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Working Title | Chapter 20

Pairing: Dieter Bravo/OFC Series Rating: Mature, 18+ Word Count: 5.4k Series Masterlist | AO3 Chapter 20 Chapter Summary: The girls head to LA for the audition. Chapter Warnings: Brief alcohol mention. Swearing. Alternating POVs. Some angst, Body image issues. People being mean online. Allusions to Dieter's past. A/N: I can’t believe we’ve made it to the penultimate chapter of this series. This has been my first foray into fanfic writing and these two mean so much to me. I hope you enjoy this chapter and thank you for reading and spending some time in this little world!

“Cheers,” Sam smiled clinking the neck of his beer with Dieter’s glass.

The two made some small talk, mostly about the show and whether or not they thought it was actually going to be picked up or not.

“Do you have anything lined up after this is done?” He studied Dieter, who sat absentmindedly swirling his Old Fashioned in one hand.

“Nah, I haven’t come across anything that interests me. Might take some time off.”

“Must be nice,” Sam scoffed, wincing as he ran his hand through his hair. He hated it when his mouth worked faster than his brain. “Sorry, that probably sounded worse than I meant it. I just…I’m not in a position to take a lot of time off you know?”

Although he had been working for a while, Sam still hadn’t gotten his “big break” so every project felt really important to him.

“No man, it’s all good. I get it, I’ve been there. Hell…five years ago no one wanted to hire me. I’m just now starting to get people to somewhat take me seriously, again,” he chuckled to himself as his mind wandered to a dark place before quickly returning to the present.

“Well, they can’t take your Oscar away huh?” Sam offered a small smile and cleared his throat to change the subject. “You thinking of going out to see the girls sometime in Toronto? I’m trying to plan a trip.”

“Yeah, I was …ah…actually thinking of maybe renting a house out there. You know, since I’ll have the time,” Dieter scratched the back of his head.

“No way! That’s an awesome idea! Belle must be so excited about it…” he scrunched his face and Dieter took a sip of his drink. “She knows right?”

“I haven’t told her yet, I kinda wanted it to be a surprise,” Dieter smiled softly.

“Oh well, I’m sure she’ll feel a whole lot better taking the job knowing you’ll be there,” Sam offered, taking a swig of his beer.

“She say anything to you?”

“Not in so many words. But based on what Indy and I were talking about…you know…with she and I…I can only imagine the same applies to the two of you,” he set his beer down and looked Dieter in the eyes. “She’s fallen really hard, you know that right?”

Dieter chuckled, “Well however hard she’s fallen I’m like 10 times worse.”

Both of their phones buzzed at the same time as they both quickly lunged for their respective devices.

“Ah, well looks like they made it on the plane,” Sam smiled, tapping away.

Belle: Made it on the plane!

Dieter: I hope you have a safe flight. Try and sleep. You’ll be there when you wake up.

Belle: I wish I could sleep on planes. I’m checking what movies they have

Dieter: Do they have any of my stuff? That will make you fall asleep. 😜

Belle: No silly watching it would make me miss you too much.

Dieter: 💗

Belle: gotta go - they’re telling us to turn off the phones. I love you 😘

Dieter: Wait! Since I can’t hear you say goodnight, can I get a picture?

Belle smirked, feeling the warmth in her cheeks as she snapped a quick selfie.

Dieter: Good night beautiful. Tell me when you land. xo

Indy sported the biggest smile as she switched her phone to airplane mode. Glancing over she caught you staring at your lock screen — a selfie of you and Dieter from your hike around Waimea Canyon.

“Thanks for coming with me B,” she nudged your arm with her elbow, pulling you out of your daydream.

“Of course, this is exciting. Are you getting nervous?”

“Nah, I got this,” she winked.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Yeah babe, of course,” she turned her body towards you. “What’s up?”

“Have you and Sam talked about things? Like what’s going to happen next?”

Indy looked down, playing with the hem of her shirt with a small smile. “Yeah…we’ve talked about it. Truthfully it makes me a little scared. I really like him B and I…I don’t know what’s next for us. Sure he can come out and visit, but he needs to work too.”

“For what it’s worth, he really likes you too,” you covered her hand with yours, rubbing circles with your thumb. “And I think he’s a great guy so I’m rooting for you.”

She rested her head on your shoulder, “Thanks B. At first I thought this was going to be just some on-set fling or whatever but I can see this going somewhere,” she smirked as you looked at her with a silent squeal.

“I knew it,” you winked.

“Try and get some sleep, ok? I know how you get,” she smirked as she rummaged through her bag to find the novelty sleeping mask you got her years ago. The “Sleeping Beauty” stitching, a nod to her Disney Princess past, was starting to fade. She put on her noise-canceling headphones and was asleep before the wheels left the tarmac, leaving you to sort out how to entertain yourself for the next five and a half hours.

You aimlessly scrolled through the various television shows and documentaries given as in-flight entertainment options, unable to find something that grabbed your interest. Once the flight attendant delivered your ginger ale and pretzels, you decided to get serious about finding a movie. Doing some quick math, you figured you could probably watch at least two.

When you reached the “C’s” in the menu, your stomach did a little flip seeing the thumbnail for Cliff Beasts 6. You remember when the movie came out and how you had to drag Indy to go see it, tolerating all of the teasing because you just had to see the latest Dieter flick. You’ve endured so many different films and TV shows just to get a chance to watch him; Cliff Beasts 6 was no exception. His over-the-top, cartoonish accent made you laugh despite the absolute trainwreck of a plot.

Seeing Dieter on the little screen mounted in the seatback in front of you gave you butterflies. The last couple of weeks were such a whirlwind. Never in your wildest dreams did you think you’d ever meet him in person let alone everything else that’s transpired. You felt like you were living in an alternate reality.

With a smile now permanently affixed to your face, you watched and focused less on the movie and more on how quickly you’ve grown to love this man. His nervous energy, his smile, his laugh, his hair, of course. The way he knew how to strike that balance of gentle and comforting with a little edge that made you want to give him anything and everything. By this point, you were about halfway through the movie and your eyelids were starting to feel heavy.

The guys decided to call it a night after a couple of drinks due to Sam’s early call time (and the fact that he hadn’t read through his scenes yet). Dieter’s call time got pushed back, but he was desperate to return to his room to wallow and track Belle’s flight.

Once in his suite, he made a beeline for the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of water along with a box of cookies, and went to his room. Instead of sitting on his side, he settled into Belle’s side of the bed, traces of her perfume and shampoo still on the pillow. He searched for her flight on his phone and studied the route while eating a cookie, the crumbs falling on his shirt and onto the bed.

The girls had a few couple hours until they were to land in Los Angeles and his mind was abuzz, flipping through various thoughts like a Rolodex. He hoped it was a smooth flight and wondered what Belle was doing, wishing she was able to get some sleep. He was curious about how the audition would go for Indy. He knew she was a lock for the role so he needed to stop thinking of “ifs” and start thinking of “whens.”

Sleep was a lost cause so he grabbed the remote. He wasn’t going to be able to sleep until he knew she was safe on the ground. Flipping through the channels, he came across Alien and decided to stop and keep it on as background noise as he continued to do some research on his tablet. He found a couple of places in Toronto and fired off emails to Liz so she could investigate further.

Time crawled by. Something else was on TV but Dieter didn’t pay it any mind. He was scrolling through photos on his phone, landing on a candid he took of Belle one morning. She looked so peaceful, a hint of a smile on her face as she lay on her side facing him, the sheet just barely covering her.

He closed his eyes wishing she was next to him. He ran his hand over his face, his breath hitched just a bit smelling the smallest trace of her musk still on his fingers. It sent an electric pulse down his body, remembering how just a few hours ago her mouth was where his hand had drifted to. His slow strokes picked up as he replayed some of their more intimate moments in his head. It didn’t take long before he found his release, left panting as he reached for his phone.

One more hour.

He cleaned himself up and stepped outside smiling as he looked across at the adjacent balcony, remembering that morning. He stared out into the darkness, hearing the rhythmic sounds of the waves crashing onto the beach below. It was lulling him to sleep, but before he closed his eyes he set an alarm on his phone.

You were woken up when the flight attendants made one last pass through the cabin before taking their seats for the approach to LAX. “Psst,” you gently shook Indy.

She groaned, pulling off her sleeping mask with a pout. “I need the largest, most obnoxious coffee concoction when we land.”

“You got it,” you giggled.

You reached for your phone, itching to be able to turn it off airplane mode so you could text Dieter. The moment the tires made contact with the tarmac, both you and Indy were furiously tapping away at your phones. You felt butterflies when a message came through before you could send one.

Dieter: My bed felt empty 😞 Hope you were able to get some sleep. I miss you.

You grinned like an absolute idiot at your phone at the selfie he sent complete with his signature arched eyebrow and pursed lips. He was in bed underneath the covers. His broad shoulders took up the whole frame and his hair was as unruly as ever, but what stood out to you most was his sweet smile and gentle, but tired, eyes.

Belle: Just landed 🙂 You’re still up?!

Dieter: I took a little power nap 😉

Dieter: I wanted to make sure you got there ok.

Beside you, Indy whispered into her phone to Sam using a baby voice. Normally this would have made you cringe, but seeing her this happy was actually really sweet.

Belle: All good. Safe and sound 🙂 You should get some rest.

Dieter: For later tonight? 😏

Belle: lol whatever gets you to sleep a little

Dieter: Yes ma’am

Dieter: Keep me updated. Even if I fall back asleep it will be nice to wake up to your name on my phone.

Belle: 😘

Belle: I’ll try not to bother you too much

Dieter: You’re never a bother sweetheart

Dieter breathed a sigh of relief knowing the girls made it safely. The anxiety of the last several hours coupled with the lack of sleep finally caught up to him and before he knew it, his eyes fluttered closed as his phone slipped from his hand and onto the carpet.

Getting off the plane through the airport and to the car service was a bit of a blur thanks to the small gaggle of paparazzi armed with cameras, cellphones, and ring lights. Seeing the paps at a place like LAX was pretty standard given all of the celebrities, but what was uncommon was for you and Indy to be the targets of their attention. Once they spotted you, they descended, shouting both of your names as Rhys tried his best to shield you while ushering you to the waiting car. They yelled all at once and you could only make out a phrase or two from each.

“Are you dating Dieter Bravo?”

“Did you and Dieter break up?”

“Belle, can you give us a smile?”

“What the fuck?” Indy huffed as she scooted into the back of the SUV behind you.

“How’d they know my name?” Your face scrunched up as you looked out the back window.

“Someone must have tipped them off, I swear I didn’t set that up!” Rhys looked back from the front seat before turning around to furiously type on his phone.

You and Indy exchanged a confused look. “I can see them knowing you Ind, but me?”

“Well, you are dating Dieter fucking Bravo…” she smirked, before switching to a more serious tone. “I’m sorry B, it sucks. It’s one thing if he were here with you; I know how unnerving this whole thing can be. But you rocked it! Your first paparazzi swarm!” She gave an encouraging smile, trying to make you laugh to get your mind off the path it would inevitably go down.

You sat a bit dumbfounded, trying to process. You are dating Dieter fucking Bravo. You are in love with him and he’s in love with you. But all of this kind of attention wasn't something you wanted. Your mind started to spiral thinking about what life would be like with Dieter outside of your little bubble. Whether going out on a date or taking a trip to the grocery store, he was recognizable and your life would always be on display for others to judge and scrutinize.

Deep in thought, you didn’t even register the SUV pulling up to Indy’s apartment. She quickly unlocked the door and ushered you all in, knowing there was limited time for her to take a quick shower and freshen up. Rhys stepped out to make a couple of phone calls while you laid out your kit on the vanity in her bedroom. Once you were all set up, you plopped on the bed and pulled out your phone. Even though you figured (and hoped) he was asleep, you decided to fire off a message to Dieter.

Belle: Sorry it’s been a bit chaotic but we’re at Indy’s now. Audition is at 9 so I’ll be kinda MIA - Rhys says I have some meetings today too. Hope you're getting some sleep 💕

A notification for Instagram popped up which you ignored, opting instead to clear out some emails. But then another notification came through, followed by another and another, and soon your phone started buzzing with texts and other alerts. As you opened Instagram Rhys sprinted into the room.

“Have you seen them?” He asked in a huff, rushing over to you.

“What? What happened? Is everything ok?”

“Y-yeah, it’s just….the photos of you and Indy are starting to circulate.” He looked a bit worried and you weren’t quite sure why.

“Circulate?” You scoffed, trying to put on a calm exterior despite the anxiety brewing in your chest. You fidgeted with the sleeve of Dieter's sweatshirt you were still wearing.

“Just the typical accounts but some…others picked it up too,” his mouth twitched as he averted his eyes.

You furrowed your brows and Rhys opened his mouth to say more as the en suite bathroom door opened.

“I’m ready!” A bathrobe-clad Indy announced before her face dropped seeing Rhys stressed and you confused. “Wait. What happened? Is everything ok?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, walking over to put his hands on Indy’s arms. “It’s just that the photos from the airport are starting to make their rounds.”

You can’t see the look on Rhys’ face but something in his voice tells you he’s trying to tell Indy something without tipping you off.

“Have you seen anything?” Indy looked past Rhys, her eyes boring into you.

You shook your head, “No, what the fuck guys?! I literally just sat down. Is there something I should know?”

Rhys and Indy exchanged a look before she walked past him, coming to sit next to you on the bed. “Here let me take a look.” She unlocked her phone and started going through her tagged posts.

Indy had the best poker face but you knew her tells. To the untrained eye, they wouldn’t know the difference but decades of friendship made you all too aware of her microexpressions. The slight purse of her lips, an eyebrow twitch, or a shift in her posture – she was uneasy about something.

“You’re making me nervous, Ind.” Your mind started to race through all of the possibilities but had a sneaking suspicion that the reason both she and Rhys were acting weird was because your appearance was being scrutinized. And if that was the case it was honestly so unfair. You had just come off a red-eye and weren’t expecting to have a bunch of cameras shoved in your face. You tugged awkwardly at the hem of Dieter's sweatshirt as Indy kept scrolling.

Indy let out a frustrated sigh as she put down the phone. “I seriously don’t know what gets into people. They act like they know us, know our lives, and they don’t…” She rubbed the heels of her hands into her eyes.

“What’re they saying Ind?” You say with a bit more bite than you intended. You appreciated her trying to shield and protect you from the online fodder but it was completely unrealistic to think you wouldn’t read stuff.

“Look for yourself,” she turned her body toward you, her eyes watching as you unlocked your phone and started scrolling. There was one thread of comments and replies that grabbed your attention.

>>Omg they look like a hot mess

>>They look pissed off

>>It’s early in the morning they’re probably not awake. Jeez give them a break.

>>How do you look in the morning?

>>They look kinda sad

>>Oh that’s the girl Dieter is dating huh?

>>Do you think Dieter broke up with her? Is that why they’re back in LA?

>>They haven’t posted anything together ever at least Indy and Sam kinda soft launched

>>It’s probably not serious then. Remember his last chick? Dude wouldn’t shut up about her

>>He’s definitely still shooting. I saw a photo of him at a bar in Hawaii last night

>>The guy was probably hammered huh?

>>Oh no that was probably bad news

>>Wait is THAT who Dieter is dating now? Woof

>>Guy must be desperate

>>How do you go from a Victoria’s Secret model to that?

You skimmed through the rest of it as you felt your blood pressure spiking. People were throwing out wild, unfounded speculation and there was a small contingent doing a deep dive about you and your family and friends. Your mind goes into a tailspin as you read through more. You couldn’t make out the words, but you heard Indy next to you on the phone trying to get in touch with Sam, frustrated when she got his PA instead.

Meanwhile, you felt that all-too-familiar pang in your gut. You experienced a taste of this when you and Dieter were first spotted in public, knowing that it wasn’t going to be the first or last time people would make comments about you. But something about this felt so unsettling and so invasive. You were a normal person trying to support her friend on what was essentially a job interview. It also made you uncomfortable that the focus was on you and not Indy – she’s the star of the show here not you. Why aren’t people coming up with theories about why she’s in LA when she should be on set in Hawaii too?

The conversations around Dieter were also surprising and a bit confusing. You were on what you thought was a Dieter fan account yet people were speculating about everything from the two of you breaking up to him cheating on you to you both getting secretly married. It hurt to see so many quick to paint him in a bad light – assuming that he had done something wrong.

Indy hung up the phone and you could feel her eyeballs on you but you just kept scrolling.

“What are you thinking B?”

You shook your head, “This is all so confusing. How does us at the airport turn into all of this,” you waved your phone around.

“It, unfortunately, comes with the territor-”

“Can it Rhys!” Indy snapped. “That’s not helpful right now. Look, apparently Sam and Dee went to the hotel bar after we left, had a couple of drinks, and then went back to their rooms.”

“Wait, you don’t think he actually….”

“No, no not at all,” she squeezed your leg. “No. And it’s ridiculous the way these people spiral off the smallest thing…have you tried calling him?”

You shook your head, “I’m pretty sure he’s asleep. He had a later call time than Sam and sounded like he was up most of the night.” Your mind drifted to a negative place briefly before shutting down that train of thought.

“Well, just try, I’m sure Liz is lighting up his phone too.”

“She is. We’ve been texting,” Rhys chimed in.

You called Dieter a couple of times and it went to voicemail. After the third failed attempt to reach him, you took a deep breath, took off the sweatshirt, and looked at Indy, resolved to not let this derail an important day for her. “We need to get you ready.”

“O-ok, yeah, c’mon let’s go.”

Since it was part audition/part screen test, you were thankful to just have to do minimal makeup and a simple blowout, allowing you to go on autopilot and think. You suddenly felt like you were back in your apartment after you found out Ryan left. The thoughts of unworthiness were quick to make themselves known after they’d been dormant for weeks – the weeks you’ve known Dieter. You were happier, and stronger with him, and being apart only made you see how weak and fragile you were.

You were annoyed at yourself that comments from people you didn’t know could affect you so much. But words hurt. And it doesn’t help that so many of them keyed in on parts of your body you were self-conscious about. But then there was another voice trying to push through to remind you that all of those things they called out were the things Dieter loved. He celebrated your body, eager to show you his appreciation as you became more comfortable with him.

Thoughts then traveled to Dieter, wondering what his state of mind would be like when he finally woke up and Liz brought him up to speed. You smiled a bit to yourself knowing that his first thoughts would probably be about you and wanting to check if you were ok. But you knew his next instinct would be to turn inward. He hadn’t shared everything, but there were demons from his past he still had to contend with every day. And you couldn’t help but think that seeing people attack you because of your relationship with him was going to send him down a self-loathing spiral.

For a brief moment, your mind wandered to a territory that scared you – whether all of this was worth it. You continued to work in silence, catching Indy’s eyes in the mirror every so often. She acted like she was rereading her lines but you knew she was trying to gauge your feelings and meet you where you were.

“Ok, ready.” You set down the can of finishing spray and fluffed up her hair in the mirror.

“Wanna talk about it?” She grabbed your hand, stopping you from quickly packing everything up.

“There’s nothing to talk about. C’mon, we’re going to be late.”

“Of course there’s stuff to talk about.”

“I’m. Fine.” You snapped, instantly regretting losing your temper. “Sorry Indy, I…it’s just the same old shit when it comes to,” you motioned up and down your body. “I don’t want to talk about it. It’s not a productive conversation.”

She didn’t push it and just hugged you, figuring an embrace would tell you more than she could with words. Rhys interrupted your quiet moment urging you both to get a move on so you weren't late. Indy did one last sweep of her apartment, hoping it would be a long while before she saw it again.

Dieter tossed and turned all morning, his hands seeking Belle only to find an empty, cold space next to him in the bed. He was about to close his eyes again and will himself to sleep when the hotel phone came to life with a shrill ring. Covering his face with a pillow he reached for the phone and brought the receiver to his ear.

“Yeah?”

“Well thank fuck you’re alive. Goddamit I’ve been calling you and texting you all morning. I was about to go get them to open the door if you didn’t pick up. Where have you been? Are you ok?”

This wasn’t the first time Liz had woken Dieter up and berated him, but something about her tone this time caught his attention.

“Lizzie,” he cleared his throat, starting to sit up. “What’s wrong?”

“Were you asleep? You know you’re due on set in like half an hour, right?”

“I forgot to set an alarm…didn’t get much sleep last night. I wanted to make sure the girls got there ok. Are they ok? Did something happen?”

“Where’s your phone?” A slight hesitation in her voice.

“Uh, I thought it was right here…” Dieter felt around the bed before peeking over and seeing the phone face down on the floor. “Ah there it is, must have fallen….holy shit, what the hell happened?”

Dieter turned over his phone and was pretty sure he had a notification from every app. He saw a bunch of missed phone calls from Liz and Belle, hell even Sam and Meredith had rung him. His list of missed texts was from the same bunch with the addition of Danny, Indy, and even Rhys.

“Goddamit Liz. Gimme the rundown. Are they ok?” Dieter swung his legs around, feeling dizzy as the adrenaline coursed through his veins.

“She’s fine Dee, they’re ok. The damn paps swarmed the girls as soon as they left the airport. Couple of the blogs caught it and it’s what you expect – people talking about her, how she looks, and trying to find out more about her and Indy. Luckily she’s a smart girl and has a lot of her shit locked down so there’s not a ton for people to find. But it’s only a matter of time before someone comes out of the woodwork wanting their 15 minutes.”

Dieter scoffed, knowing that all too well. When he was at rock bottom it felt like every person he’d ever met was willing to go to a gossip rag to talk about him. It was the usual suspects - jilted lovers, disgruntled past co-stars or assistants, all the way to his old dog’s vet. Anyone and everyone who wanted to give their two cents about Dieter found a way to get their story out.

His annoyance turned into a feeling of helplessness. He knew how these comments would hurt Belle and with her so far away he couldn’t be there to comfort her. Hell, she wasn’t even gone for 12 hours. It was unfair that he couldn’t protect her from a life he’d unfortunately grown accustomed to. He worked a lot on himself to build back a fraction of the confidence he used to have. It still stung to see things written about him, so he could only imagine the negative headspace she was in because of this all.

“I need to call her.”

“That’s not it Dee,” Liz cut him off before taking a deep inhale. “They’re also talking about you. People have no idea that she’s there for Indy’s audition. They’re assuming both girls left set early due to an incident.”

“What incident?”

“Well, no theory has stuck yet, but it’s the greatest hits.”

Liz didn’t have to spell it out for Dieter to know that once again his past was coming around. He ran his free hand through his hair and then down his face as he tried to quell the frustration. It felt like no matter how much progress he made, people only thought of him as that womanizing, drug-fueled party animal from years ago.

“I need to call Belle.”

“They’re in meetings right now. I’ve kept in close contact with Rhys. He was there when they saw the photos and started reading through the comments.”

“How’d she take it?”

“As best as you can imagine. Rhys said she kind of shut down on the drive over but turned it on once they got there and started meeting with everyone.”

Dieter’s heart sank, imagining the spiral she must be on as she tried to keep it together for Indy. All the studio execs probably had Google Alerts set for both of the girls as a precaution and as a means to suss out any potential liabilities and issues, so they no doubt knew about Belle and Dieter’s rumored, but very real, relationship. It pained him that he couldn’t be there to comfort her; maybe if he was with her the focus could have been on him instead.

The smallest hint of a smile came across his face. He felt a combination of pride and awe in her strength – that she could compartmentalize all of these feelings and seemingly put on a brave face for Indy’s audition. She was stronger than she gave herself credit for.

“I need to talk to her….do you know how much longer they’ll be?” Dieter tried to sound even keel but he knew Liz could see right through it.

“I mean, they should probably be done soon. They have to get back to the airport, their flight leaves in a couple of hours.”

Dieter took a deep breath, trying to quell his anxiety. “Well, I’ll have my phone on me. Maybe if I can get downstairs Mere can get me ready and I can - ”

“Dee,” Liz cut him off. “Listen, I know your first instinct is to try and fix this, but she’s a big girl. Being with you isn’t going to be a cakewalk, you can’t shield her from this kind of stuff forever.” He stayed quiet for a moment, rubbing his temples. “What’s bothering you champ?”

“I…I just don’t want all of this to scare her off…like it’s going to be too much. That I'm too much. She didn’t ask for any of this, you know? What if she ends up deciding she’d rather not deal with it?”

“Dieter,” Liz paused, knowing she needed to be a bit more delicate than her normal tough love. “You love her right? And she loves you? Shit is going to be hard. I know it’s scary, but you have to just trust in each other. What do you want from her?”

“I don’t want anything from her. I…I just want everything with her.”

“Well, she’ll be back in…” Liz checked her watch, “eight hours. You can profess your ever-dying love then.”

He rolled his eyes and laughed. “Thanks. Hey, did you see those emails I sent you?”

“Yup, we’re checking them out – I’ll make sure we check out potential security issues to see if anything is an immediate no.”

“Thanks, Lizzie. I should probably get downstairs. Hey, I’ll have my phone on me. Anything else happens…anything…you call me. I don’t give a shit if we’re filming, you call me.”

“You got it champ….it’s all going to be ok, Dee.”

Previous chapter / Final chapter

A/N: So I know I haven’t always been the best with updating, but the last chapter is written and it will come out on Feb. 26!

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dozing-marshmallow · 8 months

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Can you do more ChrisxNibbling stuff cause I saw you do it and I liked it,and can you do it with some campers? Ty!

Thank you! Hope you enjoy !! 💗

CHRIS MCLEAN’S NIBLING! READER AND CAMPERS (CONTINUED HEADCANONS)

This was removed from the final cut; after Egypt’s challenge came to an end, you had a lot of time to spend before you took flight and began the first elimination ceremony of the season.

To relieve frustration, Bridgette took the waves of the Mediterranean Sea, changing into her diving suit and putting her surfboard to good use.

She performed tricks you’ve never seen anyone do before- like one where she projected her board vertically at the wave’s lip and descended gracefully without losing her momentum.

“Cool...” you clapped your hands for the blonde surfer.

“Oh, (Y/N)!” she waved through her wet hair, gliding back to the shallow end,“You were watching?”

“Uh huh, uh huh! You’re so good!” you cheer, impressed at Bridgette’s ability to flow so powerfully on the walls of water,“Can you do that again?”

She happily grants your request,“Alright! Pay close attention!” there she went, this time, sliding frantically above the current, having buckets of spray flash after her, never catching her. She comes back to the shore again, in time for another show of your amazement.

“Woahhh...” a new aspiration was born,“I wanna do that!”

“Aw, really?” she smiled in flattery,“So happy I could inspire you! You’ll be great at it, it’s really fun! Want to see how it feels for yourself?” she offered welcomingly, nodding to her surfboard.

You pause,“I don’t know, Bridgette... I don’t have my swimwear on me and even though I’m boiling... Chris might not be happy if I end up getting wet in these clothes.”

Bridgette respects your duteous response, not minding the turn down,“Well, it’s really responsible of you to listen to your uncle since he’s the one that’s taking care of you. At least he cares about someone on this show!”

“He cares about you guys too!” you chirp otherwise,“Believe me, he just likes to play pretend!” Gosh, you could use some water, but not of the variety you were approaching, even the grains of soaked sand blazed the back of your shoes,“Can I hold onto your leg?”

“What?” Bridgette’s puzzlement very vivid in the watery heat,“But didn’t you say...”

Merrily, you delineated,“I know! But how can he know I went in if I don’t get wet? As long as I don’t get drenched, we’ll be off the hook! Besides, I’ve seen you do it without getting a single drop of water! You can do it again, right?”

You’re only young once. You had to go against the rules every now and then for a lifetime moment of fun. Bridgette grins at the opportunity she now had to introduce an interested kid to the world of surfing,“You can count on it. Just hold on, and try stay still.”

“Aye aye captain!” You carefully go sit at the rear end of the slippery surfboard. Bridgette walks next to it and slowly drags it back into the different medium of salty layers. Demands to maintain balance grew as you hovered above the upcoming waves, feeble hands clutching onto the sides of the surfboard, the whiteness of the sun livened the teal surrounding you.

On the right signal, Bridgette throws herself onto the surfboard and that’s where the fun really started.

Like going on a waterslide! An illegal waterslide. But a thrilling waterslide!

“Coooousin!” Sierra sang, rushing to sit next to you,“How are youu? Are you excited to spend this season together!?”

Why did she keep calling you that?,“Sure?” you look behind her, seeing Cody at the back, peering out from the first class doorway, clasping his hands together.

You sighed.

“Great! Because I have sooo many questions on my bucket list to ask you! It’s called primary data, research you collect yourself!” she bounces, her long magenta hair slapping your face,“That okay with you, cousin? I can give you a leg massage during the interview!”

That was a strange compromise,“No no... I’m good. Uh... What’s the questions?”

“Hehehe! Okay, okay! So you know back in kindergarten, did you actually like Mrs Pearlsey or were you pretending to so you wouldn’t be the last one to get snacks?”

...

I beg your pardon?

That wasn’t what you had in mind. Any tranquility you had evaporated into utter discomposure,“How’d you know that smelly witch’s name?”

"Eeeeee okay okay, so you did hate her!” she scrambled to write it down in her sudden appearing notebook.

“You still need to answer me!” you demand, looking around the empty economy class,“How did you know?”

Sierra had absolutely no idea how what she was doing was abnormal, still behaving like no more than a passionate fan,“Because cousin! We're a family! Family knows everything! Just like your pet fish that died. Riddles!” she tittered, poking your shoulder,“Hehehe, I knew his name too. I never knew why that was the case... Did your friendship with Sam Martins end because of Sheila Jens? Or did it end because he moved away?”

Hearing those names, you shifted drastically away in horror,“I don’t wanna talk to you anymore! Get away from me!” Those were private memories... Memories in which, you couldn’t tell if speared because it happened or because they were resurfacing from an oblivious blabber.

Like the intimate details of your life couldn’t just be kept to you?

“Cousin!” Sierra cools down, about time she got the message,“I didn’t mean to freak you out, I’m only saying these things because I care!” you push her away,“Like youuur safari birthday party! It was sooo cute! I have the exact decorations in a box at home! Your parents threw them away after party.”

“Thank you?” okay that, maybe from your mom’s Facebook. Still weird how she would’ve gone through the act of finding it and scrolling through it...

“Question, who is your favourite? Mom or dad?” her eyes minimised to make space for her hungry beam.

A non-specific reasonable question? A dove to your ears,“Uh...” still an uncomfortable one, but at least it wasn’t aimed from the threads of your life.

To answer it though, you’d never gave it much thought. You loved both of them-

“It’s your daddy, isn’t it? Admit it!” well, no point answering that if she had an answer already,“Aw! It’s so sweet that you still love him after he got in trouble for committing fraud.”

Fraud? Your dad?

No...

She’s lying.

You couldn’t believe it. You were outraged,“What are you talking about? My dad never did fraud! He’s an honest man! You’re a liar! Liar! Liar! Liar!” You yelled at her, as disgusted as your lungs could scratch. She could harass you all she wanted, but to involve your parents in such a lie? Killed any respect you had for her!

However...everything she’d been saying...

“Wait, you don’t know? Oooo, family learning time!” she gasps, as though it was fact, unknown to your spiking loathe for her- rather, it was all a moment for you to learn something harvested from the findings of a raving maniac,"Three years after you were born, your mommy and daddy wanted another baby. But after your daddy was fired for money deception, your mom was realllly mad, so they like decided they couldn't afford to take care of any more kids when they already had a strain on their marriage to mend. So yeah, that’s why it was just you! Auntie and uncle sure were busy, even now as we speak! It would totally be awesome if there was another member in the family though. Chris even said if it was a girl, he wanted it to be named Christy!” her smile as wide as ever, insensitive contrast to your frozen hanging face.

Your dad...fraud...fired...?

“Chris... My dad didn’t actually do fraud, did he?”

He was going to have to have a little talk with Sierra.

Your uncle in the matter was consumed by the abyssal realisation of the consequences he took lightly at the beginning when he accepted an archetype like Sierra on the show.

How could he have underestimated that badly?

Chris had that trait for as long as you knew him- play now, stress later.

Which is why, you didn’t want to go out of your way to bother him anymore for the rest of the night. Even if it meant losing your bedtime story streak.

It was a bummer, but Chris’ well-being mattered more to you than your needs that could be met at any leeway, and you’d hate to coerce him into doing something when he wasn’t in the mood for it.

Not to mention, you yourself wasn’t in a good mood after hearing something that wasn’t in either Sierra’s nor your business to know.

Sierra... It was gonna be difficult enduring her.

It didn’t change how you were sitting in a more shrouded area of first class, a red curtain, leaning on a wall.

“Fine evening, is it not?”

You glance to the source of question.

Look who it is. Charmer boy.

“Yeah...” you didn’t have enough energy to interrogate his convenient timing after wasting most of the day reflecting on the backstory you never knew you had.

He clearly saw that too,“Why so down, little one?”

Ah,“I... Chris is meant to read me a bedtime story... But...”

“But?” Alejandro repeated, very patiently.

“...” you shouldn’t be sharing anything remotely personal with him,“Never mind. It’s nothing.”

“No no, please. Is he...not available for you?”

Your mind rolled back to where Chris was, destress-ing away in the steam of his hot tub,“You can say that...”

Alejandro places his attention on your storybook “Scaredy Squirrel”, the front cover featuring a cartoon squirrel with a Cheshire Cat smile and takes the situation to offer,“Would you prefer if I were to read it to you? Just for tonight?”

Although you had grown used to Alejandro’s dark brown hair and red button up, it seemed you had forgotten through your thorough look up at him.

You didn’t know how Alejandro read story books, but better than nobody,“Okay!” perhaps it’ll help clear your head. Besides, his team did win the very section you were in so you were bound for comfort regardless.

You both are able to fit in one of the golden chairs, thanks to your smaller physique. Holding Mrs Maple, Alejandro takes the book into his hands, turning it around, feeling for the first time and reads the title aloud,“Scaredy Squirrel” he opens it to the first page,“Scaredy Squirrel never leaves his nut tree. He’d rather stay in his safe and familiar tree than risk venturing out into the unknown.”

Woah... You had grown used to Alejandro’s smooth voice, but to hear it in this setting felt like warm milk becoming sound,“The unknown can be a scary place for a squirrel. A few things Scaredy Squirrel is afraid of: green Martians, killer bees, tarantulas, poison ivy, germs, sharks.” His voice was so soft. No crack, no rasp, it was scripted for storytelling. It was scripted for anything.

“Are you scared of any of those things, Alejandro?” you asked him, positioning Mrs Maple in an angle where she could also see the pictures.

“Why should I be? All these things are a mere life form, they exist peacefully. It would be wrong to hold hate against Mother Nature’s creations when they haven’t done anything threatening to us.” There he goes, scarring ambiguity onto his pretty words.

“Even the killer bees?” you giggle. It was right in the name and he called that peaceful?

A smile does grow on his face, catching what you’re indicating,“That’s a different case. They tend to be a lot more territorial than the average bee, but at the end of the day, they help pollinate our plants and help make our food yummy.”

His terminology demoted for you, making his tone elixir sleepy eyelids quicker. You were worried you wouldn’t reach the end of the book.

“But let’s say, just for example, that something unexpected did happen... You can rest assured that this squirrel is prepared.”

You got up to Scaredy Squirrel’s improved schedule, before you nodded off to sleep. Alejandro noticed your first few seconds of slower breathing and verbal absence, and despite that, he kept reading on until he finished.

He removed one of the clean first class blankets out of the plastic packaging and placed it on himself and you, moving as delicately as he could so you could keep using his side as a pillow.

He really would have loved to be the eldest child,“Dormir bien, little one.”

What happened in the past is in the past, and your dad was a changed man- he had to be, or else your mother would’ve left him time ago. See! There was no need for you to worry your little mind to death- Alejandro helped repair your perception without even needing to know what had stained it.

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flashfuture · 2 months

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Since I've been on it I wanna talk about Hal's parents. Cause I've seen some dislike for Geoff Johns take on them. But they didn't really, Jessica especially, exist before then. I feel like some people read the comic where Hal in hysterical grief over Coast City made a construct of his parents and then went off to kill all the Lanterns and Guardians and said yep that is exactly how his parents were.

But let's get into it. Martin and Jessica Jordan. For further context, the sibling order is Jack, Hal, Jim Jordan. Three boys. And it was sort of implied for years that they were Jewish and got confirmed not too long ago that Jessica is Jewish and Martin is Catholic. Hal was a grown man in the 80s. His childhood took place in the 50/60s. And before that he was a grown man in the 60s meaning his childhood was the 40s/50s. That absolutely influenced the type of life he had. Vs the further in time we drag this out the less natural it becomes to have super strict parents.

So to begin the first physical appearance of Martin Jordan comes in 1989 in Green Lantern: Emerald Dawn #1. This is a post crisis pre zero hour story so any events in this particular time window are wildly subject to change

Martin is a test flight pilot. He's Hal's hero. His plane goes down. Hal watches. This sequence of events stays consistent across every time line including Flashpoint which is you know fascinating.

"Hal got fired today-- and he got his mom to call up and beg for him."

"Talk about my father again Biff and I'll rip your lungs out."

In this version of events, we get a mention of Jessica. She's not named and doesn't appear. So you can tell she was brought up purely for a 'Hal is so irresponsible he needs his mommy's help' bit. Hal and Jack get along though and are violently defensive of their father. Hal also catches a drunk driving charge after this.

Speaking of drunk I know there's a comic out there where Martin is described as a drunk which I could not for the life of me dig up again but that's mentioned all of once so I just ignore it. What's with making test pilots drunks???

Anyways Green Lantern: Emerald Dawn is definitely not my favorite Hal Jordan story and I'm glad it's been mostly retconned out minus the very beginning parts with Martin.

(Green Lantern vol 3 #36)

"So you're back to flying planes, huh?"

"Dad's blood still runs through my veins, I guess."

This Christmas special in 1993 took place before Coast City exploded. Hal took Carol out to Jack's house to spend the holiday with the Jordan family. Hal directly attributes flying to his dad's influence.

Now Green Lantern vol 3 #48. Hal is standing in the ruins of Coast City not a soul left and he conjures an image of his parents. Reminder they are entirely Hal's imagination and again he is just about hysterical right now.

"I looked up to you. I worshipped the ground you walked on, or flew over. I wanted to grow up and be you... which probably has a lot to do with who I am now. Growing up, though, I never felt like you... I don't know thought that much of me."

As we saw Hal's dad died when he was Maybe ten. His little brother and older brother didn't have real accomplishments in elementary school. Jack the DA and Jim helping the campaign and having a family that's all modern. Stuff Martin would have never known about. Martin the pilot getting on Hal's case for having his head in the clouds? Really seems like Hal is the one he could have related to the most. Martin getting on Hal about not saving the city just proves Hal is projecting his worries about disappointing his dad onto his dad and then because he's so hysterical with grief forces himself to rewatch his dad dying.

Absolutely completely irrational state of mind he's in right now. At the end of this issue, he's going to fly off into space to kill all the Lanterns and the Guardians.

And then he summons Jessica. Calling her mother instead of mom is just really funny to me like informal with his strict dad formal with his chill mom. Lmao? Jessica only speaks on Martin. Reminding Hal of the good times they had. She's Hal's memory which which means Hal heard the story of dressing up as Santa he remembers his dad's aftershave. Summoning your mom just to talk about your dad is crazy work btw

Again Hal was so young when his dad died. Not a teenager not even close. What was Martin disappointed about? Maybe Hal who can't keep a job a girl or half his friends (Barry died and all super friends ditched him basically) is projecting backwards into time. And assumes his Dad would be disappointed in him.

"Personal gain? This is about personal loss!"

Personal loss and Hal's spent most of his time summoning his long dead father. He really never got over Martin dying and that's so apparent. Anyways this is where Hal decides to go into space and kill everybody. Seeing his dad taken from him one more time made him snap.

Hal is enamored with his father. Whether their relationship was tough or easy it wasn't necessarily the point. The point is Hal Jordan loves his father to Oa and back more than the rest of his family probably understood. He didn't just want to impress his father he wants to be him.

And Zero Hour royally fucked up Hal's family but like idk let's just say Infinite Crisis fixed it. That's two reality shattering events. Why not give Hal a little treat of being his dad's favorite. No one seems to miss when Jack, Jim, and Hal all went to the same college and the same fraternity and were besties

#dc comics #hal jordan #green lantern #martin jordan #long post

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kirihotto · 9 months

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Satisfying {BangChan X Reader 18+}

→ Warnings: Alcohol

→ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content.

→ Genre: Late night date

→ Summary: Picking up Chan from the Airport around 10 pm. He isn't tired and insists on taking you out somewhere for a date. Grabbing some dinner from a combinie he takes you to a bar. Where you get.. Drunk and say some things that others need nothear. Chan takes what you said to heart and asks you about it. In a rather.. flirty.. way.

→ Word Count: 2 474

Disclaimer: All members are face and name claims for the story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. All works are purely for entertainment purposes.

Published: 09/01/2023

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[A/N: Lets just pretend that swarming an idol at the airport isn't a thing. Ok? Ok great. But really y'all. Give them sum space after there flights T.T]

“F/N! Hey!” Chan yelped, waving a hand toward me as our eyes met. I had spotted him before he realized I was here. Catching a small yawn from him. Though once our eyes met he was full of smiles. Chan engulfed me in a huge tight hug as he released a small sigh. Grabbing my shoulders he faced me dead on. Eyes filled with concern. “You weren't waiting long were you?”

“I was waiting for you to get home of course! But if you're asking about waiting here specifically. No, It was roughly twenty minutes?” I chuckled, teasing him a little. Chan had literally just gotten back from a tour. So I was here picking him up tonight from the airport. Seeing that sweet dimple smile again was worth it all.

“Ah good. This place can sometimes be a nightmare.” Chan sighed again. Seemingly like a worry had been taken from him. He hugged me again for a moment. While I took in his scent and warmth, after a long while away from him. Chan let go and grabbed his black suitcases matching his equally black attire. “Well then! Let’s get out of here!”

“Wait up!” I yelped behind Chan as he hustled off. Waving the members off with a hand, holding my wrist in the other. Reaching the outside of the main doors he stopped. As we both stared at the slowly darkening sky.

“Where did you park exactly?” Chan turned to me with a small chuckle. Still holding onto my wrist.

“Follow me you dork.” I teased, pulling him behind me in return. Leading us both through the cramped parking lot. Our car. Well. more like Chan’s car, but I drove it here to get him. Unlocking it and going to the back for his bags. Throwing in one suitcase. Then the next he set in ever so lightly. Taking my seat back in the driver's spot. I felt like spoiling him. Knowing he worked hard. Now was his time to relax. So I was planning to drive both ways. He hopped in the car moments after. Leaning back in the seat next to me with a sigh. “Let’s go on a date.”

“Wait wait. We haven't even gone home yet.” I assured him. Trying to shut the offer down. It’s not like I didn't want to go. But he must have been tired.“You must be tired from all that, no? It’s even getting late..”

“That’s true. Things would be closing soon huh. I’m not tired. Must be jet lag.” Chan shrugged, quickly shooting me a pleading grin.“If you're not too tired I have an idea.”

“Alright~ What’s the plan?” I sighed caving in. Just as my stomach growled.

“Well then! That’s our first stop. Food.” Chan chuckled a little.

“Where are we gonna be able to get food at this hour?”

“Combinie…?”

“Fair enough.” Then off we went. Chan stared off out the window or sang along a little with the quiet radio. It was kind of peaceful. The roads were silent and Chan's sweet singing voice from beside me. The street lights flashing by us as we drove. When we pulled up to the place it was nearly empty. We wandered inside going through the isles. Holding hands the whole time we shopped. It was so nice to have him back. Sure I was starting to get tired since it was late. But it was worth spending time with him. A little sleepiness wouldn't stop me. Chan ended up getting a lot more snacks than I had planned but we would use them anyway. We both decided to get different types of kimbap for dinner. Well.. not really dinner since it was going for eleven. Satisfied with our small shopping we went up to the cash. Putting everything from our basket on the counter. While I was paying Chan bolted out the door.

“Hey what are you-? sigh..” Before I could finish he was gone.

“That’ll be 55 000 Won please.”

“Right. Here, thank you.” Handing over the money I walked out with a sigh. Three bags nearly full in my hands. “Just what is he up to…”

Walking up to the car planning to reclaim the driver's seat, there he was.

“I’ll drive. Besides, This is my car~” Chan stated with a huge grin at me. He rolled the window down. Grabbing one of the bags from my hand. “Sorry I didnt help you carry em. I would have. But I knew you wouldn't let me drive any other way.”

“Fair enough. You sneaky little...” I hopped in the car on the other side. Chan already had my small plastic platter waiting for me in his hands. After getting buckled again he set it on my lap.

“There you go~ and here's mineee.” Chan stated after pulling the other tray from the bag. We both sat in the car with our chopsticks. Both trying the first bite of ‘dinner.’ Which was surprisingly good for convenience store food. “Mm~! So good. Wanna try some of mine?”

I nodded rapidly with my mouth still a little full.

“Alright alright! Haha! Here, open.” Chan giggled. He held out one of the rolls to me with his chopsticks. I finished my piece and ate what he had offered. In return I gave him one of mine. Eating in the car he finally told me more about his tour. Just how much him and the others were loving it. The stories of struggles and good memories. It didn't take us long to finish eating since we were both starving.

“So… How about a bar?”

“At this hour? Is anywhere even open?”

“I know a place. It’s not too too far from home either. And yes they're open until three for whatever reason.” He smiled over to me. Starting up the car. Which meant I wasn't going anywhere. To be honest, I wouldn't mind a drink. “You can rest on the way over if you’d like. Just let me know and i’ll be quiet.”

“Mm.. I may nap. Keep singing or talking.. Whatever. I missed your voice..” I stated in my now half asleep state. I guess the food was also making me a little sleepy. Shutting my eyes listening to Chan’s slight humming and the sound of the car. I managed to fall asleep.

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“Hey, we're here love.” Chan whispered, his warm hand on my shoulder. Sure enough there was a bar right in front of us. The car turned off and the yellow toned street lights lit up the inside of the car. The chill of the cool air greeting me. “If your still tired and don't feel up to it, I can take you home.”

“Mnnngggg! No no. Just give me a second to freshen up.” I stretched sitting up in my seat. Pulling down the mirror from the visor I fixed my messy hair. Then I kind of realized. I felt under dressed..

“You look fine. Let's head in.” Chan smiled over at me. Just as I was about to get out there he was. Opening my door for me. Getting out I eyed down the bar. It didn't seem too busy and there weren't many cars around. I read the sign out loud. “The black cat.. Huh.”

“Yeah, it’s usually pretty laid back. But I can't guarantee. Just tell me when you wanna go home ok?” Chan looked at me with those sweet eyes. For some reason the gesture got me kind of flustered. He grabbed my hand and we walked in. Like Chan had said. It was.. Decently laid back. Much to suit the name, most of the bar was all black and dark woods. The slight plant every here and there. Though it wasn't a very big bar. Surprisingly enough the main drink counter was nearly empty. All the people were at their own tables. Chan went straight up to the counter. We took a seat at the tall black leather stools. We were greeted by a man with decently long black hair and sharp eyes. As soon as our eyes met Chan spoke. “Hey!”

“Oh, hey. It’s awfully late, what are you two up to?” The man replied.

“Ah, y’know just got home from a tour.”

CHAN ARE YOU NUTS? YOU SHOULDN'T BE TELLING RANDO’S YOUR FAMOUS!

“Hm~ Fair enough.” The man smirked.

“Oh! Sorry F/N this is Yoongi. And Yoongi, this is my partner F/N.”

“Nice to finally meet you.”

“Y-yeah.” I replied, my wind in a whirlwind of thoughts. I waved awkwardly. So. Chan knew this guy and this guy knows.. Me? This guy also knows Chan's an idol. Wow ok I guess I was kept in the dark.

“Anyway, I'll get two of the regulars.” Chan ordered the man.Yoongi nodded and grabbed a few things from behind the counter. Pouring our drink right in front of us. I don't know what his regular was but I was hoping it wasn't anything crazy high in percentage. It did smell pretty good whatever it was. Chan turned to me after his gaze was removed from the drinks being poured. “Sorry I don't mean to order for you. Get what you like. You just have to try this, it's amazing. If you don't like it, I'll drink it no worries.”

Just then he slid the drinks over to us. The ice chiming off eachother. Chan took a huge gulp and let out a satisfied ‘ah’. I followed his lead and tried a sip. It was quite strong but somehow calming. Refreshing.

“So? How is it?”

“It's good!” I admitted. Taking another mouthful. I was certainly a lot more awake now. We started chatting away properly this time. With me actually alive and replying.

“I was like ahh! We’re on in five! We couldn't find Han ANYWHERE!”

“Where was he?!”

I loved all the stories he told. Of a world I wasn't familiar with being a star and all. It didn't take long for me to finish the first drink and swiftly another was in my hand. Guess I needed a drink more than I thought. More stories from my mouth and Chan’s.

“Look at all these! Haha! Seriously, STAY is so creative.”

He showed me some meme’s STAY were making about their newest stuff. Of course the strange wolf edits of Chan were mixed in there. Then yet another drink a blueberry wine. I could feel myself losing my train of thought. Losing count of how much I had drunk. Other than the cups in front of me.

“Youuuu left me there. It was like what TeN minutes? Wooowww thanksS.” I wove a finger in Chan’s face. What I was complaining about was the last time we had sex. Or something along those lines. “ANd then. YOUuuu didnt even askk permission for that OtHEr stuff.”

“Yeah haha..” Chan chuckled awkwardly. Clearly he wasn't expecting me to get drunk this late.

“ANDDDdd Y’know it was liKE KinD of anNoyingG.” I poked at his chest a little. I was starting to draw attention. Not that I noticed but it was certainly happening. Yoongi, the bartender, was totally listening and held a small smirk aimed at Chan.

“I think they may be just a little drunk.”

“Yeah. Ok love it’s time to go home. The bill please?” Chan said sliding the little left in my last drink away from me.

“HeYYYyyy. CoMe onnn. At leaSt the AchoLolll was SatIsfyinG you meANYY.” Was it really THAT bad the last time we had sex? No. But I was drunk and dramatic.

“Pft. ahem. Here’s your bill.” Yoongi composed himself.

“Thank you. Sorry about them. I think they were a little tired as well as drunk. I’ll see you again.” Chan waved as I poorly did the same. Though I'm sure he was used to the drunks. We left the nice place, Chan basically carrying me to the car. A chill running down my spine at the cool night air. God knows how late it was. Chan put me in my seat like a baby and buckled me up with a sigh. “You really need to sleep huh?”

“Hehe~” Was the only thing I replied with. Chan got in on the other side and drove us home.

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(The ride you don't remember because you once again fell asleep. Chan was a little worried about what you were saying. He kept taking glances at you every chance he could.)

“Come here.” Chan grunted picking me up like a kid.

“Ughhhh.. My head.”

“Oh hey. You're up.”

“Yeahhh. We're back home..?”

“Yup. Here’s the bed.” Chan stated placing me down with a huff. Though he didn't leave. He hovered over me. His eyes were full of an emotion I couldn't read. As I was gawking at his beautiful eyes he leaned in and kissed me. Pulling away right after. “Was.. that ok?”

“Y-yeah?” I replied confused. Chan leaned down to my ear and whispered.

“This ok..?~”

“Yes..?” This time with a hitch in my breath. He knows full well the power his voice has over me. Again Chan moved lower. Leaving a soft peck on my neck.

“How’s that? Enough?” He asked again. Sliding his hand down my waist. I could feel his warmth as he inched closer and closer. “Is this alright..?”

It really made me realize just how much I was missing him. I caved into my feelings and burst out.

“JUST FUCK ME ALREADY!” I shouted, wrapping my arms around Chan’s neck. Bringing his lips on mine again. I could tell he was a little surprised by my straightforward demand. I let loose around the back on Chan’s neck as we faced each other again. Breath heavy. That’s when I realized. “Why do you keep asking love? You know I trust you.”

“Oh- You told me while you were drunk. The last time we-”

“GASPPP, NO! I DID NOT!! WHAT?! AT THE BAR??” Again I shouted in shock.

“Yeah.. you did and uh.. The bartender was listening..” Chan cleared his throat. Now I know why he was acting like this. The look in his eyes.

“No no. Listen. We talked about that before. It was no big deal. Sure I was a little disappointed but that's ok.” I began to explain. But Chan’s head fell low and I couldn't see his reactions.

“Just tell me. You want me to fuck you? Hard or soft? Fast or slow? Tell me I will do whatever you ask of me.” Chan stated looking me dead in the eyes. Eyes filled with lust and a cocky smile to match. My face turned a bright red. I pulled him in closer again.

“F-fuck me. I can wait.~” I replied slyly. But we both ended up laughing for a moment at the stupid remarks. Continuing to enjoy each other after a long while away.

[A/N:] Jeez gurl you demanding~ IK it's been awhile for a SKZ Fic. I've had so many ideas for other one shots for different groups so its been a while. IK this isnt suuuper great. But oh well. Bang Chan~

#skz smut #skz fanfic #skz x reader #skz #skz bang chan #bangchan #bang chan #stray kids #bang chan x reader #bangchan fanfic

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notroosterbradshaw · 1 year

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Kisses #11 with Bob and maybe a pilot!reader?

PROMPT: 11. a kiss that says ''we're late for work, but let's be later''

thank you for this, nonny. Let's go!

A/N - I have another 10 or so kiss prompts. I'm going to close the requests. Thank you for your submissions, I'm enjoying writing them. Def overwhelmed but will continue with what I’ve already received xx

“You need to go that way, I need to go that way,” you mumbled against Bob’s lips, reaching for the collar of his flight suit to pull him closer. He huffed a quiet hum, your actions not mirroring your words in the slightest.

You were about two minutes away from hearing the riot act from Cyclone, Bob was about to hear the same from Phoenix for the 200 push-ups she had coming because he was surely going to be late and well, you know, partners. Your lips had been glued together for the better part of five -

“Uh huh,” Bob said, pulling his grip against you tighter, his big hands pressing into your hips and curving your spine to him.

It all started innocently enough. You grinned at each other as you crossed pathways in the hallway. You have just left a morning meeting and Bob had just gone through his morning seminar, heading to pre-flight. “Just,” he lifted his wrist from your side, spying his watch over your shoulder. “90 more seconds and we can make a break for it, okay?”

“On the clock, so sexy,” you muttered, rolling your eyes. He caught your lips again. Sweet Bob, how this was turning into a daily occurrence was baffling to you. You’d met him in his graduate year, and as deceptive as his shyness projected, Bob wasn’t overly timid around those that he knew. You’d got to talking one night over a few drinks at The Hard Deck and you couldn’t get enough of his stories of growing up on the farm but also needing to break the chain of his family’s expectations for what he truly wanted in life.

He thought that was to fly but his fate brought him to the backseat, a role he relished and knew he was damn good at too.

A few beers that night and he had you a quivering mess as he pressed his body against yours outside the bar. It never really eventuated further that. But this time was different. You had both found yourselves in the right places at the right time. Funny that.

His strong palm would wrap around your wrist, drag you into the closest classroom and kiss you ferociously until the very last second when you’d both escape before being caught. To this point... there were way too many near misses for your luck not to run out. And soon.

Your phone started to buzz and Bob only fought harder for your kiss, his slick tongue sweet against your own. You’d learned so much from him. Like... how not to underestimate the quiet ones.

“Bob, I gotta go. It’s Cyclone, I have another meeting - ”

He groaned against your lips. He knew he was in for it too. “Okay, okay,” he said, reluctantly and stepped away. He took his BCGs off (good lord, they weren’t meant to be attractive by any stretch... but Bob definitely found a way to make them work) and he rubbed the slightly foggy marks away against his flight suit before adjusting them back on his eyes properly, a goofy smile on his lips. Proud, pleased. Both.

Collecting yourself, you were scared the open the classroom door in case there was a gaggle of new students on the other side. You straightened your clothes and breathed evenly. “Have a good day, Lieutenant.”

“Yep,” was all he could reply as you ducked out and left him to his devices. Reading his wat, he knew: Natasha Trace was going to kill him. He was late.

“Think this is funny?” Phoenix asked as Bob scurried across the tarmac as she inspected their aircraft a few moments later. “You wanna go on this mission, we gotta be on our A-game.”

“Of course,” Bob said, his skin flushing.

She frowned at him, glad they weren’t spotted by any of their seniors. “I dunno who she is, Bob, but this is the second day in a row your mouth is covered in lipstick. I think yesterday’s suited you better though,” she smirked to herself, using her thumb to rid away the last of the evidence.

He nodded. “She’s everything,” he told his partner.

“She works here?”

He gave a single nod.

“Say no more - tell me everything tonight over a beer,” she instructed as Bob’s face brightened slightly.

“Well, ok.”

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Tales of Bloody Bug and Chat Noir - Chapter 27 - Reeling

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“We should have taken her to the hospital!” Chat Noir hissed.

Gallic Chick ignored Chat Noir as she tended to Alix.

“Well, she’s alive, right? Besides, with Gallic Chick’s Sublimation, we can get her right as rain in no time, right?” Porcelet pointed out.

“She almost died! She needs medical attention!” Chat Noir argued.

“Technically she did die, but I brought her back. You’re welcome,” Gallic Chick added.

Chat Noir groaned and plopped down on Chloe’s couch. He drummed his fingers against his arm and tapped his foot against the floor.

“Ugh! Porcelet! Take the cat to Carapace and see how the conversation is going with Nathaniel and that other boy.”

Porcelet nodded and ushered Chat Noir from the room. They headed down a few flights of stairs to a new floor up to a meeting room. They stepped inside to find Carapace, Nathaniel, and the other boy.

“Hi, Carapace. How are the talks going?” Porcelet asked.

“Huh? Oh, uh, I haven’t started?”

“What? Why?”

“Oh, uh, waiting for someone else to, y’know, swing by and do it. Y’know?”

Porcelet sighed. She sat Chat Noir down, then took her own seat. “Alright, let’s begin this. I’m going to start with you. Could you tell me what your name is?”

“Marc Anciel.”

“Marc, pleasure to meet you. I’m Porcelet. Tell me, what happened today that pushed you to accept a deal with Hawkmoth.”

“Well, I was writing a story based off the drawings Nathaniel had made that were posted to the school’s website. His work is just amazing, and I felt inspired. Marinette found me and urged me to meet her in the art classroom. I ran out after embarrassing myself but lost my journal. I was searching for it when Marinette returned it to me after she read it. She said she had a plan for getting Nathaniel to read it without him knowing it was me. I just… I didn’t think she would have erased my name from the front and tell Nathaniel whatever she did.”

“I see. Nathaniel, what did you do to Marc that really pushed him over the edge?” Porcelet asked.

“Well, I read the journal, which was titled Diary of Bloody Bug with no author name. I�� I assumed Marinette managed to get the actual diary of Bloody Bug. I read it and it felt like I was reading her life and adventures that I was overjoyed. I wanted to meet with her again. Then Marinette said I could meet with the author of the diary, and I thought it was my chance to see Bloody Bug again. Then I saw Marc and I just… I got angry. I… tore up his work in front of him.”

“Oh, wonderful. Another insult to add to the list. First, you destroy a man’s passion project before his very eyes. Second, you tried to kill Alix!” Chat Noir roared.

“I…! I wasn’t trying to do that. I just… wanted to get her back for humiliating me!” Nathaniel countered.

“By drowning her?”

“I… I don’t know what I was thinking when I was Evillustrator. Maybe Alix shouldn’t have thrown me into a fountain of freezing water in the freezing cold!”

“Now, hold on, everyone, please! This isn’t the time to be pointing fingers when everyone is at fault,” Porcelet said.

“What?” Nathaniel and Chat Noir yelled.

“I agree with Porcelet. Marinette messed up when it came to the whole journal thing. Nathaniel messed up when he ripped up Marc’s journal. And, of course, Alix messed up with her temper,” Carapace added.

“And Nathaniel needs to work on his too. Don’t put all the anger issues on Alix now,” Porcelet chided.

Carapace shrugged.

“Now, Marc, Nathaniel, let’s see if we can’t work something out. Nathaniel, you really liked Marc’s work, yes?” Porcelet asked.

“I did.”

“Good. And, Marc, you’d like to work with Nathaniel on his comic, right?”

Marc looked away. “I would, but I’m not sure if I want to.”

“Who would after all that?” Chat Noir remarked.

Nathaniel opened his mouth, but Porcelet put a hand up to silence him. She trotted over to Chat Noir, grabbed his face, and squished it.

“You. Are. Not. Helping! Please, keep your snide remarks to a zero while I work. The last thing we need is another Akuma right now.”

Chat Noir grumbled but kept his remarks to himself.

“Thank you. Now, Marc, why not give Nathaniel another chance? Things got a little… out of sorts, with Marinette’s involvement. Perhaps now, with the heroes, you two can try again. What do you say?”

“I don’t know,” Marc muttered.

“I don’t see why we should do this. I don’t need any help writing my comic,” Nathaniel remarked.

Marc flinched and looked away.

Porcelet put her hands over her heart, then smacked Nathaniel on the back of the head.

“Ow! What was that for?”

“Forgive me, but you are a vile, rude boy. Shame on you! Carapace, take Nathaniel home.”

“And what about Marc?” Carapace asked.

Porcelet bounced over to Marc and took his hand. “Come with me. We’re going to the restaurant floor, grab some ice cream, and just pig out. And we’ll talk about that horrible Nathaniel without him and the cat. Oh! What if we watch a nice rom com? Would you like that?”

Marc’s eyes widened. “I… I would, but I’m sure you have better things to do than-.”

“Oh, nonsense. Gallic Chick is busy, and the boys are going to leave. So, let’s just relax and gossip without them. What do you say?”

“If that’s ok,” Marc whispered.

Porcelet squealed and pulled Marc to his feet. “We’re off, boys, and Nathaniel. See you all later and stay out of trouble. And, Chat, go on back to-.”

Chat Noir bolted out of the room back up to Chloe’s room. He burst in to see Chloe sitting on the couch with Orikko, Tikki, and Ziggy. He glanced over to the bed to see Alix still asleep on it.

“What’s up, Cat?” Chloe asked.

“How is she?”

“Alive and resting. As she should be.”

“Can you wake her up?”

“I could, but I won’t.”

“Wake her up. I need to talk to her.”

“No.”

“Do it.”

“No! And you can’t make me, fleabag!”

Chat Noir snarled, then turned away. “Fine! But I’m staying here.”

Chloe rolled her eyes. “Yeah, sure you are. And under what authority do you have to make such a decision?”

“I’m your leader along with Bloody Bug. I’m just as capable of taking away your miraculous as Bug is.”

Chloe held the hand with Orikko’s miraculous away. “You wouldn’t really do that, would you?”

“I will if you keep me away from Bug. If you try to cast me out while Bug is still here, unconscious, I will.”

Chloe grimaced and forced a smile. “I’ll make sure to find a nice place on the couch for you. If you’ll just excuse me.”

Chloe ran out of the room with Orikko with her. Chat Noir sighed and took a seat.

“That wasn’t very nice, Chat Noir,” Tikki scolded.

“Would you not do the same in shoes?” Chat Noir countered.

“Not like that.”

“She’s lying,” Ziggy butted in.

“I am not!”

“Yeah, you are. I’ve seen you lose yourself to passion before, just as Chat Noir did.”

“That isn’t an excuse to let him do it.”

“No, but it makes you a liar and a hypocrite.”

Tikki deadpanned. “Whatever. Chat Noir, don’t do that again. You may be a leader, but a leader doesn’t abuse their power. You’ll do well to remember that, or you might be the one losing their miraculous.”

Chat Noir’s ears pinned back before they drooped. They perked up when Chloe entered the room again with a blanket in hand.

“Hey, Chloe? I’m sorry about that a moment ago. I just-.”

“No, I get it. I was out of place myself. I just… I hoped once she woke up, we could talk. She told me once she was well, we’d talk. I don’t think she’ll be well, but I thought maybe she might be ready to talk after dying. It’s selfish, but I don’t want to wait any longer. I need to talk to her now.”

“May I ask what about?”

Chloe sighed. “I obviously know who Bloody Bug is. I… I didn’t want to accept it at first. I couldn’t accept this amazing hero that had been nothing but kind to me was also the same person that hurt me.”

“What happened? How did she hurt you?”

“It was some time after her mother passed. Something like four or five years ago, I dunno. I try not to remember a lot of the details, but there are things I’ll never forget. I insulted her and her dead mother and… and… and she attacked me.”

“She attacked you?”

Chloe nodded as she hugged herself. “I had never been more afraid than that day. I begged and pleaded for her to stop, but there wasn’t anything human in her eyes. That day, I saw a monster born of anger and hatred. So, it was… hard to accept the truth. It still would be, if not for Sabrina.”

“Chloe, why did you insult Alix and her late mother anyway?”

“I… I don’t know. I don’t even remember why I did it in the first place. I wish I did. Not that it’d make much of a difference now.”

“It wouldn’t be related to your own mother leaving you, would it?”

Chloe’s eyes widened as she turned and glared at Chat Noir. “How do you know that? No one outside my Adrikins and Sabrina know about that!”

“Well… I… crap. Plagg, claws in.”

Chloe’s jaw dropped when she saw Chat Noir was Adrien. She gasped and pointed a finger at him.

“Uh, surprise?” Adrien asked.

“Oh. My. God. How? I didn’t-! How!”

“Uh, kwamis and miraculous, and all that?”

“Oh, no! Adrikins, I’ve been so mean to you! I’m so sorry, Adrikins!”

“Chlo, it’s ok. Mostly. You did try to steal Bloody Bug from me.”

Chloe chuckled nervously. “It’s all water under the bridge now, right? You won’t hate me, right?”

“I never hated you, Chlo. I was annoyed, but I never hated you. You’re my sister, just like Alix.”

Chloe’s shoulders drooped. “Sister? You mean… you’d never see me as more?”

“No, Chlo. I’m sorry. I… I don’t really want to think of anyone like that right now. Not after Volpina and Heart’s Design.”

“I knew it! They did do something to you. What did they do? Tell me immediately.”

“I… I don’t think I’m ready, Chlo.”

“You want to end up short fuse over there?”

Adrien winced, then sighed. “No, but you can’t tell anyone. Not even Marinette or Lila. Promise me, please.”

“I promise.”

“Thank you. See, they… they… assaulted me.”

Chloe gasped. She fumbled over the couch, grabbed her teddy bear, and held it up for Adrien. “Where did they touch you?”

Adrien gulped as he pointed around to the chest, face, neck, arms, waist, and hips. He looked away, then up to see Chloe in tears. She tossed aside the bear and hugged him.

“Oh, Adrikins, I’m so sorry those awful girls hurt you. I promise, I’ll make their lives extremely miserable for hurting you.”

“Chloe, it’s-.”

“It’s not fine! First, Alix dies. Literally dies that I had to resurrect her. Second, I learn that my Adrikins was assaulted by those girls. How can any of that be fine? It’s not. It’s ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous!”

“Chlo, I know it’s not fine, but I don’t want to think about it. It’s just easier to try and forget it.”

“Then let’s have the best night ever!”

Adrien tilted his head as Chloe called for room service and made arrangements for the pair of them and Sabrina. She hung up and headed for the door.

“I’ll be back, Adrikins. And when I am, we’ll have the best night you ever had!”

Adrien smiled as Chloe left, then frowned. He glanced over at Alix on Chloe’s bed. He stood and cautiously approached. He hesitated before he crawled onto the bed and curled up beside her. He glanced up at her still face as fear gripped his heart again. The memory of her life passing fresh on his mind. Tears fell from his eyes as he took her hand and pressed his forehead against her shoulder.

“Please don’t do that again, Bug. I don’t want to lose you. I need you. Please don’t leave me alone. I don’t want to be alone again.”

“I’m sorry I scared you, Cat.”

Adrien gasped. He looked at Alix’s face, but she hadn’t changed. “Bug?”

Alix shifted and pressed her free hand against her forehead. “I fucked up big time, didn’t I?”

“You aren’t going to leave me, are you?”

“No. I… I don’t want you to experience the same thing I am.”

“Bug?”

Alix shook her head and let her arm fall. “Not now. My head hurts.”

“Later?”

“Later.”

“Promise?”

“I promise. Now, hush.”

Adrien cracked a small smile as he cuddled up to Alix.

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finally getting chapter three up, Emmet 'Tells' Elesa about things he discovered in Sinnoh He talks Trains with his nephews and Chandelure 'meets' the boys.

Chapter three

Eleas paced back and forth in her kitchen as she dialed Emmet’s number once more.

Glancing at the clock, she muttered another curse. If she was correct, then it was almost midnight in Sinnoh, and Emmet was supposed to call her when he got out of the hospital. Yet, there had been no word from him.

It took everything in her power to keep her head. Telling herself that everything was fine. That this was, in fact, a good sign because it meant that the visit was long, meaning that this was truly Ingo and that Emnet had lost track of time.

And if this was the case she couldn't blame him. If she was in his place the hospital would need a crowbar to pry her off of him, and Emmet deserved to have all the time he could after being separated from his twin for so long.

But at the same time something itched at the back of her skull.

What if Emmet went missing too? Snatched up just like his brother.

What if this whole thing had been a ploy to lure the last subway boss out, so that whoever had taken Ingo could take Emmet as well?

The thought made her sound paranoid, and it honestly sounded a little silly.

but she had already lost Ingo.

She couldn't bear the thought of losing Emmet as well.

"Come on, come on, answer your phone already." She muttered as she listened to the ringing from the other end. "What's the point of having your phone on if you're not going to answer it?"

Then finally a click and a groggy voice came from the other end.

"Hello? I am Emmet,"

Relief washed over her and the model breathed a sigh of relief. Yet at the same time…

"Emmet! Where have you been?! I've been trying to get a hold of you for hours! Do you have any idea how worried I've been?" She could help but be annoyed at him for leaving her hanging.

"Elesa, yes, right, I was supposed to call you, sorry." She heard him mutter, he sounded tired so he must have been sleeping. She almost felt bad since she knew he hadn't been sleeping well, but…

"So?" She pressed, wanting to hear what Emmet had discovered

Only to receive a confused and tired "huh?" In return.

"So, is it really Ingo?" She continued, not meaning for her annoyance to slip through, but she wanted to know…needed to know.

Skyla already had their flight plan all set for tomorrow and what happened afterwards would depend on what Emmet’s answer was.

If it really was Ingo, then Eleas would be driving over to the twin's place and pack her brother a bag of fresh clothes, and then she, Skyla and Emmet would be staying in Sinnoh until the hospital said Ingo could go home.

If it wasn't… Well, she would be cleaning up her spare-room, then they would pick up Emmet at the airport and head back to Unova to morning the last hope they had for their brother to return home.

She listened closely as she heard Emmet take a shaky breath, her heart already beginning to drop as she felt like it was a bad sign.

"Yes! It is verrrry much Ingo!"

Eleas nearly dropped the phone from how much she was shaking, tears quickly framing in her eyes.

Ingo… after so long…

"Are-are you sure?" Just as the words left her mouth she quickly shook her head. "What am I saying? Of course you are!" Emmet would know his brother anywhere, so if he said this was Ingo then it was Ingo. He wouldn't joke about this, never this.

"H-how is he? Is he okay? Does he know what happened? Why is he in Sinnoh?!" Questions came pouring out of her mouth as she tried to wipe the tears out of her eyes, yet the smile would not leave her face.

"He seemed fine to me, though he was verrrry scruffy looking. But he had a bunch of machines connected to him, so I’m unsure. And I didn't ask about what happened, it slipped my mind."

"O-oh, okay" of course, Eleas didn't really expect Emmet to grill his twin answers after being apart for so long.

"Look, Emmet, I'm running over to your place in a bit to pack a bag for Ingo." Arceus, just saying that, made her start tearing up again. "Is there anything I should grab while I'm there? Do you need anything while I'm there?"

"I am Emmet, and I don't think I need anything. But I think Ingo would like some comfy clothes. Like a T-shirt and sweatpants. Simple stuff. Maybe a sweater, it is cold here, verrrry cold…hm" She heard him suddenly trail off, humming to himself in thought before continuing. "Actually, Eleas, could you do me a favor?"

"Ah, sure…what is it?" She replied, Slightly taken aback by this sudden request.

"Could you contact Drayden for me? I would like to know if he had anything from when me and Ingo were little…verrrry little. like clothes and such "

"Um… okay," an odd request. "Can I ask why?"

"Maybe get him to call-no, me text me later."

"Emmet, sweetie, why would you need clothes from when you two were kids?" She tried again, feeling like she was missing something important.

Silence.

"Emmet…you still there?" She started to wonder if his phone had just died on him, that was until he started speaking again.

"Um…how should I put this…ah… you'reanauntnow bye!" Then the line went dead.

The dial tone beeped quietly in the dark, as Eleas stared down at her phone, the glowing screen telling her the call had ended. her mind working at a Sliggoo's pace to try and make sense of Emmet’s rapid fire speech.

The sound of soft footsteps echoed quietly in the dark as Skyla slowly padded down the hall, yawning as she looked into the Kitchen. "Hey, Eleas, did you get a hold of Emmet yet?"

Slowly, she turned her head, eyes wide as she looked over at her tired Girlfriend. Her mind still struggling to grasp the realization of what Emmet had just told her.

"Eleas?" Skyla asked, worry written across her face as she took a careful step towards her. "Are you okay? What happened? Was it not Ingo? It's okay, I'm sure he's out there somewhere. Look let's get you some hot coffee and then we'll go get Emmet-"

She couldn't keep it in any more.

Throwing her arms around her girlfriend she screamed, not caring if she woke the neighbors up.

"WHAT DOES HE MEAN I'M AN AUNT NOW?!"

"WHAT?!"

—

Emmet was starting to wonder if Arceus itself was trying to keep his visits with his brother short.

Thanks to Eleas's call last night, he had overslept, making him verrrrry late.

He still might have made it on time if there had not been a line at the café he stopped at to get a cup of coffee and a bagel, probably not the best idea when you're in a rush but the last thing Emmet wanted was a repeat of yesterday.

So by the time he made it to Snowpoint hospital, up to his brother’s room, they had only had time for a fifteen minute visit before Ingo was whisked off by the doctors.

At least this time he hadn't been asked to leave, and this time he wasn't alone.

Ingo had not been too thrilled about leaving his kids behind, wanting to take them with him to whatever test that was being done. But the doctors and nurses managed to convince him that the boys would be better off left in the care of their uncle, rather than watching their father get an MRI.

With a reluctant sigh, Ingo told his boys to ‘be good’ and promised his brother that he would be ‘right back’, before finally following the doctor's out…

Leaving Emmet to stand awkwardly in the room with his two Nephews, whom he had only met yesterday.

And oh was the awkwardness palpable.

Emmet stood, rocking slightly back and forth on his heels, as he tried to figure out some way the silence between himself and the little passengers. He knew nothing about these kids other than they were his brother’s and they were verrrry young. So finding a subject that he could use to break the ice without his brother around was proving to be more of a challenge then he would have liked.

“Are you a Warden like daddy, Uncle Emmet?” The two year-old’s…no… Caleb's voice cut through Emmet’s thoughts. The young boy looked up at his uncle, holding his brother in his arms.

“Warden?” Emmet tilted his head, unsure what the young boy was talking about. “I am not sure what a Warden is.”

“Um…” The boy hummed, his little face scrunching up in thought. “a Warden takes care of a special pokemon”

“I see…” was this what his brother had been up to all these years? “No, I am not a Warden. I am a Subway boss, one of two.”

“Subway Boss?”

“Yep, we conduct the Subways of Unova, and battle any trainers with a win strike of twenty or higher.” Emmet explained upon seeing the confusion on the boy's face. It was fine, most people from other regions were confused with the idea of involving the battle Subway. something about battling on a moving train seemed to baffle people for whatever reason.

And since his poor brother currently didn't have the best memory at the moment, it was no wonder his children didn't know what a Subway boss was. But that was fine, Emmet was happy to explain.

“What's a Subway?”

Now that caught Emmet off, if only just a bit.

Had Ingo forgotten Subways as well?

But this was fine. Most regions didn't have Subways. After all, it was rather easy to explain. “A Subway is a train that travels underground to its destination.”

“What’s a Train?”

Now that Question had been like a Sucker Punch right to the gut.

“your-you're father never told you about trains?” Emmet questioned, looking down at his Nephews as Caleb shook his head.

Ingo never told his sons about trains. The notion almost seemed ridiculous. Blasphemous almost.

So did that mean…

Ingo had forgotten Trains as well?

Just how bad was his brother’s amnesia?

“Well then…” Emmet started, straightening his hat and standing up just a little straighter. “We'll just have to fix that, won't we. Come.”

Quickly, he ushered the boys towards the bed. Excitement pumping through his veins at the thought sharing all he knew about his favorite mode of transportation. He even scooped Fjord out of his brother’s arms and rested him on his lap, without even realizing it.

As he waited for Calab to crawl up beside him, Emmet dug out his phone, opening his personal gallery and pulling up some of his favorites.

“This, my dear Nephews, is a train.” Emmet turned his phone sideways, so that the kids could have a better view of the image of the old Galarain steam-train.

“Whoa!”

“A train is a series of connected vehicles that run along a railway track-”

—

“And this one is the magnet train, in Johto that runs between Goldenrod City and Saffron city in Kanto.” Emmet explained flipping to the image of the Johtoan train he had taken several years ago. “it can travel over 340 miles per hour”

“Wow, really? How can it go that fast?”

“It uses a magnetic force to levitate along the rails, allowing it to move without any rolling resistance.” Emmet happily answered, flipping to a Poketube video that showed the train in motion, and turning the phone just enough so Caleb could get a better look. “It's like how a Magnezone levitates.”

He wasn't sure how long they had been at this, but at this rate he could hardly care. Emmet was having a blast. It had been so long since he'd been able to just info dump about trains to someone, to have them genuinely be interested and actually engage in the conversation.

Sure, Caleb's questions were fairly basic, and Emmet was pretty sure a lot of the finer details flew right over his head. Yet he still seemed to hang onto Emmet’s every word with wide eyes and a want to know more.

Even the boy's brother Fjord, as young as he was, seemed to show interest. While the baby had not been as vocal as his brother, (Emmet wasn't sure he could even string together words yet,) Fjord had a very tiny death grip on the arm. Like he was trying to keep Emmet from moving his arm too much as he stared at the screen, mesmerized by the pictures and videos in front of him.

If this was what being an uncle was like, then maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

“Now this is an old Steam train.” Emmet flipped to a new photo, which he had taken the last time he had been in Anville town. “It is currently decommissioned, but they have it on display at the railyard.”

“Wow! It's so big! Is it like the other one you showed us? The one in Galar?” Caleb asked, leaning forward on his Uncle’s lap, trying to get a closer look.

“Close, the one in Galar is a newer locomotive, and mostly transport people. This one was used for freight when it was in use.” Emmet explained carefully and as simply as he could. “This picture does not really do it justice, but we can go see the real thing, once we are settled back in Unova.”

Then a thought occurred.

Emmet looked over at Caleb, watching as the boy stared wide eyed at the screen. It still seemed strange to think that he'd never seen a train before. Even if there wasn't a railway system in their region, surely they would have at least seen one in tv.

“Are there really no trains where you are from?” Emmet asked, titling his head slightly as he watched Caleb closely.

The boy shook his head looking away from the screen. “Nope, Hisui doesn't have anything like that” Caleb hummed “except maybe the angry steelix that lives down the mountain.”

Ah! Perfect!

Now he had a name for the region his brother had been taken to.

Hisui!

He’d honestly never heard of the region before. But that was what the internet was for.

“As much as I hate to say this, but we must switch tracks away from trains for a little bit.” Emmet announced, returning to the home screen on his phone. “I need to look something up.”

The second he looked back at his Nephews, he was met with sadden faces and Lilpup eyes that pulled on his heartstrings.

“awe, can't we look at just one more?” Caleb asked, looking up at him with big sad eyes. Even the boy's brother, whom Caleb had pulled into his own lap, looked up sadly at him once he realized the images on the phone weren't coming back. “Please, Uncle Emmet”

This was honestly not fair, he was being hit by a tag team using super effective moves, with no back up of his own.

How did Ingo mange this on his own.

Just one more train couldn't hurt…

A short one.

Emmet shook his head, no, he needed answers now, he was so Close to understanding what happened to his brother that he could taste it.

What he needed was a distraction of his own.

“We can look at trains later, but for now, would you like to meet some Pokémon?” The moment the words left his mouth, the assault stopped and the two boys looked at him with curiosity.

“You have pokemon, like dad?” Caleb almost sounded shocked by the concept.

Just what kind of place was Hisui?

“Of course, in fact, I have two on my person right now, though I normally have six.” Emmet answered, standing up and slowly reaching for his belt, taking the two pokeballs resting there, one of which shook ever so slightly.

Technically, this was verrrry much against the rules, but so long as they weren't caught, it should be fine. Besides he couldn't back down now, not when his Nephews were staring at him so expectantly “I have known both of these pokemon for a verrrry long time, one of them is even my partner.”

Emmet held out the two pokeballs, having every intention of releasing Eelektross first as he wanted to keep control of the situation even if he would be otherwise distracted. But the shaking of the other ball started to intensify until it burst open in his hand, and Chandelure appeared before him, twirling in the air as she shook off the glow of the pokeball.

She must have sensed her trainer nearby and broke out of her Pokeball, Emmet reasoned, she had been very anxious to see Ingo again after so long.

“Chandelure!” Emmet called out, trying to catch the ghost's attention as she looked down at the two children below.

Just staring at them like she had never seen children before.

Odd…

“Chandelure” He tried again. “These are my Nephews, Caleb and Fjord-”

Before Emmet could even get another word out, Chandelure let out an excited chime and suddenly charged towards the boys, bowling into them and knocking them both back onto the mattress.

“No,no,no,no” panic shot through the subway boss’s veins as he quickly reached out to try and pull the ghost type away from the boys. That would be just luck, Ingo's partner pokemon mauling his kids while under his watch.

Chandelure resisted the first couple of pulls, but finally she gave way, turning to look back at Emmet with an indignant stare. The boys on the other hand were…totally fine. their hair was a little messy from being squished against the bed, but otherwise they were completely fine. Fjord was even reaching up towards the Pokémon, as if trying get Chandelure to come back to him.

But still, that was a shock to the system that Emmet just did not need.

He'd never seen Chandelure act like that. She had always been good with passengers but never aggressively so.

Perhaps it was the excitement of wanting to see Ingo again, and she could sense him on the two. Or, she somehow knew that these were his kids. Either way, safety checks must be maintained.

“Please be a little gentler, Chandelure,” Emmet warned, letting go of her arm. “Ingo would be quite displeased if something happened to his children while he was out.”

There were a few chimes in reply, that Emmet was positive was some form of sass, but she remained in place, so she was at least being compliant.

With any luck, she would be able to handle the two herself.

“I am Emmet, and I need to look something up, right quick. Can you keep these two entertained for the time being?”

Chandelure bobbed in the air once, before once more charging towards the two again.

Emmet stood for a moment, making sure he was hearing giggles, and not screams, before taking a seat and taking his phone back out.

“Now, time to see what I can find about this…Hisui.”

#submas #pokemon au #subway boss ingo #subway bosses #subway boss emmet #From Hisui to Unova #Ingo's Kids #Caleb (Oc)#Fjord (Oc)#Pokemon fan fic #OCs #Zisu gets to see her boys again after so long

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thebendybantershow · 18 days

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Cuphead patiently waited backstage for his cue like Bendy had told him. The scrawny boy was covered in bandages all over his "head" after tripping earlier today.

Earlier today,

when Cuphead was still in the Inkwell Isles with his brother, and he was just causing mischief with him.

Cuphead really wanted to go back. But at least he was allowed to go home after this. It was just an interview. What could go wrong?

He had to admit, it was kinda scary how the ink demon had grabbed for him. He didn't even have the time to register what was going on.

Cuphead tried to catch a glimpse at the stage. Why was it on a stage anyway? It's not like there was an audience. The interview was being filmed by some ink man and broadcasted to... Somewhere. Honestly, Cuphead had no idea what the interview waw for. It could literally just be for like a fun project. Or to mess with Cuphead.

CUP 💭: 'Banana oil.. What did I get myself into?'

BEN: "Welcome, everybody! To the very first episode of The Bendy Banter Show. Where I, Bendy, interview the number ones from all the universes out there!"

Any moment now, Bendy would say Cuphead's cue. And he'd have to run on stage, all excited.

BEN: "Say hello to our first guest; Cuphead!"

Cuphead ran on stage, waving his hands at the cameras excitedly.

CUP: "HELLO!!! I'M CUPHEAD!"

Bendy frowned.

BEN: "They, uh. Know that, Cup."

Bendy his throat.

BEN: "Continuing... Take a seat."

Cuphead sat down on the couch placed on stage. He took some time to take in the scenery now that he had the chance.

The couch Cuphead was sitting on was probably old, guessing from the torns and ugly, covered with ink stains. A dark brown wooden coffee table stood in front of the couch, two unopened cans of bacon soup sat on the table.

CUP: "Lovely, uh... Scenery.. You've got going, sir."

Bendy raised an eyebrow.

BENDY: "Thanks...? Now. Cuphead, why don't you tell us a little something about yourself?"

Cuphead took an insanely deep breath before reciting what he usually said in these kinds of situations.

CUP: "I'm Cuphead and I love hotdogs, and carnivals, and adventures, and rollercoasters, and hotdogs, and rollercoasters, and hotdogs, and hotdogs, and hotdogs, and carnivals, and adventures and-"

Bendy cut him off there.

BEN: "How... Charming."

Bendy's smile was rather crooked, and his left eye seemed to be twitching. Shucks.

BEN: "So, Cuphead, how are you?"

CUP: "Oh, I'm alright!"

BEN: "Lovely to hear. Now, let's start! The people wanna know.. Who was the hardest person to fight?"

Cuphead thought for a second.

And that second turned into a minute.

And that minute turned into five minutes.. And..-

BEN: "Well?"

Bendy was clearly getting impatient.

CUP: "Probably Baroness Von Bon Bon. It hurt me mentally to have to fight perfectly edible candy!"

Bendy muttered something under his breath.

CUP: "Huh?"

BEN: "Nothing."

Suddenly, Bendy grabbed for his earpiece. Cuphead hadn't noticed that before.

BEN: "I've gotta go. SAMMY! Get Cuphead to the facility."

CUP: "What's that-?"

BEN: "We'll have to finish the interview tomorrow."

CUP: "That's not an answer to my question.. Wait. But you promised I'd go home-! This isn't fair! I wanna go ho-"

A man wearing a Bendy mask put his hand over Cuphead's mouth from behind and dragged him of the stage, out of the building, into a huge hallway.

Cuphead tried to scream out of fear.

SAM: "SHUT UP. FOR THE LOVE OF INK... SHUT. UP."

The man snapped. He kept on dragging Cuphead, through the hallway till they stopped at a big door.

SAM: "Go in. Don't come out. We'll answer your questions later.. Now."

Cuohead nodded, tears in his eyes, and opened the door, to see a huge flight of stairs downwards. He waddled down the stairs to be met with another hallway, every side filled with doors, all with nametags next to the doors. The boy tried to read some, and recognised his name on one of the plates.

CUP: "Is this.. A room for me?"

He walked in.

The door locked behind him.

#au #cuphead #batim #batim bendy #batim au #cuphead au #multifandom au #art

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one-gold-sunflower · 3 months

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Desert here, huh.

So much has changed since last time, but I don't plan on deleting either insta or here. I still like my old art and given it's not linked to any trauma, I'm fine it being a semi archive for now.

Might draw Eddsworld at times. Might not. I will never move on from this interest of mine, but it became more dormant as more recent hyperfixations took its place (looking at you, Trigun). I still enjoy my own headcanons and stories, I just will not interact with the fandom or the official accounts whatsoever due to it still triggering my flight or fight reaction (I saw the official account surf on the HH trend the other week... never blocked so fast).

This blog started as a way for me to draw something I had severed connection with due to my past, without putting attention to my main. Now it's more like a small side project.

I'm pretty sure I have unposted art still in my drawers in my room that I'll send here if I find it. But yeah, doubt I'll really post as regularly as I used to. I found my peace, and I hope you did too. Maybe I'll do an anniversary piece, who knows!

#writing post #came back because of the ai changes and get this blog opted out #felt nostalgic at the end and wrote this

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toujokaname · 9 months

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Seisoukan☆Test of Courage Night / Episode 1

Author: Yuumasu

Characters: Tomoya, Tsumugi, Sora, Wataru, Mayoi, Shinobu

"Going to a summer festival with Chief...?!"

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Season: Summer Location: Dead End Café

End of September, at the "Dead End Café" after closing.

Tomoya: Cheers~♪ Good job, everybody.

Since the opening event wasn't too long ago, I was a bit worried about the success of this event too.

I'm glad this event went as well as the last one. Thanks to the new members, Aoba-senpai and Harukawa ♪

Tsumugi: Fufu. I'm thankful for Anzu-chan's leadership and fortunate timing~

The concept of this café is that a girl wanders into the "world of the dead" and is served by dead waiters—

I was asked to serve as a "Magician of the Dead". Luckily, Sora-kun and I had some free time in our schedules.

It's a pity that only Natsume-kun couldn't join us because of his work.

I'm sure he wanted to be here. This morning, he said to me, "It's not Fair that you get to work with Wataru-niisan."

Sora: HaHa~♪ Didn't Shishou sneak into the café?

Tsumugi: Eh, really?!

Wataru: Yes, he made a brief appearance but had to leave because he was on the move.

Sora: When he saw Sora and Daishishou entertaining the guests, he praised them, saying, "You're doing a great Job" ♪

Tsumugi: Is that so? Jeez, I wish he would talk to me too.

Tomoya: I was nearby and suggested, "why don't we call Aoba-senpai over?"

But, since you seemed busy, I was rejected.

Tsumugi: Was that Natsume-kun trying to be considerate? Anyway, I'll call him later.

Mayoi: Chief, Anzu-san, I apologize for keeping you waiting so long...

Shinobu: Mayoi-dono, there is no need to worry, de gozaru.

I was curious to see what dish you'd create while having a pleasant chat with Anzu-dono!

Mayoi: To be the subject of conversation... I'm afraid I might disappoint expectations.

Shinobu: Ohh, it's your special omurice, de gozaru!

Anzu-dono's prediction came true, huh~ Well done ♪

Mayoi: I-Is that so... It's the same as last time, I apologize for my lack of artistic flair.

I did consider trying a different dish, but the sight of you enjoying it so deliciously remained vividly in my heart...

...Huh? You wanted to eat it again? "That's why I'm happy you made omurice", um...

I'm honored to hear you say that. Yes, please enjoy your meal...♪

Shinobu: I had no idea that Anzu-dono, who has a small appetite, could eat so vigorously. You must have really wanted to eat Mayoi-dono's omurice~♪

...Hmm? Is there another reason you're eating in such a hurry, de gozaru?

Mayoi: Eh, do you have to work after this?

I'm sorry for making you wait so long, I didn't know that...!

Wataru: Not to worry, Anzu-san will be whisked away in my personal hot air balloon. We shall take a magnificent flight to the site...☆

Tomoya: Does that mean you also have work after this, Hibiki-senpai?

And yet you took on the "Dead End Café" project. That's amazing.

Wataru: Fufufu. My disposition is such that the busier I am, the merrier I am.

Anzu-san seems to have finished her meal, so we will leave you first.

Until we meet again, farewell...☆

Tsumugi: Yes, thanks for your hard work ♪ Good luck with your next job, Anzu-chan!

Tsumugi: ...Oh, no.

Tomoya: What's wrong, Aoba-senpai?

Tsumugi: I asked Ritsu-kun to come up with a recipe for the Dead End Pie, and there's a bit leftover that I wanted to give to Anzu-chan.

Looks like they've already left... We have no choice but to eat them ourselves.

Tomoya: I see. I'll go get a knife and plates for everyone!

Tsumugi: Thank you very much. Hehe, Mashiro-kun is such a nice and thoughtful boy.

Shinobu: Speaking of thoughtfulness, Mayoi-dono really shone today, de gozaru.

Although your main role was behind the scenes, you occasionally came forward and engaged with the customers, right?

Mayoi: D-Did you see it?

That was, well, um, it seemed like there weren't enough servers, so... Uuu, how shameful.

Shinobu: It is nothing to be ashamed of. I, for one, am impressed by your growth, de gozaru.

Despite your fright, you seemed to enjoy interacting with them.

Mayoi: I was so focused on work that I didn't have time to spare, and I was only smiling half-heartedly...

But now that it's over, I feel like it was enjoyable, even the customer service...♪

Shinobu: Mhm. I thought it might be tough for someone shy, so I didn't bring it up, but... If I had known, I would have invited you to the summer events, de gozaru~

Mayoi: Summer events?

Shinobu: Yes! Like a summer festival, or a test of courage...

Mayoi: Going to a summer festival with Chief...?!

(Uuu, but, I'm not good with crowds...)

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#yuumasu #scout story #illusory noctilucence #tomoya #tsumugi #sora #wataru #mayoi #shinobu

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i-luv-carl-grimes · 1 year

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☾꙳all the things I hate about you☀︎꙳ pt.4

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Chandler Riggs x Fem!reader

Warning: swearing

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Sorry I did post yesterday I was really busy with an art project

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"Call me as soon as you can, and don't go out at night a-" "f/n I'll be fine" I said cutting her off as tears dressed her cheek. "Okay, I love you y/n" she said before bringing me into another bone crushing hug. "I love you too" I said trying my best to hold back the dam of tears building up. "Flight A-2 is ready to be boarded passengers please head to gate 3" a loud speaker announced, me and F/n broke our hug a tear then slipped its way out of my eye and on to my cheek. "Travel safe" she said holding my hands and I nodded unable to say anything or the dam in my eyes would break.

We said our last goodbyes and turned around going separate ways one step forward and my dam broke tears streaming down my face covering my cheeks, we boarded the plan I sat down and took a deep breath, that was cut short from my phone vibrating. To my surprise it was Chandler

@/chandlerriggs

Not gonna answer huh?

Oh shit, he noticed

@/u/n

I'm so sorry I must have forgotten

@/chandlerriggs

But did you really?

He asked and once again I was left sitting there confused on how or what I was gonna respond with. Was he trying to be confusing?

@chandlerriggs

Leave me on delivered again?

@u/n

I really don't mean to I just boarded my plan so I'm getting settled In

I lied

@/chandlerriggs

Okay?

Huh?

Was I annoying him? Did he not believe me? Did I really just make the coolest person even dislike me? What if we dont get along and they kick me off, what if he hates me, I should leave him alone I doubt he wants to talk to me anyway.

Chandler's pov

I read over her personality chart over and over again. 'She was very shy but a great actor, very soft spoken but not when in character as well as she stayed seemingly very calm throughout the auditions even when the others were arguing and insulting her'

I didn't like shy people, well I don't like A shy person. She used to be on the show that was until her character died but, she was shy and quite but the more I talked to her the more I realized she was awful, she was self obsessed and thought she was better then everyone else as well as say rude things and insult people on set mainly me. "Why didn't anyone show me this sooner" I said frustrated. "Chandler she's a completely different person who knows maybe shes nice" Norman said then got up and walked away. "If she was she wouldn't leave me on delivered" I mumbled back opening our Instagram dms to see that once again I had been left unanswered. I swiped to look at her profile and seen she only had one photo of her face posted it was a photo of her looking up at stars the moon light fitting her face beautifully. I then looked at the captain. 'Hacked by @/f/u/n (friends username) Nerd, but God she's so pretty' I'm guessing that was the friend who took the photo. I wasn't going to lie y/n was really pretty, thats why I picked her (not knowing she was shy ofc) I didn't want Carl dating someone who wasn't a bit attractive, but that doesn't change the fact that I can already see her being a snob

I dislike her at least that's what I will tell myself that way I wont get hurt, not like the last time.

I found myself scrolling through her posts they were mainly of book and braking with an occasional photo of stay cats, she seemed very boring...i once again told myself the more I did the more I would believe it.

#carl grimes #carl the walking dead #the walking dead #twd carl #carl x reader #twd x reader #chandler riggs #chandler riggs x reader #fanfic #fanfiction

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seacee16 · 7 months

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when petals fall | bangchan

bang chan x original female character

warnings: none

prev chapter // next chapter

!! FULL STORY ON AO3 !!

ch. 20 ~ when old meets new

Weeks had passed since that night, and Sakura hadn’t seen the star since then. She had made it a mission to keep herself busy every minute of the day, and most nights were spent in her bedroom. The space had become littered with traces of her various hobbies: paints and wool and clay and pastels. Keeping him off her mind was tiring, and near impossible. Which is why she had been relieved to get a message from one of her friends from home, saying that they would be visiting Seoul for a few days. So, that is where she was. Standing at the arrival gates of Incheon International Airport waiting for a group of familiar faces to arrive.

Sakura heard them before she saw them. She always did. Way before the doors for arrivals slid open. And when it did, she was met with three familiar tall bodies walking through. They noticed her immediately, altering their course to be directed towards her. With laughter already bubbling from her chest, she wasted no time in sprinting towards them, jumping into the first open set of arms.

Masaru.

She could feel the muscles of his strong swimmer’s shoulders underneath her palms as she hugged him, legs dangling in the air as he lifted her up with ease. Giggling himself, he spun her around twice, before setting her back down onto her own unsteady feet.

The friendly giant squished her face between his big open hands and placed a sloppy kiss onto her forehead, watching with a smile as she grimaced helplessly.

“Gross.”

“Suck it up, kobito.” She punched him in the stomach, knowing well that it was nothing but a light tap to him. When she had first become friends with the group of boys, they had teased her for being a head shorter than all of them, even more for some. Sakura Itõ. Kobito. Kob-Itõ. As a trio of immature males, they loved that her surname fit perfectly into the nickname. Their kobito. Their little person. They were all annoying in their own way, but at the end of the day, there were worst people she could have befriended.

Masaru reached out to ruffle her hair the way he always did, but never reached her. Instead, he was shoved to the side by two others. Sakura burst out laughing, silently thankful that the boy was able to catch himself before he could kiss the floor, but there was a noticeable blush to his cheeks when he righted himself.

Two pairs of arms wrapped around her on either side, a loud voice calling her name somewhere a head above her. A second voice, also somewhere above her, told the first to shut up.

Shin. Akio.

“How were you two not thrown out of the plane for noise pollution?” Sakura prodded, squirming between them. A finger poked her side hard.

“You’d like that, huh? You’d just love it if they had thrown us out of the plane so that we fall and break all of our bones on the ocean’s surface and then sink in pain as we slowly drown without being able to say our final goodbyes or clear our search history.”

“What a cruel woman you are, kobito,” Shin agreed, no doubt shaking his head. But then they laughed, all four of them, and she was finally released from their clutches. She took in an exaggerated breath, amused by the roll of their eyes as she did.

Only then did she notice the absence of a fourth male, one who had no doubt joined them on their flight. She looked around them. When her eyes met Masaru’s gaze, he said, “Baggage claim. Couldn’t find his suitcase.”

“You didn’t think to wait for him?”

Akio snorted. “Nope. He knows where we are…I think.”

All she could do was shake her head, not in the least surprised by her friend’s response. Sakura took a moment to really look at them, now standing side by side in front of her with excited eyes. Somehow, they seemed more mature now compared to when she had last seen them almost a full year ago. They had surely been working out, and she had been informed that Masaru had gone back to competitive swimming. They looked happier.

“Mind looking after our bags for a second? Need to pee,” Shin asked, motioning to the three suitcases resting near their feet. The other two had already started walking, eyes searching for the nearest sign of a bathroom. She agreed, and watched as they walked away, chatting loudly amongst themselves as they disappeared into the steady flow of people.

With little effort, she managed to drag all three bags to an empty row of seats nearby and placed them there. The perfect spot to wait for their return, and for people watching.

Sakura had always loved airports. Had always loved flying. No matter where she was seated, her eyes would find the closest window and stare at the sky as they rose through the clouds, layer after layer of white until they finally reached the point closest to heaven. She had never been afraid of flying. During one flight in particular, they had travelled through a mild storm. Nothing terribly serious. The sky outside of every rounded window was an inky black, and the winds rocked the body of the plane like a cradle in a treetop. White hot flashes of lighting lit up the planes interior every chance it could, and, while no thunder could be heard over the roar of the engines, the electricity in the air should have been enough to strike a match of fear in her heart. But it didn’t. Instead, she admired the danger, and the flashing lights eventually lulled her to sleep. But that was before the world had broken her. The next time she found herself seated in a plane, ready to leave her country for the easiest escape, she found herself shaking with the plane during the smallest of turbulence. Suddenly, death seemed unavoidable, and close. And that was the last time she flew. After that, Sakura refused to leave Seoul. But then he entered her life, and suddenly she had the strength to get on a plane again, no matter how short their flight to the small island had been. A wisp of guilt filled her chest at the thought of him, but she pushed it away. She always did.

There was motion at the doors some way in front of her, causing her to look up. He walked through at that moment. As tall as she had remembered, hair dark as that stormy night in the plane. He was fidgeting with his phone, probably trying to find the rest of his group, with an unharmed suitcase trailing behind him as he walked. And then he stopped. His eyes lifted. Dark brown and warming with every second they were connected to her own. He pocketed the device as he walked the rest of the way, halting a few feet away.

He smiled, two dimples greeting her. And Sakura smiled back.

He opened his arms. And Sakura walked right into them, the way she had countless times before. His arms folded around her frame almost immediately. She liked the way he smelled. During their time knowing each other, Sakura had realized that it wasn’t the result of any spray he may have used. He always smelled that way. Like warmth and the evening sun. His chin rested on her head; hands splayed open in the very middle of her back. There was one strong squeeze – there always was – and then his arms relaxed around her.

“Hi, Toto.”

His voice was rougher than usual, sleepy even. Had he slept through the flight?

“Hi,” she greeted in return.

Kazuki.

After looking around briefly, he asked, “Did they ditch you too?” His voice was playful, teasing, like it always was. Sakura laughed, a nod confirming his suspicions. “I swear, they have about the same capability of listening as a dead leaf.”

“And zero ability to sit still.”

“And 100% of their hearing,” a voice added, the trio returning together.

“If only you could say the same about your eye sight, Shin,” the girl shot back, referring to the glasses perched on the tallest male’s nose. He rolled his eyes, but a grin graced his face at her words. “Not that you ever actually use those things. I’m actually surprised to see you wearing them.”

“He wanted to look smart in case there were any single ladies on our flight.” Masaru jumped out of the way before he could be shoved by the other male for exposing him, laughing at his wide eyes as Sakura grinned slyly. Before Shin could defend himself, Kazuki threw an arm over the girl’s shoulder and began leading her towards the exit while the others rushed to grab their things and follow.

She steered them towards the car, watching in amusement as they four boys played Tetris with their bags until everything was snug in the boot.

Climbing into the driver’s seat, despite the protests of her friends, Sakura said, “I have a class soon, so I’m going to drop you off at the hotel, but we can have supper together at my apartment when I get back, yeah?”

“Or we could just wait at your place?” Through the rear-view mirror, she could see Akio tilt his head, glittering eyes focused on her as he waited for a response. She knew that look. There was no getting out of it. At least it would save her some time.

So, she sighed, nodding. “Fine, but no snooping. Soo-yun and Lilli have full permission to kick your asses out onto the street if you’re being obnoxious. I shouldn’t be more than 2 hours.”

The boys erupted in cheers; a smile growing on her face at their idiocy. She had missed this. They had all been friends for so many years that being without them for even a week was once impossible. When she made her decision to leave Japan, they had been far from happy. Shin ignored her, Masaru went silent, and Akio almost cried. Kazuki had been the only one to hear her out before agreeing to speak to them for her. And despite hating the idea, all four of them still showed up to the airport the day that she left, vocalizing their support in whatever she chose to do.

Masked by the noise of their excitement, she whispered to her co-driver, “You’re in charge.”

Kazuki laughed. “They’re not children, Toto.”

It took one shared look for the pair to burst out in laughter of their own. “If I get back to an eviction notice, I’m coming for you, Kaz.”

“Aye aye, captain,” he replied with a wink.

<3 <3 <3

Tucking her keys away in the pocket of her jeans, Sakura made her way down the stairs at the end of her day. Her class had gone smoothly, with the kids enthusiastically listening as she explained the very basics of colour theory and how they would use it to make their next art pieces look even brighter and bolder than before. There was a small jump to her step knowing that for the first time in months, she was going home to her Hokkaido boys. Her found family. She reached the ground floor and skipped into the lobby, almost missing the figure waiting for her in one of the plush grey seats. But how could she? It would be impossible not to see his tall, lean frame with one leg folded over the other, jeans pulling tight at the thighs.

“Kazuki,” she said breathlessly.

The boy looked up from the outdated magazine in his hand, hair flopping into his smiling eyes. “Took you long enough, Toto. Almost thought you slipped out with the rest of the kiddies.” He dropped the book to its original place on the wooden side table and stood, stretching his arms high over his head with a yawn. She watched the dimples in his cheeks deepen, one more prominent than the other.

“What are you doing here?”

With his hands resting on his hips, he said, “Thought I’d keep you company on the way back.”

Sakura couldn’t fight the smile that formed on her face, following the boy out of the building. Side by side, it felt like old times. The pair had spent many afternoons walking home from school together, stopping at every second convenience store to draw out their time together. The nostalgia settled over them like a cool mist.

“You were supposed to be watching the others.”

“Relax, Toto. The kids are safe and sound, and so is your apartment.” Sakura tried to ignore the squeeze in her chest when he called their friends ‘kids’, the word reminding her too much of the Aussie leader.

“I’m surprised you’re not passed out right now. You seemed pretty tired when you got off the plane.”

“I was. It’s hard to sleep with those three speaking louder than the crying child a few rows behind us. And in all fairness, I would be asleep right now, but the boys are currently all sprawled out on your couch and floor.”

Sakura shook her head. “Idiots. I don’t know why you all didn’t go back to the hotel. It’s not like it’s far from my apartment. And you could have just messaged me, you know? You could have used the bed.” Kazuki opened his mouth to counter, but halted at the sound of her name from someone else.

“Sakura?” The girl froze in place, recognizing the deep voice as soon as the sound reached her ears.

No. She thought. There’s no chance. He wouldn’t be-

“Felix,” she said, before she even turned around to face the owner of the distinct voice. When she did, her heart leapt inside of her chest.

“Felix?” Kazuki questioned, looking between his friend and the strange man she had just acknowledged.

“Sakura?” Felix eyed the new face, confusion laced in his voice.

But Sakura paid no attention to either of them. No. Her eyes fell on the set of sleepless coffee brown pools watching her from besides the Aussie. He looked well. His shoulders looked broader than the last time she had seen him, his face a little smaller. His hair had changed too, the pale blonde now traded in for a shiny sea of ebony curls. She found it near impossible to not reach out to run her fingers through the fluffy waves. When her eyes had finally stilled, Sakura found that his eyes were still focused solely on her. There was an unreadable emotion hidden below his thick lashes. She wanted to ask him what it was. How he was. But all that came out was his name.

“Chan.”

Her voice sounded breathy, as if the air had been struck from her lungs. Something flashed over his eyes at the sound of his name from her tongue, but it was gone before she knew it.

“Sakura.”

Sakura. Her name. She had never hated the name before, but now she wanted nothing more than to be called anything else.

Her daze was broken when her friend’s arm brushed against her own. He was still eyeing the other two, despite being a slightly taller than them both. Unconsciously, she took a step away from him, but he was too focused on their company to notice. However, the small movement didn’t go unnoticed by the man before her.

Sakura threw on a tight smile and said, “Kazuki, this is Felix and Chan. Some friends from Seoul.”

Friends.

The word caused a ripple of discomfort to flow through her body. The other felt it too, but remained emotionless next to his member. That’s what they were. So, why did hearing the word wound her?

“I thought your Seoul friends were females. You know, the nurse and the SNU girl.” Sakura saw the way his eyes looked over the two Aussies, spending extra time on the older of the two. She had yet to tell him about everything that happened while she was in the busy city, but that would have to wait. Right now, all she wanted to do was get out of the uncomfortable situation life had placed her in.

“That’s Lilli and Soo-yun. I’ll introduce you to them later once they’re both back home.” Her answer earned her a curt nod from the boy. This was followed by a strained cough on the other end.

She looked towards the two stars, an embarrassed tint to her face. “Sorry. Felix, Chan, this is Kazuki Sato. We grew up together back in Hokkaido.”

“Friends?” The question came from Chan, shocking both Sakura and Felix. His face was relaxed, but there was sharpness in the way he watched the foreign male.

“You could say that.”

The air she had just inhaled seemed to lodge itself halfway down her oesophagus, eyes wide at the response her friend had given. It was obvious that the two of them were size up one another, trying to intimidate the other in some way. Felix seemed to watch the scene with as little amusement as she did.

She let out an awkward cough to free the air. “Yes, just friends.” Sakura shot Kazuki a glare, only to be met by a charming smile. The innocence in the look used to be enough to make her heart flutter. But now, her heart remained at a steady pace. Now, she felt nothing. She turned back to the other two. “Anyway, him and some other school friends have break for a while so they decided to visit for a few days.”

“Sounds like fun. If you need some good spots to take them, don’t hesitate to ask,” Felix told her, his cheery smile thawing the frosty atmosphere just enough that everyone’s shoulders relaxed.

She smiled at him, nodding. “I will take you up on that offer.” Then she pouted. “I would have asked you to join us if you weren’t so busy with promotions.”

Kazuki’s head turned towards her. “Promotions?”

Before Sakura could say anything, Chan’s voice rang out. “We’re in the music industry.” Felix’s elbow found its way to the elder’s side, with no care for the scolding he may get for his action later. Chan winced, but refused to back down.

Faint realization washed over Kazuki’s face, a small grin pulling at his lips. “Ah, you’re in a group. I knew you looked familiar; I just couldn’t quite remember why.”

It was a subtle blow that few would pick up on, but they all knew. Sakura knew that Kazuki was lying to them. He had heard her many rants about the group before. He was trying to poke at Chan, get him to react. And he knew that attacking his group would be his way in.

But Chan remained calm, even smiled.

“Well, now you know. I’m sure your friend Sakura will tell you all about me – us – during your brief visit. After all, she does know us best. We’ve gotten quite close during her stay in Seoul.”

“Hyung, stop,” Felix whispered, noticing the way the girl’s eyes seemed to widen with every word he said.

“Yeah…we were.” Sakura mumbled. However, she missed the way Chan’s eyes flickered towards her at the sound of her voice. And how his hands clenched in the pockets of his thick jacket. Were, she had said. The single word dug itself into his chest.

She touched Kazuki’s arm lightly. “We should go. It’s getting late and we can’t keep the others waiting.”

“Yes, I don’t think the guys would like that. They’ve all been really excited to see you again.”

Guys? Chan thought. His mouth opened to speak, but Felix stopped him.

“We should go too. It’s the first time in a while that hyung doesn’t have to stay late to work on tracks so we’re having dinner together for once.”

“I see,” Sakura said. Before she could stop herself, her eyes drifted back to Chan. “I’m glad you’re getting some time to rest before everything picks up again. It’s nice to see you rested.”

Chan felt his heart twist in his chest. “Sakura-“

“I’ll see you guys around. Good luck with comeback prep. I’m always cheering you on.” She may not have said it, but Chan couldn’t help but feel like the final statement had been aimed at him. Maybe that’s just what he wanted to believe himself. Either way, it made his lips curl up into a gentle smile. One that was reserved for the girl before him, and no one else.

Sakura bid her farewells to the boy made of sunlight, turning to face his counterpart afterward. He was still smiling. Something about the way he looked at her made her feel lighter, despite the thick air that had been hovering around them since that night.

“Bye, Chan.”

She turned away before his response could reach her ears, leaving a whisper of petals to drift away with the wind.

The rest of the trek to her apartment building was relatively silent. Every now and then Kazuki would bring up a memory, and Sakura would giggle at the thought, sometimes going as far as recalling the finer details that the male had left out. It was always comfortable conversations with him. They could speak about everything and nothing and still end up with tears in their eyes from laughing too hard. That’s the way it was with the boys. Banter and teasing and tough love. But she knew that beneath the brotherly aggressive love, they would do anything for her. They had kept her standing in her darkest days, checking in on her whenever they could, and visiting her as soon as they were allowed.

By the time the pair arrived at the building, the sun had begun to set and the city lights were starting to shine through the growing night. But before they could enter, Kazuki stopped.

“Wait,” he stopped Sakura, a hand gripping her wrist gently. “Can we talk for a second?”

Curious and confused, she agrees, and leads him to the playground nearby. It was empty, desolate of children, but alive with fairy lights and the smell of rice cakes and tteok-bokki from the stand just across the street.

They seated themselves on two swings, allowing themselves to rock silently next to one another until Kazuki finally spoke.

“Are you okay?” He asked her.

She replied with a soft ‘mhmm’, using her feet to push and pull her body weight until she was swinging comfortably. The momentum caused her hair to ruffle around her face with every push back. A minute smile found its way to her face as she thought about her time in Seoul so far.

“You sure? Things seemed a little tense earlier, with those two guys.”

She scoffed. “Maybe it was your snarky comments that made it tense.”

Kazuki raised his hands in surrender and confessed, “Fair enough, don’t hate me for looking out for you. Am I not allowed to be protective over a friend?”

“No. Akio is protective. Shun is protective. Heck, Masaru is protective. I expect them to act like that, but you? Kazuki, you’ve never been that protective before. You’ve always been more of the ‘I’ll comfort you when something is wrong’ type, not the ‘I will fight anyone who hurts you’ type.” Sakura looked at him while he watched the laces of his sneakers. “You seemed different today, Kazuki. Where did you go?”

“I’m still here, I’m still me. I just,” he paused. He wouldn’t raise his eyes to meet hers, which was a first. Kazuki had always been confident, almost fearless on the outside but secretly shy. Never around her, though. Around friends he was lively, a buzzing wire with a permanent smile on his face. Which is why this Kazuki – hidden, reserved, nervous Kazuki – was so different. It frightened her.

“I know you, Toto. As well as you know me. And when we ran into your friends today, I could tell that something was up. You looked…sad. That Chan guy did too. I don’t expect you to tell me what happened between the two of you, but I wasn’t just going to stand there and do nothing.”

“I appreciate it, I really do, but I don’t need you to defend me like that, Kazuki. Chan is a friend,” she said, hating the way the word left a bitter taste in her mouth. “It has to stay that way.”

“So, something did happen?”

Digging her heels into the ground, Sakura brought her swing to a sudden stop, feeling nausea rise at the thought of that night. She shook the memory from her mind.

“Did he upset you?”

She said no, trying to reassure the man that he was wrong about her new friend. “It was just a misunderstanding. He wouldn’t upset me on purpose. He’s a good friend to me, I promise.”

“C’mon, Sakura. I know you. How well could he possibly know you after just a few months?”

“Kazuki-“

“Does he know why you tense up whenever you hear loud planes fly overhead? Or how the freckles on your knuckles vaguely look like a messy Little Dipper? Or that your anxiety builds up in your wrists?”

Desperate to change the subject, she asked, “Kazuki, is this really what you wanted to talk about?”

He shook his head, but didn’t say a word.

Instead, Kazuki stood from the swing besides her, causing it to sway from the tension released from the chains. She watched him as he approached her slowly, with purpose. Once his feet were planted in front of her, he leaned forward, using the chains above her for balance as his face lowered. Sakura tilted her head up, looking straight into the chocolate brown eyes she had become so familiar with over the last eight years. His face hadn’t changed much since they had first met, but his jaw seemed sharper, his eyes a little darker. Nothing short of handsome. Yet, her heart remained steady despite their close proximity.

“Come back with us, Sakura. We miss you – I miss you.”

“I don’t understand-“

A frustrated sigh left his lips, and if he hadn’t been holding the swing’s chains, she knew he would have run a hand through his black locks as he did so. That’s how well she knew him, how well they knew each other. She knew how he worked, what he liked and disliked and what made him so special to her all those years ago. It was Kazuki.

“I’m used to seeing you every weekend for movies with the others, but you’ve been gone for months now and in that time, things have just felt…empty. At first, I thought it was just me missing your presence because the group felt incomplete without you around, but then,” his words trailed off, almost as if he wanted her to finish the thought for him. And her cursed mind did just that.

Tentatively, she said, “Kazuki, you don’t mean-“

“I like you, Sakura.”

The night was suddenly cold, chilling even. She stared up at him, hoping to find even a hint of lie in his eyes. But there was nothing. Just pure affection, maybe even desperation. His hands tightened, causing a ripple to run down the chains keeping her up. She shivered.

“Part of me has always loved you, that was a given from the day we ended things-“

“You. The day you ended things.”

A blush rose to his face, eyes flickering to the night around them before finding hers once more. “I want to give it another shot, Sakura. We were really young back then, and I think that it may work out if we tried again.”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Kaz.”

“Do you love me?”

“What- of course I do! I always did, but I don’t know if it’s in the way you think it is-“

“I don’t expect you to give me an answer right away,” he cut her off, not wanting her to shoot him down without letting the idea sit. “I wouldn’t put that kind of pressure on you. So, think about it. That’s all I ask. Think about it, and give me an answer when you come back home.”

There was a silence, this one different to the others. It was just short of suffocating, heavy with tension and hope. It made her itch. His gaze was still on her, their faces impossibly close. All she could do was nod, watching a content grin form on his face as he blinked.

“Uhm, we should head up,” Sakura stated, holding her breath until Kazuki moved from where he was hovering above her. She took in a mouthful of air, praying for her heartrate to go back to normal.

They had watched a movie that night, all seven of them piled into the lounge in a mess of blankets and pillows on both the couch and the floor. Not that her friends minded. Back home, this would be how most weekends ended. With the close-knit group huddled together in front of her television, a random movie – that likely took an hour to choose – long forgotten as they spoke about everything and nothing. The familiar atmosphere wrapped around her in a hug, and she welcomed the homey feeling it brought.

But her mind wouldn’t allow her to enjoy it for too long. The movie played behind unfocused eyes as she thought about Chan. What was he doing right now? Was he okay? Would he speak to her again? Is this how things ended? With a shout into the void and no reply?

Sakura flinched when she first noticed his touch. Kazuki’s eyes stayed glued to the screen in front of them, but his hand had found hers – the one which had unconsciously wrapped around the other. She hadn’t even noticed the dull throb in her wrist. She watched as he silently pried her fingers from around her narrow wrist. He laughed along with the rest of them as something funny was said, but Sakura couldn’t be bothered to ask what. Instead, she observed him further. The boy took her pained hand into his lap. Her lip threatened to quiver as she felt his thumb rub slow circle at the epicentre of her hurt.

I know you, he had said.

I like you, Sakura, he had admitted.

Do you love me? he had whispered hopefully.

The tight knot in her chest began to loosen ever so slightly as the throb in her wrist eased, and Sakura let herself breathe. She didn’t have to vocalize her thanks as her body relaxed. He could feel it. Kazuki only smiled as he felt his friend rest her head on his shoulder tiredly, her attention finally on the film.

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So, We meet again

𝓡𝓮𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 * *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ (Part 1)

Pairing:- Seonghwaxfemalereader

Genre:- fluff , angst , exes to lovers , smut

Words:- still tryna figure out how to :')

(my first story , so don't mind my trashy writing)

The fancy ball gowns , masquerade Masks , expensive props kept here and there to accentuate the already beautiful party hall made you slightly nervous. Your boyfriend's Boss had thrown a party to pay respects to selfless work the employees have been doing and the theme was 'Royal'. Although you did come from a well-off family, you hadn't seen such riches.

"He put in a lot of money for this huh?" "Well, it's a one-time thing you know , plus he does come from a rich family. I'm just gonna go meet him, wait till I'm back."

And Joo disappeared in the crowd. Of course, you went to the food section, tasting a bit of everything.

A woman came and sat beside you on the sofa," The hotteoks are delicious." You looked to the right with a mouthful of food," oh....excuse me let-" you said with a muffled voice. "It took you some time to swallow down the food, but you did it as fast as you could, and boy was the silence awkward.

"Actually, my boyfriend went to meet his boss. That's why I'm alone." You said giving her a glass of wine kept on the table and taking a sip of yours as well. "Oh, what a coincidence, my boyfriend too. What branch does your boyfriend work in? I might just know him."

"Oh, he takes care of the accounts. Don't ask me to be more specific though. He mostly likes to keep his work life private."

"Well, that's nice to hear. By the way, you look gorgeous in the dress."

"oh my god , I was about to say the same to you."

You both gave each other a high-five while chuckling and enjoying the wine. "I'm Y/n."

"That's a really pretty name, I'm Eun Ji-a.'

Your conversation carried on for a long time. You guys actually seemed to make a good connection. Ji-a told you how she works in the fashion industry. She seemed to be a really cheerful person. You didn't even realize how time took the flight, until you reached out to your phone to add Ji-a's number.

"Well, hopefully we will keep on meeting , even after this." Ji-a said and then went on to look something in her purse.

"Babe, I'm back" You heard Joo exclaim.

"Finally, what took you so long."

"You know how elder people can be , got caught in some talk. Did you find someone to keep you company?"

"Yes, if it wasn't for Ji-a , I probably would've been lonely." You grabbed Ji-a's hand "C'mon Ji-a , this is my boyfriend Joo-Hwan , and you know what babe Ji-a's boyfriend is in the same branch as you."

It got strangely silent among the two who you were introducing right now , the air in the atmosphere had definitely shifted. You felt it but tried to shrug it off as neither of them spoke a word. Joo and Ji-a just kept on staring at each other , and both of them had an expression of surprise , as if they had seen something they shouldn't have.

Finally, you spoke "um...guys, are you alr-"Your sentence is cut by the ringtone of Ji-a's phone , which makes her a bit startled , she just straight away walks outside. "Well, that was weird , are you okay Joo?"

"... Are you both friends now?"

"Um...yeah, kind of... shouldn't we? Do you perhaps know each other?"

".... No .... She just, reminded me of someone." He took a pause. "Let's go, there are some employees I want you to meet."

The whole night you didn't seem to find Ji-a , it was like as if she disappeared. Maybe she did leave early? But what was weird, that Joo didn't seem to enjoy the party at all. He was so happy after all, moreover , you both ended up leaving much earlier than you guys had thought , but you decided not to question it. The next day, Joo went to office early , you actually didn't have much to do yourself.

You were actually an animator, but for a month , there were no projects , which was kind of like a vacation. So, you decided to go out for a shopping spree and treat yourself. Little did you know, the shopping spree would actually be the start of a new adventure.

"Can I get a mint-chocolate, with two strawberry cupcakes?"

"Yes mam , that'll be 15$."

"Thank you very much."

You were about to sit at one of the tables that gave out the best views, when you bumped into someone , the pressure made you lose your balance. Your hands flung in the air as your body slanted on the ground. However, A tight grip was felt on your waist as you had your eyes closed. Realising that you weren't on the floor. The stranger saved you from the fall.

"....Y/n?"

Your name rolled out of his mouth like honey , as if he was meant to say it. His strawberry scent once again filled your senses, you wanted to lose yourself in the moment. It was him...again to catch you from falling.

"S-Seonghwa...."

Both of you never left the eye contact until you were interrupted by the waiter.

Seonghwa let go of his grip on your waist and you collected yourself back up. Tons of questions exploded your mind, and you stood there with a look of confusion. “Um…should we sit?” Seonghwa said only for you to be perplexed ‘Excuse me? sit with you , what makes you think I’ll do after you suddenly disappeared and now are here in front of me out of the blue?’ “Sure…” That was the only thing that came out of your mouth, and you pulled your lips in a forced smile. Seonghwa, like a gentlemen Pulled the chair for you to sit and moved on to sit on his own.

The silence was bothering you too much but neither you spoke nor Seonghwa. “Here is your order mam, and anything for your date here?”

Both Seonghwa and you gave each other ‘that’ look and immediately after the contact was broken you coughed and said,” ahem … no…, no he is not my date and thank you for the food.”

“I’d like croissant with a sikhye.” He ordered while glaring straight into your eyes, even though both of you were adults now , the sense of maturity never lurked in between you. You didn’t hesitate as well and went on to bore your eyes into his, to which he looked completely unbothered and once the waiter left , tried to start a conversation. “So, how have you been?”

“I’ve been nice, thanks for asking.”

“But seems like you still haven’t gotten rid of your terrible taste.” He pointed towards your order. You wanted to fake laugh so hard and throw a sarcastic comment something like ‘My bad taste doesn’t leave me’ which would have been a dig at Seonghwa. Instead, you just pursed your lips and gave out a fake smile trying to be the more mature person “It’s still better than ramen with cheese.” Which made Seonghwa chuckle a bit, that you did remember it even after years had passed.

The chuckle was like music to your ears, he still has this effect on you. He looked so perfect sitting there in his white high neck and brown coat, while some of his blonde hair neatly covered his other eye. ‘No, what are you thinking , whatever you had was in the past. You have a boyfriend now…and he probably moved on with his life…did he?’

“I’ve…. missed you.” Oh no, he didn’t just say that Infront of you like this. No way.

“I thought you went abroad.” Smoothly changing the topic, you took a bite of the cupcake.

“I did, came back after a few years , it was still a little unsettling there.”

“Oh.”

“what about you? Did you pursue your dancing career?”

“…no, I became an animator instead. I still dance, sometimes.” “How’s Aunt and Uncle?”

“They’re doing fine, they also miss you a lot. Mum said she never got tired of your little chuckles.”

You sighed “Seonghwa, I have a boyfriend now.”

“…I know , I heard it from Wooyoung , it’s good you moved on. Trust me, I don’t really have any ulterior motives , just , miss our friendship.”

‘oh…,so that’s what he was thinking , how stupid could I be?’ ” Um ... yeah, you, still have contact with the squad.”

“of course I do , just…you are left.”

“…it’s surprising you still come to this restaurant.”

“why? You thought I’ll forget everything?” With those words you, felt a twinge in your chest. As a matter of fact, you didn’t know what to feel. All you wanted to do was run away. Luckily enough, your friend Alexa had arrived to bail you out of the situation.

“Seonghwa?”

“Oh…Alex?”

Seonghwa got up from his chair, hugging your best friend. “Y/n you didn’t tell me Seonghwa would be here?” She looked perplexed “Wait…are you guys together again?” One could hear the happiness in her voice, as she wriggled her eyebrows towards you , which was so childish. “No Al, we’re not. Why does everyone think that?”

“Um, because I could sense your ‘love’ from two blocks away. Really, you guys are so cute. Anyways.” She requested another chair and sat with you guys. “So, Seonghwa , how have you been? Are you here for some business thingy or?”

“He lives here actually.” You didn’t give Seonghwa a chance to respond. “Apparently, all the years , we thought he would’ve been gone , he came back , and informed no one.” Your words had anger in them, you were trying to lock away but something in you wanted Seonghwa to know about it , about your frustration , your heartache. Seonghwa only sighed as his phone rang, “I have to take this one , I’ll just take my leave.” With this he disappeared. “Woah, he looks even more fine than he already was. Oh, by the way, there’s a reunion happening for the whole squad , Yunho was the one organizing it. So, you in for it?”

“…yeah.” You absentmindedly agreed when all you could think about was your memories. The ones you had tried so hard to bury, they were coming back as if only some days had passed.

The whole day was spent by you in the blankets, curled up , trying to contemplate your life , where did you go wrong? Why is your ex suddenly in the picture? in your perfect life , with your perfect boyfriend , he comes back now when you don’t really want him? But that’s the question … if you don’t want him, why do you find yourself thinking about the past? About the promises you made, that were left broken. Do you still want him? The chain of you thought was broken by the doorbell. Opening the door to see your drunk boyfriend on the shoulders of one of his friends. “What happened?” You held Joo’s arm. “He drunk a bit too much today, take care of him.”

Thank you so much”

“I can escort him to the bedroom if you like?”

“Oh no it’s fine, thank you so much for your help.”

“Okay , take care.” You closed the door with your leg, feeling the weight of Joo on your shoulders. “Why would you drink this much?” Joo was clearly not in his right senses and smelling highly of booze. You managed to take him to the bedroom and change his clothes. When you were about to leave to change as well, Joo held your wrist and pulled you closer to him. Some words left his mouth, you could not make out , “what?”

“.Ji. Ji-a…” And he went to sleep, leaving you with a whole new situation to cope up with. You fell on him as if a huge burden had let you, but you were still unsure.

“…We both are in some deep shit Joo.” You sighed and fell asleep.

“Morning.”

Your eyes fluttered and opened to the sunshine and the sight of your boyfriend sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Um…. we gotta talk.” Joo declared.

“So…” Joo sat there so stiff, as if a student was being asked questions from the teacher and he had to say the truth. “Are you cheating on me?” You muttered

“No…well, I’m not that cruel you know?”

“Then , what is it? … Your kind of scaring me.”

“Ji-a is my ex”

You blinked once , twice , thrice , “You had some good ass taste , if I was a man , I’d totally date her , but honestly being a man isn’t even necessary.”

Joo sighed in relief and chuckled while ducking his head , “You , … you never change.”

A smile greeted your face , “I’m not mad….” You paused “Do you still love her?”

Joo’s lips formed a frown, “ That’s the issue , I don’t really know. She came back in my life like a boomerang.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, “That’s a weird metaphor.”

“Why are you laughing? I’m in serious crisis.” Joo whined as he covered his face with his hands, which made you laugh out aloud. “I could use a hug.” He peeked from in between his fingers. “Oh, come here you.” And you both hugged each other; your relationship had always been like this honestly. That’s why it was so different from all the other ones. Maybe what you had couldn’t be called ‘love’ but what you did have was ‘friendship’. You both met around in your college days. Joo was a huge nerd , and you weren’t that popular either. The professor made you partners in one of the projects, and you guys- maintained friendship through the years. When on the spur of the moment, he proposed. And You accepted.

“Maybe we chose to be together because we didn’t want to get hurt anymore.” Joo’s voice trembled as his head rested on your lap and your hands playing with his hair.

“Maybe, but I’m glad it was you.”

None of you wanted to say it, that you were breaking up. You both already knew; it was not working out. As if you had labelled this platonic relationship of yours to ‘love’. You guys were never in love. But it doesn’t hurt you and that’s what makes you happy.

Joo took the day off and you guys just spent it binging on movies and eating.

“Joo, I have this high school reunion. Care to join me as my date?”

“….As long as there is food.”

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There you were, sitting in a puffed-up short peach dress , which fit your body like a glove. Joo had a matching set of suits. You both looked like a power couple, and absolutely no one could take eyes off of you.

“Oh my god, she’s here.” Wooyoung came running to you “You look so perfect and Hi Joo, you are honestly so lucky.” San came from the back, “Let them breathe.” And in a minute, you find yourself preoccupied with your friends yet once again. Loud laughs, recalling old memories , you kind of missed the old days. “Ok guys, I’m just gonna go to the washroom.” A choir of ‘yes’s’ was heard, “Take care , and please arrive back , we can’t lose you. JOOOOO” Wooyoung screamed on top of his lungs “ok, take the bottle from him.” Yunho said.

“All this time, yet I’m the only one feeling the embarrassment.”

“Oh Jongho, you’re not the only one.” Yeosang also agreed with the younger one. “Hey, where is Seonghwa? He still hasn’t arrived yet?” Mingi questioned the group, and it made you realize , you were still to face him. “Oh, he said he’ll be late because of the traffic.” Hongjoong answered. You decided to walk to get some water. “Y/n?” A voice called you from behind, to which you turned around.

“J-Jia-a?” A sound of surprise could be heard “what are you doing here?”

“Y/n look, I met one of my work friends here.” You heard Joo’s voice as he walked from the right.

Your heartbeat like the strings of a guitar. Loud and clear. Eyes widened you took up the image of the person standing in front of you with your so-called boyfriend.

“Seonghwa?”

“Ji-a?” Joo said in a staggering voice.

“Babe?” Ji-a said signaling towards Seonghwa

“Babe?” Your astonishment couldn’t be hidden anymore.

“Yes Y/n?’

“You know each other?” Both you and Ji-a exclaimed at what the situation had become.

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