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zombiedumbie · 9 months

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01. BUT STILL, THEY LEAD ME BACK TO THE LONG, WINDING ROAD;

chapter 0 here.

my head was filled with this fanfic all week, so I had to keep going.

2521 words.

modern au, she/her reader, use of "y/n", cora being the clumsiest yet most loving human being in the world, swearing, heavy tw on post-traumatic stress, descriptions of heavy feelings. mdni!

The journey back to Flevance was peaceful. Law huddled in the passenger seat as he tried to rest his heavy, tired body, but he couldn't even close his eyes as he watched the familiar route. Rosinante held back from bombarding Law with questions as Law held back from yelling every time a car passed them, the beginning of the hangover affecting his body as well as his mind.

The blonde carefully drove the car; as much of a walking disaster and a danger to himself and others as he was, he always made an effort to make Law comfortable while driving (even though most of the time it was Trafalgar who took the wheel).

And he consistently avoided that section of the avenue that led to Flevance.

Not that Law was afraid to go there or anything like that. In fact, he had returned to that avenue many times before, taking the same route. However, it was quite noticeable how he audibly held his breath and clenched his eyes shut.

The white city waved at them with its rooftops and walls of the same color, bathed by the early morning sunlight. Neatly arranged gardens of clustered trees and perfectly trimmed and positioned bushes adorned the houses, with their white bricks and marble parapets. Some water fountains with intricate carvings adorned small squares along the way to his house.

The entire city seemed to come from a movie where everything in the world was perfect.

He remembered clearly walking around there holding hands with people whose faces he would have forgotten if not for the photos. He remembered the mischievous smiling little brat that everyone practically loved and was a big fan of walking around the city, just observing the architecture and the choice of monochromatic tones.

Now, Law felt disconnected from that place, where everything seemed to be only one color and the architecture seemed more of the same. The smile had been replaced by a scowl, and he had become worthy of being called a bitter old man. He felt like his listlessness was a blot of paint on a blank canvas, much like the faded patches on his skin; and so, he closed his eyes every time he passed through the streets of the white city.

Trafalgar sat on the stool in the kitchen, his fingers contracting before stretching under the cold counter. Corazón smiled as he put a kettle of water on to boil, then turned to the man, giving a big smile before launching into his famous session of questions.

"So... how was the party?!" The blonde asked, excited to know more. He leaned against the counter as if preparing to hear the biggest gossip of the year.

"Uhm..." He pondered for a while. "It was nice."

"And the others, did they go?" By "the others", he meant Bepo, Penguin, Shachi, and Ikkaku.

"Just not Bepo. But I ended up losing track of them at some point", and after that, I don't remember anything else. He thought to himself.

"Did you meet someone new?" Corazón had a smile on his lips, like a father trying to find out if his child had gotten a girlfriend.

Law rolled his eyes, realizing what Corazón was implying, but his cheeks burned with the memory as a smile threatened to invade his lips. "None of that. I met a girl, that's all".

Corazón's expression became slightly more serious, but his smile didn't completely disappear. "Oh, a girl? What was she like?"

"I don't know, I didn't pay much attention", Law replied, trying to sound casual, even though his mind was reliving the image of you on the beach. Due to exhaustion, the memory seemed more distant than it actually was.

"You don't pay much attention to your own love life, huh?" Corazón joked.

"I told you it's not like that, Cora-san!" Law replied, a bit annoyed. "We just talked. She helped me when I was... a bit out of it", Cora widened his eyes.

"'A bit out of it'...? What does that mean, Law?" The young man swallowed hard, realizing the mistake he had made. What was even worse was the element of surprise. Law didn't know how he would react. He might scold him or freak out because he had been irresponsible, or maybe he would just laugh.

But what followed really shocked him. Cora just shrugged and continued: "Actually, don't tell me. You're an adult now, I have no right to meddle in your life", the kettle whistled behind him, and he turned and calmly turned off the heat. What Law didn't see was the twitch in his eye as he launched into a rant about how Law was drinking at parties and how that was wrong and how he couldn't complain and how it was dangerous and how...

"Cora...? CORA-SAN!" Law shouted when he saw the man in front of him pour so much hot water into a glass that it overflowed, burning his hand.

After a session of shouting, cold water, and complaints, Cora was sitting on the stool, his hand submerged in the cold water and a few ice cubes. "Damn, Cora-san!" Law grumbled. "I can't take my eyes off you for a split second". Trafalgar was muttering as he watched the man in front of him breathe a sigh of relief.

"It's just my way", Cora smiled and tried to make a peace sign with his burnt hand, immediately plunging it back into the water when he felt the sting. Law slapped his forehead.

"I'm going to sleep for a bit", Law sighed, rubbing his eyes.

"Take a shower too", Cora requested. "I can smell your stench from a mile away."

"HUH?!" Law looked incredulously at Cora, who was holding his nose between his burnt fingers, immediately putting his hand back in the water.

Trafalgar lay on the bed after a hot shower, wearing the most comfortable clothes he could find in his meticulously organized wardrobe. He was ready to sleep when his phone vibrated with some random notification from a game he had installed to pass the time. His yellow eyes opened reflexively, he unlocked the phone to set it to silent.

He looked at the screen for a while, it was almost 10 in the morning. Your contact was highlighted: "Y/N :p". Law bit his lips before pressing the message space. His fingers roamed the keyboard that appeared, thousands of things went through his mind, maybe he could send a joke or introduce himself, maybe this was his chance to thank you... Or maybe he could just send a "Hi, this is Law."

That's what he typed, but his fingers never dared to send the message, instead, he just threw his phone under the pillow and fell asleep.

He woke up hours later, his head aching, his throat dry, and he felt awful inside. Laughter echoed down the hallway to his room, making him sigh before getting up. Whoever was out there, he wouldn't want to face them. He looked for his phone to check the time, but a notification on his screen caught his attention: "'Y/N :p': 2 new messages".

Law's face turned red. What? Why did you send a message? He hadn't even said anything. Maybe you got his number, but why save yours on his phone?

Law sighed, rubbed his irritated eyes, rolled on the bed, sighed one more time, thought a bit more; and decided to ignore it. His phone stayed in the same place as always, beside the pillow, as he dragged his heavy body down the narrow corridor to the living room. There were Rosinante and Doflamingo along with a girl and a boy he never remembered the names of, but he always called them "Baby" and "Buffalo", respectively. He shuffled into the kitchen as if he hadn't seen them, grabbing water and searching for some medicine that could help him.

"Laaw!" He knew it wouldn't be that easy when he heard that girl's shrill voice pierce his tired eardrums.

"What do you want, Baby?" He didn't bother to turn to her, not needing to look to know that Buffalo was with her.

"Wow, is this how you treat me after not seeing me for so long?!" She sighed. For some reason, she started to think they were, somehow, cousins, and Law hated that in every possible way.

"I have a headache, leave me alone", he tried to get rid of her, just to hear another annoying voice.

"You're hungover, aren't you?" The voice was almost whiny, in a way that was funny to Law. He grumbled, turning to the two of them. He almost jumped in surprise when he saw Rosinante and Doflamingo right behind them.

"Cora-san... What did you tell them?" Law grumbled, Doflamingo laughed, scaring Baby and Buffalo who hadn't noticed them there.

"Relax, Law. He just said he had to get up really early to pick you up from a party", his guardian's brother said. Doflamingo always had a mocking tone in his voice, Law hated talking to him, mainly because he felt like he never took him seriously. He was like one of those uncles you adored when you were a kid, but when you grew up, you realized he was one of the worst human beings to ever walk the face of the earth.

Not that Doflamingo had done anything to Law, but his reputation wasn't the best due to his choice of profession. Law didn't even know how he had managed to get custody of these other two idiots.

"There's lunch in the fridge if you want to eat something, Law", Rosinante lovingly pointed out.

"Law going to parties, I can hardly believe it!" Baby exclaimed, seeming excited about the idea. "I thought you didn't go to parties, Law. Why did you go to this one?"

Law grumbled as he grabbed the plate of food from the fridge, carefully wrapped in plastic wrap. "Because I wanted to, you nosy little brat", he normally treated her badly, but his bad mood made it worse sometimes. "Now stop bothering me about it!"

He didn't need to turn to see the girl pout as she clung to Buffalo.

And that's how it was the whole time he was in the kitchen. Those two bothered him as he tried to eat his lunch (almost in the late afternoon) in peace, the siblings chatted quietly as they observed those 3. And after a light session of disturbance by Baby and Buffalo, Law responded impatiently:

"Fine, fine! I'll tell you why the fuck I went to a party!" he grumbled. "Now shut up."

The two sat properly on the chair, observing Law curiously, biting their lips in anticipation to hear his story. He ate a bit more of his lunch, wiped the remaining food on the knife with his fork, looked at them for a few more seconds, took a sip of his water, noisily placed the utensils back onto the plate.

"ARE YOU GOING TO TALK OR NOT?!" Baby yelled, irritated by Law's teasing, who smirked, satisfied with the reaction. Law knew how to be an annoying little brat when he wanted to.

"Okay, okay", he decided to stop torturing the two anxious people in front of him. "I literally went because I wanted to. I heard there was a party, and my friends were going, so I invited myself to go with them", he said it as if it were so simple. The two looked at him incredulously; there was a very important point in the story that Law wasn't telling.

"But you didn't even want to leave the house!" Buffalo replied. "You spent years without going out!" Law grumbled.

It was true, after the accident, Law spent practically years not wanting to leave the house. The idea of facing the world outside the walls of his home became terrifying; suddenly, everything became dangerous, deadly. The noise of cars passing by the street in front of his house stressed him out, bright lights were dreadful, any shout made his heart race, blood made him sick. Even sirens were disturbing.

The little boy had gone through hell that day; all he wanted was to avoid all of this happening again.

And worst of all, by leaving the house, everyone would look at him with pity, treat him like he was just a poor victim instead of a human being. It was obvious that he was traumatized by everything that had happened, and people looking at him like that, constantly reminding him of who he was and what had happened, added an extra pinch of fear to the constant dread of getting hurt again.

"But now I do go out," he retorted, his heart was pounding hard and his cheeks flushed. "I'm in college now, aren't I?! I have to get out of the fucking house! So, don't bother me about it anymore!" Law stood up, annoyed. He left his dirty plate in the sink before heading back to his room with heavy steps, taking deep breaths.

He could still feel the trembling hands and the racing heart of that frightened boy. The memories of the accident still hit him like a punch to the stomach, suffocating him with the paralyzing fear he experienced on that terrible day.

It took a long time for Law to start living without fear, like a human, he would say. At the beginning, everything was much harder, the constant visits from neighbors, the constant messages of condolences, and the thinly veiled looks that were never as discreet as they seemed made him feel like an ant. The only people who looked at him as a person and not as a victim were Rosinante and a small group of friends from his old school: Bepo, Shachi, Penguin, and Ikkaku.

Talking about it with people who seemed to lack even the slightest bit of sensitivity felt like walking along a long and winding road of memories.

Law threw himself on the bed, banging his head against the pillow several times, trying to somehow clear his mind. Unintentionally, he hit his phone, which slid under the pillow due to the impacts of his face against the bed, causing it to hit the hard surface of his nose.

He groaned in pain, clutching his nose with his hands and applying pressure, a small tear escaping his eye. When the pain subsided, he felt an urge to laugh at his own stupidity.

"'Y/N :p': 2 new messages."

He sighed before opening the messages, deciding he had ignored you for too long. That's when he realized the mistake: "Hi, this is Law." He had sent the message by mistake. His face heated up as if somehow he had just embarrassed himself by just talking to you.

"'Y/N :p': hi law!!!! sorry, i was working, just saw the message now".

"'Y/N :p': how r u??"

The messages had been sent a few hours after his message. Law cleared his throat, trying to shake off the feeling of needing to justify himself for sending you a message. He thought for a few minutes about what to reply; there was nothing specific he wanted to talk to you about, just to thank you for helping at the party, but even so, he felt like he should say more than just "thanks for helping me."

"'Law': I'm fine, thanks for asking."

"'Law': Are you working on a Sunday?"

He wanted to chew off his own hand for writing something that, in his anxious head, was so stupid.

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edzmunson86 · 2 years

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𝕳𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝕲𝖎𝖗𝖑 - 𝕰𝖉𝖉𝖎𝖊 𝕸𝖚𝖓𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖝 𝖋!𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

You live for metal and freedom. Your closet consists mainly of the color black and band shirts. You rebel and are a little bit what others would call bizarre. Your parents think you are completely crazy and think they can turn you back into a trophy wife and move you to a far away city because their therapist, who doesn't even know you, told them to. And all this just before your last year of school. However, nothing better could have happened to you when he put his arm around your shoulder....

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I am not a native speaker and translated my German story into English for you!♥

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Stranger Things

Eddie Munson x f!reader (major)

Billy Hargrove x f!reader (minor)

Word count: 2431 Words

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×little bit of everything [drugs, abuse, mention of sex, sexual innuendo, fluff, bullying, cursing(expletives), SMUT, comfort, angst...etc.

(Y/N) = your name

(Y/H) = your hair color

(Y/E) = your eye color

Note: I do not know directly D&D, but with other table top rpg and would make homebrews as campaigns and come up with something, hope no real D&D player is then angry with me 😅

#strangerthings #strangerthings4 #eddiemunson #eddie #munson #highschool #teenager #metal #metalgirl #hellfire #hellfiregirl #drugs #sexy #sexualcontent #abuse #d&d #fluff #billyhargrove #billy #hargrove #lemon #smut #comfort #friendship #teen #love

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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕆𝕟𝕖 - ℍ𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖 '𝟠𝟞

The wind blew through my hair, the music boomed at full volume from the speakers of my Camaro. Deafening, but so I had it best when the guitar solos of my favorite metal bands hit me around the ears. In my left hand was a morning cigarette from which I relished one puff after the next, until I threw the remaining stub out the window. I could feel the looks of the residents of the small town of Hawkins on me when I passed them.

My parents have always been disappointed in me since the beginning. They reproach themselves for not having brought me up enough or even for having done something wrong, that I am now the way I am and not a little doll like the other girls of my age group. They tried everything to get me back on 'the right track' and showered me with unwanted gifts. They gave me my free space in the hope that I would live and let off steam to become the woman they wanted as their daughter. I didn't want to move to another city, especially not in my last year of school, which is the most important year in a student's life. But they thought it would do me good and arranged it with a therapist. A therapist who didn't even know me and had never seen me before. I loved my parents very much, but sometimes they went a bit too far. For the move I made one condition: I wanted a car and not just any car, no, a Chevrolet Camaro in black. I knew my parents didn't have that much money to just buy it for me and I could definitely delay the move a bit. Maybe even to the point that I could still finish my last year with my friends. I really worked a lot because I really wanted the car, not because I wanted to move but just because it was a beauty. I was sure that one day I would be able to buy it for myself until one month before the end of the 11th grade the car arrived at our door. I couldn't believe my eyes and didn't know what was going to happen to me. At first there was so much joy in me but when I realized that my parents had fulfilled the condition and I saw the for sale sign in our front yard I felt sick. They told me that the money came partly from them and from the sale of the house. I felt insanely bad and gave my parents the money that I had earned over the last few years. It could not even replace a small part of this gift but I felt a little better. However, I still felt bad when I thought about the fact that we were going to move soon.

They bought a small house in the town of Hawkins, with a nice back garden. Of course, my mother's hobby was not to be missed. During the two weeks I christened the car "Hellfire" and also had a sticker made that is now on my hood. Of course I drove around with the car all the time and was only at home to eat and sleep. I wanted to see my friends as long as possible and hoped to see them again after the year. However, that wasn't very easy when everyone was scattered around the country going to college. I didn't know exactly what I wanted to do after school. Just live, I guess.

I turned into the next intersection and saw Hawkins High ahead of me. My last year at a new school, I didn't hope to make new acquaintances. I wasn't interested in it either. I just wanted to finish school and get away from here, explore the world and see new things. The parking lot was pretty full, I turned into every possible driveway but unfortunately nothing was free. Shortly before me I spied them but still two free places. In the one just also a dark blue Camaro turned in. I stood next to him, so at least the most beautiful cars were together for all curious looks. I looked over to him. Blond, mullet and a porno bar on his face. It was clear to me, Mister Casanova was standing next to me. He stopped at his trunk and lit his cigarette. My only thought as I got out was that I hope I don't ram into his door. Because that could smell like a lot of trouble. Nonchalantly as always I got out now nevertheless. The buckles of my leather boots jingled as I put my foot on the asphalt swing, the chains on my pants as well. Pants, that was also always a difficult topic with my parents, because they always wanted me to wear skirts. Since they didn't buy me anything else, I just always stole Dad's black pants and sewed them to fit me, usually tighter. I liked tight pants that showed off my beautiful legs, because I liked them best on me. With the one pair of pants I also had a small accident and tore open my knee. I thought it was quite cool and suited my look. Unfortunately, my mother ran after me for a week to plug it, so I kept the pants on even to sleep which made it impossible for her to sew the hole. Exactly what I wore today, in addition a Black Sabbath T-shirt that I had bought at a garagesale for a dollar. Over it my beloved leather jacket and my metal vest with the many patches of my favorite bands on it. Of course, my accessories and jewelry were never missing. Mostly I wore 3 silver chains around my neck, like a silver chain bracelet and a leather bracelet, plus my two favorite rings on one hand.

My (Y/H) curls fell over my shoulders. I never did much with them and just let them run rampant. Most of the time they were way too frizzy to even comb them at all and that made it a lot worse anyway. So I just left them as they were. I pushed the car door shut and made my way into the main building past the blonde pretty boy. I glanced back again to see how I had parked, because I always had to check that again. As I did so, I saw him pull his sunglasses off his nose a bit and look after me. I wondered if the attention was directed at me or rather his curiosity because he wanted to know who was driving the same car as him. But I did not worry about that. Since my mother had already registered me, I started the day in a new class.

I opened the door to the classroom and the teacher immediately pointed at me. Apparently he had already announced it to me. I stood next to him and waved briefly in the round and wanted to find a seat right away.

"Don't you want to say a few words to your new classmates?" he asked carefully.

Absolutely- no desire- did I even have a few words to exchange with anyone. I stopped and just stared at him. Probably too angry as usual, but that was just my face now.

"Maybe your name? U-and where you're from?" he asked softly and brittlely.

I sighed and turned to the class. "Since I get to waste at least 8 hours of my time with you guys now for a whole year, every day. I'm (Y/N) and we moved here from Minnesota."

I turned back to our teacher, raised my eyebrows and asked, "Now, if I may be permitted to sit down..."

I turned on my heel and sat down in one of the empty seats. No sooner had I sat down than another student burst in the door. The same one who had parked next to me a few minutes ago and was staring after me. The teacher sighed: "Late as usual, just sit down Mr. Hargrove".

Annoyed and arrogant, he walked in my direction. And put an unlit cigarette, which was still in his mouth, behind his ear. "My seat" he hissed at me. "Oh, here?" I asked, pointing to the table. "Yes," he pressed out between his teeth. "I didn't know you could reserve seats..." I said, smiling and then whispering to him "...otherwise I would have reserved a seat on your beautiful face." I put on another wink and cleared his seat, moving very close to his face and getting a full load of his aftershave. His aggressiveness in his face gave way and exchanged confusion. A moment later, he threw himself onto the chair as well. I just sat down on the seat next to it because it seemed to be free. Many of the students stared at me as if I had defeated King Kong. I almost feared that it was one of my bad ideas to stand up to him.

Classes started and they were just as boring here as they were in Minnesota. Exactly today it is exactly three weeks before summer vacation. My parents thought it was smart of them to transfer during the school year, because that gave me a few more weeks to find some friends and spend my summer vacation with them. But actually I wanted to go back to Minnesota to enjoy my vacations there. However, it is a long way and my mother would die if I made the trip alone. My thoughts were interrupted when a small note flew onto the table. I looked to see if anyone was looking at me, but apparently they wanted to remain anonymous. The note said 'I admire you for standing up to Billy Hargrove on your first day'. Billy is his name, who would have thought. All bullies are named Billy. I stuck the note in one of my exercise books. It made me smile a bit and my gaze settled in Billy's direction. His blue eyes stared at me insistently. When he realized I was looking at him he smiled wryly, meant to be seductive I guess. I don't know. However, his smile was very sweet. *Ugh, no I don't get involved with such a complete idiot* my thoughts scolded me. I looked ahead again and wanted to concentrate on my lessons, because after all I didn't want to mess up my last year after the summer vacations.

Classes went by slowly, and in the last few classes Billy hadn't been lying in wait for me. At least I hadn't seen him again. Lunch time rang and most people rushed to the cafeteria. My mother put money on the counter for lunch every morning. She thought it was easier for me to buy what I wanted to eat. Where she was right. So I ran after the others to find the cafeteria. Many were already sitting at their tables. Typically divided into girlies, rednecks, outsiders etc.. It seemed that there were no or hardly any seats left. I walked around a bit to get an overview. Until a tall, blond jock stood up in front of me, looking like mommy parted his hair every day. I was aware that now something humiliating was coming my way. It was known, even at my school the biggest bullies were the athletes because they thought they were better than me.

"Hey you, you're the new one right? Heard you already stood up to Hargrove this morning. Ay Ay not even all the way there yet and already lots of trouble. Look at you, we don't need another freak around here, one is enough! Go back to where you came from you Satanist bitch!" He insults me and pokes me with his finger on my cleavage.

I had to stifle my laughter during his performance. The main thing was that it already made the rounds that I had stood up to Billy. But when he called me a Satanist bitch it went through me. I thought if he could put on a show like that, then so could I. I shook myself a little and faked a little whatever seizure. I turned my eyes up so you could only see the white. In a disguised voice, as if I were possessed by a demon, I said: "Jason, I would think twice about what I say to someone, not that your greatest fear comes true.

" How... what? Why do you know my name? I-" he said in a trembling voice. And audibly took a step back. His IQ was probably not enough to check that his name was on his jacket. I turned my eyes forward again to look into his fear-filled face and enjoy it. I took my fingers in the air, placed them like two horns next to my head and breathed a 'boo' at him. He quickly sat back down and turned to his friends. All I could hear was him calling me a witch and saying that I was out of my mind. Smiling triumphantly, I went on my way while all eyes were on me again. I am not even a whole day at school and have already achieved exactly the opposite of what I actually wanted. An arm, which was put around my shoulder, tore me out of my thoughts. When I came back to myself from my thoughts and looked over, I was looking into the most loving yet crazy brown eyes I have ever seen. He put on the widest grin he could find and really freaked out.

"That! My love, that was the best thing I've seen in a long time!" he said with an infectious euphoria and gesticulating wildly. His upbeat manner was immediately infectious and made me laugh. He led me to a table where apparently his friends were sitting. He turned in front of me and let his hand slide over my back. In front of me stood a young man about six feet tall with brown, shoulder-length hair. His curls surrounded his happy face. I looked down at him and noticed that he had a similar style to me. He bowed to me, as they did in the Middle Ages, and took my hand.

"Allow me, Eddie "the Freak" Munson and this.... - he stood back up normally and swung his arm across the table- are my fellows...!Welcome! - to Hellfire! " he said with an unbridled grin.

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sugarushsuga · 2 years

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In Your Own Words - CH. 15

Genre/Au's: Rom-Com, fluff with bits of angst - Coworkers!AU; enemies to lovers; Journalist!AU

Paring: RM x Reader

Words count: 7.904

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Cursing; FLUFF;

Tigering: Mentions car accident; mentions of broken leg; mentions of blood; heavy make-out (no smut tho)

Synopsis: After graduating your dream was to become a journalist and work to one of the biggest magazines in the country. But that pretty dream does not translate perfectly to reality. The magazine is on verge of bankruptcy, great journalists are moving the rival magazines and not being replaced, your boss is a jerk who doesn't even know your name. Fate seems to be toying you around to its own pleasure, can you take control of your life and achieve your dreams, or you are going to be carried away by fate's plans?

Author note: Once again sorry for the delay on the posting today. I’m already going to edit and schedule next week’s chapter then finish the last chapter of the fic, edit and schedule them all. I’m so excited!

This fanfic follows the world of the Brazilian production Procura-se um marido series. I do not own the series or original content.

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Sabrina calls you terrified, ready to leave Seokjin at the farm and get on the first bus home after reading the message you have sent her telling about Hoseok's accident. But you manage to convince her it wouldn't do any good. Your brother is out of danger, and she might as well enjoy the weekend with her boyfriend and visit him afterwards.

Lorena is perched awkwardly on the bed so as not to touch your brother's injuries. Hoseok is laughing at something she is saying. You watch the scene. Strange how a situation as bad as the accident can result in something good like their marriage.

"What are you laughing at?" You ask, tucking your phone into your jeans pocket.

“You have no idea how relieved I was when I woke up and saw this hardware around the leg. If it was plaster..." you laugh with him. You know what he is thinking. Hoseok continues telling the story to Lorena.

“I was about eight years old. I woke up in the hospital with a broken arm, and my father lectured me like that for going up on the roof after a Kite. Y/n had wrapped a towel around her arm, pretending it was a cast. Is it over there kept bothering the nurse, insisting that she needed a bed too. And she only calmed down when the doctor examined her and said that she was in very bad shape, and she needed to eat chocolate to heal."

"And I'll agreed really quickly," You agree, laughing.

“Then I was released, and we went back home, and the brat thought she had to take care of me. She brought me food, let me choose channels on the TV. It was irritating! I wanted to go out and play on the street, but I couldn't because of the cast, and I got pretty upset. Then, one afternoon, I slept on the couch and Y/n took some pretty colored markers... What in her definition were pink, purple, and blue..."

"And they were pretty!" You object.

"And made thousands of little flowers all over my cast, to cheer me up." Your brother completes. Lorena burst out laughing and shakes her head, looking at you.

"Hoseok didn't come out of the house for weeks," You teel her. "And in my defense, I want to make it clear that I was only six years old."

“She was annoying at that age, and she still is today. And she was so cute too small... Not that it's much different now. She was always beautiful" Hoseok mumbles awkwardly. "I couldn't stay mad at her for more than two days. I never did."

Someone knocks on the door. You get up with your heart racing, but it isn't Namjoon. It's the nurse with a tray of medication. She jabs the syringe in the rubber of the serum plugged into Hoseok and turns off the lights, leaving them on just the sconces next to the door. Lorena pulls one of the chairs closer to the bed, but your brother doesn't like it.

"There's a son of mine in there, babe girl. You can go stretch out on the couch. I'm fine."

"But Hoseok..."

"Please, Lorena, you need to take care of our baby."

A little annoyed, she settles herself on the couch, and, perhaps because of the flush of adrenaline earlier or due to the variation of the pregnancy hormones, falls asleep in ten minutes.

You take the chair next to Hoseok and looks for a comfortable position, keeping your eyes locked on the hospital bed, to make sure he keeps breathing. The leather creaks under you, and Hoseok shoots you several slanted as you try to straighten yourself out. You shift position, folding your legs underneath you.

“Oh, for God's sake!" groans your brother, stretching out his good arm for you to get closer. "Come closer, but I'll throw you away if you drool on me."

You rest your head on his healthy shoulder. "To drool, I'd need to sleep, which won't happen, since you snort like a pig." But you don't move, you just stay there, still, leaning against your brother.

A few minutes later, he strokes your hair. “Thanks for taking care of her,” he murmurs. "Lorena freaks out easily."

“Not without reason. You did the right thing, Hoseok. You will be very happy together."

"I know. I love this woman. And... love you too."

You lift your head, eyes widening. "Oh my God! I'll get the doctor. You must have hit it hard with the head to get all mellow like that."

"Don't be an ass!" But he is smiling.

“I love you too, Hoseok.” And you snuggle even closer to him.

Okay, your brother isn't an idiot all the time.

You keep your eyes closed and end up smiling when, moments later, his snoring fills the room. You try to wait for Namjoon to come back, but tiredness gets the better of you and, when you open your eyes again, it is already day. Your brother is kind of leaning on the bed, having oatmeal feed in his mouth.

“Finally, Y/n,” Grandma say, taking another spoonful and feeding your brother's mouth. "You still sleep like a baby, you haven't even woken up with Vladimir's shouting."

"Leave her be, grandma," Hoseok says with his mouth full. "Y/n slept badly on that chair."

"You need to stop trying to protect your sister from everything, Hoseok. She has to learn to walk alone."

"I'm not protecting," he objects, making a face that makes you laugh.

He is fine and, right after breakfast, he is taken in for further examinations, whose results are more than encouraging. The doctor assures that the worst has already passed and that you can breathe a sigh of relief.

You are a little disappointed that Namjoon didn't keep his promise, but also relieved. You could imagine how your grandmother would dissect it.

"Did you see the accident in the cards?" You ask grandma during lunch at the cafeteria.

"No. Lorena called telling me. It was dawn. We got here when your friend was leaving."

"Namjoon? He returned? Oh, damn it! And saw me drooling over Hoseok? Why didn’t he wake me up?"

“He said you needed to rest. Was worried to see you all crooked in the chair, but I didn't want to disturb you. Hoseok didn't want too either. I spoke a little with him. That Namjoon of yours is a good boy." She bites her sandwich.

Shocked, you swallow a bite of your sandwich at some cost. “He's not mine. What did you talk about?"

"About you." She runs a delicate hand over her pale green skirt, getting rid of crumbs. Her bracelets jingle like bells.

"About what exactly, Grandma?" Oh please, not about the sharpie story. Please!

“He was just worried. Told me how you were after you found out about the accident, that you hadn't eaten much and made me promise that I would make you eat when you wake up. And I'm keeping my promise. Eat, darling."

You hesitate, looking at your grandmother expectantly. "You didn't say anything to him about what you saw in the cards, did you?"

"Of course not." But you aren't so sure, since one of the corners of her lips lift slightly.

The day goes by and, when you find yourself, the night is already pouring out its shadows outside. It is a blessing to hear your brother complaining that he wants to take a real shower and begging to be taken to the bathroom. Grandma is patient and explains, like a zealous mother, that he can't not stand up yet and that he will have to use the urinal. She will spend the night with Hoseok, as well as Lorena, so you were let go.

"But I have nothing to do at home," You object.

"Yes, you have. To sleep. You look like a zombie, Y/n,” Hoseok scoffs. "That was close. But it takes more than a bus and a van to send me from this to the better on. Go home, little sister."

"But I can't leave! You scared me to death, and I thought that I would lose you and..."

“Don't start fresh now." But he smiles. "You do have your life, and I'm fine. Grandma Cecilia will make sure I don't get out of this bed."

"I'm really going, even if it's by force, boy!" She speaks from within the bathroom, where she finished preparing, under the indignant protests of the nurses, a poultice of herbs for Hoseok's wounds.

"See? Besides, you look more broken than I do. That chair doesn't look very comfortable. You grumbled most of the night."

"I don't care about that, Hoseok."

“But I do, and so does Namjoon. He was worried about you. You know, I've been thinking, and I've come to the conclusion that he's not a bad guy. Talked a little with him this morning."

Ah, every woman's dream: her whole family talking to the guy with whom she had an affair while she is unconscious.

"It's just like you to say he's a nice guy, now that we are not together anymore."

"Oh, wait. I never said he's cool. Said he's not bad."

You roll your eyes. Hoseok shakes your hand.

“But I'm serious, little sister. I like the way he cares for you. He wants to protect you, and that's what every big brother wants."

"What did you talk about?" You want to know.

“About the accident, basically. Don't worry, I didn't scare the guy. Now go home and give me some peace of mind. I don't like to see you broken like this."

"Okay, I'll go. But tomorrow I'll be back, and you better get better, or I'll bring some plastic flowers to decorate all these pins."

"Call me as soon as you set foot home."

"Okay." You lean over him and kissed him on the cheek. "Good night, Hoseok. Get well."

You tense muscles throb begging for rest as soon as you park the car in front of your building. You drag yourself up the stairs, feeling the last drops of adrenaline disappear and exhaustion overtake. Cursing Sabrina at every step for choosing a building without an elevator. You call Lorena's phone from there, letting her know you are at home, and is relieved to hear, in the background, Hoseok arguing with grandma for some reason.

You almost cry with relief as you cross the long, wide hallway of the third floor in search of door 332. Your house has never felt more cozy. You have the key in your hand when the door behind you opens.

“Hi,” Namjoon says.

He is all dressed up—or dressed up enough for him—in jeans and Star Wars black t-shirt. He doesn't seem to have gotten out of bed or be about to go lay.

"Are you going out?" You ask.

"More or less." He closes the door behind him, trapping Yeotan inside. "How is Hoseok?"

"Fine thank God. He took new exams. He should be released tomorrow."

He nods, approaching. “I went to the hospital yesterday after I got out of the magazine, but it was late, and you were asleep."

“I heard." You opened the door but does not enter.

"I thought about going over there today or calling you, but I didn't want to get into family's matters. Since you didn't call me, I figured everything was fine."

“It was."

"That's good, I'm happy." But he doesn’t look happy, he looks... about to explode for some reason. And, in a way, he does. "What did you want say, Y/n?" he asks, distressed.

"What did I want to say when?" You ask cautiously. You aren't sure the content of the conversation he had with your grandmother or with your brother. His question could have a thousand meanings.

"There." He takes a folded sheet of paper from his back pocket, handing it to you. It is your printed email. That last one. And the words “I'm sorry” bounce off the page. “What do you regret, Y/n? To have met me? Have kicked me? Playing cat and mouse? what did you want to say?"

You close your eyes and takes a deep breath. "Namjoon, I have so much to tell you, to explain, but I'm exhausted, I need a shower, something to eat and..."

“Alright, I wait."

And with that, he pushes you into the house. Closing the door, Namjoon picks up your bag, throws it on the coffee table, and continues pushing you towards the bathroom.

"You mean you're going to wait here?" You ask, horrified.

“It's past time we have this conversation. I know your day was exhausting and... scary, but I'm going crazy, Y/n. Go take your bath, I will wait here."

"But Namjoon..."

"Please, Y/n! For pity, charity, or whatever you want to call it, take your shower, eat something, but talk to me." He runs his hand through his hair, takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes. Frustrated. Very Frustrated. "I know the timing is bad, but I need to understand what's going on, or…I'll freak out. One minute you want me, the next you say no. Say one thing, but do another. I've never met anyone so…incoherent. I need you to explain this game to me. Please!"

"I take a long time in the shower."

“I'll wait as long as it takes."

"Probably the hot water will make me limp and I'll end up snoozing while we talk,” You warn, hoping he will back away, and you can have this chat when you are aware of everything that is going to come out of your mouth.

"I'll take that risk."

A bit annoyed, you grab a pair of pajamas from the bedroom and goes to the bathroom. About fifteen minutes later, you are showered, your hair dripping on your back and skin flushed from the heat of the water and feeling sore in several points. You find Namjoon on the couch, legs apart, elbows on knees, hands clasped, fingers drumming impatiently. He examines you from head to toe before shifting his eyes to his own hands.

"I made you something to eat." He indicates the plate on the coffee table.

You examine the dubious-looking food. The orange juice is easy to identify, and you think that one day those scorched squares covered in bright red goo were slices of bread. You get emotional. It is the first time he cooks for you.

"Thank you, it looks delicious." You sit down and grab some toast. It's a little bitter, but the raspberry jam disguises the taste well.

“I'm terrible in the kitchen. Sorry." He gives you a sad smile. “You don't need to eat it. Want me to order a pizza?"

“No. I want the toast." You take another bite.

No man had ever bothered to cook you a meal. You will eat what he offers you even if it tastes like cardboard. Finally, you understand why Bea tolerates Taehyung's culinary experiences with that smile glued to her face.

“You look very tired."

"And I am." You take a few sips of juice under his determined gaze and go for the second toast.

Namjoon lets out a long breath and stands up. “Sorry, I… wasn't thinking straight. I think I can wait some hours longer. People talk about..."

"Wait." You wipe you mouth on the back of your hand and drinks the rest of the juice before taking a deep breath, building up courage. "Stay with me."

The confusion and surprise on his face makes you blush.

"Do you want me to spend the night here with you?" he asks cautiously.

You nod, wringing your fingers frantically. "I don't want to be alone and... you... calm me down, I feel more..."

“No need to explain, Y/n. I'll stay."

You let out a long sigh of relief. "Thanks."

After an embarrassing moment, in which the silence is broken only by the sound of your breathing, he asks, indicating the plate in front of me: " You're done?"

"Yea."

He stretches out his arm. "So, come. Let's go to bed."

A tremor reverberates through your body, but you accept the extended hand. Namjoon helps you put the mattress on the bed after you make sure nothing else drips from the ceiling. Then he takes the bucket to the laundry area. Meanwhile, you change the sheets. He returns at the moment you are getting ready to stretch the duvet over the mattress.

"I'll do it," he offers quickly.

He fumbles a little, but he stretches the piece until it is smooth and perfectly positioned on the mattress. Then he lifts one of the corners for you to lie down on. Once you are settled, he covers you. Then Namjoon rounds the bed, takes off his shoes and glasses, placing them on the nightstand, turns off the light, and lays down next to you, facing you.

"Come here, Y/n." He pulls you closer, hugging you. You bury your nose on his neck, feeling his delicious aroma permeate you, the heat from his body warms your cold skin. Namjoon blows out a breath with force a mixture of tenderness and frustration, and it makes your chest ache.

“Sorry,” You mutter into his neck.

"Because? For being honest?"

“I wasn't honest, I was immature. I was furious with you and ended up talking the first bullshit that crossed my mind. On Saturday I told you things that didn't want to say. And I'm sorry about that. Nothing I said is true. It is not anymore, at least. I just wanted to... hurt you, just like you had hurt me."

He moves away and you think he's going to leave you there, but he just reaches for the lamp. You blink at the unwanted light and takes a moment to adjust the view. When it goes back to normal, you find his face practically glued to yours. Namjoon looks exhausted too, but there is that expectation glowing in his brown irises.

"How so?" he asked, anxious and hopeful.

"I didn't like knowing that you and Delilah were alone in my grandmother's,” you confess, embarrassed. "I didn't like it at all, I was furious and... I went after you to find out what was going on. I entered the house through the kitchen, and I heard you talking about me. I heard everything."

"And by 'everything' you mean…" He stops, stiffening to your side, waiting for you to continue.

“I heard you tell her we were just friends. And when she asked if you wanted me, I also heard you saying... no."

He stares at you, stunned, and opens his mouth to speak, but you raise your hand in supplication and you rest it on his chest. “I didn't mean to spy… much." Your face burns. It would be so much better if he turned off that damn light. "I turned around and was on my way out when I tripped over something. And the rest of the story you already know. And, okay, Namjoon. I understood. You're not in the mood for commitment right now, and you're right. You just got out of a relationship, you shouldn't jump into another one that fast. But you care about me. And I know you enjoy being with me... part of the time, at least. And, you know, we don't have to assume a relationship, I mean, we can just..."

"Hey! Wait!" He interrupts you. “You're going too fast. I hurt you for saying I didn't want you, was that it?"

You look away from his shirt. Warm fingers touch and lift your chin, but still, you can't look at him.

"Look at me, Y/n."

You can't. You fear that looking into his eyes, they'd shine the way it always happens when you are this close, and with that you'll lose the logical reasoning and do something stupid. Like saying you are in love with him.

“Look at me, please. Look at me and tell me what you see."

Hesitantly, you dare to stare at his face for just two seconds before facing his shirt again.

“I see a handsome man,” you mutter.

"Is that so?" The surprise in his voice almost makes you laugh. "With glasses and everything?"

“Especially with them,” You admit. “You are the only man on the planet who manages to look good wearing that hideous thing. Well, you and Clark Kent, but since he doesn't exist..." He laughs, still holding your face.

“And what else do you see?" You peek again, ready to look away, but he stops you. “Don't run away, my angel. Look at me."

As soon as you lock eyes with him, you feel unable to escape. They are loving and, at the same time, contain something sinful, hot.

"What do you see, Y/n?" he insists.

“A beautiful man with incredible eyes,” You sigh.

"And what do you see inside them?"

"I-I think... tenderness."

He shows a half-smile. "What else?"

You swallow hard. “There's a good bit of madness too."

“That's right, angel." He caresses your cheek with his thumb the smile grows. “It's going very well. Please continue."

"L-looks like there's something burning inside them." And, oh they send sparks straight to your core.

“They burn. Every time I look at you. I know you've seen them like this before."

Helplessly, you nodded.

"So," he continues, "I'm here wondering how you can you think, for just a minute, that I don't want you?"

"I told you! I heard you saying that..."

"That I didn't want to own you!" He interrupts you. "I don't want that. I want to be your partner, your companion, to be everything to you, but I want you to stay with me because you chose. I want you to decide to belong to me, not to take possession, as if you were an object. I want you to want me just as sickly and crazily as I want you. And oh Y/n, believe me, I want you."

And with that, he brings his lips down to yours. Your hands are tangled in his hair, perhaps because it is strange to see them tamed like that, you don't know... The fact is that you need to hold him close to you, bring him closer, and the thought that you will never let him go again is so intense and determined that it scares you, takes your breath away, leaves you trembling.

Terrified by the idea, you try to release it, but your fingers rebel, and, when he nibbles your bottom lip and then slides his tongue inside your mouth, you give up and surrender to the kiss, to Namjoon, forgetting everything, who you are, where you are, what he is. All that matters is that he is kissing you, sucking your sanity with every caress, returning passion and tenderness with every movement.

“I don't want anyone else, Y/n. Only you,” he mutters into your mouth, rolling over you, his hand slowly moving up your belly.

"Oh, Namjoon!" You sigh under his lips. “Don't tell me that." You grab his shirt, twisting the fabric between your fingers to get rid of it. "Please, don't make me feel special like this."

The soft laughter against your skin shakes your already fragile common sense. Namjoon separates from you only to finish what you have started, taking off his t-shirt in one quick motion.

"You are special. I have no way to change that."

He kisses you again, threading his fingers through the hem of your shirt. You raise your arms in a brazen offer, and he accepts without hesitation. You've done this a few times before, and you know every curve and muscle well, every angle of that perfect body. But none of the times that you were together was this way, so sweet and so…disturbing. The fact Namjoon's not taking his eyes off yours is both intense and delicate, and it is hard not to catch what they are telling you.

He undresses you first, caressing you in the right places—and the wrong ones too, and even those feel right—before taking off his jeans. Naked your skin sticks to his, and you feel goosebumps starting on your toes and they go to the back of your head, bristling everything in their path. When he puts his body over yours, his muscles are taut, that part of him investigating, searching… You close your eyes, arching your hips to meet his wanting that union, which always makes you feel complete.

“Open your eyes, Y/n,” he whispers, not allowing you to reach him.

You obey immediately. He is serious, focused, and sexy as hell with his broad shoulders hovering over you. Looking up, taking in every feature of his beautiful face, you get lost when reaching his eyes. So, Namjoon moves precisely and bringing you together.

Slowly and deeply.

You resist the urge to squint and lose yourself in the sensations. Something greater than carnal pleasure is taking place there. He starts to move,

without ever taking his eyes from yours. Physical pleasure mixed with feelings, and something great, which starts in your chest and spreads through your whole body in seconds, it takes your breath away. The fire in Namjoon's face is the trigger, to decimate any trace of sanity in you.

He wraps an arm around your waist, lifting your hips a little. Hugging his neck, you try to keep yourself in place, as his thrusts grow stronger, longer, impossibly deeper, as if he is trying to merge with you forever. And, in a way, he is succeeding. You have the impression that you'll never be able to get Namjoon out of your heart again.

You stretch an arm across the sheets, looking for something to hold on to, in an attempt to keep yourself on the planet and in that bed. Since you feel you are taking off, and in any moment, you'll float towards infinity. A big warm hand captures yours, curling up the same way your bodies do. The long fingers press against yours, face twisted with pleasure and something else. His chestnuts eyes remain locked in yours, two glowing embers that invite you to enter and see his soul and everything that is going on inside him.

What you see there makes a myriad of emotions in you swell until it becomes greater than you, subjugating yourself. You pour it all out with a hoarse cry. Your lips are captured by Namjoon, as if he can't stand the idea that it would be lost in the air. He shudders, squeezing you tight, exploding inside you.

Namjoon let his head drop, burying it in your neck, breathing with difficulty, his fingers still laced with yours. With your free hand, you touch his soft hair, damp with sweat, and you wonder why you can't stay like this, with him in your arms, for, let's say, forever...

Oh yeah, because you haven't told him how you really feel.

“Namjoon,” You call, your voice still hoarse and your breathing ragged. "I think I... I'm... I didn't mean to, didn't plan, but I...” You swallow, not knowing how to finish the sentence.

“Alright, angel." Kissing your shoulder, he raises his torso and props himself up on one elbow, so his weight doesn't crush you and stare at you with eyes on fire. "I'm too. Much longer than I could realize."

"No, you're not!"

"No?" He laughs, his forehead creasing.

“Not like me. I... I lost all common sense! I can't think of anything else, just you and... Seriously, Namjoon! Don't smile like that!"

"Excuse me." He tries once, twice, but he is unable to stop himself. The huge smile, satisfied and somewhat amused, does not fade and seems to increase. “You look like a scared little girl."

"I'm scared! I've felt this way before, but…” You shake your head. "No, it was never like this, not with all this… madness. I..." You rub your face with your free hand and watch him.

He is just as confused as you are.

"Do you want to know why I broke that damn cup at my grandmother's house?" You continue, speaking quickly so as not to lose courage. "I didn't want to know your future. There, that's it. I didn't want to know what fate drew for you. I broke the cup because I couldn't bear to know that... that I wouldn't be part of it."

You avert your eyes to his broad neck. His pulse is still accelerated, chest still expanding with short breaths.

"Y/n, look at me." Reluctantly, you obey. The fun on his face giving way to seriousness. “If you let me, I'll make you happy. Very much. Not only

because you deserve it or because I want it more than anything else, but because I need to see you happy. It's like I depend on it to breathe." Two fingers run down your cheek. "You have no idea how much power you have over me Y/n. You may not be mine, but I am already yours, all yours. I choose you."

"Namjoon..."

"I'm not finished yet." He interrupts you, with a pleading expression in his face. “You don't know how helpless I felt in the flower episode. And before that, with that wedding invitation... It broke me in half to see you crushed on the stairs, curled up, as if you wanted to disappear. And the most painful, is that it made me realize how small and useless I am, when you received the phone call from your brother's accident. So scared, so hurt, so alone..." He closes his eyes, shaking his head. "I never want to see you like that again. I will never let anything hurt you like that again."

“How can you promise that?" You ask, stunned by the speed of the beats of your heart. "How can you promise something you can't control?"

“I can't stop bad things from happening. I know I can't protect you from the world, but I can and will be by your side no matter what. To bear your pain, listen to you if you need to, save you from a killer bouquet..."

You end up laughing, and he kisses your lips lightly.

"I really want to believe you, but I don't know if I can," You reveal. "You just got out of a relationship, and soon you'll realize..."

He stops you from continuing, putting his index finger on your lips. “I already realized, angel. Want you."

“So, you've forgiven me for the things I said on Saturday?" You ask with a sigh.

He takes your face in his hands, leaning in to kiss you, a splendid smile on his perfect mouth.

“I crawled into your bed without us talking anything out. What do you think?"

"That you don't know what you're doing." You yawn.

"Yes, I know. And I'll prove it to you until there's no doubt left in your beautiful little head. But now you need to sleep. You are almost shutting down." He rolls to the side and pulls you to him, until your back is against his chest.

“I'll never forget what you did for me yesterday." You lift your head for him to put his arm under it and lay on his biceps. "I will never forget how attentive and careful you were to me. As if I were to..."

He covers you with the sheet, kisses your neck and rests his head there.

"Too precious," he adds.

"That." You yaw again. “You said that once."

“And I'll say many more, since you don't hear what I say."

You don't remember fitting in someone else as well as you at that moment in Namjoon. It is like he is a lost part, an extension of you. And not only now, after satisfying your body and soul, but to really fit in, to be part of him and he of you, as if you are only one.

You don't have the strength for anything else, your eyes closed by their own, but a silly smile insist on curving your lips. You let out a satisfied sigh, and Namjoon chuckles softly in your ear.

“I love the way your body fits mine. You were made for me, Y/n,” he grumbles, echoing your thoughts.

A shiver makes you shrug your shoulders and press yourself even tighter against his hot chest. You are exhausted to the point of falling asleep, but before you wander off to the unconsciousness, you have to say something very important to him.

“I think I love you, Namjoon,” you whisper with your eyes closed.

The arms that hold you captive tighten even more, lips soft and warm touch the delicate skin behind your ear, the big hand looks for yours, his long fingers locked with yours, forming a tight knot.

“And I'm sure of it, angel,” he whispers in your ear.

You have every intention of asking what he means by that. if he is sure, you love him, or if he is sure he loves you, but the fatigue, physical and emotional, exhaustion speak louder. And you black out three seconds later.

The first time you wake up in Namjoon's arms is…warm. A muscular leg, resting on your hips, a hand is touching your left breast, chin resting lightly on top of your head. “Possession” is the word that crosses your mind.

You slip out of bed trying not to make any noise. Namjoon grumbles lightly and turns to the other side. So, you hurry to the bathroom, wearing his t-shirt on the way. You close the door carefully and almost scream at the sight of your reflection in the mirror. Your hair feels like a ball of yarn after having passed through the paws of a cat. Tufts pointing in all directions. There isn't a single strand in place. You abuse the water, trying to tame the hair and apply an absurd amount of cream to comb and kneaded the strands, which start to take shape.

You are just finishing brushing your teeth when the door swings open. Suddenly, and stumbling, naked, Namjoon scrambles across the cold floor.

“Good morning,” he grumbles, hugging you and kissing you lightly.

“Hi,” You grumble, smiling. “I didn't run away."

"You are very brave," he points proudly. "But that bed is very cold without you."

“I need to go to the hospital, Namjoon."

He presses his mouth to your forehead, then releases you.

"I know. I will take you." He stops in front of the toilet, lowers his head, and that unmistakable sound fills the room. Is he...?

Oh, he is. With you in there!

You are getting ready to sneak out, but he says: “I want to take you somewhere today. A party. If your brother is okay, will you agree to accompany me?"

He finishes what he is doing, flushes the toilet, and goes to the sink to wash his hands.

"What kind of party?" You ask, somewhat stunned.

“A family reunion, and I really want you to come with me. Which of theirs is yours?" He points to the cup with the toothbrushes on.

"The blue one."

He laughs.

“I don't even know why I asked." And unceremoniously takes possession of your toothbrush. You look at him, astonished at his lack of manners. Or excess of intimacy.

"What's it?" he asks with a mouth full of white foam.

"Nothing." You shake your head. You had more pressing matters to think about than Namjoon imposing himself that way. "This party... your parents are going to be there?"

"Eh." He spits, rinses his mouth, and dries it on the towel. Some lint stuck in the stubble. “My parents and some of their friends. It's their wedding anniversary. Thirty-eight years."

It's cool. It's ok to use the toilet with you in the bathroom and it's ok to use your toothbrush as if you are that close, but meeting his parents is asking too much.

“Oh… I don't know if it's a good idea."

"It is. Besides, if you don't go, I won't have anyone with less than sixty years to talk to."

“Namjoon, your parents will be there!"

"I thought I had already clarified that point." He laughs, slipping the shower door and turning on the shower.

"I'm talking about your parents! Those people who probably expect to see you with Alexia, your wife, not with me."

He shoots you an angry look. “For the last time, Y/n, Alexia was never my wife. and I would appreciate a lot if you didn't keep bringing someone else into our relationship all the time."

"But I can't..."

"Of course, you can." He stands in front of you, holding your wrists and lifting them over your head, then taking off your shirt.

"If I was able to survive a similar situation at your cousin's wedding, you will be too. Unless you don't want to go for another reason."

"What do you mean by that?"

"That you don't want to appear with me in public because you don't have the intention of having a serious relationship with me." He speaks all this in a jokingly tone, but the apprehension in his eyes is real.

"It's not that." You cringe. "But it's just that... meeting your parents is...too soon! You just came out of a..."

“Here you go again,” he huffs, stepping into the shower and putting his head under the water jet. "You forget you also just got out of a long relationship, and that's not why I keep reminding you all the time, nor I hide behind this excuse."

“It's different, Namjoon. Jimin and I didn't live together. We just dated. Nobody expected us to get married. Not even me. You and Alexia lived in the same house until last month."

“It's been two months. And stop changing the subject! do you want to go or not with me at this party?" He runs his hand through the dark mass of hair, small drops floated around him. A waterfall running down his scarred abdomen, creating amazing designs. It is difficult to tear your eyes away.

“My brother might need me,” You snapped, swallowing hard and licking your lips.

"He has Lorena and your grandmother. I think he can survive a night without you, but that's okay. Let's go to the hospital and then we'll see that. Now stop looking at me like that, or I'll end up wetting the whole bathroom. Come here, Y/n."

You take a step forward, but stop, placing your hands on your hips.

“Hey, you're not the boss around here, you know that? Not everything boils down to a simple, Come here, Y/n."

“Well, it works most of the time,” he jokes.

"Well, it's not working now," You lie.

"Oh, no?" He arches an eyebrow and smiles in that languid way that makes your heart perform acrobatics in your chest. When he speaks again, his voice is pure honey and velvet, like a siren's song. “Come here, angel."

Oh, god... You go.

Two hours later, Namjoon and you had breakfast at the bakery across the street and you went to the hospital.

You hand over the suitcase with some changes of clothes and snacks you have prepared for Lorena. She enthusiastically thanks you. The reason for such euphoria is Hoseok's visible improvement. You find him already sitting on the bed, doodling on a pad. his face flushed, the bruises no longer contrasting with his skin so much, looking like the old Hoseok again, only with his leg stuck in a horrible cage. He smiles when he sees you, showing his chipped tooth.

"Shouldn't you be lying there moaning and complaining about the cruelty of the nurses?" You scoff.

He laughs. "I think so, but I'm too happy to sulk." Hoseok looks away glancing at the bathroom door where Lorena closed herself for a quick shower. "The doctor says I'll be able to leave today at the end of the day, at the latest tomorrow. There's nothing wrong with my head."

“Out of the usual, you mean."

"Hey dude?" He smiles at Namjoon. "I didn't think I'd see you here again."

"I wanted to stop by to see how you are doing." Namjoon pushes the glasses up with his index. "In case you get sick, and I have to hold you, those kinds of things."

��I knew you were going to fall in love with me, it was that punch, wasn't it? That made you fall for me?" He points the chair for Namjoon to settle in. He sits up, stretching his legs, crossing his ankles.

Lorena comes out of the bathroom at the same moment and looks at Hoseok sideways.

"You're not going to fight with your sister's boyfriend again, huh, Hoseok." She warns.

“Number one,” he begins, “Namjoon is not Y/n's boyfriend. Number two, I hit Jimin's ass because he needed someone to teach him not to make my sister cry. Number three, I'm the big brother. I don't need an excuse to kick any guy who plays my little sister." And with that, he raises an eyebrow, glaring at Namjoon.

Namjoon manages a smile and nods once, as if in agreement with Hoseok. You roll your eyes.

“What do you have, Y/n?" Hoseok asks.

"I? Nothing, why?"

He's studying you intently, frowning. Oh, damn, why did everyone decide to stare at you? Isn't it enough that Namjoon, does it?

"Yes, you do. You're different. It looks... I don't know, like you're glowing."

“It's the new shampoo,” you say without blinking.

You brother narrows his eyes. "What made you so happy?"

“If you had hair like mine, you'd understand."

Lorena covers her mouth with her hand, trying—and failing—to hide her laughter. Hoseok looks at her and back at you, then finally at Namjoon, who looks oblivious and keeps all his attention on your scorching face.

Hoseok frowns.

“You are going at my sister again, you son of a bitch?" he spits at Namjoon.

"Hoseok!" You yell, offended.

"I'm not going at your sister," Namjoon explains quietly, before Hoseok continues with his big brother attack. "I am trying to convince her to date me."

"What?" Hoseok's eyes widen, glaring at you. "How are you trying to convince? Are you playing the guy, Y/n? What's wrong with him, huh?"

"Hobi!" You moan again, blushing even more.

And what about you be playing Namjoon? You barely made up. And at no point he brought up the dating topic. How can you be sure if he really wants it or is he just saying what your stubborn brother wants to hear?

"The guy's not bad," Hoseok goes on. "I think he might be a good boyfriend for you. I don't want my sister doing naughty things around. Why the hell don't you want to date the guy when he wants to date you?"

“Oh, I also want to know. You match so much!" Lorena grumbles by your side. And you stare at her, the word “traitor” glowing neon on your forehead.

"I wouldn't mind hearing the answer." Namjoon clasps his hands behind his head, relaxed and satisfied. “I even invited your sister to meet my parents today, but she refused, made a thousand excuses."

You glare at him. “I'm going to kill you,” You warn Namjoon.

"No, you won't," Hoseok interjects. "You're going to meet the guy's parents today and, end of story. Or am I going to tell Namjoon some pretty embarrassing stories about you."

"You wouldn't dare..."

"Let me see, where do I start..." Your brother drums his fingers on his chin. "Oh! I remember a good one. Listen to this Namjoon, when Y/n was six, she swallowed one of my marbles. Of course, she didn't tell anyone at the time, until she started to turn purple, and I had to turn her upside down to unmount, only she had just finished lunch and when I squeezed her belly..."

"Cool! He wins!" You jumped off the couch. "I will go! I will meet the parents of my boyfriend. Now shut up, Hoseok, or you'll end up staying in the hospital for at least another week!"

"Excellent!" Hoseok flashes an idiotic smile, but turns his attention back to Namjoon, who just gives you a very satisfied nod.

You are going to kill them both!

"So, when I squeezed her belly," Hoseok continues, "the little marble flew far away, only that with it came a jet of pasta, which washed the carpet of the living room. She looked like the Exorcist's girl. I thought that the goo wouldn't ever stop to come out."

You drop onto the couch, burying your face in your hands.

"I hate you, Hoseok!"

“I know, little sister. Oh, and there's the pens too. This is best..."

Hoseok continues telling the embarrassing moments of your life, including some that you would rather die than remember, like when you were in sixth grade and was caught in the staff room trying to figure out the questions of the physics test. You always hated physics.

Namjoon laughs so hard he actually slumps in his chair. You are relieved to see the nurse comes in to bathe Hoseok. You are about to leave the room, but he calls you back.

“I don't want you to stay here. Grandma must be arriving. It's no use stay here,” he adds when you try to protest. "You were so shaken yesterday, and Namjoon seems to do you good. You will have fun. I won't go anywhere. Also, soon they will ask you all to leave anyway. I'm very much alive. In fact, I'd rather if you didn't stay too long in here. There are so many bacteria and viruses in the air, you could end up sick."

Your brother could have all the flaws in the world, but no one ever can accuse him of not having a big heart. He always worries about you, you think even more than your father. Hoseok will be a wonderful father, you are sure of it.

"I'm not five years old anymore, Hoseok," you said excitedly. "I don't get sick for nothing."

"For me you will always be five years old. Now get out of here. Go have fun, but if you need help, you know..."

"There will be a payback, do you hear?" You point a finger at him. "I won't forget the humiliation of today."

He rolls his eyes. "Humiliation? I did you a favor! Now Namjoon already knows the worst of your story, and if he's still here, it's because he fucking likes you. Oh! Don't you get drunk and embarrass me, huh?" He winks.

"Don't you hate not being an only child?" You ask Namjoon as soon as you join him outside the room.

He laughs. "Only when Bea is around. We can go?"

You nod and he puts his arm around your shoulder, leading you down the hall towards the elevator.

"Let's go home," he announces. “You're going to need to get some clothes."

"And then we'll trade your motorcycle for my car, shall we?"

"Of course not. Part of the fun is there, angel. I will transform your wish into reality."

You look at him, suspiciously.

“I don't remember saying I wanted to die at twenty-five."

“And you won't." He laughs and plants a kiss on your lips. "You are going to fly."

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MCM Shelf Saga

Part 1 - Introduction, Commencing Stripping Hell

Spring has come, which can only mean one thing. It's time for another furniture refinishing project.

So you might remember this chair I've refinished before, and you might remember how I mentioned in the backstory of that post that my late mother had painted three pieces of furniture (a chair, a desk and a shelf) in matching colors, the three having been left to collect dust in one of our attic closets for the past few decades.

Indeed, this is one of the three furniture pieces, and just like with the chair, I ain't keeping it if it looks like that. It's either getting refinished or yeeted, and since I don't want to waste perfectly good furniture, it's the former. And since the weather now allows it, it's time for me to get started on working on this beast of a project.

Now there's actually two things I had to do before I could begin this project. Step one was disassemble the entire unit because, TL:DR; we could not move it out of the tiny ass closet without either moving a fuck ton of furniture and storaged items out of the way and maybe break something while hauling this outside, OR just disassemble it 'cause it needed to get dissambled anyways.

So, with dad's help we did just that (with relative success, we did have to break some of the original screws because they had dug into the wood and made disassembly impossible otherwise, but it's fine that hardware can be replaced) and brought it to the patio where I can work on it.

The other thing I had to do was actually quickly check if the shelf was safe for me to work on. If you want more info you can read the chair post but long story short, I was worried there could be toxic car paint under this paint layer and if there was, I was going to refuse to refinish this piece. But all I did was gently sand some paint off a shelf to see what was underneath and it was wood so! Safe it is!

So this is probably somekinda MCM shelf, the style looks like it and the color of the wood could suggest it. The main unit of it is made of just veneered chipboard but hey, it's vintage chipboard, and there's nothing wrong with it, so it's still worth giving a second (a third?) life to

Didn't take a photo of it with the drawers and the sliding door still inside but I doubt that matters. Parts of the inside of the unit did get painted over which is. Not great for me, but it is what it is

Intrestingly, the sides of the shelf (that make both the feet of the unit as well as where the shelves hook onto) seem to have been black originally, as the inside facing parts never got painted over. Meanwhile the main unit has some veneer damage right where the sides were... Like it's not great but since that part does get completely covered it's not a huge deal

And the shelves of the shelf. As you can see, I did a quick test on them to see what was under the paint and it looked safe to work on

So I actually kinda started by testing my paint removal methods on one of the shelves. When I did the above check up, I noticed the paint was quite hard to just sand through, so just sanding it didn't seem like a great option. I did also soon discover the paint was quite hard to scrape.

Now, I did't want to use paint stripper since it causes me that severe nausea, so I decided to try out a hot air gun to remove it. And it did work! However

First off I just wasn't excited about using electricity 'cause. Energy crisis. Y'know. Shit's expensive.

While it worked it wasn't super effective? It might've been just poor technique on my part but I felt like I had to stand there blowing hot air onto the paint for a long time for it to start reacting before quickly sweeping in to scrape a tiny section clean before starting again on another tiny tiny section

And the main thing... Under the paint there seemed to be an old finish of some kind. Probably a poly coat, IDK. But I was getting worried of how it was reacting to the heat. Like. IDK I was worried it might melt and damage the wood or something

So. I had to go crawling back to the paint stripper. Because in the end, it felt like the safest option for me to use (nausea aside). From the chair project I knew it would be able to remove the paint easily and knowing this whole thing has a lot of thin veneer all over it, it'd probably be the best way for me to ensure I didn't damage the veneer too much.

Goop time it is

I did one coat of paint stripper and let it sit over night (plastic wrapped so it wouldn't dry out)

Here's what the sides were looking like after one round of paint stripper. It really wasn't going to be enough so what I ended up doing was that I applied another coat of paint to the top and let it do it's thing for like an hour (while I was walking my cat), before coming back. I then did another round of stripper on both sides while I finished removing the paint residue from the top

So here's what two rounds of paint stripper did to the top, as well as one round to the inside bits. It seems like the paint may have permanently strained parts of the inside where the wood was raw as it did not want to come off at all, though fortunately the worst parts are the parts that'll end up getting covered by the drawers so it could be worse

Now the paint stripper did not make the old finish come off the main unit really. It did soften it, but that didn't make it easier to remove, it made it just kinda goopy and unpleasant to remove but, since I had no other choise, I kept on going at it and scraped it away along with the remaining paint residue

After I finished working on the top I went back to remove the rest of the paint from the sides and the old finish. Eventually getting to this point

The veneer is not in great shape, there seems to be some possible water damage marks on the wood (possibly from the stripper??) OR there might be just more of the old finish there that I haven't managed to remove yet

The veneer is super thin. I could keep on scraping and sanding it, but I'm just really afraid I might go through the veneer and do some really bad damage, so... I kinda wan tto try using oxalic acid first. If there's water stains, the acid should be able to remove the stains, meaning there's less sanding for me to do in general and less of a chance of me sanding through that veneer.

But I don't have oxalic acid at the moment, and I kinda wanna finish stripping the paint off from the entire unit first, so this first part is coming to an unsatisfying end.

The main unit has been put to the side while I finish stripping the rest of the unit, starting with the drawer fronts!

((Sidenote: I am planning on staining the wood dark/black so the stains aren't super worrysome for me, the dark stain would end up hiding most of them I'm sure))

Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 (Finale)

#Refinish Diary #Mine #furniture refinishing #furniture restoration #mcm furniture #This was not gonna be a multiparter but I remember Tumblr has max 30 images per post #And I was already at like 20 so. Guess it's gonna be a multiparter #For the record I started working on this in mid April and haven't worked on it since #I realized I needed to get yard work done and so like. When the weather's been nice I've done yard work #So much yard work #And when it's been ass I haven't bothered to lift a finger #I'll get back to it soon I swear there's just a little more yard work for me to do!!#And I just wanna do this when the weather is nice!! Leave me alone!!#I can't have the shelf pieces blocking the patio entrance anyways so I need to finish it sooner than later #It'd be nice to use the patio as a patio and not as a DIY space lmao

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lfnr-blog-blog-blog · 2 years

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Stuffies and Stitches

Pairing | Bucky x disabled reader

Warnings | Injuries, wheelchair, lack of mobility, car accident (non graphic minor), fluff

W/C | About 700

Summary | After a long week Bucky gives you love.

A/N | This was written for Eun's 5K follower challenge. Congrats so much my love!!! I can't wait to see everything that people write! @dadplease thank you to @lunarbuck for betaing for me :)

Your shitty afternoon had only gotten worse after a crappy treatment, and getting bumped by a car in the parking lot of the hospital. The accident had ruined your custom wheelchair, your bag, and your treatment friend. You had retreated to your back up chair, clunky and uncomfortable, while your wheelchair company had your custom for repairs. Two weeks, two weeks without your chair, while the chair was completely rebuilt. Two weeks of pain and limited mobility because your old wheelchair didn't fit in your home, and you were unable to transport it by yourself. Not only had your chair been ruined, your favorite stuffie had been in your bag, your little friend for the treatments that Bucky couldn't take you to.

After finally getting home from the hospital ER, where you were taken after getting hit by the car, you see a text from Bucky.

Bucky :off the mission ;):

Little Doll :Hey, can you come over please?:

Bucky :I would love to Doll! :) :

Bucky arrives, bringing the rain from outside in. “Hey Doll, I brought some food so we don’t have to cook.” He steps into the living room, noticing that there is no wheelchair to be found. Coming over to kneel in front of you, then noticing the bandages, on your arm, forehead, and cheek. “Doll, what happened?” You start to cry. The cut on your face and its stitches start to sting.

“Oh Bucky, I ruined my stuffie. I am so sorry, you, you just gots it for me and I ruined it.” You say, barely able to get the whole sentence out without breaking into more tears. He scoops you into his arms, pulling you both onto the couch and letting you sob. Whispering reassurances in your ear while rubbing your back until you get calmed down.

Once you stop crying, letting all the emotions out of you, all the stress and fear from the day, Bucky asks. “Okay Doll. Tell me what happened.”

You start from the very beginning explaining how treatment made you sick, then going out to your car, someone's car slipped in the rain and just barely hit you and your wheelchair, ruining your chair. Recounting the trip to the ER and discovering that your bag had been ruined and your chair needed extensive repairs. You tell him just how stressed out you are about the bills and the cost to repair your chair.

“I wish you would have called. I would have come and got you. We will figure out your chair, and the costs. I will make sure you are taken care of until your new chair comes.” You curl into him a little more, nodding into his chest, letting his warmth take you to a land of sleep, somewhere the pain is nothing more than a memory.

You wake up in the morning in your bed, his warmth behind you. Cuddling yourself into him a little more, searching the bed half asleep for you stuffie. “Bucky my stuffie.” You start, tears filling your eyes once again. Bucky starts to shush you, kissing behind your ear.

“It’s okay Doll, let’s take the day and go get you a new stuffie.” You nod, letting him get out of the bed, heading to the bathroom to shower and then help you get ready.

Bucky pushes you in the wheelchair, heading to the closest Build-a-Bear, children running around you and squealing, their happiness apparent. Your first stop is to replace your backpack and its contents.

Then the happiness sets in, going into the Build-a-Bear. Bucky helps you, pushing you back and forth along the wall of unstuffed animals letting you go back and forth in deciding between the mint colored bear and the pink axolotl, when Bucky finds a mint colored axolotl, that you fall in love with instantly.

You take the stuffie to the next station, picking out sounds and smells for it to have, Bucky recording his voice saying “I love you Doll.” You head to the stuffing station and squish it till it is perfectly soft for you, and then take it to find a cute new outfit. Finally naming it and getting a box to put it in, when Bucky pays.

“Thank you Buck. This has made a bad week better and I always love spending time with you. I love love love you.” The two of you head on your way, one new stuffed animal, and big smiles on your faces.

#bucky barns x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes x disabled!reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x sick!reader #bucky fanfic #dadplease 5k submission #stuffies #plushies

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cades-outsider · 3 years

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Robby Keene X Reader *SMUT*

Warnings: FILTHY SMUT! Choking! Rope! Just FILTHY! Season 3 Robby!

Here’s a edit to go with the one-shot pretty much! Made by me!

Birthday Wish

Your birthday was coming soon, well in less than a couple hours. You weren't to happy to say the least, for some reason you never liked your birthday. You didn't know why but it was just I guess a normal thing for you.

Not many people knew when your birthday, the only people that knew were Miguel which is your best friend since birth, Johnny, and you're parents.

Even Robby your lovely boyfriend didn't know, you just didn't feel it were to important. Johnny found out when your birthday was by accident from Miguel as he had slipped it out.

You obviously couldn't stay mad at Miguel so when he apologized you let it go. Anyways, it was just another day at school with boring students and boring teachers. But thankfully it was lunchtime so no annoying work or teachers for 45 minutes.

You sat at a table with Miguel, Hawk, Demetri, and your boyfriend Robby. Both Hawk and Demetri left for some project due that Hawk kept complaining about; saying it was nerd sh*t.

You picked at your dry frys on your plate until Miguel struck up a conversation "hey Y/n what are you planning on doing for your birthday in a few hours?" He questions interested.

You look towards Miguel "nothing, I'm pro happy just going to sleep and eat" You say bluntly until Robby buts in.

"Wait, babe it's your birthday? Why didn't you tell me?" He questions confused, as he furrows his brows together.

You look at Robby "what? It's not a big deal. I don't worry with it anyways" you say honestly.

"Baby it's your birthday, it's a big deal, at least to me... well now anyways" Robby states honestly.

He looks around for a bit before biting his bottom lip and pressing his lips to your in a quick kiss before getting up "where are you going?" You question as he walks to the exit discreetly.

"You'll see when I pick you up later!" He says as he walks out of the exit back door.

You turn back confused to Miguel "did he just leave in the middle of lunch?" You question awestruck.

"I think so..." Miguel says also awestruck.

You giggle to yourself slightly as you continue lunch. The time went to pretty slowly, without Robby here it wasn't interesting nor was it fun.

Soon after what felt like a life time the bell ring indicating for the students to leave, you happily leaped out of your seat and headed towards your car only to be greeted with Robby holding a huge bear that sat on the hood of your car as you walked towards him.

"What's this for?" You question.

Robby smirks "this is part of your preset for today" he says as he picks it up and hands it to you.

"He's all yours" He says crossing his arms with the same smirk on his face as he watched your facial expressions.

You smile brightly "Robby I love him! Can we name him Snuffles?" You question excitedly.

Robby chuckles "he's yours princess, you can name him whatever you wish. But Snuffles is cute" He puts in.

"Thank you baby" You smile bashfully as you sit the bear back on the hood of the car to press a kiss against Robby's lips.

He smiles at the gesture as he leads you to the passengers side with your bear of course, he opens the door for you and closes it once you enter.

He runs to the passenger side and slides in, he pulls your keys out of his pocket showing them to you with a smirk on his lips you gasp "you sneaky b*tch" you giggle.

He chuckles and cranks the car up, arriving at your destination a few moments later.

Robby gets out of the car, walks over to your side and opens the door for you as you hold the bear in one hand getting out.

"Alright so I want you to put this on" He says taking a blind fold out of the back of his pocket before gently tying it around your head, covering your eyes.

He grabs your waist and leads you into your house, up the stairs and to your room. Your parents weren't home and seeing as you told them you didn't like your birthday they accepted your wishes and let it go: plus they were working late which really worked out.

Robby closed the door behind him and runs over to the curtains dimming them a little with a red blanket to illuminate the color red.

He grabs the bear from your hands and sets it in your office chair at your desk, he places one hand on your neck and one hand on your cheek pulling you in for a passionate kiss.

Slowly he pulls away, letting your lips linger slightly. He moves one hand from your cheek, keeping the other on your neck gently and wraps his hand in a piece of your hair before pulling it gently and placing another heated kiss to your lips causing you to let out a breathy but desperate moan.

"What's all of this?" You question breathlessly as he pulls away from the kiss.

"This is your birthday present silly" He smirks as he tugs the blind fold off letting you see the room.

The bed being covers in roses, a small bag on the side of the bed and the light from the sun illuminating off of the red blanket making a red effect setting the mood more.

Robby lifts your chin up with his pointer finger "now be a good girl and lay on the bed for me" He says sweetly, but dominating at the same time causing your breath to hitch.

You kick your shoes off and climb onto the bed, Robby walks over to you and climbs onto the bed pushing some roses out of the way as you lay down completely.

"You're so beautiful" He smiles, running a finger down your face stopping at your bottom lip tugging it down a little.

He presses small kisses to your neck making sure to breathe on your neck a little causing goosebumps to arise on your skin.

He trails kissed along your neck, the middle of your breasts, until he reaches your stomach lifting your shirt slightly.

He trails his eyes back up to meet your turned on ones, "can I remove these?" Robby asks tugging on your jeans.

You nod your head to in the moment "yes please" You mumble slightly causing him to smile as he unbuttons the buttons and starts tugging them down.

He pulls them all the way off and throws them on the ground, placing both of his hands on your hips he places a kiss on your covered core.

You moan slightly at the little amount friction causing Robby to smirk as he tugs on your underwear pulling them all the way off.

You felt your skin getting hot and started to pant so you pull off your shirt and tank top to reveal your black bra.

"So beautiful" Robby hums as he places a kiss on your clit slightly.

Finally he decides to stop the torture and flick his tongue against your clit a few times while maintaining eye contact.

"Oh my-" You moan obviously aroused by his actions.

Robby swirls his tongue against your clit a few times before sucking slowly causing you to arch your back.

You run your hands through his now shortish but still long hair as he continues to suck and nibble gently at your clit.

Your hips start rocking back and forth against his mouth causing him to smirk as he hooks one arm around your waist while he runs his middle finger teasing your pussy as he slowly enters his middle finger causing you to moan.

"Robby..." You whine out as he continues to flick his tongue against your clit not holding back on the assault.

He maintains eyes contact as he pulls at your clit sucking firmer causing your high to spark. "Oh~" You whimper as your hips rock faster against his mouth indicating that you were getting closer.

He slips in his ring finger which actually had a ring on it, the cold metal causing your to jump but moan as well, he had no idea how hot he could be.

"F*ck!" You yell as both of your hands go to gripping the sheets as you rock your hips more against his tongue that laps circles around your clit not missing a spot.

"I'm gonna cu-" You barley have time to make out as your high over flows you causing you to cum on Robbys lips and tongue.

He rides out your high but doesn't stop causing your hips to jerk, being overstimulated "Robby I-I" You try to get out but overstimulation stops you from doing so.

He replaces his mouth with his thumb finger rubbing circles viciously "I'm not stopping until you cum on my tongue again" He moans replacing his thumb with his lips.

"Oahu~" you whimper out as you were sensitive.

He pushes his fingers in your core hitting your G-spot causing you to moan "you're so wet for me Y/n, look at you got my fingers all drenched in your cum-" Robby says seductively as he continues to suck on your clit.

You throw your head back at the dirty talk which always made you cave, "you're doing so good- does that feel good princess?" He hums keeping eye contact as he thrusts his fingers in and out harder while sucking on your clit.

"Oh my yes! Robby amazing!" You try to form a correct sentence.

You felt every lick, nibble and suck aware of every touch as your body was on high alert it didn't take long for you to cum again seeing as he didn't stop once after your first.

Once you came for the second time Robby licked and swallowed every bit moaning at your taste "you taste delightful" He smirks as he sucks off his two fingers.

He crawls back to you pressing his lips against yours and wrapping his hand gently around your throat, kissing you with full passion as you taste yourself on his tongue.

He parts the kiss only to press more into your neck sucking slightly, creating small hickeys all over your neck and breasts.

You flip Robby over which surprisingly he lets you do as you tug off his shirt to reveal his toned body, you press small kisses all over his neck moving down to his stomach as you go to unbuckle his pants, ready to go down on him but he stops you.

You look up at him with doe eyes as he grabbed your hand "no princess today is all about you" Robby says as he flips you back over.

You nod gently as he gets on his knees and tugs off his pants along with his boxers throwing them off the bed.

His hard on slaps against his stomach causing your eyes to widen, for you to have not gotten to give him any friction he sure was hard-.

Robby grabs your thighs parting them as he sets himself in the middle rubbing his cock along your swollen clit causing you to moan.

He places the tip of his cock at your entrance but looks at you for confrontation, you nod your head fast "please- I want your cock" You whimper, being turned on completely changed your care button.

Robby smirks slightly at this as he slowly slides his cock into your pussy, whimper slightly as he feels your tight walls caving in on his cock.

"F*ck you're so tight-" He praises as he rubs your thighs staying still but moving slightly so he wouldn't hurt you.

"Oh my-" Your eyes roll back into your head at the pleasure of how his cock stretches you out.

Robby continues with a slow and sweet pace, you rock your hips against his cock tired of the slow pace "faster please" You whimper out.

Robby smirks and grabs the bag that was on your table opening it and pulling out a rope, your eyes widen as he tilts his head asking if it was okay to which you nod, your eyes shinning as you were excited.

He grabs both of your hands and ties them together before tying them to the bed post, Robby grips your hips and slams his cock into your pussy causing you to moan loudly as you tug on the rope it not even budging.

Your mouth opens wide as your eyes roll back as he lifts up your hips and repeatedly slams his cock into your pussy hitting your sweet spot over and over again.

"Robby!-" you moan you as his cock continues to hit all the right angles.

His pace never slows, in fact he goes even faster and deeper with each thrust that you didn’t even know was possible. The bed post hitting the wall furiously as he continues to hit your sweet spot.

"Yeah? Does that feel good~?" He asks breathlessly as sweat starts running down your body’s.

You nod your head furiously not being able to speak, adding more pleasure Robby rubs your clit with the pads of his thumb: his thumb ring rubbing against your clit causing you to arch your back.

You felt even more overstimulated as you tried to squirm your way out, but it was nearly impossible with both his tight grip and the rope holding you back.

Robby grabs the top of your bra and flips it over as he continues his vigorous thrusts, both your breasts being exposed causing you to moan as Robby flicks the perky bud with his other thumb.

His cock continues to stretch you out as he hits your g-spot repeatedly, his left hand wraps around your throat slightly as he continues to pound you into another dimension.

Robby’s cock begins to twitch inside you indicating that he was close, as your walls continue to pulsate around him indicating that you were also close.

"Robby~ I’m so close~" You whimper simultaneously rolling your hips against his cock that continues to f*ck you until your shaking.

"Yeah?~ be a good girl and cum on my cock for me yeah~" Robby says seductively as his cock thrusts into you faster which you thought was impossible by now.

Robby’s hips started to burn as his cock started to twitch, the tip burning with anticipation as you finally cum around his cock at his words, your eyes closed shut as your mouth falls open small moans falling out.

Robby thrusts slow as he lets you ride out your high as much as he could before pulling out and cumming on your pussy slowly rubbing his cock against your sensitive bud initiating his high more.

Both of you take a breather as he sucks off his thumb that was soaked with your juices keeping eye contact as he moans against his finger- addicted to your intoxicating taste.

You practically melt at that action, as Robby gently undoes the knot releasing your hands. He throws it to the side and bends down connecting his lips onto yours.

His cock resting on your numb pussy as he does so, you moan into the kiss running your hand through his soft locks. Soon you both pull away catching your breaths.

"Gosh Robby that was amazing" You simp.

Robby smirks as he rests his head on your chest pressing a small kiss to your breasts "I’m glad you liked it"

"Liked it? Robby I loved it~" You chuckle slightly.

"Good because I bought us dinner as well" He smiles softly.

Don’t you just love a man that can blow your back out and feed you after?

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This requested by @peachymelon69 for her birthday! Happy birthday!!!

#wattpad #robby keene #cobra kai #cobra kai imagine #cobra kai x reader #eli moskowitz x reader #hawk #tiktok #x reader #masterlist #cobra kai smut #smut x reader #smut #robbykeene #robby keene imagine #robby keene x reader #filthy

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knickynoo · 2 years

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I saw a edgy BTTF theory where Lone Pine Doc sent Lone Pines Marty to the big crunch/ end of the universe instead of to the same period of Twin Pines Marty went to so a) he couldn't fuck with the past b) there wouldn't be 2 Marty's running around c) the Marty he knew in the past would have a place to slide right in when he got back to the present.

I don't like it but it has never left my head because I have allways wanted to know what Lone Pines Marty did! No way he did the same thing Twin Pines Marty did because he didn't have the same info about his family that Twin Pines Marty had.

I've seen that same theory float around for years now, and I don't like it either. The whole, "well Doc had to do something to get rid of Lone Pine Marty, so he probably sent him suuuupperr far into the future or rigged the DeLorean to kill him" take is one that really does not sit well with me. For obvious reasons.

I think the general consensus in the fandom is that the whole thing is a casual loop. As in, Our Marty sets off all the time travel shenanigans, has his 1955 adventure, then returns to the mall where he watches his other self travel back to 1955--where Lone Pine Marty will proceed to have the exact same adventure. And it just sort of keeps looping like that? Which I guess does make sense considering Marty returns to '55 in part II and sees his other self in the car with Lorraine at the dance. And that would be Lone Pine Marty, would it not? But like...there's also only technically 1 Marty. Meaning Lone Pine Marty isn't displaced or sent to some other timeline or something...he's just. Marty. Our Marty may not have the memories of the updated timeline, but the agreement seems to be that he is in fact the same guy. Somehow. Idk, it confuses me too, but the alternative is a reality in which Lone Pine Marty is lost somewhere in time or murdered, so....

(Also I think the BTTF comic that addresses this concept even lands on a similar conclusion? That Twin Pines Marty didn't "get rid of" or "replace" the real one. There only ever was one Marty no matter the timeline or his memories.)

It's funny, because that comic contains an introduction by Bob Gale, where he mentions filming that second parking lot scene and how this same question came up. I don't have the comic in front of me right now, but it was something along the lines of: they were filming the scene where Marty watches his past self get into the DeLorean and drive away, and someone on the set asked where that Marty was going/if he was even the same Marty. And I think Gale's response was basically, Hmm, no clue. Because every answer he came up with spiraled into paradoxes and further complicated things.

I'm personally torn on the issue because on the one hand: Lone Pine Marty was raised under completely different circumstances. He should absolutely be distinct from the Marty we follow, because environment plays a big role in shaping a person. He's got a more stable, tighter knit family. He's had a wider range of opportunities given to him due to his family having more money. He's been nurtured and supported and loved in a way that Twin Pines Marty wasn't. Pretty sure that would impact his decisions in 1955 once he's sent back there.

BUT! On the other hand: The two Martys theory makes me sad. I don't want there to be a Marty somewhere out there, lost and alone and having been replaced by our Marty. So I'll continue on with the "there is only one Marty" theory. Plus, I mean, it's pretty telling that Marty's rooms in both timelines are completely the same, despite the rest of the house having changed. Everything, down to the placement of his guitar and candy bars on the nightstand and photos on the wall is in the same place. I think the only thing that changes are the curtain colors. Which tells me that Marty is simply Marty...making the same choices and having the same personality no matter where he grew up. Which is comforting, I suppose.

It's fun to speculate and come up with theories about these things since there's so much room to play with. Thanks for the ask!

#asks #back to the future #bttf #marty mcfly #in my fics i stick with the singular marty theory #otherwise ''Harborage'' would've been a whole lot darker lol #also i did not expect to write this much

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erensproudsimp · 3 years

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Celestial

Armin Arlert x reader

⚠ Sexual Content Ahead ⚠

Content Warnings: sort of public sex?, Cunnilingus, vanilla sex, masturbation, a lil bit of fluff too

Summary: A date with Armin at his family owned theater, Armin makes you feel like the luckiest girl alive. *cough*y'all bang too*cough*

word count:3.4k

Also, fanart is by atosaido on insta.

Gazing at the sunset at the horizon spreading its rich hues of red blended with orange, purple and cimsons into the grateful sky when you heard your phone chime. The name on the notification itself was enough to pull the corners of your mouth into a smile. Gently you placed the book that you were reading on the table to grab your phone and unlocked it to see the message. It was from your boyfriend, Armin. Your heart swelled reading the contents. Armin requested you to get ready for a date that he was coming to fetch you in like an hour, however he didn't mention where he'd be taking you. Not giving yourself a chance to try to assume the location, you looked at the time. It was currently six in the afternoon, plenty of time to dress up until seven.

Clothes thrown all over your room, scavenging the closet you were having trouble settling on an aesthetic for your outfit. Since Armin was the type of person to take you to places that could be either cosy or extravagant or both, you made up your mind to a dark academia getup. A brown checkered mini skirt complimented with a beige sweater seemed to be quite perfect for the date. Your hair straightener was heating up while you were doing a light make up. Ten minutes later you were ready. It was almost seven as you went outside to wait for Armin's car to pull up to your apartment.

A fresh chilly wind brushed against your face pickling your nostrils but it brought you out of your daydreams to your senses as you felt alive and connected to reality. You rubbed your nose for warmth with your sleeve when right at that moment a white BMW. You swore your heart leaped in your chest upon seeing him. Like a happy puppy running to its owner, that's how Armin saw you when you were running in your boots to him. Throwing your arms around his neck, you jumped for a hug. Armin being quite well-built was able to handle your weight as he lifted you up to spin you around.

"Ahaha y/n I'm so glad to see you," Armin's voice muffled against your hair.

"Me too Armin, me too," you replied pulling back to make eye contact with him.

You had no idea how Armin liked you saying his name, especially when you were screaming it.

"Let's get in the car shall we? It's getting a little chilly," Armin said opening your door to let you in. You gave him a light smile for his chivalry. Closing it after you sat, he went to take his place in the driver's seat.

"So, are you going to tell me where you're taking me?" you asked him.

"Hmmm, nope," Armin answered bopping your nose with his index finger, "I'm keeping as a surprise till we reach it, besides I think you'd probably guess it with the route we're taking."

"Well then, let's see if I guess it right. Let's go!" you excitedly shouted.

Analysing the passing buildings and blocks, a light bulb went off in your head.

"Wait, are we going to your family owned theater?" crossing your fingers you questioned.

"Heh, you've got a good memory," Armin smiled over to you one hand on the steering wheel, the other on your thigh rubbing small circles.

Shrieking in happiness, you couldn't help it as that theater was nothing but a comfort place for you. Pressing the button to pull down the transparent glass, you let the cold wind hit your face making your hair fly, a smile stretching your mouth aware that this was going to be a good night well spent. Across the seat, Armin admired you for a while before pulling into the parking. How he wished he could keep looking at you forever. You were like drugs to him, no matter how much he consumed of your presence or just you in general, he's never satisfied.

Before you could get out, Armin came to your door to open it, extending his hand. Taking it, he pulled you closer to him, faces millimeters away. Smiling against his mouth but you didn't kiss him. Instead, you placed your finger between your lips, "Quite a gentleman, aren't you?"

"Only for you my love," Armin replied dragging you to the theater's entrance.

Hand in hand, you both ran to the magnificent creation that was the building. Nobody was in sight signaling you that you two were the only beings present in that place. The only sounds that could be heard were you and Armin's giggling and the rustling of the trees with the wind. The moon was shining so bright in the sky lit up by thousands of stars. It's brightness was the same as the one Armin brought in your life. He was your sole source of joy alongside the reason why you adored being alive so much.

"You really like the night sky, don't you?" Armin asked as he looked at you staring at the moon.

"A lot. The moon is beautiful, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I could die happy."

Your heart felt lighter than air at his answer.

"Before we go inside, mind if I blindfold you? I don't want to ruin the surprise," Armin requested holding up a black cloth.

"Sure thing," you replied as he tied it lightly so as not to hurt you.

Rather than taking your hands to guide you inside, Armin choose an easier method which was to carry you in his arms. At first you were bewildered but then when it hit you, it didn't really faze you as he was always doing sweet unexpected actions like this. He treated you as though you were the most precious thing to him, which you in all honesty were.

While he was walking to take you to the destined spot, he couldn't stop himself to gaze at you. You gave so much meaning to his life and to every little thing to him. From the feeling of the first sunlight hitting his skin, he was reminded of your warm smile to the moonlight illuminating the dark sky, he thinks of the way you bring him positivity even in the toughest of situations. He couldn't be in anymore bliss as this was the definition of heaven to him. Your arms wrapped around his neck for support, he was carrying his literal embodiment of happiness.

Gently putting you down, he asked, "Are you ready?"

"I'm more than ready!" mirthfully you exclaimed.

"Okay then", Armin said removing your blindfold, "Ta-dah."

At that moment, you couldn't decide whether you were more likely to smile because of what you were seeing or more likely to cry because of what you were seeing. Your mind chose the later as tears started to run down your cheeks.

"He-Hey, don't cry, why are you crying?" Armin confoundedly wiped your tears with his thumbs as he cupped your face.

"Did you do all of this... for me?" sniffing you looked at him.

"For who else did I do this stupid? Of course it's for you y/n", he beamed.

Apart from the usual dark room with a dark vibe like a traditional theater has, for this date, Armin had set up projections on the ceiling. And it wasn't any type of projection, it was the space scattered all across the white roof.

In awe, your eyes widen at the celestial beauty in front of you. Stars twinkling like little fairy lights, even a nebula in vivid details. It doesn't stop at that as there were loads of other spatial phenomenons occurring. Not only did Armin set up a picnic on the stage but beside it was also a mattress big enough to accommodate both of you to 'stargaze'. The fabric set with Ratatouille in a bowl, a bottle of red wine glimmering under the light and various pastries sat in soliditary splendor in the middle of the wide open space which was the stage.

"I feel like I'm the luckiest girl in the world to have you Armin", you said sitting on the cloth spread on the wooden floor.

"No, I feel like the luckiest man to have the most perfect woman," he corrected you as he was pouring some wine into your glass.

Red tinted your cheeks.

"Cheers ?"

"Cheers," you raised your glass to clink with his.

This night couldn't be any more flawless.

A nice dinner in your favorite place with your favorite person, what else could you ask more?

As soft as clouds, the mattress sunk in with both of your weights. The wine coursing through your veins served as intoxication transporting you into this realm of abstractional interstellar.

Still mesmerised by the exquisite visual that resembled as though some heavenly artist had crushed crystals into his paint and then colored the cosmos with the finest of brushes, it didn't even compare to the beautiful man on whom you were laying on. Your hand on his chest, head on his shoulder, Armin held you so close to him as though you were going to disappear if he looked away. The blues and purples of the projection caressed his face.

Moving strands of your hair away with his finger, Armin asked, "What's the matter y/n?"

"Nothing, I was just wondering how pretty you are."

"I-I thank you," Armin blushed.

Gosh he was so cute.

Lifting yourself up, a frown on Armin's face at your action but then replaced by a astonishing look when he realised that you were straddling him. You had no clue of what you were doing, maybe it's was the wine or maybe it was just your desire for him, nonetheless, you craved his touch.

Your soft skin reflecting the light of the led made his fingers curl with the urge to stroke it. To his surprise, you grabbed his hands and placed it on your thighs revealed with your skirt lifted up. A light squeeze was given to them as Armin began stroking with his thumb waiting for your next move. The light illuminating from your behind aligned your figure making you appear as an angel in Armin's sight. Running your index finger from his cheekbones to his lips, you neared your bodies to press your boobs on his chest as you kissed him. His left hand dragged up your flesh to grab your ass while the right one entangled itself in your hair pulling your faces closer. Lips overlapping each other as you fought for dominance with him. Though Armin seems like a very sweet guy but looks may deceive, well, not completely. In bed he's like a cocktail, a combination of gentleness like flavored syrup or juice and of roughness like the alcohol in the drink.

Pushing your hips to his pelvis area, a groan leaving his lips cued you to further tease him. Up and down you grinded on him. Breaking the kiss to pull back, Armin went lower to your neck to pepper small kisses all over your sensitive skin, all the way to your jaw, your cheeks, the corner of your mouth to back on your neck to suck on your sweet spot. A light pain accompanied with pleasure made a tiny 'ah' leave your lips as he was marking your body. This only turned Armin more than he already was the moment he saw you.

Bringing his face back up , you collided your lips to his, more passionate than before. Sloppily you unbuttoned his shirt.

Abruptly he grabbed your back to switch positions with you. His chest now exposed was in front of your eyes. Removing the fabric off his body, his muscles shined in the light. This man was built like an art piece, his chest sculptured like the Greek soldiers.

"Allow me to be the one to please you," Armin's breath tickled your ear.

Feather like touches brushed your throat down to between your breasts to your stomach through your clothes. He took all the time in the world to appreciate the fact that you were with him and for him. You've probably never experienced such tenderness before meeting Armin. While making out with you, he his hands underneath your sweater to cup your boobs unaware of the dampness pooling between your legs.

With a swift motion, Armin took off your sweater and threw it across the stage. Black laced bra covering your breasts made you look more lustful. Armin's breath hitched in his throat.

"I don't think I'd ever get enough on beautiful you are y/n, everytime I undress you, it always feel as though it's the first time", he breathed.

You tugged at his belt, unbuckling it.

"Then show me how much you want me," you swiped your thumb over his lips.

Armin smirked. If looks could kill, you'd probably be dead by that.

"As you wish my lady."

Armin's big hands stroke your curves, brushing his lips from your collarbones slowly down your bellybutton but he didn't kiss your skin until he pulled down your skirt for your damp fabric to come in view to him. His soft lips didn't hesitate to press against your core.

"Ah- Armin-"

"You look so hot making that face, baby," Armin replied mouth still on you, you felt the vibrations of his voice through your underwear giving you goosebumps.

Armin dragged his tongue from the buttom to your clitoris, sucking on it making your underwear even wetter.

"Does this feel good?"

"Hmmm yes~," you reached out to grab his hair.

He chuckled at your reaction and proceeded to remove your last piece of garment. Your entrance dripping with anticipation, Armin gulped hard.

Like a wild animal out of cage, Armin attacked your pussy with his mouth. You leaped at his rough action and gripped on his hair for dear life as it seemed like this man wasn't going to leave you until he's had every part of you. Out of nowhere, Armin stuck his tongue into you making you arch your back. Thrusting it in and out of you, he gripped your hips in place so that you wouldn't squirm away.

"Gosh you have no idea how good you taste y/n," Armin panted sending chills down your spine.

Your tiny little pants and moans only fueled him to gain speed as he flicked your pearl in his mouth with the tip of his tongue.

"Oh-ah-Armin- Don't stop I'm close ~"

Taking your words into command, Armin didn't cease until you gasped and released everything in his mouth.

He swallowed every single drop of you as though it was his last time drinking any sort of liquid. While he was licking his lips to consumed everything he removed his pants as you were catching your breath. His dick sprung free from his cage, tip leaking with precum.

"May I?"lining his dick in front of your cunt he asked for consent.

"Just fuck me already Armin."

Slowly, Armin stoked it on your wet folds to lubricate it for it to enter more smoothly. Wet sounds of both of your excrements mixing filled the theater.

"Fuck you're so tight,"Armin groaned in his first thrust into you,"Are you okay baby? Do you want time to adjust? "

Still panting over his big size you nodded your head, your arm covering your eyes.

"It's okay love, take your time," Armin gently moved your hand away from your face to stroke your cheeks.

"Okay, you can move now," a minute later you told him.

Intertwining your fingers, Armin held your hand while the other held for support on the bed, Armin began to move.

With the projector in the background, this moment seemed so magical.

"You feel so good y/n arg-"

You hummed still doused in this dreamy state. The world around you blurred as the only thing visible in your peripheral vision was paradise. You could feel him moving so slowly between your walls, each of his popping veins so clearly. With time passing, your need for him grew bigger.

"Please go faster Armin."

"Anything for you," he replied as he picked up speed, this time more rougher on you.

Skin slapping, you arched your back, this time Armin slipping his hand on your back to make your bodies touch each other. Chests rising and falling rapidly, you brushed Armin's hair from his face to see his expressions better.Face twisted with pleasure, this man was so attractive.

It wasn't long until you felt the knot building up in your stomach.

"Y/n I'm-I'm close"

"Me too Armin, please cum with me"

Eyes boring into yours, Armin didn't hesitate to go even more rough with you.

Bending down Armin kissed you as he released his hot fluids into you.

"Are you okay? I hope I didn't hurt you my lady," Armin moved your hair away from your sweaty forehead.

"No Armin, I know you could never hurt me, that's why I love you."

"I love you too y/n," Armin kissed your nose.

Helping you to get up, he took some tissues from the straw bag in which he carried all the food in. While you were tying your hair into a ponytail, Armin wiped his cum from your body.

"I'm sorry I made such a mess on your beautiful skin y/n."

"Armin, why are you even appologising for this, please don't ," you giggled then grabbed his hands and kissed them.

Inhaling a deep breath, Armin got up to fetch your clothes and helped you wear them.

"Let me drop you home okay?" he carried you in bridal style to the car due to your legs shaking and being unstable. Throughout the whole voyage back, you just wished this night could last forever but alas reality is a bitch. His hands warming your thighs till his car reached your house and he took you to your bathroom to help you get into the bathtub.

Not wanting to hold him any longer, you reassured him that you were now okay and that he could take care of the theater to clean it for business the next day. The thought of people coming to a place where you and Armin banged without them being aware of it brought all the blood to rise up in your cheeks.

Parking the car, Armin entered the building with the scent of sex still lingering in the air. Taking care of all the stuff on the stage and cleaning it, he went to remove the projectors. Out of the blue it clicked in his head. Security cameras. Heaving a sigh of relief that he recalled this crucial detail, he rushed into the surveillance room to discard of the recordings for the night. However, before he did that, he did in fact consider to watch it. Debating in his head like attorneys in a courtroom he finally yielded to looking at them. He didn't even play the video that he was already blushing redder than his blood. Pressing the play button, he sat down on the wheelchair.

Holy shit did he not regret watching it. Even in bad lighting, you looked so hot on camera. It felt illegal for Armin to be doing whatever he was doing then.

"Ah-ah Armin-" you moaned his name and that awakened something in him or more like that hardened something in him.

"Fuck," he whispered under his breath.

From his pants, he could see the lining of his growing erection but he tried to ignore it. Eventually it began to feel a little painful from the restriction of release. Giving in into his urges, he unzipped his pants to let his dick breath from its suffocation.

He hissed as he spread the oozing precum across the tip looking himself eating you out. With his face buried between your legs, at that moment he couldn't clearly see your facial expressions compared to now.

The way your breath got stuck in your throat, your mouth made an 'o' when you tried to control your moans. The next time he was going to make love to you, he's keeping in mind to prevent you from holding back the sounds you make as he wants to hear each and every one of them.

Stroking his shaft up and down just like he's thrusting in and out of you, his motions rhythmic, he threw his head back on the chair hearing your sweet voice resonating the room.

Sinful.

To his shock, he came at the exact timing he came within you in the recording. Letting his actions absorb, still drown into the cloudiness of his mind, Armin couldn't wait for the day he could at last marry you.

Without further ado, he deleted the clips after he sent them to his phone as a token.

End.

Thank you for reading this. :)

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nctinthehouse · 3 years

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deja vu

based on “deja vu” by Olivia Rodrigo

reader x ex!Jaehyun

genre: angst, fluff, ex lovers au? idk

wc: 3.1k

AN: I wrote this a while ago but I wasn’t planning on releasing or even write it in the first place however, I just fell in love with the lyrics and song when it came out and I could not pass on writing about it. I guess this is my interpretation of the song? Way too many thoughts at night time lol. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it 💕

Do you get deja vu when she's with you?

Running is something you’ve always enjoyed. It’s relaxing, good for your health and helps you clear your mind. Even as a kid, you were always seen running around and giggling. It made you happy.

You’re currently out on a late evening run along the river. This particular area is your favorite place to go to, whether it's for a run, out for a walk or even on the way to work. You like to come here when you need a break from something. The river, the ambience; it made you calm. It’s a special place and means a lot to you. There’s even a cute small store a few minutes away that you discovered when you started coming to this area more often. It’s like a secret place, not a lot of people seem to know about it. Owned by a local lady, she’s so lovely and kind. Her face always lights up whenever you stop by. There’s a lot of memories around here.

It was a really nice day today; clear skies with a few clouds. The sun is starting to set, changing the colors of the sky and clouds with hints of pinks and blues. It kinda reminds you of cotton candy ice cream.

Hmm, you kinda want ice cream now.

You’ve been running for a while now so you decided to jog to the local convenience store and get some ice cream.

As you’re approaching the store, you immediately slow down before stopping completely. You spot someone coming out of the store.

It’s Jaehyun.

His arms around another girl.

You and Jaehyun make brief eye contact with each other. You realise that they’re now walking towards your direction. Snapping out of your thoughts, you lower your head a bit and start walking towards the store trying to avoid having any sort of contact with them. Luckily, you and Jaehyun just walked past each other without acknowledging each other.

But as they were walking towards your direction and walking past, you hear his girlfriend ask him

“Jae, that store is so cute! How did you find it?”

“Oh I was just in this area one day and stumbled upon it. Came here a lot ever since then”

“Well this will definitely be our place from now on, we should come here more often”

That was our place

I found it first

You think to yourself

Stopping again, you turn your head around and spot them smiling and laughing before walking in the store and greeted by the lovely lady there who gave you a huge smile and wave; also waving back at her.

As you’re looking around the store, you think back to the time when you first brought Jaehyun to this area...

“how am i just finding out about this place??” Jaehyun says as you both are currently walking hand in hand along the river

“well now you know” you chuckle

You tell Jaehyun about how you discovered this area as well as the store up ahead when you took a detour on your way back home from class. One of your classes got cancelled which meant you were finished for the day, much earlier than usual. You didn't have anything planned for the rest of the day so you decided to take a different route back to your house.

It wasn't a very busy place which you grew to love. It was perfect for someone who needed a quieter place to think and relax, away from the crowded pavements and honking cars; a place where you could de-stress

“oh Jae, here's the store, come on!”

You quickly pull Jaehyun towards the store excitedly

As you guys go into the store, you spot the lovely owner. You let out a huge grin and wave as you go up to the counter where she is

“oh, Y/N!! so nice to see you again!”

“oh! and who’s this fine young gentleman?” the lady raises her eyebrows

“this is Jaehyun, my boyfriend” chuckling and gesturing your hand towards him

The lady puts her hands on her chest and looks at you guys adoringly

“oh you guys are such a cute couple! Y/N you want an ice cream?”

“yes please!” nodding your head

“Jae you have got to try the ice cream here! the strawberry flavor is a bonus”

“why am i not surprised that it's strawberry flavored” Jaehyun chuckles

After browsing around, you go up to the counter where you’re once again greeted by the lovely lady

“hi sweetie! the usual today?”

You nod your head and chuckle “yeah, thanks”

Looking down at the counter, you look like you’re miles away. The lady notices and frowns a bit

“sweetie, you alright?”

You look up and give her a small smile

“yeah, i’m alright”

As you see your ice cream is ready, you take your card out of your pocket getting ready to pay. However, the lady gently pushes your hand away

“it’s on the house”

You look at her with wide eyes

“oh, no i-”

“i insist” giving you a smile and holding onto your hand

“thank you. i promise to pay you back next time!”

The lady waves her hand around

“oh sweetie don't worry about it! just think of it as a thank you for always dropping by my store”

“thank you again” letting out a small laugh

“take care of yourself ok? i’ll see you around”

“i will” giving the lady a smile and a wave bye before going out of the store

❀❀❀

As you take a seat at a nearby picnic bench and start eating your ice cream, you see that Jaehyun and his girlfriend are still around. Your eyes can't help but wander towards them hanging around by a car. His car. The same car Jaehyun would drive you around in especially during night time. You see them playing around and her feeding him ice cream. You start to notice small things about her such as the clothes she's wearing; she kinda reminds you of herself. Looks like she’s wearing that jacket too. Just like I did.

Is it jealousy?

Maybe...

But more like pity.

So when you gonna tell her that we did that, too?

She thinks its special, but it's all reused

❀❀❀

Moments later, you see them get into the car and drive away. All these thoughts suddenly start clouding your mind and you can't help but wonder

How fast did he move on?

Did he even move on in the first place?

You’re not just trying to replace me, right?

I wonder, how many more things we did together, you do with her too?

You began to reminisce on some of the things you and Jaehyun did when you were still together…

Do you get deja vu when she's with you?

Remember when we used to go on road trips to Malibu?

Music, ice cream and Jaehyun.

Those were the 3 things you loved and needed the most whenever you went on road trips. Heck you could probably throw out the music and ice cream and just have Jaehyun as company only.

Those road trips were often unplanned. Sometimes you and Jaehyun would go without thinking about where you guys would specifically go or what you guys would do there.

There was a particular time which was the most special. It was the first road trip you and Jaehyun went on after you guys made it official. Actually, it was also the first date you guys went on as a couple.

You remember back in high school when Jaehyun would tell you about the times he and his family would go on road trips to Malibu during school breaks for some family bonding time. You hadn’t been to Malibu before so you were very excited when Jaehyun decided on taking you on a road trip there, especially as a first date since you guys had not been on one yet.

Jaehyun drove up to your house and honked his car, letting you know that he’s arrived to pick you up. You run downstairs and look through the curtains and see Jaehyun getting out of the car. You quickly grab your stuff and head out of your house.

You jog up to him, both of you embracing each other in a tight hug. As you let go, you spot the jacket he currently has on

“wow i love your jacket! is it new?”

“oh this? nah, i bought this a while ago from some vintage store”

“can i try it on? i love vintage stuff” your face lighting up

Jaehyun smirks a little as he takes off your jacket with you taking yours off too. He hands you his jacket and holds onto yours as you put his one on.

You let out a gasp

“thanks, this is mine now” you grin at Jaehyun widely before jumping into the passenger seat of his car

Jaehyun looks blankly at you briefly

“baby what am i gonna wear then?”

“you don’t need to though, it's not even that cold right now” you say as you place your arms on the edge of the car windows

“but what if it gets a bit chilly later on?”

“just wear mines” pointing to your jacket that he’s currently holding

“this? you think this would fit me?”

“what? you won’t know unless you try it on” shrugging your shoulders

Jaehyun reluctantly puts on your jacket. He struggles a bit with the sleeves but he manages to get it on. You start laughing as you see how small your jacket looks on him

“kinda suits you though” you laugh

“shut up” Jaehyun says jokingly as he whacks your arms

You fake a loud gasp as you place both of your hands on your chest, not breaking eye contact with him as he gets into the driver's seat

“Y/N you know i’m only joking” Jaehyun chuckles as you glare at him with a unimpressed face

You look away from him and roll your eyes

“baby come ooonnnn i’m sorry i was only jo-”

“just drive” you say with a monotone voice

Jaehyun looks at you for a moment, noticing you biting your lips. He realised sometime ago that it’s something that you usually do to stop yourself from smiling or break out into laughter.

He takes your hand in his and gives it several kisses. Seeing you breaking out a small smile, he smiles to himself before starting the car and driving.

❀❀❀

When you finally got there, Jaehyun happily took you to some of his favorite places he loved to visit. Hours went by quickly and you guys were hungry so Jaehyun decided to take you to a park and have a picnic. It was nice out too so why not.

You guys bought some food from a nearby cafe and set up a picnic spot that had a lovely view of the ocean. There was also a hiking trail in the area and you guys decided on doing that after some lunch.

After lunch, Jaehyun went and got both of you ice cream from an ice cream truck that was parked nearby

“you know what?” you say as you scoop out a another bite of the ice cream

“what?”

“i think i’m gonna make it a goal to try as many different strawberry ice creams i can whenever i visit a new place”

“sounds good baby”

As you look out towards the ocean, Jaehyun takes the opportunity to give you a small kiss on the side of your lips which surprises you. You jump a bit and stare at him with wide eyes

“sorry, you just had a bit of ice cream there” Jaehyun smirks

“oh”

You’re quiet for a few seconds before saying

“is it all gone…?”

Jaehyun leans in closer and closer; he rubs his nose against yours lightly

“almost” he whispers against your lips before locking in with yours

Your first kiss. Oh how sweet it was.

Do you get deja vu?

♡♡♡

Remember when you used to come over to my house?

If you weren't hanging out at Jaehyun’s, he’s usually at yours.

You and Jaehyun would stay over at each other's house every weekend. You guys often had days where you just didn't want to do anything special. Just chilling at home such as eating, sleeping and enjoying each other's company. When Jaehyun is over at yours, one of the things you guys like to do is to sit on the couch and binge watch your favorite TV shows. Today is one of those days.

You guys are currently sitting next to each other, crossed legged on the couch at your house; a bowl of popcorn on your lap while the channel you’re currently watching is doing reruns of one of your favorite shows, Glee. This wasn't exactly one of Jaehyun’s favorite shows. He didn't hate it but he wasn't a huge fan of it like you were. He doesn't mind watching it over and over with you as long as he’s spending time with you.

Grabbing some popcorn pieces, you look at Jaehyun

“Jae open up”

Jaehyun looks confused but opens his mouth anyway

You throw a couple of popcorn pieces, trying to aim it in his mouth but failing; the popcorn always hitting his face. You try a few more times before Jaehyun lets out a complaint

“babe come on!! your aiming skills are awful”

“hey it’s not my fault your mouth ain’t big enough”

Letting out a shocked laugh, Jaehyun grabs some popcorn and throws it at you. You guys end up having a mini popcorn fight before stopping as you realise you got popcorn on the couch and the floor. You guys weren't bothered to do a lot of cleaning today.

A while later, your face lights up as one of your favorite songs on Glee has come on. You grab Jaehyun’s arm and start moving it around, you were too excited.

Moments later, you grab the remote and get up from the couch. You pretend the remote is your mic and you start singing along to the song, belting out some words slightly out of tune

“WORKIN’ HARD TO GET MY FILL”

“EVERYBODY WANTS A THRILL”

Suddenly, you point the remote down towards Jaehyun, wanting him to sing the next bit. He hesitates for a second but joins in anyway, with you singing along

“PAYIN’ ANYTHING TO ROLL THE DICE”

“JUST ONE MORE TIME”

Jaehyun thinks you look ridiculous but looks at you in admiration; a huge smile on his face.

Still singing out of tune slightly, Jaehyun sits and watches you as you're dancing around. He shakes his head and throws his head back laughing. He wipes some of his tears away from laughing so much.

“DON’T STOP BELIEVIN’”

“HOLD ON TO THAT FEELING”

You whip your head towards him, slightly taken aback as Jaehyun suddenly gets up and takes the remote from you and starts belting out the lyrics

“STREET LIGHT PEOPLE”

You let out a laugh as you both dance around singing the rest of the song out of tune but somehow in harmony.

Do you get deja vu?

♡♡♡

Remember the first time you told me you loved me?

Being a music major, you spent a lot of time in a music room, especially in front of a piano. Growing up, you’ve always wanted to be a pianist. You remember the time when you were a kid and saw someone sitting in front of a piano playing a song at a train station. You looked at them with wide eyes and was so mesmerized by the upbeat melody. Letting go of your mum’s hand, you ran up to them and watched them play. You found out from the nice stranger that they were playing a song called “Uptown Girl’ by Billy Joel. It was at that moment you realized what you wanted to be when you grew up.

Ever since then, that tune has stuck with you. When you first got your very own piano, you spent a lot of time trying to figure out how to play it as well as listening to the song many times. Whenever you played it, it brought back all those memories. It meant a lot to you.

You were finished with lectures earlier than expected so you decided to head to the music room to work on a few things.

Whilst sat in front of the piano wanting to work on an upcoming assessment, your mind drifted elsewhere and you started playing Uptown Girl.

You were so focused on playing that you didn't hear Jaehyun coming into the room

“whatcha playing babe?”

You slightly jump at his voice before turning around

“what you doing here? i thought you were in class”

Jaehyun took off his backpack and sat next to you as you scooted to the side a bit to make space for him before he set his bag down beside the piano bench

“class got cancelled so i’m free the rest of the day woooo”

You chuckle at his response and nod

“soo… whatcha you playing babe?”

You told Jaehyun the story about how you came across the song and how your love for music came about when you were a kid.

You and Jaehyun met during high school and eventually bonded over music and grew closer throughout the years. Now here you both are, attending the same university as music majors.

“can you teach me?”

“i can try”

You played the song a few times so Jaehyun could listen to it and get the vibe of it before teaching him the basics then the harder bits.

“i think that's enough learning for now”

“okay” you giggle

Jaehyun asked if you could play him the whole song and you happily obliged. While you were playing, Jaehyun looked at you and was fascinated. You had a huge smile on your face and thought you were the most precious person ever. He wanted to love and protect you by all means.

You were about to go onto the next part when suddenly you hear

“i love you”

As soon as you hear those words, your hands come to a halt. You stare at your hands for a moment before looking at Jaehyun in shock, mouth slightly ajar

“i love you, Y/N”

Do you get deja vu?

A different girl now, but there's nothing new

Shaking your thoughts away, you roll your eyes and scoff before getting up and throwing the now empty ice cream cup away. You decided to head home and enjoy the rest of your evening by watching reruns of Glee with some more strawberry ice cream.

I know you get deja vu.

AN: Thanks for reading until the end! My longest fic I’ve written so far and I’m pretty happy with it. As always I’m happy to get any feedback on it and I really hope you enjoyed reading this. I’m currently working on another fic that’s based on a song I’ve been loving lately so I hope to get that one up sometime! Take care everyone 💜

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boop-le-snoot · 3 years

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 21

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TWs/SUMMARY: Wanda fluff, Loki fluff, we're getting a whole ass friendship! Dad sucks. The outfits are neat tho! Check the end for a mood board 😍

a/n: dress inspo and aesthetic visuals can be found here, here and here. (Paolo Sebastian, Firefly Path gowns and Viona Ielegems photography).

"Gi-i-irl..." Wanda drawled, seeing me arrive with Tony, both of us freshly showered and still hazy from the amazing orgasms. God only knew what she'd seen in both of our heads - if judging only by the vivid, crimson blush she spouted, it was definitely something very NSFW. Bruce already sat at the dinner table, quietly slurping his soup, his back and shoulders the most relaxed I'd ever seen. He gave me a knowing smile once he noticed my presence in my usual spot by his side.

The rest of the team appeared completely oblivious, preoccupied by their food.

"So, about the party. Got any costume ideas?" I cut straight to the chase, unwilling to wait for Wanda to start asking for details right in front of everyone.

Steve, Bucky, Pietro, Thor and Natasha all answered affirmative, the latter whacking Clint upside the head and firmly stating "no funny business". I couldn't help but wonder what kind of crazy shit the Bird had in mind and was kind of disappointed at Nat's intervention. A good chaotic moment was always worthwhile in my opinion!

The other bird, Sam, approached Bruce with caution as he wondered if the scientist was interested in doing a paired costume with him, only to be interrupted by Tony declaring, with childish glee, he had a "wicked project" that he and Bruce would be doing together. The scientist gave a resigned sigh and apologized.

Sam wasn't deterred by the slight setback; he approached Clint instead and after being given an okay from Natasha, the Birds decided to pair up. As they should, if you'd ask me.

"I have a costume but I need some accessories. Wanda, Lokes, join me on my lil' shopping trip?" I prompted, wanting everybody to be included. I was fully prepared for Loki to scoff and dismiss my invitation but the Asgardian nodded after a second of brief speechlessness. Didn't anyone invite him to birthday parties as a kid? Either way, Thor gave me a grateful smile, like a proper big brother. Both Asgardians had grown visibly closer during the past couple of months which made me hide a secretive smile behind a spoonful of soup.

It turned out, Loki hadn't exactly been introduced to the buzzing beehive that is NYC. He didn't get out much and when he needed to be somewhere, the man simply teleported to the desired destination. As convenient as it must've been, I still expressed my outrage at his lack of experience doing the usual "touristy" things that, in my opinion, every non-newyorker was obligated to do when visiting. Yes, even if said visitor had literally traveled across different galaxies.

Wanda wasn't much better in terms of city knowledge. According to her, she'd lived here for several years already but never bothered to go beyond the borders of the block surrounding the Avengers tower. The witch didn't have friends outside of her teammates (therapy. they all needed so much therapy. y'all...) so she simply saw no point in going anywhere beyond the local mall.

Which was trash. I mean, I loved Hot Topic and Forever 21 as much as any other young adult with depression and anxiety but it was literally impossible to wear clothes made out of cheap cotton and polyester all the time. I'm pretty sure I would have hives and ulcers if I attempted that.

"We're going on Sixth Avenue and that's final. No friend of mine will be wearing shit from Wal-Mart at a Stark party," I interrupted Wanda's defensive stuttering, using my other hand to summon an Uber.

"That is good advice," Loki, previously silent, added in a sweet tone. I counted on the fashionable Asgardian to be on my side and with his schmoozing skills, I didn't even have to drag Wanda inside the car by, like, her hair or whatever. The three of us barely fit into the small Toyota anyway.

A thought struck me when I had to consciously avoid stepping on Loki's leather shoes and keep away my elbow from Wanda's stomach. "Mister? I'll give you a hundred bucks cash if you turn around and drive to this address," I hurriedly rattled off my home address, delighting in the way the driver nearly did a U-turn at the mention of crispy dollar bills.

We arrived home quickly. Wanda gaped in mild disbelief at the size of my house while Loki looked about as interested as he'd ever be. His face was akin to an expression one made while smelling fresh manure. Opening the garage, I was greeted with an unpleasant surprise of my dad's outrageously painted Corvette standing neatly by my white Range Rover.

Loki looked and felt considerably less tense in the back of my car. The subtle signs of discomfort all but left his face replaced by slight wonder as I explained how to adjust the temperature and turn on the heated seats.

Dad met us at the gates. "You didn't come in to say hello," He pouted. His breath reeked like a five-day drinking binge hangover and he looked a dead man.

"We're in a hurry, dad. There's a lot to be done," I replied curtly, hoping to get rid of him fast. I hated being sober around my drunk father. My fingers twitched on the steering wheel.

"You're like your mother, always busy," Dad's laugh was coarse and bitter. "But at least you find time for Stark and his friends. That'll do your future real good," He clapped once on the hood of my car, heading back to the house with a wave of his hand, just in time to miss the disgusted shudder that ran through me.

I knew my dad well enough to understand the implications of what he meant by his words. In his world, fucking way up to the top was considered the norm. I'd rather cut off my own foot than use Tony that way.

"Sorry you had to see that. I thought he was still in Cali," I gritted my teeth, pulling out of the driveway.

"I'm sorry you had to experience that. I have no kind words regarding your father," Loki's look was sympathetic in the rearview mirror.

"Or your mother," Wanda added, messing with her seatbelt. Loki nodded tersely.

"Aight, aight," I sighed, set on improving the mood. "Let's not poop this party. We're getting some absolutely delicious beverages and wasting my money on outrageous pretty things. My treat."

Wanda's protests were drowned out by Motorhead and Loki's grumbling was overshadowed by Guns'n'Roses. Their resistance didn't stand a chance. Few blocks out, the witch was singing along to November Rain, heavily accented and terribly off-key, and the Asgardian watched New York city intently behind the protection of the tinted rear windows of my ride. He seemed mesmerized by the crowds and the variety of colorful shop fronts. This was the the one and only reason I eased off the gas pedal and drove the speed limit for once.

The atmosphere was, well, magical. Looking at my two companions, I discovered the familiar city anew with every question they asked, every remark they made. The desire to ask in turn about their homelands melted like the tension I was harbouring after the run-in with my father. Content and warm, I had my attention divided between Loki and Wanda juggling their wonder back-and-forth between themselves and the absolutely crazy NYC traffic.

So what if I parked in a no-parking zone just to get us the most delicious coffee in the city? Loki, the resident tea person, ordered himself something unpronounceable, something that made the barista twitch. Wanda got a sugary-sounding vanilla-white chocolate perversion. I just got a mocha, having had outgrown my adolescent desires to experiment with "how sweet can I make this coffee before I literally puke?" beverages.

With a laugh, I instructed them to pose in front of the nearest reflective surface to brag about our coffees on Instagram - this café deserved more recognition. My companions reluctantly obliged.

I wonder if the barista realized just who had bought the coffee - Loki was quite a media darling when it came to fangirls. Tony's PR team did a wonderful job on the Asgardian's redemption arc. The trickster only fueled the utter devotion his fangirls had for him by being extra nice and charming in every video I've seen. I guess you can't out-mindcontrol manners outta somebody, he was raised a prince after all.

It wasn't raining but the autumn chill seeped into the tiny spaces between my layers of clothing. I already managed to regret my fashionable dark academia inspired outfit at least twice, however the matching vibe all three of us had was positively dashing. Loki, wearing his usual onyx black and dark green. Wanda with a burgundy sweater dress and thigh high platformed boots - sweater dresses, out of all things, had no business looking this good on anybody. But she pulled it off.

"You said you've got a costume. Mind sharing what it is?" The witch said, curiously peeking into the windows of a nearby vintage boutique as we took our leisurely stroll with steaming paper cups keeping our fingers warm.

"A fairy dress. It was custom made for me last year and I actually didn't get to wear it. I need some jewelry to go with it," I explained, stopping to show a photo of the dress on my smartphone. "And some shoes, too. Let's hope the party will be held completely indoors, otherwise I'll freeze my ass off."

"Custom made?" Wanda squeaked, looking at the garment in wonder. Loki gave a vaguely approving nod.

"Yeah, there's a company that makes these fantasy dresses. You want one? What did you have in mind for your costume anyway?" I switched the topic quickly, seeing how Wanda withdrew into herself slightly. I heard from Peter she grew up poor, in the middle of a war and I didn't want to make her feel bad or anything. I wasn't good at these things...

"I thought maybe I could match with you," She replied, slowly taking a sip of her coffee.

"Sure. There are a couple of shops with really cute dresses that fit the aesthetic." Marchesa. We need a Marchesa store. And a Zuhair Murad - if there was one on this stretch of road. "What about you, Lokes? Anything in particular strike your fancy?" I asked our silent companion, frantically googling the information I needed.

"Black," He answered moodily.

"Boo, you whore," I rolled my eyes at his scoff. We had watched the Mean Girls recently and he got the reference, immediately raising a sarcastic eyebrow. "You know, you could do so much with this pale aristocratic look you've got going on. How about a medieval vampire?"

"Like Lestat? He's fucking hot," Wanda and I understood each other promptly. She jumped on the bandwagon immediately.

Combining my blunt honesty and her adorable fawning over a fictional bloodsucker, we managed to convince Loki into going on a hunt for brocaded, velvet suits and blouses with ruffles for his look. The trickster revolted at the mere suggestion of procuring some fake fangs, instead magically making them appear and showing them off in the middle of the crowded sidewalk, much to my and Wanda's delighted shrieking. He looked, I daresay, very attractive, like a porcelain figurine. Delicate but dangerous.

We arrived at the store that showcased beautiful, airy dresses of silk, chiffon and tulle. The lace was delicate and the seams invisible. I ushered Wanda into a dressing room with a shop attendant that was quietly but strictly instructed to not discuss the cost of the dresses and hide the price tags.

"I want it to be a gift. My friend here deserves no less than a magical experience," I explained quietly, winking at a bewildered Loki.

"Why did you do that?" He asked once Wanda was given a selection of several dresses in flattering colours and led into a separate dressing room.

"These dresses, they're special so they're a bit pricey. And knowing Wanda, she'll make a scene and refuse to let me buy them for her," I idly twirled my phone in my hands. "But every girl wants to be a princess and it's kinda sad she never got to be one. It's more than just a dress, it's more than feeling pretty, although it's a big part of it. She'll feel on top of the world."

Loki nodded. I'm certain he didn't understand it - being a man and all - and I wasn't sure I understood it completely, too. I never lacked pretty or expensive things, always got whatever I wanted whenever I wanted. But for a moment, I thought how it must've been for Wanda - seeing all these girls on TV, looking like pictures - and never having the chance to experience that. A concept that made me so sad, I was tempted to ask the customer service person for a glass of scotch. Being poor sounded depressing as hell.

Suddenly, Loki's cool, large hand landed on mine. "Thank you. I am certain Wanda will be the most beautiful lady at the ball."

I stared at him. Loki understood.

"Well, I... I don't know how finicky you are on gender labels for clothes, but there were a couple of blouses you might want to check out. They've got the neck ruffles and shit." My throat suddenly seized up and I had to clear it before speaking, steering away from the uncomfortably emotional moment. Thankfully, Loki wandered off without as much as a word.

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skzluvs · 4 years

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Piece of cake 🎂; Yang Jeongin

Genre: Fluff! Friends to lovers au!

Warnings: mild swearing

Word count: 2.8k

A/N: Happy Birthday to our cute maknae Innie, he has grown so much. I’m beyond proud of him, he’s such a beautiful soul I wish nothing but happiness for him. I’m so soft for this boy I’m legit crying.

You were all gathered in the living room.

The four boys standing in front of you staring at each other with confused looks. There was a moment of silence before you snapped at them in annoyance. There was no way they could be any more stupid.

"Do I really have to explained it to you again you doofuses" You raised an eyebrow in disbelief at the sight of the obvious lack of understanding your friends had. Seungmin just moved his hands encouraging you to repeat the plan one more time. You took a deep breath, before continuing, "For the last time, Hyunjin is in charge of distracting jeongin, until we finish decorating" The boy nodded in agreement, he understood his role was probably the most important one, " Felix I need your lungs to blow those balloons" You pointed at the table covered with bags with deflated balloons. "Seungmin and I are in charge of baking the cake" He smiled in excitement. " And I think that's it, simple right, it's a piece of cake"

Someone cleared his throat behind you, clearly irritated at the fact that you didn't assigned him an important task like the others.

" What about me Y/N, what am I supposed to do" He said pouting.

" Jisung you have the most important part" You said reassuring.

" Which is?" He asked euphoric. Clapping his hands.

" Stay here and make sure to not open your huge ass mouth, I promise your contribution is the most helpful one" You said smiling sarcastically. " If anyone dares to ruin this surprise I swear for my life I'll haunt every single one of you in your sleep for the rest of your miserable lives, and you would see what's to live a nightmare with your eyes open, understood" A few scared whispers and some sighs at the end they all came to agreement. Working together as a team to give the youngest, undeniably the best surprise party, needless to say this was carefully planned by you over the course of the last few weeks.

Everyone left, not before settling that Hyunjin would come back exactly at 6 with Jeongin, therefore everything had to be ready before that.

You got into Seungmin's car, he turned on the radio, letting you choose the next song, you both sang along to Taeyon's spark, on the way to the supermarket.

" Get a shopping cart we need to pick up a few things" You said to him, as you entered the local market. Pulling up a list from your bag with all the items needed.

He got the cart and followed you behind like a puppy, through the aisles, helping you pick now and then when you were torn between certain brands.

"So should we make it a chocolate cake or a vanilla cake?" You asked him staring at the two boxes in each one of your hands.

" That's such a simple question Y/N, Chocolate superior" He said looking at you obvious.

"Alright, alright Chef Seungmin let's do chocolate" You said throwing the box into the cart. " Ohhh" you exclaimed fascinated. "We have to get this" You pointed, jumping in the excitement at the cute cake toppers. "Jeongin is going to love the tiny fox sprinkles" You smiled at the resemblance between your best friend and the furry animal.

" You are so whipped Y/N" Seungmin said teasingly.

"Shut up, he's like a little brother to me" You stared at your shoes trying to hide the blush creeping into your soft cheeks.

"Not so little, remember he literally just became an adult today" Seungmin was right. Jeongin was just a year younger than the rest of you, that's why your group tended to baby him the most, and he hated it so much. Now that he was all grown up you wondered if his attitude would change towards your antics.

Once you finished shopping. Seungmin and you went back to the house. You got the groceries from the trunk carrying all the bags, with your hands full, you struggled finding the key to open the door.

"Call Jisung and tell him to move his lazy ass from the couch so he can come and help us"

You heard him comply through the phone but in less than a second the door opened revealing your friend who still looked half asleep.

" Don't stare just stare at me, help me carry these" You said handing him the heavy bags that were already leaving bruises on your wrists.

"Did you guys went to buy cake ingredients or the whole grocery store" He said complaining at the amount of things you got.

" I got a little carried away okay" You confessed taking your shoes off at the door and walking straight to the kitchen.

Seungmin got ingredients from the bags and laid them on top of the kitchen table. You got the molds and the mixer from one of the cabinets, and tied your apron from your waist.

"Crack two eggs" You signaled Seungmin, as you poured the batter into the mixing bowl.

You were spraying the molds with butter so Seungmin could pour the batter and it wouldn't stick to the bottom once the cake was completely cooked. When your phone in your back pocket began to vibrate. You decided to ignore it, since you were extremely focused on your task. But after a couple of more rings you couldn't bear with the annoying sound any longer.

You picked up right away. Not before telling Seungmin to put the molds inside the oven.

"Hyunjin why are you fucking calling me right now " you leaned over the counter trying to wipe off your apron that was covered on white flour and sugar.

"He's been sulking all day Y/N, I even took him to the amusement park but he seems so down is actually depressing, He literally just said to me "This would actually be fun if Y/N would've come with me and not you" I'm deeply hurt, never imagined he thought of me as your replacement" He sighed dramatically.

" Just deal with it, you can have another of your existential crisis later" You rolled your eyes at your dramatic friend.

"Can you at least call him? he's just acting so weird, he just told me he wants to come home I don't know what to do" He whispered nervously.

"I'm trying to bake a cake hyunjin I can't give him a call right now" You said clearly. " But you are talking to me right now and the cake doesn't seem to be stopping you from doing it" He backfired.

" Ugh you are so annoying, maybe I can't call him because I'm busy and my hands and covered in flour and, Seungmin Lower down the temperature I can smell something burning!!!" You yelled. "I don't know hyunjin, keep him occupied, after all is your job, you better not come any earlier than we accorded. I’m warning you, I got to go" you said ending the call abruptly. Rushing rapidly to the oven where smoke was starting to escape from the sides of it.

" Fuck Y/N I think we burned the cake" Seungmin said panicking.

"Oh you think so" You responded sarcastically. Trying to extinguish the smoke before the alarm went on.

You opened the oven only to see your chocolate cake, all spilled, dark carbon colored batter dripping from the mold.

" Why you said we would bake the cake, if you had never done it before, don't just blame it on me!" He yelled back at you.

"Maybe I just wanted to do something nice for my fucking best friend, Seungmin" You replied infuriated at the boy's words.

You walked away trying to not lose your calm "everything it's okay Y/N just take a deep breath" you whispered to yourself.

Your three friends standing in front of you not wanting to say anything, terrified to even move an inch knowing you could break down at any moment.

" Felix those balloons are not going to blow themselves!" You exclaimed.

" You ate the snacks I left on the table, didn't you, I told you earlier those were for later" You pointed at Jisung who only raised his hands innocently.

You were frustrated to say the least, overwhelmed,

Tired, you wanted to cry, the perfect party for your best friend was a complete utter disaster. You looked at the clock half an hour until Hyunjin brings jeongin back. You stepped out of to house because you began to feel suffocated. You needed some air. In desperation you remembered the person who was always one call away.

You dialed the number hoping he would pick up the phone, he was always busy working on his studio, so you didn't actually expected for him to pick up after the first tone, you were surprised when he did.

"Hey Baby girl"

"Chan" You whined at him.

" What's wrong?" He asked concerned.

" I need your help" You said.

" I'm all ears" He laughed softly. Chan was your supportive friend. He took care of you since he was older, he was always there when you needed him.

You ranted the catastrophe of your failing attempt of birthday party.

" Can you please bring me a cute cake? Jeongin might be on his way and I can't let him have a burned piece of uncooked batter for his birthday" You asked, hoping not to disturb him too much, knowing how busy he was most of the time working on his new tracks.

" Sure thing baby girl, I was heading out either way, I can't come empty handed" He said and you sighed in relief feeling like that heavy weight was lifted from your shoulders.

" You are the best Channie, I'll see you in a bit" You said your goodbyes and ended the call, you were extremely grateful towards him.

You opened the door entering the house. Your friends gathered looking at you with concerned expressions. The three of them instantly running towards you, the minute you crossed the doorstep, wrapping you in a group hug.

" We are sorry Y/N" They said unison.

"We know you've been under so much stress trying to make everything perfect" Seungmin said apologetic.

"And your stupid friends have ruined it all" Felix added teary eyed.

" We'll make it up to you, Let's get to work we have to give Innie the best birthday party ever" Jisung encouraged all of you to stop being so emotional and get on top of your game.

With you basically running out of time. You all began to work at a unquestionably high speed. Felix blowing balloons like crazy. Seungmin cleaning the mess in the kitchen. Jisung restocking the snacks and the drinks. And you dusting off the living the room. Everyone was so focused that no one even listened when the bell rang. Until you stopped the vacuum.

You opened the door, Chan was standing there smiling so bright, showing his dimples, you almost jumped on top of him if it wasn't because the cake he was holding with both of his hands was in the way.

"Channie, I've missed you so much" You said clinging yourself to his back.

" It's been a long time baby girl"

The boys immediately stopped what they were doing to come greet their brother.

" Chan mate you finally came to visit us" Felix said hugging the other Aussie.

" I wish I could come more often but this college life man, it ain't easy plus I've been working on some songs with Changbin" He said looking for Jisung, turning to talk to him directly. " We can't wait for you to graduate, without you we can't be 3racha"

" Just a couple more months, It's going to be awesome man, the trio reunited again" Jisung said with the eyes filled with excitement.

Chan helped you decorate with a couple of party decoration supplies he brought. You looked around one last time. Unable to contain the tears at the sight of how everything came together at the end. Proud of yourself and you also had to credit the hard work your dumb but amazing friends.

An upcoming text brightened the screen of your phone. It was hyunjin announcing that they were 5 minutes away from arriving. That was your cute, You all went to hide in different spots, after turning off all the lights. You headed directly to the kitchen and grabbed the cake, crouching behind the counter.

The house was dead silent until you heard the sound of the key clashing into the lock. The door opening slowly.

“Why is it so dark in here?” Hyunjin said playing along while pretending to looking for the light switch.

“ Wait I thought you said Y/N was not home, why are her shoes here?” Jeongin asked confused, with certain affliction in his voice.

“ Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday dear Innie, Happy birthday to you” You sang as you made your way towards him. The cake lighted up by the incandescent light from the single candle placed in the center.

The rest of your friends joined you while screaming

“SURPRISE”

Jeongin was loss for words, his cheeks stained by the beautiful tears that were sliding carefully. Like an open faucet, unable to control them. He smiled through them. Flashing his indistinguishable pearly white teeth. Alluring dimples. Stars that flashed on those sparkly eye pools as he stared directly at you. Like you were the only thing he was able to see in that dim room.

He closed his eyes and blew the candle wishing for something his heart desired for so long.

Everyone clapped and congratulate the boy who was no longer a baby but now a man. Hyunjin turned on the lights and you all gathered at the table to eat.

As you were walking to the dinning room, someone softly pulled from your sleeve.

Your eyes instantly meeting with his.

lost in his angelic aura.

You had been crushing on the boy for long enough

That you truly wanted to impress him with this whole surprise party idea. It seemed like your planned worked at perfection when he wrapped you in his arms.

“No one had ever done something like this for me, thank you so much Y/N” He whispered into the crook of your neck. The proximity making your limbs froze and your skin tingled due to the warmth he provided.

“ It’s nothing, Im glad you liked it Jeonginnie” You replied with a loving smile.

“ You know I was mad at you all day” He laughed bittersweet.

“Sorry for missing on riding the Ferris wheel with you” You said making fun of him.

“ I actually wanted to ride it with you instead of being stuck there with Mr. Dramatic for 45 minutes” a sigh escaping from his pink soft lips.

“ Is it because he becomes all clingy as it goes up, he’s such a scary cat” Laughing at the memory of hyunjin clinging into your arm like his life depended on it, the last time you all went to the amusement park.

“ That and because I hoped to hold your hand” He said staring into your eyes, trying to tell you something, but you were unable to read through the lines.

“ You do that all of the time Innie” It was not a novelty the amount of skin ship you and your best friend had.

“ You can’t possible be any more dense Y/N” He spoke a little irritated at your ignorance.

Your friend was rather shy, this sudden confidence had you all bewildered.

“ I like you, you idiot” He said obvious, tired of hinting something that was crystal clear.

“ You what...?” You were puzzled, your jaw almost hitting the floor in disbelief.

“ I know we’ve been friends for such a long time but I be always seen you in another light, will you let me be the one who holds your hand forever?” He asked extending his hand to grab yours softly, sliding his palm on top of yours and intertwining fingers.

“ Yes” You whispered hiding your face in his chest “I’ve liked you since the first time I saw you”

He untangled your hands to grab your jaw softly, so you would look at him, Bodies shaking, an adrenaline rush, and fireworks exploding the moment he laid his lips on top of your, delicate and with such sincerity, a kiss that revealed the profound innocent love they had one for the other.

“ Best birthday ever” He said stealing one more peck at your lips. He became addicted to the taste.

“ It was a piece of cake” You winked at him. “ For your information Seungmin burned your original cake, The one I baked with so much love”

“ Oh that’s why it smells like barbecue” He said. Both of you exploding into laughter. “ At least you didn’t burned down the house, I need to keep you as far away from the kitchen as possible sweetheart”

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etaerealjin · 4 years

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promises || jikook

genre: fluff, angst (!!)

pairing: jimin x jungkook + the rest of bangtan

background: ex-lovers, wedding preparations, wedding planner, brokenhearted!pjm, angst, (a bit of homophobia will be present, not much).

word count: 3.7k

– [ those in italic are set in the past ]

"Jimin!" A friend called out from behind the young man while he was folding the tripod used for the photobooth. He turned around and was soon engulfed in an embrace by his friend, Taehyung.

"Success!" They both say in unison and Tae soon helped him with wrapping up things. Of course, he's the one who arranged all of these so he's also in charge of cleaning up. Luckily, Taehyung was there to help him.

Ever since he was a college student, he's always dreamed of arranging events because it was his forté, and he really adored seeing people happy during their birthdays. His huge dislike was arranging funerals but of course he had to take those, for the money – but what he loved most is arranging weddings.

He thought, “If I can't have it, then might as well watch people fulfill my dreams for me.” Sure, he was an absolutely beautiful, handsome, amazing man but since he grew up in a highschool wherein gays or lesbians or bisexuals would often get bullied or made fun of because of their sexualities, he sulked and thought no one would ever wanna marry him, considering his sexuality.

He was gay and out, and he's absolutely proud of it. If it wasn't just for those homophobic people who bullied him back then. However, college changed his life. Taehyung was there ever since they were in middle school, and he's the only person who accepted Jimin in being gay, including his family also – but Tae stuck with Jimin through it all. From his rejections, to Jimin rejecting other people, from his first heartbreak, and his first boyfriend.

His first ex fucking boyfriend.

"My honeymoon would probably be at Los Angeles, I'll have him take pictures of me, and we'll spend a day in our hotel fucking, and then we'll stroll around and–" He got cut off when he heard a chuckle from behind, making it the reason why Taehyung had his eyes behind Jimin the whole time he was talking.

Jimin turned around to see Jeon, a varsity player who had – well, low grades, but he was a pretty fucking boy and he had manners, and he wasn't homophobic, and he's really skillfull with balls.

"So, spend a day in your hotel fucking and strolling around Los Angeles, huh?" Jungkook chuckled and sat beside Jimin cooly, but in the inside, he was going nuts and wanted to scream. He was so nervous but he got ahold of himself, unlike Jimin who had his eyes open wide.

It was just his fourth week of being a third-year college student, yes – he was now more out and proud of his sexuality but he didn't really like it when people confront him about it, especially boys, because he grew up being made fun of by them. He ended up just rolling his eyes and staring at Taehyung, completely ignoring the basketball player beside him, but his forehead creased when he saw Taehyung wink at him before leaving.

"Why not spent a day in my hotel – not fucking though, and lets stroll around the city for now?" Jungkook asked after a few minutes of silence, still stuttering through his words, but Jimin was left dumbfounded.

He wasn't going to make a decision anytime soon, and he thanked the bell for ringing. "Shoot, I still have basketball practice." Jungkook grew problematic, wanting to spend time with Jimin and wait for his answer, but also wanting to attend practice. "Can I borrow your phone?"

"Uh, yeah, of course." Jimin said while Jungkook stood up. Of course Jungkook knew Jimin wasn't going to give his number that fast, so he thought of another way to do that. "Just know I'm not giving you my nu–"

"I know, I need to call my mom."

Oh.

Jimin bit the inside of his lips and waited for Jungkook to return the phone until he felt a tap on his shoulder. "Got it, see ya!" He shouted and sprinted off to the field with a wide smile on his face. Jimin got confused but he then scurried off to his recent calls, only to see his last dial was Jungkook, basically giving Jungkook his number which wasn't his intention at all.

"Wow, I despise basketball players who always get their way with anyone they want!"

Turns out, Jungkook wasn't that kind of player Jimin was expecting him to be.

He puffed his cheeks and let out a big breath, getting up from his couch and cutting of the hours he spent staring at his wallpaper and thinking about things and what could've been.

He had a frown on his face, as always when he's alone, that got cut off and was soon replaced by panic when he heard his phone ring. He answered the call and was greeted with a loud "Hey!" from Hoseok, Taehyung's and his' friend who also helped him with his job.

"Lower your voice, bitchass–"

"Please, please, come to the office now, like right now!"

"Why? What happened?"

"Just go!" He heard two voices which were Taehyung's and Hobi's shout that in unison and his brows furrowed. He grabbed his keys in an instant and drove his car to the office. Jimin could say that he's a successful man now, he really is. There aren't much event planners and organizers in the city so when he started small, he already knew his goals and that it was gonna get attention. He's been with this job for a two years now and he loved it so much, considering that he's earning money for charity and he was working with his bestest friends.

Two years, yes – of course.

Somehow, Jimin was also not regretful with the part that he chose to fulfill his dreams despite what he went through. What they went through. There was a small part of him which was a bit thankful for the breakup, because if not, then he wouldn't be doing what he loved right now.

Was it even a breakup?

Was there even a breakup?

He pulled up in front of the office and went inside the building, taking the elevator to go upstairs. He hurried off to open the glass door but what he saw brought shock to his whole self.

By the back of the man sitting on the waiting sofa, who was reading magazines, he recognized who it was in an instant. It's been over two years but the memories still flashed by when he saw just a small look of the back of the man, Jeon Jungkook, his man. Used to be his man.

He stood there, stunned and didn’t know what to do but when he got to his senses, he realized how fast his heart was beating. All kinds of emotions rushed by him but he quickly got a hold of himself. He didn’t want to see Jungkook. He also didn’t want Jungkook to see him, well at least not right now.

He scurried off to the door behind the lobby only to be greeted with Hoseok's pitiful eyes and Taehyung biting his nails.

"Jimin.." Taehyung started and bit his lip. He let a deep breath out before starting his own apology speech but was cut off by Hoseok when he noticed how Taehyung was stuttering inaudible gibberish.

"Look, w-we didn't know that it was his voice. We didn't even know that it was him by the caller ID until he came here. With her. With a woman." Hobi started and fiddled with his fingers.

Jungkook and Jimin's breakup was a rather sensitive topic for them, including the fact that both Taehyung and Hoseok was there to witness how they both got ruined by each other. Though they tried getting them to work it out again, they all lost contact of Jungkook after that incident which led to Jimin being more devastated.

Jimin was silent. He didn't know how to react and what to even say, he wasn't hurt but there was a huge part of him that was nervous. He decided to gather his senses and breath out.

"Look, it's okay. I can face him. Why can't I? I mean, it's been two years and I was the one who caused this so..." He trailed off and unintentionally, his voice got muted on the last part. "Besides, it's not even a wedding. Who knows? It might be a – uh, a party! Or like, a funeral? Or a debut!"

"You don't have to do it if you can't."

"I can, Tae." He said and slowly placed his belongings on top of the table. He sighed and faced them, ready to talk to his ex-boyfriend and almost fiancé. He sighed and went behind Jungkook and the woman beside him and coughed, minding them of his presence while Taehyung and Hoseok stood behind him.

“Oh, hi!” The girl who was sitting beside Jungkook stood up and stretched her hand out. “My name’s Park Jisoo, are you Mr. Park? The event organizer?"

The guy in the black leather jacket slowly turned around upon hearing the surname, and there, they locked eyes. Jimin felt his whole body weakening and he's still in a state of shock. Jungkook changed a lot over the few years, physically. He became more buff and well, hotter. Jimin wouldn't deny that. But that doesn't change the fact that he broke that man's heart.

"Oh yeah, this is Jungkook. My–"

"Oh yeah, I know. He called the office yesterday, right, Mr. Jeon?" Jungkook stood up and nodded. He didn't say a word, let alone know that Jimin already achieved his dreams of becoming an event organizer, let alone know that Jimin was the owner of the business they contacted.

Jimin let out a shaky breath and gestured his hands towards the table. Jisoo sat down across Jungkook and Jimin was in front of them. He got his notepad out, ready to take down notes, obviously hurting from the inside but he collected his shit and forced a smile.

"So what's the event? Like, is it a debut? Or a party? You know we do all kinds of–"

"It's a wedding."

And that was the time when Jimin shouldn't feel anything anymore, after two years, but he still did. What hurt him more is that the answer came from Jungkook's mouth.

"Our wedding."

"I want it here in Korea, Gguk." Jimin said as he dipped the paintbrush in the pot of brown paint, coloring the hair of the man in the painting.

"What? Why?"

"Don't you want to? I mean, Korea feels like home. It's where we came from. I don't want it to be a hassle for everyone to fly to another country just for a wedding."

Jungkook nodded and painted the sky, agreeing to Jimin's plans as he should and as he wanted to. After all, he's the aspiring organizer here so he knew what was right.

"I want to get married on a beach, babe. The aisle and the flowers should be pink, and the theme of the wedding should be floral. Oh! What if I wear something bright pink? But, Seokjin-hyung wouldn't like that, he'll say that it's his idea, right. I'll wear something baby pink, and you'll wear a white suit. It should be a windy day, we'll be saying our vows while the wind is–"

"Love?"

"Yes? I want our cake to be red velvet–"

"Look at me." Jimin turned around and locked eyes with Jungkook. "No matter what the wedding is gonna be like, I want it to be with you, okay?"

Jimin chuckled and held Jungkook's waist, tiptoeing and giving his lips a light peck. "Of course, who else would it–"

"Promise?"

Jimin smiled and let out a shaky breath. "Yeah, promise."

I guess promises were meant to be broken after all. Jimin shut his eyes and drank the banana milk from his side table, biting his lip after that and letting out yet another deep breath from crying. His eyes were bloodshot and he had tear-stained cheeks that were puffy – and apparently, a broken heart.

Ever since that day, he spent most of his nights crying after arranging things for their wedding. Busy months had already passed ever since he promised himself that he wasn't going to cry about it, that he wasn't going to let it get to him, but again, promises were meant to be broken.

Taehyung even suggested that they shouldn't take the offer, but Jimin insisted, saying that he's fine and it'd be a good money for them, and that he loved doing the work – but in reality, he was hurting so fucking much. His heart would feel like it was being torn apart by every arrangement he was doing for the wedding – from the cake, to the place, to the the theme and to the location. It all hurt.

But he wanted to do it.

He really did. Maybe a way of accepting the consequences of his actions back then, and also to be with the love of his life for the last time before they go on their own ways. Jimin obviously had the worst path.

On a good note, Taehyung and Hoseok, even with Yoongi, Hoseok's boyfriend were all supporting Jimin's decisions and helping him. They had four months to arrange the wedding, and now they're only down to a week. It was all close to being finalized but the designs for the event still weren't fixed, and that's what Jimin is going to take care of today.

He started the engine and drove to the shop where he had to get designs, but as soon as he halted because of the stoplight, he received a text from an unknown number.

"Can you go to the beach?"

Jimin's forehead creased, but he instantly knew who it was. He gulped and left the message on read, turning the other way to go to the place since Jungkook and his fiancé might say something they want for the wedding. Though he knew it was going to hurt a lot, putting himself in between the two of them, but he endured that and kept in mind that after all of this, he's going to get money and well, at least, closure for himself.

He walked to the sandy beach and got confused when he saw Jungkook on the sand, sitting there alone. He wondered where his fiancé was but a part of him was somehow grateful. "Hey!"

Jungkook turned around after hearing Jimin and he stood up with an enlightened face. "Where's Jisoo? I though she'd be here because I was also about to–"

"Oh, n-no. It's just me. She's at home." Jungkook said and bit the inside of his lips upon seeing Jimin's expression. "Did you think that I made you come here because of the preparation?"

"Uh, yeah? What else could it be?" He gulped and shook his head lightly, staring over at the ocean in front of them and letting silence take over them once again. It was nothing for Jungkook. But, it was a lot for Jimin. He needed it. The love of his life's presence beside him, the wind hitting their faces and ruining their hair, and just the sound of the waves. That was enough for him to feel at peace, it was enough for him before they go on their own ways – before Jungkook gets married. Jimin obviously had the difficult path.

"Congrats."

They looked at each other after saying that in unison. Jungkook chuckled and hugged himself, feeling cold. "You know, for achieving your dreams of becoming an event organizer. From the start, I knew you were gonna be successful."

Jimin's whole face lit up at that. He was delighted inside. So happy because he wanted to hear that– he needed to hear that because Jungkook was the only one he wanted to receive it from. The side of his lip rose up but his gaze was still at the ocean, but inside, his heart was fluttering crazily. The last time he felt that was two years ago, and still from the same person.

"You too, I guess. On your engagement." He said even though a part of him wanted to say their engagement, which could have been. "So, uh – did you make me come here to congratulate me?" He chuckled.

"Oh, no! I uh– I wanted to give this." He rummaged in his pocket to bring out a box, and Jimin's face had an unexplainable expression. His lips parted and felt his heart weaken.

"You still have this?" He asked and gently grabbed the small pink velvet box from Jungkook's hand.

"Well, yeah. I-I thought it was beautiful and I didn't know what to do with it so I decided to.. yeah." Jimin nodded and stared at the box in silence before putting it inside his own pocket. He bit his lip and mustered up all the courage he had to say that one thing he's been dreading to say.

"Hey, I'm sorry."

Jungkook chuckled, not sarcastically, but he really didn't know what to say. "Hyung, that was like two years ago. I wouldn't have proposed to Jisoo if I still haven't moved on from it, and you did too, r-right?"

Jimin remained silent because he didn't want to lie. He didn't nod, he didn't shake his head, he didn't say anything. He just let the wind ruin their hair and they both remained silent.

"Jungkook, I–"

"Shhhh, just follow me." He said and intertwined his fingers with Jimin's. They entered the small arch and Jungkook quietly got the bouquet from Namjoon.

"Ready?" He removed the blindfold covering Jimin's eyes.

"Happy second anniversary, love." Jungkook said and handed Jimin the bouquet with pastel flowers. He was still in awe at what he saw and he was speechless, but he let Jungkook carry him away with his hand as they walked to the middle of the indoor garden with their friends circling around the room, all anticipating for what's next.

Jungkook grabbed both of Jimin's hands and sighed deeply before beginning to say his short speech. "Jimin, I love you. I love you so much to the point that I want to give you every good thing on this earth but unfortunately, I can't – and the only good and pure thing I can give to you right now is myself." He said that while staring into Jimin's eyes, and he looked back with pure adoration as he felt tears coming.

"When I met you it all just felt right, it felt like my problems came to an end, really. It felt like our red strings were connected, and yes, I did say that because I know how much you believe superstitions." Jungkook giggled and breathed deeply once again, slightly shaking.

"I also know how much you hate it when people don't go straight to the point so, Park Jimin.." Jimin's face contorted into so much awe and adoration, but he still didn't know what to feel and how to describe everything. He felt his knees weaken more when he saw Jungkook get down on one knee.

"Make me the happiest man on earth? Wear a pink suit on a windy day in a beach here in Korea, and marry me?" He looked up at Jimin with hopeful, teary eyes and the latter looked back with his teary eyes as well. Soon enough, Jungkook's hopeful expression switched to a worried one when he heard Jimin sobbing hardly.

Jimin took his hand back from Jungkook and covered his face, sobbing and crying hardly, enough for the whole room to hear and everyone in there started getting worried as well.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

"Jimin removed his hand from his face and wiped his tears a bit. "Jungkook, I love you, I really do, please trust me on that, but–"

And that's when Jungkook knew what was about to come.

He bowed his head down, still on one knee. "I'm not ready for this."

"Yes!" Taehyung and Hoseok cheered in unison as Yoongi watched them from the side. "Jimin–"

His call was cut off when they all turned around to see Jimin sitting on the lobby couch, tracing a pink box with his fingers. They exchanged nervous expressions but Taehyung was the one to approach and the couple stayed behind.

"Hey, the bake shop called me and said they just got stuck in traffic, but they're on their way now." Taehyung gently said and sat beside Jimin.

"Oh, yeah! Thanks!" He said and kept the box inside his pocket, standing up to fix his white button-down. "Lets go? The event's starting."

He then jogged out of the lobby and to the beach. He stopped at the side and Yoongi and Hoseok followed beside him. Taehyung was separated from them and he was one with the crowd because he's the wedding photographer, so the three stayed behind.

They all watched in awe when the flower girls and ring bearers walked down the aisle, as well as the bridesmaids and Jungkook's best men, Namjoon and Seokjin.

Jimin felt like his world was crumbling down, but in reality, it was right there – fulfilling his dreams, their dreams, but with another person.

It hurt. It hurt so fucking much for Jimin to the point that he could no longer pretend to be happy. His lips started getting wobbly from the biting, his way of concealing his tears from coming out, until he no longer could and just let a tear fall out from his left eye.

"For richer and for poorer, 'til death do us part."

Jimin whispered that the same time Jungkook did through the microphone, feeling his whole self getting weak. He then got the small pink velvet box Jungkook gave him from his pocket.

He got the ring out and slipped it on his own ring finger, watching how Jungkook slip another into his wife's.

"You may now kiss the bride." Jimin heaved a huge breath and felt Yoongi's hand pat his shoulder, telling him something – and that is that he needed to let go now.

"Thank you." Jungkook mouthed swiftly which only the two of them knew. He forced a small smile through his miserable tears, and brought out two thumbs–ups.

A part of him didn't want to let go just yet, but he needed to. He needed to be happy for the love of his life, even if that happiness no longer included him.

"Always have, always will."

inspired by: “the one that got away” by katy perry + “never not” by lauv.

rly rly satisfied with this one !! and i’m feeling angsty as fuck so :’)

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eff1ngqueen · 5 years

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Drinking Game ◎LRH◎

I just tried doing a song fic, kindly rate my work if u have the time :) and share/like if u loved it. Thanksxx

¡LUKE HEMMINGS FRAT BOY AU!

drinking games by Silver Sphere here: https://open.spotify.com/track/2VjiAqbozs3HOOk1hxQJIl?si=Sycs0gwgT-OIWNOh5BFJvw

It was a hectic afternoon the narrow hallway was filled with students, some were carrying books, some had their hands locked with another, and eyes were wandering where their room would be. She was just another girl in the crowd, nothing special, just plain normal, her world was her academics, books were her bestfriends.

While he was already someone, a diamond in the rough, everyone knows him being one of the leaders in the famous frat on campus. His hangouts are most likely at the back of the school, smoking cigarettes, talking to pretty girls, parties in their frat house. Most likely the synonym for a play boy, bad boy, and an asshole.

She arrived early sat on the back of the class, placing her things neatly on the table. He arrived late smirking as their professor gave him a glare, knowing all too well that he was a notorious. Making his way on the back of the class he noticed her, how aligned her pens were, how organized the complete opposite of himself.

" Hey cutie, you drink? "

To their surprise they both shared the same likes, from the books they read, the coffees they drink, and to the songs they listen to. She'll notice him on the hallways, blushing whenever she catches him looking at her. It was destined for them to meet, he was a chapter in hers, but she was merely a line for him.

" Cutie. "

It started when he stumbled upon her door, smelling of Mary Janes, and veins filled with alcohol. She opened the door and let him in knowing all too well his reputation she pushed it aside seeing how broken he was. Tears were falling down his face, his blue eyes were bloodshot. The ones she liked too much— she never spoke a word about these nights, he would always do it and she doesn't know why at first. But he was honest to her, saying she was the only one who he could tell his secrets to.

It was also the night her heart felt too heavy to bear, nodding her head to his words.

" You're my best friend from now on. Okay Cutie? Keep me and my secrets safe. "

He looked at her, hazel green eyes blinking with surprise, he knew she was the one. Maybe the right girl that he can't have because he knows he can't take it.

" I'm done I can't do this anymore. "

He said as he throw a fit, it was his relationship with another girl in a sorority that their frat was partnered with. He liked her too much, and she just listened to him all night on how he was so in love, so tired but in the end she knows he'll come back to her no matter what she says.

" Once were sober, we should forget all of these. "

She gave him the advices, and talks were no use he was in too deep, not knowing the one he was looking for was already infront of her. But instead of courting her with gifts and the flowers, he brings them both a pair of glasses and some beer.

" Come with me at the party cutie, I swear it'll be great. "

He said as he sat by next to her she rolled her eyes trying to concentrate with her notes, she might be in denial if she wouldn't admit how mad she was when he heard the news that he came back to the girl he was always whining to her about.

" I can't. I wanna pass my subjects Luke. "

" Come by tonight Cutie, you always have your eyes on your book or notes. "

Ofcourse she gave up, with his constant texts, pout and his puppy eyes. She dressed up nicely, put make up on making her eyes pop up beautifully, before proceeding to go to the party he was talking about. Everyone was surprised to see her, which made her feel a little uncomfortable.

" cutie! "

It was all gone, he was parting the crowd holding a drink on one hand. He looked too good to be true his blue eyes were wide and he wore a wide smile on his lips. She looked at him and everyone's attention came to them, a few snickering as he wrapped his arms around her shoulder. He lead her towards the kitchen where his 'brothers' were hanging out.

" These are my boys, and boys this is Cutie. "

The three guys waved at her, and she smiled at them. One of them making his way to have a conversation with her when, they were laughing, joking around and talking about things that just came up to their minds. His name was Calum, and he had pretty brown orbs that she might have fallen to if Luke didn't came to her first. She could feel the glare from Luke as he stood by the corner while talking to the other guys, like a hawk he is.

" You have pretty eyes. "

Calum might have said it out loud even if he leaned in to whisper it to her, and she giggled might be because of the alcohol but she felt being taken away. And was brought outside, looking up at the hand that took hers was no other than the notorious boy she liked too much.

" What are we doing here? " she asked with furrowed eyebrows.

" Let's go for a ride. " he said coldly, before pulling her to his side protectively.

They got into his car and buckled up, she quietly looked at the road the two of them never spoke. He would let out a heavy sigh before throwing a glance at her. She was already having too many thoughts, fuck the alcohol she said to herself.

" Are you okay? "

" No. Don't you know Calum likes girls who looks too innocent? " he said grimly as he parked his car on the parking lot of the campus.

" What does it have to do with you taking me here? " she asked not knowing how to react.

" I don't like other boys saying that you have pretty eyes, being around you—I don't—fucking know. " he said as his hands tightened its grip on the wheel.

She can see the outline of his face, the way he bit his lip, his eyes that were once filled with joy a while ago when he was laughing and dancing around with his friends it was replaced by a cold stare. She sighed deeply looking outside to see how empty the lot was, taking off the seatbelt she opened the car door.

" I don't know what's wrong with Calum, and I don't care it's not like I cared about your sex life Luke. " she said coldly.

He winced when he heard the slam of the car door, wrapping her arms around herself she walked away from the car, and walked herself home towards her dormitory.

" You don't care if I get home safe, cause I'm just another player in your drinking game. "

She said as he looked down at her, it was another night and he reeked of alcohol. She was too busy to deal with him but he was persistent.

" Please let me in, I'm sorry about that night Cutie. "

He looked sincere, too sad and she felt bad slamming the door at his face. Instead of having her guard up she opened the door for him, he let himself lay down on her bed, his feet dangling on the edge. She laughed softly at this before removing his shoes, and crawled up to meet his face. He looked at her for a minute or two, she stared back at him not knowing if she should just confess to him for just liking him too much, more than what he termed them to be.

" Why do you waste so much time when you know you and I can't be—be more than this. " he spoke softly referring to the two of them.

Her heart was beating loudly, the colors on her cheeks drained as she heard him say the words now. Not knowing how to react she sighed and closed her eyes.

" You're too good to me Sophie, too good I can't do this anymore. It hurts me to see your hurt because of me. And I'm sorry. You had to feel the emotions you shouldn't have felt. "

Every word have wounded her heart but also her pride, was she that crystal clear with her feelings to him. He looked sadly at her, raising his hand to feel her cheeks but stopped himself.

" You're right, you are just another player in my drinking game. "

It was the last time he looked at her with sad and adoring eyes, it was just like a dream she had. He was avoiding her after that night, she didn't had the chance to say what was on her mind. She sat alone in the back for the weeks that passed by, and if she misses him she would just take out a bottle of Jack, the one he always had on his flask that he carried around.Then take the other pair of the glassware he brought to her room, and just drink alone by herself again.

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1.1.17 HALLOWEEN NIGHT 12:24 AM

Haddonfield, Illinois

Samantha yawned as she pulled the keys from the ignition. More lightning flashed in the sky as she behind her, through her rear windshield, at the square building in front of which she was parked. A white triangularly shaped sign with blue lettering designated this as THE PYRAMID INN. The property was perched on a flat hill, overlooking what the locals called “Dysfunction Junction”. Interstate 57, US Route 31, and Illinois 395 all came together in a tangled mess of off ramps and on ramps that sprawled like spaghetti noodles over the northern running section of Lost River, which in this part of town had been diverted into a concrete culvert in the early 40s as part of one of Roosevelt's “Work's Projects”.

Samantha had parked at the end of the mostly empty parking lot, which was her custom, and from her vantage point she could see down into the nest of intersections. She saw the lighted signs of big box stores off to the east on her right. Straight ahead she saw the gas station from which she had come, and to her left, off to the west, she saw a strip club that very obviously used to be a Howard Johnsons, it's parking lot completely full with some cars spilling out along the side of the road in front.

Lovely, she thought sarcastically as she opened her car door. Just my kind of town.

The sweltering humid air hit her in the face like a tennis racket.

“Jesus, it feels like Miami.” She said to herself, and then smiled as she clicked the button on the fob in her hand to open the hatchback on the Murano. “I wish it were Miami.”

Nyguen pulled her rolling suitcase from the back of the car, placed it on the asphault, and extended the handle. “We'll just pretend it's Miami.” She decided as she closed the hatch and turned toward the motel.

The Pyramid Inn seemed to want to help her with the fantasy. For one, it was sweltering hot, almost as bad as outside, and as Ngyuen walked through the automatic glass doors, she felt like she had been magically transported back in time twenty-five years. The lobby was painted a pale teal color, with mauve indoor outdoor carpeting, and popcorn ceilings flecked with glitter....this Sam noticed right away. The yellowish light from pineapple shaped fixtures along the walls was defracted by the glitter, creating the sensation of moving sparkles above her as Samantha strolled through a lobby furnished with wood and wicker tables and chairs, painted white, the chairs padded with brightly colored cushions patterned with tropical motifs. There was abundant wall art too---strange scenes of Egyptian landmarks like the pyramids at Giza and the Sphinx, except...done in a weird art deco style that seemed wrong somehow.

An large old fashioned square CRT television was affixed to a hanging mount in each corner, below each was a potted palm tree. One of the TVs was displaying The Weather Channel although the sound was turned all the way down. A pretty blonde woman was standing in front of a map of the Midwest, sweeping her hand across thick line of red, orange, yellow, and green splotches. The other TV had the volume on and was showing an aerial view of a baseball stadium even the most casual of fans would know.

“We're in the top of the 10th here at Wrigley Field in Chicago. The Cubs have gone to the bullpen yet again for another pitching change as the White Sox have just taken 3-2 game lead in this decisive Game Seven of the World Series.”

Nguyen rolled her luggage around a coffee bar, and approached the desk, bumping into a cheap looking display rack featuring brochures with picturesque views and colorful headings. SEE CHICAGO! THINGS TO DO IN CENTRAL ILLINOIS! PEORIA CALLS YOU! And SEE THE CAVERNS OF LITTLE EGYPT!

A morbidly obese woman sat behind the counter fanning herself with one of the brochures: LOST RIVER KAYACKING!

She wore a white t-shirt with red letters that read: I SURVIVED ARKANSAS' LARGEST SLINGSHOT AT THE CRITTENEDEN COUNTY FAIR 2003. The shirt had either been shrunk so many times by frequent washing or the woman who wore it had ballooned up in weight considerably because now it hugged the contours of her bulbous body, giving her a look of the Michelin Man. Her mouth hung open revealing two sets of badly yellowing teeth, and a large dime-sized mole protruded from the left side of her neck. Sam could see the light from the pineapple lamps reflecting off hairs near the tip of the mole.

Not quite Miami, Nguyen thought as she cleared her throat.

“Excuse me?”

The woman did not stir.

“Curveball from Bellamy drops inside, it's one and one on Franklin.”

Nguyen rolled her eyes.

“Ma'am!” She exclaimed and plopped her car keys loudly on the desk.

The woman jumped and her eyes snapped open. The brochure fluttered aimlessly to the gound as she leaned forward in the seat, blinking rapidly for a moment before fixing her gaze on Samantha.

“Jesus Lord Almighty!”She exclaimed, breaking out into a haughty laugh that seemed to come from the depths of her enormous stomach. “You scared the everliving tar out of me!”

“I'm sorry.” Samantha smiled warmly.

“Don't be, don't be.” The woman groaned as she stood up from the chair. She wiped the beaded sweat off her forehead. “Jesus God is it hot in here!”

“Yeah it is.” Samantha agreed, withdrawing her phone from her pantsuit pocket and checking the time, mentally calculating the precious few hours of sleep she was going to get that night.

“It's not our fault.” The woman exclaimed, reaching the desk and panting as if she had just climbed a mountain. “Corporate has the damn thing programmed. This time of year the AC never comes on in here. We're supposed to run the ceiling fans, but that's been broke for two years.”

She motioned to the ceiling behind Sam who turned around and saw two wires protruding from a hole in the ceiling in the center of the room, as well a slight discoloration in the form of a circle where a fan obviously used to be.

“And then they tell me if it gets too hot to open a damn window. I said Christ!, it's just as damn hot out there! And the wind aint blowin for nothing.”

Samantha replaced her phone in her pocket. “Yes, it sure is strange.”

“It's NEVER like this in October...hell..now it's the first of November! NEVER like this! I mean...we've had a hot day or two at the beginning of September but NEVER this hot on Halloween!”

Samantha nodded, not knowing what else to say.

The woman moved a computer mouse across the desk and began typing on the keyboard.

“I tell you what,” she said, “I don't understand all of the mess that they talk about on the TV.”

As she said this, she pointed to the television in the corner that was displaying The Weather Channel, which right now was showing a commercial for Flex Seal. “But this type of weather will make you a believer in that Global Warming stuff.”

“Yeah,” Nguyen forced a laugh.

The woman looked up at her and waved her hand. “But you don't gotta worry about it, there's a window unit in your room. The rooms are nice and comfortable.”

“That's good.” Nguyen replied.

“Just you tonight sweetie?”

“Just me.”

“I just need a drivers license.”

Samantha presented it.

“Just passing through?” The woman asked as she entered Sam's information into the decade old computer.

“No, I think I'll be town for a few days.”

The woman looked up in disbelief. “In town? What town? This town?”

Samantha didn't know what to say.

“No one comes and visits Haddonfield!” The woman laughed another belly laugh. This one devolved into coughing which she stifled with her hand....the same hand she handed Samantha back her driver's license with.

Not Miami at all. Sam thought, placing the card into her wallet.

“That will be $38.96 sweetie.”

Sam couldn't hide her surprise. This was the cheapest motel room she had gotten since...well...ever. She passed over her Bureau issued AMEX card.

“Oh I'm sorry honey, we don't take American Express.”

“Oh.” Samantha shrugged. Ordinarily this might have been an issue but she was pretty sure she could handle a $40 motel room from her personal checking. Besides, the department would reimburse her later. She passed over her VISA.

“I'm gonna need a receipt then.” She said.

“You got it.” The woman replied and opened a drawer in front of her, pulling out a large bronze key on a white triangular shaped keychain emblazoned with the motel's name and logo.

Actual keys, Samantha marveled, not those plastic keycards. She wracked her brain for the last time she had seen that and decided on..never.

Five minutes later she had rolled her suitcase into room 113 and had turned the key in the lock. The room was furnished very much like the lobby: light teal walls, mauve indoor/outdoor carpeting, popcorn cielings flecked with glitter set to sparkle by another pineapple shaped light fixture. She was almost positive the bedspread and pillow case mached the pattern in the chair cushions in the lobby as well. Samantha paused briefly to look at a picture on the wall, another strange Art-Deco Egyptian painting, this one featuring Cleopatra flanked on both sides by lions. The paintings were so bizzare and striking. Sam looked in the bottom corner: Rose Gauge 2019.

I'm gonna have to google more art by this Rose Gauge person. She thought, kicking off her shoes into a corner. She walked over the window unit as she pulled at the buttons of her pantsuit. There she turned the knob all the way toward the thickest part of the blue semi-circle and felt a refreshingly invorating blast of cold air hit her face from the dusty looking window air conditioner.

She laid down on the bed, and still with her bra and spanx on, she fell asleep almost immediately.

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