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THE OLD GUARD - CHAPTER 4

"We don’t get a say on how it ends, we never have. But we can control how we live."

Summary : You are a powerful witch, cursed and hurt through ages. Owner of your esoteric shop, you were resigned to live this lonely life when the powerful magic of soulmates and fate came to you.

Pairing : poly BTS x reader (she/her)

Genre : soulmate au, demons bts au, witch y/n au, fluff, angst, eventual smut, polyamory relationships

Status : In process

Word Count : 5k

Warnings : eventual smut, angst, mention of depression, death, suicide, past trauma, violence, blood, past (sexual) abuse, past torture, PTSD, scars, self harm, and more.

Tag list : @blackrockshooter780 @babyymeme @starrlo0ver @suckerforv @mushroom-main @m1sss1mp @prettydancingdamzel @i-have-no-life-charlie @avadakadabra93 @veronawrites @kawaiikpoplover268 @didi-9310 @ghostlyworld @carolinexkpop @gooooomz @00ihatesnaku

A/N : After months of struggling with life, health, mental health issues... I can FINALLY POST AGAIN !! This chapter was really hard to write (I cried a little at the end ngl :D), I have constant writer block, constant impostor syndrome... I have the perfectionnism trait but in a toxic way really TT.TT Don't hesitate to like and reblog !! Also don't be afraid to leave a little comment or if you have any questions, here or in anon in my inbox !! they are really really welcomed, I love reading all your impressions and thoughts !!

Also thank you so much !! I was inactive for a very long time and I still got daily alerts with people who liked/kudos the chapters and the story :(( I can't express (yeah i'm an author and i can't express through words LOL) how much i'm grateful :(( ♥♥

ps : ah and sorry if there is any mistakes or anything it's almost 2:30am when I post this and I had an really emotionnal day fgkfdhlfk LOVE YALL MUAH ♥

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Chapter 3 // Chapter 5

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She was wondering whether it would be better to ask Handong to stay with her. She had assured her that she would handle the situation and that Handong could go home. She knew that Gahyeon would need her at their coffee shop.

However, now that she was in the living room of the seven boys, her soulmates’, after bringing one of them in an utterly unconscious state for a reason as unknown to them as it was to her, she was starting to regret this decision.

She couldn't understand what had happened with Jin the moment their eyes met. She couldn't say anything, the words were stuck in her throat as they stared at each other without a word. He parted his lips as if he wanted to say something, but just like her, nothing came out.

He'd known she was his soul mate, of course he could feel it. Just like her. But had he recognized her? Did he know that the two of them were the firsts of their soulmate bond to meet, long before any of the other six were born? She couldn't be sure and didn't have time to find out.

She had seen his features contort in pain, and without a word, he had collapsed. Luckily, Handong, who had seen them, was able to catch him in time, preventing him from falling to the ground and potentially injuring himself.

Thanks to a spell that increased her strength tenfold, she could carry him without Handong’s help and any difficulty to the place where he lived with his mates. But she couldn't stop herself from hurrying, worried sick about him.

And that's where she is now. Jungkook helped her carry Jin to the living room, laying him on the sofa. While Yoongi woke up Taehyung and Namjoon. Jimin and Hoseok hurried to get a damp cloth on Jin's forehead.

Namjoon and Taehyung stormed into the room, not hiding their surprise at seeing her there in total panic.

However, they didn't ask any questions. Yoongi probably had to explain to them what happened and what was going on.

She was standing in front of the sofa where Jin was lying, staring at the unconscious demon, his features distorted by pain. The sight of him was enough to make her stomach twist with soreness.

"Hey, Noona..." Jimin's soft voice startled her. He was standing next to her, a comforting smile on his lips, "Everything’s going to be fine, don't worry..."

She didn't even know what to say. She didn't dare to look him in the eye, or any of the other boys. The guilt she'd been carrying around with her all these centuries was only getting stronger.

She could hear voices behind her, probably the boys talking amongst themselves, or maybe they were trying to talk to her. She didn't know. Nothing around her was clear and precise. Her vision was blurring, her heart rate had been racing for a while and she was getting worse.

She gasped when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned round abruptly, facing Namjoon. The other boys were behind him, except for Yoongi who was next to Jin.

"Hey," he greeted her with a gentle smile, "don't worry, everything's going to be fine,” he repeated Jimin’s words, “You're having a panic attack, I'm gonna help you, okay? Look at me."

His voice was soft and reassuring, it had a calming effect on her. His presence and warmth invaded her whole being, despite the anxiety attack she was having.

She raised her eyes to meet him. Slowly, he tells her to take long, deep breaths. The first time, she breathed in and breathed out. Then a second time. And a third.

Finally, her breathing returned to normal and her heart rate calmed. Seeing this, Namjoon gave her another smile, his fingers caressing her shoulder to calm her down.

She had the strange impression that Namjoon probably possessed some kind of power capable of influencing the emotions, feelings, or even bodily reactions of the people he touched. Or maybe it was just the soulmate effect.

"Feeling better?"

"Yes... Thank you..." She replied with a small smile, seeing Hoseok approach her with a glass of water. "Thanks… and sorry, I wish we'd met under different circumstances..."

"Don't worry sweetheart, I'm enchanted to meet you."

Hoseok gave her a big, bright smile, which he succeeded in communicating to her.

"I guess you guys have questions... and why did I show up with Jin in this state..."

She turned her attention to Jin. A wave of emotion suddenly washed over her as she realized that yes, he was there, in the same room as her. Her soul mate, the first to cross her way, the one she'd lost so suddenly and brutally centuries ago. A mixture of joy, sadness, guilt, and apprehension.

"Do you know what's going on with him? And why is he in this condition?" Hoseok asked curiously, taking back the glass she'd just drunk in one long sip.

She bit her lower lip nervously. She had to tell them. Jin was their soulmate, just like he was hers.

But where to start?

"Come on, settle down here."

Yoongi straightened up to install her on the sofa, right next to Jin still unconscious. He'd then sat down next to her, while the others had taken seats in front of her, Namjoon and Hoseok on the low table, the maknae on the floor, clinging to each other.

The sight made her smile gently. But quickly the smile disappeared, replaced by apprehension. The words just wouldn't come out of her mouth. She knew that the moment had come, that once she'd told them everything, they'd hate her, reject her, and she’d lose the people she'd waited for all her life.

"Noona... I can smell your fear all the way up here..." murmured Jimin, her eyes landing on him with surprise, "I'm an empath, by the way..." he explained with a shrug.

"You don't have to be an empath to sense the fear radiating from her." chuckled Taehyung, teasing his companion who gave him a nudge on the shoulder, "Oops, sorry sweetie."

"I know that from the moment you will know the whole story, you'll never want to hear from me again and I... argh that's the last thing I want," she admitted with a sad smile. The events of the last few days had paralyzed and overwhelmed her in some ways when it came to making the right decisions, and she was extremely upset with herself about this.

"But I think I need to stop being scared, and selfish like I have been."

"We could never hate you," Hoseok said firmly, the others all giving signs of approval, "no matter what you've done."

"Tell us all the horrible things you ever did, and let us love you anyway."

She recognized Namjoon's words. And she wasn’t surprised that he could quote Edgard Allan Poe, considering the circumstances of their first meeting.

She couldn't deny that his words made her feel a tinge of comfort, because he was sincere, and every one of the other boys thought so.

But they didn't know the whole story yet, so the chances of them thinking differently once they knew the whole truth were pretty high.

"Where to start..." she took a long breath, "Jin... I met him before I even knew I was immortal. That was... uh... it seems like an eternity now, at the beginning of the 15th century."

She expected the exclamations of surprise that followed.

"Wait... you mean you and Jin hyung..." Jungkook fell silent to think.

"Why didn't he ever tell us about you then? And why have we never met you before ?” asked Yoongi skeptically, "You're our soulmate, his soulmate, how could he..."

"It's more complicated than it sounds..." she sighed, scratching the back of her head nervously. "I always knew I was a witch, my mother was a witch herself. I lived in a village in France during the period when the witch hunts began. It was also during this period that the Malleus Maleficarum was written."

"I know this book," Hoseok sighed loudly as he shook his head, visibly annoyed, "this pile of garbage written in the late 15th century, which supposedly explains what a witch is, how to recognize one, interrogate them, and kill them."

"A load of bullshit yeah," Namjoon added with a chuckle, "I rarely waste my time reading books, but this one..."

"Tell me more !" Jimin exclaimed, "I read it too, well, not all of it, it's so... misogynistic and sexist!"

"I... was one of the witches who had to go through all the torture and experimentation to write this... book or whatever it is. And most of the women who suffered all that crap were just ordinary mortals," she admitted with a little restraint.

Horrified exclamations were heard from the maknaes and Hoseok. Yoongi and Namjoon closed their eyes for a few seconds, repressing the anger rising within them.

Talking about these events did not leave her indifferent; these memories were among the worst she had ever known, and she still sometimes had nightmares about them.

She remained silent for a few moments, before finally speaking up.

"That's not the point. Jin is the point. When I met him, he was a merchant passing through the village." A small smile appeared mechanically as she recalled this memory, "It was love at first sight. Of course, it was. He knew I was his soul mate, but I... I didn't even know what a soulmate was. He taught me. He taught me so many things..."

She turned her head towards Jin, still unconscious beside her. Oh, how she'd missed him. He hadn't changed a bit.

"I immediately sensed that he wasn't human, just as he'd guessed that I was a witch. So much better in a way, it made things easier."

Delicately, she let her fingers stroke his forehead, brushing aside a few strands of hair, a tender smile on her face.

"He stayed in the village after that. I had taken over the bakery from my parents who had passed away from an illness a few months before I met him. We weren't the richest, but we were happy.”

The other boys couldn't contain the grins on their faces. Of course, this story was beautiful and worthy of a fairy tale. But they all knew that fairy tales were only fantasy stories. The reality was not nearly as lovely.

"We lived... two years like that before everything went to hell."

She felt her hands tremble as she recalled what she was about to say.

Jimin sensed her nervousness, fear, and sadness. He left Taehyung and Jungkook's embrace to kneel before her, gently taking her hands in his for comfort.

Her gaze met his, and he offered her a gentle, reassuring smile. But she couldn't relax.

"The witch-hunt had begun and was becoming increasingly virulent and violent. The villagers had always thought it was strange that I hadn't suffered the same illness as my parents. I knew the rumors about Jin and I. But until now, we'd managed to keep a discreet, almost unnoticed presence. Until she came along."

Jimin squeezed her hands a little tighter as he felt her anger rising.

"That demoness... came to our village, supposedly a cloth merchant. She fell for Jin. Was it love, or just a physical attraction? I don’t know. She succumbed to his devastating charm, like so many others before her." She chuckled, imitated by Yoongi.

"As you would expect, Jin did nothing but ignore her and rebuff her advances. She didn't appreciate it at all… I learned later that this half-succubus demoness was renowned for finding prey and not letting go until she got what she wanted."

"A real nasty leech..." muttered Jungkook.

She noticed, however, that Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok expressions had changed. They had exchanged glances, seeming to pass a message to each other that she didn't understand. She decided to ignore it for the moment.

"Things got worse after she arrived, after Jin's rejection." She took a long breath. "She's the one who delivered me to the villagers, who exposed me. When we realized her plan, that she was planning to take Jin with her by force, by any means necessary, we wanted to run away. We'd go to Asia, or America, or wherever, to another continent, away from her, away from all of this. But that demoness had planned everything… We were young, unaware, and inexperienced, unlike her. I was barely 25, and he was 23... we just wanted to..."

She paused to calm herself, her heartbeat quickening again. Fortunately, Jimin was able to calm her, just by being here, his soft hands on hers, and she was grateful for that. She thanked him with a small smile, which he returned by stroking the back of her hand with his thumb. How could a demon be so angelic?

"She specialized in memory magic..."

"Oh, I'm getting the hang of it..." muttered Namjoon, clenching his jaw.

"That bitch…" added Yoongi, making her huff.

"The villagers arrived in the middle of the night. We didn't see it coming. The demoness took advantage of this moment to attack Jin and cast a spell to erase me from his memory. The last time I saw Jin was before they put a bag over my head when he was unconscious in her arms."

She lowered her head, and it was only when she felt Jimin's soft hand on her cheek that she noticed a tear had rolled down.

She knew what the demoness had done, she knew that she'd erased Jin's memory, simply because she'd come to see her a few days later in the cell where she was being held captive. She explained everything, adding that she had offered to give her over to the Catholic order of Dominicans who wrote the Malleus Maleficarum. Which happened, the day after she came.

"When I finally escaped... After several months," she continued anyway, her voice trembling, "I looked for him, I... crossed France from top to bottom, and Europe... I looked for him everywhere, for many years... I never found him... until now..."

Jimin's hands gripped hers a little tighter. She looked up at him, then at Yoongi, who had moved a little closer to her. Their shoulders were touching, his way of showing her some comfort.

"So that's what happened..." muttered Namjoon, who had straightened up, his eyebrows furrowed, looking thoughtful.

"I hate humans..." blurted Jungkook as he hugged Taehyung tightly, his companion nodding in agreement.

"And so, you thought we'd hate you, or I don't know what other nonsense might go through your little head when we know the truth?" Yoongi asked, holding back a laugh. “I don’t see why. I mean. It’s genuine, really.”

She arched her eyebrows in confusion. She thought that it seemed logical. She hadn't been able to protect Jin, she’d left him in the clutches of this demoness who'd probably done a thousand and one things to him that she didn't even want to think about. She hated herself for it.

"Hyung." Hoseok sighed, shaking his head, "stop."

"I failed to protect him, he's my soulmate and... I abandoned him and..."

"You didn't do any of that, Y/N."

Namjoon approached her. He took Jimin’s place and knelt down facing her, placing his hands on hers.

"You're both the victims. You've met someone stronger, older, more experienced than you and she took advantage of it. You did everything you could. You did your best. You could never be blamed for that. We could never blame you for that. ."

"And Jin hyung won't blame you either, I'm sure," Hoseok added with a small smile. "When he will regain his memory, when we will give him back what that demoness stole from him, he'll be the happiest man in the world to have you back with him, with us. Believe me."

She pressed her lips together, not wanting to cry, not yet.

Yoongi wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer.

"It's over now," he whispered against her hair, "you're not alone anymore, you won't be. We've found you, you've found us."

She couldn't hold back the few tears that had started to fall. How could she not break down, after all those centuries spent alone, thinking that her soulmates didn't want her, living with the guilt of having abandoned the only soulmate she’d ever known.

They said the same things as her friends when she told them everything a few days ago.

None of them thought for a second that what happened to Jin and her was her fault.

That feeling of being understood, of not being judged, of being accepted despite her past mistakes and scars.

That feeling of being in the presence of her soul-mates.

She hadn't felt so at peace in what seemed like an eternity. Ever since Jin and her were separated.

°°°

"Noona... I have a few questions..."

"Here we go... the kid and his questions. Wait, I'll get you an aspirin and a big glass of water."

Jungkook glared at Yoongi, who had gotten up to go into the kitchen, a sneer on his lips.

Jin still hadn't woken up, but after a simple soothing spell and an herbal ointment she’d carefully placed on his temples, he was calmer, his body more relaxed.

She hadn't wanted to stay, not wanting to risk another attack if Jin woke up again. She learned through Yoongi about the migraine attacks he'd had since the day she met Namjoon.

But the boys convinced her to stay. Namjoon and Hoseok had disappeared into their library, explaining that they were going to rummage through their books after a potential counter-spell. She wanted to go with them, but they insisted she stay with Jin and rest.

It didn't take long to realize that Jin's seizures had a direct link with her.

As her soul mate, and despite his forced amnesia, his subconscious knew who she was. But it wasn't strong enough to bring back the memories the demoness had made disappear. Well, they hadn't disappeared, technically; she'd just hidden them very well somewhere in his psyche.

her scent on the clothes of Namjoon, Yoongi, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook had been the trigger for his subconscious to awaken, for his memories to struggle, to resurface and make Jin realize that yes, he did know her, as his intuition suggested. Yes, the person on the hill was her, yes every memory he thought belonged to someone else was his, and that the blurry person sharing them with him was none other than her.

The migraines, the loss of consciousness... were only signs that his body, mind, and soul were fighting to bring his memories back to where they belonged, to finally give him back what that demoness had stolen from him.

Or at least, that's what she’d come to conclude on hearing Yoongi's explanations.

"Ask me anything Jungkook, don't worry," she replied with a small smile, still sitting next to Jin.

Yoongi had returned with some drinks (no aspirin, to Junkook's great relief) which he gave to the three maknae, still sitting opposite her, and to her, then sat down on the coffee table.

"I was wondering, how did you find out that you were... immortal? I mean, what does that actually mean?"

She'd been expecting this question. Even for demons, immortality was still a rather vague concept. Nobody is immortal. Demons and vampires aged slowly, very much more slowly than human beings. But they weren't really immortal.

"I died for the first time after the Malleus Maleficarum experiments, they sentenced me to be hanged to death, like all the witches at that time."

She heard the exclamations of surprise from the maknaes. Yoongi remained silent, listening to her attentively.

"I actually died that day. Except... except a few seconds after I took my last breath, my heart started beating again, and I came back to life."

None of them could believe their ears. Yoongi couldn't hide his surprise either, and she knew that a thousand questions were forming in their heads.

"The second time was a few days later. At a bonfire." she continued, bowing her head, "The thing is… I feel all the pain, all the way to death. But for some reason, I live again and again. No matter how people try to kill me, no matter how I die, my wounds heal themselves, my organs reform."

"Is it due to a spell?" finally asked Yoongi with his eyebrows furrowed, "or maybe some kind of witch, a hybrid with a phoenix..."

"I think you're going a bit far, hyung..." Taehyung chuckled slightly.

"Hey, every proposition can be plausible, gamin."

She couldn't hold back a smile. It was obvious that they'd known each other for several decades now, that they'd been through a lot together. In a way, she was relieved that at least they hadn't had to go through all that alone.

"I've never known the reason, or why I became like that," she finally continued, scratching the back of her neck, "I just am. Several times I thought I wouldn't get up this time from certain injuries, especially during the wars, but I always got up again. And just like that, more than 600 years have gone by."

"Maybe it's just that fate didn't want you to die before you met your soul mates, who knows." Yoongi chuckled, shrugging.

"If you think the universe and destiny are that kind of romantic..." Jungkook rolled his eyes.

"I'm tempted to believe that theory, it's much sweeter and more romantic than a curse put on you..." added Jimin with a little pout.

"Sometimes things just happen, and they're impossible to explain. Even for creatures like us." she let go with a sigh and an embarrassed smile, "In any case, I've stopped looking and obsessing over it, I've just accepted it."

"Still, it must be painful to die, over and over again..." Jimin cocked his head to the side, feeling a wave of sadness as he thought of all she'd had to go through in her long life. As an empath, his reaction hardly surprised her.

If they knew. She didn't want to dwell on how some humans and even other creatures had taken advantage of her immortality to put her through the many horrors she’d experienced. This wasn't the time to talk about all those things.

“Our pretty soulmate is strong and courageous.” Yoongi finally broke the silence after a few seconds, “She’ll talk about it when she feels ready.”

She bites her lips. She wanted to tell him to not call her pretty, but she felt that it was destined to fail. Yoongi seemed to be stubborn, maybe a little too much.

“Do you guys think Joonie and Hobi will find something ?” Asked Jungkook, looking at Jin with worry.

“For sure they will!” exclaimed Jimin, “Namjoon has books that are centuries old and unique, Hobi and him are the most intelligent demons ever! They’ll find something, surely!”

Jimin was passionate, his trust in his partners was blind and absolute. It was probably the same for all of them, she was sure about it, but Jimin was the one who showed it the most.

“In the worst case…”

“Taehyung don’t start…” mumbled Jungkook, as the others sighed.

“Let me finish! In the worst case, if we don’t find anything for Jin hyung, the solution is simple, very simple. We’ll create new memories, so many new happy memories all together!”

“If something was robbed from you without your consent, I think you'd like to have it back. Don't you think so?" Yoongi asked, his voice softened as he ruffled Taehyung’s hair who nodded with a sad pout.

He was just as worried as the others. There were so many unanswered questions, so many theories without explanations, so many problems without solutions yet.

“Namjoon and Hoseok always find a way to resolve problems, you should be used to it now.”

That voice startled all of them. All five heads turned to the sofa beside Yoongi and her. To everyone's surprise, Jin was staring at them, or rather, at her.

“Jin you’re awake !”

While the younger hurried towards their eldest, their faces racked with worry and relief, she reflexively stepped back.

She couldn't get very far, as her back bumped into a chest. She turned to face Yoongi, who placed his hands gently on her shoulders. He could read the stress and apprehension on her face. He couldn't imagine what she must be feeling right now, coming face to face with the one she'd lost centuries ago.

"Where are you going like this?" he asked at first in a slightly teasing tone, before he leaned towards her and whispered, his voice softening, "Relax, everything's fine."

She opened her mouth to reply, but no sound came out. She'd spent her whole life looking for Jin and his other soulmates. Now they were all here. They were all in the same house. Everything still seemed so unreal that she didn’t know how to react or what to do.

“Y/N ?”

She froze when she heard her name coming from Jin's lips. The others in the room gave him a surprised, confused look.

"Hyung, do you..."

"Remember her? Us? Unfortunately not, I don’t. But I heard you guys talking earlier, I wasn't totally unconscious. Thanks for the herbs, by the way, they really appeased my headache."

Her eyes widened at his words. Had he heard everything? Did he know the whole story, just like his other soulmates? In a way, she didn't know if she could handle a new explanation, which was a bit of a relief. On the other, she was concerned about his reaction, since he was the one who was affected.

Jin straightened up to sit on the sofa, helped by Jimin. Yoongi was still standing behind her and gave her a gentle nudge, so that she didn't push herself aside.

Jin's eyes landed on her. For a moment, he said nothing, just looked at her. She could feel the stress twisting her stomach, her legs going limp as cotton. She felt weaker than she had ever felt before.

"Can you come a little closer, please?"

Jin's voice was soft; she perceived no anger, no resentment on his side. He had kept his comforting aura, the same one she'd known so long ago, the same one that had reassured her countless times.

She soon faced him and lowered herself slightly to be at the same height as him.

How was someone supposed to react to finding their soulmate and youthful amnesiac love, lost in tragic circumstances centuries ago?

She was torn between tears of joy and relief, but the guilt that consumed her seemed to be the most dominant feeling at the moment.

"Jin I..."

She pursed her lips. Her voice trembled. For sure her body would betray her right now.

Jin offered him a tender smile and shook his head.

"Shht, it's all right." he murmured his words as he gently grasped her hand, "come here."

Without waiting for a response from her, he pulled her against him and wrapped his arms around her.

At first, her eyes widened in surprise. Quickly, she couldn't hold back any longer. Her arms followed and she hugged his waist as if her life depended on it.

"I know what you're thinking," he began, his hand running gently through her hair, "I'm not angry or anything, how could I be? It was never your fault, nor mine." He paused before letting out a small sigh, she could hear all the pain, the sadness in his voice, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry you've had to carry this burden all alone all this time…"

Her whole body was shaking. His voice was shaking, as if he were holding back his own tears. She was fighting inside. She was fighting herself not to break down. But her traitorous body still betrayed her, and she couldn't even control her tears, which had started to flow uncontrollably.

But his words. His words resonated not only in her heart but in her entire soul. She didn't know how much she needed to hear those words from him until now.

"We'll find a way, and everything will go back to normal, it will be even better, I promise."

After all these years, these centuries of living with the weight of guilt, the weight of regret, the feeling that she'd never be able to meet her soul mates... she felt all this weight recede, making way for a quietude and lightness like she'd never known before.

An eternity of torment, torture, and pain was finally over.

It was as if she'd been deprived of oxygen all her life, until now, as if her breathing had been cut off, and now she was finally getting it back.

And even though she was currently crying her heart out in Jin's arms, she could also feel Taehyung's warm, reassuring hand on her back, Jimin's, Jungkook's, and Yoongi's presence in the room, Namjoon's and Hoseok's, even if they weren't in the same room with them.

Her cries were no longer cries of sadness. There was only relief, and it was becoming more of an evacuation from all that time of pain and isolation.

All those smells, all that warmth that invaded her body at that moment, brought her calm and relief she'd never be able to explain, not even in a day, a year, ten years, or even a hundred years.

The reunion with Jin that day, feeling him against her again, as well as having the presence of her soul mates around them, those who were destined for her. After all this time where her heart and soul had been crying out for help, she had finally been heard.

The darkness was finally disappearing, as the clouds and obscurity finally allowed the sun a chance to shine.

And despite her tears, she couldn't help smiling, because at last, she knew that happiness really was within her grasp.

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Fuck it - Matt Sturniolo - Part 7

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Summary: Fem!oc x Matt Sturniolo

Growing up with parents who make her feel isolated, what happens when she meets Matt. A person who introduces her to new people, new experiences and new feelings.

Authors notes:

This chapter was so hard to write and for why :,)

Warnings: swearing, isn't proofread, so sorry for any mistakes

Word count: 2489

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

“Is this something we are meant to do?”

“Fuck it.”

7:30am

Alyia pov:

I groaned, burying myself under the warm covers, hiding myself from the rays of lights that had started to creep through my curtains. My arms rested above my head, finger-combing my hair gently trying to find a small way to pass the time. Another morning of pure silence wasn’t one I was willing to opt for. I sigh and reach my arm over to grab my headphones, and take them out of the case. My phone lay next to them and I connect my headphones to my phone as I scroll through Spotify. One of my old playlists grabs my attention and I put it on to shuffle.

Softcore – The Neighbourhood

I make sure that the volume is high enough that I can’t hear anything else around me clearly. The music distracts me from any other silence in my house, but this time it isn’t necessary. I walk down stairs drowsily while rubbing my eyes somewhat. Once I get to the bottom of the stairs, I notice my parents both sat down on the sofa, my father preparing some eggs in a bowl and my mother applying some makeup. I look around and notice bags of suitcases around the sofa and I know they must have only arrived this morning.

“Ally! There you are. I was beginning to think you had forgotten about school.” I can barely make out my father’s words, still having my headphones in my ear. I take them out, however, so that I could talk to him.

“Father…When did you two get home...?” I walk towards him, giving him a side hug while he pours the eggs into a pan.

“Only about an hour ago, but due to time zones, we slept on the plane.” He tries to focus on his words but he quiets himself to focus on the food. I simply change my attention over to my mother.

“Did you have a good trip, mother.” I speak more bluntly towards her, adapting a cold attitude which she instantly matches.

“Not now Alyia. I’m busy” Yet her version of busy obviously only meant her eyeliner and I roll my eyes.

“Scarlett, we have been gone a week, at least greet our daughter.” My face scrunches up whilst a sour expression grows on my mother’s face.

“Hello, Alyia. The trip was fine and the contract went well” She places her make up on the counter, still limiting her eyesight to the products sprawled over the table.

“Contract?”

“Yes, the contract, I told you I ha-“

“No, mother. I wasn’t aware…” I mumble quietly but it’s enough her to drop her brush harshly and she finally turns to face me.

“What have I said about interrupting me, Alyia.” Her tone is angered and makes me break eye-contact with her.

I only go silent and face the ground under my feet. I blinked repeatedly, trying to get rid of the tears that pricked at my eyes.

This was pathetic that such a small sentence could affect me so much.

“So now you have nothing to say to me? Just go and get ready for school alright.” I normally would try and argue back but I simply wasn’t in the mood to fight today.

I had tried to distract myself with designing an outfit for school but considering half of it was mother’s brand, that grew hard quick. A simple white shirt is covered by a bold red tie that hung loosely around my neck, barely remaining under my collar. Then, it’s tucked into a tartan plaid skirt with a black belt tightening it to my waist. The sharp red complimented my brunette hair which I had put into a ponytail with my curtain bangs subsided, behind my ears. I grab an old pair of doc martins and slip my feet into them, no longer caring about the leather creasing whenever I step on the heel.

I just grab my headphones and place them back in my ears. I change over my school books and throw some main products like my keys in the front pocket and run back downstairs, slamming the door as I leave the house.

The day had barely started and I was in a sour mood. My parents were gone for a week and the most I get from my mother is a petty argument. At least my father had the decency to look at me when he spoke. Music wasn’t helping my mood as much since Mitski has started to play through.

The bus was late again but that wasn’t a surprise, they were always unreliable. I could easily get my license; I practically already have a car…or two. But the bus makes me feel more natural. My parents run fashion designs, but I don’t want to flaunt any money around like everything is expendable. I picked out what I wanted within reason and anything else of mine went into savings and my friends, mostly Jenny.

Thankfully the hallways were reasonably empty, I wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone. I simply make my way to the music room as quick as I could. All I wanted to do was play music and focus on anything other than mother’s words, but getting to my locker was first.

For once I was grateful for my parent’s money as it allowed me to keep my guitar in my locker with the added space inside, even if I had to constantly rearrange it around my books and other equipment. It takes me a moment but I manage to shift around all my belongings so I can remove my guitar. Once I do I lean it against the locker door next to me to free my hand and pick up a few makeup products from the floor. However, when I bend down to pick it up the guitar’s weight starts to shift and slams on the tiles below, echoing a light strum from the force. I grimace and close my eyes as an exasperated sigh leaves my lips. The case slides across the floor when I pull it closer and I slam my locker door shut.

It slings over my shoulder and I’m finally on track to the music room.

I take my seat down on the leather sofa and lean back with my head against the wall and finally exhale deeply. My hands quickly find the cable for my guitar and fidget with it between my fingers trying to untie it.

The door opens beside me and I don’t even bother to check who it is and I just plug my cable into my guitar.

“Good morning, Alyia” Matt’s voice is immediately bright and fills the room around me.

“Mhm…” I simply hum in response, still not looking up to him. I wasn’t in the mood to appease him after the rough morning I have been having.

“Alyia?” His body tilts down to face me more directly.

“Yeah?” I finally look up to face him and try to avoid looking pissed off so that I can change the subject.

“You alright?” I only nod at him, knowing my attitude would stem through my words.

He doesn’t push anything any further and sits on the stool behind the drums and takes his drumsticks out of his back pocket. His hand grips the bottom of the stool and drags it across the flooring, immediately proceeding to tap the skin on the drums lightly.

“You wanna play Dark Red again or…Rise?” Matt’s voice drags on as he simultaneously tries to decide on a song.

I take a deep sigh and just strum on my guitar, tuning one of the strings as soon as it doesn’t match within my chord. I lack any response to Matt, spending my time on tuning instead. The silence is awkward but at this point, I wasn’t bothered. Those seconds drag on internally and I try to relax myself in to the melody of my guitar. Rise is decided quickly in my head as I begin to pick at the strings to produce a chord.

Matt quickly catches on to the song but is still caught of guard by the time he is meant to start drumming and he speeds up in order to catch up.

“O-okay Rise it is…”

As the song progresses, I gradually speed up my pace to the song, subconsciously playing faster counts of eight in my head. Initially, Matt doesn’t notice the increase in pace. But, the more he plays, he starts to miss one or two beats and looks up towards me occasionally, trying to read my expressions.

I don’t even get to the end of the song before I give up with it, holding my guitar tight in my left arm but letting my right one drop to the side of my leg.

“Okay, what is up with you today.” Matt’s voice is sterner towards me and I do my best not to link it to my mother’s.

“Nothing, Matt. I’m fine.”

“Oh? Are we doing this again. Firstly, you have been cold towards me, barely speaking any full sentences. Then, you speed up the song and don’t even finish it before you stop in frustration. And finally you seem so much more shut off, just like when you stayed over my house.” He pauses and walks towards me, leaning down to face me.

“So, Alyia. I’ll ask again. What is up with you?.”

As much as I didn’t want to tell Matt, when he brought up the night in his kitchen, all I could think about was what he said to me.

“I want to know you.”

I practically freeze in my spot and he rubs his neck softly and drags his palm up and down his arm lightly.

“You do?”

“You doubted that?”

“Don’t act like you didn’t know that, I stay to practise with you when I can, I make extra meetings for the English project simply because they typically end with us hanging out over a movie or something.” He starts to walk closer. “I want to be your friend Alyia. Besides you are one of the only friends I have that Nick hasn’t shit talked right away and that Chris feels comfortable being himself around.”

“I am?”

“You are. And frankly you are fucking awesome at guitar, don’t think those mornings are gonna stop any time soon.”

“I want to be your friend Alyia.” He gives me a genuine smile but I give him a tight-lipped weak one back.

“If you don’t want to talk, I get it, but you don’t have to restrict yourself, okay?” I can only nod in response but he only repeats himself. “Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Fine…” I lay my guitar at my feet and look down from Matt.

“Are you going to tell me, for real?” He takes a seat down next to me and looks at my face, reading my body language.

“I might as well, I have known you several months and you haven’t given me any reason to not trust you. It might also be better to have a new perspective than just Jenny.” I lean back into my chair as an attempt to calm my body down.

“Well, thank you...That does mean a lot.” He speaks through a breathy laugh and faces away from me and towards the drum kit he just left.

“Okay, uh shit how do I start…” I take a deep breath and internally analyse my situation, figuring out the best ‘script’ in my had that allows me to express the most.

“You know how whenever we go around to my house and do anything, my parents are never home and things are so bare apart from my own material?” I scan Matt’s face but he is hard to read in comparison to me so he nods in acknowledgement. “Well…they are never home because they are at meeting or business trips that take them across the world. My mother is a fashion designer and my father arranges all of the meetings and background things.”

“I guess that makes sense. Do they call you with updates or anything” I can only shake my head in response.

“Not really, my dad tries to but with so many calls from management to models and stuff, it only ends in voicemails. You would think when they get back they would think to update you on, y’know…their life. But no. My father wants to sit down with me and talk about the trips and the small details that you would never normally care about, yet my mother interrupts or gives him things to do.” My sentences start to ramble and I breath in quickly once I finish.

“It was just so different this morning, normally I can handle the shit my mother gives me but it felt like she hated me this morning. She fucking shut me down and told me to stop interrupting her as if that wasn’t all she ever did herself. She hadn’t seen me in a week and yet her eyeliner was far too important to trade…It feels so pathetic that she feels so low of me.”

Matt falls silent next to me and continues to face away from me.

“Alyia…I’m so sorry” His arm snakes around and lingers on my shoulder but once I flinch slightly, he jolts his hand back and places it back on his lap.

“It isn’t your fault Matt; in fact you have helped me.”

“I have? How?”

“By actually being there, after you leave my house, it actually feels like the place was lived in and not a decoration to flaunt.” I start to admit things to Matt that I wasn’t planning on telling him for months but it simply felt like I wasn’t restricted. He was right, I didn’t have to be.

“Alyia…I’m only being your friend”

“I don’t exactly have many of those, I fucking lack in social skills.” I try and lighten the mood but I’m only met with a tight-lipped smile back.

“You can always stay at my place whenever you need company?” He shrugs next to me and I can easily pick up on the sincerity in his voice. I look up at him, not even realising the smile that automatically grows on my face.

“And I don’t want to hear that ‘I don’t want to bother you’ shit because that’s the last thing you do.” His words halt as he processes his words.

“Thanks Matt. Really, other than Jenny I don’t exactly have anyone.”

His palm finds its way to my knee and rubs my leg slightly, his head nodding at me softly and we stay in silence for a moment.

“We should probably start to play music again...” I perk up and he snaps out from zoning out and immediately removes his hand and stands up.

“Right! Right. Yeah, you want to try Rise again.?”

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Song Mingi : What I Deserve (Part 1/3)

Pairing : Song Mingi (Ateez) and named character (Oh Mina)

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A/n : This story ends on a meh note as well (as I had intended it to), but I’m not sure another part would be something people would read. But if some of you do end up wanting it (please tell me if you do), I shall surely make another part for it. We will see how this goes, though.

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Mina : min-ah, where are you going?

Mina's sleepy mumble made mingi turn around, her hand holding onto the cuff of his suit. It was only 7am, she wasn't supposed to be awake right now.

Mingi : work, mina.

Mina : this…this early?

Mingi : I've always gone this early.

Since the past few months, mina knew. But every time she woke up, she wished her husband wasn't so distant with her, she wished he would stop being this unknown person he turned into 2 years after their marriage.

Mina : don't you want breakfast?

Mingi : no, I'm leaving.

Mina couldn't say anything further as mingi left, leaving mina alone in their room. She sighed, falling back onto her bed as she laid her hand against her eyes. She was slowly starting to get tired, there was only so much she could handle. And this had gone on for a while, with mingi going to work too early and returning back too late.

He had already missed at least 5 of their dates and had apologized every single time, promising not to repeat the same mistake. Except he had, again and again. And mina had still kept on forgiving him.

But could she, anymore?

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Mina looked up as she heard the door opening, quickly standing up as she heard mingi enter the house with a tired sigh.

Mina : why are you so late?

Mingi flinched as he looked up, not expecting his wife to be awake. It was 3:30am already.

Mingi : you're not asleep.

Mina : clearly not.

Mingi let out a breath, keeping his shoes away as he said

Mingi : I had work.

Mina : everyone has work, mingi, and yet no one comes home at 3:30 in the morning!

Mingi : I am the CEO, I have things to do that other employees might not. I'd thought you'd know all that by now.

Mina : for me you're only my husband, mingi, I need you with me some days. I need to see you, talk to you-

Mingi : well you're seeing and talking to me right now, aren't you?

Mina hummed in frustration, looking away as she slowly felt anger take hold of her. He was being so nonchalant, he didn't even care anymore.

Mina : mingi, I cannot keep doing this any longer. You need to fix your work timings.

Mingi : I need to fix my work timings for a matter as trivial as this?

Mina : trivial? Mingi, this is our marriage! Our love! I-

Mingi : do we really still love each other, though?

Mina flinched at that, her hands clenching itself at his words. Mingi chuckled as he said

Mingi : love requires understanding, and we do not seem to have that between us anymore, do we? So are we really still in love, hmm?

Mina : mingi.

Mingi : lot of couples live this way after marriage, and maybe this is what we're destined to, as well?

Mina : I do not believe in destiny. What I do believe in, is correcting your mistake-

Mingi : I haven't made a mistake here, mina. I still provide for you, I still take care of your external needs. The only thing I do not do, is spend time with you. And that I am unable to do because of my work, which you must understand as well since you work too!

Mina : I am not asking for your whole day, I am asking only for a few minutes of your time.

Mingi : then I am sorry I am not able to give you that, mina. But I cannot change any of this. Either you will have to deal with it, or…leave.

Before mina could say anything more mingi turned around and left, leaving a teary eyed mina behind.

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Mina walked towards mingi's office in his tower, a bag of food in her hands. It had been a week since their fight and mingi was being as cruel and cold as ever. Earlier even if mingi had been cold to her, he would give kind answers to her questions. But now, all she heard from him were words that stabbed right through her heart.

Well then, if he wasn't going to fix it, she was. Mina didn't have much self-respect when it came to matters as such.

Mina opened the door and was about to say something when she paused at the sight in front of her, her grip on the plastic cover tightening. One of the female employees were leaning too close towards mingi on the table, who was looking up at her with eyes that made mina sick to the bone. The employee's blouse revealed too much and mingi didn't seem to move from his position either.

So this was why mingi was the way he was right now.

Mina : am I interrupting something?

The employee flinched at her voice and stepped aside, bowing at mina. Mingi just looked at mina blankly, not saying anything. He didn't even bother.

Mina scoffed, looking at the employee before saying

Mina : I'm not going to fight with you, you don't deserve that much from me. Get out, you're fired.

Mingi : you don't get to fire her, mina.

Mina : are you being for real, song mingi? This woman was trying to seduce you!

Employee : I wasn't doing anything like that, ma'am, I was only-

Mina : I never asked, miss. I never asked and I don't wish to know anything from you either. So get out before I do something I regret.

Mingi : miss yoon, you may leave us.

The employee nodded and left the room, leaving both mina and mingi alone. Mina threw the plastic cover on the couch before looking at mingi with hurt eyes.

Mina : you're cheating on me?

Mingi : that's the only accusation you have left to say, right? So then say it, go ahead.

Mina : mingi!

Mingi : WHAT?

Mina flinched at that, stepping back as mingi stood up from his seat and said

Mingi : what? What do you want from me now, mina?

Mina : do you not have anything to say about the sight I just saw? Huh?

Mingi : what the fuck am I supposed to say when I know all that you're going to think is that I'm lying.

Mina : are you? Are you lying to me?

Mingi : maybe I am. Maybe I've been lying to you the entire time and maybe I've been fucking another, better woman behind your back. What are you going to do about it, Oh Mina?

Mina sobbed, stepping away from mingi as tears streamed down her cheeks. Mingi's eyes turned soft as he realized what he had said, trying to step forward in order to try an explain. But mina only shook her head at him, stepping back before running out of his office room.

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Mina downed her 3rd bottle of beer despite it being only 7pm, asking the bartender for yet another. The bartender sighed and placed yet another bottle of beer in front of mina. She was about to have a sip when she felt someone step forward, pushing her against the back of table before leaning close towards her face. Mina looked up with hazy eyes, realizing it was a man unknown to her. He smelled like alcohol, but she supposed she did too.

Mina : what-

??? : such a beauty you are.

Mina opened her mouth and was about to say something when the man shut her off with a kiss, pressing his flushed body against hers. Mina felt her head muddle, her focus only on the man and the excess amount of alcohol in her body. She was drunk, and he was a distraction.

Mina pulled back, breathing heavily as she whispered against his lips

Mina : what's your name?

??? : do you really have to know?

Mina smirked against the man's lips before kissing him again, wrapping her arms around his neck before saying

Mina : take us out of here, right now.

??? : as you wish, my lady.

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Mina woke up, looking around her with a small groan. She was in a hotel, an expensive one and the space next to her on the bed was empty. Mina quickly sat up on the bed, feeling her heart race as she heard the shower sound from the bathroom a few meters away from the bed. She flinched as she realized she was naked, her clothes lying all over the floor. She had…had she…shit.

Mina quickly stepped out of the bed with wobbly legs, putting her clothes on with trembling hands as she felt tears stream down her cheeks. She had cheated on her husband, she had…she had slept with another man when she had a husband.

Mina quickly wrapped her scarf around her neck in order to hide her hickeys before rushing out of the hotel room, not bothering to even see that man any longer. She had no idea what she had done, all she knew was…she had fucked up, big time.

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Mingi let out a breath as he turned around to look at the dining table filled with food, all of that now probably cold. He had come home early from work today, setting up dinner and candles since it was mina's birthday today, or…was. Tomorrow they were supposed to leave for Hawaii, as vacation for a month. It was why mingi had worked so hard for the past few months, in order to make sure things were in order before leaving. And today was the beginning of it, the beginning of correcting his mistakes. He had worked hard for 3 hours, preparing all of mina's favorite foods and making sure to buy the right scented candles.

But she never came home, the candles had gone out and the food had grown cold. It was 4am and mina still had not returned. Mingi figured it was his fault, for giving mina that impression in the afternoon. But he hoped she would forgive him.

Mingi stood up as he heard the door to their house opening, feeling a small smile spread on his face as he realized mina had finally come home. But his smile fell as soon as he saw mina walking towards the living room with wobbly legs and unsure steps, her eyes red and her entire face flushed. As if…as if she had just slept with someone.

Her hair was a mess, and mina's hair was never a mess. Her scarf was tied loosely around her neck, and her breathing labored. As soon as mina saw mingi, she ran towards him, falling into his arms with a hoarse cough. Mingi's eyes watered as he smelled the cologne of another man on his wife, knowing this could never be mina's. mina hated strong smells, and it was the reason mingi had stopped wearing colognes with strong scents and switched to something soft instead, one that would be comfortable for mina as well.

So this new smell all over her, it couldn't be hers and neither could it be his. And for the first time, smelling mina suffocated him, it filled his lungs with despair instead of comfort and coldness instead of warmth.

Mingi : mina.

Mina didn't say anything to that, just holding onto mingi as she leaned her head against his chest further. But as she did that, her scarf lowered down, revealing the marks on her neck to mingi. Mingi pressed his lips together, now knowing why mina had been so late to come home.

Mingi did not say anything further and held onto mina's shoulders, bringing her closer to him as he hugged her with trembling hands.

Mina : mingi?

Mingi : it's okay, go to sleep now.

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Mina woke up the next day, looking around as she realized she was in her own bed at their house. She sat up and looked around, realizing mingi was nowhere to be seen and that she was wearing the same clothes as yesterday. She quickly stood up and changed her dress into something that would cover all her hickeys, wondering whether she had gotten herself into bed without being seen by mingi last night or whether he had put her here himself.

Had he realized? Or did he not even see it? Mina supposed there was only one way to know.

And so she walked to the kitchen with slow nervous steps, ignoring her headache and clenching her hands together as she heard noises from the kitchen. Mingi hadn't gone to work today, probably because it was a Sunday. Except he usually worked on Sundays as well.

Mina stepped into the kitchen, barely breathing as the sight of mingi trying to make pancakes without burning them came to her view. And looking at her husband who had his lips turned up into a confused pout, his eyes focused only on the pancakes, she felt her stomach turn. Whether it was from the hangover or not, she didn't know and she didn't care. She felt disgusted by her actions, absolutely disgusted.

Mingi : minnie, good morning.

Mina flinched at her husband's cheerful voice and the usage of that nickname, realizing that he might not have seen her last night after all. Good, she didn't have the courage or the energy to face any of that right now.

Mina gave mingi a fake smile before walking up to him, asking in a low voice

Mina : when…when did you come home last night?

Mingi : I actually didn't. I spent the night at the office since there were some last minute works to finish, so I only arrived an hour ago.

Except mingi was lying. Especially after seeing mina enter the kitchen while looking like she was having a hangover, mingi decided to play his part of being an unknown husband. Everything in him wanted to ask her why she had done it. But this was going to be better, this was going to tell mingi whether his wife was actually a cheater or last night had been just a mistake. And he wanted to see whether she was a liar, and how long it would take her to tell him the truth.

Mingi had trusted his wife to not do all these things, but that felt like a long time ago to him now.

Mina let out a breath of relief, meanwhile, knowing now that mingi hadn't known. He could never know unless mina tells him now. But even after knowing that fact, mina still felt like she didn't deserve any of this. Because of what she had done to their relationship last night. And now that mingi didn't know and was being all nice to her, it only made her feel even worse.

Mingi : come on, sit down. I made pancakes for you today. And, I'm on leave for today as well. Let's go to the amusement park, hmm?

Mina bit her lips, nodding as she sat on a chair in the dining room. Mingi smiled, placing the dish before saying

Mingi : I'll start correcting my mistakes from now, mina-ya.

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Mina mumbled a thank you as she took the ice-cream from her husband, holding it with both hands as mingi sat next to her on the bench with his ice-cream as well. It had been 5 hours since the both of them had arrived at the amusement park that mingi had rented for them and he had still not been exhausted. Meanwhile for mina, every ride that mingi had taken her to, it only made her hate herself more and more. She couldn't be happy with him, not when she knew what she had done. And she couldn't help but feel as if mingi deserved someone way, way better than her.

Mina flinched as she felt mingi rest his head on her shoulder, eating his ice-cream as if nothing had happened.

Mingi : do you love me, minnie?

Mina : w-well you are my husband.

Mingi : yes?

Mina : I did agree to marrying you.

Mingi : mhmm?

Mina pressed her lips together, looking away as she felt her heart break apart in guilt. She loved mingi with her entire life, but what right did she have to say that to him anymore after what she had done?

Mina : m-mingi-ya.

Mingi felt himself stiffen, wondering whether mina was going to say it to him.

Mingi : yeah?

Mina : I…I wanna go to that ride there.

Mingi felt disappointment fill his heart, putting on a smile as he said

Mingi : of course, whatever ride that you desire, wife.

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3 weeks later :

Mina washed the last dish, deciding today was the day. She was going to tell mingi the truth when he came back home. She couldn't bear it anymore, not when mingi was being the most wonderful husband ever, changing his work timings and spending tons of time with her during the weekends as well. He would take her on movies, beach dates, parks, resorts, he was amazing to her. He was correcting all his mistakes.

And though mina knew she could never correct her mistake, she supposed admitting to it was the bare minimum she could do. After all, he was her mingi, wasn't he? Maybe…maybe he wouldn't leave her like that after all.

Mina flinched as she heard the door opening, quickly keeping the dishes away as she walked towards the living room. She hated every second of this, she felt like her heart was going to burst inside her. But she kept the façade on even after seeing mingi remove his shoes with a small smile on his face.

That smile, that smile she loved. Was she going to wipe it off of him now, when she tells him what she had done?

Mina : mingi-ya.

Mingi turned around, his smile widening at the sight of his wife

Mingi : sweetheart, hi! How was work-

Mina : I need to tell you something.

Mingi nodded at her serious tone, keeping his bag aside as he walked closer to mina and looked at her with expectant eyes. She didn't want to play with him anymore, it would be better to just cut to the chase, she thought. And so mina fiddled with her fingers, looking away as she said

Mina : I…I cheated on you.

Mina stood like that for a few seconds, waiting for mingi to do something to her. Scream, hit, leave, but all she heard was silence. Mina looked up at mingi in half surprise half confusion, mingi's blank eyes looking right back at her. He wasn't even surprised.

Mina : mingi?

Mingi : mm.

Mina blinked, taking time to understand what was really happening. But as soon as she did, she stepped back, her eyes immediately watering as it grew large in pure shock and horror.

Mina : no. no no, you knew.

Mingi : I knew it the night it happened, yes.

Mina gasped, her heart falling apart at his words. This was the worst that could happen. Of the thousand answers mina had expected from mingi, this wasn't it. Mingi scoffed at her as he said

Mingi : how could I not know, mina? How could I not when you came back home the night of your birthday, covered in some other man's scent, hickeys all around your neck, looking like an absolute mess?

Mina : my…my birthday?

She hadn't even remembered it.

Mingi : yes, your birthday! I had made your favorite dishes, put up candles, hell, I had even booked a trip to Hawaii for both of us, mina.

Mina crumpled her hair on her hands, feeling all her doings hit back on her with such force, she felt herself lose balance.

Mina : that's why you…you worked for a month like that-

Mingi : yes, in order to take time out for you. And what you saw that day in my office room? That was her trying to explain to me what gift would be best to buy you for your birthday. She was trying to show me that on my laptop.

Mina sobbed, covering her mouth as she felt the world spinning around her. What had she done.

Mingi : everything I had ever done, was for you, mina. But after all that, you slept with another man, coming back home as if nothing had happened. And then…and then you came and hugged me, as if you were absolutely perfect and right. As if you weren't covered in some other man's…his…

Mingi cut himself off with a shaky breath, trying to regain his posture as he said, cold as ever

Mingi : so I pretended. I pretended to see how long it would take for you to break, for you to tell me.

Mina : and if I never…never would have?

Mingi : then I just would've pretended forever. Pretended to love you, when never truly loving you. And lived a life with you that we both knew was fake and made of sand. I would've pretended to be your husband, oh mina.

Mina looked away, small sobs falling from her mouth as she felt her entire body shake. This was all her fault, if only she had ever listened, ever talked to him, none of this would've happened. Mingi was always only a good husband to her, but she had cheated on him.

Mina fell on her knees with another cry, holding onto mingi's legs as she sobbed desperately

Mina : I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, mingi…mingi please forgive me, I'm so sorry.

Mingi shut his eyes tightly as he looked away from mina, feeling tears stream down his own eyes. Mina wailed while hugging her husband's feet, trying to beg for his forgiveness.

Mina : please, I wasn't thinking, mingi. I was dr-drunk, I was drunk and I thought you were seeing someone else so I…so I-

Mina cut herself off with another sob, not being able to formulate thoughts or see straight with the condition she was in right now.

Mingi : you slept with another man, mina. Do you understand that? Sober or not, sad or not, YOU CHEATED ON ME!

Mina flinched at that, feeling more tears escape her eyes as hiccups now accompanied her sobs.

Mingi : you broke all the vows we made on our wedding, you broke every single promise you had ever given me, you threw our entire past and ruined our future, FOR THAT ONE FUCKING STRANGER, MINA!

Mina cried harder at his words, feeling guilt swallow her up as a whole. She felt dying would've been easier than this.

Mina : I'm so sorry, I swear I'll never do it again-

Mingi : how can I trust you? How can I trust you when you've broken it into pieces, mina.

Mina lowered her head, sobbing as mingi stepped aside, shaking off mina's grip on him as he said

Mingi : I'm done.

Mina looked up at mingi as fear filled her teary eyes, her heart racing at the words she had never wanted to hear

Mina : wait no, no no, mingi no-

Mingi : you cheated on me, you know what happens to people who cheat, mina.

Mina shook her head desperately, trying to hold onto mingi. But he only stepped away, breathing shakily as he looked at mina who was now crying on the floor pathetically

Mingi : no. no, mina, I cannot love you anymore. And I cannot be your husband anymore either.

Mingi took off his wedding ring, throwing it on the ground beside mina as he said

Mingi : you and I, we're done.

Mingi turned and left, ignoring mina's screams and wails, her desperate pleas stabbing right through his heart. But he couldn't bother to turn back to her any more, because after all, it was what she deserved.

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A month later :

Mingi walked into the prosecutor's office, hoping to find mina there. After that night mingi never saw her again, not even when he woke up in the morning. It was like she had never happened, except for her things. She hadn't taken anything of hers when she left, nothing. All her things were still at their place, and although mingi had waited a month for her to come and retrieve her things on her own, she never did.

So he assumed he would have to ask her to take them himself.

But as he entered her office room, he saw it empty, void of any belongings. Her name plate wasn't anywhere to be seen either. Mingi turned around as he felt someone walk up to him, realizing it was mina's assistant.

Mingi : miss bae.

Assistant : oh, mingi-shi! What brings you here?

Mingi : uh, where's…Oh Mina?

Assistant : your wife? She resigned almost a month ago, sir. I thought…I thought you'd have known?

Mingi's eyes widened, shocked at her words. Mina, had given up her position of being a prosecutor that she had worked hard for her entire life? Her job was mina's most precious thing apart from mingi, and for her to have given up that…

Mingi : are you…sure?

Assistant : I am, sir. She's resigned, effective 3 weeks ago.

Mingi let out a breath, mumbling a thank you before rushing out of the office. He had to see mina.

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Mingi clicked the button to the top floor of the apartment, wishing the lift could go faster to mina's old penthouse. The penthouse had been where mina used to live before her and mingi got married, it was where she would be right now. And mingi needed to see her.

He rushed out of the lift and ran towards the entrance of the penthouse, pausing right on his tracks as he noticed people moving boxes filled with things into the…empty penthouse. A couple was standing right outside, giving directions to the movers.

Mingi : excuse me?

The couple turned towards him, confused.

??? : yes?

Mingi : do you know what happened to the last lady who was living here?

??? : she sold the penthouse to us, why?

Mingi let out a shaky breath, stepping back as he felt his heart race. Mina had resigned and given up her house, then where the hell was she right now?

??? : sir?

Mingi looked up, realizing that the couple was staring at him in confusion. Mingi shook his head, putting up a small smile as he said

Mingi : i-it's nothing, thank you.

The couple nodded as mingi walked out, taking out his phone and calling mina's number. Except all it said was that this number didn't exist anymore. Did she throw away her phone too?

Mingi : no, where are you mina.

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2 years later :

Mina coughed, wiping her forehead as she continued planting the seeds for the next harvest. It had been 2 years since she abandoned her posh city life to move to a small village in Jeju, cultivating the small land her father had left her with a long time ago and harvesting that for the money she required to buy her necessities.

She didn't have to buy a house, at least. Her parents were once farmers before they died and mina left to Seoul to become a prosecutor. And hence they already had a small cottage next to the farming plot, where mina had grown as a child. And although it was much humbler than the penthouses and mansions mina had lived in before, it was still enough for her.

This was the life she had to lead after what she had done to her innocent husband, and the more far away she was from him, the better. In that way he could find a better woman and live with her for the rest of his life, happily. And although that thought hurt mina, she knew it was what she deserved.

Mina sighed and kept her tools aside, finally having done with the planting for today. She smiled and slowly started walking towards her cottage, deciding to have a good dinner before going to sleep, something like sleep, at least. She had already told the other ahjummas that she was going to have dinner alone. After all, they were her parent's friends and after they had died, these people had become like parents to mina. They were the only family mina had anymore, and their happiness were hers now. But for them mina was the rich prosecutor from Seoul, the daughter of their bestfriends whom they had all grown with, together. If anything, they wanted to make sure she never had to work so hard. But even though they made a fuss out of someone like her having to make food for herself, mina told them it was needed some days.

Today was her birthday, the day she had made the biggest mistake of her life and ruined her happiness forever. Today was the day she was going to have soju and drink herself to sleep, just like she had done last year.

Mina entered through the back door, closing it behind her before walking towards the kitchen. She was about to turn the stove on when her doorbell rang, making mina groan as she rushed towards it.

Mina : aish, I told these ahjummas-

Mina cut herself off as she opened the door, not bothering to look at the person as she said

Mina : ahjumma~, I told you I'd eat by myself today-

Mina paused as her eyes finally landed on the person in front of her, her eyes widening in shock as she took in the person she had longed to see for so long, yet knowing she didn't deserve to. His black hair with new streaks of blue in them, his eyes shining under the stars, he was perfect as ever. Except, how was he here?

Mina : mingi.

Mingi : I've finally found you.

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writtenbymisunderstoodnerds · 2 years

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Date (Christen Press x Reader)

It is 1:30am and this is absolutely not edited at all so mind any mistakes. I hope you enjoy :)

Warning- Some mentions of anxiety and panic attacks.

Words: 2.5K

I was a highly anxious person. I know it's a bit weird considering I'm a professional soccer player who plays for the national team. The only time I'm ever really relaxed is on the field. Most of the time, seeing fans after the game doesn't make me that nervous either. Lot's of people, too much noise, media days, plus much more is what made me most anxious. So much so I'll have non-verbal episodes where I get overly anxious, I stop talking as a way to cope with it. My therapist and I had been working on ways to cope better which was helping slowly. It was still a big issue.

At my first camp I had quite a few non-verbal episodes which led the team to think I didn't really like them. After I got to know them a bit better, I had written a letter to explain, since no matter how much I tried I could never get out the words. They were all really supportive, still included me even when I stopped talking and started to be able to understand my way of communicating when I couldn't talk. I was more comfortable around them now which mean It was going non-verbal less. Except when it came to Christen. I had a huge crush on her, my anxiety spiked whenever she was around and I got incredibly nervous. She had never commented on it so I hoped she didn't notice. It also never changed the way she interacted with me. Despite how nervous she made me, I still found myself drifting to her in crowds as a form of comfort.

Kelley knew all about my crush on Christen. I'm not sure how she found out, but she did. Since then she has been trying to get me to ask her out. Kelley was pretty sure that Christen felt the same, I had never gotten the courage to do it though. Now, I had no choice. I was so sure I would beat her that I had made a bet, if I lost I had to ask Christen out. Of course I had lost. It took a lot of pacing and encouragement from Kelley to finally be able to even approach Christen. Then it took another few minutes before I could look at her let alone ask her.

"Are you okay Y/n?" Christen asked snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Go on a date with me?" I blurted before I could shut down again.

"Seriously?"

Her response had me panicking. I couldn't tell if she was just surprised or if she was disgusted by the idea, so before I could think about it, I responded, "I had to at least ask you, I lost a bet with Kelley."

"Well, you asked so that's that."

I realised that I messed up by saying that so quickly added, "Wait, I actually do want to go on a date with you, this bet with Kelley was just to push me to actually ask."

"Sure it was."

"I know that came out wrong, but I seriously do want to go on a date with you Chris. I've wanted to ask you for a while now, but you know words are not my strong suit at all and I was scared and nervous an-"

A hand on my arm made me freeze, "You're rambling."

"Sorry."

"Yes, I would love to go on a date with you Y/n."

"Really?" She only nodded in response, a small smile on her lips, "Awesome, um great, can't wait."

Christen giggled, "You're cute when you're nervous, do we wait until we're back in LA?"

"We can if you want, but uh I have an idea if you're free tomorrow night?"

"Well we don't have anything team related tomorrow night so yes I'm free."

"Cool, I'll pick you up at 5:30?"

"I can't wait." We just kind of stood there for a few seconds, until Christen spoke up again easing the slight awkwardness between us, "Help me pack these away?"

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I hadn't slept well last night. All I could think about was my date with Christen which made me anxious because I wanted to impress her. I was also worried I would get so nervous around her that I would go non-verbal again. That was the last thing I wanted. Overthinking it would probably increase the chances of it happening, but I couldn't stop the thoughts no matter what I tried. I was even thinking about cancelling the date all together. All the thoughts, mixed with lack of sleep sent me into a panic attack before that could happen. Kelley had helped me through it before laying with me until I eventually fell asleep. When I had woken up again, I was alone, but a lot calmer. I was able to focus on setting up the date.

I had another mini panic attack in the shower when getting ready, but still managed to make it to Christens room on time. Christen was wearing a simple, sleeveless black lace skater style dress that stopped just above her knees, with low heels. I scanned her body quickly before forcing myself meet her eyes. She was stunning. I played with the ring on my finger to keep my nerves in check, "Y-you look um amazing."

She blushed slightly, "So do you Y/n." I was wearing black skinny jeans, with a burgundy button up and flat ankle boots. I naturally ran hot and it was a warm night so I wasn't wearing a jacket. If I'm being honest, the only reason I even had a jacket on me was incase Christen got cold.

"Shall we?" Christen slipped on her jacket then we made our way out of the hotel. The place we were going was only a five minute walk from the hotel. It took a lot to resist the urge to hold her hand as we walked. I know she agreed to go on a date with me, but I didn't want to do anything she might not want me to. My anxiety was already telling me that maybe she only said yes because she didn't want to hurt my feelings.

When we arrived at an apartment complex, Christen looked confused, but followed me up anyway. One of my friends was away for a couple of nights and had let me borrow her apartment. She had a balcony that had an amazing view of the city especially at night. I had set the table on the balcony to look similar to a restaurant and had strung up fairy lights around the balcony. The thought of lots of people, the possibility of people recognizing us and going on a date with Christen meant my anxiety was through the roof. I couldn't calm my nerves enough to take her to a proper restaurant so I was trying my best to make it romantic.

Christen looked slightly shocked when we walked in and she saw the balcony. I found myself nervous that she wouldn't like it or would have preferred a proper restaurant.

"So, I know this was probably not what you were thinking, but as you know I get nervous around lots of people and since I already get so nervous around you, I didn't want that to get in the way of having a good night. I hope this is okay."

"This is perfect Y/n. Did you do this? Who's apartment is this?"

"I did. I wanted it to be nice for you. It's a friend of mine, she's out of town for a couple of days. Can I get you a glass of wine?"

"It's beautiful. I would love one, thank you."

After getting the wine for Christen and beer for myself, we sat down at the table while I waited for dinner to cook. I had spent the last few hours setting up and preparing dinner. Cooking and baking was something I loved to do and I wanted to spoil Christen so I had made lasagna with homemade pasta and pasta sauce, homemade garlic bread sticks and salad. I also made dark chocolate and raspberry truffles. We had an off day tomorrow, so a cheat night wouldn't hurt.

We made small talk for a while, well Christen did most of the talking until I felt myself start to relax a little bit and could actually talk without being a stuttering mess. During dinner we mostly ate in silence, but it was comfortable.

"That was amazing, thank you," Christen said after we finished dessert and took our plates to the sink.

"You're welcome Chris. I'm glad you enjoyed it."

After a few minutes of enjoying the view, Christen spoke up, "So, you get nervous around me?"

"Incredibly nervous, that's part of the reason I get so quiet around you."

She smiled softly, "Why do I make you nervous?"

"Well, you are beautiful, ambitious, smart, considerate, passionate, funny, and you're kind of intimidating."

"Intimidating?"

"N-not in a bad way, I just have a big crush on you." I cleared my throat, before standing up, suddenly feeling nervous and slightly awkward about how much I had revealed to her, "Do you want more wine?"

Christen grabbed my hand before I could get far, "Hey, don't get all quiet and shy on me. I have a big crush on you too so we're even. You kind of make me nervous as well."

Reluctantly, I sat back down across from her, she didn't let go of my hand, "Really? Don't take this the wrong way, but I kind of find that hard to believe. I mean, I'm just me."

"You are you. You are an amazing person Y/n. I admit it was your quietness that made me most nervous. I could never get a read on what you were thinking or feeling, um for me specifically. At first I just thought you didn't like, well any of us, then you opened up more and I got some mixed messages about how you felt about me. Sometimes, you would be really talkative, other times, more so around me you just didn't say anything. Then, I thought you would flirt with me, but I also thought it could be all in my head. I now understand why you're sometimes talkative then not other times. Even understanding why still made me nervous though because I didn't know how you felt."

"I'm sorry, I know I can be confusing sometimes. You're right though, I was always more quiet or had more non-verbal episodes when you were around because of how nervous you made me, but you also sometimes made me feel more comfortable. Having you around in situations where there were lots of people or media days, made me more relaxed. And yes there were times when I would feel confident and flirt with you."

Christen smiled, lacing our fingers together, "Is it bad to say I'm grateful for Kelley and her bets for once?"

"No, because I agree. I honestly don't know if I would have asked you anytime soon if not for the bet."

Our fingers remained laced together as we enjoyed the view and talked about anything we could think of. This had to be the first time I had felt this relaxed around Christen. It was probably because she now knew how I felt and felt the same way. Knowing that had calmed my nerves enough to realise how calming Christen actually was to be around. Yes, she was a comfort in some situations, but I had never been able to relax around her much. I was still a bit nervous if she would want to go on another date with me, but I was trying my best to push it away and just enjoy the moment.

Christen kissed the back of my hand. Goosebumps made their way up my arm at the feeling as I stuttered over what I was saying, Christen tried and failed to hide her giggle while I couldn't help think about what it would be like to kiss her, "Thank you Y/n, I think this is the best date I've ever been on. I don't want it to end."

My heart felt like it skipped a beat. All I wanted to do was give Christen a good night, to make her feel special. It was a relief to hear that she had enjoyed it, "It doesn't have to."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, my friend did say we were free to stay here the night. She definitely meant it in a different way, but she has a comfy couch, big TV, multiple streaming sites and popcorn. We have an off day tomorrow."

"Movie night?"

"Movie night. You pick the movie and I'll get popcorn. There's a box of my clothes in that room over there if you want to change."

An expression, I could have sworn was jealousy passed over Christen, but was quickly covered up, "Why is there a box of your clothes?"

"I stored some of my stuff here when I moved and I've just never taken that box back." I quickly got changed into some sweatpants and a hoodie before putting the popcorn on.

When I got back, Christen had changed, picked some rom-com and was cuddled under the blanket in the middle of the couch. I chose to sit near the arm of the couch with my legs tucked up, leaving space between us so I didn't cross any lines. About 20 minutes had passed when Christen moved to sit cross-legged, she ended up closer with our knees touching. I still had my legs tucked up so I shifted slightly and put my arm up on the back of the couch as a way of inviting her to cuddle if she wanted to. A few seconds passed before Christen moved so she was cuddled up against my side.

The couch was wide enough that two people could lie down, cuddled up with each other pretty comfortably so I moved us to lying down. I was lying down flat while Christen was lying on her side with her head on my shoulder and an arm over my stomach. There was room for her to move back a bit if she wanted to, but she didn't which made my heart speed up. It was comfortable and safe, like we were made to fit together.

We stayed like that until the movie finished and Christen looked up at me. She was so close that if I moved a few inches I could kiss her. I decided to just push away my nerves and asked to kiss her before I could back out. Christen simply nodded. My hand was shaking slightly as I cupped her cheek and connected our lips in a soft kiss. Her hand covered mine, making me relax fully. The kiss was soft and sweet, it was like nothing I had experienced before. As cliché as it sounds, I felt sparks and goosebumps, but most importantly, I felt peace, comfort and safety. All my anxiety melted away and I never wanted to let her go, never wanted to stop kissing her. After a few seconds, a smile broke out on Christens face, making us pull apart. I couldn't help the grin that grew on mine.

That night I fell asleep on the couch with Christen cuddled up against me and a smile on my face. It was the first night in a long time I had fallen asleep then stayed asleep with no issues.

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bewilderedbunny · 2 years

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Weedman pt 2 (Eddie x Reader fluff 18+only!)

2k words of fluff, she/her pronouns/names are used for Reader. Drug use, some slightly self deprecating jokes and mentions of blood and cursing. If I do another chapter it will (hopefully) have smut. I get distracted with dialogue 😞

This bitch definitely has some mistakes in it. I simply do not know how to write 💖 I also hate typing "he said" and "you said" so I apologize if the dialogue is confusing.

Read part 1 here

Credit to @firefly-graphics for the divider 😊

As you stepped out of your shower the following day, the phone began to ring. A moment later, your mom called to you and said, "It's for you!"

"Hello?"

"Hey, sweetheart. It's Eddie." Your heart skips a beat.

"Oh! Hey Mr. Weedman, what's up?"

"Please, Mr. Weedman is my father. You can call me Eddie."

You boo at his joke with a smile.

"Aw, c'mon. Anyway, I was calling because I woke up early. Thought you might want to come by now?"

You look at the clock, it's 10:30am.

"What happened to your beauty sleep?"

"Turns out the real beauty was on the inside, or some shit."

"Guess I could come over now. Hey, how did you get my number anyway?"

"I-uh, I called Robert to thank him for the reference. You know how small businesses are, s'all about networking and word of mouth, and I thought I should thank him for sending you to me. I asked him for your number, strictly for marketing purposes."

"Oh of course! It all makes sense. Well, market away."

He chuckles, "Come get your weed, silly."

You decided on a loosely fitted short sleeve button-up, a pair of jean shorts, and sneakers. You say goodbye to your mom and head out the door before she can ask too many questions.

The drive to Eddie's doesn't take more than 5 minutes and once you're parked in front of his trailer you sit for a moment in your car. Biting your nails, you wonder if you've made a mistake by agreeing to come over to a stranger's house for drugs. Two trailers down, an older couple sitting on fold-out lawn chairs stare at you. You give them a thin-lipped smile and wave. Great, at least there are witnesses.

You take a deep breath, get out of your car, and head toward the trailer's front door. You get one knock in before the door swings open and you are met with Eddie. He's wearing a worn-out Led Zeppelin t-shirt with the sleeves cut off and jeans with patched-up holes. He is beautiful.

"Scary Metalhead" you might have expected, but his features were so soft and romantic. Like he belonged in an old oil painting.

He gives you a huge, dimpled smile and pulls you in for a hug. Your plug in college barely acknowledged you during your purchases, now here this guy is treating you like an old friend.

"How have you been? It's been a minute since we've seen each other. I like what you've done with your hair, it's so… lustrous."

Shit, maybe you are old friends.

You look down at your hands and reply,

"I've been alright, just going to school. How about you?"

"Oh, you know me. Same old stuff, D&D, my band, finally graduated."

He's leaning against the doorframe, rubbing his chin with his hand.

"From college?"

"No, high school."

Your jaw drops. You're beyond disturbed to learn that you've been flirting with (and planning to buy drugs from) a high schooler.

"How old are you?!"

"I'm 20. Took me a few tries but I got there."

You sigh in relief. You'd rather buy weed from a super-senior than a minor any day.

"Oh, I see. Well, congratulations! That's so exciting."

He lights up, "Yeah? Thanks."

"I gotta be honest, though. I don't remember you." You say sheepishly.

His face twists in pain as he puts one arm against the frame of the door and covers his mouth with the other. He's huffing small, uneven breaths.

"Eddie, I'm sorry, I-"

He cuts you off with a finger and pretends to sniffle, "Just, give me a sec, 'kay? I need time to recuperate."

You laugh and he stands straight.

"That's fine. I'm happy to make a new first impression with you. "

"I am sorry that I don't remember you. If it makes you feel any better, when I was calling around to find a dealer yesterday, I realized that I don't seem to remember anything from high school."

"Neither do I, that's why they kept making me go back." You let out a big laugh and he laughs with you.

"Well, come inside and I'll show you my wares." He leads you into his home. It's a quaint, warm little trailer. A plethora of mugs and hats decorate his walls and there is a small fan blowing at full speed to combat the summer heat.

"A throne for you, madam." he says, gesturing towards the couch. You take a seat and take in the room. "Oh shit, guess I should have your stuff ready." He starts rummaging around the kitchen, then moves to another room. You can hear him mumbling to himself as he searches.

"Do you need help?"

"No, I got it. I just had it, I know it's here somewhere."

You sit back down and wait for him. You hear a thud followed by a quiet, "fuck" then a "there you are, you little devil." He comes back into the room holding a tin lunch box, how he managed to lose it you have no idea.

He sits down on the other side of the small couch. He pulls out a bag of weed and eyes it over once before opening another bag to steal 2 nuggets from. He puts them into your bag.

"Oh, I really don't need that much."

"You sure? I thought I'd give you extra. Y'know, first time customer discount."

"No, that's okay. The amount that was in there before might even be too much" Eddie's idea of $50 worth of weed was about twice what yours was.

He shrugs and fishes out the two buds and places them back in their bag.

"You always touch your merchandise like that?" You gesture to the bag.

"What? My hands are clean!" He waves his hands in front of your face. They're big and the thickness of his fingers makes you dizzy. You pull yourself together.

"Sir, you just touched every single item in this home while you were looking for your fancy little tin."

"Fancy, huh? Well, yeah. but then I licked 'em so we're good, right?"

You grimace at him and he winks.

"You, uh, need me to teach you to roll?"

You smile at the offer. "No thanks, I got it." Rolling the joint was part of the ritual for you.

He leans back and places his arm around the back of the loveseat. His hand is right behind your shoulder and his legs are spread wide, your knees are barely touching.

"What else have you got planned for the day?"

"I was going to find a place to smoke this since I don't love the idea of smoking at home." You say as you pull out the $50 you owed him.

"I was thinking of going on a walk in the forest or maybe to the lake." You hand him the money and he stuffs it carelessly into his pocket.

"Oh yeah? Well, we don't have the same fancy amenities as the lake or the forest here. But we definitely make up for it in hospitality." He says as he gestures around the room.

"You want me to smoke here?" You ask.

"Yeah! I mean, if that's okay. I'm never up this early so I really don't have anything else to do." You think for a moment then agree to stay.

He pulls out a grinder and papers from the tin. As he does, you take a peak and see a couple of small bags of weed, a lighter, and a few loose pretzels scattered along the bottom of the box.

"Wait, are you just letting me smoke here so you can sample your own product and get paid for it?"

"Shit, you caught me." He laughs as he takes out the money you gave him earlier and places it on the table.

"Since you're such a little detective, I'll let you pay after."

He picks apart a bud and drops the pieces into the grinder. Watching his hands twist back and forth to break the flower down is mesmerizing. Once it's ready, you grab a rolling paper and carefully line it. You shape and delicately roll the joint until it is ready, then softly lick it closed.

Once it's ready, you look back to Eddie who is staring at you in awe.

"Shit, I may need you to teach me to roll. Mine never look like that."

"Why did you offer to teach me if you can't roll?" You ask.

"I can roll, okay? They're just not usually so… smooth."

"Oh my god, do you teach your customers to make lumpy joints so they waste product and come back sooner? You evil genius."

He blushes and raises his hands, "Look at you, figuring out all my schemes. Smart girl." You feel warmth in your cheeks as he speaks. He leans forward to you, the eye contact is almost too much to bear.

"Seriously, though. Will you show me?"

You grab a paper and place it in his hands and dust an even line of flower for him. You lean into his side and explain to take your time and shape the joint as you go. His tongue peeks out to touch his top lip as he concentrates. Once it's rolled up, he looks at you, awaiting instructions.

"Looks good! Gotta lick it now. Just like with your hands, remember?" He huffs out a laugh and licks the joint closed.

"Perfect!" You exclaim.

"It is pretty perfect. Think I should hang it on the fridge for my uncle to see when he gets home?"

"I'm sure he'll be so proud."

He grabs his lighter and holds the joint up to your lips. "Shouldn't we smoke the one I'm paying for?"

"Nah, this is me paying you back for your demonstration."

Once the spliff is between your lips, he lights it for you. You take a deep inhale and feel a tickle in your throat on exhale. You turn away from him as you cough a bit and he gently pats your back.

You compose yourself and hand him the joint. He takes a puff and you two pass it back and forth for a bit. Your brain starts feeling fuzzy as you stare at his lips. They're all pink and pillowy, begging to be kissed.

He notices you staring and takes the joint from you. "Think you've had enough, Teach."

You lean back into the couch and rest your eyes. The whir of the fan is soothing to your ears and your body feels warm and calm. You feel Eddie move next to you.

"You fallin' asleep on me?" He asks.

You peek an eye open at him, his back is against the arm of the couch, one leg is tucked underneath the other and he's resting his head in his hand.

"Not yet." You slip off your shoes, turn to face him and tuck your knees to your chest.

"So if my math is correct, you're 20, and I'm 21 that means I graduated your Junior year. Did we have classes together?" You rub little circles on your shorts, enjoying the texture in your heightened state.

"Uh yeah. We kinda had one." he rubs his face and furrows his brows. "You were the TA for Mrs. Baker's US History class my sophomore year."

You think back to the class, racking your brain for any memories. Most of your duties as the teacher's assistant were to clean the chalkboard, gather supplies for assignments, and grade papers.

Then it dawns on you and your eyes widen.

"Eddie! You would always draw on your worksheets and assignments! Little skulls and monsters. I do remember you!"

He smiles and bashfully hides his face.

"You do remember me. They weren't monsters, by the way. They were portraits of Mrs. Baker."

You snort, from what you remember they were usually dragons and wretched beasts.

"God, she did not see your vision." You remember the middle-aged woman complaining to you about the doodles and threatening to mark down Eddie's grade if he kept them up (which he obviously did)

"You should've seen what I drew on my actual tests."

"Oh, God. Blood and guts and tits?"

He giggles which makes you giggle.

"No tits but damn, could you imagine if I did? I think she would have called the police."

"Or a priest."

You two continue your tee-heeing for a bit. At one point, you've both been laughing so long that that makes you laugh. It's ridiculous, you've got tears in your eyes and Eddie is cackling. At some point his hand found it's way to your ankle and he rubs little circles with his thumb.

Thanks for reading! 💗

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Lust or Love - Chapter 6

Other Chapter

warning: long, filler chapter

The next morning I sit in the airport at 5:30am. I read a textbook for one of the courses I would take next year if I got into Vet school. I take some of my highlighters and highlight the parts I’m confused about that I’m prepping myself to pay attention for next year, then things I think is important with another color.

“You got in?” I hear a familiar voice beside me. I look up and see Kyle standing beside me, taking the seat right beside me. He points at the book and I follow his finger and look at my book before back to him, “your book?”

“Uh- no- I don’t know yet” I tell him

“Always prepared” he smiles and I roll my eyes and look away from him

“Yeah, but never for the worst” I say

“Look Y/n, I’m sorry” he starts and I look back at him debating him I should scream for help given there are a lot of scary guards in an airport, “Please, just listen”

“To what? There is nothing you can say to make me forgive you Kyle”

“I know, I know. But I guess you deserve some sort of explanation” he starts, “please, those six years meant something to me and I still care about you. You deserve to know”

“Know what?” I ask swallowing as I feel my eyes begin to water.

“No please don’t cry”

“I can’t not” I say and he slides his thumb under my eye. I look at him emotionless as he does so

“Well Tiffany and I are done, and I called to tell you that but I’ve been trying the get the courage to just say it to your face”

“Congrats, that it?”

“No, I ended this with her because I realized what a mistake I made”

“Which mistake? Tiffany or one of the 30 others?”

“All of it. We started dating in high school and we were young. I don’t why I have to go and see what else was out there but I ended up losing the best thing that has ever happened to me”

“You did”

“Y/n please, if you say no now I’m going to bother you all break long. Can we just be friends? I need you to be in my life one way or another”

“I am in your life, Kyle”

“So we can be friends?” “No” I say as the plane starts to board, I stand and look down at him, “I’m the one that got away”

I walk away from him and board the flight. He is a couple people behind me but not close enough to talk to me as we walk in a line on the plane. I took my seat in the middle of the plane and looked out the window. I watched Kyle take his seat in first class which didn’t surprise me because he was an only child with two parents rolling in money. I watch him sit then call the flight attendant over and point back as he tells her something. After everyone is boarded, the flight attendant walks over the the man sitting beside me and leans forward so he can hear what she is about to ask him:

“Hi sir, a man in first class has generously asked if you would like to switch seats?”

“First class?” the man asks and the flight attendant nods, “sure”.

I roll my eyes and take a deep breathe as I watched Kyle and the man that was once beside me switch spots. Kyle takes his seat and looks at me and smiles, I fake a nasty smile then roll my eyes and look away.

“I told you if you said no, that it was going to be a long break” he says making me look back at him

“You can’t make me forgive you”

“I know, you don’t have to”

“Okay great” I say looking down at my phone then turning it off.

“So acquaintances then?”

“Fine”

He smiles to himself like he won, and contagiously I smile too.

“There is that smile” he says

“Okay Kyle” I say rolling my eyes.

We end up chatting most of the flight until the start to land. In the past 3 months his agent told him that he was getting drafted into the NFL and could probably see the field next year. I just typically nod when he talks about football because I don’t really know what he is talking about. Then he talks about his mother and father, and who he is spending Christmas with. I didn’t half as much information to tell him so I didn’t talk much just listened.

When the flight landed, we walked together to baggage claim and he helped me lift my bag off the belt. He carried my school bag around the front through the airport for me while juggling his school bag around his back, his carry on, and luggage. I sat my weekender bag on my luggage and had my other hand free as we walked to the front door.

“Kyle!” We hear as we approach the exit and see his mother, Sarah. “Y/n!” she says, coming to me first giving me a hug, “How are you?”

“Good” I smile back and hug her back as Kyle drops my school bag and then opens his arms to hug his mother once she pulls away from me

“Do you need a drive?” Kyle asks me

“You know my mom, always late” I smile and both Kyle and his mother laugh, “I’ll text her”

Just as I pull out my phone, I hear my mother call out for me. I look up and smile as she gives me a hug, then looks at Sarah and Kyle, “oh, hi” she says looking them both up and down.

“Okay” I say smiling at Kyle and his mother, “it was so nice seeing you Sarah! Nice catching up Kyle” I say moving past them.

Once we get in the car, I look over at my mother and give her a look that says, ‘are you serious?’

“What? You shouldn’t have been talking to those people?” she says to me

“Mom, you loved Sarah until Kyle fucked up” I say to her and she looks at me while she drives the car

“Watch your mouth” she says and the car begins to slide a little. Her car glides onto the dirt before she pull the wheel bringing us back on the pavement.

“Jesus mom! Watch the road”

“Maybe you boyfriend should have driven you home if you don’t like my driving” she says, I watch my mothers shaky hands as she points a finger at me. I didn’t realize until now that there was a faint smell of alcohol in the car. My moms sudden outburst starts to make sense, she’s drunk. I roll my eyes thinking about how it is only 8:30am. The hour drive to Greenwich from the airport was going to be long. We were quiet for a while until my mother finally spoke.

“Get into that school yet?” She asks me, everything about her and I look over at her, I notice just how skinny she had gotten since the last time I saw her in the summer, or how unhappy she has gotten. She wasn’t happy in the summer but this was just a different type.

“Um- I won’t know until January, I think”

“So no early acceptance for you?” she asks me as if she is trying to hurt me

“Early acceptance is January”

“Right” she says, “Talk to your sister much?”

“Not really”

“Looks like she had a fun time in Florida with your father for Thanksgiving” my mother says, nodding her head than looking at me, “It was nice of you to join us in Toledo. You know the option wasn’t Florida or nothing!”

“Mom please, road” I remind her. She scoffs then looks back at the road.

We pull off onto the Greenwich exit and my mother continues driving through the streets to my grandmothers. We pass the big sign that says welcome to Greenwich and my mother laughs dryly: “Welcome to Greenwich, home of the rich and snobby”. I don’t bother saying anything as she continues driving fast down the streets. Luckily we made it to my grandmother's house. I shut the door to my grandmother's white Porsche SUV that my mother picked me up in and opened the trunk. My mother walked in the house while I grabbed my bags before heading in the house.

My grandmother greets me at the door followed by my auntie Bea. I give them both a hug as I walk into the house. I notice boxes flooding the entryway and I look at Bea, she awkwardly shifts as if there was something I needed to know but didn’t.

“There is my sister!” Georgia, my sister comes walking down the stairs, “how are you?” she asks me before giving me a big hug.

“Great, what are these boxes for?” I ask her and she looks at me weirdly

“Mom didn’t tell you?”

“No”

“She was fired in from her job in Toledo”

“Why?” I ask looking at everyone

“Let’s getting you settled” my grandmother says walking me to my bedroom.

I went and laid on the bed in the bedroom I always stay in when I stayed at my grandmothers and looked out the window at the long island sound. My sister knocks on the door and makes her way inside and sits beside me

“Weird being here without dad, huh?” she says and I don’t answer, “look, I was going to wait until after Christmas to tell you but Dad and Michelle getting engaged sent mom off the rocker. She wasn’t fired for no reason, she was caught drunk at work”

“Dad and Michelle are getting married?”

“Yeah, he was going to tell you over thanksgiving but you didn’t show. I didn’t know she was this bad or I wouldn’t have come. Also, I’m getting married to Christian” she announces showing me her ring. Christian is one of my father’s associates at his firm in Atlanta. My phone buzzed and I look down to see Nick’s name appear on my phone, I smile even through all the shit I’ve been dealing with since I’ve been home then look back at Georgia.

“I’m happy for you” I say

“Who is that?” she says looking at my phone

“Nick” I say then show her some pictures that I have of us

“Oh he is cute! Are you-”

“Just friends” I tell her rolling my eyes. I continue catching up with my sister until she leaves to facetime her new fiance. I finally can look down at the message Nick sent me.

Nick: Take your pill?

Y/n: Yes, don’t worry no one is calling you daddy anytime soon ;)

Nick: You can anytime ;)

I chuckle setting my phone back down

Christmas came around a couple days later and my mother barely made an appearance around the house. I was starting to get worried about her so after we all finished opening our presents I went upstairs to check up on her. I knocked on the door and opened it poking my head inside.

“Mom?” I call out and she grumbles back, “Merry Christmas” I say making my way over to the side of the bed she is facing and sit crossed legs looking up at her hungover figure laying on the bed. The look of her makes me sad as he eyes slowly open to see me.

“Oh hey baby” she says half awake, “go get mommy a drink”

“Mom, it’s christmas” I tell her

“Okay” she says dozing back off into sleep.

I brush the tear that falls from my eye as I stand up and leave her room. After shutting her door I made my way down to my room and shut the door behind me, not leaving until dinner was ready later that night. Dinner was quiet as we begun digging in, the only sound that filled the kitchen was the sounds of cutlery scrapping across the plates. My sister was the courageous one and was the one that ended the silence.

“So, I was thinking of a hawaiian wedding”

“That sounds nice!” My aunt Bea says and I smile and nod my head before my mother catches everyone’s attention as a dry laugh escapes her mouth.

“What?” my sister says as my mother takes a sip from her glass

“I just think it’s funny” she says dryly laughing again before full out laughing. The table looks down at their plates uncomfortably as my mother continues to laugh.

“Alright, I think you’ve had enough” my grandmother says to my mother

“You don’t find it funny?” my mother asks my grandmother

“No one knows what you are laughing about” my aunt Bea speaks up

“Oh come on, we are all thinking it” she says sipping her drink again then slamming it down on the table, “I was you once Georgia, so was you naive little sister. You are here raving on about your perfect relationship… but where is he?” my mother says, “or how is he with is the better question”

“Enough!” my aunt says and everyone goes quiet again

“It’s a joke” my mother says, “life” she nods, “it’s all a joke. I mean look at mine. I have- sorry had a husband who is marrying someone a year older than my oldest daughter, and my oldest daughter is marrying someone who works for my ex husband who thought bailing me out of jail was going to make him look sooo good. Georgia, you’re almost a doctor, you don’t need him”

“Okay mom” Georgia says looking down at her plate as he fork pushes her food

“Y/n, have you heard back from vet school?” my aunt puts a fake smile on looking at me as she tries to change the subject.

“Oh yeah! Tell us. No since we are talking boys, let’s hear about Kyle” my mother says making my smile fade

“No” I say looking over at my sister away from my mother

“Oh come on” she says looking at me before announcing to the group, “just like her momma, picking all the wrong ones”. I push my chair away from the table and stand, “sit your ass down, you spoiled rotten child” she yells after me as I leave the dining room and walk into my room.

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☆ 2007 Asylum (Sunday)

Official name: Asylum- A Supernatural and Smallville Convention Location: Leofric Hotel, Coventry, UK Time: Sunday May 13, 2007 (between 9:30am-5:30pm) (GMT-0) Panelists: Jensen Ackles Last episode: 2x21 "All Hell Breaks Loose Part 1" May 10, 2007 Next episode: 2x22 "All Hell Breaks Loose Part 2" May 17, 2007

Question Index: *(questions maybe be out of order, not fully transcribed, and/or labeled correctly due to lack of information) a- Prank-ish, Drag "J2" b- Thoughts on "Fan fiction" c- unknown

(video links and transcripts below the cut)

(*if you notice any mistakes in the video transcripts or found more video coverage of the con please point them out thanks*👍) (*tumblr doesn't like dailymotion vids so I can only hyperlink them*)

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Jensen_sunday_enter_snall by _sin_attract (0:00)-intro

Moderator: -To the stage Mister Jensen Ackles!

Audience screams and claps. Spn’s theme music starts playing. Jensen walks through the room’s door and walks up to the stage, waving at everyone as he went. He shakes hands with the moderator and then stands in front of his chair and looks at the crowd before him. He then grabs the mic from the moderator and raises one of his hands.

**Jensen: **Well, I made it. Huh? (audience woo’s) Heya, bud. (audience laughs) Alright, shall we? (sits down)

Moderator?: (sits down) Absolutely

Jensen: (leans back in chair) Woo!

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Jensen Ackles before Q&A at Asylum by kellybubble (0:00)-intro2

Moderator: Okay, so we get started at 10!

The audience laughs. Jensen flops forward in his chair. The audience laughs harder. The audience starts yelling things.

Moderator: 9.

The audience yells out some more things.

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Jensen_sunday_1 by _sin_attract • (0:00)- Asylum07B;Qa – Prank-ish, J2 Cross Dressing

Moderator: -Person who (?) There was a time when you and Jared- (audience starts yelling) In Brooklyn, I’m sorry. You and Jared dressed up as women or say? (audience laughs, cheers, and claps)

Jensen: (looks at the audience for a while then shrugs at the Moderator) Yeah. (audience and moderator laugh) (sits up) Um, (shrugs) (audience giggles) (?) We were a little bored. There was a, I think- I believe it was, uh- Wigs were being made in the hair and make-up trailers, uh, for some (?movie? or ?reason?) that had (?drill clippings for the mosque?) earlier (?in the evening?) for something that we, uh, were shooting.

Uhhhh, and, um, and for some reason, uuum- Well, I-I don’t know if we were having a few drinks or, uh, (audience laughs) well we just decided to get a little randy and do something bit crazy. So. (audience laughs) We, uh, (?Naomi?) threw our wigs on and-and went in for a-a-a- a rehearsal. And, uh, I guess (?uuh-uh-uh-?) Brooks is, uh, was on and she was, uh- she was, uh, obviously you guys know but, uh, “Asylum.” She was in “Asylum” in the first season. Um, (?We always have to-?) to make the, um, guest stars feel as uncomfortable as possible. (audience laughs) So, we, uh, you know, we tried a few things. (audience giggles)

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Girl ask Jensen Ackles about fanfictions (legendado) by Carol Padalecki • (0:00)- Asylum07B;Qb – Thoughts on “Fan fiction”

Jensen: Thank you.

Fan: I have a question. Uh, yesterday you told us that.. you are very protective of Dean. Uh, what do you think about.. fanfiction? The audience gives a mixed reaction of groaning, cheers, claps. Jensen looks at the moderator and then rubs his eyes. The audience starts clapping. Jensen then rubs his forehead and drags his hand down the side of his face.

Jensen: You- Not you, but s-s-some of those fan fictions have some very, very crazy ideas. (audience laughs and claps) And sometimes very.. disturbing… ideas. (audience laughs) Um, one of my favorites is, um.. wincest. (audience laughs, cheers, and claps) I- I-I- I only hope that my grandmother never sees it. (audience laughs and claps) with-(Jensen laughs) With-

Jared and I got a good laugh out of that one. (audience laughs) Although, it was only brought to our attention because Kim Manners posted it. (audience laughs) So, uh, thanks for that.

Moderator: I think the audience (?were felt?).

Jensen: Moving- Moving on (audience laughs)

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Asylum 1 by nevernilien • (0:00)- Asylum07B;Qc – unknown

The audience cheers and claps

Jensen: Uh, I think one of my favorites is, “Dean! Salt gun!” (audience laughs, cheers, and claps) Ah, I love the way he said that.

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Closing ceremony:

Jensen: Uuhh, (laughs) Listen, this is, uh, this has been my first convention ever. And-and I want to just thank you all for a- for a great experience. And-and it’s been truly nice to see, uh, when you work so hard and you- and you-and you put a lot of.. time and effort and love and blood and sweat and tears in something and you really believe in it. Um, it’s nice to see that people appreciate it. So, I thank you for that from the bottom of my heart. Anddd, I’m going to thank you for Jared as well. Because if he was here, he’d say the same thing. So. Thank you. (audience claps and cheers.) (hands over the mic to Alan Ritchson.)

Alan Ritchson: (?Alright?) I-I think he said it perfectly, I show the same sympathies- (video transistions to Alona)

Alona Tal: (?) Important (?buddy?) that is out here for showing up to see us, because it’s really awesome to us (?) Thanks (?) for preparing all those questions and things that (?) Thank you. (audience claps and cheers. Jensen and Ritchson? clap) (hands the mic to Mack)

Allison Mack: Um, (laughs and looks back at Hartley)

Justin Hartley: Chloe! (audience giggles)

Mack: Yeah, I just thank you. (?As we put it?) Thank you so much, we wouldn’t be able to do what we do if we didn’t have you. So, I appreciate you and I love, uh, coming in here and sharing the attention and appreciation (?). Thank you very, very much. (audience claps) (Mack hands the mic to Hartley) (audience cheers)

Justin Hartley: (?) Guys, mostly ladies, have been, uh, (audience laughs) And, uh, yeah, quite- quite friendly spirits. Because you never know (?) kind of things turn out. (?) been fantastic. So, um, thank you for opening you’rrre proverbial door, and we’ll see you guys next year or something like that. (hands the mic to Jason Manns.) (Audience claps and cheers)

Jason Manns: Uuum, (points the mic at Hartley)

Hartley: (?Throw up?) (audience laughs. Jensen smiles)

Manns: Um, It’s pretty much everything that they said, ditto. And, also, uh, you guys are probably-

The moderator crouches in front of the stage, and then gets back up. The audience laughs.

Manns: (to the moderator) Thank you. (audience laughs) (to the audience) You guys are probably the best crowd that I’ve ever played on a show for. So. (audience cheers and claps. Jensen and Ritchson clap.) Thank you. (hands the mic to Aycox.)

Nicki Aycox: I think everybody has said pretty much exactly.. what it is. And, I’m think I agree with you a lot, if it wasn’t for you guys at all we would not even be doing this. We’d probably be on the streets. Uhm, So. (audience laughs) Thank you very much. And Thank you for being so positive and-and giving us loving words and just that you enjoy it. And, (?) show up so that we are (throws up hand) happy.. to have you guys here to see you. (audience claps. Video skips ahead.)

Jenny Mollen?: (?) from one of these and every time I (?) always blown away by just how- just, you know- I’ve-I’ve never been embraced (?), you know, so many strangers. And, (audience chuckles) (Jensen wipes his forehead) No, no- I – it really is…It’s- such a, you know, wonderful- wonderful feeling. You know, makes (?) the time when you’re (?) in LA and you’re doing your thing and spilling (?) to continue in the world, makes it all sort of worth it. So, Thank you. (hands the mic to Mark Lutz) (audience cheers and claps. Jensen and Ritchson clap.)

Mark Lutz: (scratches head) Yeah, and again. I’d just like to reiterate, you guys have been, uh, fantastic. You know, we really- really appreciate you coming out and-and, uh, (?) with us. And (?) (wipes eyes)(audience laughs) I promised myself I wasn’t gonna cry. (wipes eyes) (audience laughs) But, uh, also I think we would be completely remiss if we didn’t thank the fantastic staff that- (audience claps and cheers) (Mollen leans the mic over to herself and says something) (?) round of applause because they got this thing done. It wasn’t us, so. Yeah, they really deserve, uh, a lot of the applause. And (?Dwayne?) for putting this whole thing on. So, thank you very much. (The audience screams. The Panelists and audience clap.)

Brooke Nevin: (?) Um, (?) Unique (?) This is just one of those extra special treats. (?) extra special and wonderful. (raises hand) You guys rock! Thank you. The audience claps and cheers. All the panelists clap. Brooke places the mic down on the ground. Mollen walks up near the exit to the stage. (?The Moderator blocks her?) Mullen then goes back to the line up on stage. The audience laughs.

Mollen: I thought that we were-

Moderator: (?) There are a lot of people who- (skips)

The actors, now accompanied by body guards, are exiting the stage. The audience is clapping.

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I REALLY liked what you write to my request thank you😭😭😭 Idk if it's because of the hour is late but now I'm curious about how would hsl boys act if they knew they are Candy's first boyfriend and in episode 40, that was her first time- Cause it was my first time, he was my first bf too💀💓😭 Not complaining tho- You said you are busy but when you have time, I wanna know your headcanon about this❤

Heyy! Thank you, it means a lot to me to know you liked it, I had a lot of fun writing that one request 🥺💕

Thanks for requesting again! And since this time is more of a headcanon, which is faster to write, and my insomnia is hitting again, why not?

(before starting, just be aware that it's 5:30am, I didn't sleep at all and I have to stay awake at all costs now bc I'm going to work in some hours, so haha yeah..... Idk how I'll be able to handle it today, but anyways)

Being her first boyfriend

Tbh, I believe it was pretty clear for them by how Candy reacted with the whole "I don't know what to do, what do we do now?" conversation they had after the 1st kiss. And especially for Kentin, he'd known her for a long time so I'm pretty sure he knew she hadn't had a boyfriend before.

(But OFC they all have to be HONOURED to be her 1st boyfriend because our Candies are all royalty ✨ - and y'all reading this are too so don't expect less than royal treatment from your partners, especially if you hadn't had your 1st time. You're special and you should be treated like so!)

Being her first time

Well, for this one I guess it'd be a bit different because It's something definitely more intimate, so...

Armin: we all know he's very chill, and something I love about him is that no matter what he always tries to make the atmosphere lighter and that would be his main goal after knowing he's Candy's 1st time. Of course he wouldn't make it cracking silly jokes, he'd lightly play around with her just to show her in his own way that she's safe with him and that she has nothing to worry about.

Castiel: well Cas is also very chill, he wouldn't be very nervous himself about it because it wouldn't be his 1st time with someone. But I do think he would still be a bit nervous since he wanted their first time together to be as good as possible, and even more after he told Candy he and Debrah had already gone through this before. He knew Candy felt a bit insecure about this at the time, so the last thing he wanted was for her to feel less special than she really was.

Kentin: I'm so sorry for being so blunt, y'all....... but if Kentin was as nervous as I imagine, I wonder how he managed to actually keep it up 💀💀 but I guess the excitement to be with the girl of his dreams and his passion for Candy helped him with that one.

Lysander: I think he would be cool on the outside trying to be all "it's okay. You don't have to worry about that, my love," but his brain would be pretty much melting trying to process the information that he would have to make it 110% more romantic than he had planned.

Nathaniel: my crackhead and sleep-deprived mind literally just imagined him going to his sister to ask for advice, as if amber weren't who she was in HSL... But I do believe Nath would react just like Lys, but not because his number 1 goal was to make it as romantic as possible, but because he was nervous he would make a huge mistake, that he could hurt Candy in some way... He'd be really worried about that :(

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Queer Slammers as Incorrect Quotes

Zack: You often use humor to deflect trauma

Ryker: Thank you

Zack: I didn't say that was a good thing

Ryker: What I'm hearing is, you think I'm funny

Rini: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming

Evan: Does anyone in this godforsaken group ever think before they speak

Azrael: This is a mistake

Ryker, enthusiastically: A mistake we're going to laugh about one day!

Azrael: But not today

Ryker, still enthusiastic: Oh, no. Today's going to be a mess

Ryker: *Gets down on one knee*

Nightmare: Oh my satan, it's finally happening

Ryker: *Falls over*

Nightmare: The poison is kicking in

Rini: I was arrested for being too cool Francis: The charges were dropped due to a lack of supporting evidence

Evan: Welcome, fellow idiots Zack: Hello, Evan Evan: No, no, not you, you're not an idiot Zack: You underestimate me

Evan: God, give me patience Ryker: I think you mean "give me strength" Evan: If God gave me strength, you'd be dead

Nightmare: *Accidentally hits Starlynn in the face* Nightmare: *Trying to decide between saying "I'm fucking sorry" and "Are you okay"* Nightmare: ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY?! Starlynn: WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?!

Starlynn: Please, I'm begging you go to a doctor Ryker: I'm sorry is this OUR stab wound? Stay out of it.

Starlynn: Date someone who will drag you outside at 3am to look at the stars Francis: If anyone, and I mean anyone, wakes me up at 3am to look at the damn sky they will be removed indefinitely from my life

Nightmare: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated Zack: Killed without hesitation Nightmare: No

Azrael: We want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives Starlynn: I wake up at 4:30am Nightmare: Nightmare: We want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives

Azrael: You know, I'm starting to regret showing you how to use the blender Ryker, drinking toast: Why do you say that?

Ryker: A theif Francis: Thief? Ryker: Theif. Francis: I before E, except after C Ryker: Thceif Francis: No

Evan: If there's going to be a big dramatic scene, wait until I get back Nightmare: Of course, I can't flip this table myself

Francis, going over Nightmare's resume: Okay, so right here, it states that you’re creative Nightmare: Yes Francis: Okay... may I know what you create? Nightmare: Problems

Ryker: You're the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you Nightmare: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule. Ryker: Absolutely not

Zack: Nightmare... Why did you draw a pentagram on the floor? Nightmare: Your text told me to satanize the house before you returned. Zack: Zack: I wrote sanitize, Nightmare.

Ryker: Top 30 reasons why Ryker is sorry... Number 5 will surprise you! Azrael: Top 30 anime deaths. Number One: YOUR FUCKING ASS RIGHT NOW!!!

Starlynn: Can you please be serious for five minutes? Rini: My record is four, but I think I can do it.

Azrael: Nightmare was banned from the chicken shack, so we had to go out of town to get some Nightmare: Well, they shouldn’t say “all you can eat” if they don’t mean it. Starlynn: Nightmare, you ate a chair.

Ryker: .. .----. -- / ... --- .-. .-. -.-- [translation: I’M SORRY] Evan: What's that? Ryker: Remorse code. Evan: I'm even angrier now.

Azrael: Ryker... Ryker: Oh no, 'Ryker' in b-flat. Ryker: You're disappointed.

Ryker: So are we flirting right now? Nightmare: I AM LITERALLY STABBING YOU Ryker: That doesn’t answer my question

Ryker: *Stubs their toe* FUCK! Starlynn: Mind your language! Ryker: What else am I supposed to say, “Woe is I”??? Starlynn: Ryker: You have to accept that swear words are necessary sometimes.

Ryker: What if the 'g' in 'gif' is silent Starlynn: Go the fuck to sleep Ryker: What gif I don't want to? Starlynn: Screw You

Ryker: What’s up guys? I’m back Nightmare: What the- you can’t be here. You’re dead. I literally saw you die. Ryker: Death is a social construct

Nightmare: I would do anything for money. *later* Nightmare, covered in blood: THE STATEMENT STILL STANDS!

Starlynn, opening a Capri Sun: Guess I'll drink my sorrows away.

Starlynn, to the squad: And remember, if I get harsh with you it is only because you’re doing it all wrong.

Ryker: STOP! *Everyone stops* Ryker: wAiT a MiNuTe-

Evan: *Plays Slender: The Eight Pages* *Jumpscare* Evan: *Jumps back* OH SHIT, IT'S A WHITE GUY!!!

Zack: I'm so tired of this life. I want to be a roomba. I want knives taped to me. And I want to be set loose.

Francis: Fuck capitalism. It's a rigged system that keeps us poor and it isn't fair. You shouldn't need to work three jobs to afford basic necessities. Francis, playing Monopoly: Sorry, if you wanted to win you should have tried not being poor.

Evan: New challenge! Don't say stupid shit for 24 hours!

Ryker, lying on the floor, depressed: I'll never be a cop. I'm gonna have to be a robber

Francis: Like, no offense to myself and all, but what the fuck am I actually doing?

Ryker: Yeah I'm LGBT. Ryker: cuLt leader. Ryker: God hates me personally. Ryker: cowBoy hat. Ryker: *sniffles* Trying my best.

Rini: I like wearing oversized sweaters. Not just because they're extremely comfy and cuddly, but because whenever the sleeves are really big, I get to flop them around and smack people.

Azrael: Isn't it amazing how I can feel so bad and still look so good?

Nightmare: Maybe the real monster was the friends we both literally and figuratively murdered along the way.

Ryker: Woah dude, premarital handholding? That’s just not cool or groovy.

Azrael: I warned you. Azrael: I'm perfect.

Rini: You know the sound a fork makes in the garbage disposal? That's the sound that my brain makes all the time.

Azrael: I'm usually that person who has no idea what's going on.

Azrael: I'm a firm believer in "if you're going to fail, you might as well fail spectacularly."

Nightmare: My ultimate goal is to punch God in the eye, just to spite him one last time.

Zack: Hey, quick question. How petty am I allowed to be?

Evan: I dunno if I'm ready to process the ramifications of this bullshit.

Nightmare: It's not like I try to blow things up, exactly. It just sort of happens. You've got to admit though, fire is fascinating.

Nightmare: I am literally evil incarnate. Nightmare: I’m not actually, I just enjoy being evil. Nightmare: Which I think actually makes it even more evil because I’m making a conscious effort.

Nightmare: I like to play this game called nap roulette. I take a nap and don’t set an alarm. Will it be 20 min or 4 hours? Nobody knows. It’s risky and I like it.

Evan: I keep a picture of all of us in my wallet. Whenever I face difficulties, I take it out and stare at the picture. The Squad: Awwww- Evan: And I tell myself "If I can deal with these idiots, then I can deal with anything." The Squad: Oh.

Zack: I have seen a lot of murders in my time, and all six of them were today.

Francis, working at McDonald's: Sorry sir, we don't serve a McFuck here, so either you throw that one slice of pickle out or we're gonna have a McProblem.

Evan: I’ve never smoked marijuana. I ate a brownie once at a party. It was intense. It was kind of indescribable. I felt like I was floating. Turns out there was no pot in the brownie. It was just an insanely good brownie.

Francis: Then either Sonic is a god or could kill god, and I do not care if there is a difference.

Evan: Now, the recipe calls for 2 shots of vodka. Evan: *upends the bottle*

Nightmare/Ryker: Am I a boy? Am I a girl? It doesn't matter. I'm going to burn your house down.

Nightmare: Raisins. It's nature's candy.

Starlynn: I love the term 'partners'. Are we dating? Are we robbing a bank? Are we the dedicated detectives who investigate these vicious felonies and are members of an elite squad known as the special victims unit? Who knows.

#ocs #my ocs #incorrect quotes #Ryker Rosestone #Azrael Rosestone #Rosestone Siblings #Rini PowdeFleur #Francis Porter #Evan Carrero #Zack Flowers #Nightmare Flowers #Disaster Duo #Cursed Duo

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3. what if i’m someone i don’t want around?

A/N: Hey guys!! Look at me, only a month or so between chapters this time!!! I'm really excited to get this chapter out for you guys, it's got a lot of surprises and answers for you guys!! But maybe also more questions, too 🤨😂 I hope you enjoy!! Thank you for patiently waiting for this chapter's arrival!!!

Summary: A look into the life and mind of Steve, where everything isn't exactly as it seems.

Tags: Guys, Imma be honest, this chapter is heavy and dark. Head the tags for the story itself, guys. This chapter is not at all fun. Non-con, physical abuse, violence.

Song Inspiration For Chapter Title: Falling By Harry Styles

Word Count: 3,932

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Not beta'd, all mistakes are my own.

"How long? How long have you been messin' around with someone else, Steve?"

It just keeps replaying in his head, over and over again.

"Nevermind, don't answer that, I didn't mean to ask it."

He knew that Bucky had meant that literally. His mouth tended to get a little ahead of his brain sometimes, it had always been like that.

"Buck. I'm sorry."

And he meant it. Even if Bucky didn't believe him.

"Really? That's your play?"

He'd forgotten himself for a moment. Let his guard down. So, he closed himself off. He had to play his part, right? He placed that sly smirk on his face, doing everything he could to convince the other man that he had inappropriate intentions. And it worked. He wished it hadn't worked as well as it did. The look on Bucky's face as he turned away stung. It stung a lot. But Steve knew that he had no right to feel that way when he was the one that hurt Bucky. But he couldn't really help it. The whole situation was just full of pain. And there was no way around it, no way at all. A warm, gentle hand placing itself on his chest disturbed his thoughts. The voice that spoke next pulled him out of his head entirely.

"Hey, baby. You okay?" Sam asks him.

Steve places his hand over Sam's and turns his head to look into the other man's deep, brown eyes. "Yeah, Sam. I'm okay."

Sam sighs softly as he sits up, sitting back against the headboard and gesturing for Steve to follow suit. "You're thinking about Bucky again, aren't you? Steve, you don't need to worry about him. He earned all this because of the way he treated you." Sam says as he wraps an arm around Steve, holding him against his side.

Ah, yes. The way he treated me. Steve gives a pitiful strug and looks down, grabbing Sam's left hand and tracing random patterns into his palm. "Bucky and I still just have a lot of history, is all. You know that."

Sam rubs up and down Steve's arm and kisses the top of his head. "Well, that's in the past now. You don't ever have to even think about him again." Sam says matter-of-factly, as if that's all it took to take Bucky from Steve's mind. Oh, Sam. How I wish I could tell you the truth. But he can't.

Steve forces a relaxed smile onto his face and looks up at Sam, pecking his lips softly. "Well then maybe we should think about what to have for breakfast instead." He says as he slips out from under the blankets, placing his bare feet on the ground. He hears Sam chuckle and then stretch as Steve grabs his phone from the bedside table. As he unlocks his phone and pulls down his notification bar, he sees a text message. '9:30am.' The message was sent an hour ago. The current time is 9:32am.

Steve quickly scrambles up and away from the bed. Shit, shit, shit. He grabs his clothes and starts putting them on as quick as he can manage.

"Woah, woah, Steve, what's going on?" Sam questions, giving him a look of confusion and concern.

"Training with Brock, I forgot it was happening today." Steve rushes out as he pulls his shirt over his head. "I'm late."

Sam relaxes and rolls his eyes, getting up and grabbing a pair of sweatpants out of his dresser. "Babe, Brock's just an asshole. You don't actually have to rush to be there on time just cause he's a jerk when you're late." Sam states exasperatedly.

Steve swallows as he grabs his jacket off of the chair in the corner of the room. "Y-yeah, I know that." He grabs his keys, phone, and wallet and walks up to Sam. "But you know I hate being late." He says.

Sam sighs dramatically. "Yes, I know. Doesn't mean I won't miss having you around for breakfast."

"I know." Steve leans in and gives Sam a quick kiss. "But I'll make it up to you, I promise."

"You better!" Sam calls as Steve rushes past him and out of the bedroom, quickly making it to the front door and heading out.

On the drive over to Brock's, Steve can't stay still. Even as he's driving, one of knees is jiggling or his fingers are tapping against the steering wheel. It's a 10 minute drive to Brock's apartment that he shares with Sharon from Sam's house, so him being completely late is inevitable. And Steve knows that Brock is going to do more than just "be a jerk" as Sam put it. But Sam doesn't know that. He doesn't know anything. None of the real things, anyways. There's lies everywhere. Not with Brock, though. Brock knew the truth. But if anything, that makes things much, much worse for Steve, not better.

When Steve gets there, he hurries inside the building and up the stairs, knowing his fate is already sealed. He enters the apartment and closes the door behind him, slipping his jacket off and hanging it on the hook by the door. As he does that, he feels arms wrap around him, and it takes everything in him to stay still rather than pushing the arms away.

"Hey there, Stevie. You're late, baby, did you realize that?" Brock says, his chin resting on Steve's shoulder and a cigarette in his mouth.

"Yes. I-I'm sorry, I didn't wake up until a f-few minutes after 9:30. Then I had to drive over from S-Sam's place and that's like 10 minutes away, s-so..." Steve trails off, taking a shaky breath.

Brock runs his hands up Steve's sides, pushing his shirt up. "All I hear," Brock whispers into Steve's ear after pulling the cigarette out of his mouth. "Is excuses, excuses, excuses." Before he finishes speaking, he does exactly what Steve had been waiting for. Right in the middle of his right side, Steve feels the hot cigarette eating away at his skin. His jaw clenches and he bites down on his tongue harshly, eyes squeezed shut as he huffs out through his nose.

"Ahhh, look at little Stevie. You're getting better at it, aren't you, baby?" Brock chuckles darkly. "But I think you'll still need a few more lessons before you get it exactly right." As the next mark burns into his skin, Steve lets himself fade away into his happy place, just like he has hundreds of times before.

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He thought about Bucky. About that last time they were together before everything changed. It was the morning before Brock arrived in town. Bucky usually had to head to work pretty early, so Steve made sure to wake up with him so that they could always have breakfast together since they wouldn't see each other for most of the day. At the moment, Bucky was showering as Steve got dressed. As Steve pulled his shirt over his head, his eyes caught the paper taped to the wall above his desk. It was a poem. A poem written for him by Bucky. Steve smiled warmly and sat in the desk chair, leaning forward and reading through the words on the page for the millionth time since Bucky had given it to him:

'You come out of the darkness, shining brighter than all of the stars combined

It's because of this, I'm so glad you're mine

No one else gets to experience all the things you do to me

And I wouldn't have it any other way

The good, the bad, and the ugly

I'll sit with you through all of it

I'll never run, I'll never stray

From the moment we met, I knew that I'd stay

You're my home, my resting place

Give me all your love and I'll give you mine

It was when I first saw you

That I first started to believe in the divine

Because it must be true, for there to exist an angel like you

The fact that you love me

Is almost too good to be true

Just the thought of my life ahead

Sets my mind alight and my emotions haywire

Because you, my love, are all I see there'

Steve sighed dreamily, all lovesick and happy. Bucky's the love of his life, his soulmate, and he can't imagine ever being with anyone else. If he ever lost Bucky, whether to death or someone else or just life in general, he wasn't sure he'd be able to survive it. Him and Bucky had been through a lot together and even before they started dating, Steve knew that theirs was an unbreakable bond. He wanted to marry this man and he had every intention to do so.

"Hey there, doll." Bucky said as he placed a hand on Steve's back, pulling Steve out of his daydreaming.

"Hello, my love." Steve said, turning around and beaming at his boyfriend as he stood up and pushed the chair in.

"What's that smile for?" Bucky questions, raising an eyebrow at the blonde-haired man.

Steve grabs Bucky's hands and holds them close to his chest as he stands close to his boyfriend, looking into the bright blue-gray of his eyes. "You just make me happy, that's all. I'm so glad you're mine." Steve said softly, nothing but love and affection in his eyes.

Bucky returns Steve's bright smile, squeezing Steve's hands. "Me too. I love you so much." And then he leaned down and gave Steve a sweet, lingering kiss that made both of them melt and sigh in content.

As they both pulled away, Bucky locked the fingers of one hand with Steve's and led them out of the bedroom. It was Steve's turn to make breakfast, so while he put together cheese omelets and cooked sausage links, Bucky made coffee and poured juice for them, both of them falling into the familiar and comforting routine that they'd kept up for years.

That morning, they'd talked and laughed without a single care in the world, knowing nothing of the disaster headed their way later that same day. If Steve had known then what he does now, he would've convinced Bucky to stay home that day. He would've taken Bucky back to bed and they would've just stayed in their room that day, shutting out the rest of the world, lost in their love for each other. And later that day, when there was a knock at the apartment door, Bucky would be there to see through Brock's lies when Steve couldn't and everything would still be okay. They never would've argued, Steve never would've gone out drinking with Brock, Brock and Bucky never would've gotten into a fight, and Steve never would've realized that even Bucky isn't strong enough to save him.

But all of that did happen, and there's no turning back now. No matter how badly Steve wishes there was.

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When Steve comes back to the present time, he's being slammed against a wall roughly. He winces at the impact, trying to get his breath back as all the air is pushed from his lungs. He feels Brock's breath against the back of his neck and he tries to keep his face neutral, no matter how badly he wants to grimace in fear and disgust. Suddenly, he hears high pitched laughter and the sounds of a third person in the room.

"C'mon, Brock, just fuck the boy already. You know you want to, you're practically panting for it." Sharon says, her voice full of snark and amusement.

Brock laughs. "Oh, shut it. It's called savoring the moment, ever heard of it? Now get me another cigarette. Put yourself to some good use instead of just standing there watching like the little freak you are." Brock orders, voice firm but filled with an undercurrent of the same amusement Sharon had.

It took every ounce of willpower Steve had not to squirm or cringe or make a noise of disgust. If he moves a single itch or makes a single sound right now without being ordered to do so by Brock, things will get 10x worse for him. So he keeps still and silent, wishing he could ignore the little game they're playing.

Steve feels the front of Brock's body press all the way against the back of his own as Sharon leans against Brock, placing a cigarette in his mouth and lighting it for him. Steve can't see any of this, but he can tell by the little hum he can hear from Sharon, the light scratch of Sharon's nails against Brock's stubble, and the click of the lighter, so close to his ear that he half expects to feel the pain of another burn on his skin, but he doesn't.

It's almost like Brock can read his mind, because Steve hears him let out a low laugh. "Don't worry, sweetheart. We need all that precious hair of yours. Otherwise, I can't properly play with you how I want to." To emphasize his point, he suddenly grabs a handful of Steve's hair and pulls the man's head back roughly. Steve's mouth falls open in a silent gasp of pain as his fingernails dig into the drywall in front of him.

Sharon laughs at the show in front of her and suddenly her long fingernails are digging into Steve's shoulder through his t-shirt. Steve clamps his teeth down onto his bottom lip to keep the whimpering sob that comes up his throat from escaping any further. Both of the people behind him snicker as Sharon walks away from them and Steve wishes he was anywhere but here. Anywhere at all. Hell would be easier than this.

"Do you remember the first time we did it like this? You do, don't you, baby?" Brock questions right in his ear, his focus clearly back to the task at hand. Steve does remember. Of course he does. How could he not? It was the worst day of his life. The one he wishes he could redo most of all.

"Yes." Steve speaks quietly, trying his best to keep his voice even. He knew the question wasn't rhetorical and staying silent wouldn't help him any.

Steve can't help his repulsed shudder as Brock practically purrs, taking his hands off of Steve's side and back and trailing them down to other places, removing clothing as Steve tries not to think about what comes next. The attempt is futile. As Steve feels the cold air hit his now exposed skin, his traitorous mind reminds him of that time Brock mentioned, the first time this happened. Not the first time Brock's dick had been inside him. No, that happened so many years ago, during the first time they had dated. And that first time had happened with Steve's full consent, unlike now. Unlike that night. As Brock grips Steve's hips tightly, Steve finds himself somewhere else. When Brock pushes him forward and pins him to the wall entirely, forcing Steve's head to turn to the side, it's like he can feel the scrape of the brick on his cheek all over again.

"I'm fine, Bucky, I promise. I was drunk and I slipped and fell, that's all. I already cleaned it up and everything." Steve had told his boyfriend the next morning. And Bucky had believed him. Of course he did. Why wouldn't he? But that's not what had happened. Not at all. That night when Steve went out drinking with Brock, that's when Brock had struck, like a predator lying in wait, waiting for the exact right moment. They had left the bar after Brock had gotten back from wherever he was. He told Steve that he was gonna take him home. There's nothing else he could've been doing anyways, right? They stopped at an alleyway two buildings away from the bar. Brock said he needed to take a leak. So, Steve stood there waiting for him, looking out at the street with blurry vision and swimming thoughts, his shoulder leaning against the brick wall of the building beside him. That was his next mistake of many that night. Keeping his back turned away from the man with him. Suddenly, he found himself pushed roughly up against that wall, pinned down.

"What the fuck, Brock? Get off of me!" Steve had slurred. Brock just laughed, the sound coming closer as the black-haired man pushed himself all the way against him. Steve's blood ran cold as he felt the hardness between Brock's legs push against him, the color draining from his face. The way he started to struggle is so different to the absolute stillness of his present self in the same situation. Then the other man is grabbing hold of the back of his jacket and pulling him backward only to slam him forward again, Steve's head bouncing off of the wall as black spots appear in his already clouded vision. But he didn't pass out. No, the universe wasn't kind enough to give him that luxury. Instead, he has to be awake to feel every single stretch and burn and scratch and bruise. Every painful, pounding thrust as Brock takes what isn't his.

For an indefinite amount of time, Steve fades away, his past and present blurring together until he doesn't know where he actually is anymore. Hot, stinging tears stream down his face, his past self's choked sobs and cries a stark contrast to his present self's resigned silence. After awhile, he starts seeing it all from a third person perspective. An out of body experience, watching his own eyes dull more and more with every push of the other man inside of him against the starry night backdrop of a memory as well as a hollow shell of himself staying still and letting himself be played with like some doll against the white wall backdrop of his current reality. Eventually, Steve just goes numb to it all. He's sure that's not exactly a good thing, but it's his only solace in this neverending cycle of pain, so he doesn't really care.

When he finally comes to again, he finds himself slumped against the wall, his legs shaking and barely keeping him upright, the feel of a lukewarm liquid dripping down his leg that he really doesn't want to think about. He can feel the tear tracts drying on his face and his nose is a bit runny.

"Get up, little Steve, time to go!" He hears Sharon say, the cheeriness in her voice teasing in the cruel kind of way. "We have guests coming over soon and Brock wants you out of here before they arrive. You know he'd love to keep you around a little longer, but business is business as they say. I'm sure you understand. Tell Sam "Hi" for me, yeah?" She giggles, all mocking and saccharine.

Steve can hear the sound of the shower from further in the apartment, which explains why Brock isn't telling Steve any of this himself. He sniffles as he pushes himself up to the best of his ability with arms just as shaky as his legs. He quickly pulls up his underwear and pants, not even bothering to give Sharon a response. Brock, he has to reply to. His little minion, he does not. He rushes out the door without a second thought, closing the door quietly behind him.

He makes it to his car as fast as he can and leaves, knowing his destination right away. But it isn't Sam he's headed to. No, Steve needs to talk to someone else. Someone who knows the full truth. The only one who knows everything besides Steve, Brock, and all of Brock's little friends. He steps on the gas and starts the almost 2-hour drive.

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By a little past 3pm, Steve arrives at the secluded two-story house surrounded by woods, parking around back with the other cars. He gets out and locks his car, stretching and wincing in the process. He walks around the house to the front door, knocking a few times. After a moment, the door opens and Steve smiles warmly at the older woman.

"Steve, hello!" She greets him, blowing a strand of her black hair out of her face, hands on her hips. "What brings you here?" She asks.

Steve chuckles softly. "Just stopping by for a chat. Is Natasha here by any chance?" He asks politely.

"Yes! Да! Of course!" She exclaims, stepping aside to let him in. "Every Sunday and Monday! But you know that, you're here with her half the time."

Steve grins, stepping across the threshold. "That's true, that's true. I just wanted to make sure. Thank you, Melina. You're always so kind." He smiles softly at her as she closes the door behind him and locks it.

"You don't need to thank me, Steve. You know you're always welcome, whether Natasha is here or not." She tells him, patting his shoulder gently. "Now, go, go. Natasha's in the kitchen. I have more work to do down in the basement. Help yourself to whatever, make yourself at home, you know the drill." She tells him, ushering him in the direction of the kitchen before walking off to the basement, where she does her work. Steve shakes his head fondly as he heads to the kitchen in search of Nat.

He steps into the kitchen doorway and knocks lightly on the doorframe with one knuckle. When Nat turns to him, he tries to give her a smile, but with just the two of them there, he can't help but let all the barely there warmth he had with Melina slip away. His small smile falters and he lets it drop immediately, his shoulders slumping.

Nat comes over to him immediately. "Oh, Steve. Tell me what happened now." She says softly, looking at him with concern and worry, just a small hint of anger in her eyes that Steve knew wasn't directed at him.

"It was so bad, Nat." Steve tells her, tears he didn't know he was still capable of producing springing to his eyes.

She goes to place a hand on his shoulder but she pulls back again when he winces, her eyes hardening. "Come on. Let's go to the bathroom and get you cleaned up while we talk about it." She says, grabbing his arm gently and tugging him away from the kitchen and towards the bathroom. Steve follows her without question, feeling relief and appreciation swell in his chest. At least I still have Natasha, he thinks gratefully. At least she's still on my side.

A/N: Tada!!! Poor Steve :(( He's going through a really tough time right now and both of our boys are just sad. But I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter!!! All feedback is appreciated, lemme know what you think!!! Also, just in case any of you are interested, I'm going to be posting a lil' spinoff story from this one, but it's going to focus on Yelena and Wanda!! It's not a required read to anyone who just wants to follow the Steve and Bucky side of things and vice versa!! But it all exists in the same universe and you might get lil' hints of other characters and relationships and whatnot as the story progresses. So if any of you are interested, then keep an eye out!! I'm not entirely sure when I'll be able to get it out, tbh, but I'm hoping sometime in the next month or two at the most, depending on how things go. Anyways, love y'all 💜

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4/7/2024

okay okay today is a good day. very good day. for the last two days i’ve been sleeping until 2-3pm and then staying bed all day, but today my dad woke me up at like 9:30am and by 10am i was actually up. we went to home depot and got screws for this car part my dad is fixing and wood for a ramp to connect the chicken run and the coop. i went with him to see if they had the foam i need for my project (fursuit partial :D) and they did but in the wrong thickness, i need half inch and maybe 1 inch for the details if it’s not too expensive. but they only had like. 5 inch or something. it was really thick and also dirty cause people kept putting their foot on it and pressing down to see how dense it was, LOL.

after that i got some chocolate pretzels and an energy drink. “chocolate pretzels” looks like it’s spelt SO wrong but it’s not… anyway then we went home and i went inside, i started watching rise and then when i got to insane in the mama train i was texting my friend and started unprompted infodumping to them about my rise of the tmnt AU. lol. i sent like 5 paragraphs that all almost hit the text limit. and then said i was out infodumping donnie and called me autistic. (not a malicious or “haha ur weird” way, it’s cause i’m actually autistic and acting autisticly.)

i decided after i finished typing up my last giant paragraph i would copy and paste all of that into a doc and organize it so i can show my uncle, after we finish the show of course. basically like an outline with all of the events and plot of my AU. i was working on that when my mom came into the kitchen with some scraps and asked me to take it to the chickens, then do the dishes when i got back. which she’s been asking me to do for 2 days now and which i just finished doing 2 seconds before writing this paragraph. i’m very sorry mama, i kept genuinely forgetting and i feel bad.

after i gave papa the scraps i was checking out the coop, yesterday he installed a super fancy door on the chicken coop that opens and closes automatically at a set time, it even opens back up if it senses a chicken under it so they can’t get hurt. we tested it out with some sticks. anyway earlier he finished the ramp that goes up to it and started adding chicken wire windows so there’s more fresh air coming into the coop. he also added a piece of wood that will act as a curtain so like when it’s nice and daytime you can prop the wood up and the windows are open, then when it’s cold or night time you can put the wood down and it hangs in front of the windows, keeping all the cold air and predators out.

i took the puppy for a walk because neither of us liked having her just tied up to the bench outside the greenhouse/coop on a short leash. papa said he’d like to make a little wire run for her between the trees, while she’s still a baby and can’t run off on her own. once she’s older she won’t need to be leashed up but as a baby she keeps chasing the chicks and her and my sister’s dogs haven’t warmed up to each other i think so they might have issues if they try to take them out. idk. she just can’t go off on her own as a baby. but it’s sad to have her on a lil leash. also while i was walking her i had shorts on which is a horrible mistake to make when walking the dog because she kept jumping on me and trying to bite my legs off. it doesn’t hurt so bad when there’s fabric between teeth and my skin but when there isn’t it is very painful.

also apparently papa’s bee are swarming which means they’re just up and leaving. he said he had split them earlier, (when you simulate a swarm, and make them think they already did it, so they don’t fly off into some random place and make a new hive.) and he thought he did it right but they’re swarming anyway. he’s set up new hives but they seem to not like them i guess, and he also has a few traps in the trees and hopefully the bees will swarm into those so that he can just move them back to where the regular hives are and they’ll think nothing of it.

also my mom wants to know whether or not when we got on our trip later this year if i wanna go to the zoo with my sister and nephew or a bus tour with my other sister and mother, and i’m not sure yet. i’m still deciding.

i’ve totally been slacking on my kana which make’s me think i’m going to be horrible at keeping up with Anki, (doing the moeway 30 day method) i’m probably gonna have to adjust this method for myself a bit because it requires actual discipline / commitment, like missing a single day sets back your progress a ton and makes it significantly more difficult to get back on track, and i don’t have that at the moment. i’ve also got most of my schoolwork caught up but haven’t studied at all. i only have one computer science lesson left to do. i totally bombed my computer science test and got 56% on it, which set my grade back from about a 91% to a 79%. a single test should not affect my grade that heavily, like seriously wtf. how did i got from an A to a C over ONE assignment.

anyway… that’s my day so far. will update if anything else happens

nothing else happened that’s my day. goodbye!

#blog #what tags should i even use

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babysitting storytime?? not a good one tho lol

its kinda long so be aware. also, sorry for any spelling/grammer mistakes, english isnt my first language.

ok so BACKROUND: theres this couple + two daughters (7 and 5 y/o) who lives two floors below me & my family, and both the parents had to work and they needed someonw to watch their girls from 8am to almost 5pm (so about 9h).

Usually my little sis babysits for them but she had plans + she didnt feel like shes ready to babysit for so long (its the first family shes babysitting for), so she offered me the job. and me, being me, took it without thinking twice (spoiler alart, BIG MISTAKE).

so i wake up in the morning and i feel really ill, i almost threw up a few times and my stomach really hurts, but i dont have much time to worry about it so i suck it up like a big kid, drink my coffe, take the dog for a walk, come home, finish my coffe, and go to their house.

so, get to these girls apartment at 8am sharp, and everything is fine for the first few hours, they’re snacking some chips and drinking WAY to much chocolate milk, as well as watching wired youtubes on the tv, they were honestly very well behaved at the begining tbh, so i just let them be.

at like 11:30am they started being hungry and they asked me for some fruites, so i was like “okay :)” and went to cut some fruites and stuff for them. i cut them a peach and washed them two different types of grapes, put it all on a plate and brought it to them.

then, they said they want corn schnitzel and i was like, “okay, well you can eat the fruites while i make u some” and went to the kitchen. what i didnt know was that they were starting to play with the fruits instead of eating them, so i came back to find the grapes, still uneaten, but covered in green liquid sope (???), and one (1) pice of peach was eaten. thats it. no girls.

at this point its about 12:45pm and they’re not in the living room where i left them. why? because APPARENTALLY, they decided that braking into their parents room (which was locked, btw, dont ask me how tf they got in) to steal some Mentos, was the best thing to do after murdering fruites.

i caught them right before they found the Mentos, and brought them to the dining table to eat the schnitzel they asked for. after they ate they decided to play a game called “trying to get into mom and dad’s room to steal stuff”, and i had to literally STAND AND GAURD THE DOOR TO MAKE SURE THEY WERENT STEALING SHIT.

then, as they relized that I was the main problem, they decided to start trowing things at me. moestly shoes and crayons and markers and dolls. i asked them to stop multipul times and tryed to talk to them like big girls, until they decided to take it one step forwared, and throw a PAIR OF SCISSURES directly at me.

it didnt hit me bc i moved, and then i yelled at them that they’re not supposed to be throwing sharp stuff like that, especially not at people. they didnt give TWO SHITS, and their way of showing me that was to throw the scissures at me AGAIN.

at that point i kinda gave up, maybe bc i was tired, maybe bc i was feeling kinda ill, maybe bc i was hungry, or maybe bc ive had enough stuff thrown at me a this point. fuck knows, the point is, i fucking had it.

i got away from the door and yelled at them that i hope they treat the next babysitter to watch them better than that (bc FUCK IT im not going back in there, especially not for enother 9 fucking houres.) and that ill be telling their mom everything.

they obviusly were like “yeah we dont really care”. and when im telling u i was so close to snapping, i mean i was SO FUCKING CLOSE. so, i did what every reasonable adult would have done, and i sat on the couch in the living room and had a silent meltdown while the girls i was supposed to be watching were stealing cendy from their parents :).

after about 15 muinets (so it was about 2pm) of silently crying, they came to apologize to me, but i was so fucking angry (i still am and its 10pm) that all i did was telling them that i dont want their apology, and again, that i hope they would treat the next babysitter better, and then i got up and went to the kitchen floor to text heir mom.

long story short: their mom called me and scolded them that it wasnt ok and shit, but im still angry (both that they think they have the right to throw a pair of scissures at me, and that they actually made me scared. the rest of the babysitting they behaved and shit so i hid in the bathroom, bc i was shaking (im still a bit shaky for some reason) and honestly i didnt feel like i could face them).

#idk how to fucking tag this nightmare of a day. deal with it.

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Why Does Anyone Actually Believe These Social Media Nanny Requirements Are Real?

What is actually satire is typically dropped to some social media consumers.

getty As we’re now in the middle of August, it usually means again to school is both appropriate all over the corner or maybe even here. Therefore, it isn’t stunning that some mom and dad are now actively searching for a nanny or baby treatment employee – and lots of have discovered that social media can be a fantastic spot to join with candidates.

Having said that, his 7 days, a Facebook listing for a nanny was in a word “extraordinary.” The original poster’s account facts ended up concealed but evidently the calls for had been way further than what any person could moderately anticipate from even the most specialist nanny.

Faculty is commencing once again, and that signifies we after once more require a nanny! Make sure you browse ALL of these demands. You require to have a master’s degree or increased so that our 5-yo and 7-yo will be intellectually challenged. (No, your “bachelor of english” does not necessarily mean you are good! Sorry!) You need to be amongst 24-28 years of age to preserve up with the activity amount of our kiddos. And remember to system to have your possess housing, don’t believe you will be keeping with us Sure, we have extra home, but the privilege is earned, not assumed. We require you from 7am8:30am and 3:00pm-6:00pm every single weekday, and the shell out will be $18 each day. Approach to carry “snacks” or other foods for the kiddos as our cabinets will be locked all through the day whilst we do the job. You will also will need to bring instructional resources this sort of as workbooks as we do not maintain something like this at residence. Thanks!

It failed to choose very long on Thursday for this to go viral with numerous commenting that the occupation demands were being extra than a bit above-the-top. What was also notable was a 2nd submit that was just as extreme and perhaps even extra nonsensical.

In accordance to the job listing, while a master’s diploma was not essential, a “Bachelors Diploma in Childcare OR 9 a long time of suitable babysitting expertise” was amid the standards. Similarly, this certain guardian additional demanded, “No tattoos. No medicine. No alcoholic beverages. No sketchy social media actions AND/OR general public pics,” as well as adding, “Ideally will be a Trump lover.”

Numerous people on social media have questioned what variety of man or woman would be expecting these kinds of requirements to be fulfilled by any nanny. In simple fact, if anything it is the reactions that are definitely comical.

Actual? Unlikely

A search throughout Facebook, and other web-sites have failed to obtain basically who originally posted these position listings – so the authenticity won’t be able to be confirmed. If real, both equally still examine like pure satire and are most likely a remark on the state of the occupation sector, and what the “Karens of The united states” normally anticipate right now.

The first article requires that their small children be intellectually challenged, however it is riddle with grammatical mistakes. Also, the spend of $18 a working day is plainly a joke, particularly as the would-be applicant is essential to convey (and so pay out for) “snacks” for the kiddos. In accordance to the U.S. Bureau of Labor Data, the median pay for youngster care personnel was $13.22 per hour as of Might 2021, so clearly few persons would be ready to do the job for $3 an hour.

The second write-up also reads like a parody of an affluent MAGA follower – the type of person who needs a Native English speaker but will make payment for provider below the desk.

Now it is correct that there are a good deal of individuals who do post what can rightfully be explained as “a little bit unreasonable” demands whilst hunting for a nanny/babysitter through social media. That is what makes these latest posts perhaps to some degree convincing, but obviously they are intended to mock individuals who are looking for low-cost assist.

Supplied the state of the globe, they were absolutely good for a snicker.

https://socialwicked.com/why-does-anyone-actually-believe-these-social-media-nanny-requirements-are-real/

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cixteenyne · 2 years

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Gone For good (2 - Aftermath)

I’m happy this was actually liked! enjoy!

Genre: Angst, Hurt-No Comfort

Prompt: Cheating (continued) Part 1

CELESTIA WELCOMES YOU, DIVINE ONE

It was the type of shock of putting hours of dedication into an exam, just to fail. Nmh, this must be how Noelle felt, yes?

Well it was fucking unbearable.

For him, he didn't know how you were holding up. You avoided him at all costs, his cockiness told him that you'd break down at the sight of him, hating that you still loved him. It wasn't true, but he still kept hope.

When he found out you weren't coming back, he quickly put together as to why. It was Keaya after all. Ever the cunning. He didn't know you were still in Mondstat, thought you escaped him through Liyue, or the infamous Inazuma. The tavern became his best friend, but oddly enough, Diluc became scarce. He never spoke a word to Diluc, entering. Drinking. Spacing. Leaving. But never a word, a glance. Nothing, but he would act as if nothing happened if confronted.

He always acted as if nothing happened, as if he didn't just shatter your self esteem, your heart, what you thought were genuine ‘i love you’s. It enraged you. The type of rage of knowing that acceptance just wasn't an option any more, screaming your lungs out sounded better.

So that's what you did. You did it all the time, if your voice got meek from yelling, you'd wait it out, let it heal, and do it all again.

He would probably get so much sick ‘revenge’ out of knowing how much he was getting to you, that the thought of him could cause you to wear yourself out. So his earlier thought wasn't much of a lie, you would break at the sight of him, but not quite in sadness.

You woke up at the same time every night. 4:30AM. The time he would slip into bed, soundless. Cunning. Donning that coy smile he knew you would forgive. How agonizing.

It was because of this that walks became the norm for you. You'd get up. 4:30. Coat. house key. Shoes. Walk. repeat.

It helped, it really did. You'd say hi to vendors setting up shop in the race to set up early. You enjoyed it, it made you happy. Something you couldn't be ever since he did what he did.

Another stranger, wave.

Blue eyed woman, wave.

Blondie, nod.

Sister Victoria, be respectful, nod, wave, fix that posture.

You'd always end up in the pathed woods, 5:44. A cycle.

Walk. walk faster. Stranger, smile.

You made a mistake, apologize.

“Sorry, i wasn't looki-”

“(name)”.

You felt that same frustration build up in your chest. It felt constricting. Uncomfortable. Really, it did.

You kept walking, walking, he just followed, followed. That stupid serene look on his face, that stupid “were friends” look. You weren't friends, far from it, you couldn't stand his voice, so you ignored him. Couldn't bear to see his face, that smile, so you kept your eyes on the ground.

Until he wouldn't allow it anymore.

You were pretty much a long way from Mondstat by now. You knew that. 6:21. You didn't care. You just wanted him to go away. You haven't said a word to him since you bumped into him, couldn't he just take the hint,

What's wrong with him?

Why does he think he can just waltz into your life again?!

JUST WHAT WAS HE TRYING TO PU-

“What's got you so worked up”

What.

What?

The question hit you like a brick wall, a smooth surface you couldn't grab or climb over, the frustration bubbled to your throat,

it felt like hot metal stuck in your throat, but not hot enough to hurt, just enough to make you angrier

You didn't realize in your stupor that you asked that out loud.

So you continued just as he tried to.

“Wel-”

“What’s-.got me work up?” you asked in an incredulous tone, genuinely stupefied.

“Are you fucking stupid?”

A silent lingered, tense and wary.

He looked at you, such a stupid unaffected look on his face.

“No, I'm not, i was just asking, because i ca-”

You didn't let him finish, he didn't deserve to finish that fucking sentence, he didn't deserve to just stroll up to you as if nothing was wrong.

“Don't fucking finish that sentence you absolute asshole, you don't get to say that you fucking care, you don't! You never did, if you cared so much about what happened to me, we'd still be together prick!” You were out of breath, breathing with so much anger, you didn't grieve anymore. you wouldn't. He didn't deserve your sadness, not even your anger, but you needed this, you couldn't afford to care right now.

He seemed startled, as if he hadn’t expected what you said, as if he expected you to cry and beg him not to do it again. Give him another chance, though, a part of him didn't want the chance, he knew he didn't deserve you. He knew. He just didn't want to admit he had lost you.

But at some point his attention was snapped to you as you began to hiss out with such hate he didn't know you were capable of.

“Or would you still be fucking donna like she's your wife?” You said it as if he were a guilty criminal, which in a sense, he was, he absolutely was. But he also had to think.

Would he?

When he was dating you he had a mindset of ‘knowing he would not get caught”...’wrapped around his finger’, so, if that dating were still going on….- he was frozen as he admitted to himself that-

He would.

You seemed to register his silence as a yes, and no matter how much you hated him, you knew there was a time where his love was real, so genuine, so pure. So wanting.

You hadn't even noticed you began to cry, no sounds, just tears, anger, and realization

The realization that you just weren't ok with letting him go, but hated him to the very core. How could you let go of so many memories, even if for him it was just pretend, for you it was real, so real that you let it get bad, so real that you would sit and let him play house with you for a little longer. And it was a time too long, because now look where you are.

He had hugged you some seconds ago, you wanted to pull away, but you needed this just as much, even if he knew he could never have you again, he could at least have this, this is the least he could have before you left him, forever to be someone else's. gone.

Gone for good.

#kaeya alberich #keaya x reader #kaeya x you #kaeya x reader #reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #hurt #no comfort #cheating #angst #my acrylics have me sobbing #just broke one

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