be sharing my roommate's bedroom." "Roommate?" "Yeah, did you think I could afford this place by myself?" "I don't know. What kind of a job do you have?" Jim asked. "I'm a hostess at a club here in town. A really trendy place. It's private, in fact." "And what, you are on a salary?" "Yeah, but most
of the money comes from tips. The member's are loaded....it's really easy work. Just a lot of smiling. Anyway, I hope you're hungry, I'm going to make us some dinner." "I'm starving...all I got was some peanuts on the flight." "Good. Go ahead and unpack and I'll get things going." Beth left him, pulling off her suede coat as she went into the living area. Jim watched her leave and for the first time thought of how attractive Beth had become. She had to know that the clothes she wore left little to the imagination. The tight pants showed off her fine legs and cute bottom. Jim bet she played on her good looks at that club of hers, flashing a smile at the old codgers who'd give her a big tip just for the illusion of her maybe being attainable. Being blessed with good looks was a pretty easy way to get by in life but he couldn't hold that against Beth. It had gotten her away from Shitville, Nebraska. Jim put his clothes in some empty drawers and took his toiletries into the bathroom. Being a neat person by habit, he opened the medicine cabinet to see if there was enough room for his deodorant and shaver. And was surprised to find the cabinet totally empty. Not a bottle of pills, not a pair of tweezers, not a jar of nail polish - nothing. He opened the drawers by the sink and found them empty as well. The absence of any girlie items anywhere in the bathroom struck him as curious. He didn't think Beth had emptied everything out and taken it into her roommate's bathroom; no reason to go to all that trouble, just take the essentials over. The bathroom looked like it wasn't even being used. Jim stowed his stuff in the drawer, kicked off his shoes and went out to see what his sister was making for dinner. "Whoa! Who is this?" Jim said as he looked at a picture of his sister and another woman near the entrance to the kitchen. "Oh, that's Julie, my roommate....well, don't walk on your tongue!" Beth said as she took a bowl out of the cupboard. Julie looked like every man's ideal woman. In the picture, she was standing next to Beth with her arm around her shoulders. Beth was probably 5' 7". Unless Beth was standing in a hole, Julie must be at least 6' 2". Brunette, almost black hair, worn to mid-back with lots of body. Her face was attractive - not great, sorta tough looking but it certainly could be overlooked. But it was Julie's body from the neck down that probably stopped men in their tracks. Julie was stacked. Big round tits with a lot of cleavage showing. 'No way those are real,' Jim thought to himself. Hips that flared nicely, plenty of meat to grab onto there. Legs that looked like she had worn out a Stairmaster. 'She looks like a fuckin' superhero,' Jim thought. Finally he moved on into the kitchen where Beth was smiling at him knowingly. "Yeah, she gets that reaction a lot," Beth said as he leaned against the counter. "I bet she does. Is that all her?" Jim said as he motioned with his hand over his chest. "No.....but she says it was the best $5000 she ever spent." "$5000?! What kind of work does she do? That's a lot of money." "Well...she's an agent, I guess. She hooks people up." Beth said. "Like how?" Jim was intrigued. "Well, she sorta acts like a headhunter." Beth continued after Jim gave her a quizzical look. "She's like a talent agent, finding people for jobs." "Oh, I see." "Don't let her looks fool you," Beth said as she opened the refrigerator and handed him a beer, "Julie's a smart cookie, too." "So how did you two meet?" "At a gym. I was living with this guy for awhile, a real jerk as it turns out, but anyway, I could use his pass fro his health club. Julie and I just got talking and we hit it off. She's probably the best friend I've ever had. She pay's for the lionshare of the expenses for this place." "Well, you've really fallen in it here......penthouse apartment, good job...it sure beats milking the cows at 5 A.M." "Oh God, don't remind
me!" Beth said as she opened a beer for herself. Jim heard the front door open. Beth did too. "That must be Julie," she said to Jim. "JUUULLLEEESS!" "YEEAHH!" "Well, come and meet her," Beth said as she took her brother's hand. They exited the kitchen walking into the dining area and there she was - Julie and the picture didn't do her justice. She was looking through a stack of mail, wearing a form fitting short dress. She looked up then and jerked her head to the side, sending her hair over her shoulder. It was quick natural movement but Jim got the feeling she had waited until they could see her before she did it. "Julie, this is Jim." "So this is your little brother." Julie said as she walked over to them, the emphasis on the word 'little'. "I'd hate to see your 'big' brother." Jim liked the fact that Julie was complimenting him on his physique. He was 5' 11" with muscle from working long hours around the family farm. Julie extended her hand and Jim shook it. "Nice to meet you, Julie." he said and meant it, willing himself not to look at her fantastic chest. Julie could be fodder for many a night of masturbation. "You got a nice strong grip, Jim. You work out?" "Nah. Just work around the farm." he said. "Baling hay, other exciting stuff." "Yeah, Lizzie's told me all about the farm life." Julie said with a wry smirk. Julie bend slightly and gave Elizabeth a peck on her cheek. Elizabeth looked at Jim after it happened but then Julie continued, "So what do you kids have planned for tonight." Jim guessed Julie was maybe 30; certainly older than he at 17 and Elizabeth at 21. Being called a 'kid' made Jim twinge but he got the feeling that was just the way Julie was. Like she wanted to get a reaction. "Nothing tonight." Beth said. "I'm whipping up some dinner and I thought we'd just relax." "I just stopped by to get another pair of shoes," Julie said. "I've got a meeting later, so I'll have to pass on dinner. I'll be back around 11. You'll still be up, right?" "Oh sure, you know me." Beth replied. "All right then, I'll see you guys later." Julie walked off toward the door to the other bedroom on the other side of the apartment. Jim watched her bottom all the way. Beth punched him in the arm to bring him out of it. "You men are all alike!" she said giggling as she went back into the kitchen. Jim followed her. "So shoot me. There's nothing like that back on the farm....Lizzie." "Don't you start with the Lizzie, too. Julie started calling me that but I don't want it to catch on. Beth is just fine." Jim heard the front door open and close again as Julie headed back out into the city for her meeting. Beth was rooting around in the cupboard, pulling out spice bottles. "Dammit!" she said exasperated. "We're out of basil....I'm gonna run down to the market and get some. Without the basil, this dish just doesn't make it." "Hey, don't go to any trouble....." Jim said as he followed her out into the living area. "The market's just around the corner. I'll only be a few minutes." She grabbed her jacket and headed for the door. Left alone, Jim wandered around. He went outside on the patio that was off the dining area and looked at the surrounding buildings in the fading dusk. He went into the kitchen and lifted the lid on what Beth was preparing; it looked like an Italian sausage dish. He roamed into the livingroom and studied the prints on the walls; they were all of women, paintings by a guy named Nagel. They reminded him of some of the artwork in the front of Playboy magazines, mildly erotic. He was walking near the door to Julie's room and the door was open, so he poked his head in. The bedroom was larger than the one he was staying in; obviously this was the master bedroom of the apartment. Same skylight, a king-size bed with black and white bedding, same sliding door for the closet and the bathroom door in the same place as in the other
bedroom. Jim was going to move back out into the apartment when he noticed something very interesting sitting on the far bedside table. He couldn't be absolutely sure it was what he thought it was; a magazine was covering part of it. He was going to walk over and check it out but he heard a key being inserted in the front door. Quickly he moved a few feet to the nearby entertainment center and made like he was looking at their music selections as Elizabeth came through the door. "Told you that wouldn't take too long," she said as she pulled off her coat. "Come on and help me set the table." "Sure," Jim said as he followed her toward the kitchen. His thoughts, however, were on what he thought he had seen in Julie's bedroom. It had sure looked like there was a pair of handcuffs under that magazine.
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Fireflies
Fandom: Monkie Kid
Pairing: OC/Canon
Prompt: Person A can tell that Person B is having a nightmare because they’re making weird noises/motions in their sleep so Person A wakes them up and asks if they’re okay.
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He was never a heavy sleeper; he didn't sleep much at all if he was being honest. He was used to staying awake to watch for any sneaky demons looking to become immortal. That time has long since passed, but the habit stayed. Granted, he started sleeping more during daylight hours when he wasn't too busy with ruling over Flowerfruit. This might be why he was stirred from his slumber by a slight shift made by the monkey he recently started sharing a space with.
He had to admit, he preferred the traveler awake when the two could chat away about their respective homes. The calm quiet of the squirrel monkey was a complete 180 of the normal chatter that seemed to flow uninterrupted from the primate's mouth. He had to admit he was impressed.
He didn't like these specific words that were slurring from the other's mouth. He could barely make out what the squirrel monkey was mumbling out in his sleep, but he could tell that it wasn't pleasant. He was shivering and he had a slightly harder time determining if it was from the chill in the air or the nightmare.
He disliked watching his friends suffer in any form of the word, and decided to do the proactive thing and wake him up. He whispered into the other's ear and gently shook the sleeping form.
"Bento..."
No response, yet. Thankfully, the king is known for his persistence. He shook Bento a bit more roughly and spoke just loud enough to be heard but not enough to wake the others who would not be happy at their slumber being disturbed.
"Bento. Hey, wake up I need your assistance."
He knew the squirrel monkey wouldn't kick up as much of a fuss if he was asking for help. It didn't matter how idiotic or easy the task was, Bento would happily help out. The lump of black fur stirred before twisting around the ginger tail in acknowledgment of the request. The words slurred together, but he could understand the Brazilian just fine.
"What do you need?"
"I want to look at some fireflies and I can't go alone."
'You're the Monkey King you'll be fine."
"Galina said we have to stay in pairs and I'm not waking Macaque to ask for his help. That leaves you, are you going to come to help me find the fireflies or what?"
Bento grumbled and made his displeasure at being woken up known but still got up to direct the Monkey King to the nearest open area for the best viewing of the glowing insects. He felt the need to groom the fur that stood in all directions but felt that the activity could wait until they were out of earshot and they could talk while he fixed the spiky fluff that covered his companion.
They came across the clearing after a good half hour of walking. If Bento wasn't awake by now then the river nearby would do the trick; thankfully it seems that he wouldn't need to push him into the water.
"Here's the clearing, I don't see any fireflies so I can't help you out."
"That's fine, would you mind staying here with me?"
"I guess, you did drag me out here and I'm awake now... Any particular reason you wanted to see fireflies now of all times?"
The ginger furred macaque just shrugged and sat with his tail curling around a space next to him, as an invitation to join the king. Bento accepted the invitation and curled his own tail around the Monkey King. The king in question decided he might as well be honest with the other traveler about the reason he dragged him out this distance.
"You looked distressed in your sleep, I wanted to ask you about it in private while we still had enough time to get a good night's rest."
"Oh..."
Bento's eyes drifted from the sky to look at the macaque, the bags under his eyes betraying his state of unrest. He sighed before leaning on his chosen companion, slightly curling in on himself. Wukong gently rubbed circles into his back.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"As long as you don't mind me being vague about the details."
"I don't mind at all."
"To be brief, I dreamed that I was back in a bad place and the friends I had there were trapped again but everyone I became friends with recently was trapped as well and I guess it just upset me."
Wukong hummed in response and allowed the other to continue without interruption. He slowed his circles and led his hand to the shoulder to give it a small squeeze.
"If I'm being honest, the thing that upset me the most was the fact that you were in a similar situation as I would have been if I had stayed. It honestly broke me. I don't want that to happen because I don't know if you'd be in any actual danger, your invulnerability seems to be selective at best."
"If it helps you sleep better, I would never let you or anyone else here gets put in harm's way... well, maybe Macaque wouldn't mind if I took my time helping him out."
That got a small chuckle out of the primate, who also offered a small smile before it fell back to the way it was before. Wukong brought his sleepless friend closer and pulled him into a strong yet loose hug. The action was reciprocated with a sadder version of enthusiasm as he was nearly thrown off balance by the force behind it. He started rubbing circles again when he felt the tell-tale signs of sobbing barely heard above the sounds of the night.
"Let it out, I'm not going to judge you for crying."
The fireflies were originally just an excuse, but they were very beautiful just blinking in and out of existence in the clearing. He was told that while sleep may have to cut into the daylight hours, Bento would get enough rest to make up for the missed hours no matter what. Wukong found the answer acceptable and allowed the silence to continue while the fireflies continued their display. It was only broken with a content hum of a strange tune that Wukong didn't recognize.
"If I may ask, what is that tune you're humming?"
"What? Oh! That's Nana neném, it's a lullaby. One of my old friends from the bad place would sing to the younger ones and it kind of just stuck with me."
"A lullaby? That's sweet. So when the little ones wouldn't go to sleep your friend would sing to them so they would stop fussing?"
"Pretty much. How about you, anything from your younger years that stayed with you? Maybe something an older friend or parent did for you that stuck around after all this time?"
Wukong pondered for a second, deciding to keep his honest answer instead of the one that wouldn't depress most beings.
"I didn't have parents per se, I came into existence fully grown out of a rock after all. I guess I heard a few songs that I would sometimes sing to my monkeys back on Flower Fruit. Uh, there is... Jasmine Flower, Little Star, and I picked up the Journey to the West song a few years ago."
"Journey to the West? Egotistical much?"
"What can I say? I'm amazing."
Bento laughed at his unintentional humor, which caused him to laugh as well. The pair finally caught their breath and their eyes met, brown eyes staring into gold and red. He wanted to kiss the other so badly.
They apparently were taken back to the camp sometime in the night while they were asleep. Judging from how grumpy the second pair of monkeys were, he would have to guess Momo and Macaque were the ones who went out to find them. He made sure to try and find some mangoes when he went out with Kaede to find breakfast for the pair.
He gathered himself and started his morning routine, putting the conversations and events of the night before in the very back of his mind. He wanted to be ready if trouble shows up.
#monkie kid#lmk#lmk oc#monkie kid oc#lmk sun wukong#lego monkie kid#monkie kid macaque#monkie kid sun wukong#oc x canon#solareclipseshipping#oc: bento#oc: kaede#oc: galina#oc: momo#monkey tails#link will be added in once i confirm this shows up in the tag ✌#first time posting my writing to this fandom so i hope i dont disappoint#monkie writes stuff
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It’s Not What I Meant - Harry Styles Two Shot
Part 1
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Hearing your voice on the other side of that door caused him to stop dead in his tracks. He found himself leaning towards the door, his hand coming up from his side to the doorknob. This was the closest he had been to you since that night. His heart urged him to turn the knob and walk inside, but his head knew this was not the time. He couldn’t hear much, but what he could hear he knew whatever you were were recording was about him. The pain in your voice and a few of the lyrics he was able to catch, broke his heart even more.
Harry felt his knees beginning to buckle out from underneath him, so he leaned himself against the wall. Everything he had been feeling over the last few months started hitting him all at once. His heart began to beat rapidly, as his eyes filled with tears. A door had opened down the all, one of his friends from the studio they had been working in came out to check on Harry.
“Harry, mate, what are you-” he said before realizing tears were falling down his face.
“She’s-she’s in there,” he whispered. “God, I fucked up. I hurt her. I did the last thing I said I’d ever do. I’ve lost her for good, man, fuck. I hate this!”
“Hey, hey,” he said. “Let’s get out of the hallway and talk about this, yeah? Get you some water.”
Harry didn’t respond, simply letting his friend help him back into the studio.
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You hadn’t slept a full night in weeks. You barely felt like eating, only eating soup or a sandwich occasionally. You barely talked to your family or your friends, even though you were staying with one of them. The only thing you found yourself doing was playing around on your guitar or the piano, but your head was too jumbled up to provide any lyrics.
Breakups were something you were used to, given your past history with relationships, but none of them had ever hit you or affected you in this way. You felt numb, mostly, like you were living in slow motion, while still trying to grasp what happened. Since everything happened so fast, it almost didn’t seem real, but it was.
Your heart was broken. You two were over. There was no turning back.
You were laying in bed watching Netflix. Well, you were staring at the screen, but couldn’t really focus on what was happening. The door to the room you were staying in flew open and in walked your friend. She didn’t say anything to, just went straight for curtains and pulled them open. Very little sunlight shown through due to the rain outside, but it did brighten up the room a bit.
“Get your ass up,” she said.
“Get the hell out,” you mumbled pulling the sheets over your head.
“My house, my guest room, so nope,” she said jumping onto the bed. “It’s been months. The only thing you’ve done for yourself is shower, thank god, and play annoying, cheesy, love ballad melodies on the keyboard.”
“Fuck off,” you groaned.
“Look, I get it. Your heart’s been fucked over, we’ve all been there. But, babe, you gotta still live your life,” she said. “You need to make a decision about something. Either you call him up and talk things over or you move the fuck on.”
“I can’t,” you whispered.
“You can’t because you’re too scared of what either of those mean,” she said. “You’re afraid to call him and possibly work things out because too much shit happen and you’re afraid to move the fuck on because you think he was the person you were meant to be with, so then you’ll end up alone.”
You open your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out.
“See, I’m right,” she smirked. “And you know it.”
You rolled your eyes turning away from her.
“Look, why don’t you grab a shower, a small bite to eat and we hit the studio. Maybe if we sit down together we can get everything your holding inside of you out onto the paper and you’ll start to feel better,” she whispered.
You sighed, “Fine, we’ll go for like an hour and nothing happens, we come back here and you don’t bother me until tomorrow, yeah?”
“Scouts honor,” she smirked.
“You were not a bloody boy scout, so that doesn’t work!” You groaned.
“You keep saying that, yet I don’t care,” she said. “Now, get your ass up, I’ve giving you fifteen minutes.”
Being in the studio was one of your favorite things to do. The setting, the people, there was something about it that opened up your heart and let your feelings burst out. Once you had something in mind you wanted to write, all it took was a few moments of taking in the scene and letting your mind wander off to the place it needed to be. You didn’t only write in the studio, sometimes you'd write on a plane, on a tour bus, in a hotel room, or in a backyard.
A backyard you used to share with your boyfriend. Although, technically, it was his house first, you just happened to move into it a year after you two starts dating. But you can’t think about that, now, or could you. You grabbed your journal and started writing down a few things that came into mind. You looked at your list as you brought the end of your pen in-between your lips.
You knew exactly what you were going to write about, now you just needed to let the words come out. About an hour or so later, you were ready to lay down some vocals. You were feeling a little bit better, but you knew you would feel a lot better once you laid down the song. You put on the headphones and listened to the melody for a few takes before nodding to the engineer.
**
When Harry got back into the studio, he couldn’t form words or gather his thoughts that were going through his head. The glass fo water shook in his hand as he brought it up to his lips taking a small sip.
“Okay, so what happened,” his friend asked.
“Y/N-Y/N she’s here,” he sniffled. “She in the fucking studio next to us...she’s-”
“Okay, that’s it,” he said standing up.
“What?” Harry sniffed.
“Don’t you see this?” He asked. “The fact that both of you are here is some weird ass fate. So, what you’re going to do, is you’re going to go over there and talk to her. You are going to get some sort of closure from this because you need it, you both need it.”
“I-I can’t,” he sighed. “The things I said- I can’t take those back. I know that, she knows that.”
“No, you can’t, but you two can move past it,” he said. “Look, most of your wallowing in self-pity is because you hated how things ended. So, now is your chance to either end it the way you want or make things right and leave here together. Either way, this is your fucking chance, so take it.”
Harry sighed running his hand over his face.
“And if you don’t then deserve to feel like shit,” He said.
Harry stared at the glass on the table for a bit before taking a deep breath and standing up. He walked back out into the hallway and approached the door of the studio you were in. He couldn’t hear anything coming from the room anymore. He felt his heart sink at the thought you were no longer in there.
If you had already left in the ten minutes he was in his studio, he would never forgive himself even more. He was about to head out into the parking lot to see if he could catch you heading to your car, but then he heard it. Your laugh. This was his chance and his friend was right, he would be stupid not to take it.
He put his hand onto the doorknob and took a deep breath. He didn’t bother knocking, he just turned the doorknob in his hands and walked right in.
You were nibbling on a bag of a crisps as you all started talking about different things after listening to the rough cut of the song. It was definitely a gut-wrenching, heartbreaking song, but it was what you were feeling. You did feel a little bit better, like a small weight had been lifted off of your chest. However, ever singe bit of that would land right back down, when the door to the studio flung open and in walked Harry.
You weren’t sure how you would feel upon seeing him again. You thought it would either be longing or anger, but seeing him standing before you only brought on confusion.
“I-uh-I heard you from the hallway,” he stuttered. “Can we-I-please can we talk, privately?”
You sighed looking over at your friend who gave you a nod before gathering everyone out into the hallway. They shut the door behind them, leaving you and Harry in a bit of an awkward silence.
“So, what do you want to talk about it?” You asked looking over at him.
“I think we both know,” he sighed.
You nodded leaning back in your chair, “You can uh, sit down.”
Harry nodded walking over and sitting down in the chair next to you. “I uh-I don’t know how else to start this, so I’m just going to tell you how I feel. Please,um, please don’t say anything until I’m finished.”
“Okay,” you nodded.
Taking a deep breath, he looked over at you, his arms leaning on his knees, “I miss you. God, I fucking miss you. I hate being in that house without you. I hate going to bed and waking up without you next to me. I’ve been, the last few months, my life has been shit because of how much I miss you. I know, I know how I royally fucked. I know I said some, awful, fucked up things, but I didn’t mean them. I don’t even know what I said them, maybe I guess, I just wanted to hurt you or something because I was angry.”
“But I promise you, the moment thy left my lips, I regretted them,” he said. “I wish I could take everything back, but I can’t. I don’t know if there’s a way to make things right or for you to forgive me, but I want to try. I don’t know if you even feel anything for me anymore, but I love you. Fuck, I love you more than I ever thought was possible. So, please, if there’s even a small part of you that still loves me, can we try and make us work again?”
“You done?” you asked after a few silent moments.
He nodded tears shining in his eyes.
“I wish I could say that I don’t miss you or that I can’t stop thinking about you. I wish I could look you in the eye and tell you I hate you because of what happened that night, but I can’t. I can’t because I miss you every second of everyday, which means there’s not a time when I’m not thinking about you. I can’t because I love you so much it fucking hurts and not being with you hurts even more,” you sniffled. “I want to jump into your arms and tell you I’m sorry and that I forgive you, but I don’t know if I can. Which is fucked up on my end because I said shit that night, too.”
“I want to say we can move on from this and be together because we both obviously still love one another, but can we? Should we? I mean if one argument caused both of us to intentional say shit that we knew would hurt the other, that’s not healthy,” you said. “Maybe in our case love isn’t enough for our happiness.”
“Don’t- Don’t say that,” he said. “We’re supposed to be together! I know it. We made a mistake that night, that’s it. We’re not perfect, Y/N. Couples fight. Couples who love each other, fight, it’s part of being in a relationship. Nothing is perfect, but it’s how we handle it.. how we talk through it.. “
“It’s okay to say that now,” you said. “But what happens if we have another argument and we make the same mistakes again, then what?”
“We’ll keep working through it,” he said.
“Until when? Until we’re both so miserable and despise each other?” You asked. “That’s not fair to either of us. We love each other now, but what about a year from now? Two years? Hell, what if we get married and have kids and realize we shouldn’t have been together.”
“Okay, if you want to talk what if’s, how’s this one,” he said. “What if we walk away from each other tonight and then we both move on and meet other people, only to realize we settled with people we weren’t meant to be with and we end up miserable, regretting not being with each other.”
You shook your head standing up to pace around the room.
“Look, the truth is neither of us know what the fuck the future holds, but we do know what is happening now,” he said. “And right now, I know that I love you and that I want to be with you and that I really want to kiss you and take you back to our house and fall asleep with you in my arms. I want that right now and tomorrow and the next day and the day after that.”
You sighed looking at him, tears threatening to spill over, “I can’t-I’m not... I can’t get hurt again, Harry. I’m not strong enough. This whole thing... broke me...”
“Then let me fix it,” he whispered closing the distance between you. “We can get through this, I know it. We just have to trust and believe in each other.”
You sighed turning your gaze down when Harry put his hands on your cheeks.
Using his thumb to wipe away your tears, he looks into your eyes, “All I’m asking.. begging for is one more chance. I promise I will do everything to not fuck it up again, please.”
**
Two years later.
You glanced into the floor length mirror one more time giving yourself a look over for it was time. Time for you to walk down the aisle in front of your friends and family towards the new chapter in your life. A few years ago, you never thought you would be in this place. A place of happiness, love, and marriage.
They called for your name and you took a breath before grabbing your bouquet and heading out. As you to closer, you could hear the music being played on the violin and you were already getting misty-eyed. Good thing they make waterproof, makeup. A set of white doors lined with flowers was the only thing separating you and the man of your dreams.
You once had gotten your heartbroken and you thought you would never mend it back together. But somehow and someone did just that and now you were moments away from walking down the aisle to him. Right on time, the doors swung open and all eyes were on you, but all you cared about was the handsome man in a suit at the end of the aisle.
You smiled as you stared at him as you started to walk. He wiped at his eyes and you were a little happy that he also was a bit of a blubbering mess. When you made it to the end, he took your hands into his, while you handed your bouquet to his sister behind you.
“You look beautiful,” he mouthed to you.
“So, do you,” you mouthed back.
He squeezed your hand as you two focused on the each other. The whole ceremony was a bit of a blur up until the final words you had longed to hear.
“I now pronounce you husband and wife,” they smiled. “Harry, you may kiss your bride.”
And that’s exactly what he did.
**
There’s part two! I hope you enjoyed it! :)
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Nightmare - Cullen x F!Trevelyan
Hey, all. I’m back to re-posting and editing my stories. Now that my tattoo has healed enough that I can lay it on my keyboard comfortably. Anyway, remember you can skip ahead and read all the rest of my Cullen x Trevelyan work on my AO3 here. Have a great week, everyone!! Thanks so much for the love so far.
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The night sky was blanketed with heavy clouds as snow began to lightly fall from the sky. All of Skyhold was quietly asleep, having just begun their rest as they prepared for whatever the Maker had next instore for them. It was the well-deserved moment of quiet they needed before the Inquisition was to make its trek to Orlais and the Winter Palace in the morning.
But shouts of urgency soon started to spread throughout the keep as candles and torches were lit. Cassandra, in full armor and hand on the hilt of her sword, was marching out of the main hall, addressing the soldiers that began to gather below her.
“Find the Inquisitor!” she commanded, trying to keep her voice strong, even though she was worried and trying to keep a stern expression. “Check all the halls, any signs of entry into Skyhold. Prepare for the worst!”
Natalie had gone missing at some point during the night, and it was only noticed when Josephine went into her quarters to leave a report on the Inquisitor’s desk to read in the mornin. But she found that the room in complete disarray. Papers were thrown off of the desk, the fabric on one side of the canopy bed was torn off, and half of Natalie’s collection of daggers - usually kept in a very organized jeweled box - were embedded into the wall next to the fireplace. From there, Josephine went to waking Leliana, Cassandra, and Cullen, and soon everyone in the keep knew she was missing.
The entire keep was abuzz as soldiers and the Inquisitor’s companions rushed about the keep, trying to find the missing woman. Cullen had tried to keep himself firm and orderly, ever the presence of a commanding force, but he had worry tugging at his heart as memories of stolen kisses and quick glances came flooding to his mind. He had to find her. To hold her and know she was safe.
But as an hour passed and then two, there was still no sign of the Inquisitor. Cullen had begun to have thoughts of doubt as he entered the garden, heading toward the small chapel and the shrine of Andraste. He needed a moment to clear his mind and find guidance.
Anyone could have missed it, the small blanket tucked just behind the shrine of Andraste, especially with the room being as dark as the night outside. And the whisper that was so quiet that even Cullen wasn’t sure if it came from a voice or the wind.
The whisper became clearer as he stood in the silence, and this time Cullen could make out what it said. “Alex.” Taking slow, delicate steps toward the statue, he bent down to his knees and released a breath he had held for what seemed as a lifetime.
There in the dust on the cold floor, Natalie was curled up into a tight ball, clutching her knees to her chest a she shivered under the thin blanket. Her hair was loose, but tangled in a mess of knots at the back of her head. And she kept whispering in her restless sleep, her eyes pinched tightly together. “Alex.”
“Natalie,” Cullen whispered as he removed his gloves and placed a hand gently to her arm, waking her enough that she gently opened her eyes and looked at him. “Are you alright?”
Her red, bloodshot eyes locked with Cullen’s for a moment before all that happened that night crept back up in her mind. She sat up, slowly, the blanket falling to her waist. She had only on a light shirt on that left her arms bare and trousers that matched, stopping just above her knees. Cullen reached to bring the blanket back up over her shoulders, using a slow and gentle motion as though Natalie was a spooked horse. “I had a nightmare.”
“Your room looks as though you were attacked by a nightmare,” he commented, bringing a hand through her hair to get it to lay flat, but more so that he could make sure that Natalie was really there with him.
A single tear began to roll down Natalie’s cheek, and she tore her gaze away from Cullen and back to the statue of Andraste. “I know,” she whispered, her voice catching. “I had to get the thoughts out of my mind somehow. I felt trapped.”
“Would you like to tell me?” he asked, watching as Natalie slowly crumbled back in on herself. It broke his heart to watch the woman he respected – and, dare he admit it, loved and admired – fall apart in front of him. Even if he couldn’t save himself from his own dreams, he felt like he needed to be able to protect her from her own.
Natalie took a weak breath, but nodded her head as her hand clutched to the pendant on her neck. “I told you of my younger brother, being in the Circle at Ostwick – Alexander. He was at the conclave, and was the last thing I remembered seeing before I got my memories back.”
Her breath caught again, but Cullen knew what she was thinking. That her brother had died at the conclave and that she blamed herself. “When I went to close the rift that first day with Cassandra… A body at the Temple still lay in front of it.” Natalie’s knuckles were white as she tightly gripped her pendant. “I could tell it was him because he still wore our family’s mark around his neck.”
Tears freely flowed down Natalie’s cheeks, and Cullen wrapped her in his arms, silently thanking he hadn’t worn his armor as she pulled herself to his chest. “He’s gone,” she cried, clenching her hands into Cullen’s shirt. “I should have protected him, but I couldn’t.”
The door to the chapel opened, and a messenger stood in the doorway unsure whether or not he should approach. “I have her,” Cullen called over his shoulder before he placed his lips to the top of Natalie’s head, breathing in the scent of her hair that always managed to smell of lilies. “I have you.”
Natalie’s body began to shake as sobs took control of her. Her hands clutched to the dampened fabric of Cullen’s shirt, holding him like he was the only thing keeping her above the flood; the only thing real in a sea of dreams. And all the while, Cullen just rested his lips on the top of her head, stroking one hand along her back while the other held her tightly to him.
When her breathing finally began to slow and become more regular, Cullen was sure she had fallen asleep. But her one hand began to run along his chest, and he glanced down to see that Natalie was watching as she traced the wrinkles in his shirt with the tips of her fingers. “Do I have to go to Orlais?” she whispered, her voice barely stronger than a croak.
It was unthinkable a moment before, but Cullen did chuckle a little as he bent to gently kiss one of the stars by her eye. “If it were up to me, I would see to it that you had all the time that you needed grieve. But the Inquisition needs its Inquisitor.”
She nodded her head in recognition, but still asked, “Is there someone else who wants to have the job?”
“If anyone deserves to defeat Corypheus and be called ‘Inquisitor,” Cullen started as he shifted so he could lift Natalie into his arms and stand, “then I can’t think of anyone that is more deserving of that victory than you.”
The Commander carried the Inquisitor out of the garden, through the main hall, where many of those who were a part of the search and Natalie’s companions finally let out a sigh of relief when they entered. He brought Natalie up the many stairs to her private quarters, where everything had been organized and replaced. The bed had been freshly made with clean sheets, and while one side of the canopy still was missing a curtain, the blankets had been pulled back so all that Natalie had to do was lay down.
Cullen placed her gently onto the bed, and pulled the blankets over her legs. But when he went to place a kiss upon her lips, he caught himself at the sight of her finally sleeping peacefully. Even for a kiss, he couldn’t imagine waking her, so he doused the few lit candles in the room, made sure that the fire was burning properly, and then quietly left Natalie to sleep. The Maker knew he wouldn’t find any rest tonight.
When he finally entered into the main hall again, many of the people had returned to their own quarters, but Liliana and Josephine stood in his way. “The Inquisitor is asleep,” Cullen stated as he tried to get around them. “May I ask why the two of you are not letting me pass?”
The two women shared a glance before Liliana looked at him with one of her many mischievous grins. “I wonder… Do you know how to dance, Commander?”
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Thornless (Shayne Topp imagine)
@star-mum said:Hey! Saw your opened your requests so ik I've talked about the "giving Shayne flowers" concept so I wanted to request something like that? (I can see the cute smosh fam Instagram stories happening gOD I LOve shayne) hope that's okay, thank you sm in advance if you write it !!
Summary: You’ve noticed that Shayne has been incredibly down over the past month. After his shrieking laughter is replaced with moping and deep sighs, Ian privately suggests to you that Valentine’s Day would be the perfect time for you to give a grand gesture. Not wanting to disagree with the president of your company, you hatch a plan for your favorite boy.
Word count: 2.1k even tho the goal was only 500 whoops
Warnings: extreme corniness, small moments of sad Shayne to pull on ur heartstrings, etc.
When you woke up on Valentine’s Day, the softness of the light was almost to pull you right back into sleep again. After you finally rose and pulled back the curtains, you marveled that the very day you decide to pose a grand gesture, California decided to bless LA with soft rain showers, sure to last all day. As you packed the boxes of flowers carefully into your small trunk, you couldn’t help but laugh. Not only was it raining, but the moisture was sticking in the warm air to form a semi-visible mist. Ensuring that the boxes were secured firmly in their places, you noted the array and vibrancy of the colors before carefully closing the door to finish getting ready for work.
Your confidence was felled as you arrived at work after you realized two thirds of the way there that you had no idea how to transfer the flowers into the building. Your forehead fell forward, landing against your steering wheel as you groaned. You and Ian had somehow planned everything perfectly, even practicing how you would get Shayne into the conference room. “You have a theater degree!” Ian had shouted only the day before when you had urgently asked him to stay after hours to help you practice. “I hired you for your theater degree! What else did you lie about on your resume? Have you even acted?”
“My degree was more for screen writing,” you reminded him, voice edging on shrill. “I’ve written a quarter of Smosh’s scripts this past year, President Dumbass.” He opened his mouth to shout again but he stopped when you continued. “Listen, Ian, hearing Shayne ask me about my night before in the morning as I fix my coffee is like, the best part of my day and I really miss it. I don’t want to make it weird, I just want it to be nice. Please help me.”
Ian had grinned at you then, slapping a hand on his desk. “Come on, try it again.”
A knock on your passenger window pulled your head off your steering wheel instantly. You jolted, finger instinctively pushing down the door lock. Ian was waving frantically across from you. As you unlocked the door again, he slid into the passenger seat, cheeks flushed red. “Sorry, I thought you were dead. I ran down here.” He was breathing hard as he glanced at you. “I was waiting for you to get here so I could help you carry things so I was at the security desk. I saw your head slump down and thought you gave yourself a heart attack and die.”
“So you decided to kill me yourself, huh?” You responded, clutching the steering wheel tightly to stop yourself from reaching over and smacking your boss.
Ian rolled his eyes. “Oh come on,” he huffed. “It’s the thought that counts, especially today of all days.” He gave you a grin before glancing into your back seat, whistling at the three boxes that awaited the two of you. “How’re you feeling about this?”
You popped your trunk before sighing, getting out of the car. “Not great. Some might say… a little bad?” You grabbed a box, pushing it into Ian’s arms. “Is Shayne in the office yet?”
“Oh yeah,” Ian scoffed. “He can’t even look at the decorations without rolling his eyes. Garrett has been considering recommending a counselor because it’s affecting people’s work, but I talked him out of it. Can I do anything to help you be less nervous? Not to put pressure on you but this could also go horribly wrong.”
“I’ve considered that, yes.” You stack two smaller pots on top of Ian’s box carefully. You considered it in the shower the previous evening, you had considered that the week before, you had considered that when writing your notes, you had considered it nearly every second. “You can help by either continuing to talk and hype me or just not… saying anything.” You sighed as you shut the trunk and headed towards the building, not waiting for him to catch up.
After you and Ian successfully brought everything into the conference room in the annex, you were feeling a little bit better. After coaxing yourself up just a bit more, you headed into the Squad office to put your plan into motion.
You shifted on your feet in front of his desk, waiting for him to take his Air Pods out. When his blue eyes finally met yours, you almost lost all of your momentum. He just seemed so down.
You knew that this was all for him, but knowing that you would be able to see his true reaction to everything in those ocean hues made your stomach twist. He almost seemed to sense this as he used your name to anchor you back into reality. “Y/N?”
The gentle tone in his voice encouraged you. “I wanted to talk to you about something,” you responded in a jumble. You took a breath to slow yourself down. “It’s not work related. Can you come with me into the conference room?” Your mouth shut tight, teeth ground down as to not pull your bottom lip between them.
Shayne’s face shifted, his eyebrows rising high. As he placed his Air Pods in their case, he pushed himself up from his chair. “Uh, okay,” he answered slowly. “I kinda feel like I’m in trouble.” He gave you a sheepish smile, a question he didn’t quite ask hanging in the space between the two of you.
You almost explained it all right there. He looked so vulnerable and sad, like if this was some sort of prank he might break right there and lose it. You immediately looked at the floor, your body instantly trying to shrink back in on itself as your shoulders rose to your ear. As if conveniently, the grunting sounds of Ian clearing his throat in the annex immediately pulled you back.
This wasn’t about how you were going to feel about all of this. You were doing this for Shayne. If your theater degree could carry you through anything, it better carry you through a grand gesture. You had to remember to thank Ian later. Your shoulders dropped as you turned away from Shayne, heading into the annex. “You’re valid in feeling whatever you feel.” Your hands were beginning to sweat as you waited a full beat before Shayne followed after you.
“Alright, alright, you’ve got me intrigued.” He sighed, eyes falling from your face to the floor as he tried to ignore the pinks and purples cascading from the ceiling. You stayed a full half step in front of him, hoping he didn’t have a view of how wide your eyes were. As you approached the windows of the conference room, you finally slowed your pace down enough to glance at him evenly. His eyes were still on the carpet until they shifted to your face and then to the windows.
You stepped back, selfishly wanting to drink in the view. While there were so many parts of Shayne that you found distracting, you were captivated by the reactions on his face. His eyebrows rose with surprise as his eyes darted across each gift. “What?” He questioned. He grinned in disbelief, looking at you. “You meant the other conference room, right?” He thumbed over his shoulder but you shook your head, holding the door open for him. “Why?” He asked, the door held open with your foot.
You tried not to feel silly as you smiled back at him, waving your hand toward him. “No spoilers, let’s go.”
In shocked disbelief, Shayne stepped into the conference room. Your hands began to shake as he stepped closer to the bouquet. “Did you buy all these? Are they for everyone in the office?” He noticed the orchid and his mouth dropped. “Do I get to pick one?”
You didn’t anticipate his giddiness. You hadn’t planned for all of his questions so you simply watched him until his attention shifted back and finally onto you. Your cheeks darkened under his gaze and you gestured to the table. “I got you these,” you said loudly. You were scared that the voice that you had planned would be too quiet, that you would lose momentum as soon as you started. You glanced away from him, rummaging in your pocket to pull out your notes.
“You’ve been so sad and it’s been making me really sad and I know you like flowers and they help you feel happy so I thought you deserve to have something to remind you to be happy from someone nice.”
You opened the folded paper and glanced back up at his face, holding his gaze for a moment. “So if you could sit, pl—” You started, but suddenly his voice was over yours.
“Is this a prank?” His face had an expression you couldn’t read.
“No,” you responded. “Do you want to know what these are and their meanings or do you have other questions?”
Shayne narrowed his eyes as he slipped into a seat, chin tilted up toward you. “Yes. Am I in trouble?”
You weren’t sure how to answer and so you ignored him, glancing at your scribbled writing. You had gone over everything you had wanted to say and didn’t really need them, but it felt easier than looking Shayne in the eyes. “I know we don’t talk about serious things together but I seriously want you to know that I really miss hanging out with you in the mornings. I wanted to get you some flowers because you always seem to appreciate them and I thought that since you’re a graduated scholar, it might help for you to learn a little bit about some of them.”
Your eyes moved off of the paper and landed on him. You softened as you noticed his smile. “This is very thoughtful,” he softly replied, giving you the perfect encouragement.
“Well, you deserve it so… This carnation is white, so it means sweet and lovely.” Shayne made a small noise, a grin pasted on his face as he leaned back in his seat. You glanced at your scribbled notes, squinting as your pointed finger shifted to the next flower. “This one is a hibiscus because you’re like, the most beautiful person in this office or probably all of LA.” You could feel his eyes on your face and your shoulders rose as you quickly looked back at your notes. “Moving right along, we also have the daffodil to remind you that there will be new beginnings in the Spring. This crocus is for youthful happiness because all of your jokes are dumb and you laugh the loudest at them all, even with a bachelor’s degree. White jasmine is because you’re so sweet. A rose is for, uh…” Your notes shook in your hands.
“I know what a rose is for,” Shayne interrupted, leaning forward to pluck the deepest red one from the bouquet. “Love, desire, admiration…” He inspected the stem, then glanced at you with a smirk. “No thorns?”
The words were all a jumble in your head, but they somehow formed something coherent as they spilled from your mouth. “Because I didn’t want you to get hurt,” you replied softly.
Shayne’s smile grew wider and you noted the light pink roaming across his cheeks to the edges of his ears. You didn’t know his face could carry such a shade of color and you wondered what else might cause it. “I don’t know what to say,” he confessed breathlessly.
You felt yourself start to wilt until he was standing, starting to collect the bouquet and the orchid pot in his arms. “I just… walking helps me process thoughts better and I thought I could tell you my thoughts on the walk back to my desks with the second best surprise given to me at work.” You couldn’t stop grinning, even when his fingers brushed your wrist as he handed you the hibiscus plant, even when the two of you started to walk back and you noticed people scattering away from the annex hallway to give you space, even when after arriving at Shayne’s desk you hadn’t thought that there might be too many for all of them on his desk at the same time.
You kept grinning the rest of the day, even when an Instagram notification pulled at your attention later in the day. Swiping it open, you grinned at Shayne’s Instagram story. “Definitely in trouble,” captioned a photo taken from Courtney’s own story. Shayne was pictured at his desk, mid screeching laugh, surrounded by the thornless roses you had given him.
#shayne topp imagine#shayne topp fic#smosh imagine#smosh fic#shayne topp#smosh#mine#fic#happy valentine's day it's my first AG so you best believe I'm going to be writing soft romantic shit for all my favorite youtube babes#:))#star-mum#here u go my love I'm sorry it took forever thanks for your PATIENCE and FRIENDSHIP#i'll trade y'all a gif for a long preview i know won't satisfy#:)))
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Love Is Watching Someone Die - Whumptober 2020 Fic
Entry Number 20 (replaced with alternate prompt) and 26 for Whumptober 2020: Memory Loss and Nightmare
Title: Love Is Watching Someone Die
Fandom: Final Fantasy XV
Pairing: Gladio/Ignis
Rating: G
Triggers: None
Summary: Almost a month ago Gladio and Ignis were in a horrible car accident. Gladio walked away with cuts and bruises, Ignis hasn't woken up yet.
Cross posed to Ao3
The slow, rhythmic beeping of the hospital machines was going to drive Gladio to madness. The fluorescent light right above seemed to flicker on every twentieth beep as if they were in cahoots with the machines to make him feel like he was trapped in an endless cycle. A cycle of nothing but hoping, waiting. Every day he would arrive at nine a.m. and stay until ten. Then he would go to work and come back to the same hospital bed. The same beeping machines, the same slightly off-white walls, and the same flickering light. The same chair pulled up next to the bed with the same book he’d just decided to leave on the table since it was a private room. He would stay until seven p.m. when visiting hours ended and he had to leave, the nurses had already threatened to ban him if he stayed. The man would go home, force himself to sleep, only to repeat the same day all over again.
What made the purgatory even worse was the fact that it meant there was no improvement. When everything had started, those first few weeks of panic and worry, the doctor had taken him aside. The man was young but he seemed sharp, a good head on his shoulders. He’d looked Gladio in the eye and told him that there was a chance that his best friend would never wake up. Ever since then the seed in his mind kept growing. What if he didn’t wake up?
After 28 days in the hospital without any improvement, Gladio was starting to lose hope. It had been almost a month of nothing. Everyone kept telling him that this cycle was unsustainable. He was spending too much time sitting next to a hospital bed just praying. The accident had been severe, it was a miracle any of them survived, maybe it was time to let Ignis go. He knew that he had to keep fighting, though, because there was no one else to fight for him.
Just like every day before he arrived when visiting hours started and slowly trudged up to room 302. Normally the door was closed. Gladio was one of the only people who came to visit and the doctors and nurses closed it on their way out. But today it was open.
“Anyone he…” The man poked his head into the room and started to speak only for his voice to leave him. The door was open because there was a nurse standing by the bed, talking. She was talking to Ignis. The off-white blankets were wrinkled from movement and the head of the bed had been adjusted to let his best friend sit up. He still looked as pale as a ghost, white bandages around his head blending into his skin. But he was sitting up. He was awake.
“Ignis!”
“Please, inside voice.” He rushed in and the nurse shushed him almost immediately. He gave her a small, apologetic nod, as he came over to the side of the bed. It felt like his heart was in his throat, ready to burst out. But as he reached his creaky metal chair he noticed that something was wrong.
“Excuse me?” The nurse spoke with a soft but commanding voice, larger than her petite figure seemed like it would allow. “Are you family? If not I’m going to ask for you to step out for a moment.” Gladio opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to form words. No, he wasn’t technically family. But at the same time, he was pretty sure there was no family to be here. He looked to Ignis to bail him out, to explain, but the other was looking between him and the nurse, his face almost completely blank.
“Sir, you can visit in a moment just please, step outside for now.” She placed a well-manicured hand on his shoulder and pulled, just enough force to show that she was entirely serious. So he stood as asked, his eyes never leaving Ignis’s. Why wasn’t he looking at them, why wasn’t he saying anything? The doctor’s warning rang in his head like a loud, looming warning. His head trauma was severe, there was always a chance of permanent brain damage. He’d been so busy worrying if Ignis would ever open his eyes, he hadn’t even taken that into account. Gladio slowly let the woman usher him out before closing the door between them.
There were rows of attached plastic chairs outside the room so he picked one to sit down in, watching the door anxiously. On the one hand, he was delighted, Ignis was awake and moving. Which meant that he wasn’t dead. But on the other hand, there had been no light in his eyes. No joy on seeing his friend, there had just been nothing. He hadn’t spoken or even really reacted at all. It wasn’t that unusual for the other man’s reactions to be calm but this was an entirely different level.
It seemed like an eternity that he was just sitting there, his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. But finally, the door opened again and the nurse stepped out, closing it behind her. She motioned for him to come over and he did, forcing himself to look composed and calm instead of leaping over as he wanted to.
“Who are you? A friend or…?”
“I’m his boyfriend, Gladio Amicitia. Can you tell me what’s going on?” He watched her sigh, tapping her lip with her finger.
“As you can tell, Mr. Scientia has woken up. That is good. The bad news is that it seems that his brain damage is worse than we were hoping.” Gladio forced himself not to look as crestfallen as he felt. “Most of his vitals are pretty good so I’m not that worried about his body.”
“I can hear a ‘but’ coming. Just tell me, how bad is it?”
“Well, the doctor will have to confirm when I go get him, but I think that he’s completely blind. And he doesn’t seem to have any memory.” Gladio felt his stomach drop to the floor. Blind? Ignis was a culinary student, he couldn't be blind. He needed to be able to see to do what he spent his entire life training to do.
“Any memory of what? The accident?”
“Of...anything.” Before he could panic she held up her hand, indicating she wasn’t done. “Now, that may come back in time. But as of right now he didn’t seem to know anything about himself. Since you two are clearly close, focus on that. On strong memories, events in his life. That may help bring it back.” Gladio felt completely lost for words. No wonder the other hadn’t reacted to him, he hadn’t seen him. And even though he heard his voice, it meant nothing to him. But maybe it was temporary. Ignis had always had a good memory, they just had to jog it.
“Just take it easy with him. He will likely be tired and easily overwhelmed. Do you know any family I can call? He only had you listed on his emergency contacts.” She looked up from the clipboard she was holding.
“None. At least, none that I’ve ever heard of. I know his parents died a while ago. I’ll see if I can find anyone.” She nodded and slowly left, leaving him in an empty hallway. He wanted to run through the door, to hold Ignis’s hand, to tell him it is alright. But would that help? Would the reassurances of a stranger mean anything? He had to say something. Slowly he walked towards the door, sliding it open slowly. Green eyes looked up, following the sound but it was clear that there was no note of recognition. He knew the door opened by the noise but he probably had no idea who was standing in the doorway.
“Hello? Is someone there?” His eyes were moving, looking for a source of the sound even if nothing was getting back to his brain. It hurt to watch.
“It’s me. It’s Gladio. The nurse said you might not remember who I am.” He walked in, shutting the door behind him. Carefully the older man watched Ignis’s face, to see any sign of recognition. There was nothing.
“My apologies, I don’t remember you. Are we friends?” It seemed like he gave up trying to ‘look’ in the direction of whoever he was talking to. So Gladio walked to the side of the bed, letting himself step a little louder than normal, and dragging the chair just enough to make noise. This time when he sat down in it he didn’t feel hopeless, he just felt tired.
Silence hung between them as thoughts spun through his head. Thoughts of what this all meant. Best case scenario, well, best case scenario was he healed and everything was fine. But assuming he got his memory back that wouldn’t change the blindness. You couldn’t be a blind chef, at least he assumed you couldn't. This was Ignis and he managed to do anything he put his mind to. But even if he could, it would take years of training to get back to where he was. Years of learning everything all over again, but harder, different. Would he have to give up his dreams because of this?
And what if he never got his memory back? They had only been dating for the last few months but they had been friends since they were children. He couldn’t even imagine a world without Ignis there, next to him. They had gone to school together, college together. Heck, they lived together for over a year before dating. And now Ignis was facing him, waiting for an answer to a question that seemed so simple. Would it be too much to spring on him? ‘Yes, we’re dating’. Or ‘Yes, you’re in love with me’. Even worse, if his memory never came back, what if this time Ignis didn’t fall in love? What if he loved someone else? He couldn’t just force a relationship on the man, a relationship he didn’t remember nor cherish.
“Ya. We’re friends. We’re…” Ignis was looking at him, expectant. “We’re friends.”
#whumptober2020#fic#no.20#altprompt#no.26#Memory Loss#Blindness#Final Fantasy XV#FFXV#Ignis Scientia#Gladiolus Amicitia#Gladio/Ignis#Gladnis#Modern AU
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Yooran Week 2020
For @yooranweek2020
I have to admit, this one had me stumped and took me a while, but, thanks to @booyakasha516 and her suggestion of a Werewolf Holiday, it was off to the races! FYI, there is nakedness in this fic but no funny business, and no describing the nakedness, very PG!
Day 6: Holidays/Cultural Festivals
Mullin Salang (Love Bite) is a werewolf holiday of reaffirmation. It is a day that only comes every five years. Werewolves mate for life, yet, there are times when this may be mitigated by outside circumstances. The death of a mate, the injury or health issue of a mate, the state of mind (certain mental disorders such as Alzheimer’s etc.). Mullin Salang is a time in which mates either reaffirm their connection or sever it. It is usually celebrated privately, although some packs celebrate together. This will be Saeran’s and Yoosung’s first Mullin Salang Day.
“Come on MC, what should I expect? It can’t be any more surprising than the beginning of mating season!” Yoosung prodded. MC laughed and patted him on the cheek.
“Stop worrying about it! Are you afraid Saeran is going to want to sever your bond?”
“No, of course not. It’s just, well, I’m not a werewolf so…”
“Saeran will tell you what to expect I’m sure.”
“He won’t! I’ve already asked. The little I know has to do with both turning into werewolves, how does that impact us?”
“You’re guess is as good as mine, don’t forget, this will be Saeyoung’s and my first Mullin Salang Day as well.”
“You’re right! 2020, we all got married within the last five years. But, has Saeyoung told you anything else?”
“A little, but mostly he said it would be better if I just followed his direction. It isn’t like the bonding that happens during mating season, there isn’t any magic. He said it was much like Valentine’s Day for humans, just a tradition kind of thing. Though he said the older a mated couple gets, the more the day is infused with reverence. I guess I understand.”
“So you don’t know much more than I do.” Yoosung wilted.
“Why are you so worried?” MC’s brows furrowed above her honey colored eyes.
“I don’t know. I guess…I kind of feel inferior, like, I can’t contribute the same as Saeran, after all, I’m not a werewolf.” Yoosung shrugged.
“But you are Saeran’s Beta. And that’s the only thing that matters.”
“Hey! There you are, you ready?” Saeran popped into MC’s bedroom nodding towards Yoosung.
“Yeah, I guess. You sure I don’t need anything special?”
“Positive.” Saeran grinned and held out his hand towards Yoosung. With a final look to MC, who gave him an encouraging nod, Yoosung stood and took the offered hand. He could feel Saeran’s excitement, his blood pulsed through his veins so forcefully he could feel it throbbing through his skin.
“I, uh, hope you’re not disappointed.”
“Disappointed? Why would I be disappointed?” Saeran laughed. “You’re taking this too seriously, it’s just a silly holiday.”
“If that’s all it was, then you wouldn’t be so excited. Don’t bother trying to deny it, I may not have your superior senses, but I do know you.” Yoosung stopped, in so doing, he effectively kept Saeran from proceeding as well.
“Yoosung.” Saeran sighed and hugged his husband, then pulled away after a few seconds, looking into the gorgeously brilliant lavender eyes. “I’m excited because I get to reaffirm my love for you, my affection, my bond, my desire. I’m excited because I get to show you how much you mean to me and continue to mean to me. If I could, I would ask you to marry me all over again. When you walk into a room, I still get goosebumps and my heart races. When you hold my hand, I still sweat and blood pounds in my ears. When you focus your attention on me and only me, I still get tongue tied and my brain buzzes telling me I don’t deserve you yet here you are. Loving me. Today I reaffirm that I still choose you, over everyone else in the entire world, none can ever take your place by my side. And I hope you feel the same.” His eyes slid away from Yoosung and to the side, worry lines forming on his forehead. Yoosung reached up and smoothed them away.
“Always.” He gave Saeran a soft smile then planted a chaste kiss on his lips. “Let’s go.” Saeran relaxed and led Yoosung outside the house and towards the singular path in the woods.
“Are we going to the lake?” Yoosung asked. It was a favorite spot of theirs.
“No. Not this time, besides, Saeyoung said he wanted to take MC there.”
“Oh, where then?”
“It’s a surprise! But it’s going to take a while to get there, at least the full moon will be high in the sky by the time we arrive.”
“What?” Yoosung was a little unhappy, it sounded as if he would have to walk for a long time.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got you!” Saeran winked at him. As soon as they made it past the first few lines of trees into the woods Saeran began to undress. He took the backpack he was wearing and set it on the ground, folding his clothes and stuffing them into the bag. He handed the backpack to Yoosung and had him put it on. Once that was done, Saeran began to transform, his nose and mouth elongated, his jaw expanded, the teeth sharpening and coming in like daggers. He fell to his hands and knees, paws springing forth and fur sprouting from his pours. Once he was fully transformed, he shook his golden reddish fur, his mint colored eyes luminescent. He motioned Yoosung towards his back.
No matter how many times Yoosung witnessed this miracle, it still left him stunned. Saeran pushed at his abdomen with his snout and huffed.
“Right, sorry.” Yoosung sighed and did as he was expected, climbing onto Saeran’s back. He held on to his fur but tried not to pull too hard. As soon as he was secured, Saeran took off. Yoosung lay close to his back and tried to keep his eyes open. The trees were flashing around him, the wind buffeting him but even though Saeran was dodging and jumping and sliding under all these obstacles, he somehow managed to keep Yoosung perfectly balanced.
Yoousng laughed with exuberance. It took them almost two hours to reach the base of a mesa. Saeran slowed down and Yoosung was able to sit up. Saeran stopped at the entrance to a cave. Yoosung slid off, his eyes large and round, he’d never been this far out from the house before.
Saeran returned to his human form and took the backpack from Yoosung, redressing himself. Once he was finished, he took Yoosung’s hand and they made their way inside.
There were torches set into the cave walls and Saeran quickly had them lit with a lighter.
“Wow.” Yoosung stepped into an opening that stretched out to either side. In the center there was a pool, overhead an opening big enough for the moon to filter through, its mirror image shining in the water.
“I thought you’d like it. It’s not as comfortable as the grass at the lake, but it has its own beauty.”
“It sure does!” Yoosung’s voice was full of awe, but Saeran only had eyes for him. Yoosung was distracted as Saeran took his clothes off again and transformed. He nipped at Yoosung’s backside which made the blond yelp and jump.
“Stop that!” he swatted at Saeran but he also laughed. Saeran bit his shirt and pulled. “OK OK, I got it!” Yoosung began to undress, folding his clothes and setting them atop Saeran’s. Saeran had sat next to the pool and stared at the moon. Yoosung sat in front of him and did the same. Without warning Saeran began to howl, the sound reverberated around the cavern and in the distance another howl could be heard. Saeyoung. Yoosung watched his husband, the hair on his body standing on end. The power in that howl was humbling. He felt ridiculous but the desire to throw back his head and howl was overwhelming, so he did. His blond hair shook away from his face, he closed his eyes and felt the sound originate in his belly and travel outwards until it was released through his mouth.
They howled for several minutes, Yoosung’s voice never even coming close to the breadth and depth of Saeran’s but the intensity was accurately matched. Once they had exhausted themselves, Saeran cocked his enormous head. Yoosung was flushed with exhilaration. He knew what was expected of him and complied, leaning his head to the left and exposing the soft tissue of his neck. Saeran opened his mouth and bit. His sharp teeth pierced the offered skin and Yoosung gasped but did not flinch. It was superficial. Once done, Searan backed away and licked the wound carefully, he then sat back and reverted to his human form and offered Yoosung his neck. Yoosung gulped but understood what he was to do. He pushed up to his knees and sank his teeth into Searan’s flesh until he tasted blood. Saeran’s intake of breath was sharp, lacking pointed and sharpened teeth, Yoosung’s normal flat teeth were more painful on Saeran. Yoosung flinched but reminded himself that Saeran would quickly heal. He pulled away and also licked Searan’s wound. While it had made him feel bad to hurt Saeran in that way, the mark also made him proud.
“Will you remain my Beta for the next five years Yoosung?” That was the only thing left to say, everything else had already been said.
“Yes. Will you remain my Alpha for the next five years?” Yoosung answered and asked.
“Yes.” Saeran whispered. “I reaffirm my devotion to you, and vow once more to be your protector and champion.”
“I reaffirm my devotion to you, and vow once more to be your protector and champion…and lover…and confidant…and friend…and occasional nag…and…” Yoosung went off script.
“OK OK OK!” Saeran laughed and kissed his mate. “I love you dummy.”
“I love you too, idiot!”
#my posts#yooranweek2020#Yooran#Yoosung Kim#Saeran Choi#mysme#mystic messenger#day 6 Holiday#nudity#not sexually related#description of nudity also not done#rated PG I promise!#biting hard enough to draw blood#also not sexually related#OK#thank you and goodbye
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A Trial Story! Please give me feedback ;w; ( DBD )
I always overthink everything so I started this draft because I was fed up with myself. Please let me know what your thoughts are. I am currently on the fence if I should continue this or not...
Think of this as chapter 1 I suppose :s
The entity is a hard thing to understand, one minute it’s pitting its victim against each other and then the next they are granted hours to do as they please. Without any known way to escape this hell, both the killers and survivors are forced to play this twisted game. Or so that’s what they think, no one is really sure what is out there.
On the far side of the twisted rows or corn lay a barren field before giving way to a tall pine forest. Here, the survivors come from time to time to de-stress and take in the sweet smells of the forest. It is unknown how vast the entity’s world expands but it does have some nice areas surprisingly. A soft fire began to cackle as a few gathered around to take in the warmth. Claudette hugged her knees tightly looking into the flames, her expression was tight. Unlike the others, who either chose to lie in the low hanging branches or cook food she wanted to be alone. Finally having enough she quietly moved to find a better spot. It took a bit to get far enough from the light so it wouldn’t be too bright but eventually she stumbled upon a neat little hideaway. A patch of bushes giving a little leeway to an under path, crawling through it she found herself encased in a circular space surrounded by shrubbery. Low hanging branches made for a soft roof with a leafy opening for the moonlight to hit her face. Claudette was left speechless, all she could do was situate herself to stare up through the opening at the beautiful night sky. “ I.. didn’t know the entity could create something like this..” she said to herself, barely as a whisper. The sweet smell of the forest wafted around her as she continued to stare at the view, unaware that the lull of it all was getting to her.
Back at the camp, the others continued to enjoy the scene together. Meg cooked up the fish they caught by the fire and Jake hummed a tune under his breath as he brought back the fire wood he collected. David told stories of his fights in various bars and tidbits of his previous life before the entity claimed him. His stories were riveting and never failed to entertain, a few were gathered around but Cheryl was especially drawn in as per usual. Bill and Dwight were on the side having a private discussion, sharing notes about what they found within the Entity. “ Francis came back from the South, no matter how far he went it didn’t seem to end,” said Dwight, his expression was a cross between fatigue and frustration. “ Quentin basically reported the same thing,” Bill let out a long sigh, “ So is it safe to assume that this place doesn't have walls outside the trials?” Dwight placed a hand on Bill’s shoulder, “Unfortunately, but we can’t give up. Let us rest up for tonight, have fun and enjoy our fellow survivors before we are summoned.” With a final nod they both rejoined the rest of the group, just in time as Meg called out the food was ready.
The group gathered together to enjoy a nice meal, everyone was content as the smell of freshly cooked fish filled the air. “ You seem to be opening up a bit more now Cheryl.” Meg chuckled a bit before handing a blushing Cheryl her portion, “ I am glad that someone is helping you warm up to us~” Meg glanced in David’s direction who was too busy not paying attention. “So anything new Dwight?” Meg looked up, a small sliver hope in her eyes. Dwight choked on his fish at the sudden change of topic, “Um. Unfortunately no, our original plan to try and find the perimeter was a bust. There doesn’t seem to be one.” A moment of silence fell over the group, only the sound of the fire cackling and chewing continued. “ .. We are going to die here aren't we..?” “Cher-,” Jake was cut off as Cheryl stood up beginning to yell, “ NO!! We are! There is no way out and we are forced to play this sick game!!” she began to breathe erratically, putting her hands on her neck as she let out several wheezing noises. “ She is having a panic attack,” Jake got up to try and comfort her but she pushed him away, distrust was written all over her face. “ Don't..- touch..” Meg turned to David but he was already on it, “ Cheryl take deep breaths, it’s ok. No need to work yourself up.” He approached her cautiously before putting his hand on her shoulders to steady her. “ Look at me, breathe.” Her eyes locked with his, her hands relaxed from her throat as she synchronized her breathing with his. Not before long she was back to normal, staring deeply into his eyes still matching his breath. The fire illuminated their faces and made them seem so far away from everyone else. Cheryl quickly looked away, she mumbled sadly, “ How can we be sure there IS a way out? What if there isn’t one?” A look came across Dwight’s face but he quickly replaced it, “ If there isn’t a way out, then we will make one. Don’t give up so easily, we keep fighting till the end. We are survivors and we will keep going no matter what.” “Hell yea Dweet!” Nea fist pumped the air in approval, a few others cheered in response. The night carried on with a more upbeat vibe as the survivors forgot about their troubles and enjoyed each other’s company.
A sharp whale of a siren pierced the air startled the group, the sound was very familiar. A warning that danger was coming a change of some sort, whether they moved or not was optional but who would choose to stay with potential danger? The survivors hustled around, putting out the fire and gathering up the remaining food to take back to the main Fire. Panic slowly took over the group as they left a mess in their wake. Some of the food was left behind along with kicked up dirt and strewn logs that were meant to keep the flames going all night. Before a matter of minutes they were gone, leaving behind a faint wisp of dying fire smoke. Not even a few seconds after they left, a gangly figure appeared out of the darkness. Her figure loomed over the fire and strewn pieces of food. Letting out a high pitched noise she happily began to feast on the dirt fish. “ Oh come on Lisa, you are better than that.” Another figure appeared to the left of her, surveying the area. “ It seems like we just missed our friends...” Lisa didn’t respond, her attention was entirely on the delicious(?) meal in front of her. God it had been so long since she had some fresh meat, she didn’t care if they were covered in freshly turned mud and twigs. “ Slow down,” he said in a gruff tone, leaning down to snatch up the remaining fish. “I can try to clean it for you. Pretty sure there is a stream nearby if I remember correctly..?” The only response he got was a snarl and a mean look, “ Come on you can’t be mad at me for looking out for you.” He rolled his eyes, turning a fish in one hand, “ We will probably have to start this fire back up anyway to dry the fish, might as well hunt for more meat.” At the mere mention of more food her expression softened and again, high pitched noises ensued; yet they sounded kinder. She reached out a hand to touch his leg as a way to say thank you, surprised by her sudden gesture he jumped a bit only to compose himself quickly. “Don’t start acting nice now that you want something..” he stood up and was quick to disappear with a few fish in hand, heading off in an unknown direction.
There was darkness for a while. Nothing was happening nor could anything be seen or smelt. It went on like this for a while until moonlight appeared above, illuminating the dark. All around there were hills, valleys that stretched on all around. The scenery was colored with a dim blue light, a steady sound of a stream could be heard. Crickets chirped and the owls sang a melancholy tune. Weirdly, trees appeared out of nowhere along with a steep drop where the water cascaded down into nothingness. Inching closer and closer to the edge felt right, gravitating towards danger but there was no sense of fear or urgency by the ledge. Looking down there was darkness, no light nor sound just black. There was a strong urge to dive right in, so much so that it felt natural. She didn’t know what to make of it but before she knew what was happening, she found herself falling head first into the abyss. “ GUha!!” Claudette jumped from her nap and made friends with a cute low hanging branch. It smacked the shit out of her forehead nearly knocking her glasses off and knocked her flat on her back. Dazed she stayed on the ground for a while, her head throbbing violently making it hard to concentrate or see straight. A few minutes passed before she attempted to touch her forehead, the pain felt less and less with each touch. The moonlight continued to shine brightly through the canopy opening, but nothing could be heard other than the sounds of the forest. She held her breath listening hard for her friends. After several minutes of silence, she came to the conclusion that she was either too far away or that everyone has settled down for the night. With a sigh she slowly gathered to her feet only to be startled by a rustling sound. She froze mid stance, not daring to call out to the unknown. A figure started to part the bushes entering into, what she thought, was her private little getaway. With a panicked motion, her feet began to back slowly until she could feel the leaves of one of the walls tickle her skin. Using one of her legs, she rubbed the wall searching for the way she came in. An arm was visible now and more was coming through the far side of the bush. She felt her calf go from brushing up against leaves to being greeted with a cool gust of air. Without hesitation she got on all fours and crawled out backwards quickly, checking to make sure the figure couldn’t see her. As she escaped, she noticed huge brawny arms with tubes sticking out. Just before its face could be seen, she could see a pair of milky eyes glowing coming closer and closer until it was in full view. It was the Doctor, by the time he came all the way through, Claudette just barely made it through the under bush and dashed to one side of the opening. She could hear his heavy breathing as he moved around a bit, as if he was searching for something. “ …..” He was talking to himself but she couldn’t make out exactly what. Regardless she cautiously began to make her way back to the campsite, it was this way right?
God it was too dark to tell where she came from, she followed her gut and made a sharp right. Several minutes passed and Claudette found herself going deeper and deeper into the forest. This doesn’t seem right.. She felt like she was a lot further than she did when she found her napping spot. A rapid gust of wind blew past her unexpectedly, the damn thing nearly pushed her over. Hopping a few times forward in an attempt to not fall, she lost her battle with balance and tumbled down into a steady roll. She felt gravity take her over a hidden drop straight into a cold lake.
#dead by daylight#dbd fanfic#dead by daylight fanfic#dbd survivor#dbd killer#dbd community#fanficiton#fanfic mention#my writing
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