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collisiondiscourse · 3 years

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meet you in the middle // bkdk (ch. 306) fic

Katsuki meets him at the edge of the world.

Standing on the rubbles of a once-thriving city that his people had called home, Katsuki sees him at a distance. A lone figure, standing beside broken statues that overlook a cliff of failures and broken promises. Katsuki sees him at a distance and feels something inside him break like a dam of something unmentionable. The glass beneath his worn combat boots crunches and cracks like the remains of his heart, every step heavy with the weight of the world around him slipping unto drooping shoulders. He says nothing, knowing the other runaway could hear his approach all the same.

Deep purple bruises set themselves under dull viridian eyes, the mixture of color out of place but lovely all the same. His hair’s a mess--greasy in the way that tells Bakugou he hasn’t showered in days, yet Katsuki would love nothing more than to bury his face in the tangled mass of green. The suit and armor he wears is torn, dented, fractured, dirty; it’s scarred like the skin it tries its best to hide. Deku stands still and watches him approach.

The blond halts in his steps.

In that moment, when red and green meet at the edge of the world, time stops completely. The broken concrete beneath their feet feels like a vast and endless void of nothing, silence wrapping around them beautifully and painfully. Between them, the few meters feel like blocks, to miles, to lightyears apart.

It is endless.

Between them, there is pain and sorrow. There is a hurt so deep that neither of the boys could begin to comprehend it--old scars and fresh wounds mending and tearing open, pace akin to the shift of the weather. Between them, Katsuki can feel things that feel like they should be impossible but aren’t. Between them, Katsuki can feel the contradictions that ripple beneath the surface of their skin.

Between them, Katsuki can feel it all.

The distance is staggering. It chases after the two of them like they had chased each other, something like a curse that pulls them apart while simultaneously keeping them at arm’s length.

Katsuki used to beg for it, he knows. (God, does he know.) He used to spend day-by-day stretching that distance, yanking the string that kept them tied together in hopes that eventually it would snap.

Yet that same distance had become something he’d grown to hate. He hated it in the way that it caused Izuku to close himself to the world and nearly cost him his life when Shigaraki had pierced him in battle. He hated the way it shut doors and cuffed him to his hospital bed when he’d found out that Deku was in a coma.

And he hated that distance the most when it brought Deku all the way here.

“Kacchan,” Deku says, the old nickname leaving his mouth simultaneously like a prayer and a pained gasp of fear. “Why are you here?”

The ‘why’ rings in the blond’s head like the sound of a gunshot, piercing and painful at the audacity to even ask such a thing. Why? Why did I come here? Why did I leave everything I’d ever dreamed of in order to chase your dumbass here?

Because. Why the fuck wouldn’t I come here, Deku?

“I got your letter,” Katsuki grunts out instead. His hands clench and unclench, tired and a little bit pained from his journey to find Izuku as fast as possible. The stupid fucking paper rests inside the pants pocket of his hero costume, setting his insides ablaze and leaving the taste of battery acid at the back of his throat.

“You still shouldn’t have--”

“--Shouldn’t have what, Deku?!” He inevitably yet suddenly explodes. The green-haired boy startles from across the building’s roof, jaw shutting with an audible click. “Shouldn’t have dropped out of UA? Shouldn’t have left every single person that loves me and sent myself out on a suicide mission? Shouldn’t have left my fucking mother without even a proper ‘goodbye’?!”

Deku snaps, “You damn well know it wasn’t that simple, Kacchan--”

“It never fucking is! It never fucking is that simple, Deku! You think I wanted to abandon our class? You think I didn’t care about the fucking fact that I just dropped out of UA and will probably never become a fucking pro-hero because of it? I destroyed my own dreams, you idiot!”

“Then go back!” the other boy replies, furious tears welling in his eyes. Katsuki feels paralyzed, unable to move through the surge of emotion that overtakes his mind. Deku takes a step forward, shaking so hard that the blond fears he might pass out. “Go back, you ass! Don’t let me take anything more from you, Kacchan, just please don’t. I can’t handle something like that! Go back and become the number one hero like you always promised, please.”

(A dozen meters apart.)

Izuku’s voice trembles and wavers, desperation seeping from his figure as teardrops fall to the tarmac below. He stands firmly on his two feet, but Katsuki can feel the way his heart begs on its knees. Bakugou’s glare softens.

“I can’t do that, Deku.”

He sniffles. “Why not?”

Tentatively, Bakugou takes a step forward, pacing himself. He opens his mouth to answer, but can’t seem to find the right words and looks away with a frustrated snarl. Deku’s eyes, red-rimmed with agony, peer up at him through his unruly green hair and the wound on Katsuki’s abdomen throbs with heat.

“...Because. I nearly died for you, didn’t I?” the blond eventually replies. “Because I know you think that that means you have to go and fucking do things alone because you don’t want me to nearly die for you a second time, but that’s exactly fucking it.” Katsuki huffs. He takes another step further, watching Deku crumple to the ground as sobs rack his figure.

“Kacchan got hurt, but it wasn’t your battle. It’s mine,” he chokes out anyway, stubborn as he is in the way Bakugou had grown to admire. As much as the blond’s soul rattles with anger, with hatred at the society that forced his childhood friend to bear the weight of the world upon his shoulders, he forces himself not to shout.

(Five meters apart.)

“‘Wasn’t’, was the word. Now, it is. I’m not letting you do this alone whether you fucking like it or not, shitty nerd.” Katsuki sucks in a breath. “You never gave me a choice, did you? I didn’t have a choice into knowing about your cursed fucking quirk, I didn’t have a choice into you leaving us to fight Shigaraki alone, I didn’t have a choice in knowing whether you’d be okay or not in the hospital after I myself nearly fucking died--and now that I finally goddamn do have that choice, you better make sure you let me have it, Deku.” Another step.

Deku lets out an anguished gasp for air between his hiccups and tears, and wails, “But why? Kacchan, you have the choice to be safe and let yourself win without One for All getting away! Why would you let me bring you more harm like this?!”

“Because you never fucking let me apologize to you, shithead!” The blond succumbs at last, yelling in hurt and in pain. The distance between them is so small, yet every goddamn particle feels like a world’s away in which Kacchan and Deku were made to fall apart. His skin prickles, air buzzing with the energy of a feeling so big contained in something so small. The moment suspends itself in time, fragile as glass and broken shards twice as painful, “I wanted to say that I was sorry, okay?!”

“Kacchan--”

Bakugou growls, “No. Let me say this, Izuku.” He waited, so goddamn long, for an opportunity to say what he wanted--no, needed--to say. The distance that felt like a whole galaxy between them burned something fierce, a serendipitous inevitability that felt like it was reaching its boiling point as the world around them reduced to ashes. The blond musses up his hair and exhales heavily, letting his angry demeanour calm for Izuku’s sake.

“I used to resent you. So much.” Katsuki starts. He’s close enough to Deku that he can see the subtle way the shorter boy scrunches his brows together, letting out a shaky breath of incredulousness. “When we were in middle school, I tormented and bullied you under the guise of hating you for something that you couldn’t control.”

“The truth is, that wasn’t why I resented you.” He blows out a breath. Deku looks up at him in shock, so Bakugou ploughs on. “I resented you because I didn’t understand you. At that time, I couldn’t understand how anyone, especially someone virtually powerless like yourself, could somehow still be a better person--hell, a better hero--than I was.”

Ruby red eyes gazed at the horizon.

“I always thought myself to be the best at everything. Always knew I was destined for victory. That hasn’t changed,” Katsuki swallows as Izuku pulls himself back on to his feet. Now standing, Izuku looks at him as if he’d suddenly had the revelation of his life, (which, Bakugou assumes, was paramount to this in any case.) “What has changed now though… is that I think I finally get it.”

He coughs.

“... I think I finally get you,”

(Two meters.)

“Katsuki… I’m--” Deku swallows, eyes shiny again as he tries to compose himself. He nods at the blond and in that instant Katsuki knows he’s been forgiven a long time ago. The distance tugs at the pit of his stomach, feelings of something warm and strange writhing inside. What once was a flood of misunderstanding that crashed and pulled the two of them apart had dried into a lively valley. Deku takes a step closer.

“But it isn’t just that anymore,” the blond is quick to blurt out. He looks at Deku and for once instead of a regretful past or an ongoing development, he thinks he sees a future.

“If this were all for atonement, I wouldn’t have left UA like you said. It’s… deeper. I’m workin’ on it, but there’s just something that pulls me to do this. It pisses me off, but it also makes me want to keep you at an arm’s length.” Katsuki shakes his head at the bullshit that spews out from his own mouth.

“I don’t fucking know what it is, but I know how it makes me feel.”

Izuku stares into his eyes, wide and innocent in a way that used to make him angry but now only makes him… dazed. “And how does it make you feel, Kacchan?”

He huffs a laugh of rueful acceptance. “Fucking weird. Like I suddenly want to chase you to the ends of the fucking earth just to make sure you’re alive. Like I want to be close to you again and again and again even in our next fucking lives.”

Katsuki takes another hesitant step forward.

“I want a lot of things now. I want shit that I can’t name but I sure as hell know won’t relate to becoming the number one hero. I want to keep you within sight, keep you close and alive because of the fact that it’s you and nothing else. I want…”

(Three feet.)

The distance around them is reduced to a little less than an ache. Issues like theirs aren’t solved overnight, but for the small distance they have between each other it feels less like a curse and more like the moment before an inevitability. They can’t quantify all that they are to each other--can’t begin to measure it in fickle things like centimeters or miles or inches or lightyears--but in that moment Katsuki supposes one could label what they have as ‘love’.

He’s never spoken this much in such a short amount of time, never let himself be wordy when his concise speech was efficient and easy. Yet, something about freckles and scars and green hair makes him want to run his fucking mouth off and list his every feeling under the sun. The vice-like grip over his heart that had been there since the moment he’d woken up in the hospital eases a little, and Katsuki’s broken heart feels like it is coming home.

(Two feet.)

“You want…?”

Katsuki looks into Izuku’s eyes, really looks. He looks and he sees life and salvation and something that he’d been missing for so long that tasting it for the first time has left him wanting like a man in a desert. He reaches out an arm, now fully within reach and gives Deku a pleading and weak stare that says everything and nothing at once.

“I want everything that I can get. Everything you can give me. No matter what the cost.”

(One.)

Deku crashes into his embrace, pulling him close and meeting Katsuki somewhere in the middle as the chase finally fucking stops. To Katsuki, it feels like the birth of a star as the warmth engulfs him fully, setting alight to every one of his nerves. The feeling of holding Deku fills him with all the words he cannot name and it feels like he’s reached some impossible height at the top of the world.

The war has not been forgotten, and the road ahead of them is long, but the distance between Kacchan and Deku--Katsuki and Izuku--is now nothing more than a physical concept. The hug blurs the line between the two young heroes, shaping itself until it is indistinguishable where one ends and the other begins. There is a sensation, one that is burning like an inferno but comforting all the same because at this point in time, Katsuki vows to run after and find Izuku Midoriya in every lifetime after this, in every world that they’ll be in. He vows with all his heart that he’ll be the one to watch Deku while Deku watches the world, to protect Deku while Deku protects the others. Katsuki vows to take Deku for everything that he is and isn’t, wholly and unconditionally because the distance is gone and there’s nothing now that can stop him from following this boy to the ends of the universe.

Katsuki Bakugou vows all this because here, right now, on top of the ruins of a city he’d once known and arms full of a boy he’d been trying to chase for a lifetime--Katsuki comes home.

(Zero.)

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yoursassybookwormfriend · 2 years

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Arch backstory fic part 1!!! Sorry I took so long, I was kind of close to finishing part two so I tried to get it done in just one big part but then I lost my motivation for part two so I just sat there with part 1 done for like a month, so anyway here’s part one of what I think Arch’s backstory is like! (I’ll finish part 2 when I can)

The distant Sixth pocket was mostly known for two things - its constantly lovely weather and the terrifying perpetual cyclone on a tiny island off the coast. These could only coexist, of course, because all of the Sixth Pocket’s weather phenomena were combined into one fearsome storm, a storm that the League of Explorers had worked hard to confine to the island when the pocket dimension was first discovered. The fascinating mega cyclone caused a flood of curious meteorologists to come and study the storm, and eventually a school was built in the safe eye of the tempest. Called Gorgonhowl College of Radical Meteorology, the school grew in fame and prestige with every year, gathering many to the stormless, picture-perfect coasts. Soon the Sixth Pocket had grown to a huge seaside city with a booming tourism industry.

Of course, a scheduled light rainstorm would happen every Tuesday to make sure there wasn’t a drought, and so that the local flora and fauna stayed healthy. On Tuesdays, most of the shops in the Sixth Pocket closed down apart from a few indoor places here and there. Sometimes, the pocket would need an extra rainstorm, or need to skip a Tuesday storm, but the meteorologists at Gorgonhowl always alerted everyone a week beforehand if there were any changes. It was a simple system that benefitted the Sixth Pocket, and many places tried to copy the idea (with much less success). This flawless life made the Sixth Pocket the most common place for the richest people of Nevermoor to build their mansions.

Our story takes place six years ago, when one of the most powerful families at the time were the Tates. The Tates were some of the first people to advertise the Sixth Pocket to tourists, and made a lot of money by doing so. Having been so instrumental in the early days of the Sixth Pocket’s economy, the Tates had a hand in nearly everything from hotels, to newspapers, to shops, as well as a huge mansion overlooking the bay.

It was a cushy life, being born into one of the richest families in the Free State. All Arch ever had to worry about was good grades and etiquette. The Tates were big on etiquette. Every day, Arch would come down for breakfast, lunch, or dinner, dressed smartly, and sit at the table with his family. They had salad forks, fish forks, dinner forks, and dessert forks, all the fanciest gold-plated china. Arch got extravagant gifts on his birthday and on Christmas, and a huge mansion to explore every day. The mansion overlooked a private beach with beautiful warm water and soft white sand. Arch loved his town, the sights and entertainment, but his favorite days were always Tuesday.

Every Tuesday, Arch would wake up early to a light rain outside the window. He would eat breakfast in the quiet dining room, listening to the rhythm of the raindrops. Sometimes Arch would just sit in his room, watching the lightning flash across the sky. Sometimes Arch would play his violin, or play a game with his younger sister. The mansion was the best place for hide-and-seek. But Arch’s favorite thing to do on these rainy days was listen to his grandma’s stories, even if she insisted on calling him Archan.

“Archan,” started Gran, leaning back in her old rocking chair.

“It’s Arch,” he corrected.

“Archan Penny Tate the Fourth, you were named after your great-grandfather, who built the Sixth Pocket from the ground up! Don’t disrespect his legacy!” Gran snapped.

He sighed. Arch hated being called Archan. He didn’t hate his great-grandfather, or his grandfather, or his father. Arch just wanted to be his own person with his own name. Most of his family didn’t mind calling him Arch. It was only Gran who insisted on the name Archan. “As I was saying, Archan, your great-grandfather built the Sixth Pocket from the ground up. I was only a young girl, one of the few settlers here, the daughter of a hotel chain that wanted to build a hotel right on the edge of the water.” Gran went on to tell Arch the story he’d heard a thousand times, about the cyclone, and all the scientists, how the city grew hotel by hotel, store by store, how her and his grandfather, Archan Penny Tate jr. had fallen in love. It was a beautiful story, one that Arch could listen to over and over again. Arch loved his life, though he was never one to complain anyway. While in the stories he read, characters hated being cooped up in their houses and the restrictions of formality, Arch loved it. Dressing up in a suit made him feel important, eating off of gold plates made him feel like a king. The mansion made Arch feel like an explorer. On Tuesdays he could pretend to be a pirate, stuck in the hold while a storm rocked the ship.

But Arch’s life didn’t last. He was only eight when the cyclone of Gorgonhowl Island broke loose. It was a partially cloudy Wednesday, unusual but not quite out of the ordinary. Arch and his sister were being driven home from school by Gran, listening to the radio talk about the daily news. It was nothing much, just the usual ads for hotels, restaurants and stores, a story of a kitten rescued from a tree and the mayor’s newest plans, which Arch wasn’t listening to very much. He found the news in the Sixth Pocket extremely boring. Arch was looking forward to practicing Meditation by Massenet on his violin, a piece his violin instructor had just given him.

“Arch!” whined Arushi, his five year old sister. “I’m bored!”

Arch sighed. Arushi was constantly bored, as five-year-olds always were. “Well, what do you want me to do?”

Arushi grinned. “I want . . . I want you to do a MAGIC TRICK!”

“Oh, all right,” Arch laughed. With a flourish and a sly wink, he pulled a small coin out from behind Arushi’s ear, as if it had been there all along. Technically it was all misdirection and tricks of the eyes, but that takes out all the fun, now doesn’t it? “What about this coin? I could make it disappear!” With a flick of his wrists, the coin vanished.

Arushi laughed. “More! More!”

Arch showed Arushi a variety of tricks with his coin, making it appear and disappear, quiety slipping it into her hands when she wasn’t paying attention. Arushi was stunned when he seemed to make the coin roll across his knuckles and circle back, a neat trick Arch had learned from a book he read a few weeks ago.

Arch loved doing magic tricks for his sister, and spent a lot of rainy Tuesdays pouring over magic trick books. His violin practice made his fingers strong and quick, and he seemed to have a natural flair for misdirection. His mother always said that he was much to angelic looking for a trickster, which made his friends even more surprised when he seemed to pull things out of thin air. Sadly, most people didn’t see magic tricks the way he did. His father called the tricks petty pranks, claiming they were far less sophisticated than violin. His classmates at Sixth Pocket Prep only wanted to use it to steal things from each other. His teachers thought it a cheap mimic of real magic. Arch saw it as an art. To make an object seem to disappear with no invisibility or teleportation knack? That took talent. It wasn’t something to mess with people, it was something to brighten their day. That’s why Arch loved to show Arushi his tricks. She was the only one who really appreciated them.

“My, aren’t those clouds dark!” Gran leaned out the window, pointing to a clump of bruise-colored clouds over the ocean. The clouds were nearly black with rain, and Arch thought he saw a fork of lightning flash toward the bay.

“But it’s Thursday! Did they forget to tell us about an extra storm?” Arch asked.

“They skipped a rainstorm a few Tuesdays ago,” grumbled Gran. “I bet those stupid “meteorologists” messed up and now they have to add one this week!”

“Aww,” whined Arushi. “I don’t wanna storm!”

Outside, the wind had picked up, swaying the palm trees that lined every road. Before long, the storm clouds had rolled overhead, casting a gray shadow over the town. The rain came soon after, pelting the cobblestones until the ground gleamed a shiny black, and then pelting them some more. Arch was used to rain, it was a perfectly normal thing to have in the Sixth Pocket, but the storm outside his window was different. The rain had already gotten so heavy that Arch couldn’t see far outside the windows of Gran’s car. This was not an average “light rainstorm”.

Arch turned to his grandma, her face lit up by a sudden flash of lightning. “Gran, this doesn’t seem normal. The storm’s too strong!” All of the weather in the Sixth Pocket was clumped up in one big cyclone. How big a chunk did the scientists at GCoRM break off?

“Look at that!” shouted Arushi, pointing towards the sea. Far in the distance, where the rain nearly obscured everything from view, was a huge clump of clouds that seemed to touch the water. They swirled and swirled, forming a big lump that appeared to suck the water right out of the bay.

“The cyclone!” shouted Arch’s grandma, her terror on her face making her seem centuries older. “And it looks like the full one too! Alright kids hold on…”

Arch barely had time to register that the great cyclone of Gorgonhowl was heading right towards them when Gran yanked at the steering wheel, nearly tipping the entire car over as the pedals tried desperately to grab hold of the cobblestones in the heavy rain. Arushi screamed. The car swerved and skidded, headed down the roads faster than Arch had ever thought possible. As Gran had a close call with a lamppost, Arch was thrown into the window, and Arushi fell on top of him. When Arch finally righted himself, his head swam with pain and nausea. He pushed down his lunch as Gran stomped on the breaks just in time to avoid another car that was speeding in the opposite direction.

“What in the name of the Divine Thing do those brain-dead Wuns think they can do?” Gran cursed as the golden W on the side of the car shone in the light of a nearby lamp. “It took them a good two decades to trap that cyclone on an island. There is no way that they can flick their little fancy wrists and seal it away,” Arch bit his tongue to keep from mentioning the elaborate silver-and-gold-embroidered ends of Grandma’s sleeves, having been made specifically for her birthday.

“I’m sure they can do it!” Arushi shouted over the pounding of rain and the screeching of tires. She winced as thunder shook the car once again.

“They have to…” mumbled Gran, almost too quietly to hear.

. . .

After what seemed like an hour driving inland, Gran pulled up to an old convenience store. By the light of the near-constant lightning strikes, Arch could make out papers on the windows saying Stay away from the Bay, The Scientists Lie and Cyclone Shelter in bold letters. What kind of crazy person lives here? Arch thought.

“Where are we?” asked Arushi. “A store?” She flinched as a tree fell in the distance.

“The store belongs to an old friend of mine,” Gran answered, frowning at the cyclone warning papers plastered onto the glass. “I thought he was crazy, a genuine madman, but wouldn’t you know it, I just so happen to need the bomb shelter he built under his store. I’ve brought us as close as possible but the storm’s bad, so hold on to each other,”

Arch wrapped his arm around Arushi as he opened the door. Right away, the hurricane came inside the car, the air tugging at them and the rain soaking them. Arch struggled to walk out in the wind while Arushi clung to him desperately. When Gran came out of the front seat, they clung to her too, bowing their heads against the rain and looking for all the world like a large tumbleweed made of cloth. Though they were soaked by the rain and pushed by the fierce wind, the trio made it safely through the glass door.

Because of the great wealth of the Sixth Pocket, everything in the main part of the city was beautiful. There was bright, pure sunlight in the day and gorgeous lamplight by night. The stores always had clean, shiny floors, the brightly-colored tiles coming together to make stunning patterns. There were always people in those stores, friendly workers and smiling customers. The goods were always the highest quality, and every item came from only the best five-star brands in the Free State. Arch wasn’t one to shop, but he had to admit that the stores in the city were on the verge of breathtaking, all part of the experience of the glamorous Sixth Pocket.

The shop they had entered was obviously seldom shopped at, and Arch could see why - it was the polar opposite of the ideal Sixth Pocket shop. Instead of colorful lamps or a roof of glass, the store had an off-white tiled ceiling with flickering yellow lamps unevenly spread around. The floors were covered in dust and dirt, and in some parts, the yellow-gray tiles were ripped up altogether, to show the rough concrete underneath. There was no one in the main part of the store, and Arch had the uncanny feeling that no one ever was, through the layers of footprints in the dust told otherwise. Arushi wandered over to a shelf full of cans of Andy's tomato soup, which Arch had never heard of. The cans were a sickly green with bright red words that hurt Arch’s eyes, and they were all bruised and battered as if the truck carrying them had fallen over. As he looked around, Arch noticed that many of the other products were the same: battered containers from no-name brands with terrible designs. This all combined to create a very unwelcoming, decrepit store, and if it weren’t for the cyclone outside, Arch would have left immediately.

Out of a door in the corner of the store came a man. He was about the same age as Gran, in his late sixties or early seventies, dressed in a black shirt with a nametag on the front and the word MANAGER on the back. His bright yellow hair clung desperately to its color, even as the grey roots were settling in. His light blue eyes bulged from behind his glasses, the lenses of which were thicker than Arushi’s pinky. He looked at them suspiciously, as if assessing a threat, which was - as far as Arch knew - not what a manager was supposed to do. His nametag declared that his name was Ron.

“Is that really you Samantha?” asked Ron, peering at Gran. He spoke quickly, as if the words couldn't get out fast enough, and his wide eyes darted back and forth from Gran to Arch and Arushi. “No, it can’t be! Impossible! You must be a hologram sent from the government to spy on me!” He pointed an accusing finger at her and stepped back uneasily.

Gran sighed. “It’s me Ronald. I’m not part of one of your silly conspiracy theories.”

“If you really are Samantha, what is the secret code?” Ron asked.

“Aliens are real 334,” mumbled Gran.

Ron seemed to relax a bit. “What are you doing here? I thought you were a nonbeliever. Do you finally understand?”

“No, Ronald. I don’t think aliens are real. Believe it or not, I’ve come for your cyclone shelter.”

Ron’s face split into a big smile. “Ah! The cyclone shelter! One of my best works! I spent five years on it and today is the day! I always knew that the storm would be unleashed! Come, there’s already people there!”

“You could at least try to act less happy about it,” grumbled Gran as Ron practically skipped down the aisle with glee, though he was old enough to need a cane. Arushi looked at Arch questioningly, and mouthed the words do we follow him? Arch gave her a smile and grabbed her hand. Whatever happened, Arch was sure they’d make it out ok. They had to.

Ron led them to the back of the store, where a huge iron door loomed above the shelves. In the center was a safe-style handle, the kind that you would turn like a wheel to open. With considerable effort, Ron turned the handle and pushed open the door, which turned out to be about half a foot of thick metal. The room inside was large, perhaps half the size of Arch’s school’s cafeteria. Scattered around the edges of the room were a jumbled assortment of chairs: old rocking chairs, lawn chairs, fold-up metal chairs, couches, loveseats, rolling chairs, and benches. There were also quite a few tables, which were equally mismatched. The floor was covered in a handful of tacky rugs. In the nearest corner stood a shelf filled with worn old books, upon which sat a large old tv, likely expensive a decade ago but not worth much now. The tv was turned to SPNN, or the Sixth Pocket News Network. A reporter stood in front of a screen switching between showing the path of the cyclone towards the mainland and Wunsoc’s efforts to stop it, which didn’t seem to be going so well. In front of the tv, a man and a woman sat on two old leather chairs, the man reading a book while the woman watched the news. They were clearly siblings, as they shared the same straight brown hair and pale, freckled skin. They looked up at the three newcomers for a second and waved, but soon went back to what they were doing.

Ron showed them three small doors in the back. One led to a kitchen and pantry, which, Ron boasted, had enough food stocked up to feed about 10 people for 5 years. Arushi scrunched her nose at the food, which was mostly canned tuna, bouillon cubes, white rice and dried beans, but she brightened when Ron pulled out a box of dark chocolate. The kitchen had a microwave, a sink, an oven and a stove, with a trash chute in the corner, that Ron explained he had dug a few years back. The second door led to bathrooms with fully-operational toilets, which Arch was grateful for. If he had to stay in the bunker, he would not want to pee in a pot. The third door led to a Supply Room, which Ron didn’t open, but he explained what it contained: mattresses, sleeping bags, first aid kits, and other things along those lines. After the tour, Arch and his family sat on a couch next to the siblings, looking over at the news. The man continued to read his book, but the woman turned around and smiled at them.

“Hope that this cyclone goes away soon!” she said cheerily. “My brother and I came to my cousin’s wedding here, but now there’s a storm on the loose!”

“Do you really think that they’re gonna destroy the cyclone?” asked Arushi, leaning over the arm of the couch.

“Sure! Wunsoc can do anything!” the woman smiled. “We’re from Nevermoor, in the Seventh Pocket. My name is Anna. This is Matthew, but he likes to be called Matt.” Matt looked up at the mention of his name and smiled awkwardly.

“I’m Samantha,” Gran said, shaking Anna’s hand. “This is Arushi and Archan.”

“Arch,” he mumbled.

Gran continued. “We’re from right here in the Sixth Pocket. My father was a boy when the cyclone was trapped on that island. I’ve heard stories, and I’m not so sure that those Wuns can wrangle that storm a second time,”

“Well I guess we’ll have to stay positive,” Anna smiled. Gran grunted, but Arch found he liked Anna. She was a silly tourist, but that’s what the Pocket was made to attract. She was clearly very friendly, and it was nice that there was someone else in the bunker.

For a while, Arch and his family sat in the cyclone shelter, watching the news and occasionally chatting with the siblings from Nevermoor. After watching the cyclone creep closer and closer to the shore of the city for half an hour, the huge metal door opened with a creak, and Ron brought in a gaggle of teenagers, six girls that had been out shopping in the edge of town when the storm hit. They settled on some beanbags on one side of the room, still gossiping and texting some of their friends.

A few minutes later, the cyclone made landfall, and it didn’t seem to be slowing down. The reporter anxiously talked about how Wunsoc was fighting back, but they didn’t seem very confident. Next Ron brought in a mother and father with twin newborn babies. The adults eyed Ron warily as he jabbered on about how tomatoes are actually from another planet, but relaxed when they saw the others in the bunker. The family sat off in their own corner, the two adults talking about the possible effects of the cyclone on the Sixth Pocket.

Everyone quieted when the cyclone hit Wave Hello, a well-known resort on the shore. They watched in silence as the tower crumpled, bricks and glass getting sucked up into the sky. It was impossible to tell how many died, but Wave Hello was one of the most popular resorts in the Sixth Pocket by far. The camera shifted to a view of Wuns shouting to each other, some holding meteorology equipment, some throwing things into the cyclone, some - presumably Arcane Wuns - were chanting strange words, purple lightning engulfing their hands.

Ron opened the door again, showing the newest arrivals the bunker. “Now as you can see, my cyclone shelter is perfectly safe, we have a kitchen, bathrooms, a pantry, a tv, and all that. But you already know that, don’t you, because you planted a microchip in me! I know you are watching my every move!”

The two people stepped inside. The first had shoulder-length curly brown hair, and was wearing rain boots with a very expensive black rain jacket buttoned up to her neck, dressed perfectly for the cyclone. By her side hung a brown tote bag. The other had golden-blond hair in a short, messy style and small glasses perched on their nose. They wore the same rain jacket, but it was unbuttoned, and underneath were dress pants and a blue vest over a white shirt. Both had small golden Ws pinned at their collars, and the jackets were embroidered with the same Ws.

“This is a cyclone bunker?” asked the first, addressing the people who sat around the room. Everyone nodded.

“Hi,” said the second, clutching a notebook to their chest. “We are from the Wundrous Society, and we are here to help protect people from the storm. Can we inspect your bunker sir?” the official added, turning to Ron.

Ron nodded, clearly happy to have attention, even though he seemed to think that the Society had put a tracking chip in him.

The first Wun started inspecting the food and the bathrooms, messing with the stoves and flushing the toilet. The official grabbed a key from Ron and opened the door marked Supply Room and inspected what was there. She knocked on the wall and looked at it through a magnifying glass in her pouch, which Arch thought was a bit excessive. She also talked to some of the people in hushed voices, looking grim. Then she sat on the couch next to Gran, leaning back for a moment before fiddling with the edges of the cloth. Without looking, she pulled a quarter out from between the cushions, and handed it to Arch. He peered at it closely. It was the same old quarter that Arch had! He shoved his hands in his pockets, but he knew the coin he was looking for was in his hands. He must have dropped it in between the cushions. Who was this lady?

“Well it’s about as secure and nice as a bunker can be, then again, I’ve never had to inspect a bunker!” The woman laughed, walking back to the other Wun.

The other Wun nodded kindly. “I trust your judgement, Nara.'' They turned to the people, who were already quite confused, and spoke with a new confidence. “I am Parker, and this is Nara. As you might have noticed, we are from the Wundrous Society. We are here to keep you and everyone else as safe as we can. We were sent to map out good places to send other refugees to hide from the storm.” Arch shuddered at the word refugees. He didn’t think of himself as a refugee, the type he often saw on the news. They were always dirty and fleeing from some great evil, with only a handful of belongings.. Arch looked down at his rain-soaked clothes, the only thing he had here in the bunker. Arch was running from the cyclone. Maybe he truly was a refugee.

Parker continued. “We will be sending a lot more people here, where they will be safe. Are you guys ok with that?” The people in the bunker nodded halfheartedly. “Good. Nara and I will be back in a few minutes.” And with that, the Wundrous Society officials left, and the quiet chatter of the shelter resumed.

For the first time, Arch actually felt the weight of what had happened. He was eight, so processing things never came too easily (as if it ever does). At first he had been caught up in escaping the storm, meeting Ron, staying in a bunker. But if the Wundrous Society was here, then it was really serious. The cyclone could destroy the Sixth Pocket as Arch knew it, as well as Arch’s life in it. He was with Gran and Arushi, but there were so many that were still out there in the storm. There were so many variables, so many things that could happen. Arch was much too tired to think about it all.

The Wunsoc officials came back, this time with a small group of people, about 4 or 5, and left again in search of more. This happened again and again, and the number of people in the bunker slowly grew. Arch watched the new arrivals come in, their eyes filled with sadness and fear. The news kept reporting on the cyclone’s damage, and the Wundrous Society seemed nowhere closer to stopping the storm.

At last, the people coming into the bunker dwindled, and eventually Nara and Parker could find no more, so they decided to stay in the bunker for the night. Arch desperately hoped that the reason they couldn’t find anyone else was that everyone in the Sixth Pocket made it to safety, but looking at the devastation on the tv, he knew it couldn’t be true. There was building after building - some of which he recognized - being shown, glass shattered, roof collapsed in or torn off, walls caved in, all destroyed. The cyclone had slowed down, staying in the heart of the city. Whether that was a good thing or not, Arch didn’t know.

“What’s your knack?” Arch turned around to see that Arushi had wandered over to Parker, who was sitting on a warm patterned rug, looking intently at the yellow design. Arch winced. They were all stuck in an unfamiliar cyclone shelter, and now Arushi was messing with a Wunsoc official, of all people. He had learned for himself that adults - especially important ones - didn’t often like talking to kids, and that was on days when a cyclone hadn’t torn up an entire pocket. Arch braced himself for Parker’s kind demeanor to crack, and prepared to pull Arushi away if she was bothering the official.

To Arch’s surprise, Parker smiled, a soft happiness filling their eyes. “Ah,” they said, gently ruffling Arushi’s hair, “I’m an anthropologist,”

Arushi scrunched her nose in confusion. “What’s that?”

Parker looked down at their fingers, searching for an explanation fit for a five year old. “I’m...I’m kind of like a people scientist. I study people, what they do, and how that changes over time.”

“Wow,” Arushi exclaimed. “Do you like, dissect humans?”

Parker laughed. “No, that's not what I do. Hmm...take your dress for example,” Arushi frowned and looked down at her dress, a red one with a white flower on a small pocket over her heart. “I would look up where that design originated, what flower that was based on, the materials used, and then compare it to dresses in the past. For the Wundrous Society, I help study things from the past, as well as try to predict what people might do in the future, based on what they did in the past, and how the present affects the outcome,”

Arushi nodded sagely, as if she understood exactly what the official was trying to say. “So like you can predict the future? Like see what people are going to do?”

Parker laughed again. “Kind of. I at least try to predict the future, but sometimes I’m wrong.”

“Still cool,” Arushi grinned. She pointed to Nara, who was fiddling with something from the bag that she carried. “What’s her knack?”

Parker turned to the other Wun and shouted, “Nara! Come over here!”

Nara looked up from whatever was in her hands and walked over, slinging the bag onto her shoulder. “What’s up?”

“This girl - what’s your name?”

“Arushi,”

“Right. Arushi wants to know what your knack is,”

Nara looked at Arushi and smiled mischievously, “I’m a tracker. I track stuff. People, things, anywhere they go.”

“Woah,” whispered Arushi.

“I know right?” Nara smiled. “That’s how me and Parker found so many people! They predict the kinds of places people will hide, and I track the people until we find them. Unit 893 is totally the best unit ever!”

“What’s a unit?” asked Arushi, pulling over a small blue beanbag to sit in. Nara herself pulled over a bright purple pillow. Ron sure has weird taste, thought Arch. Parker seemed happy to sit on the ground.

“A unit,” Parker began, “Is the group that you join the Wundrous Society in. Anyone can sign up the year they turn 11.” Arch was intrigued. Anyone could join the famous Wundrous Society? To Arch, that was like a free ticket to becoming royalty. No one in the Sixth Pocket had ever mentioned how you got into the society before, so Arch had assumed it was kind of about who you knew. “You don’t get a free ride though, you have to go through Trials, and you need a knack” Trials. Knack. Those words made Arch even more curious. How exactly did you get to join the Wundrous Society? What happened when you got in? Arch creeped forward, trying to be discreet, but Nara caught him.

“Come here,” Nara said, patting an orange pillow next to her. “You can come. You all can listen.” She gestured around to the other children in the cyclone shelter, who had been creeping closer too. There was a bustle as the kids pulled over beanbags, pillows and chairs to sit in a semicircle around the two Wunsoc officials. Even one of the teenagers joined, sheepishly waving to their friends before sitting on the floor with the other kids.

“Like I said,” continued Parker, “As long as you are eleven and have a knack, you can sign up.”

“And a patron,” Nara interrupted.

“Right. As long as you are eleven, have a patron, AND have a knack, you can sign up,” Parker said.

“What’s a knack?” asked one girl.

“What’s a patron?” asked another.

“How do you get one?” asked a boy. More hands shot into the air.

“Okay, okay,” Parker sighed, though they had a mischievous glint in their eye. “I’ll start from even earlier. A knack is something special you can do. Something interesting, useful, good. Anything from composing beautiful songs, to being able to control fire. A patron signs you up for the Wundrous Society. They deal with housing and feeding you if you are from another Pocket. They also deal with your education, your classes, and more. But they HAVE to come from the Wundrous Society. They can bid on you on Bid Day, or maybe your parents can convince them. Eventually, patrons become your family, as will your unit,” Parker smiled wistfully. “But once you’ve got all the boring stuff down, the fun - and kind of scary - part begins. You go to the Wundrous Welcome, which is a-”

“A very judgy party,” Nara laughed.

“Yes, a very judgy party.” Parker grinned. “Let’s go with that. Then, the Trials begin. You will have four trials, one of which is always the Show Trial. But the other three change. I won’t tell you all of our trials, because yours should be a surprise, but I’ll tell you about one: the Puzzle Trial. Or as everyone else calls it, the Escape Room Trial. An escape room is a room they put you in, and you have to solve problems to get out. We each got separated into groups of four or five, and had to work together to solve the puzzle within two hours. This shows the Society your teamwork skills, your puzzle-solving skills, and your ability to work on a time limit. Nara’s team and my team both solved the puzzles, or else we’d get kicked from the trials. There are many different types of trials. We ended up making our way through the three trials and made our way to the Show Trial. That was where we had to show the Elders of the Society our talents, and the nine kids they ranked the highest would get to be in the Society.”

The teenager nearly choked. “I’m sorry, but did you say NINE kids? Only nine kids get to be in a unit?”

“You bet!” Nara smirked. The kids looked to the officials in awe. They were two out of the nine kids picked from hundreds of candidates that signed up, people who had to be the best of the best. Arch had a new respect for them. “Parker, tell them about your Show Trial! It was so cool!”

“It wasn’t that cool, Nara!” Parker complained.

“It was super cool!”

“Alright, alright. I went late I think, number 75 or 76. My patron gave the Elders a paper, face down, then I started making a speech about anthropology,” said Parker. “And how to predict people’s behaviors. I even asked the Elders some questions every now and then. By the end, the Elders were about to rank me really low, but I told them to look at the paper. I had noticed the way the Elders talked to the candidates, the way they answered and spoke. I wrote down exactly what I thought they would say to my questions.”

Parker paused and a grin spread over their face.

“I got it correct almost down to the word,”

The kids went crazy, asking Parker how they did that, clapping, shouting, and talking to each other about how cool it was. Arch was shocked. Had Parker really just predicted people’s words? Not just any people, but the leaders of the Society itself? Parker really had earned their place in the society.

Parker held out their hands for quiet. “Later it was Nara’s turn.” Nara grinned. “Nara stood up there and said she was a tracker. She asked the Elders to choose a kid in the audience, any kid, and they chose this one kid who could turn his nose into a flute. He didn’t even make it on the leaderboard. The kid stood up there and Nara started looking at him, asking him a few questions, and - oh Divine - sniffing him!” Parker burst into laughter, rocking back and forth on the ground.

“Smelled like hotdogs too,” Nara said, which made Parker laugh even harder.

“Ah, okay, okay,” Parker said, wiping a tear of laughter from their eyes. “So Nara tells the kid to walk around the entire stadium and hide somewhere, and that his patron could help. So then the officials give her Wunsoc’s noise-canceling headphones, a blindfold, and a nose plug. So she stands there in the center of the stage, can’t see, hear, or smell, and the kid starts to hide with the help of his patron. Eventually he settles into a corner in the back of the stadium. They take away the blindfold, headphones, and nose plug, and let Nara search. Within three minutes, she finds him, how cool is that?”

“How’d you do it?” asked another teenager, and Arch had noticed that the whole group had joined for the story. Even some adults had come to sit on the rug.

“Well,” started Nara, “First it was the people. Everyone’s eyes kept darting to his hiding spot, and people got more nervous and excited the closer I got, and a little bored the further I got. It was like a big game of hot-and-cold, and I already had a big hint. I could also see footprints, as when I was looking at him I noticed that he was wearing big, muddy boots. He also smelled really bad, like I said. Sweatiest kid I’ve ever smelled. Also, there was a spotlight on me, and I knew the man moving it had seen where the kid was hiding. The spotlight kept going toward the kid a little faster than me, though I had to be careful because it also went a little faster in front of me when I walked away. With all this combined, it was kind of easy to find him. I guess you could say I’m just that good.” Nara winked and the crowd burst into applause.

“So a few weeks later, we got welcomed into the Society with the other 7 who ranked top nine. We took an oath and became siblings, as you will if you guys ever join the society. Any questions?”

“Are you really siblings?” asked a boy with bright red glasses.

“We took an oath to be siblings,” answered Nara. “We aren’t real siblings, but we feel like we are, and sometimes that’s enough,”

“What do you do if you’re too old to be in the Society?” asked a teenager.

“There are plenty of great schools to go to if you’ve missed the deadline,” Parker said. “There’s the Graysmark School for Bright Young Men, there’s Londa College, a really great writing school in the Third Pocket, there’s Gorgonhowl College of Radical Meteorology…” Parker cut off as they realized what they just said. The refugees turned to look at the news, which showed the path of the cyclone. “Well, maybe not that one right now, but there are plenty others!”

“Can you date a person in your unit?” asked a girl with frizzy red hair.

“Ew, that’s incest!” shouted her friend.

“It’s not incest if they aren’t even brothers and sisters!” the first girl pouted.

Nara laughed. “Yes, that’s a common question. ‘Can you date your siblings if they aren’t your real siblings?’ And ‘But if they are your oath-sworn siblings, haven’t you sworn to not date them?’ The answer is, you actually can date your unit mates, as well as anybody in the society, though most scholars don’t date their unit mates.”

One of the teenagers raised their hand. “Are you guys dating?”

Nara shook her head. “Nope, just friends, though Rosalie and Corliss are dating, right?”

“I thought they broke up,” Parker frowned. “And Corliss started dating a member of Unit 894?”

“Aw, nobody ever tells me about the drama!”

Kids kept asking questions about Wunsoc, some of which Parker and Nara strangely refused to answer, mentioning something about their oath. A few questions Arch even asked himself. When the kids were done asking the Wuns about Wunsoc, Ron told the whole group it was time for dinner, and sheepishly asked if someone knew how to cook. Thankfully, a chef from one of the most famous restaurants in the pocket was here, and cooked them all a surprisingly delicious meal with rice, meat, and canned vegetables cooked in a sauce they made with the spices that Ron had. Even Arushi, who had complained about the food earlier, gobbled up the meal. The meat had a surprisingly rich flavor, and the rice was cooked perfectly. The refugees all thanked the cook, and went back to their families.

Arch sat back down next to Arushi, watching the devastation and the vain efforts of the society to contain the storm. With all of the destruction, even the strange thrill of talking to Wundrous Society officials and the happiness of eating a wonderful meal wore off, leaving only an emptiness, a longing for just another normal day. Arushi put her head on Arch’s shoulder, and he could see the tears brimming in her eyes. They watched as the camera shot to a view of a cliffside house sliding down a cliff, the rock holding it up broken by the relentless wind and rain. As it crashed to the sea, Arch realized that the house was his own. His house was gone, falling into the ocean. The corridors, the dining room, his bedroom and all it contained, lost to the sea and the great pieces of the wall crashing down. Arushi started crying, hugging Arch as tight as possible. Arch himself felt a few tears slip down his face as the life he knew crumbled before his eyes. Gran was as stoic as ever, but Arch could see the shadows of memories flash in her eyes.

“It’s gone, it’s really gone,” whispered Arushi. “We’ll never play hide-and-seek in our house again, never sit in our comfy chairs, never walk down the steps to our private beach...it’s gone. What about Mom and Dad? Will they be okay?” Arushi sniffled, wiping a huge glob of snot off her face. “Will we be okay Arch?”

Arch swallowed his tears and the lump that was forming in his throat. “They’ll be okay. We’ll be okay. Trust me,” but he didn’t even trust himself. He had no idea what was going to happen, and if Mom and Dad weren’t here...Arch couldn’t stop himself from assuming the worst. Arushi hugged him tightly, and Arch hugged her back. Around the room, people watched the tv, many crying as their houses were destroyed on screen, others comforting their friends. One of the adults was calling someone, clearly having a heated debate. One of the teenagers was sobbing, talking to someone on the phone while the others comforted her. Even Parker and Nara started to get worried, calling Wunsoc and asking for updates on the storm, but the Society didn’t seem to have much more information than what the television showed them, and what it showed was that nothing was working.

“Arch?” Arushi asked again.

“What?”

Arushi took a shaky breath. “Can you do a magic trick?”

Arch smiled. He couldn’t bring back their house, but a magic trick he could do. He pulled out the coin Nara had taken from the couch cushions and held it out to Arushi. With a flick of his hand, the coin disappeared from sight. “What’s this?” asked Arch, pulling the same coin from behind Arushi’s ears. “Have you been hiding ear money from me all this time?”

Arushi laughed, drying her tears with the edge of her dress. “I don’t have money in my ears!”

Arch smiled. “Then where does the money come from? My hands?” Arch flicked his empty hands, and a coin appeared between his fingers.

“Money doesn’t come from hands!” shouted Arushi.

“Really?” asked Arch with feigned surprise. He set the coin down in his lap. “Does it come from my mouth?” Arch put his hands to his mouth, and made a spitting noise. When he opened his hands, there sat the quarter.

Arushi laughed again. “Money doesn’t come from your mouth!” She rubbed her nose and sneezed, leaving a gooey tendril of snot to hang down.

“Where are the tissues?” asked Arch. “Hmm. I think I know. Just wait a second!” Arch sneezed, and out of his nose seemed to come a handful of tissues. Arch handed one of them to his sister. “Here you go!” Arushi laughed so hard she sneezed again, prompting Arch to pull more tissues from his nose, and so on. Arch continued his magic routine, though he was annoyed that he didn’t have his magic kit to use for his act. In fact, his magic kit was probably at the bottom of the bay, like the rest of his house. The thought made Arch’s eyes water with tears, but he looked back at Arushi, who was wheezing with laughter. Suddenly, he wasn’t so sad.

Eventually, it started getting late, and the refugees started to push the chairs and couches to the sides of the room. Ron opened a door to the supply room, and started handing out blankets, mattresses and sleeping bags, as varied and mismatched as the furniture. Gran got a mattress and a large blue blanket with stars on it. Arushi got a pretty green sleeping bag, which seemed to have a pillow built in. Arch was one of the last people to get a sleeping bag, and Ron tossed him a soft pink one.

“Sorry about that,” said Ron, hefting his own rolled-up blanket over his shoulder. “I only have so many and I got to you last. You can trade with someone else, if you want to,”

“It’s okay,” said Arch, pulling his sleeping bag closer. Arch would never admit it, but he loved pink. It was definitely in his top three favorite colors.

Arch laid his sleeping bag down next to Arushi and Gran. He watched Arushi fall asleep, her small eyes starting to flutter with a dream. What did she dream of? Probably something as nice and sweet as her, if Arch had to guess. When he finally fell asleep, his own dreams were everything except nice. He dreamed of storms and wind, tearing at the world around him. He watched his house fall into the sea over and over again. He dreamed that he saw his parents crying out to him, trapped in the center of the cyclone. He dreamed that there was a purple dinosaur that puked rabbits and juggled cheese, but that’s not important.

. . .

Arch woke up to loud overlapping conversations. He didn’t want to get out of his sleeping bag, because getting out would only bring him back to the world in which the cyclone had destroyed everything. So Arch laid in his sleeping bag, trying to go back to sleep. He wasn’t in a sleeping bag, no surely not! He was in his bed at home! The conversations were his parents talking, they were just a few feet from him of course. The sky had been sunny for a few days, as it always was unless it was Tuesday. Gran would soon come in and wake him up to go to school, and complain about how lazy he was. Arushi would ask him to do his coin trick. He could already smell the buttermilk pancakes that were cooking, waiting for him to come to breakfast. That last thought made Arch open his eyes and get up. There was no way that Arushi was going to steal the best pancakes for herself.

As his eyes adjusted to the harsh electric light, Arch realized his mistake. This was not his room, this was a cyclone shelter. He sat on the floor in a bright pink sleeping bag, not his bed. The voices were not his parents, but refugees talking to each other. Next to him was not a bedside table, but row after row of mattresses and sleeping bags, some of which people still slept in. If he looked at the sky, it would probably still be the dark grey of a storm.

“Hey, you’re awake,” said Gran, walking over from a conversation with Anna and Matt, who were still in their place by the tv. “That chef is making pancakes for breakfast. Go wake your sister up, why don’t you?”

Arch nodded and crawled over to wake up Arushi. “Hey, Arushi. Arushi!”

Arushi groaned and rolled over. “What’s for breakfast?”

“Pancakes,”

Arushi shot up. “Pancakes?”

“Yeah.” said Arch. “Hey Arushi-” Arch was cut off as Arushi ran to the door of the bunker kitchen, where the chef was already coming with a huge plate full of pancakes. She seemed not to be bothered one bit by the fact that they were still in a bunker. The entire Sixth Pocket was destroyed, but she didn’t care, at least not as much as last night. Arch wished he could adapt so quickly. He sighed and reached for a new set of clothes, but his hands only came up with air.

“No clothes, no toothbrushes,” Arch grumbled as he checked the bathrooms. In the end, he decided to simply sit and grab a pancake or two. He was pretty hungry.

The pancakes were heavenly. Soft, sweet pancakes with chocolate chips inside. Arch tried to savor them but ended up with mouthfuls too big to swallow. Arushi was also shoveling the pancakes into her mouth, somehow swallowing them in the split second before her next bite. Gran, on the other hand, was perfectly polite as normal, cutting the pieces into small squares and eating them one by one. Arch was pretty sure that Arushi even licked her plate.

As he got back from putting his plate beside the sink, Arch noticed that Nara had come to talk to Gran and Arushi. Gran made a shooing gesture and Arushi ran off to the corner and started stacking the mismatched pillows into a tower. Nara had a grave face and was explaining something, occasionally gesturing with her hands. Gran nodded solemnly and asked a question. Nara shook her head. Curious, Arch inched forward until he could hear.

“I’m sorry.” Nara said. “There’s almost no way they could have survived. Like I said, all our intelligence points to them hiding in their basement at the time the house collapsed. It was an 80 foot drop with the entire house falling too. There’s just no way.”

“What do we do?” asked Gran. “Where will we live? All our money was in the safe, we only have so much in the bank,”

“Wunsoc has a plan,” Nara said decisively. “There will be speedy construction of a few different hotels and motels, and we have asked any citizen that can spare a room or two to rent them to the refugees until you are able to find new homes. You will be given a few thousand dollars of money per family to keep you going, on top of what money you already have. Wunsoc will give out free food for a few weeks, but I’m afraid that’s all we can do. There are many other things that need Wunsoc’s attention. We were lucky enough to trap that cyclone on the island again, I don’t think we can hope for a grant from the Lightwing Palace,”

“A room and a few thousand dollars won’t cut it,” Gran shook her head. “I’m old as dirt and retired, and the kids are much too young to work.”

Nara looked apologetic. “I’m sorry Miss Tate, but that’s it. Of course, we will also start donations, so the other Pockets can chip in. I hope you find easy, good paying work, but if you’ll excuse me I have other people to talk to. I’m sorry for your loss,” And with that, Nara’s face hardened to that of a seasoned Wunsoc officer, someone with a mission. She left to go talk to another family, a dad and a kid, only a year or two older than Arch himself.

So it was true. Arch’s parents were dead, and they didn’t have a place to stay until they could live somewhere else. All of Arch’s old life was gone, and he could do nothing about it. Tears started to roll down Arch’s cheeks, and Arch realized he was crying. A loud sob escaped his mouth, and Gran turned at the noise.

“I know you heard. Come here Archan,”

“Arch,” he sniffled as he shuffled over to hug Gran.

“What’s going on?” Asked Arushi, who had stacked her pillows as high as possible before pushing the tower over in an avalanche of bright colors. Ron, annoyed, had come over to clean them up.

Arch sobbed. “Mom and Dad are dead and our house is gone and we have nothing!”

“Archan!” Gran scolded. But what was she going to do? How long could she have lied to Arushi? Not forever.

“It’s fine.” Said Arushi, though her eyes were full of tears. “They’ll be ok, wherever they are. We’ll be ok. Trust me.”

#archan tate #nevermoor #fanfic #nevermoor fanfic #look is it too much to make up fake characters #just to explain that you can date your unitmates?#maybe #did I do it anyway?#yes #also if you've noticed #I've made it so that helena goes to GCoRM after the cyclone breaks free #just thought this would make a good backstory for arch #part two coming soon #happy new years guys!

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Vites mortiferum (Albedo x GN!Reader)

Prologue: Adolescens Memorias

Summary: You encounter the first memories you experience, starting with when you first gained consciousness of this world. Gained consciousness of these unbreakable vines of your deep will.

⚠c/w: Slapping, violence, possession, bad writing tbh

a/n: Albedo will make a appearance in this, but not in chapter 1 (barely). Also this and chapter 1 may be very boring btw. also you may need to search up some of the words lmfao cause i used synonyms of the original words-

Next: Chapter 1

"Mr. Albedo, can you read this new book for me?" The tiny, blonde girl peeked in the doorway. Her red eyes found her brother's, Albedo.

Albedo looked up from the sofa chair, a small smile growing on his face. "Of course, Klee. Here, sit next to me."

Klee smiled and skipped over to Albedo, jumping into the empty space next to the alchemist. She handed the story book over to Albedo.

"I saw this book in the library today! Miss Lisa suggested it!" Klee exclaimed in a happy manner.

Albedo read the cover.

'Vites mortiferum'

He hummed in interest. "Lisa sure does have taste in books." Albedo said, examining the cover. The cover was decorated with vines and flowers, along with broken chains laid all around it.

"Alright, I'll read it to you."

"Yay!"

The noble ruled the throne with everlasting vines, having twain apparitions present at a time. Perhaps, a consciousness in one's mind. That consciousness came into being at one's obscurity. Even past death, they'll eventually pass one another; and merge. To merge is to become powerful. Together.

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Albedo finished the book with a sigh. As he looked down, he saw his sister sleeping away. A gentle smile was plastered on his face as he picked up Klee to bring her to her room and tuck her in.

In his mind, though, he was thinking about his favorite character. The character, despite living at their worst because of the people, eventually realized that maybe there are those who are good. They fought against their hate against humanity.

6 years ago...

The teenager took a glance at the sky, looking at the floating clouds of Sumeru. This was the exact weather of that day. The day where everything changed.

"Mom! Help me! Dad, no-!"

"You're a monster! How could y-" *slap*

"Don't touch me, Oceanhead."

It's unbelievable how the soft and gentle child you used to be died all those years ago, yet you still feel conscious about it.

"Hey, Oceanhead?" You called out, had you expected Zale to answer back.

Looking back behind you, worry began to overflow. You could've sworn that Zale was right behind you. You know it.

"Z-Zale?" You muttered. He was there during your travels, and even though you both get teased and punched around a lot, you both were there for eachother.

Footsteps approached you from where you were just looking. Right as you looked, a Fatui Vanguard was in front of you.

"I've got this one. Take that stubborn one back." The Vanguard said, looking back at the Legionnaire. He nodded.

You needed to do something. Zale was being taken away. Your fists clenched with a dark purple aura floating out and up against your arm.

Zale gasped. "No, watch out!"

Turning around, there was more Fatui members approaching. You felt fear flood within you and your hands shook. The negative energy was increasing, and you felt it.

'You're in a tough place, aren't you dear.'

'No...'

'I can feel how overwhelmed you feel. Your fellow companion is being taken away~ I can deal with it..."

"Hey! Don't you dare give in!" You hear Zale shout from the arms of the Fatui.

In the end, you gave in. You fell on the floor as a Basilisk peered over you. It covered the skylight from the scene.

One of the Fatui tried to grab you, but you flipped backwards mindlessly. Another tried to shoot you down, but you blocked the bullet with a vine. The Basilisk took over you.

They all retreated in the end.

You felt yourself awake again, still standing up. At first, you were confused. Then you realized that Zale was nowhere around you.

"Damn it..." You held your forehead in disappointment. You didn't know how to react. Your emotions froze, as your emotions at the time were stoic.

There was no lead on where they headed after with your companion. So you decided to head on to one of the civilizations, big or small.

The civilization nearby, however, was where most Sumeru Academia students resided. To you, it only meant trouble. No matter where you go that isn't a Fatui area, you'd always be kicked around-- Being accused of having some kind of disease.

"Ah, goodness..." You groaned as you looked at the civilization right in front of you. "I'm not dealing with this..."

"Go to hell, Teyvat and it's Arch-"

"What's a youngster like you doing out here, sweetie?" A feminine voice called out to you.

Looking behind you with a cautious expression, you see a lady with light-brown hair, along with green eyes. She looked like a student at the Academia.

"I have no business with you, lady." You replied in a bitter tone, making it obvious that you were being hostile towards her.

Instead, she smiled. "It's okay not to be a people person." She said. "I'm Lisa Minci, but please just call me Lisa. I'll be happy to take care of you."

Your head jerked a bit. "Take care--? I'm 15, I'm old enough to take care of myself." The sappy side of you started to come out naturally. "You don't know what people have done to me. How should I trust you?"

Lisa tilted her head as a concerned frown went on her lips, then quickly shifted into a smile. "I will not hurt you one bit, sweetie. I'll take you somewhere to get some new clothes."

As she walked ahead, you stood there in a gaze. Nobody, and literally nobody has been so nice to you that they have you in such a state. All you heard was the wind.

"You coming?"

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ssa-pretty-boy · 4 years

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Love and Thunder

Summary: When a thunderstorm rolls in and the power goes out what will Spencer and his girlfriend do to pass the time?

Word Count: 4.4k

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smuttttttt - fingering, unprotected sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT KIDS), penetrative sex

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The smell of coming rain had been in the air for days. So when dark clouds rolled in, threatening to open up at any given moment, no one really gave it a second thought. But as the day progressed the normal hustle and bustle of the city grew into something more palpable, its people trying to get indoors before the torrential down pour that was sure to come.

Spencer Reid was no exception. Though there was something about a good thunderstorm that he found extremely relaxing, he didn’t want to be caught outside in one. Like the rest of the city’s inhabitants he was speed walking down the concrete sidewalks, eternally grateful that his apartment was only a couple of blocks away from his metro stop.

He managed to make it into the lobby of his building just as the first drops of rain started to sprinkle down. With a grateful sigh, he shucked off his rain coat as he watched the droplets slide down the glass door. The drizzle was slow and lazy, honestly more like a fine mist than true rain. Maybe this was just going to be an average summer rain shower after all.

Taking the stairs two at a time up to the fourth floor, he made it to the last landing with an astonishing amount of grace. For someone who was as uncoordinated as Spencer tended to be, it was a surprise even to himself he made it without so much as stumbling. He unlocked the door and was greeted with the sound of pots and pans clinking together coming from the kitchen. Rounding the corner into his tiny kitchen he saw Y/N at the stove, stirring what smelt like pasta sauce with one hand and holding an open book up to her face with the other. She was mouthing the words as she read and Spencer smiled, he found it incredibly endearing and told her as much as he left his satchel and raincoat on the small table tucked into the corner of the room.

Y/N laughed, glancing up over the top of her book with a warm smile as he came over to her. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and settled his chin on the top of her head. “Wasn’t expecting you home yet.”

The book forgotten, she tossed it to the counter and leaned back into him, tilting her head up to place a soft kiss on the underside of his jaw. “I was just extra help today so I got cut loose early because of the storm.”

He hummed again, certainly not complaining that his girlfriend was home. “What are you making?”

She took the wooden spoon out of the pot and held it up to Spencer’s mouth for him to taste, smiling when he groaned and nodded his approval. “My mom sent me a new recipe for a creole Alfredo sauce. Everything else is ready so I just have to it throw in and let it simmer for a few minutes. Why don’t you go wash up and I’ll start setting the table.”

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When Spencer and Y/N were in each other’s company, they had a habit of blocking out the rest of the world. Spencer had always thought it sounded lame and cheesy when he heard couples say such things but when he met Y/N he understood it instantly. They were just so comfortable around each other, so…compatible, that nothing else mattered to them as long as the other was happy. Especially when they were in the comfort of their own home.

They had been so wrapped up in each other, in fact, that they failed to notice the changing atmosphere outside. It wasn’t until they settled into bed for the night, when Spencer finally flipped on the TV and mindlessly turned to the weather channel in hopes of seeing a sunny forecast for the following day, that he realized just how intense this storm was going to get. So much for that picnic in the park with Derek, Savannah, and Hank they’d so been looking forward to. Spencer studied the swirling diagram of colors, noting that area which he and his girlfriend called home was already far into the red and it didn’t look like they would be in the green any time soon.

A flash of lightening brought his attention away from the television and towards the window on Y/N’s side of the bed. Pushing the thick duvet back, Spencer climbed from the warmth of the bed and padded towards the window. He reached out with a little hesitance and pulled the curtains back, eyes widening at what he saw on the other side of the glass. Several of the small trees lining the street had been blown over, the street itself in front of the building was flooded, and a few blocks away it looked as though the power had gone out.

“It’s nasty out there,” he mumbled more to himself than Y/N. She was so preoccupied with painting her toenails, a shade of deep red that Spencer secretly found incredibly sexy, that she hadn’t even noticed him get out of bed to walk over to the window.

“Is it?” She wasn’t really paying him any mind as she finished painting her left pink toe, the very tip of her tongue sticking out between her lips in concatenation as she did so.

He mumbled a soft ‘yeah’ as he sat down in front of her. Grinning at him, Y/N leaned back against the headboard of the bed and screwed the cap back onto her nail polish before tossing it into the small canvas bag sitting on her bedside table.

“You like?” The question was rhetorical, she knew how much he liked the color on her and maybe she picked out specially for that reason. She lifted her foot just in front of his face and wiggled her toes to show off the color of the polish.

Smirking at her, Spencer grabbed ahold of her ankle and pulled her down the bed closer to him, laughing at the squeal that the action got from her. Holding her foot up to his mouth, he pressed a kiss to each toe before slowly beginning to kiss up her foot to her calve then her thigh, all the way up to her waiting lips. “I fucking love it.”

He let put a playful growl as he dove into the crook of her neck and began to place sloppy wet kisses all over the exposed skin, his fingers ghosting over her sides to start tickling her relentlessly. Her giggles ringing out through the small bedroom were like the most beautiful music he’d ever heard. Their playful fun was cut short though by a bright flash of lightening that washed the room in a bluish hue, both of their head snapping towards the window. Holding his breath, Spencer began to count in anticipation for the clap of thunder that was sure to come.

1…

2…

3…

4…

There was the deafening crack of thunder he had been waiting on. It sounded like it was directly over head, the very walls of the building seeming to quake. Y/N let out a squeak, clutching onto Spencer’s biceps for dear life as she hid her face in his chest.

Trying to lighten the mood however he could, he laughed and and pulled back to look at her face. “It’s alright, sweet girl. Just a little thunder and lightning, nothing to be scared of. Well, there’s no need to be afraid of thunder, anyway, seeing as though its really just a sound caused by the lightning. Lightning, on the other hand, can be quite dangerous if-”

With a playful swat to his chest, she silenced him. “As much as I usually love your facts and tangents, that one really didn’t help. Like at all. You know how I am about bad weather! It just freaks me out a little." She admitted the last bit sheepishly, no matter how many times he assured her she had no reason to be embarrassed by her fear of storms, she still hated to admit it. Everyone is afraid of something, he always told her.

Brown eyes flashing, he looked down at her with a smirk before leaning back back down and pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth before working his way to her jaw.

“Well then, why don’t we do something to take you mind off of it, hm?” He was kissing her throat again as he suggested it, pressing the words into the column of her neck with wet, open mouthed kisses. Her head was already swimming, thoughts foggy as his mouth trailed lower, pulling at the collar of her shirt to get access to her collar bones now. The only response she was able to supply him with was a mumbled “mhm” and a shuddering gasp as his cold hands slipped under her T-shirt to find her bare chest, much more purposeful than the playful tickling had been. His thumbs ghosted over her nipples and she arched into touch, moaning when he pinched the hardening peaks between his thumbs and forefingers.

Just as he pulled the old Caltech shirt off of her, the lamps on either side of the bed along with the TV began to flicker. “Shit,” he cursed as he rolled off of her. “The power is probably about to go.”

Spencer stood from the bed and grabbed his phone from the bedside table just as the electricity flickered off entirely. Switching on the flashlight that was built into his phone, he shone it into Y/N’s face. She squinted into the light, holding up her hands to shield her eyes from the blinding brightness. “I’m going to go get some candles and a lighter. Stay in here, bubs.”

Quickly making his way down the dark hallway, Spencer headed for the hoard of scented candles he knew Y/N had stashed in the linen closet. He scanned the shelves, and spied the decorative basket tucked into the corner of the top shelf. Honestly, he didn’t even want to know how Y/N had managed to get up there. Even for as tall as he was, he had to stand on his tip-toes to reach it.

He pulled the basket down and rummaged through it, crinkling his nose at a few of the names… Pink Sand, Midnight Cashmere, Home Sweet Home. Why did they all have to have weird names? Why couldn’t they just be named what they were supposed to smell like? Eventually he gave up on trying to find normal ones, just deciding to take the entire basket before going to the kitchen to retrieve a lighter from the junk drawer under the microwave.

Once back in their bedroom, Spencer began to scatter the candles all over the small space, lighting them as he went. Before long the entire room was aglow with a soft, flickering light. After finally lighting the last few, he tossed the lighter down onto the dresser before going to flop onto the bed next to Y/N.

Still half naked, she was sitting up with her knees pulled her to chest and staring absentmindedly out of the window. She was too busy worrying her bottom lip between her teeth and watching the rain slap against the glass to pay the slightest bit of attention to Spencer. So he turned onto his side and took the opportunity to watch her.

Right arm propping his head up, he shamelessly let his eyes rake over her from the top of her head all the way to the tips her toes. On their fifth date, he’d noted that candle light made her look ten times as gorgeous as she already was. The tiny flickering flames illuminated her features in ways a light bulb or even the sun failed do. Every date night he had planned since usually involved a lot of candles for that very reason.

Not being able to resist the temptation any longer, Spencer reached up and cupped her cheek in his hand. Y/N turned her face into his palm and pressed a kiss to the center of it. Their eyes locked and Spencer swore he felt his heart swell in his chest as she stared down at him with what could only be called adoration. It was funny how time seemed to stop completely when she looked at him like that. Like he hung the stars and the moon in the sky just for her. It made him feel like he could fly.

She moved to lie down facing him, so close that their noses were just centimeters apart, and ran her hands up his arms to his shoulders. The muscles of his arms tensed in the wake of her touch and she batted her lashes up him, feigning total innocence at her actions as his pupils blew wide. Her hands slid back down his chest, her nails pressing into him just hard enough to leave faint red lines in their wake. “I think we were doing something a minute ago.”

“Yeah, I think we were.” His words were husky as he cupped her cheeks in his hands again and leaned in to kiss her. Winding her arms around his neck, she pulled him on top of her and he fell to rest perfectly between her thighs.

One of his hands slipped into her hair and gripped tightly at the roots, snapping her head back so that he could have even more access to her throat and jaw. A wanton moan accompanied the sharp sting of her nails raking over his shoulders when he bit down hard enough to bruise. He bit and sucked relentlessly at her pulse point, fully intending to give her a rather spectacular hickey to sport the next day at work. When he pulled away to inspect his work he smirked at the mark, his thumb brushing over it with just enough pressure to have her whimpering.

Becoming desperate for some sort of relief from the growing tension between her legs, she started grinding herself down onto Spencer’s thigh. The cocky bastard was smirking down at her as his iron grip forced her hips back down onto the mattress. She was already so blissed out she didn’t even realize his hands had left her neck and hair. “Be patient, princess.”

The use of the pet name had her eyes fluttering shut, the asshole knew the effect it had on her and used it to his advantage every change he got. Kissing her swollen lips once more, he pulled away and sat back on his calves to drink in the sight of her; pupils blown wide, lips red and swollen. When she looked like this, all flustered just from his touches and kisses, Spencer could barely control himself. Before going to crawl back over her, he grabbed the collar of his t-shirt and quickly tugged it over his head before tossing it to join her’s on the floor.

Y/N sat up on her knees, meeting him in the middle of the bed, to kiss him. It was feverish and sloppy, their teeth clashing and nipping at each other’s lips. Both were breathless when they finally parted, heads swimming from the lack of oxygen.

Placing a firm hand on her chest, Spencer pushed her back to lie back down on the bed. Hovering over her again, he dipped his head down to her chest and took her one of her nipples into his mouth. Y/N’s breath caught in her throat as he bit down and tugged at it. He released her after a moment and laved over the bite marks with his tongue before he moved to her other breast. She arched up into his touch, hands tangling in his hair as he continued to lavish her chest with attention.

“I love your tits,” he told her shamelessly, placing a kiss on each raw nipple before licking up the valley between them.

Despite the filthiness of the words and actions, she snorted out a laugh and shoved his head away from her chest. He was laughing as he pulled away, “I do though!”

“I know you do. And I love your cock but I would really love if it were inside me right now.” She reached down and started palming him through his pajama pants to emphasize her point.

“Remember what I said about having p-patience?” He choked on the words as she gripped him tighter, his head dropping forward onto her shoulder as he shuddered. When he lifted his head back up his cheeks were flushed and his pupils had blown so wide there was only a thin ring of honey brown surrounding them.

He sat back and hooked his fingers into the waist band of her sleep shorts and underwear and jerked them down her legs. When she was completely naked under him, he cupped her sex and practically growled,“I want to play a little first.”

The words alone were enough to have her moaning and bucking up into his hand, aching for some sort of friction. Spencer ran his middle finger up her slit, gathering her arousal on the digit before bringing it up to her mouth. Without having to be told, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, taking his finger in her mouth and moaning at the taste of herself as she sucked it clean.

She released him with a soft ‘pop’ and he instantly brought his hand back down to her core. He ran the same finger up her slit again, ghosting over her clit with a few slow, lazy circles this time. Y/N gasped, her hands flying to Spencer’s biceps as he slowly slid the offending digit into her and began to pump it in and out of her.

She moaned out, arching her back off the bed as he started to pick up the pace, curling it up to perfectly stroke against her front wall each time. “More.” It came out as more of a breathless moan than an actual word but Spencer understood her none the less. “Gimme another one, Spence.”

“So fucking needy, aren’t you?” Despite the comment he complied with her request instantly. She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe as he slipped another long, nimble finger into her aching heat, not even bothering to give her a chance to acclimate to the slight stretch. Spencer’s fingers were fucking into her at a relentless pace, still curling them at just the right angle to have her seeing stars. She had asked for more and damn if he wasn’t delivering.

She was slack jawed as her eyes were rolled back in her head and god damn he had never been happier to have an eidetic memory. The look on her face was going to be what got him off when he was in those cold, lonely hotel rooms across the country.

“Ah god,” she was panting now, her chest heaving as she chased after her high. “Please don’t stop. Please. Please. Please, Spence.”

He added his thumb to her clit and started pressing small, tight circles to the swollen bundle of nerves. A lewd moan ripped from her throat as her hips bucked up into his hand, much to Spencer’s amusement. With a deep chuckle, he leaned down to whisper in her ear, “Please what, princess? Use your words.”

A delicious warmth started to settle in her belly as she clenched around around his fingers and Spencer had to bite down on the inside of his cheek to keep from groaning at the tightness. “Please let me cum. Please,” she was begging, her voice raw and breathless. And he would be lying through his fucking teeth if he said it didn’t go straight to his cock. He hummed and sped up his fingers, still making sure to curl upward with each thrust.

Stars flashed in front of her eyes as that warmth in her belly burst into a full blown flame, the fire licking up her body from her toes all the way to her head. Her nails dug into Spencer’s tensed biceps as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of her, milking her high for all it was worth. Even as the pleasure started to ebb, he kept up his ministrations to the point where her mewling moans turned into whimpers. She was spasming around his fingers, her walls gripping so tightly around him that he couldn’t help the bucking of his hips into the mattress below them.

“S-Spencer,” she moaned, her hands finally finding his and trying to shove him away. She could already feel another orgasm building, riding the tails of the aftershocks from the first.

“C’mon,” he purred. “You can do it, baby. Give me another one.”

Her skin felt like it was on fire as her toe curling second orgasm hit her. She was trembling as Spencer worked her through it, his fingers slowing and eventually pulling away from her aching pussy altogether. Another lewd moan was the only sound she could manage at the loss of contact.

“You did so good, princess,” he mumbled as he pressed sweet kisses to the side of her face while she came back down to earth. “You took my fingers so well. Think you can handle my cock now, baby?”

Bleary eyes fluttered open to look up at him and she nodded slowly. Spencer smirked down at her and made quick work of wiggling out of his pajama pants. Y/N reached down to take him in her hand but he swatted her away. His cock was aching and he knew if she took him in her very capable hands he wouldn’t last long at all. “Trust me baby, I’m good to go.”

Grabbing her by her forearm, Spencer hauled her up to sit on her knees before climbing back on the bed behind her. Still fucked out and pliable, she didn’t fight it when he put a firm hand between her shoulder blades and pushed her face down into the mattress. With one hand firmly planted on her hip and the other gripping his dick, he lined himself up with her entrance and slowly pushed in.

Every nerve ending in her body felt like it was a live wire; everywhere he touched he left fire in his wake. She was a mewling mess beneath him as he set a slow but purposeful pace, pulling out almost completely before slamming back into her. There were sure to be finger shaped bruises along her hips in the morning but she didn’t care, couldn’t care as he started pounding into her like his only purpose in life was to fuck her into sweet, sweet oblivion.

“Fuck,” he panted, “you feel so fucking good, baby. So tight and warm.”

The sound of skin slapping and Y/N moans filled the room as he settled into a quick and brutal rhythm, his hips snapping forward even harder. One of his hands slid up her back and gripped onto the back of her neck, hauling her back to rest against his chest. Her mouth dropped open in a silent scream, her eyes screwing shut at the deeper angle the position allowed. He was so deep and she swore she could feel him in her belly when he took her this way.

“Nu-huh,” he breathed in her ear, thrusts not faltering in the slightest. The hand on the back of her neck came to grip her jaw and turn her head towards the mirror resting on the dresser directly across from the bed. “I want you to watch yourself get wrecked.”

Her eyes fluttered open and looked at her reflection in the mirror, moaning at what she saw staring back at her. The hand he had on her hip slid around her and dipped down to spread her open so they could better see where he was fucking into her.

“Touch yourself for me,” he told her, his voice husky and commanding. She did as she was told, sticking her fingers in her mouth first to wet them with her tongue before bringing them down to her clit and swirling them in small, quick circles. With a particularly sharp thrust Y/N was cumming again, crying out as her vision went completely white this time around.

Her walls clamped down around his cock like a vice and Spencer’s head dropped to her shoulder as he groaned, his thrusts starting to get sloppy. “S-Shit. I’m right behind you, baby, just hold on.”

A couple of thrusts later he was cumming, groaning out a string of curses as he spilled into her. His arms around her waist were the only thing keeping her upright as they caught their breath. As gently as he could manage, he pulled out of her and her lie down before collapsing to the mattress beside her.

After a few minutes of basking in their afterglow, Spencer pressed a kiss to the crown of Y/N’s head before he got out of the bed to get a washcloth to clean her up. As he turned off the faucet he realized there was a sudden lack of howling wind and pouring rain. Making his way back into the bedroom, he peeked out the window before returning to bed.

“It stopped storming,” he mused as he gently brought the warm washcloth up between Y/N’s legs.

She winced at the sensation but was otherwise quiet for a moment before admitting, “Honestly, I had forgotten it was even storming in the first place.”

Mission accomplished then, Spencer thought to himself with a soft chuckle as he tossed the washcloth in the hamper next to the dresser. He settled back down on the bed with her, pulling her back to him. He had just about drifted off to sleep when Y/N started to giggle uncontrollably. He peaked an eye open to look down at her as her shoulders started to shake from the fit of laughter.

“God, the neighbors probably thought we were making a porno.” She was still laughing as she said it but knew fully well that the elderly couple next door probably did hear them. And would no doubt make comments about it the next time they ran into each other in the stairwell.

A wicked grin took over his face as he looked down at her and laughed, “Now there’s an idea.”

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hurricanery · 3 years

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hurricane

A/N: shoutout to everyone that sent me song recs I'm feeling hella inspired and I’m gonna keep them in my inbox to come back to for future one shots! <3 credit to the anon that sent me this song...i wrote this so fast in my head and now it’s here! This is pretty amelia-centric but there’s a hint of amelink in here too, so hope u enjoy!

TW: implied drug use

also this is for @wordsxstars bc chloe ur my angst buddy forever !!

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I’m the violence in the pouring rain

I’m a hurricane

Come and fade me

I’m a hurricane

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It rained the day she was born. Like really rained. It was the kind of torrential downpour that turned the whole sky a threateningly dark mix of indigo and grey.

Her Mother hadn’t planned for it. Hadn’t considered the impact that the weather would play on her child’s entrance into the world.

And she’d felt a lighthearted resentment towards this child, for deciding to push her way out at such an inconvenient time.

Because they’d sat in traffic.

Full of panic.

In the middle of a city-wide weather emergency.

“Leave it to baby number five,” her Mother had breathed through a contraction, hands gripping tightly to the cushions of the passenger seat. “To be born….during….a hurricane.”

“This hasn’t been classified as a hurricane yet, Carolyn-”

The glare she’d given her husband was enough to shut him up as she exhaled through the pressure of her contractions.

And she’d gripped the edges of the seat even tighter.

The same way Amelia does now, 18 years later.

Her fingers grip the edges of the seat, and her fingernails scratch over the fabric lightly, as she stares out the passenger side window.

It’s raining out. Not a downpour or anything. But steadily enough to trigger that feeling. That feeling that’s uncertain and nostalgic at the same time. Two practically opposite notions that crash together like the thunder that’s threatening the sky.

She hears Derek clear his throat, and her gaze snaps to his just in time.

Just in time for her to witness her brother’s eyes dart from her tightly-wound fingers to the road ahead as he drives.

She quickly moves her hands, on instinct. Burying them in her lap instead. There’s an overly-positive inflection to her brother’s tone as he speaks out into the space between them.

“I was nervous, too,” he laughs a bit under his breath, like he’s recalling a specific memory. “When I went away to school.”

“I’m not nervous.”

Disbelief flashes quickly across his face, but then he replaces it with something more soft. Like he’s deciding to give his younger sister the benefit of the doubt. Like he’s actually letting her have this one.

“Well, then….I’m impressed.”

Amelia rolls her eyes. And then she shivers involuntarily.

There’s something about being in an air-conditioned car, protected from the heat of the storm outside. It causes chills to rise through her body, despite it being the end of August. She turns in her seat, reaching towards the back of the car, to where all of her belongings are packed. Pulling out a crocheted blanket, she twists forward in her seat again and covers her bare legs with it.

She stares at the road ahead, finding patterns in the wet pavement, before she tentatively opens the conversation back up.

“Was Mom with you?” She utters the question, and she doesn’t let herself look in Derek’s direction. “Was Mom there to drop you off at college?”

It’s not until after she voices the question, that she realizes. Realizes that’s the thing that’s potentially been bothering her.

Derek sighs. And his hands grip the steering wheel a little tighter.

“She was.”

Amelia nods.

This answer doesn’t surprise her. And it doesn’t hurt either. It’s mostly just numb acceptance at this point.

She finally turns to him, and she almost doesn’t recognize herself in her next question.

“It’s because I look like him, right?”

It’s the first time she’s comprehended it out loud. The weight of it hits her like a ton of bricks. The fact that it all comes back to that.

“Who?”

Amelia gives him an incredulous stare, her mouth forming in a tight line. It amplifies her refusal to feed into Derek’s decided lack of wit.

Because he knows what she’s asking.

And Derek knows that Amelia knows that.

Amelia refuses to blink. She lets her eyes become unfocused as she stubbornly holds her gaze.

Until Derek eventually nods, giving up.

“Amelia….” He sighs. “You look like me.” He turns briefly in her direction, like he’s hoping her stare will have faltered slightly at his explanation so far. But it hasn’t. She’s relentless sometimes.

He exhales a bit shakily before he continues, eyes shifting back to the road.

“You look like me….and you look like Dad, too.”

Amelia finally lets herself blink at that. Relief floods her dry eyes and her mind, too.

She turns back to the window, focusing instead on the world around them. Her eyes land on two particular raindrops against the window. And she smiles slightly as she watches them drop down towards the ledge. Like it’s a race to see which raindrop finishes first. Which raindrop will dip first into the crack of the window pane, where it’ll disappear forever.

It’s a game she played as a child, too.

She loved to watch the raindrops race against the plastic walls of her playhouse. In the quiet corner of her vast backyard.

It had rained on the day of her 6th birthday party. And Amelia had almost been glad for that.

Her Mother had talked it up the entire week.

“Saturday is Amy’s birthday!”

“Saturday is all about Amy!”

But it felt false to Amelia, even as a 6-year-old.

The forced element of the celebration. And the way her Mother had demanded her siblings participate, too.

But the party was cancelled. And Amelia instead found herself in her favorite place to be during a rainstorm. Surrounded by the yellow walls of her plastic playhouse.

Derek had found her that day. A smile playing at his lips as he ducked his wet head of hair into the window of her little hideaway.

“Whatcha thinkin about, Amy?”

“What are you thinking about?”

Amelia quickly shakes from her daze, abandoning the slight pride she’d just felt at her choice of raindrop winning the race against the car window.

She turns to Derek, and she even smiles a bit in his direction.

“I’m thinking about….starting over.”

“Starting over?!” Derek gives her one of his classic smiles. There’s an element of surprise to it, that lands in his eyes. But ultimately it’s laced with excitement, through and through. “Starting over is good.”

Amelia beams at him. It starts off small but she can feel the way it grows on her face. It’s the kind of grin that makes her cheeks dimple.

Derek shakes his head, laughing under his breath as he faces the road again.

“You know….no one wants you to start completely over, Amy.”

She raises her eyebrows at this, her grin transforming into more of a doubtful smirk at her brother’s words.

“Well I, for one, don’t want you to change.”

Amelia exhales a slight chuckle.

“I’ll try not to get rid of the good parts,” she mutters.

Derek is focused on the road in front of them, so all Amelia can really decipher, is his side profile. But she can see it. The hint of glassiness in his grey-blue orbs.

Silence falls between them, and Amelia feels a tightness form within her own throat. She attempts to clear it, tries to alleviate what the moment is turning out to be. But then Derek starts speaking again in a low tone, and the tightness spreads itself further.

“Dad would be so proud of you, you know.”

Amelia smiles tightly.

She only half believes that statement.

Because truthfully, she has no idea how she got here. How she managed to make it this far anyway. That realization hits her hard and fast and suddenly she doesn’t care that her eyes are stinging the same way Derek’s were a moment ago.

“I wish I remembered him better,” she admits, and her voice is notably thin.

Derek turns to her, his eyes filled with something Amelia can’t quite place.

“I feel like….” She continues, ignoring the way her voice wavers. “My idea of him comes from the pictures I’ve seen? If that makes sense? And I don’t have the actual memories anymore….I don’t….I wish I remembered what he was really like, you know? His voice, his mannerisms, everything-”

“I know what you mean.”

They exit the freeway, the car slowing at a stoplight as they enter the college town.

“You’re so like him in so many ways, Amelia.” Derek says it in a whispered tone, as they turn onto the main road. Like the comprehension is overwhelming to even him. “So….just like you said….don’t get rid of the good parts, okay?”

Amelia lets herself smile as she turns away from him, eyes scanning the surroundings of the town that will be her new home. The rain has died down significantly, and Amelia questions whether that’s an accurate observation, or if it’s just that they’re driving at a slower speed now.

“Okay,” she eventually responds.

“Are you okay?”

The question had come from Derek.

“Jesus Christ, you scared me,” Amelia had practically gasped upon slipping through the front door. She thought she’d been inconspicuous.

Derek stared at her expectantly.

“I’m fine,” she muttered, but she couldn’t stop her teeth from chattering.

“It’s pouring out. Did you walk?” There’d been criticism in his voice.

“You’d be more upset if I said I drove, right?”

“Amy.”

“Derek.”

They’d been at a standoff. In the middle of the entryway. Both of them seemingly unphased by the mix of mud and water that tracked all over their Mother’s favorite area rug.

Derek sighed. And Amelia stared at the floor. Unable to make eye contact, too aware that her eyes were hinted red and full of haze.

“Why didn’t you call me for a ride?”

“I didn’t know you’d still be here.” Her reply sounded bitter. But maybe it had just been the tightness in her jaw, the pressure from fighting off the wet and the cold.

There was a moment of stunned silence.

“You missed Dad’s birthday dinner.” Derek’s tone had been accusatory again.

“Dad missed it, too.”

“Amelia-”

She’d cut Derek off with a bizarrely edged laugh.

Their Dad’s birthday dinner. They’d celebrate every year as a family. They’d sit down and have dinner together. And Amelia ultimately despised it. Mostly because they’d started grouping it together with her own birthday celebration. Her birthday followed a week after their Dad’s. And it just served as another reminder. Another reason for displaced resentment.

Amelia bit down on her laugh, stunned. She’d be turning 16 the following week.

“Amelia.” He said it again, this time more cautionary.

She finally looked at him. And she could see genuine concern in his expression.

“Are you okay?” He asked for a second time.

All Amelia could do was nod.

“Are you on your way out?” She whispered the question.

And then it was Derek’s turn to nod.

“I just wanted to say goodbye before I took back off to school,” he explained. “And I wanted to tell you happy birthday.”

Amelia smirked coldly at him, and finally started moving towards the stairs.

“Bye, Derek.”

2 years later and they’ve yet to improve this part.

It’s a rushed goodbye. Like it usually is for them. They don’t do goodbyes very well. Maybe that had something to do with shared past experiences.

Derek helps her set up her dorm room and when there’s nothing left to do, a knowing shift occurs in the atmosphere.

He pulls his hands out of his pockets, and forces a smile on his face. And when he pulls her into a tight hug, it takes Amelia a moment to reciprocate the gesture.

But Derek just squeezes her tighter until she does.

“You’re going to love it here, Amy,” he mumbles, before pulling away.

And Amelia just nods. Not able to find her words.

Because they’re bad at goodbyes. Which Derek knows. So he lets her off the hook, backs out of the small room with one last glance in her direction.

And Amelia watches him go.

Amelia doesn’t love it here, right away.

She tries to. She really does.

She sits in the shared common areas and convinces herself that maybe she’ll step up and talk to someone today.

It’s strange. She’s an outgoing person. She could be the life of the party when she really wanted to. But, she sits now, textbooks open in front of her, glancing around the library at fellow students. And she feels worlds beyond them. She questions to herself how she can even feel years beyond people her own age.

And that’s the self-inquiry that ruins her plan. She gets way too inside her own head and it hinders any chance she has at trying today.

Instead she gets up, shoving her books into her bag and walking purposefully to the exit.

It’s when she reaches her dorm, that the rain starts. She can smell it first. The distinct way the air changes when it’s about to rain. It feels humid and thick and her skin starts to feel sticky before the cold front lightly passes over her, and it provides relief.

The sky gets dark and it starts to sprinkle, just as she climbs the steps of her building.

As she enters her room, a dark cloud of restlessness storms her mind. Because she doesn’t know what her next move is. What her plan is for the rest of the day.

She looks around the small room, eyes catching on a piece of paper that’s been slipped under her door.

She picks it up, and when she reads the words on the flyer, she wants to laugh to herself. Because it simply lists an address for a party later tonight. And she’s laughing because, is this really how college works?

She decides there’s no way she’s going to the party.

After 2 hours of staring at the ugly off-white paneling of her dorm room ceiling, Amelia sits up in bed.

Because there’s a hint of it. A fleeting thought. A question that flashes through her mind almost too quickly to even divulge in.

But it’s there. The question of ‘what’s the worst that could happen?’

It’s enough to make her get out of bed. Which is confusing, to say the least. Because she hadn’t anticipated spending her evening this way. But now she’s pulling open her dresser drawers, trying to find something to wear. And she’s glancing at herself in the mirror, reaching for her makeup bag at the same time.

The last thing she remembers thinking, when she exits her dorm room is, what’s the worst that could happen?

The worst that could happen, happens almost right away.

It takes place in the form of ‘jungle juice.’

“It’s called jungle juice!”

Amelia stares blankly at the frat boy in front of her. She’s standing way too close to the bouncing speakers and the music is way too loud.

“What?!”

“Jungle juice!” He yells again, “Basically everyone brings a fifth of something and it all gets poured in there! It’s disgusting, but it makes for a dangerous concoction! Want me to grab you a cup?”

Amelia shakes her head. She doesn’t know what she was thinking.

Well, that’s not entirely true. She was thinking that she had to at least try. Give a shot at relating to people her age.

She surveys the boy in front of her. He’s attractive. Jet black hair, green eyes and even a slightly alternative vibe to him. It surprises Amelia, considering she’s in a frat house. He seems unexpected. And maybe her type. She’d probably go for him, if she wasn’t currently so inside her own head about it.

She feels her nails dig lightly into the palms of her hands as she drops her arms to the side, and she immediately catches herself. She exhales, trying to relax.

“I’ll grab something else, probably!” she yells back to the boy patiently standing in front of her.

Patiently, she thinks. Because she’s already a step ahead of him, labeling him, and she knows she’s someone that requires patience in events like these.

She shifts her eyes away from him, instead looking to the tiny window in the corner of the crowded room. It’s raining outside. Drops of condensation race against the glass in a familiar motion.

A feeling swells in her chest that’s hard to ignore. There’s a strong desire to escape her current environment and it practically makes her want to crawl out of her skin.

“I’m not supposed to be here!” She shouts over the music, turning back to the conversation.

“Huh?!”

“It’s raining!” She’s an octave louder this time.

“Yeah! It’s good we’re inside, right?!”

Amelia shakes her head, stepping away. Ignoring the confusion on the boy’s face, she turns on her heels, pushing through the crowd until she can find an exit. When she finally makes it out onto the less crowded porch, she lets out a huge exhale.

She keeps waking. The sun is setting, and the impending storm makes the sky a glorious shade of violet.

The rain pelts her skin as she walks hastily through the campus and although it provides relief, there’s also a sense of something else. It’s almost yearning. Or maybe homesickness. But it doesn’t make sense, because she’s never craved home before.

She thinks she’s crying. She can’t really tell. It’s hard to separate the rain from any potential saltiness that threatens her cheeks. The only thing that gives her away is her labored breathing.

She’s overwhelmed. And for once in her life she wishes Derek were here. He’d know the right thing to say.

Her thoughts are interrupted when a figure passes her on her left. It’s sudden. She doesn’t anticipate it and she doesn’t hear anyone approach, mostly because her thoughts are so loud and there’s thunder starting to rumble through the sky.

“Fuck,” she gasps, hand clutching her chest as the stranger passes her.

He’s running, but he slows his jog after she voices her alarm.

He turns around, taking in Amelia’s startled expression.

“Oh, sorry!” His own surprised guise shifts quickly to one of concern, though.

“Are you okay?” He asks, voice raised to compensate for the rain as he calls out to her.

Amelia nods.

“You just scared me, is all,” she shrugs.

He looks her up and down, but Amelia doesn’t even feel scrutinized by it.

He steps towards her. And Amelia finds her voice.

“Out for a run?” She’s surprised by her own curiosity.

He shakes his head as he approaches. “I was walking back from the library,” he points to the sky, in an obvious gesture. “And then it started raining….and I started running….”

Amelia feels a smile break across her face, the dimpled kind. Because there’s something about the way he looks up at the sky while he explains himself, that amuses her.

He turns to her, and he has a wide grin on his face as he catches his breath from running. Not wide in the way that he’s smiling hugely, or anything. But Amelia can tell that his typical smile just happens to stretch that far. It makes her own smile further.

“You heading to north hall?”

Amelia nods.

“I live there, too!” He exclaims. “Food sucks but we have the biggest closets out of all the dorms on the entire campus.”

Amelia raises her eyebrows at this.

“Am I….bothering you?” His grin quickly fades. “God, I didn’t mean to just start….walking with you. Sorry, shit. You must think I’m some sort of-”

“You can walk with me,” she bites down on another smile. Because it’s the most she’s smiled in weeks and it feels foreign to her. “It’s fine.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” she peeks sideways at him. “As long as we don’t have to start running,” she adds with a laugh.

His smile returns. And they keep waking. The rain starts to die down a bit, but Amelia questions whether she’s imagined that. She can see the rain. And maybe she can hear it, too. But she can’t really feel it. Her focus has shifted.

“I’m Amelia, by the way.”

“Amelia?” He repeats her name, and there’s a spark of interest in his inflection, like he’s really doing his best to store that information.

She nods.

They reach north hall. The rain has come to a complete halt, and Amelia thinks it would almost feel sunny, if the sun hadn’t already set.

“It’s nice to meet you, Amelia. I’m Link.”

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sewrb · 3 years

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Enjoy some klausper fan fiction ༶•┈┈⛧┈♛༶•┈┈⛧┈♛

He faded away, Just like that, without even saying goodbye. Jesper never understood why Klaus just vanished, and his mind could never wrap around what he did wrong. Did Jesper hurt Klaus? Was Klaus sick and he just died? How could the man never know? Each thought making his mind think that jesper was the issue, making jesper hate himself more. What is the issue? Did he genuinely upset Klaus enough for him to just leave everything behind and run away. It couldn't be that true, could it? Jesper fixated on these thoughts for 2 weeks after what happened, then it soon became 3 months, 6,9, and more. Each passing day Jesper spent his time in the cabin.

He never got the chance to confess his feelings so he just stayed there in Klaus's smell and atmosphere. Every day he walked around feeling the small toys that were left behind, walking up the stairs and looking at the postures left over. Jesper even stared at Lydia's photos hoping Klaus was with his true love. That's something he hated losing about himself, taking Klaus away from his Lydia. Jesper sighed and picked up the picture frame, his eyes glued to Lydia. They then moved to Klaus, he looked so young and happy. Their height is still somewhat funny to jesper.

Jesper gently sat the picture down before leaving it as he walked off. He always hoped Klaus was back with his love, even if jesper loved the man. He knew they weren't meant to be, and at some point he was okay with that, even if it hurt. Jesper walked to the fore place and posted water on it, watching the smoke rise up through the chimney. He then turned and went to Klaus's old chair taking a seat, their size baffled him, but at this point he didn't mind. As it is true , late jesper yawned more, even if he was tired his body was sadly used to it, he barely slept, he just couldn't.

But, some nights he got lucky and ended up falling asleep in the chair. It's not too comfortable but he still likes resting in it, it reminds him of Klaus and it makes him happy. Through the days he finds himself growing more exhausted, his body just staring at the family tree, or what was supposed to be the family tree. It hurts him to look at it, but most days he just stands there, watching it, wishing Klaus got the family he so wanted.

Each day grows longer and more drawn out. Most days staying a dull grey, with a freezing breeze. This cold weather never worried him, any time it snowed bad, he'd be safe in the cabin. Even after the weather jesper would still stay hidden, Jesper eventually stopped taking care of himself, eye bags growing darker. His face got droopy and his skin wasn't as smooth due to his incoming facial hair. Jesper completely let himself go and there was nothing he could do to help himself. The male was tired and he just stopped caring.

At one point he pushed everyone away, they stopped visiting him, and Mogens even started to help post the letters due to jespers absence. This didn't help anyone, and their worry grew, but due to jespers moods he let everyone know how he felt. Letting the townspeople understand he doesn't want anything to do with them anymore. This hurt them, but they decided it would be easier to abide by his wishes and leave him fully in the dark.

During the night jesper stayed up, his body wrapped in Klaus's large winter coat, the smell of trees and firewood circling around him. His emotions out of control and his fear growing more tears started to fill his chocolate eyes. A small sniffle coming from the complete silence around him. Jesper finally let things out and showed how exhausted he was. Thick and heady tears rolled down his cheek and he let all his kept up emotions go as if they were nothing. His body stayed rolled up in a ball, his knees pressed to his chest. Jesper reached out and grabbed Klaus's pillow, wrapping his lanky arms around it.

Jesper layed there just letting the tears hit the pillow, his face buried so deep he almost couldn't breath. This comforted him most nights but nights like this were different. Christmas time was always different, especially for the blonde male. He tried not to think about it but his mind made him feel worse about the holidays. Each night getting close he found it harder to sleep, hoping Klaus would come back to him, only hoping… Most years he would sleep through everything, just to make things easy, only to regret it when morning comes.

Jesper looked out from the coat and sighed as he felt cold air blow on him. He tried to ignore the feeling but soon gave up and slowly got up. His feet hitting the cold floor causing the man to shiver, he picked up the coat and wrapped it around his body. It was heavy but it was fuzzy so it worked well enough for him. Jesper walked to the window and peared outside, the snow softly falling, the reindeer cuddled together in their stable. He sighed and almost closed the window before hearing bells. Jesper froze then quickly poked his head out the window looking up at the sky. He quickly heard a familiar laugh.

Jesper slammed the window close and sprinted out the room heading to the living room, his heart stopped as he froze. In front of him Inna night red attire was Klaus, his Klaus… his cheeks red as a rose and his white hair covered with snow. The ex post man just stared waiting for the other to turn around. Once he did, Jesper wanted to run to him but his legs locked up and he collapsed to the ground, tears flooding his eyes. Jesper sobbed and Klaus quickly walked over picking the other up bridal style.

Jesper thought this was all a dream, or some wicked nightmare to mess with him, either way his arms were quickly around the other. His face buried into his chest and hugged for dear life. Klaus moved over and sat in his chair remembering the feeling. The older man gently rubbed jespers back "shhh it's okay jes.. I'm here" he muttered letting jesper calm down when he was ready. They stayed like that for a while, letting each other cuddle and show their affections through silence.

Klaus looked at jespers face from a side glace, and a small frown on his face as he noticed all the changes. Jesper looked tired, and worn out, he felt kinner too. Klaus knew this was just felt, especially after leaving him so suddenly. It hurt Klaus but he couldn't do anything about it, right now he was just worried about being near jesper for the small time they have together.

Jesper slowly looked up and cupped Klaus's cheek "a-are… am I dead.. " he muttered looking up at Klaus. The male chuckled and shook his head "no.. You are not dead jesper.. You're very much alive.. I'm just here with you" the older male smiled and gently kissed jespers forehead for reassurance.

Jesper just stared at Klaus, his eyes widened. A small blush formed on his face, he then looked down before speaking "where… Where did you go..? " he muttered, not wanting to see Klaus' sad expression.

"I.. Well.. It was my time jes.. And I had to leave. " he frowned "I didn't want to leave so. Soon.. But I say Lydia and.. Well.. I followed her. " he gently brushed away the jespers' tears. The blonde male looked up at Klaus "you.. You're back with her? " he smiled softly, he wouldn't be hurt if he was, Klaus needed to be with his lover, not some Postman

"Well.. Kinda.. We will always be together but Lydia wants me to be happy.. And she knows I'm happy with you.. Of course I still Love her.. But I love you more jesper.. I wasn't able to tell you before.. But now I can" he smiled looking into his eyes.

Jesper smiled and let his tears fall, right now he was too tired to think and stop his emotions, he just let go and melted into Klaus's touch. He finally felt comfortable and happy, but he knew this time would be over before he knew it. He was upset but he accepted it. Klaus then looked at jesper "I need a favor from you jesper.. " the other quickly looked up "what is it?.. " he muttered, wiping his tears.

"I need you to keep going.. I've been watching over you.. And I've seen how you're changed. I can even see it on your face" jesper looked down embarrassed while facing the truth, Klaus quickly made jesper look him in the eye "please.. Promise me you'll continue.. I know things are hard right now.. But I need to know you'll stay just a little longer.. Stay and have relationships with Alva and the townspeople.. Let them help you.." Klaus furrowed his eyeBrows hoping for a response.

Jesper obviously froze at this knowing how hard it would be to gain everyone's trust back, but he knew Klaus was right.. And he knew he had to get them back. The male then nodded his head gently "okay.. I'll try my best to stay.. And I'll get better slowly.. I promise Klaus" jesper softly smiled, gently nuzzling their noses together. He cared about klaus and wanted to show that he would take his words too hard. Jesper will get better, and he becomes better he'll make Klaus proud.

"Thank you jesper.. Now.. I know you aren't ready.. But I need to go.. " Klaus frowned watching jespers expressions change "go.. Go where… you just got here" the postman said frantically, he wasn't ready for Klaus to leave yet, he still wanted time with him. Jesper clung to the other and hid his face on the other's neck. Klaus sighed and stood up

"I know you don't wanna see me go this soon.. But I have other houses to get to… and I want you to stay with me forever, but it ain't your time yet.. It won't be your time for a while. " he gently put jesper on the chair "I will always be with you.. And I'll always love you… you mean so much to me jesper.. And I'll never stop thinking about you." Klaus gently kissed jesper.

The other just sitting there not wanting to cry any more tears "I.. I love you too Klaus… and I'll miss you.. So.. So much" jesper wiped away his tears " I promise I'll get better.. Then you can come back and be proud of me.." Jesper grinned and quickly stood up just to embrace Klaus. He'll make Klaus proud and he'll show he can get better.. Not only for him, but for everyone else.

" I believe in you dear.. And I know you can do it.. I'll check on you every Christmas.. I'll see you anytime I can.. I promise " Klaus looked at jesper as tears flooded his eyes, they shared one last kiss before jesper was back alone in the living room. The male was confused and sad, but he promised Klaus and he wanted to keep true to that promise.

It's going to take a long time, but it will be completely worth it.

#klaus 2019 #klausper #fanfics #fanfiction #dead fandom

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bbhyeoliskooks · 3 years

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…〔𝐈𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬〕…

FINAL, PT. TWO.

Having an unrequited crush on Soobin was difficult, but you manage to make them hidden so he’s oblivious. It’s getting harder though, since each time you see him, you fall deeper into his mesmerizing eyes. You want to get rid of your feelings for him, so you grow closer to a boy named Beomgyu. However, when your one of your best friends, Sunhye asks you to back away so she can have a chance with Soobin, everything inevitably comes crashing down on you.

intro / one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / finale, pt. 1 / finale, pt. 2

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Pairing: Beomgyu x Reader (female) x Soobin

Genre: 3 cups of angst and 50 cups of fluff !!

Warnings: self-harm, blood, being sick, fluffy fluff fluff cheesy stuff, and some cringy angst ofc

(If curious, read my thoughts as the end of this part.)

Playlist: Can’t Take My Eyes Off You, Something, Still Into You, Confession, Crazy For You

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You saw him.

You actually saw him.

“Y/N, hey! Come back, you’re sick!”

You didn’t listen.

“It’s raining outside, don’t go!”

But how could you not?

You finally saw him for the first time in weeks.

Seeing his squishy cheeks form a tiny dimple as you ran up to him with all of the strength you had left in your body- the ones you love to pinch so much whenever he felt down... seeing his doe eyes widen upon laying eyes on you- the ones that sparkled whenever you mentioned ice cream or bread... seeing his bright beam reflect off yours when you told him about an accomplishment of something you’ve worked hard for- the one that you grew to adore along the way of being his best friend... it was so easy to run up to him like it was nothing despite what happened.

He was right there in front of you, you couldn’t lose this chance you’ve anticipated for so long.

For the first few seconds, you were actually... okay? Okay- the type where you believed you were happy. You were fine, you felt like you were doing well! You were fine because you saw him and his smile that was as radiant as him. You were doing well because he was happy, really. He was happy... right? That smile on his face said everything. As if you didn’t discover you had a fever earlier, you thought everything was going to be okay until you saw the regret color his bright cheeks.

Dark flowers bloomed at the front of his face as he hid his eyes with long bangs, gazing down immediately once you arrived. His smile faltered for a few seconds before turning into a deep frown. Of course seeing him made you happy, didn’t it? It obviously should have; you expected that the euphoria on cloud nine which came from this situation would last for a while.

His voice trembled when he finally spoke up, not being able to look you straight in the eyes as he murmured:

“Y/N, my heart isn’t ready to see you yet.”

But that... it didn’t bring you true happiness after a few seconds. It didn’t bring you a big smile to grow on your face while his gradually broke off. It was what you feared the most, but one you knew deep down was the truth. Soobin still must’ve been mad at you, right? And most definitely, happiness was just a simple emotion to use right now, wasn’t it? Instead of what you had expected, it brought tugging at your heart strings, pulling back and forth just to try and pull it out of your chest and into the puddles below. You would let it wither and break even just to bask in the sight of him happy again.

What you needed to realize most in that moment was that ‘what’s done is done and nothing can change that,’ an epiphany that hadn’t clicked from before. You’ve hurt him, and there’s nothing you can do about it even if you gave up your entire self. You could’ve had this relationship with Soobin, but eventually you would become unhappy seeing Beomgyu with another person. Just- all you wanted, all you wanted right now was to go back in time and forgive everyone because that was the best thing to do in lieu of taking revenge. Everything could’ve been so different, and maybe it would be the better option compared to all this. Was that too much to ask for?

And just like that the boy disappeared from your sight, running into the storm brewing outside.

He was gone.

“Soobin, no wait! Come back, please!” You dashed out as soon as you heard the footsteps that were once close to you click farther, splashing out in the puddles outside in little pit pats. Many of the students were pushed out of his way in a instant, with you squeezing in between the sandwiched bodies of students. You knew you were being completely selfish to want to see him, but all of this pent up frustration and feverish functions combining into one made your actions bold. He didn’t have to know that you were there, you just wanted to see his bunny smile and how happy he was without you either way.

Before you knew it, the slippery puddles made your heels plant into the floor the wrong way and you dropped to the ground, elbows digging into the wet dirt. You groaned at the flashing pain over your body, flooding through the torso and into your aching feet. The barren willow tree you always met up with Soobin after school seemed to be mocking you now, waving its dead arms at you while you tried to endure the pain. All of your strength had evaporated into dust now, and you couldn’t help but tear up because of your mistakes, your faults, your timing, and most importantly because of you, yourself.

Strong structures you built because of your experiences fell apart on the ground, knees planted on tiny, jagged rocks where the rough edges cut through your skin. It made you gnarl your teeth at the feeling, but what stung more was that you made a fool of yourself in front of the friend you promised most to respect. You covered your face with tingling fingers, embarrassed of yourself to run out in this weather without even finding him in the end like you wished. Something was incredibly wrong with you that you resorted to being such a pathetic loser. You shouldn’t have done this; it’s all your fault and now everything is back to the cycle of blaming what happened on you.

It was pitiful you were calling out his name like this, wishing with all your might that someone would save you.

“I’m sorry for being selfish enough to see you, Soobin...” You hoped he would hear you, but he was gone.

“I’m sorry for hurting you...” You hoped he would be sincerely happy in front of you, but he was gone.

“I’m sorry for being the worst friend ever...” You hoped he would see how much of a mess you are without him, but he was gone.

“I’m sorry for realizing too late what I’ve been doing wrong this whole time.” There was nothing you could do to help either of you anymore. You gave up. And he was gone.

Crying wouldn’t help with the situation at all, but could you just think of yourself for once? After weeks and weeks and weeks of putting on a smile despite hearing the shatter of Soobin’s heart in your ears 24/7, you had enough of all this crap. You were pushed to the limit, and this is what occurred. You were done with everything.

Pit!

Pat!

Although the drops of rain had echoed off into the distance, you could no longer feel anymore drops of water fall on the crown of your head. Had it stopped raining in this area? That wasn’t possible... a shadow loomed over your figure that you believed it was just another dreary cloud from above, guarding over you so you wouldn’t look so pathetic in front of the whole school population.

Instead you glanced up to see a red umbrella with spots decorated all over, protecting you from the rain that had already soaked you wet.

Looking to who was underneath the ladybug umbrella glistened with the sparkling tears of rain, you found your eyes to be set on Beomgyu whose nose was sniffling from the effects of fret each second. His expression was nothing short of worried, his usual cheery face falling apart at how weak you were kneeling on the ground. Tears were welling up in your eyes as he crouched down to get closer to you- to give you words of comfort, to hug you, even to hold your hand as a sign that he was there for you more than anyone else you could’ve thought of.

He failed to notice that he was soaking wet, but honestly he couldn’t give one damn. It didn’t matter that he ruined his uniform in order to progress through the day without feeling uncomfortable. Seeing how you ran out even with a raging fever, it made his heart clench in his chest. You felt so guilty that you were willing to do anything in order to make it hurt less, and the help he gave wasn’t enough even if he tried with the best of his abilities. The voice he had saved up practicing in order to make you feel better failed miserably, becoming stagnant in his throat where he wasn’t able to speak the words of his heart.

How could he make you feel better if all he knew was to cause more pain unintentionally?

“Beomgyu, I’m sorry...” You fell into his chest, undoing your agony with heart wrenching cries that he felt rain of his own gather in a puddle dripping down his cheek. With no complaints he swooped you in his arms and wrapped them around your waist, dropping the ladybug umbrella which bounced off the pavement and into the gateway.

“I know, princess. I know. Just let it all out,” he whispered into the top of your head before pulling you closer. His warmth had to be enough for now, right? He hoped it would work.

The intimidating rain seemed to grow weaker now, and you found yourself making a friend of an enemy once Beomgyu was finally by your side again.

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“The nurse said you had a fever the other day- and yet, you ran out into the pouring rain just like that? I’m upset,” he pouted his lips, staring at the bowl of chicken noodle soup he prepared himself a few minutes earlier. Your nose twitched at the delectable smell but instead of eating like he asked, you snuggled into the cozy blankets which were overflowing with the familiar scent of his cologne. It never failed to always bring you a peaceful feeling even if you felt like you were going to break.

Speaking of which, his hugs noticeably gave you a lot of strength. Was it too much to ask to let him…? No, that isn’t right!

You snuggled into his blankets once more upon hearing his soothing voice, taking in the familiar scent of your safe place. All his words went through one ear and out the other when he came into the room, pondering about how he managed to help you in ways that even he didn’t acknowledge. With that being said, he didn’t have to do this for you. To make you soup when you were battling a case of a fever or to make you feel better since you were sure he had many bigger problems than you. It was burdensome that you were bothering him enough already with the exception of being sick, and you felt terrible in the end for being such a burden. He’d most likely get sick after, and you’d be the one to blame. Beomgyu shouldn’t be doing this for you no matter how kind he is.

“Gyu, don’t do this for me.”

Beomgyu plopped down beside you, laying the tray onto the messy bed stand. At first, he was scared his room wouldn’t be a good place to let you stay in for the meanwhile since it was a bit untidy, but the rising heat on your forehead begged him differently. When you spoke, he noticed that your voice was all stuffy because of your nose, and all the more he just couldn’t stop adoring you. You were quite the adorable scene when you were sick, but he was hoping that you’d get better so you’d go back to school healthy and happy with him.

In one way, this did mean one thing! He could take care of you without your objections since you’re considerably weaker and prove to you that he can help you whenever you need someone to lean on! All this time, his heart has only desired that- to help you feel comfortable in yourself because you’ve grown as a person.

Patting your head which was still covered by the fluffy sheets, he drew closer to you while cooing only a few words you were able to make sense of in your state. “You cute idiot… you’re lucky I like you so much that I can forgive you easily.”

You only responded in a sneeze causing Beomgyu to break out in a fit of giggles. It’d been so long that he got to care for you when you were like this, how about we give it a year? He missed all of this, quite honestly! Not to mention the little things you did were making his heart waver, he had to admit. There really was no lie in that if somebody asked him. Even when you were sick, you could still do this to him. And yes although he isn’t saying it out loud, it was the truth! If he couldn’t get more whipped than this, then what was the point?

The sight of scratches and a bit of blood on your knees made him gasp and he made a move to get to the medical kit over at the other room until you tugged at his arm.

Apprehensively he stared down at you, his hand cupping your cheeks so that you’d let go. Though he doesn’t mind if you do this whenever you pleased, this isn’t the right time since you’re simultaneously sick and hurt.

“Come on,” Beomgyu’s smile that shot towards you made you go weak in the knees, and you felt your heart skip a beat. You swore he got so tiring like this sometimes!

“How about we fix the cuts on your knees? Oh wait, no! Let’s eat first? But your kneels’ll hurt if you sit up! Ah, what should I do?!”

That needless, wary expression set on his face once you peeked out from the blanket made the smile on your face grow even wider before laughter got a hold of you and you snickered at how sweet he was. His eyes widened when he saw you burst out in laughter before joining you with his own hearty yet comforting chuckles. He’d always been like this that you never had an opportunity to stop being so worried, so right now was the perfect time to reassure him.

Snuggling up to him with the blanket making you look like a caterpillar, you closed your eyes in pure relief while rubbing your head against his arm. It felt so warm when you finally huddled up against him like this after a while.

Feeling him turn towards you, giggling when you moved even closer to his embrace only encouraged your boldness more. “Let’s just stay like this, okay my Gyugyubear?”

You expected an answer, only to find that he was cooing at you with duck pouted lips and a red, blushing nose.

Like he said, the things you did to him any time of the day...

Now how could he possibly say no to those adorable, shining eyes?

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School was in fact, the same when you came back.

It had been almost two weeks since you hadn’t gone to school, and you knew it was your fault for the overflowing amount of lessons and assignments that piled up on your plate. You knew that one of the boys- whom you knew Beomgyu would volunteer the most- would try to help you, but this was your doing in the first place! The sight was enough for your stomach to start churning, and this was one of the reasons why you absolutely despised school when the time called for it. Hopefully you’d be able to finish all of it once the week was over in order to study for finals that were coming up.

Snapping out of your thoughts once you heard soothing Beomgyu’s voice melt into your ear, you glanced down to see both of your hands connected without even noticing in the first place. He playfully grinned at you when you teasingly tried to pull away, only bringing you closer so that the two of you could walk side by side.

He guided you smoothly along the hallways, creating enough space for you to walk comfortably although you (both) knew you didn’t ask for it. It was just the way Beomgyu was.

“If it makes you feel better, just know that I’m right by your side whenever you need me, okay? I know I’ve said it a lot of times, but I feel like you haven’t taken me seriously until now. I want you to know that I’m here as someone you can cry on if you ever need a shoulder to cry on,” he murmured softly as he squeezed your hand.

You nodded your head at his words, reaching up your other free hand to ruffle his curly, black hair. “You’re so cheesy for bringing this up all of a sudden, Gyu! But yeah, I’m sorry for not realizing it sooner when you’ve tried to prove it hundreds of times. Maybe if I just understood you more, we would probably be even closer, don’t you think? Ai, I can’t even see why you’ve stayed here for so long anyway, but thank you so much,” you couldn’t help the soft grin that permeated your lips when you spoke to him, realizing how much he’d done for you unconditionally.

Suddenly he halted in his tracks upon hearing that, causing you to look back with confusion. Did you say something wrong? You swore you almost fell if not for the strong grip he had on your hand. That’d be so embarrassing considering you almost did! If he was going to stop, then at least he could tell you before you could accidentally stretch your arm out too much!

When you turned back to see him however, you could feel your cheeks burn up with warm fuzzies spreading everywhere. That same soft grin which reciprocated yours from before had every part of your body becoming like jelly in front of him and you weren’t able to stop yourself from becoming entranced with him all the more. You forgot to mention that his messy yet somehow looking stylish hair really suited him now, and you had to admit that it made your heart do skips whenever you saw him. Since when had he looked so soft all of a sudden?... But this wasn’t the perfect time to fawn needlessly over such details about the boy!

“Y/N, I’m really happy that you’re grateful for that, but that’s my job. If I’m going to be your proud boyfriend one day, then I have to work hard for it unconditionally! Why wouldn’t I take care of the girl whom I love with all my heart?”

Beomgyu was being way too corny now (but you could say that you secretly loved it)! At the same time, what the hell was wrong with you? Why did everything inside unexpectedly become too warm once you comprehended what he said? Hearing that made all of your confidence just disappear into thin air, and you opted to look somewhere else beside his sweet, honeyed eyes.

“Let me take care of you, okay? You’re so precious that I’m willing to do anything for you, and you should know that the best.”

You’re melting. Oh my goodness, you were absolutely melting as you watched him inch closer to you with that same charming, boyish grin on his face.

Gently, he then proceeded to press a sweet kiss upon your forehead, one that you burning up even more from the inside. As much as the amount of times he did that, you still weren’t able to get used to them. Doing those cheesy things had an effect on you- he had to know how much they were killing you softly even if you tried your best not to show it.

What caught your eye was the way he winked at you straight after which was pretty much impossible to ignore, waving a goodbye while hopping on his toes to his first class.

“I’ll see you later, yeah? Call or text me whenever you want, and I swear I’ll be right there beside you as promised!”

You pressed a hand against your pounding chest, knowing you were going to think about that forehead kiss all day. There was no doubt anybody could hear it from a mile away.

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Arriving to lunch a bit early without Beomgyu accompanying you due to “personal reasons” as he called it, you were nonetheless surprised to see that neither Taehyun or Kai was there. It was silent considering the fact that many people hadn’t sat down, monkeying out in the hallways as if that was any better to do. You searched around a little, sighing in relief that you weren’t alone in the quite empty, gigantic room. The only person sitting there over at your usual table was Yeonjun, although he looked a bit bitter towards you when you took a seat.

“Oh hi Jun,” you shot him a shy smile, losing all confidence you had once his eyebrows furrowed. He must’ve been mad at you or something which you hoped not since he was such a marvelous person to be friends with, plus you’d never seen that grim expression on him before. Hopefully it wasn’t anything too personal, right?

“Hi, Y-N,” shooting you a dirty look, he enunciated every syllable of your name while you giggled nervously. He glowered at you behind those wondrous eyelashes, yet at the same time you couldn’t help but feel a great pressure being lifted from your shoulders. So he wasn’t mad! From the tone of his voice, you were glad to know that he was being playful and not actually mad at you like you’d originally thought.

Going along with his game, you curled your lips into a frown, “why are you mad at me?”

He didn’t respond, gazing down at his oh so interesting food instead. It was difficult with you prodding around with multiple questions and staring at him like your life depended on it, but that only got him more determined. With all his effort, he did his best not to break out into a smile until he heard you say something along the lines of him looking like an adorable duckling whenever he got mad.

“Fine, fine! I’m not actually angry, I just wanted to get back at you!”

You both burst into laughter once he started to smile again, and you raised an eyebrow in amusement. “Get back at me? But for what? If I remember correctly, I hadn’t done anything bad intentionally towards you!”

The boy shook his head jokingly as he snickered, “I’m just mad at you for taking a break without me knowing! I could’ve helped you a little since we’re friends.”

Although it was 100% true as you didn’t give him a notice before, you rolled your eyes at his harsh, yet caring accusation. “Sorry, dude! But I just don’t want to bother you with all these assignments we’ve been getting...?”

A mellow hush settled between you as soon as you both finished laughing, and he cleared his throat. “In all seriousness though,” he inquired, “you must be wondering about Soobin, right?”

It was like he read the back of your mind. Your eyes immediately widened, his words taking you by surprise. You weren’t expecting Yeonjun to say anything about him in all honesty. It’d been a while since you thought of him but once doing so, the flame of guilt in you ignited, burning your throat while your mind was cowering with what to say.

He seemed to know that you were practically speechless in front of him, his lips quickly tightening into a slightly disappointed yet hopeless line.

“Soobin told me all about what happened a few weeks ago. He told me not to confront you since he wouldn’t want anyone to bother you, but I just can’t sit still because I’m really confused. If it’s not too much to ask, could you tell me what changed your mind on dating Soobin? You two are so whipped for each other!”

Sighing, you knew deep down that he was right. But what could you say when that was before?

“Jun, I was whipped for him until Beomgyu came along. I’m not sure how it happened, but slowly I think I got tired of my love not being returned and instead looked to Beomgyu who was caring for me. Eventually he did hurt me and I hated him for the time being, but everything else- to his actions, to his words told me that he really loved me instead.” You hoped that would do the trick to appease his worries, but he only pouted his lips even more.

“But Y/NNN,” he whined, “don’t you still like Soobin? You two are meant to be... as much as Beomgyu’s my friend, it’s always been you and Soobin!”

Clunk!

The loud clatter of the lunch tray being set on the table reminded you that you weren’t the only ones in the room. It was Taehyun and Kai, grinning from ear to ear in your direction to which you smiled back, but most importantly Yeonjun also had to realize your side of the story as well. You were going to reply a few seconds later until a familiar, dreamy scent caught your nose- the one that always instantly made you feel safe. Beomgyu.

Once he smiled at you, that same exact one he had put on when the two of you kissed that prom night, you could feel all the blood in your heart vividly start to thump. You couldn’t stop yourself from getting lost in his eyes, those beautiful eyes that made you feel things whenever you looked at them. To his lips then which were almost like fragrant roses, you noticed as weird thoughts rumbled in your head over and over again. Since when had he become completely alluring? This spell on you, everything in sight was so gorgeous but the only thing that made you feel sweet, strong butterflies was simply him.

Maybe later you could tell the necessary information to who was waiting in curiosity... your eyes just wouldn’t allow you to look away at the boy who took all your breath away.

Yeonjun scoffed at the interaction, shoving spoonfuls of his food into his mouth instead of commenting at how this was a bit too selfish. Sheepishly you snapped out from your trance, awkwardly waving a hello back to Beomgyu after a few moments of staring at him.

Was this what people meant when they mentioned about the expression ‘La Vie En Rose?’ In short, everything was so beautiful.

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“Gyu! Have you talked to Soobin today? I heard from Yeonjun a while ago that he isn’t doing well after um, what happened.” You skipped towards the barren willow tree of the school, doing your best to put on one the most genuine smiles you could muster for the boy who had been waiting its arrival for the longest time. Actually, you noticed you’d been happier once Beomgyu was around but you weren’t going to say it. If you took whatever this feeling was- whether romantic or platonic, you couldn’t tell Beomgyu because Soobin would absolutely be crushed to see you together. It’d be best in your opinion to keep your mouth shut.

Instead of what you expected, his eyes shot daggers at the ground, rocking back and forth on the heels of his platform shoes.

“This again? Y/N, he’s doing fine, trust me.” Beomgyu didn’t spare even one glance at you, and you sighed at his lack of empathy. He’d always been like this whenever you asked about Soobin and even if you tried to prod in, he wouldn’t say anything much. This was going to be even harder than you thought if you were going to get some factual information through him. That didn’t mean you gave up though.

Tapping his right shoulder, you finally managed to grab his attention when he looked up directly at you with a blank face. You flinched at his disinterested expression, feeling the chills crawl up your spine. Looks like annoying him physically was the best way to do it, for he stared at you with empty, soulless eyes. Sheepish because of this “stranger” in front of you, you stepped closer to him albeit a bit hesitantly. “Beomgyu, I’m just worried for him! Of all people, you should know that!”

“Know that? Know that?” He loudly scoffed at your words immediately, throwing his head up at the grey sky while tsking several times. His tongue touched the insides of his mouth, roaming around to flatten against his inner cheek. “I know, Y/N! I know! You’ve told me so many times that you’re worried for Soobin, but can’t you see?! He’s doing just fine, and you’re worrying about him nonstop when all you have to do is let go and trust him!”

In a way to protect yourself, you got defensive.

“How can I do that? You don’t know anything at all!”

He ran his fingers through his hair, rational actions broken as he didn’t know how to express his endless frustration. His fists clenched from what you saw in the corner of your eye, struggling to keep in his anger from what you said. You, on the other hand, kept going, not acknowledging the fact that you were ruining him by the second.

“I literally broke his heart!”

The boy with raven hair became tense in every second that passed, his posture stiffening once that phrase passed your lips. “By doing what?! You haven’t told me the reason why you two have been like this for weeks,” Beomgyu exasperatedly gasped, “What did you talk about back there when he asked you to come with him? What’s so wrong about me knowing about what you said?”

“He likes me! But I said I didn’t feel the same way because I think I like someone else that definitely... definitely isn’t you!” Your brain was making up its own lies just to save itself from the embarrassment at that point. Words you never thought of spitting out came out harshly and in a way which not only damaged Beomgyu, but you as well. “You- you, I’ve never liked you at all! Just give up on me already if you think I’m not worth it!

“I hate you, Beomgyu! You’re just going to hurt me again!”

The world became silent for a while, and time seemed to stop.

Opening your strained eyes for a moment, you looked back to see a pair that looked similar to Soobin’s when you told him you didn’t like him back anymore. He looked broken, lost in time as his mind replayed over and over what you said to him. Especially that one phrase he never imagined you to say.

“S-so all of those moments meant nothing to you? That kiss back at prom, the way you became jealous when I talked to Sunhye during the time we were apart, when you asked- no, said wanted me to be right beside you forever...?” His voice broke at the last part, trying to contain the torture that you put him through just by your words.

“Beomgyu, wait, please let me explain,” you tried, reaching out a hopeless hand to calm him down. Trembling, he shook his head back and forth rapidly, water gathering up in his eyes as his drowning sobs tore both your worlds apart.

“That can’t be the truth. You said you forgave me, you said I had a chance of loving you, you said you wanted to be lovers too! Were those all lies? Because I’m not sure, your eyes tell me all and it’s telling me that I’m the only one crazy for you,” he pulled both of your hands together desperately, quivering hopelessly as he held on to them as best he could.

He was trying so hard to love you... couldn’t you see that?

The boy gazed dejectedly into your face, searching for any emotion. It was the same sadness he saw in your face that prom night, but he wasn’t able to tell if it was guilt or because he snapped back into the harsh reality. And slowly, he realized that all of his tries, all of his love, the heart he pained to give just wasn’t good enough.

“Come on, princess... You know how I feel. Just like him, I can’t keep waiting and waiting for you to make up your mind. I know we haven’t known each other for so long, but I’ve tried so hard to make you happy. I hurt myself to make you smile. I tried to act like I was okay after every single time you said something about Soobin, but it just wasn’t enough. I’ve tried so hard to love someone who obviously still loves someone else, but what you’ve said proves everything,” a tear slid down his cheek but he made no effort to try and wipe it away.

It pained you to see him become weak in front of you, the boy no longer hiding his hurt that was caused all because of you.

You didn’t answer, words completely burning up in your throat as he went on, voice teetering with every word he softly spoke.

“I know I’m being selfish here, Y/N, but it’s so hard. I think I’m getting tired of all this arguing and lying... What good will it do if you can’t even say you love me back?” With every sniffle and tear he let out, you felt your heart crumble and crash onto the hard ground. Guilt was threatening to swallow you up as you stood there, holding his broken heart in your hands while he tried to smile as strong as he could in front of you.

Every ounce of hope in him disintegrated as minutes passed, your cowardly eyes gradually moving from him to the ground. Why was he even surprised at this point? All along this was the answer- you still loved Soobin with all you had to offer; he should’ve realized it before breaking himself in the first place. Anybody could’ve told him that he was a fool in love, but maybe... just maybe he could hear you say that you loved him at least once. Was that too much to ask? And still he stood in front of you, waiting and waiting and waiting to hear that it wasn’t true- that you really did love him.

There was no point in trying to fight for this anymore if you weren’t going to be truthful to both yourself and him. He seemed to grasp this fact now. It is you and it was always you, but perhaps you just weren’t right for each other. Wasn’t this doomed in the first place though? Knowing how he felt those butterflies when you like Soobin... perhaps all of this wasn’t meant to be.

Beomgyu chuckled in a sense of sorrow, shaking his head as the impending, grey clouds above gathered around in a band of dread.

“I’ll get going now. I don’t think I’ll be able to take you home today, so I hope you understand.”

He started on his feet, walking towards the entrance that loomed over you who was finally alone. Every part of you was shouting at your brain to hurry up and tell him. Your heart was telling you to just go, not stand there like a fool as you watched him walk away from you again. Wanting so desperately to hold him as you apologized over and over again, wanting so desperately to kiss his forehead and ask him to forgive you even if it took a million of times, wanting so desperately to feel his lips melt you when he accepted it... the air in your lungs evaporated, reminding you that you needed to go out there because he was the only one who could make you breathe normally. Choi Beomgyu is still the one you love after all this time, and you need to start sprinting with everything you have in order to have your happy ending. But what right did you have when you broke two hearts anyway?

The rain started again, yet this time you didn’t have your most favorite boy in the world to save you.

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You paced through the hallways, completely drenched in your school uniform. All of the words he said kept repeating through your head. What was wrong with you? For you to feel so hopeless in this situation when it was all your doing? Are you that much of a terrible person? He promised you so many things, to make you happy, to make you genuinely smile like the first time he asked to be your friend, to give you all the love left in his heart even if it ran out. And yet, you were still hesitating on your own faults, crunching those promises as if they meant nothing to you- at least that’s what the boy you loved most assumed.

For certain you had nothing to do with Beomgyu and he had nothing to do with you anymore. As long as you two would be alright apart- though it was the complete opposite for you- then it’d be okay because at least he was happy. But why? Why did it have to sting you so bad like this?

“Y/n?! Literally, what is wrong with you?” Straightaway the voice made you grunt, unconsciously rolling your eyes as soon as you heard it. What did she want this time?

“Are you that pathetic to go through the school like that?!” Well, who else could it be other than that desperate Sunhye? She laughed at your expense while you controlled yourself not to snap at her. Her neck looked so deliciously bendable, it was a shame that you couldn’t mold it or else you’d be expelled from school at the very least. As always, she knew how to press your buttons and not to mention, become completely frustrated with yourself because it was quite certainly the truth.

“Just move along. I can’t deal with your shit today, and I want to go home before anything else, “you quietly muttered so much so that it could be impossible to hear you. That offended snarl on her face meant otherwise.

“I was actually searching the whole school to find you, Y/N. I hate you and all, but I’m just really confused when you like Soobin and still rejected him after he confessed.”

Compared to earlier, you could see her face morph into a concerned expression, voice getting softer with every word she spoke. You found it funny that now she gets involved, instead of needing to act concerned for her own sake. You sighed, shaking your head at her.

So she heard about it, huh...

“That isn’t your business, so I’m sorry. We aren’t friends anymore, you have no right to enter my private life again after what you did to me.” A fool could only assume a girl like her would leave them alone, however that wasn’t the case. You knew you weren’t one to be talking since you got the hand of revenge, although she could just piss off and that would definitely help you. You guessed that only made her angrier, for her stature became stiff with reluctance as she visibly gritted her teeth in frustration.

“And you even saw he kissed me! Didn’t that make you jealous? Didn’t my plan work?” The word plan caught your ear, and you cocked your head to the side. What was she talking about? She had a plan- which you assumed to break you and Soobin apart when you were friends- this whole time? You should’ve known she’d be up one night concocting the plan of your demise.

She nodded her head at your confusion, acting as if she was all high and mighty for doing so, “yes I did have a plan if that’s what you’re thinking. But you know me, I’m not going to make this easy especially for you. Just tell me why you aren’t together and maybe I’ll tell you about it.”

There was exactly nothing else to say between the two of you. If she had a plan, so be it. What was the point if your world already crashed upon your shoulders?

“I don’t care about your plan,” you spat out. “Leave me alone, Sunhye. I’m so tired.”

Instead she kept prodding into your head like the annoying, droning mosquito she is.

“Could it possibly be about Beomgyu? Poor little dirty mutt, you know he’s only going to leave you in the end like before and you’re still going back to him. Haven’t you been taught that already?”

“Don’t say things like that! You don’t know him, how could you possibly think that?!”

She shook her head, a smug glint in her eyes as she drew closer to you in tiny steps. “Are you kidding? This plan that I’m talking about, you do know that Beomgyu was part of it right? Matter of fact, he was one of the key subjects that I used in order to perfect everything.”

“What do you mean?” Discombobulation rushed through your system as you followed her eyes to your shaking hands once the realization hit you. Of course there was a possibility she could be lying, but you knew better than that. You easily couldn’t forget how you and Beomgyu literally hated each other before, but now... it wasn’t so long since you reconciled. But he wouldn’t do that, right?

“He wouldn’t do that to me, he said he loved me,” you gasped out, the breath in your lungs turning into dust the moment she said that.

“Well hate to break it to you, but once you proved you were a terrible person by giving away his hoodie to me that one day, he said he hated you a lot. To this day, I’m sure he was lying to me- the look in his eyes said it all. We made up a plan to make your life miserable by crushing your love with Bin, the only boy you ever loved your whole entire life. Most of it was finished, with almost all of the school population hating you. Plus, your friendship or your soon to be relationship with Soobin was basically crumbling since the time for you to confess could’ve been pretty soon. That isn’t the point, although I must say that I made sure I kissed him so you’d be jealous and come out clean. I just wasn’t expecting him to say he liked you back first before Beomgyu ruined everything with his damn feelings.”

“Yes, and that was in the past,” you countered.

She laughed at how naive you were, shrugging her shoulders like she knew something you didn’t. “Yes, it was. And it’s hard to believe that you hurt him even if he told you he loved you so many times. Tell me, Y/N, you never really did love Beomgyu, right?”

If your morals weren’t holding you back, you’d for sure already charged at her already. Gosh, how many toxic traits must she have and why didn’t you realize them earlier?!

“No, you’re wrong! I loved him! I still do! Stop making assumptions when you don’t know anything about us!” It was so hard to contain yourself in slapping her silly, but you had to remain calm. This isn’t what Beomgyu would like you to do even if a serious argument was in the way of both of you.

“I don’t know anything? You two danced while I kissed Soobin. How do you think I’ll ever forget that? You’re such a whore, you really can’t go a day without playing with other peoples’ feelings.

“What? You can’t speak anymore?! So I was right!

“You don’t deserve Soobin either. And since you’ve just declared you don’t love Beomgyu at all, I think I’ve just found a new target.”

That’s it. You’ve had enough.

“Will you shut your mouth, you desperate slut?! You can’t expect any of them to love you at all when you act like this! If you really wanted to love Beomgyu in the first place, then you would have to get through me first!”

“Why, you-” she threw her hands towards you, hoping to land a hit first until something dark red like dried up blood caught your eye. What in the world could that be? You gripped her arm before she could pull away, the wonder holding you captive in your spot as you took a good look at what she was hiding under that fabric. Her sleeve slipped, unveiling multiple gashes of bruised, unhealed skin as if someone forcefully clawed its way through the layers with a sharp object.

Lee Sunhye... the one you hated so much for hurting you, the one you thought was perfectly happy in damaging her relationships with others, the one you despised to the ends of this earth- was secretly hurting herself?

She retracted her arm the second you noticed it, wrapping her wrist with a trembling hand.

And without you realizing...

“You didn’t see that... please, tell me you didn’t see what needed to be hidden!”

Without you thinking that the sensitive girl trapped inside of her was actually hurt all this time...

“Sunhye? You’re cutting?”

Without you ever asking about her day when things got tough on her...

“Wait, no I’m not! Your eyes were playing tricks on you, there-” you grabbed her wrist, flinging her towards you as you checked the fresh scars on her wrist. Scanning profusely at what she did to herself, you slowly let go to watch her hide her face in her hands with embarrassment. Was this the reason why she had worn long sleeved shirts most of the time even if she hated them?

You were hurting her yourself without even realizing it, failing to open your eyes to see what you’ve done. This must’ve been one of the ways she coped through her suffering, inflicting terrible cuts in order to make the pain go away.

“Sunhye, I’m so sorry... I had no clue you were going through this, I’m so sorry.”

She couldn’t help the tears that welled around her tired eyes, falling down one by one as she stared at the sympathetic expression that belonged to her best friend from before. You reached out to her, and she stepped away hesitantly, afraid that she would be hurt again. The girl did her best to appear strong in front of you, but those vulnerable eyes and teetering voice gave it all away.

“Don’t be silly, Y/N! Don’t think like that, it’s just marker that my friend used to draw on me during class,” she frantically scrambled, backing away as you inched closer to her by the second.

“Sunhye, you’re cutting, why didn’t you tell someone?”

Her voice wobbled, running back and forth from the lie and the truth. “Me? I’m not cutting, I just told you! I’m happy, only someone pathetic enough would cut!”

Even the look on her face told you enough and that she knew deep inside you weren’t able to believe that.

Instead of what she expected- like for you to make fun of her, you pulled her into your arms, holding her tightly despite her wandering hands that slammed against your back in a weak manner to scare you away.

“You’re going to spread rumors about me, aren’t you? You’re going to tell everyone that I’m not perfect.

“You’re going to make sure everyone hates me after this. You’re going to show everyone I’m the worst like you always unintentionally have when we used to be friends.

“You’re going to make sure I end up all alone like you did to me with Soobin.”

Gradually the hits became weaker, and you knew right then and there that she never had the heart to hurt you in the first place if the both of you never experienced this brawl. Yes, you should’ve looked at her side before taking revenge, but perhaps this is a sign to look towards the present and future at the very least.

Her agonizing accusations stung, letting you sigh as you felt her fall into your embrace. It’s been so long since you’ve been closer to her like this that it felt strange, almost alien-like.

“I promise I’ll fix everything. We don’t have to be friends, but I’ll make sure to be here for you whenever you need it,” you reassured, holding her in your arms while she sobbed as hard as she could. It felt so nice to finally let someone know about her attempts to hurt herself where she succeeded, but she was so afraid you weren’t going to keep your promise. After all, how could she trust herself too when she was the one that ruined your friendship?

“I’m so sorry, Y/N... I’m so sorry for what I did.”

“It’s okay,” you cooed. “It’s going to be okay.”

She didn’t know that you were right. You were going to do everything you could to fix everything.

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“Hey, Y/N are you okay? You don’t look too good.” Snapping out of your trance, you looked to see Taehyun and Kai stroll down from the science room towards your direction and in front of you to which they gazed worriedly.

Were you okay? No of course not, you possibly couldn’t be.

But should you lie? Or should you tell the truth?

Either of them wouldn’t work out. You couldn’t say what you wanted to say. Your throat felt too tight- you really couldn’t say anything about how you were feeling because all this guilt built up from inside of you was threatening to explode.

When you didn’t respond, both of the boys glanced at each other, content expressions turning into puzzled ones. When had the atmosphere become so thick with awkwardness? Taehyun was about to speak up when another voice interrupted him. “Are you looking for Beomgyu? I saw him leave the school without you, so I was confused,” Kai chirped in, a sheepish smile on his face.

There was no point in hiding it anymore.

You sniffled wantonly, shutting your eyes shut from the burning in your chest. It made you want to throw up from how much it hurt. You laid a hand over it, clenching your fists when it only became stronger in response. “No, actually. I-I’m not fine. I just made a terrible mistake that hurt Beomgyu and I... I don’t know what to do.”

It’s as if they knew about this, and Taehyun groaned at the miscommunication without surprise. He ran his hands over his face in disappointment while Kai mirrored the same action. “Y/N, that means he’s hesitating as well! You need to hurry up and do something in order for both of you to be happy!”

“There was nothing I could do about it. I hurt him and that’s the worst thing I could do to someone who’s only been so caring about me this whole time,” you muttered under your breath as you hid your face in between your fingers. Pathetic enough, you did your best not to break out in tears in front of the younger ones despite feeling the tense air in your lungs become less and less.

Taehyun sighed at this, shaking his head in distaste. “You know, you shouldn’t look at things in the past anymore. Although it’s hard, you need to start looking towards the present and future in order for things to become better.”

“But you don’t understand! After what I’ve done to Beomgyu, he would hate me too like Soobin...”

The two of them exchanged weird looks, taking turns to look down at the floor as if it was much more interesting than what they had to say. So it was all about Beomgyu again, huh? To be honest, they weren’t surprised.

Evidently, Taehyun had enough of this and the anger bottled up inside from this situation of only watching had burst. He charged towards you, shaking your shoulders as his knuckles turned white from gripping too hard. “Why are you so hesitant, Y/N? Whoever you like, you know you can’t give up! If you don’t want to lose Beomgyu the same way you’ve done with Soobin, then tell him before it’s too late!”

You stiffened in your spot, shoes planted on the floor- what was he talking about?

“Too late...? I haven’t...” You were at a loss for words, eyes finally opening after all this time. They subtly grinned at you, taking in the fact that their advice was doing well for the first time. Taehyun and Kai were right, you shouldn’t keep him waiting when in the future, you could lose him eventually because of your hesitation!

“I- I love-” Kai cut off your words, pushing you towards the entrance of the school with a strong shove, “it doesn’t matter! Just go!”

You then saw the same figure who you’d been hoping for this whole entire time before he darted from your sight, sprinting away as you screamed for him to come back.

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“Beomgyu, wait! Come back, please!”

The door loudly shut behind you as you frantically ran, holding your breath as your eyes darted back and forth between his retreating figure and your shoes which could slip at any moment. The creak of the gate echoed behind you in crooked violin whines, sending chills up your back to finally realize you were the one chasing him after all this time. In a dazzling moment, all your chances were taken forcefully from your head and you stared cautiously at the sidewalk whose cracks filled up with pouring water.

Knowing how difficult it was to perform the action of sprinting on the wet ground, it was no doubt that you would most likely fall onto the rough concrete which would probably scratch your legs out til they bled. But honestly, did you really care? No, not enough, obviously.

Luminous lights from the cars blinded your eyes as you sprinted on the sidewalk for him, making you retract slightly at how much brighter they were than the golden sun from last summer. That cheery, joyous summer when you had your first set up date with... him. Had it really been that long since you were happy together? Just when you were starting to have smiles with him again, and everything was ripped away. But whose fault is that? Your hands swiftly covered your stinging eyes, but this was such a disadvantage that prohibited you from achieving your favorite dream.

The person who mattered most was Beomgyu. And he was right in front of you, running from someone who hurt him. You knew right then and there that it wasn’t right to keep chasing him after what you’ve said, but at least you were trying as hard as you could! It didn’t matter if you accidentally fell or hurt yourself as you ran trying to get to him because you’d do anything just to explain to him that you were wrong! This was your doing- you had a chance to make everything right, and you weren’t going to take that chance for granted ever again.

“Ahhh!”

Speaking too soon has its effects, and you slipped to the ground while groaning in pain. It was too much for you to handle this time. The rough concrete scathed your legs, creating a terrible, ripped hole in your knee high white socks you weren’t sure you could wear again. Pain rushed over you in seconds, white flashing running through your clawed skin to the rest of your nerves. The street pavement scraped long stripes of red against your thighs and every second of slipping on top of it was pure torture to you. It blazed so much that it felt like sharp claws dug into you with every scratch that came. Your legs jolted with an overwhelming, flashing agony and you let out a moan of misery, quickly glancing at the dripping, crimson blood that ensued with them.

“Ow...”

However the ache in your chest caused more pain than anything else you could’ve ever imagined, burning horribly as it heaved up and down with several, shallow breaths. Your mind was in reels trying to make up a solution for your slip up. You wanted to keep going; you really wanted to, but your body just wouldn’t listen! This was the last thing you could resort to, to at least explain that you were in the wrong. Otherwise he’d never talk to you again and going through that for the nth time would cause irreparable damage to your being.

This was all because of you, you had to keep reminding yourself. He left you because of what you said to him, and he never did anything like that before. It hurt more than anything to see the boy you loved whose heart that used to be filled with joy, broken. You couldn’t be surprised anymore at your words, but the taste of torture lingered on the tip of your tongue.

All of your actions, all of it building up in terms to say I love you to him - the only words you’ve truly needed to say to him from the beginning- were left on the street, practically being run over by busy vehicles while you lied there pathetically on the sidewalk.

You desperately reached your hand out to where you had last seen him running, your vision failing you as you looked left and right for any sign on him. He would never leave you like this, would he? And you knew you were simply deluding yourself in this situation that all occurred because of you, but maybe... just maybe he would show up like he always did.

But he wasn’t there and you were left alone just like in the beginning.

You felt glistening tears well up in your eyes as the rain boomed heavily all around you. The lights of the cars soon carried away, leaving you all in the darkness where you slowly felt the hope building in your heart to crash and deteriorate every second. In a moment your reached out hand was abandoned by you too, falling to the ground where the noir shadows of the dreary clouds covered your ashamed face.

“It’s too late now. I can’t tell you what I wanted to say.

“And I’m sorry for not being better, but I just didn’t know how to say it.

“Beomgyu, I... I love you.”

You failed.

Pit!

Pat!

“You idiot, you’re bleeding now.”

Suddenly you felt the cover of an umbrella envelope overhead, protecting you from all the heavy rain that poured in every direction. You dare didn’t look up from your spot, too scared to think he was really there. That one and only soothing voice belonged to Beomgyu, however at the same time you didn’t want to believe it. Your brain must be playing tricks on you after an event as such.

“Come on, let’s get up now. You know that you really do look like a fool after falling like that.”

The only things you could hear was his chuckles, an exact replica of how he would laugh at you whenever you did something stupid. Great, now this just signaled off the bat that you were starting to miss him even more.

“Princess, I promise you that it’s me,” the voice kept encouraging you. You covered your ears with trembling hands, afraid that all of this wasn’t real. “And I’m not mad at you, so please just look at me.”

The shuffling of his clothes from beside you made you steal a quick glance towards the drenched boy, only to gasp with shock that he was really there. He’d been kneeling for a while now, the evidence clear as day when you looked at the wet marks on his pants. You frowned, wanting to hide yourself from him again. How long had it been since he arrived? You didn’t like it at all when he saw you like this, but some part of you believed that this would only prove for the better.

He then pulled you up, letting you cling onto him since your legs were shaking with fragility. You did your best to stand up yourself by pushing him away, too embarrassed to let him hold you for the meantime. Although you were successful for a second or two, the intent gaze in his eyes made you fall on top of him again- this time on his chest where you shied away.

You opted to glance up at him as much as he staring at you, tears welling up in your eyes while you tried to tell him everything simultaneously.

“How can you not be mad at me? Beomgyu, I know it must be too late to say I’m sorry but...

“You mean the world to me and I need you more than anyone I’ve ever wanted. I feel incomplete without you and not having you beside me makes me want to disappear. I don’t know why I haven’t realized these feelings long ago and I’m a terrible person for not doing so, but please... You have no clue how much you mean to me and losing you, the only boy who’s made me feel like this would mean inevitable loss.

“Hey, look... there’s no need to-”

“I’m too young to really grasp what love is, but I know you’ve made me so happy. You’ve made me the happiest I’ve ever been. I don’t think words will be enough to say how thankful I am to you, really. It’s not fair to you that I haven’t been doing the same thing, but now I’m going to tell you what’s straight from my heart.”

“Y/N, give me a sec-”

“and that’s everything. From your smile that’s been making me crazy, to your voice which calms me down whenever I hear it and especially you who makes me feel so comfortable being myself. I know it sounds incredibly cheesy but I’m absolutely crazy for you and after all this time with no doubt, you’re still the one that I think of when I lie awake in bed every night. I think about you way too much for my own good but I find it endearing how much I’m completely enamored by you. See? Look how I can’t do anything or be myself without you!”

The expression in his face told you he wasn’t having it and you crumbled under his intimidating stare with hooded eyes. He furrowed his eyebrows, crossing his arms when you clearly had much more to say. The flame burning in you vanished little by little with every second he maintained eye contact as you tightly clenched your sweating fists.

“I didn’t want to say it now when the world is currently against me, but I just need to tell you that I-” he easily shut you up a moment later, pressing his index finger against your mouth while you blubbered with several words neither of you could understand. He grinned a little bit at this somewhat innocence, but you weren’t satisfied with his reaction at all. Did he not believe you this time? Was it not enough? You were aching to prove more but didn’t know how!

“Can you calm down for a second, princess?! I kno-”

“Then will this be enough?”

You pressed your lips against him in an instant, arms wrapping around and over his neck as you pulled him down to meet you. Your eyes automatically closed, drowned in endearment while Beomgyu’s opened wide, too stunned to focus on what was happening.

The boy immediately dropped the black umbrella against the flooding ground, letting the breezing wind carry it away when he finally realized his dreams were at last happening. The sound made an almost discreet plop, but it was suffice to say that you didn’t give one crap about it. You just melted into the kiss all the more when he responded back, falling against his chest while his fingers danced over your waist as if he was going to lose you any moment. You swore you could feel your heart swell with love the moment he smiled against your lips, somehow managing to pull you closer while you sighed in relief.

Did this mean that he was yours and you were his now?

Beomgyu stared at you with hooded eyes when he backed away, breathless and too stunned to regain focus of what was happening. When you reluctantly pulled away too, you noticed you were were panting and trying to restore breath through shallow intakes of air. The looks you sent each other were completely endearing and you buried your face in his chest all the more while he couldn’t help but contain the laughter from inside. Judging by how much serotonin his adorable giggles were giving you, you could tell that he still felt the same way in and out, seeing pink all over which only signified a one true love.

He then broke the silence, swiping his thumb a few times over your lips. "You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” he admitted, cupping your cheek while you softened into his warm touch. Whenever you were with him, your heart bloomed into a pretty flower.

Relishing in the red roses that bloomed all around you two, you gently interlocked his fingers with his to which he instantly held back. This wasn’t a Wattpad fanfic or a drama but you felt as if you were the happiest girl in the world. Having him right beside you, being able to tell him how much you loved him because you finally realized you weren’t being true to yourself this whole time was something you never expected, but one thing you deserved. In order to have a happy ending, you had to keep going and not give up in the end even when things got tough because the inevitable promises of living would reward you in the end. You guessed that you had gotten it now because the love of your life was right before you, and you could finally look at him with love in your eyes.

“I just chased after you to say I love you,” you breathlessly giggled, pulling him closer to your body which was shaking with euphoria.

The erupting cheers from beside the gate made you turn and you looked at each and every single one of your friends cheering for the both of you. Yeonjun was excitingly screaming with joy while Taehyun and Kai jumped up and down together, tightly linking hands since their plan of getting you together had at last worked. The sudden support overwhelmed your senses when you glanced to see who was there as well. Right beside them was Soobin who was shooting you a genuine smile as tears filled up his chocolate, brown eyes. You grinned at him back, just in time to see Sunhye who was also clapping for the two of you.

Beomgyu quickly turned your attention back to him, kissing your cheek delicately as he whispered for only you to hear:

“I love you too.”

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Posted: 3/7/21- 12:24am

(Y’all. Omg. I’m literally shaking as I write this. Like... I can’t believe it. Right off the bat, I feel as if I’m going to miss this series so much. I know it was all over the place since I started writing a year ago and I want to apologize sincerely for every mistake I’ve forgotten or clearly remember or for the cringy moments along the way too. I can’t say much, for I’m speechless right now. It was so much fun to write a series and to be completely honest with you, I never expected it to turn out this way. At first I really wanted to an ending with Soobin and another part with Beomgyu, but I guess this is how things turned out(?) I wanted to see who my readers were cheering for and I wanted to crush or lift their hearts through the ending. My poor soobinnie bby though :cc i promise i love you so so so much and i’ll make it up to you one day~~ And beomgyu bby how dare you steal my heart like this. ANYWAY NOT THE POINT !! thanks to everyone who read this mess and enjoyed it ! I’m so flattered to even get a note for this and finishing this was one of the most satisfying things I’d ever done in this lifetime. Like... finally. I don’t have to stress about writing another part to this when I know some people are waiting. And those people are really the best !! (especially teddy bear anon hehe >3<) I just... I don’t really know what else to say other than i’m so happy yet so sad at how i finally completed this. it’s a long list of words but whoever read this.. i love you so much !! ++ again, here’s just a special thanks to everyone who read. i love you so much and i hope that if i ever write a series ever again, you’ll be the first ones to read it <33 thank you for showing my series some love. i’ll never be able to repay you for such kindness my pink rats 🥺🥺🥺💗💖 goodbye, inevitable promises. )

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