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scrumptious-delusion · 4 years

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MESS IS MINE [PART 4]

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warnings: swearing, some confusing emotions 😳.

length: 3.4k

a/n: this continues straight on from part three. it should also be noted that i know nothing about coney island.

“Look, just forget it alright? Let’s just move on. I’ll see you Friday.”

Your leaving statement replays on a loop inside Bucky’s head, loud enough that he barely registers anything Steve says to him throughout their entire session.

“That’ll do for today.”

Unhearing, Bucky continues to pummel the punching bag.

“Buck, I said that’ll do.”

“Oh.” Dropping his hands, Bucky shakes his head. “Sorry, didn’t hear ya.”

Steve hums in response, bending to pick up their equipment.

As his best friend, Steve knew everything, so of course Bucky had told him about what transpired in the parking lot earlier.

His advice had been simple -

“Listen to her Buck. If she wants to talk about it, she will.”

Just forget it. Move on.

Could he do that?

No.

Bucky couldn’t simply brush over what had happened in the past and act like it hadn’t been wrong, like you hadn’t deserved better. That wasn’t the kind of man Bucky wanted to be.

If you needed him to act indifferent for the time being, then he would. However, that wasn’t going to stop him from trying to make it up to you, or hell, even trying to get you to like him again.

[2 DAYS LATER]

Your heels rhythmically click against the wooden slats of the boardwalk while a cool breeze swirls around the bottom of your dress, making it flutter around your thighs.

Steve had messaged you this morning with an address, stating to meet them there at half past five for dinner.

Google Maps had informed you that your destination was a diner - ‘Peggy’s’ specifically, the name which glows down on you now in large red cursive neon lights.

You can tell the diner is themed before you even enter, though the term ‘themed’ seems inappropriate after you’ve stepped inside.

If you were none the wiser, you could have been fooled into thinking you had just stepped through a time portal to the forties. Especially as some of the customers, along with the staff, are dressed to suit the era.

Everything around you seems to have been plucked from the past - everything except the stunning sketches and oil paintings decorating the walls.

Moving further into the diner, you glance over the artworks placed above each booth, slowing to a stop when your eyes settle on one particularly beautiful painting.

It depicts a couple dancing in a park at night, under the glow of a lamppost while the stars twinkle above them. The scene tugs at your heart.

Stepping closer to admire it more, you’re not surprised to find Steve’s signature sitting in the bottom right corner. The same corner a price tag hangs from.

So this is where he sells his art.

“You know, I reckon Steve would give ya a discount.”

There’s no need to turn around, you know who it is.

“Yeah? What do you think, fifty percent off?”

Nice. You praise yourself internally.

This was letting go and moving on. This was having a simple, harmless conversation.

Just like old friends would.

Bucky lets out a low whistle, “Nah, he’s too much of a tight ass… I’d say ten percent.”

A smile breaks across your face, laughter bubbling in your throat.

“Fuck off, like I’d make her pay.”

Now you turn around.

“Thanks Stevie.” You grin.

Knocking Bucky’s shoulder, Steve discloses “You on the other hand, I’d charge double asshole.”

“What makes you think I’d even want your shit art?”

The pair begin bickering, finally pulling the laughter out of you.

Some things never change.

“They’re worse than children.” A feminine voice states.

Is that a British accent?

Turning towards the speaker, you’re momentarily stunned by the woman you see.

Not one strand of her short, wavy brown hair sticks out of place. It just rests delicately against the shoulders of her dress, which is hugging her hips perfectly.

Matching many of the objects around the diner, her lips are painted a bold red, making them stand out as much as her big brown eyes.

You can’t tell if the emotion flooding you is envy or love. Maybe both.

“Absolutely.” You hope she doesn’t notice your brief pause. “You must be Peggy, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Likewise, I’ve heard a lot about you.” She smiles.

“Oh.” Flustered by the statement, you joke “Good things I hope.”

“The best.” Peggy promises, her lips twisting into a smirk that screams mischief.

Choosing to ignore it, you change the subject entirely.

“Your diner is amazing.”

Glancing around her fondly, she replies “Thank you, I’m very proud of it.”

“Yeah, the only letdown is the art choice.”

Both of you turn to look at Bucky, an equally unimpressed look on both of your faces.

“Easy,” Bucky soothes, raising his hands. “I was kidding.”

Steve smiles in triumph at Bucky’s surrender while Peggy suggests “How about we go sit down? I reserved the table out back.”

Out back?

Bucky falls in step beside you as Steve and Peggy lead the way and your curiosity must show on your face because he tells you “It’s real pretty, you’re gonna love it.”

Remaining polite, you tilt your head up and give a small smile.

You hadn’t actually taken notice of Bucky’s appearance until now and you realise that this is the first time you’ve seen him out of boxing attire.

His chest is covered by a black t-shirt that’s probably a little tighter than it needs to be. Combined with dark denim jeans, it’s irritating how good Bucky can make an outfit so underwhelmingly basic look.

Like that night in the ring, his hair is tied back in a low bun and his face is freshly shaven. Due to your close proximity you can smell his aftershave.

You decide to focus on the backs of Steve and Peggy until you’re escorted through to an enclosed outdoor area.

The vintage atmosphere is continued out here with soft oldie’s music and the furniture choices, but it feels like you’re at a garden party.

Vines wrap around the latticework enclosing the area while flowers of various colours bloom all over. There are fairy lights strung along the roof and woven amongst the plants but due to the early hour you’re only left to imagine how beautiful it must look all lit up.

Bucky was right, you adore it.

A large circular table waits in the middle of the space, surrounded by white garden chairs. You choose to sit beside Peggy, leaving Bucky to take a seat on your left, next to Steve.

The moment everyone is seated a waitress appears with water and menus. Naturally you ask Peggy for her suggestions, only to end up watching with an amused smile as she orders for the whole table.

You don’t mind in the slightest. If you were to trust anyone with ordering, it’d be the owner.

Once the waitress - Sharon, has left with the table’s orders, you take the opportunity to ask your most pressing question.

“Alright, how did you and Steve meet?” You look at Peggy, knowing she’ll most likely give the best recount of the story.

Steve smiles through a sigh.

“Well,” Peggy begins “I was going in and out of art galleries around Brooklyn trying to find an artist with works I loved enough to put up around the diner.” She shoots Steve a dazzling smile, “It was pure chance that Steve had his first show on while I was looking.”

“I fell in love with his work the moment I saw it, a similar feeling I had when I met the artist.” She teases, reaching across the table to give Steve’s hand an affectionate squeeze. “I was constantly setting up the most pointless meetings with him about the diner and his art hoping he’d ask me out, but after two weeks it took one rather big nudge from me before he finally did.” Peggy laughs.

Steve’s cheeks turn red as he rolls his eyes, murmuring something you can’t hear.

“At least she didn’t have to put up with his pining every single day for those two weeks.” Bucky mutters, taking a sip of water.

A huff of laughter escapes you quietly, the lovebirds too absorbed in each other to hear Bucky’s words.

“So, how long have you been in Brooklyn for?” Peggy asks you, looking away from Steve.

“I’m coming up on six months.”

“Where were you previously?”

“California,” You smile wistfully. “I was offered a job here after graduation and I wanted to be somewhere closer to home.”

“Your dad must be happy.” Steve remarks.

“He is, though I don’t really visit him as much as I should.” You admit.

Thinking on it further, you realise you haven’t seen your father since you first moved to Brooklyn.

Shit, that long?

Bucky hums, “I haven’t seen Ma in ages.”

“We gotta go visit Winnie sometime soon.” Steve declares.

Seems like all three of you owed your hometown an overdue visit.

“College… in California?”

Nervous, you begin rambling. “It’s just an idea, I know there’s still two years of high school left but I thought I should start thinking about what -”

“Hey, hey.” Your father cuts in, resting his hands on your shoulders with a soft smile. “I was just surprised honey, California sounds great.”

Giving a hesitant smile, you test “Really?”

You weren’t being completely honest when you told him it was “just an idea” - it was your dream. There wasn’t any particular college you wanted to attend, you just needed it to be not here.

What better place to choose than somewhere on the other side of the country?

This town was your home and it always would be, but you wanted to experience somewhere that wasn’t “just down the road”. The biggest problem with living in one small place since birth was that life became predictable - boring even.

You craved something different, something new and exciting.

Maybe your father could see that.

“Of course, it’s your life honey, I’m just along for the ride.”

Grinning now, you throw your arms around him in a hug, gripping tightly.

The four of you step out onto the boardwalk laughing, the conversation still rolling fast from dinner, consisting mostly of funny and consequently, embarrassing stories.

You’re all heading down to the rides and games Coney Island is popular for, chasing some fun before having to head off at eight.

The wind has picked up since you first arrived, carrying with it the salty scent of the sea and sound of crashing waves. That is before it’s drowned out by the screams of thrill seekers and smell of popcorn.

“Should you be doing this sort of stuff before a match?” You ask Bucky, following behind Peggy as she drags a reluctant Steve towards the Cyclone.

“I’ll be fine as long as I back off around seven.”

You nod in response. It was almost half past six now, and a two hour rest period sounded sensible.

The line you join isn’t too long, a few minutes wait at best. Once again, Steve and Peggy are enraptured by one another, leaving you to carry a conversation with Bucky.

“Are you nervous?”

You both laugh in surprise before Bucky clarifies “I was talking about the ride…”

“I was talking about your match.”

Bucky ah’s, facing ahead. “Of course not.”

When a few moments of silence pass, he looks back down at you.

Your raised eyebrows inform him that you’re unsatisfied with his answer and clearly waiting for a better one.

Bucky laughs - a real one this time, and your lips lift in a smile, just like they always have at the sound.

“Maybe I should hire you as my manager,” Bucky jokes. “You’re showing more concern for my pre-match state than Tony is yet.”

The conversation is briefly paused while the two of you are directed by a staff member to stand behind a gate.

“I know I can win,” Bucky continues afterwards. “I’m quicker, so as long as I stay focused in the ring and read him right, it’ll be peachy.”

That’s a better answer.

“Now,” He says as the gate swings open and you both move forward. “Your turn to answer my question.”

“I love roller coasters.” You state, sitting down. “But I’m always nervous at the start.”

Bucky lowers himself down beside you and due to the small size of the carriage his entire right side is pressed against your left.

He’s really warm.

“Wanna hold hands then?” Bucky teases, just like he always used to with you. “No shame in it, Steve held mine on his first go.”

“I did not!” Steve defends from the carriage in front of you.

You laugh so hard at the mental image Bucky has provided that your eyes water.

Gripping the lap bar after Bucky pulls it down, you smile “I prefer to hold onto this, thanks.”

“Alright,” He shrugs with a grin. “I’m here if you change your mind.”

Holding onto the lap bar as well, he places his right hand but an inch from your left.

It’s there, in a cramped space overwhelmed by so much… Bucky, you almost forget everything.

You almost can’t remember anyone who isn’t the man looking over at you right now. You almost feel like no time has passed, like it’s still five years ago when you lived by the simple truth that life was perfect, even if it wasn’t, because you had Bucky.

You almost reach over and take his hand.

“The Ferris wheel! We can’t leave without going on that.” Peggy insists, pointing at the giant rotating circle.

Steve looks down at his watch and nods. “We’ve got enough time, the line looks short and we’ll leave after.”

Peggy turns to Bucky. “It’s nothing crazy either, you can come with us.”

“Nah,” Shaking his head, Bucky pushes his hands into his jean pockets. “I’ll just wait down here with this one.”

Surprised, you meet Bucky’s gaze and he offers you a rare shy smile.

He remembers.

Peggy’s eyebrows furrow with confusion until you explain “I don’t like heights.”

You love roller coasters, something you learnt during your years in California. A discovery that shocked you, given your fear. Maybe it was because they went fast and you were harnessed, you weren’t exactly sure.

Ferris wheels however…

You were seventeen and the annual fair had come to town. Somehow, you had let Steve and Bucky convince you to go on the Ferris wheel with them. Well, Bucky had a lot to do with it, but that wasn’t important.

Wanda had been rightly surprised by your decision and opted to wait on the ground with a knowing smirk.

Steve and Bucky soon realised how much you had been downplaying your “dislike of heights” once you started crying when the cage stopped at the top of the wheel. The whole ordeal had been mortifying, to say the least.

The fact that Bucky still actively recalls such a trivial piece of information is unexpected.

“That’s right.” Steve recollects, a grin creeping across his face.

Yep, now he remembers too.

“Shut up Rogers.” You warn before he can utter another word.

“I wasn’t gonna say anything.” He sings, grabbing Peggy’s hand and whisking her off towards the wheel of torture, no doubt already recounting the story to her.

Sighing, you turn to face Bucky and jest “I’ll allow you ten seconds of laughter.”

Instead of bantering back like you expect, he simply states “There’s nothing to laugh about, you were scared.”

Bucky’s earnestness throws you off, especially with the way he’s looking at you, his mouth twitching like there’s something else he wants to say but knows he shouldn’t.

It scares you enough that you start looking around, searching for something to change the topic.

“Teddy bears.” You breathe out. “They’re so cute.”

Honestly it’s the most random thing you could have commented on, but Bucky doesn’t seem overly fazed by your words, simply twisting to look at them too.

“I’ll win you one.”

With just four words the tension that was rising seconds ago fizzles away, replaced by the friendly, teasing air that has been building over the last few hours.

“Strong words.” You retort.

“Good thing I’m about to back them up then.” Bucky grins.

Strolling over to the game booth, you hum “We’ll see.”

Bucky pays the attendee who then places four basketballs in front of him.

“Three balls in the net to win.” The pimply teen drones, not even attempting to cover their boredom.

Picking up a basketball, Bucky makes a show of taking a deep breath before rolling his shoulders and neck, clearly for no real purpose other than to amuse you.

It works because much to your horror, you giggle.

How long has it been since I did that?

When he finally throws the ball, it lands straight in the net.

You award him with a short round of applause. The attendee doesn’t even look up from their phone.

Bucky’s second shot follows the path of the first. His third however, hits the backboard and bounces off to the side.

“Uh-oh Barnes, guess you should stick with boxing.” You taunt with a smirk.

Lining up his fourth and final shot, Bucky offhandedly responds “Don’t give up on me yet angel.”

The pet name he issues you so casually catches you off guard and you miss the ball going in.

“Not to say I told you so, but I did.”

Blinking to break the stupor you had unknowingly entered, you take in Bucky standing before you with a wide, boyish grin.

“I got you the blue one.”

The one you wanted.

“Thank you.” Smiling genuinely, you accept the prize. “I guess you were right.”

Bucky laughs at the look of distaste you make after the words leave your mouth.

Moving away from the game booth and back towards the Ferris wheel, he muses “I thought those words would taste bad.”

“Terrible.” You confirm as the two of you come to a standstill out of the way of foot traffic to wait for Peggy and Steve.

“How about we just call it luck?” Bucky proposes, looking down at you.

You can’t help but think he’s trying to make a reference to you, but regardless you quietly agree “Alright.”

Silence falls between you but it’s comfortable, not awkward or strained.

Intrigued by the individuals around you, your eyes are flicking from one spot to the next, hence why you catch Bucky as he scrunches up his nose and gives a small shake of his head.

After riding the Cyclone you had noticed that some of Bucky’s hair had fallen loose from his bun and this marked at least the tenth time you’ve caught him trying to flip away one particularly annoying strand.

You have no idea why he doesn’t just tuck it behind his ear or hell, redo his bun.

Dumb man.

Before you can even think about what you’re doing, you push yourself up on the tips of your toes and lift your hand to tuck the strand securely behind his ear, your fingertips brushing against his cheek in the process.

Bucky’s eyes widen almost comically at the action, his mouth parting slightly as you bring your hand back down.

Your skin flushes hot as you rattle your brain for something to say.

Why did I do that?

It feels like your heart is about to beat its way out of your chest.

“Uh, I could see it was annoying you.” You reason poorly.

Licking his lips, Bucky responds with a simple “Thanks.”

You can’t help but notice the deeper tone of his voice.

“Ready to go?”

Steve’s question startles you both, making you flinch.

“Yep!” You announce, a little too enthusiastically.

“Lovely bear.” Peggy compliments.

Gazing down at the bear that you’re squeezing awfully tight against your chest, you respond “Yeah, Bucky won it.”

Something tells you she already knew that.

“Do you know how to get there?” Steve asks you as you all start walking.

“I got Maps.”

“Nonsense.” Peggy intervenes, “I’ll be your navigator.” Strolling over to your side, she loops her arm through yours.

“Okay.” You smile, happy to have her join you.

The trek to the carpark is filled with idle chatter while you make sure to look at everything and everyone who isn’t Bucky.

With every step you take, you can’t help but repeat one question over and over in your head.

What have I gotten myself into?

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bratkook · 4 years

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clairvoyant. (m) part seven.

masterlist.

pairing: taehyung x reader (briefly) jungkook x reader

word count: 15k+ damn my bad

warnings: nsfw, spanking, dirty talk, unprotected sex (dont do this) but otherwise pretty tame at the end

authors note: i know i said this would go up monday but im clearly a liar i stayed up late last night writing this and it’s partially edited so if something looks fucked up dont come for me :( ill edit it later i just wanted to get it up lmfao im thinking another chapter left, maybe 2 anyways lmk what u think

Its Monday afternoon and you’re sat at your desk at work, your fingers mindlessly tapping on your mousepad as you retouch a portrait on your desktop. To be honest, you weren’t really paying it any attention, your mind kept drifting over to the text Jungkook had sent you the other night while he was drunk. Sure he had asked you to help him get his dick wet and a part of you knows he meant help as in_ help me find someone new_ but the perverted side of you hoped he meant help as in let me fuck you.

“Okay, unless you’re trying to make her skin look like plastic you need to ease off.”

Your hands jump at Yoongi’s voice and you realize the monstrosity you created on the models face, wincing as you delete the layer entirely to start over.

“Oops, thanks.” Yoongi just laughs, resting his arm on your shoulder and slouching over your seated frame as you resume editing with a slightly clearer head.

“Did you sleep okay last night?” He had been watching you during your entire shift together, today was an easier day, only slight organizing and retouching being the things on the to-do list but you had been very spacey. You were misnaming files and not being able to find them on the desktop, forgetting basic commands on photoshop that were second nature to you and you had mistakenly put coffee grounds instead of instant coffee in Yoongis morning cup and hadn’t realized.

Your hand came up to scratch your temple as you thought back to yesterday, waking up at three in the afternoon hungover as fuck in Jimin’s bedroom. Both of you had managed to go to sleep in the same exact clothes you went out in and your body was stiff which lead you to believe whatever sleeping position you chose had been very unfortunate.

Both of your phones had died in the middle of the night since the pair of you had been way to drunk to even think of plugging them in and when Jimin finally waltzed in from the bathroom, his hair damp from the shower, he suggested going out to eat so you let your phone remain dead in your pocket as you went about your day. You were blissfully unaware of Jungkook’s text sitting pretty in your inbox.

In turn Jungkook was sat in his own bed, a massive headache pounding so hard he swore his eyes were vibrating from the force. He remembered the text, hell he remembered jacking off in the shower before sending said text. So when he was finally able to sit up without wanting to vomit he was expecting his phone to have a notification from you, your typical response backed with a handful of suggestive emojis because you knew it made him blush.

But when there was nothing he felt his eyebrows furrow together, his finger locking his phone and tossing it beside him in bed as he lay back down. Had he crossed a line? His message was tame enough to leave it open to interpretation but Jungkook knew how he meant it when he sent it, he may have been high off his orgasm but he knew.

He continued to lay in bed for the majority of the day, only leaving to go to the cafeteria with Taehyung once he finally awoke, equally as hungover. He ate as much as he could stomach, not accustomed to hangovers that left his stomach feeling queasy. Unlike you who was currently stuffing as many breadsticks in your mouth as you could in the restaurant you and Jimin occupied, only leaving once your stomach was at capacity. You didn’t get a chance to see Jungkook’s text until eight o’clock that night and when you did see it your mind first went to sex. Jungkook was asking you for sex.

Sort of.

Slapping perverted thoughts from your head you responded with a simple of course i’ll help you. Leaving it at that, you knew he had sent you the first text while wasted so you were giving him the benefit of the doubt.

Those cursed perverted thoughts haunted your dreams though, images of you riding a shy Jungkook on your bed until he came noisily playing over and over and over you were surprised you hadn’t woken up with your underwear covered in remnants of an orgasm.

You hadn’t slept well at all.

You tell Yoongi this with a tight lipped smile and he nods sympathetically, “What are you doing after this?”

Looking at the clock you see there is twenty minutes left before the end of your shift, Taehyung had already messaged you earlier in the day asking to hang out and whether that meant actually hanging out or hanging out you weren’t sure but either way was fine with you. You needed a distraction to help you stop seeing the image of Jungkook cumming replaying in your mind.

“I’m seeing Tae.”

You don’t look up to see Yoongi’s reaction, not wanting to see any facial expression of judgment when you mention Taehyung’s name. Thankfully he only hums in response, watching you save your current file and start to shut down the computer and going to his own workstation to start doing the same.

When the time comes to leave you say your goodbyes, Yoongi getting into an uber to head to Jimin’s, telling you if you wanted to join them after you were done with Taehyung you were more than welcome. You hug him and tell him you’ll think about it before hopping onto the bus and heading back to campus.

The weather was getting colder in the day, its nearing the end of the first week of October and the fallen leaves decorating the sidewalks made that obvious. Once you hop off on campus you take note of the flyers plastered on bulletin boards, big posters taped on the sides of the buildings to announce the various Halloween themed events going on and you grin at all the activities that you love. This was always your favorite time of year.

As you trek your way into the boys dorm you greet Baekhyun at the front desk before entering the elevator with your phone in your hand. Your eyes are downcast as you scroll through your campus portal, skimming through the various assignments you had due this month and starting to feel the small tingles of stress creep up on you.

The elevator dings and you step out, your fingers tapping on an assignment due later tonight. Your eyes are glued to your device so you don’t notice Jungkook stood a few feet away, frozen in spot as he sees you. It’s not until you’re about to run into him that his shadow snaps you out of your daze, your eyes flicking up, “Oh, Jungkook!” You throw him a charming smile as you wrap your arms around him in greeting.

Jungkook relaxes when he feels your embrace, the nerves he’s felt since sending you that text vanish, his own arms wrapping around your body with a gentle squeeze. “Hey Y/N, what are you doing here?”

In retrospect he knows what you’re doing here but he needs to hear you say it. He needs to remind himself that you’re not here to see him to fulfill any sick desires he has.

You pull back still smiling, slipping your phone into your back pocket to give him your full attention. “Taehyung text me wanting to hang out so,” you spread your arms out widely, “here I am.”

He can only grin at that, of course you weren’t here to see him. You were here to see Taehyung. The man you fucked. Constantly. Not him.

You take note of his appearance, a giant black hoodie swallowing his frame and his school bag draped over his shoulder, “Are you heading out somewhere?” You speak again when he says nothing in response.

“Yeah, just to a study group at the library.” His eyes give you another once over, he wants to keep talking to you but it’s clear you have other things to get to, “I don’t want you to keep Tae waiting so I’ll be off.” He shoves his hands into the front pocket of his hoodie with a small smile and steps around you awkwardly.

You can only mutter out a small okay because he’s acting a little strange but thats typically how Jungkook acts. He’s relatively shy, only speaking when spoken to and whenever he has bouts of confidence where he jokes and laughs and says things you’d never imagine him saying it only lasts for a moment before he’s back to shy Jungkook.

You wave at him and continue walking down the hallway to Taehyung’s room. Jungkook manages to take two steps towards the elevator before stopping and turning back around, “Y/N!” He shouts, flinching a little at his own voice and cringing when he sees you jump for a second, turning around with a curious face. “Do you think we could hang out soon? Like…” he rummages in his brain as he thinks of something else to say, “maybe after all our classes tomorrow?”

You think for a moment, you have a few classes after the creative writing class you share with him and another work shift right after so that won’t work. “I can’t tomorrow but after classes on Friday I’m free.” Jungkook doesn’t even think about his schedule, shouting out that Friday works for him as well and now your beaming smile is back and Jungkook can feel his stupid heart skip a beat at the sight.

Now he can finally leave in peace, a small pep in his step as he enters the elevator but that doesn’t stop him from aggressively jabbing his finger against the close door button so he doesn’t have to see you walk into Tae’s room.

Luckily the week passes by quickly, Jungkook had nerves bubbling up in his stomach the entire time. It wasn’t like he had never hung out with you one on one, you guys usually hung out during the free period you had after your shared class but it was something that was sort of routine. This time he had explicitly asked to hang out, he wasn’t sure why that felt so different but it did so as his professor recites his final sentences Jungkook is totally zoned out, only coming back when he hears he’s dismissed. And then hes shooting up out of his seat, throwing his backpack over his shoulders and speed walking out of the building and onto the quad.

He passes the stupid cafe and ducks his head, walking even faster to avoid the possibility of Jisoo spotting him through the giant windows. When he feels he can no longer be spotted he lets out a breath, his shoulders relaxing and his pace slowing down. That gross feeling he had in his chest after Jisoo had slammed the door in his face hadn’t gone away, he still felt like he had done something horrible even though he knows he hadn’t but the small glares Jisoo would send him whenever she would spot him on campus just made that feeling linger.

He was counting down the days she would graduate, or at least until she’d set her eyes on someone else because he wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take. She hadn’t resorted to shouting things at him or anything too out of pocket but it was clear to Jungkook that she was telling her circle of friends that he had done something despicable and they were telling their friends. The whispers and small huddling that would happen when he would pass them on campus or in the rare occurrence that they shared a class made that obvious. He hated it.

Once he finally makes it into the girl’s dorm Joy greets him with a smile and he tries his best to return it. Letting her simple question erase the worries in his mind, “Are you going to the bonfire tonight?”

He grabs his id back from her and looks up with a nod, that was actually what he was going to suggest the two of you do. He had seen the abundance of posters around campus advertising the event and it sounded like fun. “Yeah actually, I’ve never been.”

Joy smiles with a clap of her hands, knowing it’s his first year at this school, “It’s a good time, lots of snacks and someone always finds a way to sneak booze in. You guys will like it.” She refers to you when she says that, already knowing thats who Jungkook was here to see. Jungkook can feel someone behind him so he shuffles away to let the person sign in, waving at Joy as he makes his way up to your room.

The hallways of your floor are covered in fake spiderwebs, skeletons draped over some girl’s doors while others had plastered colored paper and drawn up their own version of spooky designs that reminded him of his years in elementary school. It was cute and honestly the boy’s dorms could take some notes because the only decoration they currently had was a skeleton sitting on one of the toilets in the bathroom.

As he stands in front of your door he takes note of the white board you and Wendy have hung up and he laughs softly when he sees whats written on it. In red marker it says *dracula voice* we want to suck your blood with some poorly drawn fangs underneath it and in the corner beside it the word dick is written with an obnoxious arrow coming up to point at the word blood to replace it.

His knuckles knock on your room door, hearing shuffling from behind it and some laughter before it’s thrown open and you’re greeting him with a smile, “Hey Jungkook.” Your lips shimmer back thanks to the clear lipgloss you’re currently wearing and his eyes zero in on them.

“Hey.” He mumbles out and you catch his eyes giving you a once over, finally making eye contact when you step to the side to let him in. He steps into the room and notices that you and your roommate must really love this holiday because you both have decked it out in halloween decorations. There’s a giant spiderweb rug in the center of the floor between your beds and a string of bat fairy lights hung behind your beds where you pinned more polaroids onto it. Theres a soft orange glow that fills the room and he notices you two have even gone as far as sticking led tape to the ceiling for the ambiance.

“Love the commitment.”

You chuckle, pointing over to your roommate with a smile, “She’s a slut for halloween and so am I so we had to. It’s not fully finished yet, we gotta grab some more stuff don’t we?”

When he looks over at Wendy’s side he spots her sat on her bed as she ties her shoes, “You bet your ass we do, I’m thinking we need different curtains or maybe a full on skeleton like Yeri has hung on her door.”

Jungkook can’t imagine how much more effort you two could put into your room but the determination set on Wendy’s face shows that she’s not joking. “Alright I’m off to go be a slave to the systems of education, pray I make it through this four hour lecture.” You laugh and clasp your hands in faux prayer, laughing harder when she rolls her eyes at you with a smile, telling you and Jungkook goodbye and dragging her feet like a child as she leaves.

“What did you wanna do today?” You ask him as you go back to your mirror to finish fixing your hair up. Jungkook sets his bag on the floor beside your bed, rolling his shoulders as he sits on it and shuffles backwards until he feels the cool of the wall against his back.

“There’s that rooftop bonfire happening later on, I was thinking maybe we could go to that?”

Your face perks up when he mentions that, immediately saying it was a good idea. That yearly bonfire was always the best, last year they had managed to bring up a giant blow up projector and played some classic halloween movies while everyone sat around the bonfire and made s’mores. Jin had snuck in a few flasks full of vodka so you and your group had been nice and drunk, bundled up in blankets while Hocus Pocus played.

“That actually sounds perfect, did you wanna head down to the store to grab some stuff?” Your attention was back on the mirror, your fingers coming to wipe at the corners of your mouth to fix any smudges of your gloss so Jungkook felt like he could stare at you and not get caught. You had your hair in messy waves, one side tucked behind your ear as you leaned forward and the cropped grey crewneck you had on wasn’t going to do much to protect you from the cold but it was obvious the outfit was for purely aesthetic purposes.

“Sure, lets go.”

The both of you head back out onto campus, two reusable bags in your hand to help you carry whatever you decide to buy. The bonfire usually had enough snacks for everyone but it was always good to go out and buy stuff you knew you liked as a safety net. The walk was nice, the sun had finally set, the last remaining hues of purple peeking away behind the buildings, allowing the floor lights to illuminate the path you were walking on.

Jungkook seemed to be out of his usual shy shell, his hands flailing around as he talked to you about the project he was working on in his intro to ceramics class. He swore he had no talent in it and was only taking it since he needed the units the class came with but you found it hard to believe since the photos he would post online said otherwise.

“You’re so full of shit.”

His mouth dropped open, his arms freezing in the position they were currently in as he tried to show you the motions of making a mug, “I swear. I’m gonna make you a mug and it’s gonna be the ugliest thing you’ve ever seen and you’re gonna have to love it because you doubted me.”

That just makes you laugh and he smiles down at you, “I’d love that, make it extra big too. Big enough so I can pour two cups of coffee in it and I’ll treasure it forever, no matter how ugly it is.”

He nods in thought, his lips pursed together because he was definitely gonna do that now. He really wasn’t the worst at ceramics but now he was determined to make you a half decent mug to drink your morning coffee. “Deal, give me a week.” He pulled the door open for the store and let you slip in first, the bells dinging up ahead to notify the worker of your presence.

You went for the chips, stuffing two bags of spicy tteokbokki chips into your bag as your first choice. Jungkook roams over to the sweets, grabbing a few of the chocopie for himself, calling your name out as he holds one up and when you nod he grabs a few more for you as well. It takes you both a few minutes to raid the shelves, huddling in a corner with the bag pulled apart to inspect the damage, “Is this enough?”

Jungkook hums as his eyes scan the contents, spicy chips, seaweed crisps, chocopies, some sausages, two small containers of banana milk for himself and a few cans of sparkling soju crammed at the bottom for you two to conceal. This seemed like enough, and you kept saying there would be more options once you got there so he didn’t think you should load up on too much. “Yeah, I think we’re good.”

Satisfied, you pay for your goods and make your way back to your building where the event would take place. You hop into the elevator and click the very top floor, he could see your big smile in the reflection, your feet tapping excitedly and he feels a smile spreading on his own face, happy that he chose an activity that made you this giddy.

When the doors open to the roof you step out onto the hallway and walk up three steps through the doors that lead to roof access. Jungkook had no idea either of the dorm buildings even had roof access so he’s amazed at that fact alone. The entire perimeter is blocked up by a cement border to prevent anyone from falling off, a plethora of plants covering it up to make it look more pleasing to the eye. Right in the middle of it all was the bonfire, thin and long and already lit up with people sat on the surrounding couch.

Besides that were a handful of bean bags and comfy chairs in case there wasn’t enough seating on the couch and if that wasn’t enough either there was a giant space open up in front of the blow up projector for anyone to lay a comfy blanket down to chill.

The snack and beverage table was placed to the left which was where you were currently dragging Jungkook to. You pulled out a few of the treats you had bought to leave them for anyone to enjoy and Jungkook couldn’t resist grabbing a piece of chocolate that was meant for the s’mores, letting the candy melt in his mouth as his eyes roamed the place some more.

“Hey, isn’t that Jimin?” He spoke slowly, not wanting the melted candy to drool out of his mouth. You were munching on a cinnamon cracker, your head turning to where he was pointing and low and behold it was Jimin. He was currently sat on the grey couch in front of the fire right next to a girl you recognized as Chaeyoung, she was holding a marshmallow on top of the fire, laughing as Jimin surely teased her for burning it.

“Yeah it is.” You smiled to yourself, seeing your best friend behaving uncharacteristically flirty, accepting a bite of the slightly burnt marshmallow smushed between the chocolate and crackers in Chaeyoung’s hands, licking his lips and plucking the snack out of her grasp to feed her the rest of it.

Jungkook walked towards them, seeing a few empty spots to their left on the smaller couch by the fire, he noticed the metal basket by the couch containing blankets so he snagged one out before he took a seat, handing it to you when you sat beside him.

“Y/N, Jungkook!” Jimin notices you two the second you sit down, popping the tip of his finger into his mouth to lick away the sticky residue from it.

“Hey, I didn’t think you’d be here.” You tease him, setting your bag in front of you and Jungkook and draping the blanket over the both of your laps for some added warmth.

“I wasn’t going to but this one,” he drapes his arm over Chaeyoung and she blushes at his display of affection, covering up a side of her face, “convinced me to come. Something about them playing The Lost Boys.”

She looked up at him and smiled, “It’s my all time favorite movie, I can’t believe you’ve never seen it.” Jimin just shrugs, a teasing smirk on his face and you wanna scream at how cute hes acting but you really don’t want to embarrass him. Park Jimim was not one for dates or romantics so seeing him on what could arguably be described as a date blind sided you.

“Oh, I’m Chaeyoung by the way.” She leans out of his embrace and reaches over with an extended hand. You lean over Jungkook to reach it, a giggly handshake being exchanged between you two, “Y/N. You’re a third year right? Political science major?”

“Yes, I am! I saw your photography exhibit by the way, super amazing.” Your hands come up to cup your cheeks at her compliment, suddenly feeling like you two are drunk strangers at a bar ready to spit compliment after compliment at each other.

“And you’re Jungkook right?” She speaks again, sitting back in her seat as she stares at him with an unreadable expression and you can feel Jungkook tense up slightly at being recognized because how the fuck would a third year know who he was. He wasn’t a social butterfly at all, he only knew you and your group and his other small group of friends that he studied with.

“Oh, yeah I am.” Jungkook reaches his own hand out to greet her and she does the same. Pulling her hand back after a moment and crossing her leg over the other in thought, “Weren’t you just dating Jisoo?”

There it is. Of course thats how she would know who he was. And that only proved his suspicion that Jisoo was spreading his name around.

She had a defensive cast over her gaze, her eyes boring into Jungkook to analyze him. It clicked instantly that Chaeyoung and Jisoo were best friends so theres no doubt that right now Chaeyoung is ready to chew Jungkook out for being what she thinks is a dirtbag.

You can see how wide Jungkooks eyes get at her question, readjusting himself on the couch while his mind sorts through any possible answer he can give her. How could he clear his name without sounding like the jerk she thinks he currently is?

“Uhm,” his eyes drift over to her for a moment and when he sees her unwavering gaze he looks at Jimin instead, seeing him with his lips pressed in a firm line, “we just went to dinner and the art exhibit. We weren’t dating.”

Chaeyoung’s look softens at that, his answer being a stark contrast to what Jisoo had told her. She had said Jungkook had made her his girlfriend and went on this amazing date and when she didn’t put out he told her they weren’t dating.

Jungkook continues to ramble, thinking that answer doesn’t satisfy her, “Jisoo’s a sweet girl, don’t get me wrong. We just weren’t compatible so it was best if we…moved on?”

Your hand comes up to pat his thigh on top of the blanket, comforting him slightly because you can see how nervous he got. His own hand comes down on top of yours, fingers gently wrapping around it and giving it a squeeze.

“Totally fair,” Chaeyoung finally speaks, “just wanted to make sure you didn’t dump my friend and quickly moved on with Y/N.” Her eyes flicker over to your hands and then up to you with a smile. Jimin cleared his throat beside her, his own hands coming up to rub together to try to clear any awkward tension.

“Okay,” he starts, eyes coming down to look at the plastic bag set by your feet, “please tell me you brought any sort of alcohol.”

You lift your hand off Jungkook’s thigh, leaning forward to rummage through the bottom of your bag and pulling out colorful cans of soju. You wave two of them in your hands in offering, tossing them both to Jimin when he cheers obnoxiously, pulling out another two for you and Jungkook to enjoy.

The four of you crack open the cans, bringing them together in cheers to prepare to down the entire thing as fast as you could before anyone could possibly rat you out. You manage half of it before having to pull back, the carbonation in the drink burning your nose and throat more than the soju in it, “Fuck, why did you get these?” Jimin coughs, fingers coming up to rub at his nose.

“They look like soda cans, I was trying to be inconspicuous.” Jungkook laughs at your pained expression, setting his drink on the floor to get up and grab some of the snacks to make s’mores.

Chaeyoung raises her finished can in the air in victory, licking her lips with a slight grimace, “Done!” She crumples up the can for dramatic effect, you and Jimin staring at her in shock and then looking at each other to see who could finish the rest of their drink faster.

Jimin manages three more gulps until he pulls back again, “Nope,” he coughs, letting out a burp as he pounds onto his chest, “can’t do it.” You finish your own can, tossing it into the second reusable bag you brought thats not being occupied. Chaeyoung jokingly calls Jimin a baby, taking his own can to finish off herself.

When Jungkook returns with his snacks & two metal skewers they fall into their own conversation and Jungkook is thankful because even though Chaeyoung seems okay with him he still feels like if he says the wrong thing she’ll turn and call him a fuck boy or something of that nature.

You reach for a skewer, popping a fluffy marshmallow onto the top of it and leaning forward to reach the fire. He mimics your actions, the both of you giggling when he drops his hand too low and his marshmallow burns a little too hot for a moment.

“Do you like your marshmallows well done?” He asks you as he looks at your fluffy snack hovering over the fire way too low since you were focused on staring at his, a teasing grin on his face, “‘Cause that shit is charred.”

You gasp as you pull back your now black marshmallow, frantically blowing on it when you notice its now entirely burnt and Jungkook cant help but laugh at the frown on your face. He pulls his own perfectly toasted marshmallow up towards your face to mock you, only laughing harder when you bring your own burnt one up beside it to compare them.

“I can still salvage it.” You try to convince yourself, your fingers trying to scrape and pluck away the burnt edges but Jungkook knows as well as you do that it’s beyond repair. While you focus on your failed attempt Jungkook prepares his own s’more, putting two pieces of chocolate around the gooey marshmallow and sandwiching it between the cinnamon crackers.

When he brings it up to your face with a sweet smile the frown on your face deepens at the nice motion, you take a small bite of it and let out a sound of satisfaction when the sweetness hits your tongue, “So good!”

He motions for you to finish it but you just take it from him and force feed it back to him, your hand cupping his cheek to push his lips open and its not until he lets out another laugh that you’re able to pop the rest of the treat into his mouth with no resistance. His cheeks are puffed up and he has a bit of chocolate smeared around his lips, looking absolutely adorable and you really can’t stop yourself from cupping both of his cheeks like an annoying auntie and cooing at him which only makes his cheeks warm up, his mouth coming to life to munch away to get his cheeks to deflate again.

“Cute.”

The following week goes on like normal except for the fact that now you’re slammed with work and school, barely getting a moment to see any of your friends between the chaos of it all. Jungkook has a small moment where he thinks he did something wrong since you seemed to drop off the face of the earth after the bonfire. You had both had a great time, a small buzz coursing through you from the soju and you had convinced him to cram with you on the oversized bean bags to watch the movie playing but your lack of communication even after your shared class has him slightly worried.

He’s currently sat at his desk, fingers tapping on his laptops keyboard as he tried to finish the last 300 words needed for this essay. Taehyung is sat at his own desk and it’s not until he starts to groan and furiously key smash that Jungkook stops what he’s doing to turn around and check on his roommates mental health. “You okay?”

Taehyung groans with his cheek pressed against the buttons on his keyboard, a constant string of the letter f being typed onto his own essay, “Sorry.” He apologizes when he realizes how loud he’s being, “If this is way more information than you were looking for I don’t care, but I haven’t gotten laid in over a week so I’m dying.”

Jungkook just laughs at the vulgar behavior that just comes naturally to Taehyung, until he realizes that his roommates statement of recent celibacy means he hasn’t seen you either. Taehyung lifts his head up, his fingers coming up to scratch as his faded red hair, deciding he should get to work and stop distracting his roommate with information on his personal life.

The tapping continues and Jungkook slides his phone out to send you a text to see if you were doing okay since he wasn’t the only one who hadn’t seen you recently. He sets his phone down after pressing send, letting the screen stay lit up as he goes back to his work, his eyes constantly darting back to check for any sign of life on your end.

When it vibrates against the desk he peers over to read your response, saying that work and school were ending your social life along with a photo of your current view at work being a desktop lined up with photos you were sorting through, a few textbooks to the left of it to show you trying your best to multitask.

Yoongi looks up from his own spot, peering over his computer to watch you stop whatever it is you’re doing to grab your phone the second it vibrates, small giggles leaving your body as you banter back and forth with Jungkook for the remainder of your shift. Yoongi knows you’re a sucker, he’s just waiting for you to realize it too.

It’s not until nearly a week and a half later that you have a minute to spare, your time already being occupied by Taehyung since he had begged and pleaded for you to help him with his hair dilemma. He’s determined to be Kaneki from Tokyo Ghoul and desperately needs to bleach out the faded ass red form his hair while also tackling his roots.

You’re sat on his desk chair while he sits on the floor between your legs with a bowl of bleach being held in his hands. You have teeny tiny foils in his hair to focus on the red ends first, your hands coming down to dip the tint brush into the thick bleach to coat onto his hair and then securely fold up the foils. “I really hope this comes out.” You mumble out as you fold up the final piece of foil, placing the brush into the remaining bleach for later.

“Me too, that costume is the only thing holding my life together.”

He reaches over to set the bowl onto the desk beside the two of you, coming back to get comfortable again between your legs, “Whys that?”

He whips around dramatically, an exasperated look on his face, “Whys that?” He mocks, his fingers coming up to grip your thighs, “I haven’t fucked you in ages.” He whines out, fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs harder. The foils on his head crinkle as he drops his face onto your stomach and you just roll your eyes at how he’s acting because it’s only been two weeks.

“You have a hand Taehyung.”

“It’s not the same!”

“Wow,” you laugh out, your hand coming up to awkwardly pat his tinfoil head, “I’ve just been overwhelmed with my current work load.” You explain your current situation, how all your professors were assigning massive projects back to back combined with the extra work at your job, it was taking its toll on you. You enjoy your classes and love your new job but you haven’t been able to catch a break lately.

“Let me help you ease your stress.” He mumbles out against the fabric of your shirt, his hands trailing up from their spot on your thighs up towards your center.

“I’m not fucking you while you have that shit in your hair.”

And just like that he deflates, his arms dropping like deadweight as he crumbles back to the floor like a child. “Fine.”

He stays in that same position, letting you pat your hand on his head as you both scrolled through your phones, only standing up after you had applied the bleach to his roots and deemed it ready to wash.

You make your way to the boys restroom, Taehyung shoving his head underneath the weak stream of water coming from the sink as you help him rinse the bleach from his hair. He stays with his head bowed forward, his eyes squeezed shut as you applied the purple toner you had mixed.

When you step away to rinse your hands he stands back up to stare at his reflection in the mirror, the skin around his hairline is red from irritation thanks to the bleach and the toner had turned a very scary shade of purple but he trusts you so he doesn’t panic.

“Just fifteen minutes max and then you’re good to go baby.” His eyes move to stare at you from the reflection, seeing you staring at him with a smile, he looks so cute with his hair balled up on top of his head, his eyes wide and curious.

“Then we can fuck?” Yup, and that cute innocent look is gone, but that tiny smile spreading on his face makes you crack, “Yes Tae, then we can fuck.”

So when the timer goes off Taehyung rips off his clothes, surely staining his shirt with the dye on his head but thats a problem for a later date, the shirt laying forgotten on the floor in the corner as he approaches the showers with his hand wrapped around your arm. “In here?” You shout out, your voice bouncing off the tiled room. It’s currently not occupied but you’re not sure how long that’s gonna last for.

“Why not? I don’t wanna wait any longer.” He shrugs, throwing open the shower curtain and letting out a loud scream when he comes face to face with that cursed skeleton everyone on his floor keeps moving around. You burst into laughter and he joins in, his hand clutching his chest to try to slow his heart beat. “Okay, that one’s occupied.” He closes the curtain and moves to the very last one instead.

You pick up his shirt and ball it up to toss it on the bench in front of the shower stall he chose. Your eyes roam the room again, seeing the coast was clear as Taehyung fidgets with the water temperature. He peeks back out to slip out of his sweats and boxers, wiggling his eyebrows as he kicks them to lay beneath the same bench his shirt was on. Your mind was made up, your hands lifting your shirt up and off of you, sliding down the comfy lounging shorts you have on and Taehyung groans when he notices you don’t have any underwear on.

“You knew this was gonna happen didn’t you?”

You kick your clothing over to join his, “Wishful thinking?” You respond with a smirk, squealing loudly when his arm wraps around your waist to drag you into the awaiting stall.

“Wash that off first!” You warn him, pushing his face away from yours. He sighs and crouches down, tilting his head back so you can help him rinse the toner out of his hair. When he’s all clean you pat his cheek, letting him stand up properly and tower over you. He’s giving you that half smirk, his body backing you up against the shower wall, his back successfully blocking the stream of the shower from you because he knows you’re really not trying to get your hair wet.

“You know, you look kinda hot with silver hair.” His eyebrows raise up at your statement, his head tilting slightly, “Kinda like-” You gasp when his fingers make contact with your waist, starting to trail them down, that teasing smirk still on his face as he waits for you to finish your sentence, “like a real life anime character.”

He hums, “Oh? Does that turn you on?”

You just nod, your teeth chewing on your bottom lip as you stared up at him. When his fingers pass your hips and dip down to part your lips his mouth opens up in fake shock, “Messy baby, you weren’t lying. You’re so wet already.”

The groan you let out hardly gets muffled by the noise of the shower but thats the last of your worries right now, your mind too focused on the feeling of his fingers gathering up your arousal, trailing up and down your slit teasingly, “I can’t help it, it’s been too long.” And he knows this, stepping even closer to lock your lips in a heated kiss, it’s been way too long.

He starts to circle his fingers around your entrance but you shake your head, your lips pulling back from his with a small gasp, “No, just fuck me please.” He rests his forehead against yours, his cock throbbing at how desperate your voice sounds. Something about how eager and hungry you always were for sex fueled him, always kept him wanting more.

“Whatever you want baby.” He plants a small kiss on your forehead as he places his hands on your waist, twirling you around and pressing your chest against the cold tile. Then theres a loud wet smack echoing from his palm connecting against your ass, another squeal being heard as a giggly but hushed sound of his name leaves your lips.

And as Jungkook stands at the sink, washing his hands after using the bathroom, he feels his heart stop. He had walked in a minute or so ago, hearing the sounds of a couple talking with the shower running and he knew they were gonna fuck because thats honestly a common occurrence but he didn’t know it was you.

The tap keeps running, his hands still stuck under it as his neck cranes to look to the far left where the shower section was. He sees the ball of clothes you two must have kicked off to the side. The white shower curtain being short enough to see the two pairs of feet in the shower and the position they were currently in made it glaringly obvious that Taehyung was pounding into you from behind and as if he needed more confirmation, you just moaned out for him to fuck you harder.

It was when another loud smack echoed out, mixed in with a grunt from Taehyung that he decided he needed to get the fuck out of there. So he did, not bothering to wipe his hands dry as he scurried away, his cheeks burning up and a mysterious feeling in his chest that he could feel spreading to the rest of his body. He never let you guys know what he had witnessed, not even when you both walked back into the room with your clothes clinging on to your still damp body.

The next time you see Jungkook is a few days later as you’re about to enter the cafe. You don’t speak to him because you spot him a few feet away, walking out of the arts building and in the direction of the schools cafeteria. It takes you a moment to even realize it’s him because his hair is no longer black and you have an inkling that Taehyung is the one that helped him with this.

You decide you’ll find him after you get your coffee and enter the shop. Instantly you spot Jisoo stood behind the cash register and she looks flustered when you make eye contact. Regardless you walk up to her and order a caramel macchiato, adding an americano to the mix since you plan on seeing Jungkook right after this anyways.

Jisoo raises her eyebrows when you order the americano, no doubt knowing its for Jungkook since thats always been his drink of choice here. “Thank you by the way.” She speaks up after you finish telling her your order.

Her comment catches you off guard, “Thank you for what?”

She scribbles on the cups before handing them off to her coworker to get started on. The cafe doesn’t currently have anyone else waiting to order so she stays at the register to chat. “For helping Jungkook with our date.”

You’re about to play stupid but she raised her hand to stop you, “Look, I know you’re the one who suggested both dates to him so thanks.” You’re stunned to silence, not really sure how you should respond but she keeps talking, “It’s just a shame isn’t it?”

“What is?” Your arms are now crossed defensively across your chest.

“That all boys want to do is get in your pants, no one likes romance anymore. I thought Jungkook was nice, goes to show all men are pigs.”

You don’t know why that irritates you as much as it does but you can’t stop yourself from snapping at her, “I’m sorry what exactly did Jungkook do to you that was so horrible?” That wasn’t the reaction she was hoping for, her eyes widening slightly at the sharp tone in your voice, “Because from what I know he took you on two very nice dates and you were the one that cornered him in your hallway, beyond ready to get into his pants without even speaking to him. Sounds like you’re the pig here Jisoo.”

Her face blanks, obviously not thinking you knew the details of the date. She was expecting to be able to spill whatever fake warning she had been telling all of her friends to stay away from Jungkook. “If he was truly as horrible as you’re making everyone believe he is he would’ve slept with you and left the second he got what he wanted.” At that moment her coworker came up with both drinks in hand and a grimace on his face at the interaction he had witnessed. You gripped them both and thanked him before walking out of there as fast as you could so you wouldn’t do something irrational.

Your face felt red, not from embarrassment but from holding in your anger. Jungkook didn’t deserve to have someone talk about him like this, he wasn’t a pig, he was the furthest from that. He was a very sweet gentleman who went out of his way to be as polite as he could. Jungkook was very much boyfriend material and it wasn’t fair that Jisoo could bad mouth him all she wanted because she was salty about being rejected.

You were marching down your campus, some of your drink was sloshing out of the opening in the lid, splashing onto your hand and burning the fuck out of it but it wasn’t processing in your mind as you entered the cafeteria and hoped Jungkook was still here.

You pause at the entryway to scan the room, it was full at this hour since most students came here after their 6pm class to catch a bite for dinner. Eyes roaming over each table you spot the new half blonde and half red hair that belongs to Jungkook, he’s sat next to two other boys all of them laughing and goofing off with their trays in front of them. And now you’re unsure if you should approach him, his back is towards you but one of his friends glances up and makes eye contact, offering you a weird smile. Jungkook notices and cranes around to see what the hell his friend is staring at, noticing you standing awkwardly with your two cups of coffee. You expect him to just give you a half assed greeting before he turns around but his smile gets bigger and he’s waving you over.

You shyly smile and make your way over, slipping between the occupied tables to sit in the spot beside Jungkook. “I uh, I saw you coming this way so I got you a coffee since you know.” You motion with your hands and he understands, he hadn’t had his favorite coffee in weeks because he had been avoiding the cafe like the plague.

“Thank you.” He accepts the cup and takes a gulp, exaggerating a moan to show how much he missed it. That makes his friends and you laugh as you mumble out a no problem, your hands cupping your own drink. At the thought of coffee he pauses, grabbing his bag and sorting through it to pull out the mug he promised you.

You gasp when he hands it over, its a slightly bumpy jumbo mug that he had glazed in black, the inside of the cup being glazed white with a small bat being put on the bottom. You flipped it over to analyze it some more, your thumb grazing over the engraving of his initials he put underneath it, “Oh my god, its perfect!”

Jungkooks friends see the way his ears redden the second he handed you the gift and they want to tease him but theyre scared of the beating they’ll get when you’re gone.

“It’s big enough for two cups.” It definitely is, it was deep and pretty wide. You would be putting it to use tomorrow when you needed a morning cup at work. Jungkook watches the way you stare at the mug like its your newest prized possession and he smiles, picking up his cup of coffee again to take a sip.

“Jisoos a bitch by the way.” You blurt out before you can help yourself and the entire table stays silent, your eyes wide in shock that you even said anything at all.

He holds the coffee cup by his lips, his eyebrows furrowed and the cutest pout on his lips, “What do you mean?”

You push your cup a little bit away from you, tugging your sweaters sleeves over your palms, “I mean she’s a bitch.” Point blank period. “When I ordered these she tried to take that opportunity to talk shit about you to me, called you a pig or something.” You fake disinterest, “So I went off on her.”

His friends holler at that, no doubt knowing what happened between him and Jisoo, one of them offers you a high five which you awkwardly accept. Jungkook just stares at you, in disbelief that Jisoo was trying to make him look bad to you of all people, but he was even more surprised that you had been so quick to defend him.

“You didn’t have to do that, but…I appreciate it.” You shrug, a small smile on your face which he reciprocates.

“Oh,” he puts the coffee down again and gestures towards his friends, “by the way, Y/N this is Mingyu and Eunwoo.” They greet you respectfully, Mingyu whispering something into Eunwoo’s ear before he nods and they both start snickering and then Jungkooks swiftly kicking one of their shins under the table, causing the cheap thing to shake.

You jump at the action and Jungkook glares at his friends before looking at you, “Sorry, weird spasm. Are you hungry?” He quickly changes the subject, desperately trying to get you away from his friends before they say some shit to embarrass him in front of you because he knows they will. They had been the ones subjected to the endless texts in the group chat where Jungkook went on mini rants that switched from trying to convince himself and his group that he did not have a crush on you to asking them for advice on how to best approach you.

At his question you realize you are in fact hungry so you get up with him and follow him to the food options, his now empty tray in hand, you grab a tray from the stack in the corner as you see what catches your eye. Jungkook reaches for the mozzarella sticks, plopping a good handful onto a plate and setting it on his tray with a smile. You copy his actions and grab another plate, putting a regular cheeseburger on it along with some fries. Since Jungkook had already had a burger before you got here he settles for a few chicken wings instead, grabbing a drink for himself and another for you when you motion that you want the same one.

“I like the hair by the way.” You finally speak when you’re both swiping your student cards.

He picks one hand up to ruffle his freshly dyed hair, the red and blonde strands falling slightly over his eyes, “Thanks, it’s for Halloween. I was just gonna spray paint it but Tae convinced me to dye it.”

Just as you figured, “Who are you going as, Todoroki?”

He nods quickly, his face showing his obvious excitement, “Yes! Thats exactly who I’m supposed to be. Have you thought of your costume yet?”

With both trays in hand you start the walk back to the table, “Yeah not as nerdy as yours and Tae’s but close enough.” You tease him, not aware of the stares Jungkooks friends were currently giving you two, “I’m dressing up as Raven from Teen Titans.”

He gulps at that, Raven’s costume wasn’t down right in your face sexy but something about you being in a tight black leotard with your legs bare and a cape covering you up has Jungkook’s weeb ass sweating.

And he didn’t have to wait long to see it since Halloween landed on the upcoming Saturday. All of you were gathered at Jimin’s apartment, all in full nerd gear with shot glasses in hand. The party was being held at one of his friends places which meant expensive booze and a nice house, a drastic change from the dirty parties at the delta fucking whatevers so needless to say you guys were all pumped.

It was currently 10:30 at night and you were about to order a few ubers to head over, your body was buzzing from the two shots you’ve taken, enough to loosen you up.

Jimin is currently dressed in full Joker attire, the new version, his blonde hair is temporarily dyed green with paste, slicked back off of his face and it kills you that hes able to rock any look. “You’re the bane of my existence.”

He has his hand wrapped around you with a smile, raising his eyebrows and making the painted red ones lift up too, “It’s not my fault I was blessed with beautiful genes.” You just roll your eyes, declining the third shot he hands you and he just shrugs and takes it instead, keeping his arm around you as he grimaces and slams the shot glass down on the counter in front of you two.

Jungkook is sat on the couch in the living room beside Yoongi who’s dressed liked Naruto and you finally realize what a giant bunch of losers you and your friends are. Namjoon is stood over by the record player that has music filling up the room, dressed up as Gudetama in a comfortable looking onesie, beside him is Jin and his girlfriend Arang who are dressed in matching pumpkin costumes looking adorable as ever. Hoseok is stood next to Taehyung by the liquor bottle a few feet away from you and Jimin, dressed like an inmate, a pair of handcuffs wrapped around one single wrist for show.

Your eyes move back to Jungkook, he’s decked out in full Todoroki gear, a blue tracksuit on with the white accents and belt, even similar boots and the damn burn on his face to finish it off. The way hes sat on the couch with his legs spread out is like an open invitation to be sat on, you always forget how buff Jungkook is but seeing his thick muscles pulling the fabric taut around his thighs is making your mouth water.

“I knew it.” Jimin whispers in your ear when he catches you staring at the younger boy.

“What are you talking about?”

“You are into him, Yoongi mentioned it to me and I noticed it a while back but I didn’t believe it.”

You trust Jimin, he’s undoubtedly your best friend but you’re not ready to admit to feelings you aren’t even sure you fully have yet so you shrug indifferently, “Honestly, I’m just admiring his juicy ass thighs.”

He peers over and stares at them as well, humming in appreciation, “Well you’re not wrong.”

Taehyung pours himself another shot, letting it overflow a bit as he watches you and Jimin staring at Jungkook. He has his Kaneki face mask partially tugged down to not interfere with his ability to get hammered so the weird grimace he sports is visible for anyone to see. He got it, Jungkook was attractive and muscular and Taehyung had offered to help dye his hair for his costume in hopes that it would land him a chick tonight so he’d back off of you but his plan seems to be backfiring on him.

Taehyung hates that he feels the jealousy blooming in him when he sees you walk over to Jungkook, offering him a shot with a grin, sitting down beside him and laughing at the way he crinkles his nose. He swears he doesn’t feel jealous because he likes you deeper than the current arrangement you both have, its just that stupid territorial mindset he never fully grew out of taking over. He was currently still sober enough which is why he was trying so hard to squish it down, thats all it was.

He knows if you turned around and decided to stop sleeping with him and moved on to Jungkook for that or even a relationship he wouldn’t fight you on it because you could do whatever you wanted but he was hoping what you two had would have lasted longer than a few months and you wouldn’t be setting your sights on his roommate of all people or at least had the decency to tell him. Its not until Hoseok swats his arm, giving him a weird glare, that he snaps him out of blatantly staring at you and Jungkook.

When the ubers finally come you all split up to make yourselves fit into them, Taehyung lucking out and getting stuck in the uber you, Jungkook, and Jimin were in, leaving you sandwiched between him and Jungkook in the back row while Jimin occupied the passengers seat. Taehyung is tense in his seat and you can feel it, his hands clenched and resting on his lap as he stares out the window, counting down the seconds until you all pull up in front of the giant house party.

“It’s my friend Taemin’s house, he’s honestly probably hammered already.” Jimin says once your whole group is gathered on the front lawn. He takes the lead and walks up the path laid out, opening the door to enter the booming house, loud house music being blasted from the giant speakers in the corners.

“Holy shit.” Namjoon speaks out, his eyes taking in how enormous the house was. The ceilings were stupid high, an expensive looking chandelier being the main focus in the current room but it was clear the home owner didn’t pay it much attention considering the shiny diamonds were currently covered in those fake cobwebs.

“How many people are even here?” Arang speaks up as you all make your way deeper into the house. The place is swarming with people, all in their own costumes and you don’t believe that Taemin even knows everyone here.

“Probably a few hundred people, a thousand if he’s fucking insane.” Jimin laughs, his hand coming up to point across the room as he finally spots Taemin in the second living room area he had. He was sat on the couch, looking pretty drunk but the second he spotted Jimin he sprung up and met him halfway in a clumsy hug.

“Thanks for coming out you guys.” He speaks up like he actually knows who you all are even though you’re all strangers, “Feel free to drink whatever you want, theres no rules just please don’t break my shit. Theres also a costume contest happening at midnight with some cash prizes.” When he finishes his little host speech he bows dramatically before someone else calls out for him and he’s gone.

You and your friends don’t need to be told twice, instantly gravitating towards the drinks to get as drunk as everyone else seemed to already be. The array of pricey liquor has you wanting to cry, you absolutely loved the rich for this reason only. The one thing you’re all good at is getting absolutely sauced so it doesn’t take long for you guys to catch up.

Little by little everyone slowly splitting up when the night progresses, there was too much going on in all the different areas of the house, along with who knows what happening in the backyard but you’re pretty sure theres a pool out there, something you would definitely be avoiding because it was freezing.

Hoseok and you end up together as you usually do, being designated party buddies. You’re stood at the back of a room thats currently having a very drunk karaoke concert going on, a very dramatic rendition of Dont Stop Believing being the song of choice and you’re both clapping your hands anc cheering along when the six foot tall Ash Ketchum goes out of his way to make his own adlibs.

You tell Hoseok you’ll be right back as you venture back out of the room to go grab another mixed drink. On your way there you spot Jungkook sat on the couch beside Namjoon, a very pretty girl stood beside him, trying her best to get his attention but he’s either not interested or completely oblivious to her advances because he brushes her off and starts a conversation with Namjoon instead. You’re pouring your drink into your cup when the girl walks away from him with a roll of her eyes, saying something to her waiting group of friends before they all make their way outside.

Just as you’re about to go over to him Taehyung pops up on your left, slinging his arm over you in the sloppy way that lets you know he’s been throwing back way more shots than you have. “Can I ask you something?” He slurs into your ear, choosing to stand in front of you, putting you between him and the counter behind you.

“Sure.” You say as you take a sip of your strong drink, your eyes looking up at him and seeing them glazed over, a hint of uncertainty in them.

He looks down at the floor for a moment before looking back up at you, the three tequila shots he just took minutes ago doing nothing to stop him from squishing down his emotions now, “Are you fucking Jungkook?”

You quickly swallow the liquid in your mouth so you don’t spit it out, your face showing how absurd you think his question is, “What? No?”

Taehyung narrows his eyes at you, not entirely believing you because of how you two have been acting recently, he sees the way Jungkook acts whenever you text him and he knew you two had started to hang out more on your own. And he would’ve thought it was a normal hang out until Jimin had uploaded a video of the bonfire and he had seen you two making cutesy eyes at each other as you fed him a s’more.

You can see the gears turning in his head but you speak up again before he has a chance to say some stupid shit, “How drunk are you?”

“Drunk enough!” He shouts back and thats confirmation enough for you to know that whatever conversation he thinks he wants to have right now will have to wait.

“Okay you weirdo, get a grip please and back off.” His current attitude was getting on your nerves only because it’s something you’re not used to dealing with when it came to him. Even though you’re half kidding at your statement there’s still some truth to it and he hears it loud and clear, stepping back like a toddler and giving you some space. He mumbles something out about going to find Jimin but you don’t pay it any mind, just nodding along as you drink more of your concoction and go back to join Hoseok in the karaoke room again.

Another hour passes, a few minutes shy of midnight so you know the costume contest will be taking place soon. You and Hoseok have drifted away from each other, him deciding to go join the dance floor at the front of the house where as you find yourself watching an intense game of guitar hero being played. The giant flat screen lets any onlooker clearly see the battle happening and you don’t notice Jungkook beside you until he’s nudging you with his hip, a goofy smile on his face when you stumble over slightly.

“You really suit this character.” He’s standing there with his arms crossed and for one of the first times since you’ve known him he has this very confident aura coming from him. Maybe it’s because he’s had too much to drink to care or maybe it’s because he feels like he’s in his element in this dorky costume but confidence looks good on him.

“Should I just live my entire life as Todoroki then?”

His eyes are glassy from the alcohol and his cheeks are pink but he can tell you’ve had a bit more to drink than him, your tongue becoming too loose to hold anything back, “I definitely wouldn’t mind it.” When he notices your eyes raking up his body and back down, stopping at his thighs once more before looking at his eyes again, he just blushes and chooses to uncross his arms to take a sip of his drink.

He’s been noticing your constant eyeing of his thighs, having caught you staring at them at Jimin’s place earlier tonight, and now that you were drunk you were doing a worse job at trying to play it off. “Has anyone ever told you that your thighs are beautiful?” You finally address it.

Jungkook raises both of his eyebrows, looking down at himself, shifting his weight between both legs and stretching one out. “Can’t say they have.”

“Just wanna bite em…” You mumble under your breath and he chuckles, catching your words but not speaking on it. The shots are definitely seeping further into your blood because your hands are coming up and out, grabbing the meaty skin of his right thigh and he’s yelping from the shock, jumping slightly before balancing out so his drink wouldn’t spill.

You’re grinning sweetly as you give his thigh another quick squeeze and retreat back. You only hum in thought, your mind wondering what they look like under the pants he’s currently wearing. Jungkook is still too caught off guard, any words he wants to say getting stuck in his throat as he observes the room to see if anyone saw that.

The reality of what you just did slowly sinks in and he catches the switch, your eyes sharpening up and you take a very small step back, “Are none of these girls good enough for you?”

“What?”

You nervously swallow more of your drink which probably isn’t wise because look at what you had already done with the alcohol already in your system, “I promised you I’d get you laid by the end of this month and i’ve seen like four girls come up to you and you blew them off.”

That was true, he had done that all night but it had been such an automatic response that he wasn’t sure why he had, something about sleeping with a complete stranger in another strangers home felt wrong. That and the fact that he wanted to sleep with you was also getting in the way, but his inner self currently had that thought in a headlock, a very loose and slowly weakening headlock but a headlock nonetheless, so he was ignoring it.

“They didn’t even know who I’m supposed to be.” He lies as an excuse and it makes you laugh, tipping your cup up and pouring the rest of its contents down your throat.

“Is that you’re only reason?”

He nods stubbornly, sticking with his horrible excuse until it turns around and bites him in the ass. “Well I know who you’re supposed to be, so what does that mean?”

He blanks at that, really not expecting the turn this would take. You watch him, his big doe eyes only getting bigger at your words. He rolls his lips together in thought, his mind sorting through all the appropriate responses he could say. During his distraction he doesn’t notice his inner self releasing the headlock grip he had on his feelings until it’s too late and they’re spilling out into the open.

“It means I wanna fuck you.”

Yeah. That wasn’t what he wanted to say, at all, but his filter had clearly been lost a few shots back and when you don’t immediately slap him he doesn’t think he fucked up entirely.

“You wanna fuck me?” You repeat slowly, stepping closer to him. You had a feeling he did based on that drunk text he had sent you but you had to make sure he really wanted to and this wasn’t just a nervous response. Jimin and Yoongi were right in their observations of both of you, you wanted to sleep with him, you have ever since that night in your room and the realistic dreams involving him haven’t stopped so maybe once you sleep with him everything will mellow out in your brain.

This isn’t a crush, you try to convince yourself, this is just your hormones talking. It’s not your fault that imaginary Jungkook would moan such sweet praises in your ear while you dreamed, thats why you were stuck wearing i’m horny for jungkook glasses, and once you slept with each other all would be fine.

His eyes look around, he could see Tae and Jimin stood near the kitchen, Tae doubling over in laughter at something being said and when you see who he’s looking up it only annoys you. Taehyung didn’t have this claim on you and you knew Jungkook was just worried because he didn’t fully believe no feelings were involved between you and Tae but you were sick of people thinking you belonged to him.

You raise your hand up to cup his cheek, bringing his attention back to you, “I asked you a question Jungkook.”

He looks back over to you, seeing your own eyes staring up at him and he finds himself nodding his head. Sure you both aren’t sober at all and will he be embarrassed about this once he is, probably, but he knows he’ll regret not being completely honest tomorrow morning if he says no.

At his confirmation you smile, you had spotted the staircase nearby, knowing there would be rooms you two could occupy but when you start to tug him in the direction of it he resists.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know, I just don’t feel right using someone’s room to do this.” Jungkook wasn’t a virgin so you knew he wasn’t wanting this to be a certain way for his first time but he’d only ever been intimate with one person and it hadn’t gone the way he wanted at all so if he didn’t feel comfortable sleeping with you in this house it was fine by you.

“Do you want to go back to mine then?” The urgency that usually came with party hook ups was missing, you didn’t feel rushed to get in a room and tear his clothes off without speaking to each other, he wasn’t just a hook up.

When he nods his head you don’t think twice to pull him in the direction towards the front door, a loud tapping noise stopping you both in your tracks. Everyone stops talking, turning towards the source of the noise and seeing Taemin stood on top of his coffee table with a microphone in hand, his finger tapping the top of it to check it.

“Okay, fuck it works dude!” Jimin shouted out, everyones hands coming up to cover their ears when Taemin just laughs loudly into the mic.

It was time for the costume contest and as much as you wouldn’t mind seeing who won or even potentially winning the cash prize yourself, the thought of finally getting to sleep with Jungkook wins. You look back at him, your eyes asking him if he wants to wait but he shakes his head, his fingers giving your palm another squeeze. You choose not to notify your friends that you were leaving, they were all drunk enough and were already planning on sleeping at Jimin’s after this anyways so you had a few hours before they even noticed you had both disappeared.

Jungkook feels oddly calm, the nerves that had overtaken him when he was in this position the very first time not coming up, even the small sense of uncertainty he felt when it came to Jisoo was gone and he likes it. He likes the feel of your hand in his as you wait for the uber. He likes how you rest your clasped hands on your thigh, your thumb rubbing the back of his palm soothingly and when you finally manage to sneak into your building he likes the way you push him against the elevator wall, your lips slotting between his in the first sign of urgency.

When you lick your way into his mouth he tastes the strong tang of tequila that he’s sure you can taste from him as well but he doesn’t mind it. His hands coming up to wrap around your waist, the thin material of your leotard letting you feel his touch as his fingers dig into your waist to pull you closer to him. You’re on your tip toes and he’s leaning over to match your height, the sound of the elevator ding making you both pull apart with heavy sighs.

You twirl back around, your head peaking out of the elevator to make sure the coast was clear since you technically weren’t allowed to have Jungkook over at this time. Once you saw the hallway was clear you wrapped your hand over his wrist, tugging him to your door in a haste to get out of the open. You make it a few feet when the sound of the bathroom door opening makes you both freeze, Jungkook has his eyes screwed shut as he waits for someone to start to scold you both. You’re waiting for it too, especially when you turn around and spot Jihyo, your RA, standing in the middle of the hallway right in front of the bathroom door.

She’s currently rubbing her eyes, tipsy and in a revealing Sailor Mars costume. When she spots you and Jungkook looking just as tipsy and your lips swollen she just sighs, throwing her head back dramatically, “Go, hurry up and get in your room. I didn’t see anything.” You throw her a thankful look and she just shields her eyes as she makes her way back into her room, you don’t waste anymore time as you slide your key card out of your bra and unlock your room.

“Wait, your roommate.” Jungkook whispers, just now realizing that she existed. He’s stood right on the door’s threshold, refusing to come in until you literally force him, your hand tugging him in. His hands grasp your shoulders to not knock you over from the force of your pull, he finally gets a chance to look around when you flick your light on and he notices Wendy is no where to be found.

“She’s went out of town for Halloween, we’re fine, now please kiss me.” The door shuts behind Jungkook, that answer satisfies him, his hands moving off your shoulders to cup your face and bring you in for another kiss. Your mind feels like its floating as he starts to walk, leading you backwards towards your bed.

Your hands slide up his chest as you make your way to your bed, your fingers clasping the zipper of his costume and tugging it down, revealing his bare skin. He had decided not to wear anything underneath his tracksuit, he always got hot and sweaty when he was drunk so he didn’t want to add more layers than necessary, and luckily it worked in his favor.

Your fingertips leave a hot trail on his skin as you work on getting this article of clothing off of him, his hands coming away from your face as you push the sleeves down his arms, the material falling onto the floor in a heap. His lips never part from yours, his actions getting more confident, his kisses getting more urgent because he can’t seem to get enough of you.

His hands trail up to unclasp the cape around your shoulders, letting the crushed velvet garment join his top on the floor, and then its a race of getting the rest of your clothing off. You pull back from him your lips smacking together one final time when you step back, your eyes finally getting to see him shirtless for the first time.

Is he for real? Was he sculpted by the fucking gods themselves because this wasn’t fair. You always knew Jungkook worked out like a madman but you never expected him to look like this. His chest was heaving as he tried to catch his breath, the muscles in his arms rippling as he fidgeted with the stupid belt he had on and when he finally got it off and was able to slide out of his boots and pants your wishes were granted in the form of his thighs.

You had forgotten about sliding out of your leotard and belt, your boots were kicked off to the side but when his thick thighs were exposed you dropped to the floor in front of him. Jungkook wasn’t expecting that, part of him thought you might of passed out or something from how suddenly you collapsed but when your hand come up to trail his thighs he knows you’re fine.

“Are you joking?” You mumble out, your mind acting on it’s own accord, you press open mouth kisses on his thighs, your fingers giving them small squeeze as you kiss your way up to the band of his briefs.

Jungkook had fantasized about this so many times put now that you were sitting right in front of him on your knees, your mouth kissing his dick over the fabric of his briefs, he wasn’t sure he could stop himself from blowing his load the second you put it in your mouth.

“Have you ever had a blowjob Kookie?” The nickname is new but he likes it, especially when he sees how you look at him when you say it, your eyes widening slightly when he shakes his head. No he’s never had a blowjob and as much as he wants to experience his first one from you he won’t ever let himself live it down if he cums before he gets a chance to fuck you.

“Can I be honest?” He mumbles out as your fingers slip underneath the band of his briefs, beginning to tug it down slowly, his legs stepping out of the material as it bunches around his ankles.

His cock springs out without the restraint of his briefs and your mouth salivates at the sight of it. Of course Jeon Jungkook would have a beautiful big dick, its veiny with a slight upward curve, the girth of it making you bite your lip in anticipation of it stretching you open. Your eyes move back up to him and you smile gently, “Yeah of course.”

He moves his own hands to cover your smaller ones, his fingers wrapping around your fingertips to lift them off his skin. “Can we…do that next time,” it slips out before he can catch it, indication of this happening again and you take note of it, the lust clouding your mind not being against that happening, “I just really wanna fuck you.” He confesses, his body bending over, his arms hooking under your arms to scoop you up from the floor with ease.

“Yeah,” you breathe out as he stands you up, his hands cupping your cheeks with care, his thumb tracing your skin as he stares down at you, “we can do that next time.”

You reach out and let your hands touch his waist, the feel of his bare skin making you realize he’s the only one naked right now. You turn him around so his back is facing your bed, your hands gently pushing him back onto it.

He catches himself with his palms, sliding back onto your bed until he’s laying against the pillows you have set up. He watches as you reach back to unclasp the ruby belt you have, letting it fall with a clank as you move on to unbutton the top of your leotard, slipping the skin tight fabric off of your body.

Jungkook can feel his dick twitch against his abs at the sight of you, you crawl onto the bed, your fingers trailing up his thighs as you straddle him in a similar way that brings back memories of a few weeks ago. The feeling of you sat on top of him with no barrier is something he never thought he’d experience and when he feels the slick glide of you grinding down on his cock his stomach caves in, a groan leaving his lips. His fingers come up to grip your hips, your own hands wrapping around his neck as you smile down on him.

“Feel good?” You ask him, a tiny gasp escaping you when you repeat your actions and his cock nudges your clit.

His eyes move down to stare at the spot where you connect, seeing how shiny you’re leaving him as your arousal mixes with his precum makes his mouth drop open in awe. “Yeah, feels good.” He whispers out, his hands gripping your skin tighter to make you rut on him faster.

You can see the desperation growing on him, the shy Jungkook you were so accustomed to nowhere to be found as he rolled his hips up to meet your motions, his head dropping back into the pillows with a moan. With his neck wide open you lean forward, kissing and licking your way up to his jaw, your teeth gently nipping at his skin, making his hips stutter.

Blame mistake number one on you wanting to see Jungkook fully fall apart underneath you but you’re not thinking too much when you reach down and grasp his cock, letting the tip of it nudge your entrance. You know you’re clean and on birth control and unless he’s been lying to you, you assume he should be clean as well.

His head snaps up at the new sensation, and Jungkook may be inexperienced but he’s not stupid, “Wait–“ You think he’s stopping you because you haven’t pulled out a condom so you pause, giving him a curious look but his mind is too full of want that he doesn’t even process the fact that there isn’t a condom “it’s gonna hurt you.” He wants to finger you, stretch you open and let his fingers explore your body until you falling apart.

“It’s okay, I like that.” You admit, giggling when you see his cheeks flush. You go back to nudging the tip of him into you, the feeling of it breaching your entrance has you moaning and Jungkook drops one hand off your hip to clutch your comforter instead, his fingers clenching around the fabric as your walls wrap around the tip of him.

“Fuck,” you groan out, he was big but the feeling of him stretching you out had another gush of arousal slip out of you, only aiding in letting you slide down another inch or so. Your hands come forward to rest on his stomach as you wait a moment, Jungkook can feel you clenching around the first few inches of him, his eyebrows furrowed together tightly at the feeling of your warmth enveloping him all around.

You relax your muscles, letting the rest of him slide into you, the tip of him just shy of nudging your cervix when you’re fully sat on him. You give him a moment to adjust, waiting until his eyes open up again, “Please move.” He croaks out, his hand coming back up to your hips to get you to do anything because the feeling of you just clenching around him was killing him.

His desperation turns you on and you start to move instantly, grinding on him to let yourself get used to the size of him before you start to lift yourself up, slamming back down, the slap of your skin connecting filling up the dorm room.

As you stare down at him you have to pinch yourself because the visual of him whimpering underneath you is an exact replica of the dreams you’ve been having. A needy Jungkook kneading the flesh of your hips, rutting his own hips up to meet you, his big eyes blown out with lust and adoration in the same damn way you’ve been dreaming about and you know you’re done for.

Jungkook can say the same, the countless times he’s dreamt of you doing this to him has him thinking he’s stuck in a dream, ready to wake up to his roommate tossing a pillow at him but it never comes because you’re actually here. You’re here on top of him, riding him like it’s something you’ve always wanted. His hand trails up from your hip to grasp your bouncing boob, giving it an experimental squeeze, his thumb and index finger tweaking your nipple and enjoying the way you moan from it.

He can feel your arousal dripping down his length every time you lift up, the remnants of it pooling around the base of his cock, he can see it as his eyes are glued to the way your lips part to take his length in. He can feel you start to get tired from the constant motion, your movements slowing down slightly so he takes it upon himself to wrap his arms around you and bring you closer to his chest, successfully flipping you over underneath him.

Your hair fans out around you and you stare up at him in shock, never thinking he’d do something like that but it only lasts a minute before hes sliding back into you. His hands are by your face, caging your body underneath his as he pounds into you.

His jaw is clenched tightly when he feels you wrap your arms around his shoulders, your fingers trying to cling onto his back from the force of his thrusts. “Do you want it harder?” He grunts out, looking down at you to see you nodding frantically, your legs wrapping around his waist to push him deeper into you.

“Please ple–“ you gasp when he slides out before rearing back into you, starting a brutal pace that you didn’t think he was capable of. “Just like that. God Jungkook.” You cry out and he feels his chest fill with pride. You were moaning out his name, he was the one making you feel this way.

You can feel him graze your bundle of nerves every time he thrusts forward, a high pitched moan leaving you and he does another experimental thrust to find the exact spot, angling his hips until you’re gasping and then he’s grinding right into it every time. Determined to get you to cum before him he keeps it up, he can feel his climax creeping in on him, you’re squeezing him so tight its almost impossible to thrust into you but he can tell you’re close when your hand comes down to rub your clit and he almost cums from that sight alone.

Seeing you squirming underneath him as your fingers worked to push yourself over the edge just made him thrust harder into you, a deep groan leaving his mouth when you gasped out, your walls clamping around him even tighter than before as you threw your head back. You had enough sense to clasp a hand over your mouth before you moaned out at as your body twitched from your orgasm, the feeling of Jungkook continuing to pound into you only making more muffled whimpers leave you from the overstimulation.

“Fuck you feel so good.” He mumbles out, his head dropping forward to rest between your neck and shoulder as he starts to rut faster into you. Your toes are curling from the after shocks of your climax, the tingles all over your body being the cause of mistake number two, “Cum inside me Jungkook, please.”

His face lifts back up at your statement, checking to make sure you mean it and when you nod and press your lips against his for another heated kiss he doesn’t hold back. His hips rolling into yours with new found energy, your body being jostled up at his action but you don’t care when all you taste is him, your kisses swallowing the desperate whine that leave him as he nears his end. His thrusts get sloppier until he’s groaning out deeply, his hips stuttering as his cock paints your walls white. You moan again at the feeling of his warm cum inside of you, letting him roll his hips a few more times as you kiss him gently to bring him back down.

His arms fail him, his body flopping on top of you in a heap, his muscles absolutely crushing you but the way he wraps your arms underneath your waist and nuzzles into you makes you forget about your inability to breath. His face is pressed against your neck under your chin, his soft dick is still inside you and he really doesn’t want to pull it out, he’d be perfectly content with going to sleep and waking up in this position.

You keep your legs wrapped around his waist, your fingers gently playing with his damp hair, “I miss your black hair.” You mumble out, breaking the silence that fell over the room.

He hums against your neck, kissing your skin gently in content when you scratch his scalp, “I’ll dye it back for you.”

You don’t know why that statement makes your heart swell but it does, your lips coming down to kiss his hair before laying back down. The both of you catch your breaths like this, Jungkook having his cheek pressed against your skin and you gently massaging his head.

He can feel the sweat on your skin start to get sticky so he decides nows a good time to pull apart, his skin peeling off of you and you’re both grimacing when he finally slides out of you, a small gush of his cum dripping out of your entrance and you squeeze your thighs shut at the feeling.

Jungkook wants to sit there and stare at his cum staining your skin but he can tell you feel icky from your face so he stands up from the bed and looks around your room, spotting your towel by your desk. He picks it up and comes back to you. His fingers gently pry open your thighs as he starts to clean you up, tossing the towel aside and motioning for you to move so you can get comfy in bed.

You shuffle around until you slide your comforter down, letting him adjust himself so you both fit comfortably. The small feelings of being tipsy are gone, your muscles completely relaxed and sleep starts to overtake you as you feel him move behind you, his arm lazily draping over you as you both start to slowly fall asleep.

“You know,” he gently speaks up, “you promised me you’d get me laid by the end of October.”

You hum in acknowledgment, and he’s smirking into your hair, “It’s technically November though so.”

You giggle softly at this, turning around in his grasp to face him, your leg slipping in between his as you get closer, “Oh how could I ever make it up to you for breaking my promise.” He lets out a fake gasp as your sarcastic response, his fingers wasting no time coming up to playfully jab at your sides, succeeded in making you squirm and laugh until his lips are kissing you again, the urgency and heat from before missing but he likes this way better.

He likes the small laughs in between kisses, the shy licks of your tongue and sighs you let out and in that moment Jungkook feels content.

Jungkook doesn’t think of whats going to happen tomorrow morning when you both wake up and the initial lust is gone. He doesn’t think of the conversation that’s gonna have to happen once the sun comes up. No he lets himself enjoy this, lets you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him even closer. He’ll worry about that when it comes.

#btsghostie #jungkook smut #bts smut #taehyung smut #i guess?? v briefly???#new

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milfjensenackles · 3 years

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to purgatory and back: chapter 2

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Dean is in love with his best friend.

He’s trapped in Purgatory with the guy he hooked up with and his best friend who he is completely, head-over-heels in love with.

And they fucking hate each other.

The past few days have been nothing but bickering between Benny and Cas. Dean can’t figure out what the problem is. They’d only just met, and Benny had even saved Cas’ life a few days previously. A Leviathan pinned Cas to the ground while Dean was occupied by two others. Benny moved in at the last second to slice the Leviathan’s head off, moments before it tore Cas apart. Dean remembered watching the whole thing from a few feet away, his heart beating uncomfortably fast in his chest.

No matter what, though, Cas wouldn’t budge. He complained and picked fights with both Benny and Dean, which was only proving to drive Dean more and more insane as they trekked through the deeply wooded forest.

“That angel of yours needs to learn how to keep up if we’re gonna make it to the portal anytime soon,” Benny grumbled under his breath.

Cas glared at Benny. “I heard that.”

Dean sighed in frustration. This was only going to get worse as long as they were all stuck here together. “Can you two stop arguing for one day?”

Cas, now walking ahead of Dean and Benny as though to prove a point, whipped around and said through gritted teeth, “Maybe if your vampire friend would quit provoking me.”

Benny smirked at Cas, obviously looking to start something. “Dean and I are a little more than friends, I would say.”

Cas’ expression changed from that of anger to one that Dean had never seen on his friend before. Cas narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath, stepping closer to Benny. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, Dean didn’t mention it? I guess you two aren’t as close as you thought.”

Dean closed his eyes, pressed two fingers to the bridge of his nose, and took a deep breath. This wasn’t how he wanted Cas to find out about the two of them. He didn’t really want Cas to know about it at all, if he was being completely honest.

Cas’ lip twitched before he turned on Dean. “What is he talking about?”

Dean stepped between Benny and Cas, placing a hand on Benny’s chest to stop him from saying anything else.

“Cas, it’s not what it sounds like.” Okay, it was a little bit what it sounded like. “Benny and I… we might have hooked up. A little bit. A few nights before we found you.” This was the most excruciating experience of Dean’s life, forty years in Hell included.

Benny laughed from behind Dean, clapping a large hand on his shoulder. “I’d say it was a little more than a hookup, D.”

And then all Hell broke loose.

“Keep your hands off of him,” Cas snarled as he used both hands to push Benny against a nearby tree. The roots of the plant barely held on, fighting against the sheer amount of force Cas used to move the vampire. Dean knew Cas was showing off to intimidate Benny, but he wasn’t going to bring that up in case Cas chose to redirect his anger at Dean.

Benny held his hands up in surrender, eyes bulging out of his skull. Cas slowly released him, and Benny dropped to his knees, coughing in an attempt to moderate his breathing. Cas watched him for a moment before turning on his heel and stomping away. Dean scrubbed his hand down his face and then weighed his options. He decided to follow after Cas, quickly catching up to him. Dean grabbed Cas’ arm, pulling him around until they were face to face. Dean’s hand was still pressed into Cas’ arm, his hand clenching around a fistful of trenchcoat. “What the fuck is your problem, man?”

“Have you considered that maybe I don’t enjoy playing third wheel to you and your new vampire boyfriend?”, Cas spat back at him. He was seething. Dean had never seen him this angry before. It was kind of hot.

Dean pressed his palms into his face before throwing his arms out to the side to express his exasperation with the situation. “What, you got a problem with me having a boyfriend, Cas?” He was shouting now. Benny wasn’t Dean’s boyfriend, but it wasn’t Cas’ business either way. Dean smirked and added, “Are you jealous?”

Cas pressed his lips into a thin line, looking down at the ground. “I am… indifferent to your sexuality, Dean. I simply do not appreciate being treated like an afterthought, especially after hearing your prayers when we were separated. I had assumed our relationship had improved, but I guess I was wrong. I apologize for upsetting you.”

Dean froze, his mouth falling open. “You heard me? You… you heard my prayers and didn’t even think to let me know you were still alive?” Now Dean was the one who was angry. “I prayed to you every night! I thought you were dead, Cas.”

“I know, Dean. And I apologize for that. I was trying to keep you safe. The Leviathans would not have left you alone if I was around.” Cas looked into Dean’s eyes again. Those damn blue eyes were going to be the death of him. His hand was still grabbing at that stupid trenchcoat, so he used it to pull Cas into a hug, if only in an attempt to hide the tears filling his eyes. Dean pressed his face into Cas’ neck, trying to get as close as possible to him.

“Don’t you know by now that I’d rather be in danger with you than safe without you?” Dean’s voice cracked, overwhelmed by the whiplash of emotions he’d felt in the last few minutes.

Cas pulled back at that, obviously shocked by Dean’s emotional reaction. Dean looked Cas up and down, his gaze falling to the angel’s full, chapped lips. Dean wanted to kiss him. He imagined, for a brief moment, what it would be like to kiss Cas whenever he wanted. To have him. He wanted to wake up next to Cas in the morning, arms wrapped around one another, Cas’ bedhead sticking up every which way. God, he was so fucking screwed. Cas noticed where Dean’s gaze had fallen and was nervously looking up and down between Dean’s eyes and lips. Dean leaned in slightly, testing how far he could push this. Cas gave a small nod, and –

“Hey, assholes! We got some Leviathans headed our way. Let’s get this show on the road.”

Dean and Cas jumped apart immediately at Benny’s interruption, avoiding eye contact to focus on where Benny’s voice had come from. As Benny approached them, Cas gave Dean a look that was heavy with emotion before turning around to lead the way.

Dean stared at Cas’ retreating back, still replaying the memory of Cas’ face moving closer to his over and over in his head. “Yeah, let’s go.”

That night, Dean’s nightmares were the worst they had been since entering Purgatory.

He dreamed of himself, lost in Purgatory, searching for Cas. He’s lost Cas again. Dean searches frantically for what feels like an eternity. He finally finds Cas, laying facedown near the same river where they found him the first time. Dean, relief pouring over within himself, races to Cas’ side. As he pulls Cas toward him, though… he realizes. Cas is dead. Dean wakes with a shout, sweat beading on his forehead. He scans the area and finds what he was looking for: Cas. Cas, who was now staring back at him from his curled-up position on the ground. Dean smiles at him sheepishly. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you. Had a nightmare.”

“That’s okay, Dean. I was already awake. I couldn’t sleep. It’s too cold.” Cas sat up and scooted closer to where Dean was spread out. “Do you want to talk about your dream?”

Dean shook his head minutely, and Cas nodded in return. Cas silently moved closer to Dean, wrapping his arm around Dean’s waist, and pulling him back toward the dirt beneath them. Dean allowed Cas to maneuver them so that Cas was pressed against his back. Dean thought back to earlier today. They had almost kissed. That actually happened. He wondered if Cas was thinking about it, too. Did Cas feel the same way? Could angels even feel love like that? A thousand questions bounced around Dean’s brain. He wasn’t going to get any sleep tonight, not with the man he loves overwhelming all of his senses.

“Dean, you’re thinking too loud.” Dean chuckled. Cas knew him too well. Dean switched his focus to the feeling of Cas’ hand resting on his hip where his shirt had moved to expose a stretch of skin, the warmth from Cas’ fingers spreading to his own body through just that simple point of contact. He was eventually lulled to sleep by the sound of Cas’ breath in his ear.

#destiel #deancas #destiel fic #spn fic #deancas fic #lauren writes

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hit-me-with-a-ladle · 3 years

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This is Ch.2 for my creepypasta story.

Now this is the second chapter to my story and its description can be found in my blog, i manly update on wattpad does i still will be putting these chapters on tumblr (not as frequently doe :/). so yeah have fun and hope u like it.

A sharp pain was the first thing felt by the girl the moment she woke up from her coma. Laying on a dirty, ruined couch, she put a hand on her head and softly groaned. At that moment she heard the light murmur of male-sounding voices near her and tensed up. She was confused and dazed. She didn't know where she was or why she was there. Not knowing what to say or do she just overheard their conversation, hoping they wouldn't notice she was awake.

" I-I don't know what the-they were thin-king, bringing a young h-human girl to be the next middle-m-man. A-a-are the elite becoming that desper-des-desperate?" One of the men said. He sounded considerably young, around eighteen years old. The boy appeared to have a stutter. His voice was also soft, almost sounding more like a whisper than anything else though still audible. ' What is he talking about?' The girl thought to herself, her train of thought was abruptly stopped by another voice speaking up.

"I don't think it's smart to doubt the elite's decision Toby, even so, she seems to hold some attributes required in a middleman." A monotone voice spoke. A soft "yeah" was soon hear from one of the men and it sounded forced. Then a bone-chilling chuckle came from the same monotone man. "What's so funny?" One of the men spat, their voice was deep and husky. "Well if you must know," The other man said sounding amused "It's kind of funny that out of all of us you should know just how capable she is." He rudely remarked snickering. The other man seemed to growl under his breath "Wasn't she the one that knocked you down and stabbed you in the leg?" The monotone man finally said in a provocative tone.

"Well, now you're just begging me to kick your ass." The irritated man spoke in anger and stood up but promptly cringed from the shooting pain from the injury to his leg and sat down. "I'd like to see you try," The monotone man replayed amused by his comrade's actions. The irritated man was about to say something when another voice spoke up, "Can you guys stop fighting already, I mean there's an unconscious girl in the living room that we have to prepare for her inevitable death." A boy said, he also sounded young similar to the first man, but this time his voice was much louder and sounded naval.

When overhearing what the boy said, she loudly gasped in shock without thinking, that seemed to catch the men's attention and they quickly went quiet. The atmosphere was so tense you could cut it with a knife. An awkward and unbearable silence fell upon everyone. But soon it was ended by the rattling of chairs getting put aside and the pattering of loud footsteps approaching the room she was in. Not knowing what to do, panic was the only thing she could feel at that moment. As she laid there, not moving a muscle the first that spoke was the man in a white mask.

"So now you choose to wake up? Took you long enough." He said to her annoyed, she looked at his masked face and then looked around the room. It seemed to be a log cabin by the walls being constructed from wood, and by the general look of it, it was pretty big. The couch she was on was in a rather rough shape, and right across from it was a scratched up wooden coffee table. Then she noticed one of the men resting on an armchair in a similar state as the couch she was on. He seemed to be looking right at her, though it was hard to tell from the blue mask that covered his face.

"Where am I? And who are you, people?" The girl spoke in a harsh tone trying to seem strong, though, in reality, she was terrified, and the men appeared to notice. "Aren't you a snarky one? But don't try to act tough or else." The man in the feminine mask said boredly. "Now, as for who we are, my name is Timothy Wright, but you will call me Masky." He hardly spoke while pointing to himself. The girl scanned him from head to toe and noticed that one of his legs was wrapped in a now blood-stained bandage. 'Did I hurt him that badly? Well serves him right.' She thought while glaring at him. "That guy over there," He continued and pointing to the tall man sitting on the armchair with his legs crossed, "Is Jack or as he's better known, Eyeless Jack." The man, named Jack nodded his head in her direction. "That shorty over there." This time he pointed to a short boy whit blond hear leaning on the door frame to the room, "Is Benjamin Lawman or Ben Drowned." Ben waved at her and smiled, but the smile was more creepy than anything else. "And lastly," Masky said while pointing to a boy with orange-tinted goggles " That's Tobias Erin Rogers or Ticci Toby." The boy then spoke up, "Ju-just call me T-toby."

"You're in your new home." He emphasised. "Here you will live till the day you die. Now, as for your purpose, you have been assigned the role of a middleman from now on." He said while looking at her dead in the eyes. "You're kidding, right? Is this some sick joke? A middleman? What even is that? You must be insane if you think I'll believe you." She responded hysterically while frowned and glaring at the man even harder than before and crossed her arms. "Oh, but you will, you don't have a chose in the matter." The masked man responded, looking at the girl sternly, he then sighed "I guess I should explain your new job shouldn't I." What he said sounded more like a statement than a question, and he carried on explaining.

"You will be the middleman of this forest," He said while pointing to the windows and sure enough, on the outside, there was a forest ' How didn't I notice that before?' The girl asked herself. "You have the job as negotiator, judge, executioner, errand boy and among some other things. But that won't be as easy as it sounds, because in this forest reside evil monster, creatures, demons, killers and different mythical being. Things that you humans thought were only in legends and tales." He said that as if he'd said it a million time before and continued "Now, we four were ordered," He moved to point around the room, gesturing to the men. "To get you and bring you here. So in the range of the next six months, we can teach you everything you need to know about being a middleman and how to do it right. At the end of those six months, you will go thru a four-stage test that will prove just how much you have learned, but if you were to fail, you will get executed. Do you understand?" He finally finished while looking at her and tilted his head. The girl was baffled and couldn't believe what she heard, better said she didn't want to believe it.

"You can't be serious right? I mean do you expect me to accept everything you just said as fact" The girl protested while immediately standing, "I don't know who you think you are, but I'm certainly not staying here any longer." And as she was about to head for the door, Jack suddenly spoke up. "And where will you go? You don't have any clue where you even are. Do you think you can just go out of this forest like that? Well, I'm sorry for ruining your parade, but that's not going to happen." He responded to her in his usual bored voice that seemed to be laced in a thin veil of sarcasm. 'He has a point,' She thought while looking at him. 'But it can't be that hard to leave a forest, right?' She reassured herself. "Oh, and another thing, this isn't a normal forest. No, it's a portal between the human world and underworld." He smirked through his mask when he noticed the girls face turn pale, "Though it doesn't look like it, you are in a branch of hell, and the only way to get to the human world is by knowing where the portal is, and we certainly won't be telling you of its location anytime soon." He remarked this time in a way that was much more malicious, almost seeming like he wanted to make her mad or provoke her.

But the girl didn't budge 'Is what he's saying true? I hope it's not, but I can't afford not believing him.' Still not moving from the place she was standing, she glanced down, "Why me?" She said, defeated. Those two words seemed to catch the men off gourd. " W-well," The boy named Toby spoke up. "You we-were chosen b-b-by the Elite." He said softly. "Who are the elite? And what do you mean by they "chose me"." The girl was quick to ask. "The El-elite are four o-o-of the strongest creatures in the underworld, they are the on-ones that choose the midd-middlemen for every branch and reg-ion of hell." Toby said, "We were als-also told m-m-many thi-things about you, your n-n-ame, hobbies, what you aspired to b-be, your dark-est secret, and mu-much more." He finished. "Better said we know everything bout you, Y/N." The boy named Ben stated calmly while smiling. Hearing her name come out o his mouth sent shivers down her spine.

The girl collapsed on the couch in defeat and put her arms to her head, 'Is everything that they're saying genuine? It can't be, can it?' She was in a state of dread and didn't want to belive what they were saying. 'I need to calm down, there has to be a way out of here somehow, and I'll find it.' She kept reassuring herself." Now, as I was saying, we four will be teaching you everything you need to know," Masky spoke up again with his hands behind his back." Your room is upstairs to the left. You should get as much sleep as possible we will start training tomorrow at nine-thirty am," He said while looking into the girl's eyes, "Do NOT be late, or else." He finished while going near the front door of the cabin, "Oh, and don't even try to escape, someone will be standing guard to make sure you don't." And with that, he and everyone else left. She was left alone whit her thoughts in the empty cabin,

'I should go and check out my room shouldn't I, maybe I'll find a way out.' and with that, she went upstairs.

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kentonwrites · 3 years

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Hiemal Update #2

So, I’ve been working on this draft for exactly 3 weeks (2 weeks actually since I was at the beach in between) and my current word count is 20,712. I’m like shearing through it at the speed of light.

Don’t let that fool you though, there have been some major obstacles along the way. Several times I wasn’t happy with the draft and I would abandon it for a day, just to come back the next. It’s been a productive writing sprint, but not exactly a smooth one.

In previous renditions of this book, there were 3 parts. I’ve gotten rid of the part system for this draft, but where I’m at now is essentially the end of part 1. Since I’m going to be extremely busy over the next few months, I wanted to finish at this natural stopping point so I can go back and leisurely edit what I’ve written instead of worrying about drafting part 2 just yet (I might get to that during NaNoWriMo!). A few issues I’ve noticed need addressed during my editing phase are:

1. Like always, it’s severely underwritten, scenes are thin, etc. I’m expecting to add at least another 5k to part 1. I know it’s probably going to end up being a shorter novel (70-75k?) but right now I feel like the chapter arcs are too rushed.

2. There’s one chapter in particular (a flashback) that I am not happy with whatsoever, and I need to make the decision to either cut it and revise the chapters in the present, or just improve the chapter/its place in the narrative.

3. Cleaning up misc. awkward phrasing/line edit because my first drafts read convoluted as hell.

4. I’m still a little shaky on the protagonist, Torr. I’m pantsing/discovery writing a good bit of this draft, and because of that the personalities of the characters now are sometimes unaligned with how they were in previous drafts. I don’t exactly know if this is a bad thing yet--it could just be because I see how different they are and automatically assume it is. I think Torr is more active now as well as intensely cerebral, and a more compelling protagonist. In my old version a big problem was Torr just existing and reacting to bad things that happened to her. In this version she gets to go out and experience things/make decisions. She feels much more mature, I think. I’m going to keep an eye on her.

Overall I’m content with how it’s gone thus far. I think once I’ve edited part 1 it might end up being one of the best things I’ve ever written, and since I haven’t been involved in writing for such a long time that feels great. It feels so new and different and experimental.

Excerpts!

From chapter 14, “Smokee the Owlet”

I hadn’t planned to write this at all, it just came out randomly and I love it. It shows spiritually-conflicted Torr at her most unhinged. Content warning for self-harm/cutting.

Over the coming weeks I habitually trespassed the chapel. I returned several commentaries I’d finished, I prostrated before the altar, I replayed the scenario over and over again, modifying my actions until I was the heroine. I prayed to no avail. I prayed aloud to no avail. I held the chalice high above my head and asked God to shatter it at my whim, spritz my hair with glassdust. I paced the aisle reading Wisdom. I paced the chancel reading Van’s textbook. I pried a shard of tinted glass from an alcove and dragged its edge up my ulna and dripped the silvery blood on the podium, like it would rejuvenate the Spirit of God in this place, like the reredos would open a portal to the astral realms of Enoch. Each night I traipsed through the snow toward home, embarrassed beyond belief.

From chapter 17, “The Man in the Window”

This plot-line was never part of any old versions. I completely improvised it and it’s one of my favorite things ever. Torr is blackmailed into visiting the “town hermit,” a disfigured man who lurks in his window. This is a description of what she enters to:

I broke my grasp on the knob and ambled, knees stiff, beneath the entryway. My heart fluttered. The kitchen walls bristled with steel weaponry: maces, flails, morningstars, an enormous battleaxe. A harpoon taller than me mounted across the window. Wicked bludgeons, rusting spears, ulus, pikes, hammers and scythes. A grizzly leghold trap mawed over my head. Blades and serrated arrowheads on each square inch of wallspace. I turned to bolt, heat flushing my face, the safety net gone, plunged into animal fear. He shouted to stop.

“They’re not for you,” he said.

From chapter 18, “What I Did After Reading Matthew 5-7″

This chapter was also never in the plan. It’s formatted as a list, detailing how Torr’s behavior changes for the better (and worse) after reading the famous Sermon on the Mount.

I shed my coat, my underclothes. Giddy at such an altitude, at such a slant. I sat in the roots and prickling thistles, laid supine, sunlight white on my chest and legs. Light snowfall down the valley; it clung to my lashes. I gazed up at the high blue cirrus, shivering, nauseous with the gravity, then at peace.

And, if that seemed strange, don’t worry--at the end of the chapter:

I asked myself who this person was, the one who thought about Christ and got naked in boreal forests.

See, she’s self-aware!

Lastly, from chapter 19, “Liminal Theologians”

I had an entirely different plan for this chapter from the start. Since the majority of part 1 is Torr off on her own, I wanted part 1 to end showing her relationship with her two friends, Van and Nik, since they’re instrumental in part 2 and especially in part 3. In this chapter they all go down to a bridge, fish, and talk about conspiracies. Unbeknownst to Torr (and me) one of them has brought alcohol. This excerpt is of Torr going on a drunken, TMI rant about her life:

“I feel like there’s a lot nobody knows about me,” I continued. “I think about a lot of stuff all the time. I do weird things now. Well they’re not weird. They’re beautiful sometimes. I actually don’t know if I believe in God actually. Why am I the only one in the whole world asking the questions? And it’s all buzzing up here in my head and I have no one to share it with and I want to just scream do you know?”

“Torr,” Van said. “You have to stop.”

I’m going to take Van’s advice and stop this update before it gets too long. I hope you enjoyed! I’m not sure when the next update will be but stay tuned!

#writing #write #My writing #writers on tumblr #writing update #hiemal #first draft #excerpt #excerpts #literary #literary fiction #wip #my wip #imagery

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for the drabble game, situation 17 (because I'm predictable dklsjnb) and sentence 2, or situation 6 and sentence 28? :3 <3

“I just want to let you know that I love you. A lot. Never forget that.”

on ao3.

“Can I see him?”

The nurse bobbed back and forth before him, dithering as if their size alone did not block his view of the door entirely. They towered over him, tall and solidly built, but the tendrils that ringed their face were twitching in alarm, waving back and forth as he tried to peer past them to catch a glimpse of the Doctor.

“I’m sorry, sir,” they were saying with the practised patience of someone who had given the same explanation a thousand times to a thousand different people. “He’s still in a fragile state. We can’t allow him to be disturbed just yet.”

Disturbed. Like he was just some interloper, come to bother the Doctor. Like he had not been the one to carry him into the hospital, cradling him in his arms, Victoria rushing ahead to push open the doors and snap at the reception staff to call for help. “I want tae see him, I’ve – I’ve got tae see him.”

“I’m sorry, sir,” the nurse said, as infuriatingly patient as before. “I simply can’t allow it.”

“Please.”

“I can’t. Unless...” The nurse’s tentacles paused in their waving, twitching in place. “Are you family?”

Wordlessly, Jamie reached inside his shirt, tugging out the chain that hung around his neck to hold it out towards the nurse in triumph. The silver of the ring that hung from it glinted in the cold, white light of the hospital, almost making him blink with the brightness of it. “Is this good enough for ye?”

“O – oh.”The nurse looked as if they wanted to ask for something more, papers or tablets or whatever ridiculous system they used to document such things on this planet, but something in Jamie’s eyes must have made them decide against it. Instead they stepped aside, flicking one hand towards the door. “Go right ahead, Mister – er -” They floundered, mind visibly ticking over. “Sir.”

It was kind of them, Jamie thought, to be letting him inside. “Not sir,” he said gently. “Jamie.”

Stepping into the doorway, he hesitated. He had stormed his way through from the reception to the Doctor’s ward – but for what? To see him lying battered and bruised in a hospital bed? To sit and hold his hand until he fell asleep over him and dreamt of how small he had looked when he had collapsed, his limbs all bent at odd angles? Could he really stomach seeing him like this?

“He still needs quiet,” the nurse was saying. “And time. I’m not sure how long it will take for him to wake up.”

“Alright.” He held his hand out to grip the door handle, but did not turn it. “Can I – can I touch him?”

“Gently. No sudden movements.”

“Alright.” Scrunching his eyes shut to brace himself, he turned the handle and stepped inside.

Closing the door to lean against it, he dared to squint out at the room before him. It was not so bad as he had feared, he supposed. The walls were painted a soft blue, and the vase beside the bed held a spray of yellow flowers. There was a low bookshelf against one wall, curtains rather than shutters over the windows to the corridor outside, and the chair in the corner was comfortably upholstered. It could almost have been called homely, he supposed, were it not for the bed itself, clothed in starched white sheets and netted in by a web of softly beeping machines. No amount of homey touches could take away from the horror of that, of seeing the Doctor curled beneath the covers, frighteningly small against a mattress designed for a far larger species.

Stepping closer, Jamie reached out to bump his fingertips against the bars at the end of the bed. He pulled his hands back as soon as he felt the shock of cold metal, looking around as if alarms might start blaring at any moment, but the quiet was unbroken. The machines kept on murmuring away, burbling out the ups and downs of the charts that snaked their way across their screens. Gripping the bars more tightly, Jamie leant forwards to examine the machines, trying to make out what they might be measuring. One of them was clearly monitoring the Doctor’s heartbeats – he had seen the same lines before, on machines hooked up to himself after he had taken one too many risks. The lines on this one were doubled, one for each heart – and wasn’t it terribly lucky, that this had happened on a planet where people knew what to do with two hearts?

Sidling around the bed, he drew the chair up to perch on the edge of it. It was as comfortable as it looked, and somehow that only made him feel worse. There was something permanent about the way the room was furnished, the threat that the Doctor would be staying here a long time woven into the very fabric of it. The Doctor had snuffled a little at the sound of the chair legs scraping against the tiled floor, but he did not wake, nor did he move. It was odd, Jamie thought, to see him sleeping so peacefully. He had always been such a restless sleeper, as busy at night as he was during the day, shuffling around the bed and snoring and occasionally muttering to himself in some incomprehensible language. To see him so still was unnerving.

He lifted one corner of the sheets, just enough to reveal the Doctor’s hand, and drew it out into the open tentatively. The Doctor gave another mumble, but his fingers did not so much as twitch.

“Hello,” Jamie said. “Erm -” What did he think he was doing, talking to someone who would not hear him?

“You’re gonnae wake up soon,” he carried on awkwardly. If talking to the Doctor felt silly, then saying something so confident felt even sillier. Like he was saying it for the benefit of a small child rather than himself. “You’re gonnae get better, aye?”

A Dhia, he hoped the Doctor really could not hear him. It would be awfully embarrassing for him to wake up and remember everything.

“Ye shouldn’t have done that, ye know,” he added, sternness creeping into his voice. That was something he wished the Doctor could hear – and that he knew he would say again, one he was recovered enough to take it. “Ye can’t just go around throwin’ yourself in front of things like that. That’s my job.” He squeezed the Doctor’s hand just a little too tight, and let go hurriedly. “I don’t know what I can do for ye if I can’t protect ye. You’ve got tae let me help ye.”

There was no use replaying the moment it had happened in his mind, he told himself. No use imagining the Doctor shoving him out of the way to take the full impact of the blast himself, the split second in which Jamie had seen him lit up with the flash of it before he crumpled to the ground. The acrid energy-weapon tang that had drowned out his normal honey smell, seeping out of his clothes and hair and skin. But when he turned the Doctor’s hand over, he found his palm bandaged, the skin around its edges still reddened from where he had thrown his arms up to shield himself. Well, he had no choice but to think about it now.

To wish that their places had been reversed.

Was that selfish of him? To wish that he was the one unconscious in a hospital bed, and the Doctor the one left to wait for him?

Maybe it wasn’t. The Doctor would surely be much more rational about the whole thing than he was. Or so he wished he could believe.

“Victoria’s been worried sick,” he carried on. “She pretends she’s not, but she is. They’re lucky she’s good at puttin’ a brave face on things, else they’d be out of tissues by now.”

They should be going home, she had told him. They should have been back at the TARDIS by now, setting off on some other adventure. Not stuck here, waiting for the Doctor to come round again. But the Doctor had made a slight miscalculation, and Jamie had been paying just a fraction less attention than he should have been, and now they all had to live with it. Victoria had not said that last part out loud, and he knew she never would – but surely it was there at the back of her mind.

“Ye know what the worst thing is,” he said flatly. “That they never even caught Wilkins. He’s gone, sure, we chased him off – but he’ll just go on tae the next place through that portal he made, an’ he closed it behind him so we couldnae see where he went. Nothin’ we did will have made any difference. It was all for nothin’, ye endin’ up like this.”

Maybe he should have thrown his knife, he thought. Or better yet, taken some sort of gun of his own, before they had left the city. If he had just thought a little more about it, then maybe he might have struck first. Wounded Wilkins before he could fire back. The Doctor would have disapproved, of course – but then, he would never have known what might have happened. Better to have him a little offended than lying in a hospital bed.

But it was not just the Doctor’s injuries on his conscience, he thought with a pang. The Doctor might have gotten the timing wrong, but it had been his own slowness that had allowed Wilkins to escape. He had run to the Doctor’s side as he collapsed, and only looked up again just as the hateful little man was vanishing through his portal, and all the evidence of his wrongdoing with him. They could have brought him back to the city, put him on trial for his experiments, called on someone to come and take care of him. As it was, he had only moved on to do the same thing somewhere else. All the destruction he could dream up next time – that was all Jamie’s fault, too.

He wondered if the Doctor ever felt the same way. He wondered how he bore it.

“I just want ye tae know -” Drawing in an unsteady breath, he scrubbed his hand over his face. His eyes were blurring with tears, and he rubbed at them until they stung. “I just wanted tae tell ye that I love ye. A lot, ye know? Don’t forget that.” He squeezed the Doctor’s hand one last time, then shoved the chair backwards to stand up. “I’ll be back. I”ll come an’ see ye tonight, aye? An’ tomorrow. Maybe I’ll bring Victoria, if she wants tae come.”

Opening the door, he threw another glance up at the machines. This ought to be the moment when the Doctor revealed that he had been awake all along, he thought. They would have a teary reunion, and Victoria would arrive, and the three of them would bundle together, and he would be able to breathe again. But the graphs were as even as ever, and the Doctor still slept soundly. He had rolled over a little, drawing his hand back into the safety of the covers, looking quite unwilling to open his eyes.

Well, then. No use waiting around and dwelling on it in here.

Jamie stepped through the door and closed it behind him with a click.

#second doctor #two/jamie #fanfic archive #my writing #ettelwenailinon #happy anniversarynameday <3

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munofsilver · 4 years

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Stuck In Between Chapter 4

Here I am again. Back on the @gaalee-bingo train. It took me to bingo card 2 red Lost. Ao3 link. Summary: Lee gets lost in the yokai world where he meets Shukaku. While Gaara ignoring his father's orders to never enter without his persimmon goes looking for Lee with help.

Warning: There is talk of testicles because tanuki. You knew it was going to happen.

Lee woke up, still hugging Gaara’s tail. It has seemed to have returned to normal size. Once again, the tip is tickling Lee’s ear. With a smile, Lee rubs his face against the tail. The tip wags and tickles his ear some more, making Lee giggle.

“You do like my tail,” Gaara smiles.

Gaara got Lee. The human does like how soft the tanuki’s tail is. Gaara’s ears flick again. Lee frees Gaara’s tail as he gets out of bed, heading to the back wall. Lee stays in bed and watches even though he knows what’s going on.

“Someone is coming?” Lee asked.

Gaara nods and places his hand on the wall opening it. He looks back at Lee, still in bed.

“How can you tell?” Lee asked, removing the blankets that have wrapped around him.

“I can hear the chime they ring for me. Your human ears will never be able to pick up the sound,” Gaara’s ears flick again, “Hurry up now; they seem to be in a hurry.”

Lee moved to the wall, and it closed before he got there.

“It’s alright. You can stay,” Gaara walks towards the back of the cave, “Matsuri,” all he needed to say.

Gaara opens the portal, and Matsuri pokes her head in. She looks around the room and smiles.

“No need to close. I’m only here to drop this off,” she hands Gaara his new attire, “Try it on. I want to make sure it fits, and you approve.”

Gaara puts on his new attire. It fits perfectly and looks the way he wanted.

“Thank you, Matsuri. Just the way I wanted,” Gaara bows.

Matsuri laughs into her sleeve, “I see you learned something from your human companion,” she waves and leaves.

Gaara closes the portal up. He was about to release Lee when he remembers Lee didn’t go into hiding. Then why isn’t Lee in the cave?

Lee was watching Gaara do something with the back of the cave before he felt dizzy from this strange light coming from the area. After rubbing his eyes, Lee noticed he’s not in the cave anymore. Where could he be? Is this the yokai world?

“This can’t be good,” Lee whispers, looking around.

Looking back, Lee only sees a large tree. It has tiny shrines all around it and a bell in a branch like it’s a part of it that Lee can’t seem to reach. He tries to climb up the tree, like with the garden, something he can’t see prevents him from doing so.

“This is definitely, not good. I need to find a way to return home,” Lee is too much on edge to notice he called the cave home.

He is walking slowly while hugging the wall with his back against it. He hears all kinds of sounds. Every step felt like he was getting closer to some horrible fate worse than death. Now at the corner, he has no choice but to face it. Poking his head out, he looks left, right, even up. His eyes widen by the site he sees.

All kinds of yokai, all running, walking, flying, jumping, or floating around, talking, laughing, having a good time. Lee was glad to see some humans around with the yokai. Still unsure how safe he is, Lee slowly steps out, hoping to find Matsuri for help. Sadly he can’t see her, but he keeps looking, hoping no one will notice him.

It looks like Lee in some marketplace. There are stalls full of things for sale, some bars, and ever a playground looking area for kids. This place reminds Lee of his village during a festival. The only thing missing is the food stalls. Trying not to stick out like a sore thumb, Lee slowly makes his way through the crowd. Try as he might, a human is still news to the world of yokai, and it didn’t take long for something to notice him.

“A human, and a new one at that. More interesting, he’s alone.”

Lee turns around to see a human with black rings around his gold color eyes. His pupils are four-pointed star-shaped with dots around it. Lee can tell he is a yokai but not what kind. Based on the rings around his eyes, Lee would guess a tanuki like Gaara. If that’s the case, where are his ears and tail? The yokai smiled, showing his fangs. Gaara doesn’t have any.

“I should tell Rasa that his son is slipping, letting a human enter without permission. Maybe I should keep you as a pet,” it laughed, “Would you like that?”

Lee starts to back away. The yokai block Lee’s movements by grabbing him and running off. Everything is a blur to Lee as the yokai rushes past everything. Dodging other yokai and people, soon reaching a small building near a forest. Lee is tossed inside and locks the door.

“Good, he didn’t notice you. Not yet at least,” he turns to face Lee, “I bet you’re wondering what’s going on and who I am?” The yokai laughs, “My name is Shukaku. I am a proud tanuki,” he puffs out his chest.

Lee only blinks his eyes. He is still wondering where his tail and ears are? Lee was broken from his thoughts when Shukaku spoke again.

“You doubt me, don’t you, human. Gaara is the only tanuki you have seen then. You are mistaken to think all tanukis are like him. For one thing, this is my human form. For another thing, Gaara is only half yokai. He was born to a human mother,” Shukaku snorted.

Lee sits down from the shock he just got. Gaara has a human mother! After his recovery, Lee looks into Shukaku’s eyes.

“Excuse me, sir. Can I please see your tanuki form?”

Shukaku laughs out loud. Never in his life has he encountered a human so bold before. Is it Lee’s innocence that makes him so bold? Shukaku smiles as he answers the young man’s request.

“You are very bold, kid. Asking such a thing. It is called yokai form, not tanuki or animal. Do tell me, why do you want to see it?”

For some reason, Lee is now nervous, “I just wanted to know what it looked like. That’s all.”

“I bet you’re wondering if I would look like a tanuki from your human drawings. I’ll tell you one thing, tanuki’s testicles are not that big. They are normal size for a tanuki,” Shukaku crosses his arms and closes his eyes, “Since you are stuck here for a bit, I guess I can humor you.”

It looked like Shukaku the human melted away into a two-legged animal with a big fluffy tail having a stripe towards the end of its tail. Two big ears with a point. The pupils look like those of a dog still has his golden color eyes. Paws, instead of feet like Gaara, also like Gaara, has black clawed hands. A muzzle with two fangs poking out when he smiles. No testicles are shown at all.

“Told you normal tanuki size balls. No one knows why you humans think us tanukis have giant ones that can be used as nets. You, humans, got one thing right. We can use bellies as drums.”

“Thank you for humoring me,” Lee bows.

Shukaku grins as he turns back into human form. He never saw a polite human either, unless they were bred that way like royalty. Shukaku can tell by looking at Lee that he is not a nobleman. The tanuki takes another sniff of Lee taking in his many scents. He can smell not only Gaara and Matsuri. He also smells the princess from the palace.

“What is your name? Don’t worry; tanukis can’t use a human’s name against them.”

“My name is Lee,” he bows again.

“Lee, does the name Princess Ino ring a bell?”

Lee froze with his eyes wide, looking down. He starts to shake while hugging himself. He knows hers; he knows her way too well. He has seen a side of her no one else has. A dark evil side and will forever haunt him. She is the reason the last six years were hell to Lee. Seeing his reaction, Shukaku received his answer.

“I thought so.”

Gaara is freaking out while he looks for Lee. He has to be in the cave somewhere. The portal was only open for a short time for Matsuri to enter and leave. He opens every room in the cave to look. No Lee insight. Then he remembers the portal was open when he went to change. By then, Lee could have accidentally.

“This is not good. I have to save him. Get to him before someone else does. Or worse, my father.”

Not caring about himself, Gaara opens the portal and enters the yokai world to search for Lee. Once on the other side, Gaara removes the bell from the tree. He then tries to pick up Lee’s scent. His nose may not be as strong as other tanukis, but Gaara can get by. If it weren’t too long of a wait, Lee’s scent would still be in the air even if it’s faint. Picking up his scent, he was able to tell Lee has made it to the marketplace.

Gaara knows that it will be hard to keep Lee’s scent there. It looks like he might need some help, and he knows just the right yokai. He hopes he’s home. Luck was on Gaara’s side since when he knocked, he got a replay. The door opens to a human with red marking down his cheeks, slights for pupils, and of course, fangs. With a yawn, he greets Gaara.

“Whada want half-pint?”

Gaara hates working with this yokai, but he needs to find his friend before it’s too late. He fights the urge to roll his eyes and snarl.

“I need your help tracking someone for me, Kiba. A human got in without permission by accident. I need to find him quickly.”

Kiba stretches his chin with his paw-like hands, “Does he know?” he lowers his voice.

“As far as I can tell. My father doesn’t know he’s here,” Gaara blinks twice.

“Take me to where you found his scent,” Kiba sighs.

It took Lee ten minutes to return to normal and ten more to be able to speak again. By this time, Shukaku has already drunk one full bottle of sake and is starting his second.

“How do you know,” Lee pauses, unsure if he will be able to say her name, “Princess Ino?”

Shukaku slid over a cup of sake to Lee, “You look like you could use some. I don’t know her, just what some humans around here say about her. You are the third human I know that acts that way when someone says her name. Those are the humans that used to work in the palace that had the same reaction.”

Lee can understand. Only her father can’t see how cruel she is. Even her lady in waiting is scared of Ino. She is always yelling at the staff, threatening them over everything, and demanding things to go her way. She doesn’t even want her servants to look at her face, only her feet. Lee was able to see her face, it was only once, and that moment will scar him and leave him forever full of shame.

“She is evil. I bet she could scare off any human. No matter how brave they are,” Lee speaks in a low stoney tone.

He takes a sip of the sake. He never had any before, and the taste was overwhelming for him. Lee didn’t hate it, but he didn’t like it either. Not to be rude, he will drink it all in small sips. Sadly only one sip was all it needed. For Shukaku being the tricky tanuki, he put a little something in Lee’s drink. Now Lee can only speak the truth until it wears off in 24 hours. Shukaku wants to have some fun with the human. It has been a while since he encountered a newcomer.

“Let’s have a little chat, Lee,” Shukaku grins, “Why do you have Gaara’s scent on you?”

Lee looks up at the tanuki. He seems to be unable to look away. It also seems his voice has a mind of its own. Lee doesn’t like that.

“I got lost in the rain, and he’s letting me stay there until it stops.”

Gaara has done that a few times over the years. Let some stray human stay in his home until the weather clears up. He usually never talks much to the person or anyone that’s not his siblings or Shukaku. The young tanuki likes to stay away from others. The fact that Gaara’s scent is on Lee means that Gaara was near this human. Since the scent is strong, he was near Lee a lot and recently. That made Shukaku more interested in this human.

“How long have you been there?”

Lee has to think for a bit. He can’t lie, but he is also not sure how many days he’s been there. It’s hard to tell when all you see outside is rain. Once again, his voice acts on it’s own.

“Three days, maybe four. Hard to tell with the rain.”

“How did you end up in the forest in the first place?”

Lee tires as hard as he does not want to answer that question. No matter what, he can’t help himself.

“I was running away from the life that Princess Ino forced me into.”

“Tell me everything about Princess Ino and you,” Shukaku grins.

“This is where I first pick up his scent,” Gaara is explaining everything to Kiba.

He sniffs the air, “I do have a strong scent of rain and maple.”

Gaara’s ears perk up, “That’s his scent,” he speaks excitedly.

Kiba stares at Gaara in confusion, “Odd scent for a human coming from a cave. Why was he in the cave, anyway?”

“Rain and forest spirit,” Gaara answered coldly.

That’s all Kiba needed. He tracks the scent to the marketplace. The scent is faint, but Kiba can still get a small amount of it. Kiba gets on his knees and places his paw hands on the ground. White fur starts to cover his body as a tail begins to grow, and his ears turn into floppy dog ears. Then his knees bend the other way, and his face stretches out. A huge white dog big enough for Gaara to ride is standing sniffing the air than the ground.

“Get on,” Kiba growls.

This is why Gaara hates working with him. In this form, all Kiba can do is growl, howl, and bark.

“Right Kiba.”

The dog snaps at Gaara.

“Sorry, I forgot you like to be called Akamaru in this form,” Gaara bows and jumps on Akamaru’s back.

#gaalee #Sabaku No Gaara #Rock Lee #Gaara #shukaku #Tanuki Gaara #Kiba

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crystalwillow · 4 years

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Never Let You Go - Oliver x F!MC

A/N: I apologize if this is trash, but I just need to write something that's different from the ending we got for Distant Shores. I'm writing this a few hours after and I'm still annoyed for the clearly rushed ending, feeling as though they most likely didn't want to deal with this book anymore. The solution to that would have been to release it later in the year and then it could have been focused on more and maybe we would have gotten more answers, than questions from the books ending. I know there's the whole, leave some of the story to the readers imagination rule when it comes to writing fiction and stuff like that, but they have seriously left TOO MANY things unanswered. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy this fiction and I hope it brings you some kind of happiness. Instead of despair. I will be taking the time to replay the book 2 more times to help me figure out scenarios for Edward & Charlie.

For the purposes of this fiction, I will be using the default name of Peyton Bellamy. But whenever the name if mentioned feel free to use your character's name in its place 😊. Also, if you have a male MC and wish to read this and edit in in your mind to fit your own MC that is totally fine. Credits to Pixelberry and the team that wrote Distant Shores as I am using some of the parts of the last chapters plot to base this writing off of something.

Love, Hugs & Kisses,

tyrilsnightbloom

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Before you start, allow me to set the scene for you. You, Oliver, Charlie and Edward have just battled your way through the temple. You’ve all ran through your respective tunnels and skidded to a halt, almost falling into a chasm in the center of the temple. You’re looking around for signs of the admiral or Robert, but there are none. When suddenly....

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

You, Oliver, Charlie and Edward all whip your heads to the direction of thunderous laughter echoing across the temple. There in front of a glowing portal stands Admiral Cochrane brandishing a gleaming object in his hand. You try to get a closer look and cover your mouth, ducking behind a pillar as you gasp out loud. “Who’s there?!” shouts The Admiral. Oliver looks at you from his hiding spot, you shake your head silently, but he has a look of determination in his eyes. Your eyes widen in horror as he rises to his feet. “It’s just me dear father. I came looking for you.” He said with trained professionalism, his every feature remaining calm. “I see. You’ve finally seen that your little stunt with pirates isn’t going to bring you the power you really want?” he asks as he looks over the exterior of the object he’s holding. “Aye father. I’ve come to apologize and make amends. That is, if you’ll allow me.” Oliver says, staring at his father the whole time. The Admiral considers his words for a while, as you look over towards Edward and Charlie, hurt present in both their eyes. “Are you okay?” Edward mouths to you and you nod in response, but you can only imagine the feeling in your chest is the same as what they’re feeling themselves. Suddenly, The Admiral speaks up again, “Lieutenant.” He states, “Yes, Admiral.” Oliver answers, standing straighter and to attention. “I’ll accept you back as family and give you a second chance.” He said but paused, leaving a massive but, hanging in the air. “Thank you Admi-“ Oliver started saying but was cut off by his father holding up a finger and continuing to speak. “But first you must prove your worth. By killing her, with this.” he said, Oliver swallowing loudly, eyeing the object he was being held out to accept. “Wh-What is that?” he asked nervous at the sight of the weapon. “An AK-47.” The Admiral commented, too coolly for your liking and it sent shivers down your spine. “I’m not stupid Oliver. I know she’s here” he continued. “Who’s here?” Oliver asked, curiosity on his face. Himself and his father getting into an intense back and forth, whilst they did, Edward moved positions stealthily, so he was now directly behind the admiral, pointing his pistol directly at his heart from behind. Through discreet communication, Oliver started taking steps back as his father advanced on him. Each second his own voice getting weaker as his father’s got harsher in commands. Suddenly, BANG!, Oliver jumped behind a wall as Edward pulled the trigger on his pistol, sending a bullet flying into the admiral and he collapsed to the floor, immediately bleeding out. Now knowing he himself couldn’t cause any serious damage, you came out of your hiding spot along with Charlie and stood over him as Oliver stood up collecting himself. “You!” the admiral boomed, “You infiltrated my boy! Corrupted him with your witchcraft!” He shouted, you knelt down beside him, leaning close to his ear. “No, Admiral sir. YOU drove him away with your harsh ways. The world and whole of history is just lucky he wasn’t blinded by your corruption, because you were his father.” You hissed as you stood to move away so you could allow Oliver to kneel beside him for a few moments, thinking he was almost dead, but he grabbed your ankle, pulling you off your feet as he stood back up and aimed the gun at you. Panic arises in everyone in the room.

“Peyton, Love!” Charlie called out

“Miss Bellamy!” Edward shouted

“No!” cried Oliver

They all moved to try and shield you but froze as a figure swung from above on a vine, snatching the gun from the admirals hand. “No!” cried the admiral, as he followed the figure that landed by the portal. “I don’t think anyone here will be needing this. do you?” The man smiled smugly as he threw the gun back through the portal. “You absolute fool!” the admiral shouted as the man came back towards you down the steps. Oliver and Charlie helping you up as Edward re-joined you as the admiral was distracted. “Peyton! Are... are you alright?” Oliver asked, pain and fear etched into his face. You placed your hand on the side of his face pulling him closer and planted a sweet kiss on his lips, “With you by my side. I’ll always be just fine.” You smiled at him. A smile which he happily returned along with the kiss. As you both turned your attention back towards the figure and Admiral, you realized it was Robert. “Robert! But how?” you asked, your voice carrying around the temple. Neither man broke their gaze from each other at your suddenly loud outburst, instead they circle one another with their swords drawn. “Time to tie up some loose ends, once and for all!” the admiral said with a roar as he brought his sword towards Robert, going for a damaging blow but wobbling at the last moment, due to blood loss making Robert able to parry his blow. “Lost your balance there” Robert comment smugly as the two engaged in fearsome swordplay. It looked as though Robert was winning when at the last second... “HA!” the admiral shouted, smiling triumphantly as he stood above Robert panting heavily, his sword stabbed clean through Robert’s torso, as he was shoved through the portal. All four of you looking on in horror as the admiral flicked Robert’s blood off his sword and came towards you, you marched forward drawing your own sword.

“No!” Oliver shouted, jumping in front of you.

“This is MY fight!” Edward roared as he jumped in front of both you and Oliver, brandishing his sword and looking the admiral straight in the eyes with hatred. “Your problem is with me. Leave these two out of it!” he growled lowly as he made the first blow to the admiral’s side, you and Oliver backing up to Charlie for safety. “I can’t just stand and watch this. Edward could get killed!” you exclaimed as the duel raged on a few feet away from you. “Heads up!” Edward shouted and broke you from your worried pacing as you caught an object flying towards you. Opening your hands you smiled softly as you saw the compass. “The compass” you muttered as you looked at the portal. “My way back to when I’m supposed to exist. But... I don’t want to go back. I-“ you choked up as tears glistened your eyes, a gentle hand coming to rest on your shoulder. You looked up to have your eyes meet with that of the one person’s who’d captured your heart. Oliver Cochrane. As you looked at one another, time seemed to slow almost to a stop. “Peyton...” he said with a certain strain to his voice which matched the feeling you had in your chest. “Oliver I-“ you whimpered. Your daze broken by the sudden loud clang of metal and a cry of pain, you turned to see the admiral on his knees and Edward panting heavily above him. “You’re reign of terror ends here.... Francis.” Edward said lowly as he lowered himself to look directly in the admiral’s eyes. “Goodbye.” He said and pushed him over the edge of the chasm. Oliver watching his father fall to his death, all four wincing when they heard a dull thud below.

“Oliver...” you said sadly and walked over to him and he put his arm around you, pulling you close and kissing your head. “Will you be okay?” you asked him quietly, looking up at him. He nodded as he blinked away his tears, holding you tight and tucking his head into your neck. “Oh Olly...” you sighed as you rubbed his back comfortingly. “I know he had poor morals but that doesn’t mean you didn’t love him as your father. You’re a good man Oliver Cochrane... I’m lucky to have found you.” You said trying to comfort him. “Love?” Charlie said softly as she placed a hand on your shoulder. “We should... close the portal now...” she hesitated as she pointed towards it. You gulped and turned towards it. “...Okay...” you whispered. “Wait.” Oliver demanded softly, grabbing your wrist, looking at Charlie and Edward. “Could.. you give us a moment?” he asked. They looked at each other, then back at you and Oliver and nodded curtly, heading to the opposite side of the temple. “Peyton I... I. Do you have to go?” Oliver asked, pain clear in his voice as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “Oliver...” you choked as you placed your hand over his, “I don’t know what will happen once we close the portal but... know I’ll always love you. Never anyone else. It will ALWAYS be you, Oliver. Every single time.” You said as tears ran from your eyes and he held you in his shaky grasp. “Peyton...” he sniffled before he pressed his lips to yours in a passionate kiss, every emotion poured into it. You both pulled away breathless, staying silent in each other’s embrace for a few moments before Edward and Charlie came back. It was time. Taking a deep breath, you all walked to the portal with Oliver holding your hand so tightly both of your knuckles were white. “This is it... I could vanish when this closes...” you whisper, but it echo’s and the others hear it. “We’re here for you, Miss Bellamy.” Edward said sombrely, the three of them crowding round you and hugging you once more. You stood in silence enjoying the embrace of your two best friends and lover, dread for having to close the portal getting heavier in your chest until finally you took a deep breath, drawing yourself to full height and looking at the portal with determination. “I have a plan. Maybe it will be best for me to just walk through and one of you guys close the portal.” You said holding out the compass. “You’re sure love?” Charlie asked, taking the compass from you as you nodded resolutely. “Goodbye guys. Get home safely, okay? All of you, promise me.” You said facing them one final time, not being able to bring yourself to look at the sorrow and pain in Oliver’s eyes. “Peyton... Having you as part of my crew. It... it was the best. You done a lot for us, gave us opportunities we would never have had otherwise. Thank You” Edward said sincerely, hugging you tightly and patting your back, not daring to say the words that were left hanging in the air. Charlie nodded at you with a smile, you nodded back knowing if she said anything, she was going to breakdown. Oliver bent down and gave you a final kiss on the cheek, “I love you.” He murmured with rawness in his voice. “I love you too” you smiled softly, reaching up and wiping a tear from his cheek with your cuff. You took one final look at everyone, “Tell the others goodbye from me, hey?” you sniffled with a wave and stepped through the portal before you could get anymore, emotional about your departure. “Well... I guess we should-“ Charlie started to speak as she moved to close the portal, “WAIT! NO!” Oliver shouted and jumped through the portal, hoping he would follow Peyton to her time, praying he didn’t age and die on the way there.

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*Peyton’s/Reader’s POV*

Everything was a blinding white as you travelled back to your time, wondering where you would land. The best place would to be at home on your bed so you could walk out and be greeted by the sight of fake house plants and sunlight beaming into your kitchen. Of course the worst place you could think of was landing in a garbage bin. You were lost in thought until *THUD* you landed on the ground and stood up to look at your surroundings. It was the TV set you had vanished from yet somehow no time had passed here at all. You stopped mid-line delivery and searched for the compass in a panic. This angered the director and led to you storming out. Sometime later you found yourself at the museum, you were walking through the corridors when you rounded the corner, stopping dead in your tracks. “Realistic isn’t it?” a voice sounded from behind you, making you jump. “Sorry. I have a habit of doing that. Maxine, I’m the museum curator.” She said with a friendly smile, holding her hand out. You took it and shook gently, still stunned by the site in front of you. “I’ll leave you to browse, I’ll be at the main desk if you have any questions about this exhibit” Maxine smiled kindly again before disappearing back to wherever it was she came from. You cautiously approached what looked like a wax figure the height of Oliver as it’s back faced you.

“is it finally clear?”

What? Did this figure just TALK, to you?

“I SAID. Is it finally clear?”

You jumped back. No, this had to be some kind of sensor thing. You jumped in front of it, waving your arms about with the most worrisome look on your face, until you stopped when you saw the shoulder shuddering and heard laughter coming from the statue. “OH GOD IT’S ALIVE!” you screamed and ran round the corner, hiding behind the door. What in the world?! He couldn’t actually be here, could he? You left and the portal was closed behind you. You left him in the 18th century... right? At least that’s what you thought. You held your breath as footsteps came into the room. You listened but they never left, thinking you’d gone crazy you came out from behind the door, but there he was, standing looking at a portrait of himself, hands linked behind his back “No... O-Oliver?” you squeaked out, daring to hope this was real. That he had somehow followed you to when you exist and was here to stay with you. You reached out hoping to feel his breath on your skin, his heart beating in his chest. Anticipation in your now halted breath.

*Oliver’s POV*

It had worked, or at least I was hoping it had. I was in a museum, rather appropriately so, an exhibit of the late 1700’s. It was fascinating to me as I walked through the hallways how much was factually correct. I was distracted looking at an exhibit of Captain Mortemer when I heard voices approaching. The only thing coming to my head, was to pretend to be a statue to avoid getting asked questions, so that’s exactly what I done. I felt the woman’s eyes on me as she pulled out a device that I remember Peyton telling me was a cell phone or something. I had to then hold in my surprise as she moved me to a raised platform in the middle of the room. After she was happy with my positioning she disappeared, and I allowed myself to breathe. I had no idea what time it was, my pocket watch had broken completely. I quickly held my breath a while later as more footsteps approached, they were followed by two female voices. Both of which I recognized, one belonged to the lady who had moved me and given my butt a squeeze as she put me in place, the other made my eyes glaze over with tears. Was it her? Really? I stood listening to their conversation until the museum curator left again, the other woman came into view. It was her! It was Peyton! I wanted to jump down and hug her, but I knew she would scream at that and the museum curator would come rushing back. So I decided to talk, moving my mouth little as possible. This made her spooked but curious, she started jumping about making some of her goofy faces. God I love this woman so much, I repeated my question and laughed as she ran away, screaming that the statue was alive. I followed her and waited for to come out from where she was hiding, as she didn’t I turned round and was met with a portrait of... myself? I had to agree the details were done beautifully. After a few moments I heard shuffling behind me, and my name being said. I turned around to find Peyton reaching out for me. God seeing the pain and confusion in her eyes killed me. I reached out and took her hand, placing it on my chest. “It’s me love. I’m really here.” I spoke quietly, hoping she would believe me. “I must be dreaming.” She said breathlessly. So I pinched her. “OW!” she exclaimed and leaped a little bit away from me, rubbing her arm as she pouted. I watched her closely as realization dawned on her and she turned back to me. Smile spreading across her face. “It’s you. You-you’re really... here.” She beamed and ran into my arms, they immediately tightened around her. Damn, her hair smells amazing. I couldn’t help the smile creeping onto my face as I held her again. I don’t know how long I had been without her touch, but I knew that I missed it and these past moments had been the most miserable I had ever lived. “We should go.” Peyton yawned, I pulled back and nodded, her adorable tired eyes looking up at me. I took her hand in mine and she led me outside, the air was cool and crisp, but the scenery looked... new. Different. I knew if I asked she would show me around and teach me about this time I was now in, but her tiredness was evident. so I just followed her down the walkway until we reached a building and headed inside.

*Storytelling POV*

“He’s here and he’s real and he’s now in my apartment. Oliver is stood before me in my 21st century apartment... and I’m not dreaming. I must ask him how he got here.” You said to yourself as you close the front door. “drink?” you asked as you headed to the kitchen, dropping your bag on the couch as you walked past him. But you got no answer, so you poked your head out, “Oliver?” you asked, and he turned around with a questioning look on his face. “Can I get you a drink?” you asked again. “umm. I’ll just have some water please.” He said, preoccupation in his voice as he turned back to look at your family photos and your landline phone next to them. As you were making the drinks you heard him scream. “Oliver?!” you shouted out in alarm and ran to the living room but chuckled when you saw he had just turned the television on. “Wh-what is that.. thing?” he asked with shocked distain. “It’s a television. It’s how we keep up with news. Both nationally and globally. But there’s also other perks like fictional shows or real-life documentaries about historical events, animals, even space!” you exclaimed as you took the remote from him and turned it back off, so he had a chance to recover. “How about you sit on the couch for now and I’ll bring you your water hey?” you said as you turned on your heel and went back into the kitchen.

Oliver nodding and taking a seat. You came back with his water and a mug of hot cocoa for yourself and some cool ranch Doritos, settling in next to him. “What are those?” Oliver asked, pointing to the bag of chips. “Potato chips. Some of the best tasting ones in my opinion.” You replied as you picked them up and opened them, popping one in your mouth. “Want to try one?” you asked as you swallowed your first bite, Oliver looked at the bag curiously. “Uhh. Okay, aye. I’ll try one” he said putting his hand in the bag and pulling out a chip. Touching it with the tip of his tongue, then eating it with a very loud crunch. His face was not one of satisfaction but one of dislike. “You don’t like it?” you asked. Oliver swallowed and shook his head frantically, “That was the most awful thing I’ve ever tasted.” He grimaced as he washed his mouth out with his water. You sat laughing and munched on a few more chips before putting them away and drinking your hot cocoa. “Alright, I’m going to have a warm shower. Tomorrow we’ll go shopping and get you some more... modern attire.” You smiled at him as your eyes roamed his body, knowing what was under his clothes. He smirked knowingly and was in front of you in 2 strides,

“Peyton... you can just say it you know.”

“Say... what?”

“Those four or five little words that are dancing on the tip of your tongue”

“I... I’m afraid I do-”

“ah ah ah. Just say it... you want to I can tell. You have that look on your face.”

“What look? What are you on about?”

“The sad puppy dog look you do when your sad you have to leave my embrace. Go on. Say the words Peyton.”

“I. We. Uh, you. ... Will you join me Oliver?”

“There, was that so hard?” he asked as a smiled spread onto his features, his hands resting loosely on your hips as he looked down at you with pure adoration. You giggled and swatted his arm playfully. You were still trying to understand how quickly after you he must have jumped through the portal, as you walked to your bathroom. Oliver looking around as if he had just entered a spaceship. “woah!” he exclaimed with wonder in his voice “This is nice.” He continued as he looked at things on your bathroom sink. “Cool undereye gel pad things. Soap, I know that one. Ummm, a moisturizer with aloe vera and rose oil extract. No wonder your face smells so beautiful.” He murmured to himself as he looked through all your beauty products whilst you set the temperature of the water. “Peyton.. what’s this?” Oliver said as he curiously looked at an egg-shaped sponge. “hm? Oh, that’s my beauty blender for my foundation” you said happily as you took off your final piece of clothing and grabbed some towels, ready to climb into the shower. “Oh. You-you’re..” Oliver squeaked as he flushed bright pink. “I’m what?” you smiled as you opened the shower door again to get in, “You’re n-nake-naked” he stuttered as his eyes struggled not to take in every inch of your beauty as you stood in front of him smiling brightly. “You normally are for showers. Now are you joining me or not?” you asked and stepped in holding your hand out of the door, he nodded and took off his clothes, folding them neatly and placing them on the clear part beside your sink. “Um. Where can I put this?” he asked holding up his sword, “Back round your waste” you retorted with a smirk which he matched. “Miss Peyton Bellamy. As a leading superior officer, I must inform you that swordplay in the shower is highly dangerous and strongly advised against.” He said, his eyes growing dark as you bit your lip, attention now on his slightly aroused nether regions. Bingo, you’d found out he has a kink. A highly dangerous one at that. You looked at each other for a while before you gestured to the umbrella bin in the corner by the door, “Put it in there with my umbrella.” you said hoarsely as you cleared your throat, he done so and finally joined you in the shower and you closed the door. “Welcome to Peyton’s Paradise. Fair warning I do sing in the shower, so if I end up shouting down your ears, I’m sorry.” you told him. “Ah , tis fine. Your voice sounds like a choir of angels to me.” Oliver beamed down at you as you grabbed your loofa and shower gel, soaping up his chest, he moaned in pleasure. “tha-that f-f-feels so ni-niiiiice.” He sighed, eyes rolling back as he lent back onto the wall. Smiling to yourself, you decided to wash his whole body. “Oliver.... Ol- Oliver!” you laughed as he stood with his eyes still closed. “Oliverrrrrr. I need you to turn around so I can wash your back” you continued to giggle. “mmmm. Give me 5 more minutes. This feels- HEY! Why’d you stop?!” he pouted as he opened his eyes and looked at you. “I need you to turn around so I can wash your back.” You beamed as he turned around so you could start washing his back. “ooo it tic- oh... ohhhhhhhh that’s the spot” he moaned pleasurably again. You finished scrubbing his back and let the water rinse the bubbles off of him whilst you grabbed your shampoo, squeezing some into the palm of your hand and reaching up to foam it up in his hair and give him a head massage. He let out yet another moan but this time it was more guttural as he looked at you with deep pools of adoration dancing in his eyes, he held onto your hips and smiled sweetly. “You okay?” you asked him softly and he nodded. “I feel fantastic. Thank you” he replied, a small yawn escaping from his mouth. “You’ve made me tired though.” He chuckled, you smiled and took your hands out of his hair causing him to pout at you yet again. “I need you to close your eyes real tight and tip your head back for me.” You said as you grabbed the shower head. He done as you asked, and you washed the suds from his hair before he stood straight again. “Your turn.” He smiled at you as he washed your body and hair the same way you had just washed his.

Soon the water turned cold and you turned it off and stepped out, wrapping a towel around yourself and passing the other to Oliver who wrapped it round his waist. “Now what?” he asked as he looked at you, a strand of hair falling in front of his face as he smiled, “Now, we go and lay in bed and dry off before going to sleep.” You smiled as you grabbed his hand and led him to your bedroom, flicking on the light but you immediately blushed at the state it was in. You’d forgotten you hadn’t cleaned this morning before you disappeared. “Sorry about the mess... I kind of disappeared and never had the chance to clean...” you said meekly. “It’s okay P. We aren’t sleeping on the floor, are we?” he asked. “No way! I missed my plush mattress” you grinned and pulled back the covers, sitting down. Oliver joining you, “Ohhhhh. I see what you mean. This is heaven!” he exclaimed as you both laid back on your pillows. “I hope I’m stuck here.” He muttered as you both stared at the ceiling, fingers intertwined between you. “I’d hate to have to be left without you. 5 seconds was torture enough.. I don’t know how I’d survive years knowing you exist but never being able to hold you again.” He continued as he pulled your head to his chest. As you rested in silence, you listened to his heartbeat. It was steady and in time with your own and you suddenly found yourself crying. You tried to hide it, but a tear got loose and fell onto Oliver’s chest. “Are you okay, my sweet?” he asked, adjusting his head to look at you. “Yeah. It’s just.. our heartbeats... they’ve synced.” you told him, and your voice cracked. You sat up and grabbed a tissue from your bedside table and dabbed away your tears, chuckling quietly to yourself before letting out a lengthy yawn. “We should get some sleep.” Oliver said gesturing for you to lie back down. “Yeah, one moment. I’m just going to grab some pyjamas. It feels like it’s going to be a cool night.” you told him as you walked to your closet, he waited patiently for you as you changed into some clothes, smiling when you joined him again. “You look beautiful.” He complimented with a smile making you blush. After all, it was only some blush pink silk shorts and a matching vest top. None the less you settled back down into bed, cuddling close to Oliver and falling asleep after kissing each other goodnight. Both of you praying that when you woke in the morning Oliver would still be next to you.

The next morning you had woken up 45 minutes before your alarm was due to go off, but the second thing that came to your mind was to check if Oliver was still with you. You sighed a quiet breath of relief when you turned and found him fast asleep on the pillow next to you, his hair still a little damp where he had tied it back up. Regardless, he looked like an angel, you laid still for a few moments just staring at his peaceful features before softly kissing his cute button nose and pulling yourself out of bed, to the kitchen to brew some coffee and make yourself and acai bowl for breakfast. As you watched the news on your TV from the kitchen your alarm went off and was followed by a scream. “Shit!” you cursed to yourself, remembering Oliver doesn’t know what an alarm clock is. You ran back into your bedroom and turned it off, turning to find a wide eyed and very frantic Oliver blinking and breathing heavily. “Are you okay sweetie?” you cooed as you sat next to him and gave him a hug and kiss to his forehead to comfort him. “I’m fine. What was that?” he asked, “My alarm clock. I should really turn it off though seeing as I have no early morning commitments at the minute.” you explained as you reached over to the clock and turned off the alarm feature, setting it back in its place. “Can I get you some breakfast?” you asked Oliver to which he nodded. You both got up and he gave you a good morning kiss before going to the bathroom, you headed to the kitchen and went through your cupboards looking to see what you could give him for breakfast when he walked through looking around. “Peyton? PEY- Oh, there you are.” he smiled warmly, and you smiled back.

“What would you like? I can make you cereal or eggs or a fruit bowl... I need to go shopping.”

“Hmmm.. could I have eggs and a small helping of fruit on the side please?”

“Of course! Go make yourself comfortable and I’ll bring it to you.”

“You’re going to..? Peyton? Is there no maid?”

“Oliver. You’re in a different time now remember. Besides, if there was a maid... I doubt you’d be walking around the place stark naked..”

“I am not nake- AHHH!”

You laughed out loud as he seemed to shrink as he covered himself with his hands, looking to you confusedly. He was probably wondering why he was naked in the first place. “Don’t worry. We had a shower and then went to bed. You don’t exactly have... clothes right now.” You said gesturing wildly with your hands as you spoke. Oliver moved to the couch and you gave him a blanket to cover up with so he would feel more comfortable. After that you gave him his breakfast once it was done which he seemingly savored every bite of before leaving his plate on the coffee table like you said, whilst you grabbed your laptop. You sat next to him and loaded up a clothing website and clicked in the men’s section. “Okay. So let’s get you some outfits...” you said as he shifted position, coming to rest his head on your shoulder. Together you spent the next 5 hours picking out clothes for Oliver and getting a few bits for yourself. When you checked out Oliver’s eyes bulged at the price so much you could have sworn they would actually pop out of his head. “1,012,000.87 POUNDS?! Peyton can you afford all this?” he asked, shock overtaking his features. “One, it’s dollars. I’ll tell you about how that is later. Two, yeah. It’s fine... I’m pretty... well known in these times.” you told him with a tight smile trying not to give too much away. Still overcome with shock, Oliver just nodded at you slowly as you proceeded to check out and buy the items. “In the meantime though, I’m going to go grocery shopping and pick you up a couple casual things you can wear whilst we wait for this order to get here in 5-8 working days.” You said smiling at him and pecking his cheek, getting up to put your laptop away and get ready to go out.

You left about an hour later and went shopping, when you came back about 3 hours later it was now turning dark and Oliver was sleeping on your couch. You smiled at him and went to the kitchen, quietly putting away your groceries before sitting at your kitchen island, setting up your new cell phone. After you done so, you emailed your manager with your new number to give out to everyone it needed to go to before texting your siblings with your new number too. You signed into your music streaming service and got all your music back, putting on one of your favourite tracks by yourself, Love Who I’ll Be ft. Raleigh Carrera, You were humming along to Raleigh’s part when a voice sounded from behind you as you prepared dinner. “You’re back!” Oliver said with a tone to his voice that made your stomach do backflips, as he cuddled you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. “What’re you making?” he asked, “Steak, fries and salad” you responded quietly, turning your head to peck his cheek. “ooo. That sounds delicious. Thank you, I’m starving.” he said just as his stomach growled furiously, “Have you eaten since I left?” you asked, worry on your face. “No... I- I didn’t want to take anything you might have needed.” He said admittingly, “Oliver.” you stated but he just shrugged shyly with an apologetic smile. Luckily you had no pans going yet so you placed the knife you were chopping the salad ingredients up with on the side and spun round to face him, “I got you some stuff” you said as you wrapped your arms round his neck, gently nudging your nose on his lovingly. “mmm?” he hummed as he hugged you close, placing his arms loosely round you waist, his arms resting on your hips. “I found your records, he murmured in your ear causing you to immediately blush.

“My.... records?”

“Yeah, the ones you have hanging on the walls with your name under them.”

“Oh.. yeah, those... I-“

“It’s okay Peyton. I was pressing the plus Ch. Button on the device that turned on the... television yesterday and came across a ‘pop culture’ channel. I know you’re a singer and actress. Well loved by the public too, apparently.”

“Yeah.”

“Peyton... Look at me. It’s how you happily paid for all those clothes isn’t it?”

“Mhm.”

“You don’t have to be embarrassed. I admire the fact you’re pursuing two careers. Not just settling for one. The world deserves to know who you are.”

“Oliver I-“

“Nay Peyton. I don’t wish to hear an apology. I know you would have told me when you were ready. It just happened this way instead.”

You nodded as he embraced you again before pulling away and showing him the clothes you picked up for him. You gave him a couple of t-shirts, some shorts and skinny jeans with a pack of socks with 5 pairs in and 3 pairs of underwear, giving him a peck on the lips before he disappeared to your room to get dressed. When he came back you were seasoning the steaks, “Do... I look okay?” he asked, and you spun round, jaw dropping to the floor. Okay you knew he was hot... but he was now in front of you wearing a navy-blue tank top with white palm printed shorts, white socks and his hair down, and gosh was his smile as beautiful as ever. “Peyton?” he said with a questioning tone, snaping you out of your daydream like trance. “Yes?” you said as you snapped back into focus looking fully at his face. “”I said, do I look okay?” he repeated, you just nodded, your eyes were practically making hearts and if you opened your mouth anymore in this moment, your kink would show, so you quickly turned back around and continued massaging your steaks before adding them to the frying pan. Soon dinner was done, and you served a dish to Oliver who was sitting at the kitchen island. “One steak with fries and a side of salad for a beautiful young man.” You say as you place Oliver’s plate in front of him, his eyes going wide as he inhales the aromas of the dish deeply. “This smells delicious.” He comments as you sit down, “Do you like to pray before you eat or do you just dig in?” you asked him, and he smiles at you taking your hand in his. “Peyton... you are the most considerate young woman I have ever met. I would love to share a prayer with you before we eat.” He beams, before bowing his head with you copying his action.

“Our Dear Heavenly Father, we thank you for bringing us together and allowing us to be here today sharing this meal. We thank thee for the sacrifices made for our meal to be on the table and turning our water to wine. I thank thee O’ Heavenly Father for leading me through time to my one true love. For bringing me my happiness. May we and many others around the world eat this meal we have tonight and many more together in harmonious peacefulness forevermore. Amen.”

“Amen.” you said as you lifted your head, opening your eyes and allowing them to adjust to the light in the room. Oliver’s gaze met yours, he leant over and pecked your cheek before digging into his steak, taking a bite. “MMMMM. This is perfect. The flavor. The texture. Babe this is perfect. Thank you for cooking this.” he smiled cutting off another piece of steak. After you were done with dinner, you cleaned your room and vacuumed the floor, then sitting with Oliver on your bed, smiling at him brightly. “What have you done now?” he asked, immediately curious yet suspicious at the same time as he turned to look at you fully. “Nothhhhing” you answered, smiling as innocently as you could. “Peyton... your eyes tell a different story my love.” He muttered as he lent closer, teasing your lips by almost touching them with his but never completely kissing you. You stayed in that position for a few moments before you sighed softly, “Fine. Sit up and close your eyes, holding out your hands” you told him as he followed your instruction. You placed a box in his hand and told him to open his eyes. “I got you a phone so we can stay in touch when I have to go to work!” you exclaimed with soft excitement, he stared at it for a moment. It was strange for him, a man from the 1700’s was holding future technology in his hand. He didn’t know how to feel about it. Out of everyone you met travelling back in time, Charlie was definitely the one who took to the idea of cell phones the best. She was always taking yours to play an offline basketball game when you were alone on the ship. “This feels... different.” he says as he carefully places the box on your bed. “I’ll help you set it up.” you stated as you started taking off the packaging. You were about to open the box when your apartment buzzer went off, “Just a second.” You apologized and went to the hallway and picked up the receiver. “Who is it?” you asked innocently but froze when you heard the voice on the other end. “Your worst nightmare... Darling.” The voice taunted, you slammed the receiver down and ran to the bathroom to grab Oliver’s sword, slapping your forehead remembering you’d moved it to your closet, so you ran in and grabbed it, immediately panicking Oliver. “My sweet! What’s wrong? Why do you need my sword? I thought times were different now.” He spoke frantically holding your arms looking at you mirroring the fear in your own eyes. “Hide. Just hide please. He can’t find you. He can’t just go in there and lock the door. Don’t make a sound. Please.” you begged desperately with pleading eyes. Every inch of Oliver’s body hated the fact you were telling him to leave you alone when you were clearly in immediate danger.

“What?! Peyton, no. if you’re in danger-“

“Oliver please. If this man sees you, he’ll have your head right in front of me.”

“He wouldn’t stand a chance against me.”

“This is a very dangerous man Oliver... He’s a celebrity stalker. He’s been prosecuted and jailed for stalking other Hollywood celebrities. Some he even tied up and gagged. I don’t know how he’s found me, but he gets jealous of other men being around the women he targets. Please... just hide. You’ll be protecting me... I promise.” you further pleaded as you hand touched the hilt of his sword now round your waist. You could tell he didn’t like it, but he looked at his sword and then at . Giving you a kiss then ducking into your walk-in closet and locking the door. You hid his phone you were about to set up on your draw and cautiously entered your living area, body pressed against the wall. You couldn’t remember if you’d pressed the button to decline him access to the building or not so you were using every bit of your stealth in combat training you had learnt to check the immediate surroundings, feeling a little relief when your front door seemed to be shut. But that didn’t mean you were in the clear, he could have snuck in and quietly shut the door. You checked every place in your apartment with caution but didn’t find him, so you picked up your home phone and called the police, as the phone made its first ring you heard a shout from outside.

“Oh Peyton, come show me that pretty face of yours at your window here!”

You cringed with every muscle in your body as an operator picked up and you asked for the police. Keeping your cool as best as you could, you gave your name, location and the man’s name causing the operator to immediately dispatch 4 squad cars into the immediate and surrounding areas. You stayed on the phone until you heard sirens outside and shouting from the stalker. Thanking the operator for keeping you company you said goodbye and hung up just as there was a knock on the door, the police announcing themselves. You let them in and then disappeared into the kitchen briefly. When you came back you’d taken Oliver’s sword off and gotten yourself a glass of water, visibly a little shaken. “That’s a nice sword you have.” One officer commented. “Thanks. Collector’s item. But I was willing to use it for self-defence purposes.” You said, taking a seat on your couch. You gave the police your account of how long you knew he had been outside and what had happened. But you were one of the lucky ones. You had thankfully pressed the decline entry button and it was so late that everyone else in the apartment block was already settled in bed so wouldn’t move. You guessed that was one of the perks of having elderly neighbours, they went to bed super early and would understand if you were pacing late at night as you practiced script lines or were trying to write a song on your keyboard. After the police left and everything was safe again you knocked on your closet door and heard the lock click but the door didn’t open straight away, instead you heard Oliver’s voice. “Peyton... what’s this?” he asked as the door finally opened. He looked at you holding a neon pink object and you immediately felt flustered, leaping into the closet and snatching it from his hands, throwing the object in the draw where it belongs. “That is nothing.. that I need.. not anymore anyways. Let’s just forget it’s here yeah? And go... to the couch! Yes. That’s right. We’ll go to the couch and set up your phone and I’ll teach you how to use it and tell you about anything else you wish to know.” you rambled as you pushed him to your living area then turning around to go get his phone. That night after setting up his phone, teaching him to use it and bringing him up to date with some of what’s happened in the world since the 18th century. You curled up on the couch with a blanket and put on one of your favourite shows, falling asleep in his arms.

---- 10 years later ----

“Honey?! have you seen my keys!” Oliver called out as he whizzed round your shared house getting ready to take you to your movie premiere. “On the hook by the front door. You left them in the kitchen again last night!” you shouted back from the bedroom as you done your make-up. “Got them! I’ll be in the car waiting for you!” he shouted and went outside. You couldn’t believe it... 10 years since everything happened. Disappearing from the TV set with that gosh darn awful director. 10 years since you found Oliver in the museum pretending to be a wax figure and sneaking him out. He had recently received his American citizenship, was CEO of a tech company and you were happily arranging your wedding to take place in the upcoming year. Both yourself, and Oliver knew him being taken back to the past at any moment was a possibility but since it had been 10 years you were sure he was here to stay for the long run. Your music career was slower than it was when you first met your now fiancée, but your acting career was booming and tonight you were going to the premiere of your latest movie where you play the lead actress. A shapeshifter who transports through time to find their distant cousin who went missing in the late 1800’s and discovers she was killed by one of the most notorious serial killers of all time. You put the finishing touches to your make up, grabbing your clutch from the dresser. You looked at a picture of you and Oliver on the beach back when you went on your first official date and smiled fondly at the memory before being brought out of your trance by Oliver beeping the horn of your car outside. After double checking you had everything, you turned off the lights through the house on your way out, shutting the door and locking it behind you. You got in the car and buckled up.

“You good to go?”

“Yep. I have everything.”

“Awesome. You look gorgeous tonight by the way.”

“It’s thanks to you. You’re the one who got my dress. Without it, I’d be going to this thing nude.”

“That’s what you’ll be later.”

Oliver winked at you cheekily as he pulled out of the drive and headed through the streets to the venue where the premiere was being held, anxiousness on your face. “Hey. I’m proud of you.” Oliver said as he took your hand in his free one, raising your knuckles to his lips and kissing them delicately as he kept his eyes glued to the road ahead. You smiled at him, knowing that you had this man for life, well.. for as long as time would let you have him in the 21st century at least and the fact you were engaged was enough for you but the fact he wanted to go ahead with an actual wedding when he had no family here himself, meant the world to you. As he pulled up to the valet parking, you blinked back tears as he turned to face you. “Now don’t go ruining your makeup just yet beautiful.” he smiled causing a small chuckled to leave your slightly parted lips. “Sorry. It’s just... I can’t believe you’re mine... that we... we’re getting married next year. There’s still stuff to discuss but-“ you rambled but cut yourself off before you could get too carried away. He gave you a small kiss on the forehead and you both got out of the car, headed for the red carpet. Camera’s clicking and people shouting both of your names immediately. You were happy tonight for many reasons, all of them Oliver knew. All but one little one you were yet to tell him, but you felt that after the premiere tonight would be the perfect time to tell him he was about to become a father in the next 6 months. You could only hope he would keep his promise to never, ever, let you go.

Ending A/N: So there we go. That completes Oliver and F!MC’s ending how I envisioned it ending in and a little bit after the book. But the story of these two lovers doesn’t end here. You’re pregnant with Oliver’s child and you have a wedding you’re planning together. Let me know if you would like me to work on that so you can read the next part of your story with the once Navy Lieutenant turned CEO.

Thank You all for reading if you got this far <3

Hugs, Love & Kisses,

tyrilsnightbloom

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don't know if you've done these already, but my boys rattmann and kleiner for that headcanon ask?

thank you!! i don’t talk about either of them enough

rattmann

Sexuality Headcanon: hmm.. gay

Gender Headcanon: doesn’t mind people seeing him as a man but doesn’t feel any attachment to gender

A ship I have with said character: uuuhh i don’t really think i have any ships w/ doug. chellmann i don’t ship romantically myself but it’s sweet. i support y’all

A BROTP I have with said character: chellmann again hi

A NOTP I have with said character: i don’t really know what all the portal ships are tbh. rattdos ig

A random headcanon: he escapes aperture with chell and they live happily ever after

General opinion over said character: i love him and i am so sad. thinking abt this is showing that i need to finish my portal 2 replay so i have more Thoughts on everything bc i can’t actually remember the last time i played through it completely

i also have a panel of him from lab ratt in my desktop wallpaper rotation

kleiner

Sexuality Headcanon: gay ace!

Gender Headcanon: prrrobably just a cis man

A ship I have with said character: elisaac real

A BROTP I have with said character: maybe just elisaac again. not really a brotp, but i also enjoy his bickering with magnusson

A NOTP I have with said character: haven’t really seen many ships w him in general? so like none i guess.

A random headcanon: likes to let lamarr out of her cage sometimes to keep him company while he works--she always knocks over half the stuff on his desk and makes everything 10x harder but he can’t stay mad at her

General opinion over said character: i was fairly neutral at first but @is-or-will-be’s appreciation of him rubbed off on me eventually. i care him

#transmissions #floating-goblin

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tessisawriter · 5 years

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What Real Support Looks Like, Part 3 (Mat Barzal)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8

A/N: I created a playlist of songs that have influenced me throughout the series.

TCD = Trinity College Dublin

Warnings: One swear word, angst

Word Count: 2.6k

As Lauren pulled into the parking lot of Mat’s building and searched for a parking space, Gemma’s phone lit up with a notification.

Gemma lamented her decision to not throw the phone into her bag as she picked it up and scanned the screen. It was another text from Mat: “I will never forgive myself for what I said. I love you more than life itself and will do whatever it takes to make things right.”

I love you more than life itself. Mat saying the phrase replayed in Gemma’s mind over and over again. It meant a lot to both of them: those were the words Mat used when he told Gemma he loved her for the first time, and after that, it caught on. He said those seven little words whenever he could, and Gemma’s heart always melted whenever he did.

The emotions that she had pushed back in the Eberle’s dining room overwhelmed her now. Gemma didn’t know how things got so bad in the past twelve hours that she was about to collect some of her belongings from the apartment she and Mat used to share.

“Gem? Sweetie?” Lauren’s voice pulled Gemma out of her spiral. “What’s wrong?”

Gemma looked up and realized that her car was now sitting in a parking space. “Everything,” she said. “I have so many feelings and I just don’t know how to process them all.”

“Feelings about Mat?” she asked. Gemma nodded her head in response.

“Are you sure you want to do this today? We can always come back in a few days when everything has sunken in,” Lauren offered.

“It’s not about that,” Gemma snapped at her, and she immediately regretted it. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. It’s not your fault.”

“I know, sweetie. You’ve been through so much in less than a day’s time.” Lauren assured her.

“I just…I don’t know how I feel about Mat. I’m obviously beyond angry with him for belittling my career, but…I think I still love him. And I hate myself for feeling that way. He made me feel like a bad girlfriend for pursuing my dreams. I should be closing the door completely, but I’m having a hard time doing that.”

“It’s completely normal to have mixed feelings about a break-up, especially since everything’s so raw right now,” Lauren said. “It doesn’t make you a bad person, Gem. You’re human.”

Gemma let that soak in for a minute. She really did feel like a bad person (not to mention a bad feminist) but, like Lauren said, she was human.

“I don’t want to overstep, but in your heart, do you think you can forgive him?” Lauren asked, then hastily added, “Not that I’m saying that is what you should do, because I don’t know what I would do if I were you, but I think you have to ask yourself if you can forgive him because you clearly still have feelings for him, and you need to consider that, too.”

Gemma didn’t answer her right away; instead, she thought long and hard. Could she forgive him for what he said? If she took the statement itself at face value, the answer was an obvious no, but there was so much more to it. Mat was so drunk that Gemma didn’t think he was particularly coherent when he said it, but she also meant what she said earlier about drunk people being more prone to saying the truth. Even if he didn’t mean it, he probably still felt that way deep down. Not to mention that Mat shouldn’t have even been drunk in the first place because it was Gemma’s birthday and he forgot about it. But they had both been so busy since the New Year, and Jordan did say that relationships are tested in this way.

Gemma hated that she was so torn up about this, and she knew she shouldn’t even entertain the idea of taking him back. The problem was, Lauren was right: Gemma still had feelings for Mat, and she needed to sort them out before making a decision one way or another.

“If we’re talking about forgiving him right now, definitely not,” Gemma finally replied, “But if I had some space and time to think about it…I don’t know what I would do. The only thing I am sure of is that I need time to reach a proper decision.”

“And that is completely valid,” Lauren patted her shoulder. “Whatever you decide, I will fully support you, and so will Jordan and Sydney. We will always be there for you.”

“Thank you, Lauren,” Gemma unbuckled her seat belt and reached over to hug her.

“Of course,” Lauren said, “Now, do you want to go to the apartment or go to a store and pick up a bikini there?”

“I would rather leave, but I left my passport and a few other really important things there in my haste last night, so we should go get them,” she replied. Gemma couldn’t believe she was so stupid as to leave behind her passport, but it was in the safe, so she forgot. At least she had been wearing the Tiffany heart necklace her mother let her take with her to college; Gemma’s dad had originally given it to her mom.

“Yeah, you should really get that back. Let’s go.” They each opened their respective car doors and shut them, and walked to the apartment building, Lauren’s arm slung around Gemma’s shoulders.

When they reached the apartment door, Gemma’s hands shook as she took the keys out of her backpack.

“Do you want me to…?”

“No, I’ve got it. Thanks, though,” Gemma quickly added. She found her keys, put them in the lock, and turned them to open the door.

The living room looked exactly as she left it, but when she walked into the bedroom, Gemma’s heart sank. Her green TCD sweatshirt was rumpled up on Mat’s side of the bed, as if he had been wearing it or holding it during the night.

Lauren took one look at the sweatshirt and knew exactly what to say to distract her. “Where are your bikinis?” she asked.

“In the wardrobe over there,” Gemma pointed to her left, “Top drawer. I’m going to go in the closet to find my passport.”

“Got it,” she said.

Gemma walked to the door next to the wardrobe and opened it. One of the perks of this apartment was the walk-in closet. She ignored her dresses and his suit jackets, dress shirts, and pants hanging side by side and made a beeline for the safe, which was hidden in the back of the closet. Gemma opened it and felt around inside the safe for her passport. She found the passport and pulled it out, but when she looked at it, she realized that her triskelion necklace was tangled in the passport cover. Gemma smiled for the first time today. She thought she had lost the necklace because it had been missing for months.

While Gemma was on her semester abroad at TCD, she, Annie, and a bunch of their other friends went to the Cliffs of Moher on a weekend trip. Before they went to the Cliffs, though, they visited Poll na mBrón, a Neolithic portal tomb in the Burren, a predominantly rocky area nearby. Near the site of the tomb, a man was selling handcrafted authentic silver Celtic symbol pendants on necklaces at a reasonable price, so Gemma took a look. She was immediately drawn to the triskelion, which has three spirals, and she asked Annie if she knew what it meant. Annie replied that it meant many things and ran through the list, but when she said one of the meanings was “past, present, and future,” Gemma knew it was the one she wanted.

It seemed like her triskelion necklace had come back to her when she needed it most. Gemma ran her fingers over the grooves in each of the three spirals. She had originally chosen this symbol because as a history major, she believed that the past, present, and future are all connected, but the symbol gained a more personal meaning over time. The triskelion reminded Gemma of how far she had come, and that while it was important to remember her past, it did not have to define her or her future.

“Gemma, where are you?” Lauren called, snapping her out of her reverie. She turned around and saw Lauren enter the closet. “What are you doing? Do you have everything you need in here?”

“Yeah, I actually just found my Celtic symbol necklace. I thought I had lost it,” she said, failing to mention the triskelion was actually a Neolithic symbol that was later adopted by the Celts. Gemma was afraid that she bored people when she went off on tangents about history, so she forced herself to not talk about it too much with others. The only people she talked to without reserve were her mom, Annie, and Mat. Well, not Mat anymore.

“It’s so pretty! Did you get that on your semester abroad?”

“Thanks! Yeah, I bought it near the Cliffs of Moher. Would you mind putting it on for me?” Gemma said as she closed the safe and locked it.

“Of course,” Lauren responded, and Gemma stood up, the necklace and passport in her hand. Gemma gave her the necklace and turned around, holding her hair up while Lauren clasped the chain around her neck. Gemma grabbed the pendant and realized that she felt whole again.

“Maybe I should grab a few more pairs of shoes, t-shirts, and sweaters,” she said, thinking about the wacky upcoming weather forecast.

“Already beat you to it. I picked a few and put them on the bed. Except for the shoes, of course,” Lauren replied.

“You know me so well,” Gemma said, and the two of them walked back out into the bedroom, but not before Gemma spotted and grabbed two of her larger overnight bags near the front of the closet. She wasn’t surprised to find on the bed every piece of clothing she had been thinking of taking, so she simply gave Lauren a high five and shoved everything into one of the overnight bags.

“Which bikini do you want?” Lauren asked, pointing to the only pile left on the bed. Gemma examined the bikinis and narrowed it down to a navy and white polka dot set or a sunshine yellow bikini that was a little more revealing and had a removable halter so that she didn’t get tan lines.

“Which one should I take?” she turned around, holding one bikini in each hand, but Lauren was on the floor closing up Gemma’s bag instead of standing next to her. Lauren quickly stood up and pointed to the yellow bikini.

“That one. It gives off happy vibes,” she said, and Gemma couldn’t help but agree. She put it down on the bed, grabbed the other bikinis, and shoved them into the top drawer before returning to her chosen bikini. Gemma knelt down on the floor in front of her bag and opened it, only to find the sweatshirt that had been on Mat’s side of the bed inside the bag. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but the sweatshirt’s presence in her bag felt wrong. She took it out, packed the bikini, and zipped up the bag before standing up and putting the sweatshirt back on the bed by Mat’s pillow.

“I don’t want Mat to know I was here,” she told Lauren, “So I’ll take it back another time.”

“Good point,” Lauren agreed. “It just felt weird to see it there.”

She knew what Lauren left unsaid: she thought it was weird that Mat had been clearly cuddling the sweatshirt because it smelled like Gemma. Gemma thought so, too, until she saw the sweatshirt in her bag. Seeing it there made her realize that keeping her sweatshirt was Mat’s way of grieving, and despite still being angry with him, Gemma wasn’t going to judge him for it. She knew it was twisted, but she felt a little better knowing that he missed her.

“Totally” was all Gemma said out loud in response. “I’m just going to grab some books from the shelf in the living room, and then we can go,” she added.

“Okay, take your time,” Lauren replied.

Gemma grabbed the two overnight bags and walked out of the bedroom into the main living space. She put down the bag with the clothes and took the empty bag over to the bookshelf. Without even thinking, she took all of the books in the Shadowhunter Chronicles series by Cassandra Clare off the shelf and put them in the bag. She loved those books to death and was not going to leave them behind. Gemma analyzed the bookshelf for a few moments before grabbing a few history books and some classics, including Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte and Persuasion by Jane Austen, and shoved them into the bag before zipping it shut.

“Shit, Gem, I don’t know how you just did that, but you picked all those books in less than four minutes,” Lauren said, amazed.

“What can I say? I love my books. Let’s get out of here.”

Gemma picked up the bag with all of the books inside, and she staggered from the sheer weight of the bag. She tried to pick up the clothing bag, but Lauren put up a hand.

“Let me take the other bag,” Lauren insisted.

“Thanks.”

She and Lauren walked out of the apartment. Gemma tried to control the tremors in her hands while she locked up, but she wasn’t fully successful.

The car ride back to the Eberle’s house was short and silent, and before Gemma knew it, Lauren parked her car in their driveway. Gemma grabbed her bags out of the back seat and followed Lauren to the front door.

“Okay,” Lauren said as they entered the house, “I’m going to get changed for the pool party. Let’s aim to be out of here in ten minutes?”

“Sounds good,” Gemma replied, and they headed off to their respective rooms.

Gemma moved like a hurricane as soon as she shut the door to the guest room. She grabbed her bikini, a pair of cut-off denim shorts, and an old t-shirt she could put in the washing machine and changed in record time. As she slid on her flip-flops, Gemma decided to respond to Mat’s text.

She sat down on the bed and started writing. After much revision, she finally settled on the following text: “I need space. Give me until Monday to think everything over, and I’ll let you know what I’ve decided. P.S. this is NOT a break: my life is not going to turn into the Ross and Rachel show.”

The last sentence was a last-minute addition. Gemma was still leaning towards giving him the boot once and for all in five days, but she didn’t want him sleeping with someone else if she somehow decided to forgive him.

Gemma heard three knocks on the door and Lauren’s voice: “Gemma, are you ready to go?”

“Yes,” she said, grabbing her backpack and opening the door. Mat could mope all he wanted, but Gemma was done moping. She was going to go to Sydney’s house, have fun with her friends, and try to forget about him, even if it only lasted for a little while.

@averytiredlawstudent @star-adorned @theforevermorereject

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ace-jug · 4 years

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Richie and The Rabbit Hole (5)

Summary: When everyone goes back to their lives after Pennywise, Richie doesn’t. He stays in Derry and finds a portal that leads back to 1989, only a few months after the loser club “defeated” Pennywise the first time.Using the help of the younger losers, adult Richie goes back in time to fix all the wrong that Pennywise caused when he came back the second time.

Rated: M

Relationship: Eddie/Richie

Current Word Count: 28,322

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Chapter 5: The new future (for now)

“Hello?” Eddie says over the phone as Richie drops it. He looks wide eyed out to open space, shocked, because Eddie is alive! The whole thing worked and he almost completely spaces out, but Eddie is yelling really loudly over the phone to get Richie's attention.

“HELLO?” Eddie yells and Richie grabs the phone from its spot on the ground. His hands are trembling and he tries his best to keep calm.

“Sorry, sorry, I just uh, wasn’t expecting you to be calling me.”

“Are you fucking serious Rich? You knew we had plans and you’re dropping your phone again? Please don’t tell me you cracked the screen again, that’d be your third one this year and I understand you’re famous yada yada, but that doesn’t mean you can be throwing your phone around like it’s garbage!”

“What plans?” Richie asks, because he genuinely doesn’t know, and also, he really would like to see Eddie now that he knows he’s alive. He kinda feels like he’s floating on air and he feels like he may go crazy, if he hasn’t already that is.

“God, I swear, you make over 6 figures and you’re the smartest guy I know, but sometimes I have no idea where the hell your head is at. Where are you? We’ve been waiting forever for you.”

“I’m the smartest guy you know?” Richie says and Eddie huffs. “I never said that! Also, that isn��t the point, where the hell are you?”

“Oh, uh, I’m at Al’s diner in Libson falls,” Richie says and Eddie snaps.

"You knew we were getting food and you went out? What the hell Richie?!"

"I have no idea what you're talking about. When I came here, everyone had already gone home."

Eddie doesn't say anything, it takes him a moment, but then he talks soft, his anger seems to have vanished.

“Oh my god. Today is the day, isn’t it?”

“What day?”

“The day you went back in time“,” Eddie says, it’s a whisper, and Richie can barely hear it, but it’s easy enough to make out. The events of the day are replaying itself in his head and his headache is soaring. He really needs some advil.

“Oh, yeah, that day, mhmmm. Yeah, that was today. Oh my god, please don’t tell me you all are waiting for me at that fucking house, because we never killed Pennywise.”

“No, we did,” Eddie says, pausing. “Do you remember anything? Like, do you remember the last 27 years?”

“It depends,” Richie says, trying to think of any possible changes in the future on his life, but it comes blank. “Did everything happen the way it did last time?”

“Holy fuck. You really remember nothing? Not even getting married?” Eddie asks and Richie looks confusingly down at his hands, and sure enough, a big gold wedding band was sitting on his ring finger.

“Holy shit!” Richie yells. “You’re fucking with me. You have to be. This cannot be real. I’m fucking married!?”

Briefly he sees a clip play in his mind of another hand putting a ring on his finger. It's hard to see, but it happened like he was there. He can feel the ring be slipped on his finger and he hears the static noise, like he was way too focused to hear anything. It barely lasts a second, like it was nothing at all, and Richie discards the thought.

“Okay, maybe over the phone isn’t the best place to explain everything, just come to the The Jade of the Orient, we already got our food,” Eddie says.

"Yeah, okay, bye," Richie says, shaking his head, it's been a weird day, that's for sure. He doesn't even look back, he just makes his way to his car and drives.

He tries to come up with anything from his past, but without talking to anyone or being able to look at his phone, it's not like he can come up with much. He speeds the entire ride back to Derry and as the anxiety fills, he does his best to breathe.

.....

When he arrives at the restaurant, a boy, roughly around the age of 4 latches on to him as soon as he gets close to the table.

"Daddy," the boy says, grabbing Richie's leg and crying. "Melissa is being mean to me and I don't wanna sit at the kids table, I wanna sit by you," he whines, putting his arms up and staring at Richie, waiting to be picked up.

Richie nervously chuckles. The kid is cute, real cute, that's for sure, but it's weird. The kid looks slightly like him, especially when he was 4, the kid had the same nose and mouth.

He looks at the other losers for a second, confused and making sure this kid was actually his, because sure, he killed Pennywise, but what in the future could change so drastically that he'd have a kid?

He's not sure, and when the other losers just stare at him and Beverly gestures at him to pick the kid up, that's what he does and the kid wraps his arms around him, sighing contently.

He's sees another scene for a few moments. A glimpse of watching the kid be born, holding him in his arms for the first time, and teaching him to speak. It's sweet and it makes Richie let out a few tears.

This is weird. This is really weird. What the fuck is going on?

He sits down to the only spot left, which is between Stan and Eddie.

It looks like they've all brought their significant others with, because next to Stan, Bill, and Mike are woman he's never seen before. There is also a table close by that's filled with kids. There are almost as many kids as there were adults and he's pretty sure that they belong to his friends, because one comes up to Beverly for a second to whisper in her ear before running back to the table.

"So, uh, what did I miss this last 27 years guys?" Richie asks and Beverly goes to say something, but shuts it, and he's not sure why, until she gestures to what seems to be Stanley's wife, who wasn't looking.

That’s when he realized that right, there are others besides the losers here and they don’t know about the demonic space clown or time travel. So, talking about that here was just not an option.

It seems like he won't be getting answers right now, but that's okay, he's starving.

"Don’t joke like that Richie, we saw you in May! We just sat down and Mike was about to give us some news," Beverly said and Mike goes wide eyed.

"Right, well, me and Jennifer," he gestures to the woman next to him. She's smiling brightly at him and he does the same, looking at her with admiration in his eyes for a few moments before taking her hand and looking at the rest of the losers. "Are having twins!"

"Oh my god, twins, congrats Mike and Jenny!" Beverly says and the rest of the losers go into a small chatter, asking Jennifer a bunch of questions. “When is the baby due?”, “how long have you known?”, “do you have names picked out?” Richie is confused the entire time, but he tries to think and figure out the missing puzzle pieces, because there are a lot of them.

Number one, who the hell is his wife? I mean, he's married, that's apparent and he has a kid. He remembers being in the hospital to carry the newborn in his arms for the first time and he's assuming that blurry woman in his flashback was his wife, it had to be.

"I'm sorry, but where is my wife?" Richie whispers to Eddie and he nearly spit takes.

"Excuse me?" Eddie asks, choking on his water and wiping his mouth from the water that leaked through.

"I mean, I'm obviously married, but I don't see her. Is she at home or something?" Richie asks and Eddie shakes his head. His kid pinches him.

"Don't joke with Dad like that. You know he doesn't like it," his kid says and Richie looks at the kid confusingly then back to Eddie.

"Why the hell is he calling you Dad? I thought I was his Dad, what the fuck is going on?" Richie whisper yells at Eddie. His heart starts pounding loudly then and he hears it in his ears. This was a joke, right? Or, maybe, was Eddie his husband? That couldn't be possible right? That's stupid. Eddie was straight and Richie has a kid. It would be impossible for them to have a kid, he had a vision. He-.

The kid pinches him again.

"Ow, what was that for?"

"Dad told me to do that when you say those words."

Right, he swore. He deserved that.

"I'm sorry buddy, I won't do it again, I promise."

"You're such a bad liar," Eddie says.

Richie huffs, waits a second, looking at Eddie for answers and when he doesn't say anything, Richie puts a hand on his shoulder and whispers again, quiet enough that the kid won’t hear him this time.

"Can you please just tell me what's going on with this," He says gesturing to his ring, then also to his kid.

"Can you just wait until lunch is over? There is a lot to explain," Eddie says and Richie knows that, but it doesn't stop him from being really nervous. His life has dramatically changed and he's not sure how to even act because well, he has a kid now and he’s married. He still seems to be famous though, so his job is at least the same.

Oh, right. His manager had called him. He'd call back, but that seems like a bad idea considering there is a high chance that he won't know what the hell is manager is talking about. So, he looked at his phone to see if he had any texts.

From The Boss Man:

Richie, answer your phone. I know you're on vacation right now, but Christina needs to know if you can do that surprise show in Maine tomorrow considering you're already there?

From The Boss Man:

We need to know if we can sell tickets asshole. Answer me. Now.

From The Boss Man:

We're talking about a lot of money here Rich. We only have an hour to secure our spot or we give it up.

From The Boss Man:

Richie, I swear to god. You've never toured in Maine and there is a high demand for you there right now.

Okay, maybe Richie should call back. His manager seemed pretty upset. So, he excuses himself and tries to get his kid to sit down.

"I have to make an important phone call, I'll be right back, okay buddy?"

The kid shook his head. "I don't wanna sit here."

Richie sighs and thinks for a second before handing the kid to Eddie.

"Here, just sit with Eddie and I'll be right back. I promise."

The kid huffs, but he wraps his arms around Eddie anyways and Richie is surprised on how easily the kid just lets himself be around Eddie like that when it was Richie’s kid, but he dismisses the thought, he has something else to worry about right now.

He walks towards the back and calls his manager.

"Richie, you better have a good explanation for this!"

"My phone died," he lied and the thing is, he didn’t wait that long to call. When he opened his phone at Al’s diner, his manager had only called him a minute ago; and sure, he did ignore the next call in the car, but he was still flustered. Still is, but at least in this moment, he can distract himself from the bigger problem. Push a problem with another problem seemed like a good idea in Richie’s mind a minute ago.

His manager sighed, for some reason believing him. Richie is just glad that the voice is familiar and the same manager as before.

"Okay, well, can you do it or not?"

"What, the show? I don't know. What routine would I be doing?"

"The most recent one. This will be the first show to hear it. Remember, we stayed up until like 3am five weeks in a row trying to perfect it? This will be the perfect place to see how people feel about it."

Richie wants to say yes, but knows that he has no idea what his new routine is or what he'd say.

"I don't remember it all. I'll mess it up. It's too soon."

"Dude, it's been like over a month. You've practiced it dozens of times. You know, you don't have to be nervous. Everyone knows you’re gay already and it might be nice for people to see you there, you know, considering the trial.”

"I'm gay?" Richie questions, like it's not true and his manager huffs.

"Dude, you're not funny. You're lucky that you're saying that to me and not Eddie. He'd kick your ass. Anyways, if you really are nervous, you know you can look at the routine on your phone on Google docs. I'm going to say you can, okay?"

"Uh, yeah sure. Also, why would Eddie be kicking my ass?"

"You're insufferable. How he married you, I will never understand. Now I have to go and book your show before it becomes unavailable. Turn your volume on and answer me next time. Bye."

Married. Gay. Holy shit. Married to Eddie Kaspbrack. This is impossible. This is not happening. Eddie is straight. He married a woman and now, he's just married to me? Richie thinks and he shakes, breathing heavily.

It happens again, a flashback he assumes. It's similar to before with a hand putting a ring on his finger, but it's Eddie and he's younger, closer to 30 rather than 40. They're smiling at each other and tears are trickling both their faces. He's never seen Eddie look so happy and when the priest tells them to kiss, they do, and Richie can almost feel Eddie's lips on his, but its only an image, Eddie pulls back, then the flashback ends.

That's weird. This weird. He's married to Eddie. Is he dreaming? It has to be a dream and soon he'll wake up.

He pinches himself waiting to be awoken, but he doesn't and he shakes his head, brushing a hand through his hair.

It takes him awhile to gather himself and he almost goes back to the other losers, but instead he decides to walk over to the bathroom and lock himself in a stall. The first thing he does is checks his messages with Eddie, which was the second to the top of messages.

The most recent ones said stuff along the line of ‘where the hell are you?’ and ‘Richie, this isn’t funny, where did you go this morning???’, but as he scrolls up, he sees more texts like ‘when are you getting home tonight?’, ‘Braxton won’t go to bed until you tuck him in’, ‘I need to get to work, will you be home or do I need to call the babysitter?”.

That seems to imply that maybe, just maybe, he was married to Eddie as weird as that sounded.

The texts even got more domestic, some containing ‘I love you’ and mostly ‘when are you coming home?’ But really, what does the cherry on top is a message from Eds reading ‘I need your cock’.

He almost drops his phone again. It’s quite embarrassing and he has to take another moment to contain himself, shaking his head. This could not be fucking real.

Another clip plays in his mind again, he’s looking at the same text, about to do a show, and he smiles, shaking his head, before replying ‘and I need that ass.’ After the clip plays, he looks down at his phone, seeing the exact text sent from him. There is no more texts like that afterwards and their “sexting” doesn’t continue, left there, like maybe it was a joke.

He stares at the stall door for a moment, lost in thought, before his phone buzzed and he looks down at his new text from Eddie.

From: Eds

Where the fuck did you go? I saw you on the phone and now you're gone. Everyone is done eating and wants to meet back at the hotel.

To: Eds

Don't worry. I just had to go to the bathroom.

From: Eds

For like 15 minutes?

To: Eds

I had to poo

From: Eds

Can you just hurry up? Your kid is making my arm numb.

Richie sighed, getting up and looking at himself in the mirror. He looks better then he thought he would. It seems that with him being in the future and probably having a normal sleep schedule, he actually looks good. His hair is shorter, not by much, but it looks more tamed, like he's been putting in the effort. His clothes are notably clean and he has at least showered today, unlike the last timeline. He still feels tired though and he still has a headache. He wonders how he can look this good, the best he's ever looked and still feel like his head is about to pop. He doesn't think more of it though, remembering his friends back at the table, and makes his way out of the bathroom, then towards their table.

Eddie is still sitting, all the other losers are gone, and the kid- Braxton, is laying on his shoulder, sleeping, which explains the text he just got from Eddie.

He walks over and Eddie sighs, standing up, trying carefully to keep the child asleep. Luckily he does and Eddie starts walking towards the door.

When they get outside, Eddie puts the kid in the car seat.

How the hell did I not notice that before? Richie thinks, trying to remember if he did or not, but he assumes that maybe he missed it because of how tired he is.

He does it carefully, Eddie strapping the kid like he’s a newborn. He’s careful and luckily, the kid doesn’t wake up. Eddie gets in the drivers side and Richie in the passenger, driving towards the hotel.

They’re alone now and it’s weirdly silent. Richie has so many questions and he’s not sure what to even ask. Luckily, Eddie can read Richie like a book, so he speaks first.

“Yes, we’re married and yes, that’s your kid. Most importantly it’s our kid, but it has your DNA. We had a surrogate and it was also your idea. You were obsessed with the movie Baby Mama so badly that you wouldn’t shut up about doing it. I even waited four years to make sure you weren’t fucking with me and literally four years on the dot, you booked an appointment.”

He gets another jolt of memory then, watching the movie, going to the office, meeting the surrogate mother, and lastly, watching Braxton be born again. This time the picture is a little more vivid and with all this added information, the first thought that comes to Richie’s mind is oh, that movie!

“Baby Mama, like that movie with Tina Fey that all those middle aged women are obsessed with?” Richie asks and Eddie chuckles.

“Of course that’s the first thing that comes to your mind, jeez. Yes. You’ve watched it over like 100 times. After Braxton was born, you literally cry every time you watch it.”

“I am a middle aged woman,” Richie says next and he starts to space out, but then Eddie is talking again.

“I mean kinda, but not really. If you were, I wouldn’t have married you.”

“You’re gay?” Richie asks and Eddie laughs again.

“Well, duh. I thought that was obvious after I told you I married you.”

“But, you-”

“Yeah, I know, I can’t tell you why I did what I did in the first timeline, but I mean, I didn’t tell anyone I was gay until I was 18, and that was only because I was crushing on you so bad that it was honestly annoying.”

“Wait, you had a crush on me?”

Eddie rolls his eyes and snorts. “Are you kidding me?”

“I don’t know,” Richie exclaimed, raising his hands in the air. “I thought you were straight my whole life. I never even came out in my timeline, so hearing I’m married to a man is a huge shocker to me.”

“You never came out?”

“No,” Richie said, biting his lip. “How long have we, uh, been married?”

“8 years and we’ve been dating for 22.”

“Holy shit,” is the only thing that Richie can get out, because 22 years, 22 years he’s been with Eddie. He’s never even been with anyone longer than 2 and now he was married with a kid.

“Braxton, our kid, he’s 4. We got married in 2008 and you proposed to me, which was really dumb, because I was going to purpose to you first. Literally had it planned for just two weeks later, so fuck you for that. Oh and you also came out on Ellen.”

“I came out on Ellen?” Richie asked and what is the most surprising about that statement is that it's Ellen. He was not famous enough to be on Ellen or cool enough either.

“Yes? We finished our honeymoon like 2 days prior and the first thing you said to her and I kid you not was “hey, Ellen, I’m gay how are you?” then you showed her a picture of me holding our dog.”

Richie sees it, Ellen inviting him onto the show, telling her he’s gay, and his dog. He loved his little Pomeranian. What was the name? What was the name?

“Our dog’s name is Daisy, she’s very cute,” Eddie adds, as Richie parks into the hotel parking lot. He stays still, he doesn’t know what to say or think, because all of this was so good, but also so weird, that Richie didn’t know how to process it.

Eddie can tell though, because he sighs, before he pats Richie’s shoulder. “Come on, let’s go. The other losers are waiting for us. We can talk more about this later. I think you uh, need time to process.

“Process, yeah, that seems good,” Richie says, unmoving and Eddie opens his car door, walking around the door to take a sleeping 4 year old in his arm, and looking in Richie's door.

“Are you coming?” Eddie asks and Richie just shakes his head. “Yeah, of course,” he says, getting out of the car and closing the door shut.

“Do you have any advil?” Richie asks as Eddie shuts the door behind him, handing Richie their kid.

“Yeah, hold on,” Eddie says, reaching into his pocket and taking out a small bottle, opening it, then hands the pill to Richie.

“Thanks,” Richie says, walking into the hotel and swallowing, meeting the other losers at the bar.

It’s weird, the way everything is. Without fear, without uncertainty. All of them had their lives together, no one looked like they were sad or upset. He could tell that everything was the way it should be, smiling couples and no problems of demonic clowns or being alone forever. They had kids, something they couldn’t do before, and they all looked to be in love, which, that in itself was pretty impossible for a group of 7. However, it looks like they did it and it makes Richie smile.

He doesn’t want to go back. He wants this to be real so badly, that he feels like at any moment that it’ll be ripped from right underneath him like some sick joke; because that’s how his life has always felt like, a joke.

His stomach churns then and he feels like maybe he’s about to have a panic attack, which is weird. He should be happy right now, but he can’t. It’s about to be ripped away. He can feel it and before he knows it, he’s excusing himself and getting out of the hotel.

He sits in his car, trying to steady his breathing, thinking about everything, yet nothing at all and he's in there for a long time, that he forgets that it’s possible that people were waiting for him inside.

Beverly is the one who ends up coming to check on him. She walks to the side of the car and knocks on the window, waiting for Richie to put it down, which he does.

“Hey,” she says. “Are you okay? You seemed kind of sick when you were in there.” She's worried, Richie can tell and he doesn't want her to, that's why he excused himself in the first place. He didn't want anyone to see him like this.

“I’m fine,” he says. “I just-. I don’t know. I think that maybe I’m missing something, that my future is about to crumble beneath me," Richie confesses and he's not sure why he says it, but Richie has always had trouble keeping quiet. Probably the reason why being bisexual scared him so much, he was always afraid of letting himself slip. He talks without thinking, it's a natural talent, and also a natural pain in the ass sometimes too, but it's who he is and he has to bite his lip from swearing at himself.

“It’s not. I can promise you Richie, it isn’t, You’re just confused. Just come inside and let Eddie explain, alright? I know it’s some getting used to, but you’re still the same, right? We’ll wait for you to remember, you do remember, right?”

“Not really,” Richie says, staring at his windshield as he talks. “I mean, I’ve been having these mini flashbacks every time someone says or does something that triggers it, but that’s it.”

Beverly frowns and she’s unsure of what to say, but she gives Richie the most she can.

“I can’t say that everything is going to be perfect and you’ll remember everything, but give it time okay? The more time you give it, the better, I promise.”

“Yeah, okay,” Richie says, but he still feels unsure. Still has the crushing feeling that something was about to happen and everything would go back to the way it was. He’s not even sure why. His chest tightens and he has the sudden urge to cry again. He thinks about Eddie’s death again. It’s vivid in his mind and he wants to scream, wants to check on Stanley to make sure he’s okay, that he hasn’t harmed himself. It all gets way too much and all he knows is that he needs to do something about it, but he's not sure what.

The first thing that comes to mind is to drive, to get away, and before he knows it, he tells Beverly he’s sorry, then drives away.

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