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too early, but not enough — l. minho

synopsis: after a year of his services, minho receives the name of his last client when usually a grim reaper’s service takes for five centuries. also, why the hell are you early?

genre: grim reaper!au, fluff and angst, a bit of incarnation

warning(s): foul language, mentions of death and flinching. let me know if i missed something

word count: 11.6k (be proud, thanks)

note: from one of my blurbs. also, happy minho day everybody !! 3rd repost bcs its not showing in the tags. :)) i love it here

one. — october five.

“I’m sorry?” Minho pardons as he looks at Chan with confusion in his eyes. When getting the list of names that grim reapers would fetch, it’s always mailed. Minho would just go inside his office and ta-da, the envelopes are there neatly placed on his desk.

Minho has gone through his series of weird events during his service of being a grim reaper. And he like it being weird, otherwise it wouldn’t be fun. But this is yet the weirdest and one that he doesn’t like. It’s too... early.

“Final client?” Minho repeats Chan’s words.

A chuckle falls off of Chan’s lips as he goes around his desk, leaning in front as as he looks at Minho. “Are you not happy about it?” Chan asks as he crosses his arms on his chest.

Happy? Should he be? This is honestly too... sketchy? Hm, I guess. Minho is just so confused. It’s only been a year since he started his service why is he already going up? It should take at least five centuries before he goes up, so why so sudden?

Minho clearly remembers when he started his service, he didn’t want it. So, he should be happy. Even though it’s bit suspiscious as to why is that. He even honestly thought he was called in Chan’s office because of the rules he has broken. Out of 50 rules, Minho thinks he has broken 49 of them.

“I am!” Minho says, looking at the ground then back at Chan. “It’s just that... it’s only been a year and I kind of broke... um—”

“You broke most of the rules, we know that.” Chan cuts him off and Minho sheepishly smiles at the boy in front of him. “You’ll find out soon why you’re early.” Chan smiles at him, turning lightly to his desk to get the envelope then back at Minho, extending his hand to give it to him. “You’re lucky you’re going up already. I still have a century left.”

Minho gets the envelope with both hands, bowing as he takes it. “Who would take your place then?” Minho asks and Chan shrugs.

“Changbin most likely. Or maybe Hyunjin. It is yet to be decided, and for now, don’t think about it too much. Just enjoy your remaining weeks here on Earth. You’ll go upstairs with your last client.” Chan says and Minho bows once again as he smiles at Chan.

“Thank you, Chan. I’ll be going now.” MInho says and Chan nods.

“Take care.” Chan says. “Even though you’re not gonna die again.” Minho chuckles at Chan’s witty remark as he leaves the higher’s office. He closes the door, stuffing the envelope inside the pocket of his trench coat.

“Congratulations.” The taller boy who Minho is friends with ever since his term has started greeted him as he takes the seat across Minho. Minho looks up at Hyunjin, a bit taken back that he knows.

Ah, everyone must’ve known already.

“Thanks,” Minho says. “But don’t you think it’s a bit too early?”

Hyunjin lets out a chuckle, sipping his coffee. “You should be happy. I’d kill just to be you right now.” Hyunjin says and it was Minho’s turn to chuckle. But Hyunjin is right—of course, he is. He’s been here longer—Minho should be happy at the fact that he’s finally going up after serving as a grim reaper. But it’s too weird that it’s only been a year since he started his term.

“I am.” Minho nods and Hyunjin pulls a boyish grin that every girl dies to see. “But others go upstairs after five centuries. How come it’s only been a year and I’m finally going up? You’ve been serving for three centuries and you’re still stuck for another two centuries.”

Hyunjin knows why. Everyone knows why, except for Minho himself.

As far as Minho knows, he has broken most of the rules and he should have been punished because of it. But why is he going up already? Is this his punishment? It couldn’t be, right?

“You finally got your last envelope?” Hyunjin asks and Minho nods, fishing it out of his trench coat’s pocket. He opens the envelope to see the details. “Can I know?”

“Uh, (full name), October 25, 8:37 pm.” Minho says, voice trailing off as he looks at the side to think—the name was so familiar—and Hyunjin nods. “Do you know them?” Minho asks and Hyunjin shakes his head ‘no’, shooting his friend a smile. “You want to go now?”

Hyunjin nods, standing up from his seat as he fixes himself. Minho does the same thing while sitting. When Minho stands up, he sharply turns around with his coffee, the early ‘graduation’ still in his mind when another figure bumps into him.

Minho’s eyes widen as the person gasps, mouth gaping open as they look down at their clothes with spilled coffee all over them. Minho looks at the person, finding himself being shocked at who he is facing.

What day is it today? Minho looks at his phone, as it lights up. October 5.

“You’re early.” is what Minho says which leaves you very confused despite your whole body burning (and Hyunjin being the dramatic friend, rolling his eyes wanting to slap Minho upside down).

“I’m... what?” You ask and Hyunjin nudges Minho again, this time with more force. Minho panics, palming his pockets to look for his handkerchief, but none. He turns around to face Hyunjin, taking his friend’s handkerchief.

“Hey!” Hyunjin exclaims, but Minho is already turning around to lightly dab the handkerchief on your chest. Minho sighs, frowning deeply as he keeps on working. Minho takes the cup from you, taking your wrist, drying them as there were tiny droplets that spilled there. But especially on your other hand. Minho lets go of your hand, flipping the handkerchief to another side that is still clean, then getting your other wrist and cleaning it.

Oi, Minho. What are you doing?

Minho freezes, his hand still on your wrist. He slowly looks up at you as you stare back at him. Your eyes screamed for softness as you stared at him. No confusion, just admiration. Minho clears his throat, softly dropping your wrist. “I’m sorry.” Minho mumbles as he holds the handkerchief out to you.

You take it, nodding once as you continue to clean your hand. “It’s okay.” You softly said. You zip your jacket close and bow to the two of them. You were about to take a step when Minho suddenly speaks up.

“Wait,” Minho says and you turn to him. “Let me give you a spare shirt, at least.”

“Oh, no,” you gently declined as you tried to find the right words. “I was just about to—”

“Please, I feel bad.” Minho cuts you off. You took a deep breath, pulling your lips into a thin line as you nod at him. You look at Hyunjin who just smiles at you and Minho starts to walk with you and Hyunjin following him suit.

When Minho is finally in front of his office—holy shit, wait. Minho just brought a stranger whose soul is his final client to his office because he spilled coffee all over her. Is he sure about this? Minho holds the door knob, looking at it as he just realized how much he fucked up.

If this was in the list of rules, the higher officials above would probably have second thoughts about his early ‘graduation’ here on Earth because this is probably the 50th one.

“Minho,” Hyunjin calls and Minho blinks, snapping out of his thoughts as he looks at Hyunjin. Minho shakes his head, turning the knob and stepping aside to let you in first. You step inside, the small office giving you a homey vintage vibe as you look around. There was even an old telephone on the side.

“Does this work or is it just for the theme of the place?” You asked as you pointed at the telephone, but your eyes roamed around the place. Minho smiles as he rumages through the small cabinet at the corner.

Oh, it does work. But he’s not gonna tell you that. “It doesn’t. Just for the aesthetic.” Minho says. “Oh, and where are you going today, by the way? Somewhere formal or—”

“Oh, please, just give me one of your old shirts. I’m just going to a friend’s house.” You said as you looked around a bit more. You like this place.

“Here you go, Y/N.” Minho says as he walks closer to you, giving you his shirt. Hyunjin who was behind you, gestures dramatically at Minho as he palms his face. Minho squints his eyes in confusion and Hyunjin rolls his eyes as he turns around.

“How did you know my name?” You ask and Minho shifts his eyes on you, widening once again. Minho looks over at Hyunjin who just rolls his eyes, but still walks towards you.

“Hey,” Hyunjin says as he places a hand on your shoulder. “You’re probably burned lightly underneath your shirt. Follow me, the bathroom’s this way and here’s another towel to clean yourself, okay?” Hyunjin instructs as he takes the shirt from Minho and leads you to the bathroom.

Now, a reason. Think, Minho, think!

When Minho hears the door close, he turns around to see Hyunjin walking back to him with a frown on his face. “First, you tell her she’s early. Second, you bring your last client here where she will be on her last day. Third, you stupidly say her name? Minho, what’s happening? You’re never this distracted.” Hyunjin says with a quick chuckle on the end.

Hyunjin’s right, Minho’s never this distracted. But why does his client make him go all over the place? Not to mention, he even went as far as cleaning you up as if he’s known you for so long. Does he? Why are you so familiar?

“She’s so familiar.” Minho says and Hyunjin scratches the back of his neck.

“Don’t mind it.” Hyunjin says, shrugging. “She’ll probably forget it.”

Minho sighs, nodding as they wait for you to come out. Seriously though, he swore he heard your name around town and has at least seen you once. That’s quite impossible, though. Minho would forget a face he only saw once and he never had a friend this close except for Hyunjin.

Minho hears the door open and close gently. He looks up seeing you in his shirt that was oversized to you. But you managed to pull it off, tucking it in your high waisted jeans. Minho feels his heart flutter, breath knocking out of his lungs.

You just took the grim reaper’s breath away.

“Um, thank you for letting me, uh, change and clean up.” You say and Minho nods, smiling lightly. You look so beautiful in his shirt—Minho, focus!

“Sure.” Minho smiles and you smile back.

“I’ll be going now. Thanks, again. Um, what’s your name again?” You asked and MInho smiles, standing up straight as he composes himself.

“Minho,” Minho says as he holds his hand out. You smile brightly, reaching a han—

“Minho!” Hyunjin exclaims and Minho drops his hand, turning around to Hyunjin, confused. Minho looks at him with questioning eyes and Hyunjin just looks back at him. Huh? Oh. Oh.

You clear your throat awkwardly and Minho turns back around. “I’m gonna get going. Thanks, again. M-Minho.” You say and Minho nods, smiling at you. You turn around, walking to the door as you finally exit the office.

“Take care, Y/N.” Minho softly says and you smile, closing the door of his office.

Minho was so distracted. He almost broke the 50th rule that he’s always been careful and the easiest for him not to break. He almost touched a person’s hand when he wasn’t supposed to. He almost broke into her privacy—into her memories.

Minho’s just thankful the last time he would see you again is when you die.

two. — october six.

Minho, you can do this. You can do this without Hyunjin. You can do this without messing up. Just focus.

“What brings you here?” Minho asks as he opens the door wider for you, yet you stay in your position. You shook your head politely.

“I’m just here to bring your shirt back and your friend’s handkerchief. I washed them already.” You said with a sweet smile on your face. Minho nods, taking them from you.

“You sure you don’t wanna go inside?” Minho asks and you shake your head ‘no’ with a kind smile. Minho doesn’t want to admit it, but he would like to spend time with you. But, to save himself from another series of embarrassment, he holds himself back from asking you.

“Thank you for your kindness yesterday. I really appreciate it.” You say and Minho chuckles, nodding.

To be fair to the reaper (which you’re not aware of), your heart flutters just as much as his does. You aren’t this shy, but you just grow conscious around Minho even though you only met him yesterday.

“I’m gonna go now.” You say and Minho’s smile lightly falters, but he holds it. This is better, at least he’s sure he wouldn’t make a fool out of himself.

“Wait, do you wanna go somewhere for coffee or something?” Minho asks. What? Minho, you’re so smitten! Minho facepalms himself inwardly as he lets the words roll out of his mouth. Sigh, Minho. Sigh.

You look at him, pulling your lips into a thin line. “I... I can’t. I got this thing—”

“Ah, no worries.” Minho says with a smile as he lightly waves his hand. You smile up at him. “No pressure. Sorry.” Minho says and you nod, turning to your heel as you start to walk away from him. Minho watches you, a soft sigh escaping his lips. Why does he keep on gravitating towards you?

“You know what, my thing isn’t even due until next week.” You said as you turned around to face Minho. You took a deep breath as you looked at him. Are you sure about this? Hm, after all, the moment you got home yesterday, you immediately washed Minho’s shirt just so it would be dry and you could come back here.

Smitten.

Minho smiles widely. The first ear to ear smile he broke into the moment he became a grim reaper. Why didn’t you come into his life—grim reaper term, rather, earlier? Chan said to enjoy his remaining weeks on Earth. Why not spend it with his final client? Minho, how would you tell her that you’re the one who is assigned to take her to her last destination? Minho shrugs his thoughts off, Chan’s words are the only thing in his mind... and you.

“Let me just put these away.” Minho gestures at the fabric in his hand and you smile ever so brightly at him. The brightest smile he ever saw even if the others smile from ear-to-ear and you don’t.

You nod and gently, you say, “Okay.”

“Minho!” You coo, a small pout on your lips forming as you gentlycup the cat’s head, nuzzling your nose against his. “He looks like you.” With this, Minho lightly laughs. “Seriously, you have cat-like features.”

Minho smiles, patting the cat’s body. You smile at him as you look at his sharp but very beautiful features. How the hell did he manage to create a soft spot in your heart?

A kitten suddenly jumps at your lap, sitting as he made himself comfortable, mewling lightly as he snuggles. You smile, bringing your hand up to scratch his head lightly as he started to close his eyes. You put your hand beside you on the ground, supporting yourself.

And Minho.. gosh, if someone was to judge at the two of you, they would think Minho and you are in a relationship by the way he would stare at you with a gentle smile on his lip. It was like looking at someone who just found a treasure that barely anyone knows about which makes it very special.

Minho then suddenly just reaches a hand out but a cat suddenly put his head underneath his palm. Minho snaps out of his daydream-y smile and looks at the cat. He was just about to hold your hand. Tahnk God, the cat suddenly became clingy.

“Minho?” You called as you turned to him. “Wanna go grab lunch?”

Minho stares at you and you smile at him to which he returns. He nods and you stand up, his eyes still on you as you fix yourself. He couldn’t help but feel like it was ethereal being with you.

Yesterday, Minho was wondering how come you were so early. Today, Minho wondered why you never came earlier. Right, Minho never really socialized, even with his fellow grim reapers. Minho has been around the town, and he wished he knew you way earlier. Sucks.

Minho has honestly expected that you and him would just spend time together for at least an hour or two, not the whole day. But here he is, in the playground siting by the swings as he listened to your stories about college at 8 in the evening. Minho finds himself staring at you fondly, smiling to himself as he watched you push yourself back and forth lightly with your foot on the ground. You stared at the ground, sighing.

“And then, that’s it.” You said with a soft sigh. “And that was not the last time I went to an early class with a hangover.” Minho laughs, boyish giggles rings through the empty playground as he looks up above the skies, the stars littering, some making constelations, some were just being a beautiful sparkly mess. You shift your eyes to him, smiling as you watch him admire the skyline. It is beautiful, just like him.

“Do you ever regret that you were such a rebel?” Minho asks and you chuckle lightly as you shake your head ‘no’.

“I don’t.” You answer and Minho looks at you with such soft smile. “Ashamed, after the second I did them, but suddenly I don’t know. I’m happy I did them. We only get to live life once—I mean, of course, we get to have another life, but what I mean is, at least I got to do it at this life. Who knows? Maybe I’d be a boring up-tight girl in my next life. It’s better that we do everything even if we’re reluctant. At least, we won’t have any regrets.”

Minho looks down, finding interest at the ground.

“So, you,” you said as you looked at him. Minho looks at you, humming as a response. “You should smile more often.”

Minho chuckles, “What’s the connection?”

“No correlation or anything.” You said. “You look good. But you shine when you smile.”

But you didn’t know, you were the reason behind it.

Minho chuckles, a soft smile invading his lips as he stands up, walking towards you. “Come on, let’s take you home.” Minho offers and you stand up, shooting him a smile. You both walk at a slow pace, not wanting the night to end. It’s a bit too fast, Minho admits. And he doesn’t know what’s making him do these things. It felt as if you two have been together for the longest time already.

“You should go,” you said to Minho as you stopped at a convenience store. Minho frowns as he looks at the road ahead. It was too dark for Minho’s own liking for you to walk through it alone.

“No, it’s too dark—”

“I’m meeting up with a friend.” You cut him off with a smile. “He’s already inside. We need to talk about work.” You said, jabbing a thumb behind you to point at the convenience store. Minho frowns and you chuckle.

“Okay,” Minho says in defeat and you sigh.

“Text me when you get home.” You say as you wave at him. “Bye, take care.”

“Take care, text me when you get home, too.” Minho says and you nod, waving at him. Minho crosses the road to to his office as you watch his back. Should he go back? Minho! You’ve only met her yesterday. Stop obsessing. Minho shakes his head as he made his journey to his office.

You sigh as Minho went out of sight. You pull your lips into a thin line, breathing deeply as you turn around, pushing the door of the convenience store and stepping inside. You immediately spot your friend at one of the seats provided and sat down with a huff. You covered your face with your hands as you thought of Minho.

“This is too hard, remind me why am I even doing this? I should’ve just declined his offer yesterday. Why didn’t you stop me?” You asked as you looked up at him. “I should’ve just waited.”

He chuckles, sipping at his coffee as he smiles at you. “Do you ever stop drinking coffee?” You asked the boy in front of you as you snatched his americano and sipped on it.

“Honey, am I even Hwang Hyunjin if I don’t drink coffee?” The said boy asks with a chuckle escaping his lips. “Before, I knew Minho was in love with you, I really do know that. But yesterday? Stumbling all over the place? That was the first time I ever saw him like that for five years that we’ve been friends.”

You released a sigh, looking down as you returned his americano to him. “Why did I have to remember?” You mumble and Hyunjin’s eyes soften at your question. He remembers how miserable you were at Minho’s death. He remembers how much you cried because Minho can’t remember you. He remembers how much you love Minho. He remembers how much you’ve resisted for a whole damn year just to not get near him. But all failed when the happenings yesterday occured. “Why didn’t you stop me yesterday?”

“You’ve suffered enough for the whole year, Y/N.” Hyunjin softly says. “Those sleepless nights you went to me just to cry over Minho over and over again, it was really saddening as your friend. But seeing you with him after holding back? It was nice because you were genuinely happy once again. You were such a jolly person, but when you started to remember what actually happened, that was tough for you.” Hyunjin sees how your eyes got glassy due to the tears pooling in your eyes. “Besides, I needed a break from you.”

You pout and Hyunjin breaks in a laugh, you joined along soon anyway. Hyunjin was a great friend and you love how he always watched out for Minho. Hyunjin had his own share of problems with you as well and just like him, your shoulder was there for him.

“But you know what sucks?” Hyunjin asks as you both calm down. Hyunjin never told you, but you know it and he knows that you do.

“When Minho remembers and he realizes his sacrifice was for nothing.” You looked down as you said, chewing on your lower lip. And that’s what you have to do. Do everything to not let Minho remember even if it sucks. “And this was actually his punishment.”

“Can you?” Hyunjin softly asks and you look up, smiling at him as you nod. For him, you would. You sigh, shaking your head as you cover your face with your hands as you took in a deep breath and releasing it.

“Anyway,” you said as you dropped your hands to the table. You smile widely at Hyunjin. “Tell me how your day went.”

“Oh, no, no.” Hyunjin shakes his head as he smiles. “You tell me. How was the day?” Hyunjin asked with a grin like a best friend that was supportive of his friend like she got her first date... more like a mother, actually. “Tell me everything.”

You sigh, smiling as you thought about Minho, elbow resting on the table as you placed your jaw on your hand. “It was just exactly like our first date, Jinnie.”

three. — october ten.

Stubborn. Lee Minho is stubborn. You insisted for him to not to come with you shopping flowers for your grandmother, but Minho insisted more. So here you are, in the flower shop with Minho following around. Minho stops by the small white flowers on the side as you go to the counter. The flowers are really pretty, it reminded Minho of you for some reason. Minho looks at you as you as you talked to the florist on the counter.

Minho sees you nodding, smiling at the florist and then you turn around to look at the flowers, admiring all as you looked at their names. Minho looks back at the white flowers, wanting to give you. Minho looks at the name of it, baby’s breath, “I wanna stay with you forever.”. Does he feel that way? All he knows is that he just wishes you arrived earlier and not 20 days before—

“Minho?”

Minho lightly jumps, turning around to look at you. “Yes, flower?”

You stop, looking at him. “What did you say?”

Flower. He always called you that. Does he remember?

Minho looks nervous, shrugging as he tries to look cool. “I just.. I was thinking—”

“Right, right.” You said, shaking your head as you walked past him. Minho looks at you, watching you as the sun rays cover your skin and you protectively hold the flower arrangement on your hands. It feels so right to call you that. Minho smiles lightly and taking a small stem of baby’s breath with three branches that blooms tiny flowers, looking at the florist who was just smiling at him.

“Take it for free. It’s just a stem.” He says and Minho bows with a big smile, saying thank you. Minho turns around chasing you.

“Hey, flower, wait up.” Minho calls and you stop, turning around to him. He gives you the stem of baby’s breath and only did he realizes that it was a bit... lame. “I-I was going to give you a whole boquet but you.. you’re, um—”

“Do you know what the flower means?” You gently ask and Minho nods.

“I wanna stay with you forever, flower.” Minho says and you bite your lip, fighting off the smile that threatened to take over your face. You take in a deep breath, calming yourself from the giddiness you’re feeling. “This was stupid, I’m sorry—”

You take the stem, tiptoeing as you kiss his cheek. “Thank you, I appreciate it.” You turn around continuing to walk as you let the smile out that you can’t get rid of. Minho smiles gently, a chuckle escaping his lips as he tries to ignore the fast beating of his heart.

“Flower, you really got to stop making me chase you!”

four. — october fifteen.

Minho frowns as he watches you from afar. You pinch Hyunjin on his arm as Hyunjin squeals and laughs. What? When were the two of you friends? From what Minho remembers, it’s just you and him who became friends after that incident in the café. Hwang Hyunjin, back off! She’s mine. Minho looks at the side. Is he actually jealous? Minho, she’s not your girlfriend. Calm the fuck down. Minho shakes his head, a pout evident on his face as he makes his way towards you two.

“M-Minho!” Hyunjin calls, surprised—lowkey, nervous—as Minho looks at him with a pout. You turn around seeing the other reaper as he just looks at Hyunjin.

“W-When did the two of you become... friends?” Minho, what the fuck? You sound like you’re her fucking jealous possessive boyfriend. Minho was about to open his mouth, ready to take his words back when you spoke up.

“He was passing by and he thought he knew me. And I’m like, ‘Hey, you’re the dude with Minho in the café.’ and then that’s it.” You explained, lying through your teeth. “Turns out, he was talkative as I was.”

Hyunjin awkwardly smiles. Hyunjin was just thankful that grim reapers don’t have the power to read minds. Or else, you and him were doomed.

“Anyway, I gotta get going.” Hyunjin says and you nod, turning to him. “Min, see you later.” Hyunjin looks at you one last time as you look back at him and turns around as he makes his way to... wherever because frankly, he doesn’t know either.

You closed your eyes, breathing out the breath you held when you were lying. That was so fucking close. You opened your eyes, turning around to Minho with a wide smile on your face. “How are you?” You asked him.

“Fine.” Minho mumbles and you chew on your lower lip. But a smile comes up on your face as you watch him. Typical Minho. He was just the same as he was before when he gets jealous. The pout on his face was still evident. The pedestrian light turns green and you both start to walk. You walk closely beside by Minho as he started ahead of you, but your eyes were shifting on him, the ground, the road in front of you and... his hand.

As your hand was on the air around Minho’s you immediately halt your action as you remember that you shouldn’t. Minho would always forget it, tempted to hold your hand but thankfully, you have your own dumb excuses that he managed to believe.

When you reached the other side, you both turned to left to walk to your destination. God, you were so tempted to hold his hand. Wait... the rule was holding hands, palm to palm contact, right? So... it wouldn’t hurt if—

Minho stops (which makes you stop as well) as he looks down at his hand, your pinky curled with his. Minho looks at you as you nervously look at him, teeth chewing on your lower lip. How did Minho not think of this before?

Too nervous at his staring which was really hard to decipher up until now even though you’ve known him for half of your life, you uncurl your pinky from his to pull away—

Minho locks his pinky with yours quickly before you could even pull away and looks down as he starts to walk, leading the way as he left you a few steps behind. A grin takes over your face and you follow him. Minho, himself couldn’t hold the large grin that took over his face.

“Hey, good day?” Changbin who was ahead of Minho’s way says as his fellow reaper notices how unusually big his smile is. If Changbin recalls, Lee Minho never smiles. Minho only gives a nod and a soft expression of respect.

“A great one.” Minho answers as Changbin gives him a friendly pat on his shoulder. “Hope yours is, too.” Changbin smiles as Minho passes by him, his eyes following him and then he sees you, blushing madly which makes Changbin’s smile falter. Changbin looks at yours and Minho’s hand, pinkies linked and Changbin chuckles as he sees his intuitions were wrong.

“Why didn’t I think of that?” Changbin mumbles to himself and he continues on his way.

Yeah, this is way better than hand holding.

five. — october seventeen.

You folded your arms on the table, chin resting on your arm as you frown. It’s raining hard today and that’s okay that Minho was held back because of it but it’s been an hour and half, and Minho would text you. You’ve shoot him texts but he hasn’t answered even once.

“Hey, Y/N,” the kind waiter, Felix who was also your friend greeted. “You okay?” He asks as he places a hand on your shoulder. You sat up straight, smiling at your friend.

“Yeah, don’t worry about me, Lix. I’m fine.” You say and Felix nods, not wanting to pry anymore. “Would it be okay if I stay a bit longer?” You ask and Felix chuckles, nodding.

“Until I close down, if you want.” Felix says and you grin at him.

“Thank you.” You smile and Felix nods as he walks off to entertain the customers. You turn around, looking at the door, praying that Minho would finally come. The bell above the door rings once again, but no, it still wasn’t Minho. Where is he? Not holding back anymore, you grabbed your phone and dialed his number, chewing on your lower lip in anticipation as you pressed your phone against your ear.

Minho turns around to the table as he hears his phone ring. He looks at Hyunjin who was sitting across him with a worried expression on his face. “Minho, just answer her.” Hyunjin gently urges, but Minho shakes his head as he grabs his phone and flips it over. “What did Chan tell you?”

Minho looks at his friend who quite distressed over the situation. “Enjoy the remaining days I have here.” Minho mumbles his answer as he looks at the ground.

“Everyone sees you’re enjoying. Changbin even mentioned to me how you were grinning so wide the other day when he ran into you.” Hyunjin says and Minho sighs, placing his hands on the table as he hangs his head low. “And why is that you’re enjoying?”

“Y/N,” Minho whispers.

“So what’s stopping you?” Hyunjin asks.

“Fucking dammnit, Hyunjin!” Minho snaps, pushing the chair in front of him to the side. The reaper in front Minho freezes, surprised at how he reacted. Minho really does love you, huh. Hyunjin remembers, this was not the first time Minho has snapped at him. But Minho doesn’t remember. “Don’t you fucking get it? At first, I feel bad for her because she’s so young and she has to die. I’m the one who is assigned to fetch her so we can go up together.” Hyunjin only watches Minho, not able to say anything. “But now, I want to do something. I don’t want to go up yet. I don’t want her to, either. I want to spend more time with her. I’m not ready to let her go. Too fast, I know, but—” Minho cuts himself as he looks at Hyunjin with a pained look on his face.

If only Minho knows, it’s not too fast. It is too early. Hyunjin felt sad for his two friends, he couldn’t do anything for them.

“What do I do, Jinnie?” Minho asks. “It’s not like I can take her place and die again.”

Hyunjin sighs, smiling up at him. “Exactly, Minho.” He says. “You can’t do anything about it and you have to accept that.” Hyunjin says and breathes out. “Go to her, spend the reamaining time you have together.”

Minho licks his lips. Hyunjin’s right, what the hell is Minho doing? Minho shouldn’t have dwell about the short time that was given to them. At least, they were given time. This was better than just a few hours. This was better than nothing.

Minho takes his phone, stuffing it inside his pocket and walking to the coat rack to get his coat and umbrella. Without a word, Minho opens the door and his umbrella. He starts to walk to the café where you both first met. Minho finally arrives and he closes his umbrella as soon as he got under the roof. He pushes the door open with a smile and steps inside. But that smile quickly falters when he sees you at a corner with someone else, laughing like you were the happiest at the very moment.

Minho pulls his lips into a thin line, turning around to leave the café with a heavy heart. Hyunjin was right. You should spend your time with someone important to you. Minho was just someone who you met two weeks ago who spilled your coffee to you because he was being a ditz. You deserve someone who you’ve known your whole life.

“So, why were you here all alone?” Jisung asks.

Jisung has been your best friend ever since you entered college. He was the reason why you met Minho and Jisung was the one who you’d go to whenever you feel like talking about Minho.

“Uh,” you trailed off, chuckling. “I got stood up.”

“Oh?” Jisung asks. “Like... date?” You nod and Jisung’s expression remains surprised. “I... I’m proud of you, Y/N. After what happened with Minho, you’ve been miserable and—is it alright to talk about him?”

“Of course!” You said, shaking your head. “Continue where you left off.”

“Are you sure?” Jisung asks and you nod. “How have you been since Minho’s accident?” How have you been? Miserable, as fuck. Especially now since you’ve made the mistake of being close to him again. Oh, yeah, and, uh, dying on the 25th of October.

“Good.” You answered. Minho’s back to your life, except he doesn’t remember you at all. “It’s been hard without him, but great.” You trailed off, feeling your voice waver. Jisung notices, of course.

“Let’s not talk about it.” Jisung says as he looks down. You took a deep breath, smiling at your best friend.

“I love that you caught me here, but I have to go, Ji.” You say and Jisung nods, fully understanding you. But no, he doesn’t understand what’s been happening lately, and you don’t plan on telling him. “Bye, Ji. Take care. Let’s do it again some time.”

“Take care, Y/N.” Jisung says and you stand up, taking your umbrella with you as you finally go home.

It’s been a bad day today. But you wish, Minho just told you why he stood you up.

six. — october twenty-four.

Minho hears muffled giggles as he stands in front of your apartment. “Jeongin, stop! I will fucking throw you out of the window, I swear.” Your giggles were loud, making Minho’s heart swell. It hurt. You’re so happy today, not knowing tomorrow you won’t be here anymore.

“Do it, I dare you!” A boy answered with laughter. “Is that what aunty and uncle taught you how to treat your younger cousin?” You only answered with laughter. “Hey, it’s almost seven. I should be going.”

“Right,” you said as you walked through the apartment. “Do you want me to walk you to the lobby?”

Then, the door opens. Minho’s eyes widen as he came face-to-face with your younger cousin. Jeongin was about to smirk when he realized the man in front of him was oddly familiar. Minho bows in respect and Jeongin does the same but with little reluctance. He was so familiar.

“Hey, uh, you don’t need to.” Jeongin calls as he turns away from Minho. “You got a visitor, by the way.”

“Oh? Who is it?” You ask from your room and Jeongin faces Minho again, gesturing for his name.

“Minho.” The said boy says and Jeongin smiles.

“Jeongin.” The younger says as he holds his hand out to him. Minho almost grabs Jeongin’s hand when he remembers. Sigh, Minho. To the hundredth power. Minho lowers his hand as he tries to look for a stupid excuse.

“My hand isn’t really clean right now since I... uh, played with a stray cat along the way.” Well, Minho wasn’t really lying. Jeongin chuckles, nodding as he lowers his hand.

“It’s Minho, Y/N.” Jeongin calls and a thud erupts, Jeongin laughing immediately as he shakes his head. “Come in, sit by the couch.” Jeongin instructs for Minho and he follows. Jeongin walks inside your room, ready to tease you on how excited you are until his eye catches your Minho’s picture at your desk. Jeongin frowns and he looks at you as you got the picture frame and hid it in one of your drawers. “Y/N.”

“Yeah, Innie?” You said, not facing him as you fixed the mess that you made on your desk in a way that looks like you’re panicking. Jeongin sees your hands visibly shaking as you paused for a moment, looking at your desk thinking of what to do.

“M-Minho.” Jeongin says. “That Minho looks like your Minho and they have the same name. H-How did you even know him?”

“Long story,” you said and you breathed in as you turned around with a smile. “A bit insane, huh?”

“Creepy, yeah.” Jeongin answers and you laugh lightly. “Does he know about your Minho?”

You shake your head, laughing lightly. “Come on, Innie. He... He doesn’t have to know everything. He’s just a friend.” You say and Jeongin nods. He shakes his head and you smile. “Take care. Tell your mom and dad I said hi, okay?”

“Yeah.” Jeongin says and you walk him out to your door. “Bye, Y/N.”

“Sure you don’t want me to—”

“Y/N! I’m not a baby.” Jeongin laughs in an exasperated way. You laugh, opening the door for him. Jeongin then turns to Minho, bowing at him lightly and he finally goes out of your apartment. “Have fun, Y/N. But not too much!”

“Shut up!” You laugh and Jeongin kisses your forehead. Your cousin finally leaves and you close your door. You take a deep breath, facing Minho who was already walking towards you. “What brings you here?” You ask him as you lean back at the door.

Minho stops at a distance, looking everywhere but at you. “I... I’m sorry I stood you up the other day. I was feeling—”

“It’s okay.” You said, nodding. You know what’s really up. Hyunjin told you everything and you forgive him. But something in you right now doesn’t want to be around him. “Is that all?”

“Remember what you told me in the playground?” Minho asks, his voice small as he feels so nervous right in front of you just like the first day you both met. “That we should do everything even though we’re reluctant of it?”

“What about it?” You ask and Minho takes in a deep breath.

“I love you, flower.”

Your head snaps up, looking at him. Did he just..?

“I know, too fast, but...” Minho trails off as he tries to look for the right words. “Something just keeps on gravitating me towards you, flower. I... It never felt like I was getting to know you. It felt like I was remembering you. It sounds insane and I just—”

“I love you, too.” You answered which left Minho speechless. Minho felt he was insane—you two are insane, but Minho doesn’t care. You do crazy things when you’re in love (Hercules and Meg were right). “Always have, always will.”

Minho marched up to you, cupping your cheeks and pressing his lips against yours. You were taken aback, but oh, it felt so good to taste his lips again. You kissed back, holding on to his wrists as you felt your knees weaken. Minho pulls away, looking into your eyes as you opened them.

“There’s something I need to tell you.” Minho mumbles and you shake your head. “Flower, listen, I’m—”

“Minho,” you cut him off, thumbs running circles against his wrists. “You don’t have to tell me anything. Don’t tell me anything right now. Please, just... whatever you have to tell me, don’t.”

“But, flower, you don’t understand.” Minho says. “You’d hate me once you find out.”

“I won’t.” You whispered, assuring him. How could you? You close his wrists together, hands wrapping around his closed ones. “I could never hate you. I love you, too much. More than anything.”

“Y/N, flower,”

"Trust me, my love. Never.” You whisper and Minho pulls his hands away from your, wrapping his arms around your waist as he pulls you impossibly closer, resting his chin on your shoulder.

Minho’s heart remembers you and that’s more than enough for you.

seven. — october twenty-five.

Minho has his hands shoved inside his pocket as he waits for the bus with you. You were to visit your parents tonight and even though Minho knows what is bound to happen, he still couldn’t help but grow anxious.

“You okay?” You ask as you lightly nudge him by the arm. Minho nods, forcing a smile to you. You know it, it was a fake one. Should you just tell him? No, telling him would make things even worse. “Promise?” You ask and Minho just nods, pulling his hands out of his pockets and pulling you into an embrace. You giggle, wrapping your arms around him.

“I love you, flower.” Minho mumbles and you pat his back, mumbling those three words back to him. Then you see the empty bus, coming your way. Your heart grows heavy and you move, pulling away from Minho. You hold him at arm length, smiling widely at him.

“Whatever happens is not your fault, okay?” You say and Minho grows confused. But Minho nods, anyway. The bus finally reaches you, stoppping in front of you. You breathe in, smiling at Minho. “Bye, Min. I’ll see you.”

Literally and figuratively.

Minho pulls you back by your wrist, cupping your cheeks as he presses his lips against your lips. You kiss back, lips dancing together as you wrap your arms around his torso. Minho pulls away, pursing his lips as he forces a smile again. “I love you.” Minho mumbles.

“I love you, too.” You answered. “So much. And I’m so thankful you came back.” You pull away, walking off to climb the bus. Minho was even more confused at your words as he watches your back.

The bus starts to move and you turn your back to him, instead of looking. Minho looks at the ground, frowning as he waits for the sound of the crash. He has to accept it, he has to accept that it was the only time given for you two. Minho clenches his fists as if trying to hold back.

But this is you. He doesn’t hold back when it comes to you.

So, Minho breaks into a run, chasing your bus. He wasn’t a fast runner, everyone knows that. But how the hell did he managed to catch up with the bus? Simple, you. Minho slams his fist thrice at the side of the bus, signalling the driver to stop. Minho slows down as the bus does, running inside and face you as he grabs your wrist to pull you out of the bus.

“Minho, what are you doing?” You say, but Minho stays silent, dragging you out of the bus. Minho drops your wrist as he manages to drag you away form the bus. You look around and slowly, time stopped.

Minho, not aware that you were able to move, pulls you into his arms hugging you and not wanting to let go. Minho takes in a deep breath, tightening his grip. You pull away, looking at Minho and sighing. Minho’s eyes widen.

“H-How could you..?”

“Minho, stop it!” You raised your voice as you glared at him. “Don’t you understand that we can’t do anything about it anymore?” Your tears started to stream down your face as you kept on speaking. “Please, I’m going back to the bus. Don’t stop it. This was meant to happen.”

You sigh, wiping your tears off and turning around to go back to the bus. But Minho was stubborn. He looks at your hand and grabs it, making sure to have a palm to palm contact, pulling you again and everything finally comes to him.

Minho shoves the envelope against Hyunjin’s chest as he read the details. “Not a good joke, Hyunjin.” Minho says and he shoves past Hyunjin as he looks at the envelope.

“Minho, I... you’ve been a great friend to me.” Hyunjin says as he turns around to look at Minho who only had his back turned to him. “I just thought... you deserve to know.”

Minho turns around, shaking his head. “What can we do?” He asks, tears welling up in his eyes as he looks at Hyunjin with hopeful eyes.

“Nothing, Minho. There’s nothing—”

“Well, we have to do something!” Minho raises his voice and Hyunjin winces at it. Minho never does that. He’s a happy person who never gets mad. “Hyunjin, that’s my fucking girlfriend. Dying on my fucking birthday.”

Hyunjin sighs, feeling bad for he can’t do anything. “Minho, time will freeze if you try to stop her from riding that bus. We can’t do anything. I’m so sorry.” Hyunjin says but Minho is stubborn. He will do everything just for you.

(Full Name), October 25, 8:37 pm. Cause of death: truck ran into her bus.

Minho looks at his watch. He still has exactly an hour to do something. Minho passes by Hyunjin, runnning his way to the station where you would be. Hyunjin could do nothing but sigh at his friend, following slowly.

Panting, Minho arrives at the bus stop. He sees you with a paper bag on your hand, earphones plugged in your ears as you wait for the bus. Suddenly, a bus stops in front of you and Minho runs to you, and before you could step on the steps of the bus, Minho grabs your wrist, pulling you back.

“Minho!” You exclaimed when you see him. “I was just about to go to your apartment, what are you doing here?”

Minho looks at you, panting and you look at him. “Baby, what’s wrong?” You ask as you grab his hands. “Baby, what happened?”

“N-Nothing, can we just walk the way to my apartment?” Minho asks and you frown, looking at the bus. “Please, flower, for me?”

“Okay, but when we get to your apartment, you tell me everything?” You asked and Minho nods. “Promise—” You stopped moving, offering him your pinky halfway in between your bodies. Minho looks around, seeing everyone has stopped moving just like what Hyunjin said. Minho grabs your other wirst to look at your watch, looking at the time but it has stopped. He looks around, tears pooling in his eyes. He lets out a quiet sob, hugging you tightly as he places a gentle kiss on your forehead.

You have so many things you want to do, especially with Minho. He only wanted for you to reach those dreams because it would make you happy. But how would you if you’re gonna ride this bus? An idea pops in Minho’s mind and it makes him hug you even tighter. Minho sighs, peppering kisses all over your face. MInho slowly lets go, looking at you.

“I love you, flower.” Minho mumbles, kissing your lips one last time. Minho looks at the bus, walking towards the entrance as he stands by the entrance, looking at you. Minho closes his eyes, repeating “Please, work.” phrase over and over again. Minho suddenly feels the bus moving and he opens his eyes, looking at you.

You blinked twice, looking around for Minho. Then you see him on the bus, he smiles at you, waving and you grow confused.

Hyunjin, who followed Minho was on the corner, watching the scene unfold right in front of his eyes. Hyunjin immediately fishes his pocket, pulling the letter out. It was still your name on it, but you were at the side watching. Hyunjin hears a crash and suddenly your name was changed to Lee Minho.

Hyunjin looks up, the bus laid on its side as the truck collided with it. Hyunjin turns his gaze to you, hands covering your mouth as you were unable to move. And that was when Minho’s punishment started.

You pull your hand away, looking at Minho. “No, no, no, no.” Minho mumbles, looking at you. “This isn’t...” Minho trails off, you come forward cupping his cheeks and you shake your head, closing your eyes. Minho rests his forehead against yours and you draw circles on his cheeks with your thumb.

“Flower, I..” Minho mumbles and you shake your head, bringing his lips forward to yours. Minho kisses back, pulling you impossibly closer by your waist. You pull away, Minho hugging you by your waist as he rests his chin on your shoulder. You let out a shaky breath, pressing your lips against his cheek. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know. I couldn’t do anything to stop this.”

“It’s not your fault. It’s supposed to happen.” You mumble gently as you try to soothe Minho which was quite successful as he closes his eyes. “You did everything you could, alright?”

“But you had your dreams, you have a lot going on, wanted to do things you never did.” Minho says and you sigh, pulling away. You smile at him, wiping Minho’s tears off.

“And so did you.” You said and you sighed. “But, baby, this is what’s suppose to happen last year. Next life, we still have each other, right?”

Minho’s hands come up to your wrists, mumbling, “I don’t want to forget you again, flower.” And you sighed, smiling up at him.

“Minho, you didn’t.” You said. “You forgot your memories, but you kept on gravitating towards me. We’ll find each other again, I know it.” Minho sighs, bringing his hands down, arms cricling around your waist as he buries his face in your neck.

“I love you.” Minho mumbles and you wraps your arms around his shoulders, leaning your cheek against his head.

“I love you more.” You mumble and Minho pulls away, grabbing your hands and lifting them up to press his lips against your knuckles. You slowly pull away, cupping his cheeks, tilting his head to kiss the top of his head.

Then, you pull away from his touch as you walk towards the bus, climbed up and everything started to move.

a little ways down the road (or maybe longer).

Seungmin grumbled as he looked at you who was walking towards him in the office. “Just because you’re the boss’ favorite, doesn’t mean you can come in late.” Seungmin glared at you as you kept walking towards your desk which was beside his. Clumsily enough, you pulled your swivel chair out and placed your bag down on it. Seungmin started to grumble things out about being always late and having to cover your ass out from the snotty assistant of your boss. Having enough of it, you hand a cup of coffee out to Seungmin who brightly grins as he takes it. “You’re the best.”

You chuckle lightly, sitting on your chair as you begin to work on the paperworks that has been dumped on your desk way before you arrived.

“By the way, Y/N,” Seungmin calls and you look at him. “Boss gave us the half day, he’s going out later to spend the rest of the day with his mother who arrived from.. somewhere.”

“Oh, nice.” You mumbled. “That reminds me as well, I have to pick up flowers for my dad.”

Seungmin looks at his phone then back to you. “Happy anniversary to your parents.” Seungmin says and you mumble a small thank you as you look at your papers but your mind somewhere else. What flowers should you get this time? When your mother and father were on their boyfriend and girlfriend stage, your father would always plan something for the anniversaries until it became a tradition for them. And when you were born and would always admire flowers, your dad suddenly asked you if you could always be in charge of the flower boquet that he would give to your mother since he quite sucks at that part.

“Seung?” You call and Seungmin looks at you with a smile. “What flowers should I get this time?”

Seungmin turns to you, smiling. “What’d you get them last year?”

“Daisies.” You said and Seungmin nodded, thinking of what you should get.

“Roses?”

“Too common.”

“Sunflowers?”

“Got those last two years ago.”

“Tulips?”

“Um, no, I’m not feeling it.”

“Baby’s breath?”

Your head snaps up at the mention of the said flower, looking at Seungmin. Why.. did your heart suddenly felt.. heavy? You breathe in, lightly patting your chest, above your heart as you sit up straight. “What does it mean again? The flower.” You ask as you start working again, ignoring the heaviness that suddenly settled in your heart.

“I wanna stay with you forever, I think.” Seungmin says and you nod.

“Thanks.” You say.

“Sure.” Seungmin says as he goes back to his own work. You eye Seungmin who pokes his tongue out to you playfully, making you laugh lightly. And just like that, time passed by like a blink of an eye and here you are, fixing your things to finally go. When you’re done, you and Seungmin walk side by side until the exit of the building.

“Hey, Y/N, I have to go now. I have something to take care of.” Seungmin says and you nod with a smile.

“Take care, Seung.” You lightly smile and he gives you a grin as he takes the other way. You walk to the opposite direction, the bus stop to wait for a bus that would take you to the flower shop.

You sigh, looking around as you didn’t see that much people around. It was probably like this around this time, people being busy with either school or work. And you honestly kinda like it since it’s not crowded, but it feels like a ghost town.

Finally, a bus stops. Two or three people climbs down and you climb up, walking down the aisle as you want to be seated by the center. On the process of walking down to your designated seat, you lock eyes with a stranger and there it was again—the heaviness in your heart. You ignore it, continuing down the aisle as you finally get to your seat, getting comfortable on it.

Unlike any other day that you would ride a bus, you sa by the aisle looking at the stranger whom you locked eyes with. He was a stranger, but he felt familiar. And your heart never grew heavy like this. It would always get heavy at randome things, baby’s breath—just like Seungmin mentioned earlier—, cats, coffee, random people that you woul catch linking pinkies together, name it. But this one felt the heaviest.

You immediately moved to the window seat as you see his head turning around, but you were positive he caught you. Whatever. It’s ot like you two would see each other again anyway. You sigh, your eyes looking at the other side’s window and you see a long-haired man sitting on the side of your seat with a gentle smile who had a cup of coffee on his hand. He shakes his head, smiling as he clears his throat. “Is that your handkerchief?” He says as he points by your foot.

“No, not mine.” You awkwardly say, the shyness in your voice could not be hidden as your cheeks started to go light red. God, you were not good with interacting with strangers.

The man nods, standing up as he feels the bus stop. “Bye, Y/N. Take care.” He says with a smile as he walks down the aisle, not waiting or your reply. You watch him as he climbs out of the bus, meeting with a friend who was slightly shorter than him who has the same black trench coat as him.

“You, too.” You mumble and the bus finally moves. Soon, the man who knows your name gets off of your mind and you sit there at the bus with your earphones plugged in your ears as you watched the buildings that you pass by and soon, your stop comes. You stand up, keeping your phone and earphones in side your bag as you feel the bus stop. When it fully stops, you walk down the aisle and slow down as a lot was coming off.

Slowly, your head turns around to where the stranger you locked eyes with was seated but he wasn’t there anymore. You sigh, turning your head in front of you as you climb out of the bus and walk straight to the corner of the flower shop.

“Hi, Y/N,” the owner of the shop, Felix greets with a sunshine-like smile. “As expected, every year. So, what flower do you have in mind?”

Felix was your friend from college whom you met through Seungmin since they had another mutual friend. Felix was the boy who was an absolute sunshine to everyone, smiling at you even if he doesn’t know you. And you just absolutely love him.

“Um, baby’s breath. What do you think?” You ask.

Felix hums in approval. “I’ve been waiting for that name to get out of your lips for years.” Felix says as he gets ready to arrange your flowers.

“Why didn’t you just suggest it to me?” You ask with a laugh.

“Because that would be cheating, Y/N.” Jisung, Felix’s co-owner and his best friend says as he walks out of the room at the back with a watering can on his hand, walking past you to go around and water the plants. “We had a bet about it and I lost.”

Felix grins as he keeps working on the boquet. “We always have a bet on what flower are you gonna get every year.” Felix informs you and you chuckle, shaking your head. These two dorks, I swear.

“And he always, always bets on baby’s breath.” Jisung says as he looks at you with a shrug. You chuckle, looking at Felix.

“Why baby’s breath?” You asked and Felix shrugged.

“Don’t you remember your dreams, Y/N?” Felix asks and you raise an eyebrow at him. “Remember when we were together at the library and you fell asleep when you were supposed to help me?”

“You’re never gonna let that go, are you?” You laugh.

Felix laughs as well, shaking his head. “Not the point, Y/N.” Felix smiles as he holds the flower up, fixing some fallen flowers or branch or something. “I heard you mumbling in your sleep ‘I wanna stay with you forver, too.’ and then when you woke up you told me that you were holding a stem that had small white flowers on them but you couldn’t remember why.”

You tilted your head, trying to remember. But that’s weird. Why would you dream about it? You’d always forget that flower exists until Seungmin mentioned it today. What was it with that flower? Why did your heart grow heavy at the mention of the flower earlier?

“Here you go.” Felix says with a smile and you take the small boquet in your hands. You pay Felix and when you hear the sound of the cashier, you wave at Felix.

“Thank you, always.” You say. “Bye, Lix. Bye, Hanji.”

“Bye.” They both said with a smile and you turned around to exit the shop. Felix watches you through the glass panel and when you came out of sight, he turns to Jisung with a smirk.

“Where’s my 20, loser?”

It was beautiful. The tiny white flowers that bloomed made you smile as you just watch the whole time you were riding the bus and it honestly made you almost miss your stop. You went to your parent’s house, giving your dad the boquet he asked you for. With a kiss on his cheek and and I love you that was said by both, you went off to go back to go to your apartment, wanting to sleep the day away since you don’t have to wake up early tomorrow morning since it’s your day off.

You came home to your cat sleeping at the top of your bookshelf and you couldn’t help but chuckle. He would always pick the most uncomfortable places to sleep on. But hey, who were you to judge? You’re not a cat.

Yes, even though cats made your heart heavy, it didn’t stop you from getting one. You just love them so much and you always wanted one ever since you were a kid.

If one was to see what you would always do with your cat, they would assume that you probably planned your life living it alone already. I mean, come on, you’d always cuddle your cat, tell him about your problems and worries and especially about your heart growing heavy at most random times, and if you were being completely honest, you’d dance with him sometimes—but that’s a secret—but honestly, you just treat your cat as if it was your child.

So, here you are again.

“Hey,” you said as you move around to fix yourself. “I saw this stranger at the bus and we stared at each other. It was nothing, but I can’t shake the feeling that I know him from somewhere.” You said as you collapse on your couch. “And then another guy knows my name who smiled at me but I don’t know his name.” You said. You were honestly bothered. Who the hell was he? You sigh, biting your lower lip as you look at the ground. “But the first guy, he looks like someone, he’s so familiar. I just can’t name who the hell looks like him.”

Your soulmate, most likely. He looks like your soulmate but that was the last thing in your mind.

“So, Felix and Jisung would always bet on me every year on what flower I would request.” You say as you sip on your coffee. Seungmin across you just laughed, shaking his head at your two friends. “Did you know? Is that why you suggested baby’s breath?”

Seungmin shakes his head. “You just look like a baby’s breath person. Plus, it wasn’t the first suggestion.” Seungmin said and you nodded, shrugging. “Felix told me years ago you had a dream about—”

“Yeah, he told me yesterday.” You said with a smile.

Seungmin is your best friend. Ever since college, he was your ride or die. He loves to tease you, but when others do it, they better run away.

“So what did you do yesterday?” Seungmin asks.

“Not much. Just the flowers and then I went home and go sleep.” You said and Seungmin nodded. “How about you? Where’d you go yesterday?”

“You know my friend, Jeongin, the one who was still in college?” Seungmin asks and you nod. “He called me yesterday because he said he had an emergency. And when I went there yesterday he said it was all fixed and since I was there already, I chould hang for a bit.”

You laugh lightly. “He must be missing you.”

Seungmin looks at his phone and sees the time. “I should get going, I promised him yesterday I would help him with his papers.” Seungmin says as he stands up. “How about you?”

“I’ll walk out with you. I just came here because I had nothing to do, so now, I’ll be going back to my apartment.” You say as you fix your clothes, dusting non-existent dust off and when you’re satisfied, you grabbed your coffee. You move to the edge of the seat, standing up and sharply turning, coliding with someone’s chest. The person takes a step backwards as your coffee spill all over the person. You look at him with wide eyes as his eyes were down on his clothes, a small frown on his lips.

“Shit, I’m so sorry.” You mumble.

“It’s fine.” He mumbles and you palm your pocket to see if you have a handkerchief, but no you don’t. So you look for table napkins but it looks like you ran out of. So, you looked at Seungmin who was looking at you as you looked at his hand. Bingo. You snatched his handkerchief off and turn around to the poor stranger you accidentally poured coffee all over at as you placed the empty cup on the table.

You lightly dab on his torso, frowning ligthly as you continue your work. You gently grab his hand cleaning the spilled coffee off. You let his hand go, unfolding the handkerchief as you flipped on the clean part.

And then you stopped.

Dude, what were you doing?

You sigh, feeling the redness on your cheeks spreading. Suddenly, you feel something on your back pocket being pulled out and you looked at Seungmin who just holds your handkerchief out. Oh. There it was. You grabbed it and held it out to the stranger.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized. “I was panicking and I didn’t know what to do.”

“it’s alright.” He says with a light laugh as he takes the handkerchief, mumbling a thanks. He cleans the rest and with a smile he folds the hankderchief. “I would give this back, but..” He shrugs, gesturing on the handkerchief being unclean.

“No, it’s okay!” You said. “My apartment’s just nearby, maybe I can give you some spare shirt.”

He just looks at you with an unknown look as if he was studying you. “I’m sorry, you look very familiar. Have we met before?” He asks and you shake your head, looking at him. Oh! He’s the guy in the bus yesterday.

“I think I rode a bus with you yesterday.” You said and he laughed lightly, nodding.

“Yes, but not that.” He says with a light smile. “I just think, this happened before.” He mumbles and you nod. You feel it, too. It was all too familiar. Did this happen before? Have you two met but just can’t remember? But why won’t you remember?

“it does feel like this happened already.” You said with a soft smile. But deep down inside you, you know where it happened, you just haven’t been into that much thought yet.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.” You smile, holding your hand out to him.

“Minho.” He says with a smile, placing his hands in yours as he shakes them. You don’t know if it’s just the way he holds it or maybe his hand really does fit with yours like a puzzle hugging it’s piece.

For the first time, your heart felt joy not heaviness.

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stellocchia · 3 years

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This is part 4 of the Comprehensive Analysis of c!Tommy and c!Dream’s relationship during the Exile Arc

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

We’re here once more just to suffer... though be fair I did decide to do this to myself, so I can’t really complain there...

As always under the cut we will be exclusively be talking about the characters unless stated otherwise and we will be talking about some serious topics, so keep that in mind

We’re starting this off with the infamous Beach Party stream: Tommy Is Left ALONE at his Exile Party with Dream

Now, quick introduction to this vod, since we find out about some details later on: no-one, aside from Dream, shows up because Dream destroyed the invitations and also Ghostbur won’t be around any longer because Dream sent him away (knowing fully well that that could have killed him since he already heard directly from Ghostbur that rain melted him).

Basically at this point Dream is taking a step further into the manipulation process by not only making everyone else believe that Tommy didn’t want to see them but by also physically ensure they’d believe that. Also Tommy doesn’t start this one drowning either (perhaps because he was in high spirits the day prior?)

*creeper blows up* “Shit shit shit shit (...) I’m stupid I’m stupid I deserve that I deserve that. No no no no I didn’t I didn’t, today is gonna be a good day, today is gonna be a big day” (first response to anything negative has become taking on the blame, which we see later on with the Community House situation)

“Will Tubbo be there? Maybe! Myabe he will! Maybe he will!” (Tommy still very much missing his best friend)

“He [Tubbo] did boot me out... no no! you know what? I’m in the mood to reconcile!” (a big trait of Tommy’s has always been his loyalty to people, no matter how much they hurt him)

“It was definitely 8 pm GMT, 8 pm G-” *Dream joins the game* *Tommy pauses for a few moments on the Nether bridge completely still and then turns back* (I want to point out that the reaction any time Dream joined was one of absolute fear, for good reasons of course)

One thing that I’ve noticed is that Dream rarely comes from the Nether when visiting Tommy, opting instead for the objectively longer route through the water, which honestly seems to reinforce something he said early on, which was basically that even with the longer route it doesn’t take much effort to visit, and yet Dream is the only one willing to make that effort.

“Hello!” “H-hello?” “Hi!” “Hi ho-” “Where is everyone else?” “Oh... I don’t- I don’t know...” “I’m running a little late, I’m sorry”

Considering that we know that Dream was in fact the one who sabotaged the invites, therefore meaning he knew fully well that nobody would be there, does the fact that he came late seem like he really wanted Tommy to stew in his own loneliness for a while to anyone else? You know, to properly break his spirit. Also Tommy immediately after this goes to take off his armour (Tommy Slippers included) and weapons, but this is the one time Dream lets him keep it (which, once again, he’ll use as a point against him later on).

“Wilbur sent out the invites, didn’t he?” “Yeah, yeah no he sent them to everybody. He actually told Tubbo to his- like, he told him, he didn’t even need to give him an invite” “Really?!” “Yeah” (just want to point out that this is in fact not gaslighting, as some people seemed to think at the time, but it is still manipulation)

“I’m sure they said they’d be here by the day-” *watching the sun go down* “Time...” “I- I thought I was late so I’m surprised people aren’t here, but...” (turns out Dream was around 15 minutes late supposedly)

Tommy at this point takes out the cake, but he doesn’t eat any. I do think this is a good time to point out that the further we are into the exile the less we actually see Tommy eating (sometimes he straight up throws away any food he has in the inventory). He also sleeps less and less (or, at least, rests less, after all sleeping doesn’t necessarily mean being well rested afterwards) which we can deduce both from his comments on the subject and his rapidly deteriorating state.

“Dream, no-one’s here” “I don’t know why... guess I’m most surprised Tubbo isn’t ‘cause he said he was gonna be, but-” (once again harping on to the retoric that Tubbo specifically willingly abandoned Tommy)

“I figured, I mean I figured you’d probably care the least if I was here so I just- I didn’t mind being a little bit late because everyone else would be here, but...” (once again the idea here is: “even if I was late I still came, no-one else did”)

“No-one cares about me anymore!” “That’s not true...” “No-one cares about me!” *Tommy takes his armour off again* “Tommy...” “No-one cares- no-one cares about me!” *Tommy destroys the rest of the cake* “No no no *sigh*” “No-one cares, do they? No-one showed up to my party... and it was the one thing, THE ONE THING they had to do for me after exiling me and fucking me over and not one of them came with me. And... none of them care about me anymore... ‘cause I’m not in L’manburg anymore, ‘cause I’m not with- ‘cause I’m not the vice-president”

Okay, that was a long quote, but 2 things I want to point out here: Tommy had about half of his health here, he refused to eat, take of his armour and marched towards the Nether, which is again him acting with no regard for his own self-preservation. And also there is a bit of Wilbur retoric sprinkled in there, with the whole “people only care about you when you have power” mentality. That’s exactly what Wilbur tried to convince him of in the Pogtopia era and it looks like he’s seeing a confirmation of this through the party.

“If no-one is gonna put in any effort to come and see me, than I’ll make the effort harder to come and see me then, alright?”

At this point Tommy has borrowed Dream’s netherite pickaxe and he proceeds to destroy a chunk of the bridge he’s made in the Nether, swapping it out for a one block wide wooden bridge. Of course, it goes without saying that he is not acting rationally, he is hurt and angry at the moment and he wants to convince himself that if others don’t care about him then he won’t care about them, which is why he starts lashing out more after this. And this is the result of Dream’s direct actions by the way.

“What is everyone saying about Tubbo’s compass? What is that? What is it? Explain to me” “I- uh I’m pretty sure that he burned it or something... or he lost it, something like that” “Wha...?” “He doesn’t have it anymore”

Tommy, up until now, didn’t even fully believed that Tubbo had a compass, but with the official confirmation of it being paired with Tubbo possibly willingly burn it, it’s the last straw for Tommy who decides to do the same. Though he doesn’t end up actually burning it, he does goes to take it out of the enderchest and bring it to the Nether. I do want to point out that Tubbo did not, in fact, either loose it or burn it willingly. It was blown up by accident in a creeper explosion.

*Tommy holding his compass over a sea of lava* “He burnt it? On purpose?” “I- I think so” “You know what, wou know what? Y- you know what?!” “Why don’t you- why don’t you sleep on it Tommy? Just wait don’t do anything, you know? Anything you can’t take back and then...” “I don’t sleep anymore Dream...”

Pretty sad scene... also a confirmation of what we said before about Tommy sleeping less and less. Also I’m not entirely sure why Dream was suddenly against Tommy burning the compass when he didn’t seem to be at the start, though it could be because Tommy was so obviously hesitant about it, so he probably wouldn’t have done it either way. Which means that it was a good moment to get friendship points.

*Tommy standing in front of the portal in the main Nether hub* “I just want to go home... please can I go home...?” “Uhm, do you wanna see the Christmas tree for, like, 10 seconds?” “Can I stay?” “You can’t stay, but you can go look at it, I’ll let you out-” “Why can’t I stay?” “It’s not like they want you anyway Tommy” “wha...?” “Tommy, no-one showed up to your party and everyone was invited. Do you want to see the Christmas tree?” “I’ll just go back...”

This is the one single scene that is capable of making me emotional every single time. Just Tommy’s broken and small voice throughout it is something else... also Dream’s absolutely smug tone in all of it. But, the one thing, aside from the great acting, that I want to point out in all of this is how the reason for why Tommy can’t go back now has shifted from Dream killing him if he does to his old friends not wanting him around any longer. This way Dream gets to fully play the part of the magnanimous friend who still cares while everyone else is depicted as the enemy. Also I do find it interesting that in this scene Dream keeps insisting quite a bit for Tommy to go see the tree (in contrast to the first time where he refused for him to go back even for a few seconds), which almost looks like him testing how effective his conditioning was.

“That guy is gonna kill me, the little guy” *pointing at a baby piglin* “Oh” *Dream proceeds to get rid of it* (Tommy is by now basically dependent on Dream for his own safety)

“Do you need food?” “*sigh* No” (Tommy is literally on 3 hearts with 3 1/2 hunger bars and he is still refusing to eat)

They spend quite a bit of time after this by playing with Dream’s riptide trident and later also with the throwing one. Also Tommy changes his “girlfriend” hot girl for HOTTER girl (because I know you all deeply care for this kind of updates)

“I actually didn’t have a trident before and it took forever to come here, so I got a trident to come here quickly” “Oh thank you! You obviously care about me Dream” (Tommy feeling compelled to thank Dream for literally anything paired with Dream constantly showing off how much effort he is willing to put in)

“Let’s make a guest tent, let’s make a guest tent!” “That’s a... great idea” “In case any guest wanna- I mean maybe even- maybe you- we’ll make it here. It- it needs to be close to me because I’m- I’m really missing contact” (on top of everything else, Tommy was also canonically touch starved)

Dream and Tommy also make a guest tent together (and it’s implied a few times that maybe Dream will use it) before playing with tridents a bit more when it starts raining. Also Tommy builds a cobblestone smartphone were he keeps snapchat streaks with girls (this goes in the list of sentences I never thought I’d type).

“Hey thanks for letting me keep my armour today” “You’re welcome” “It was nice of you” “I just thought it’d be good for the party and everything” “I’m sorry it wasn’t that much of a party in the end” “Eh, we make it a party together, so” “Yeah”

So, once more I want to point out a couple of things: there is no reason, aside from Dream’s conditioning, for Tommy to feel grateful that Dream didn’t take away his means to defend himself, nor is there any reason for Tommy to be the one apologizing for the party turning out the way it did. But also one other thing I want to point out is Dream’s insistence over them having fun together, which he keeps saying even later on during the prison visits. And I want to point that out because I do really think that Dream believes that or that he, at the very least, does try to convince himself of it. I’m still not entirely sure on that point, but, by now, I’m fairly sure that Dream really does believe that him and Tommy are his warped and toxic version of what “friends” would be...

“I should have died and then- and then I didn’t! I should have died...” (suicidal thoughts)

*Tommy reaching the maximum height with the trident* “I’m alone...” (just a very famous scene here, but also keeping to the theme of loneliness even when other people are around, in this case Dream)

“Just- just build a guest tent Dream! You’re probably gonna be the one who stays in the most so... since you’re my guest”

*Dream standing inside the guest tent* “I’m in- I’m in my tent my tent” (the implications I mentioned before)

“Maybe I’m just gonna stay here, maybe I’m just gonna live here instead” (referring always to the guest tent and Logstedshire)

This all ends with Dream gifting Tommy the throwing trident (which he then puts in his enderchest) and Tommy also gains a zombie head from their mob hunting.

“Let me keep the other trident please” “What the one that you can throw?” “Yeah” “Okay Tommy, I’ll let you keep it” “Really?” “Yeah, as a gift, a beach party gift. You can remember our bonding experience from today” “Awww, thank you” (this is the conversation as a frame of reference)

“Listen Dream, what do we do now, then? If no-one is gonna come and visit me, what do I do?” “Nah, I’m visiting you!” (Dream really is convinced to me as much the center of Tommy’s universe as he is of his, huh?)

“Dream, as much as I’m feeling happy, I’m not. I’m not Dream. Where do we go from here?” “Uhm, I think that you will come around to liking it here, and you’ll build up your own ‘empire’ here, and you’ll be happy and maybe they’ll come and visit you- like you said! You said the thing about all, like, power right? You have no power and now they don’t visit you, maybe you’ll be- you’ll be back in power and then they’ll...” “I’ll always be exiled” “Yeah but that doesn’t mean you can’t become powerful, you can become powerful away from- away from them”

This is the closing conversation, that ends with Tommy entering the sea and disconnecting once he is on only one bubble of air left. Which, by the way, is a case of Tommy dissociating, which we know because he always later seems confused when logging in and finding himself in the water (meaning the confrontation with Jack at the hotel wasn’t the first case of him dissociating).

Also, while Dream is spewing all of this stuff about how “Tommy can still be powerful here” it’s obvious that that’s not the case. Tommy is not allowed armour or weapons and he is basically not allowed any allies (what with Dream sending Ghostbur away, intercepting Ranboo’s mail and making sure to keep away from Tommy as much as possible). Tommy is quite literally stuck in a position of powerlessness that he cannot escape from with someone who actually enjoys having him at his weakest.

I’ll leave it here for today, because this was literally one of the most intense streams so I had quite a lot to say and this became so damn long... I’ll probably condense the next two together.

#dreamwastaken #tommyinnit #dream smp #character analysis #relationship analysis #tw abuse #tw suicide #tw manipulation #exile arc #c!dream #long post #my post #this seriously came out really fucking long #oh well #pretty sure you guys are used to that from me by now!

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hisunshiine · 3 years

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Escape ✈︎ Chapter 10

✈︎ chapter 10: SOPE Game Night ft. Tae pt. 1 | ✈︎ Escape Series — 18+, Mature

✈︎ genre: smut

✈︎ word count: 3721 words

✈︎ pairing: taehyung x reader; yoongi x reader; hobi x reader

✈︎ warnings: dirty talk, sex games, fingering, teasing, voyeurism, breast play, neck sucking, kissing, fingering, dual hand job, dom/sub undertones, food play (honey), lowkey about to turn into a 4some, some serious misuse of a twister game mat, cunnilingus, edging, dom’s arguing at cockblocking, cockwarming, cliffhanger (oooops)

✈︎ summary: You finally snag an invite to the elusive and super secretive SOPE game night.

It was always fun on the island, especially because there was always something to do, whether it was helping Jin at the restaurant, keeping up with the orders and supplies that needed to go out, or helping to spruce up the island as slowly more things were built up and added. You had volunteered to help the 95z line with supply orders, since the faster it was done, the more free time they had to spend with all of you ladies.

“Tae! Let’s split the buildings,” Jimin said, ”I can go check the visitor bungalows and the satellite office building; Keyla and Shey can come with me,” he pointed at two girls who climbed on the gold cart with him to head over to check out the visitor bungalows.

"He's in a rush to get things done today," you say to Tae and you both laugh.

"Jimin is usually the laziest, trying to do the least work, but I think he's trying to show off in front of our helpers," Tae says.

You both turn as you hear footsteps approaching.

"Hoseok Hyung, are you here to help us?"

He doesn't look amused at the question.

"That's not what I'm here for," he says as he lets out a slightly irritated sigh, "Joon is busy until tomorrow, and we have a very important game night planned. I was coming to see if you wanted to replace him and run the games with Yoongi and I?"

Taehyung's eyes get huge and he smiles that big boxy smile.

"Of everybody, you're asking me? Of course I'll take his spot tonight!"

Hoseok continues to tell him the games start at 9 PM sharp, so he needs to be there by 8 PM to help get everything setup, and other details which you couldn't quite hear. After Hoseok was done and walked away, you had a hundred questions for Tae.

"So a game night, huh? I didn't see it anywhere on any itinerary, why not? Is it by invite only? Why have I never been invited? Tae?"

He's still shocked that his hyung chose him, his mouth parted in disbelief.

"What? Oh! Umm, it's a private game night, by invite only, I haven't ever been invited until today. He said I can bring a guest, so, do you want to accompany me?"

"Hell yeah!" You screech in excitement. You are so excited, but then you get nervous.

"Tae, what kind of games are by invite only?"

He shrugs his shoulders.

"I don't know, but we’ll find out tonight! Let's finish this, we only have a few hours and we both need to shower and get ready before we go. I'll meet you at your house at 7:45 and we can walk over there together, okay?"

You nod in agreement, and you both jump in the golf cart and begin checking the rest of the buildings to get a supply order taken. You are so excited about tonight and you have no idea what's in store for you.

✈︎

At 7:30, you hear a familiar voice enter the house.

"Is Y/N in her room? I'm a bit early, but we have some stuff we have to take care of... I’ll come by and see you later, okay?" You hear what sounds like an ass being smacked, then footsteps towards your door.

You walk out just as Tae reaches for your doorknob.

"So you weren't going to knock, mm?" You smile and close the door behind you, because your room is a mess. You tried on a hundred different outfits, wanting to look desirable, yet casual.

Tae just stood there, looking you up and down and licked his lips before biting his bottom lip.

"Damn, you look fucking sexy! Sorry to be blunt, but compared to earlier, whoa!"

You feel your cheeks begin to get warm and red, you smile while looking down in embarrassment.

"Am I trying too hard you think?"

Tae cups your chin with his large hand and lifts your head so he can look in your eyes. You feel your body react, his own eyes a deep pool of chocolate that melt you down to your core.

"You look amazing, don't be embarrassed. It just took me by surprise. You're usually so... how do I say..? Casually dressed? I-I, you know what? You look fucking hot and I'm glad you're going to the game night with me. I'll have the hot chick on my arm when I walk in."

He winks at you and gives your ass a smack in the tight minidress, which perfectly sits right at the bottom of your cheeks.

You jump at the smack, then give him a grin. He winks before offering you his arm, to which you wrap your small hand around his bicep and he leads you out the front door.

✈︎

When you arrive at the BTS Dorm, you notice that the door is locked, which is abnormal. You see Taehyung fumble with the key, a jittery tremble to his usually smooth movements. As the door swings open, he turns to look back at you, a wide and boxy grin overtaking his face as he reaches for you and pulls you flush to his chest in the doorway.

“Ready to have fun?” Tae asks, his hand pushing the door shut behind behind you before trailing it lower down your back to cup your ass cheek as his eyes twinkle with glee as he drinks you in.

“With you? Always.”

He dips his head lower, encasing you in a kiss that makes you shiver at what’s to come, before stepping back, both of you panting slightly to catch your breath before he pulls you inside and locks the door behind you both.

He pins you up against the door, leaning his head down to whisper into your ear.

“I could take you right here, you know that?” He presses up against you, making it very clear that he is aroused, as he lets you feel his slight erection up against your stomach.

“So, did you really just get me here to fuck? Or are we going to enjoy this game night first?” You give him a sly smile and he backs away slowly, attempting to adjust his pants to conceal his large print down his thigh. He takes your hand gently, pulling you to him so your body is still flush with him as he walks backwards down the entry hall. His hands make their way to cup your ass, and that’s when you hear music and a deep, familiar voice cut through the sexual tension.

“Where is Tae at? I thought I was slow.” He gives you one last squeeze before going back to your hand with his as you both enter the living area; you see Yoongi spread out on the couch, in a t-shirt and basketball shorts.

“About damn time, we need to get you familiar with our game night rules… and hello lovely,” Hoseok says with a charming, yet devilish grin and tone. “I was not aware you were going to bring a guest for our prep… Well, I guess she can help us test out the games.” He claps his hands together and smiles.

“First, I am not late, you said 8pm, it’s 7:45pm. Second, you said I was able to bring a guest, so here she is. Third, can we just get started already?”

Tae crosses his arms as he gets ready to take in what he thinks will be the most complicated rules for complicated games.

“Okay, first, Y/N, you aren’t easily offended are you? Do you have a limit on sexual acts you’re willing to do? Also, please tell me you aren’t wearing panties under that tight dress.” Hoseok seems to like to take charge and you don’t mind.

“No, no, and a thong.” You notice that they all lift their eyebrows and smile at one another.

“This should be fun,” Yoongi suddenly growls in your ear as he stands closely behind you.

“Let’s start with ‘Hobi Says’ which is similar to ‘Simon Says’ but with a twist… All of our games have a twist.” Hoseok winks at you, while Yoongi still stands behind you, moving in closer to press up against your ass.

“Oh?” you gulp, not expecting things to escalate so fast, but also not really upset at this sudden turn of events.

“Hobi says… stand with your legs spread.”

You giggle but make no move to listen, until you feel Yoongi’s hand reach around to the front of your legs and run his fingers along your thigh. The sensation is both ticklish and erotic, making you step apart and spread them.

“Don’t you know the rules, baby?” Yoongi’s breath is hot along the shell of your ear, and you inadvertently lean back into his chest with a quiet moan, longing for more.

“Hobi says Y/N, don’t move.”

You freeze, allowing Yoongi to continue bearing some of your weight as you stay leaning back onto him.

“Hobi says.. Yoongi, remove the thong slowly.”

Yoongi’s hands are on the sides of your hips, gliding down as he reaches the edge of your very short dress quickly, pulling it up to expose your thong to Tae and Hobi. Hobi’s hand is palming himself over his pants, his pupils already blown from the excitement. Tae has turned himself to watch, and you can make out his cock where he tucked it to the right pressing against his pants; he always wears those loose fitting beige canvas pants, and it’s apparent that his cock wants to be free.

You inhale when you feel the pads of Yoongi’s fingers press against you outside of your panties. He trails the edge then, before dipping his middle finger beneath the side band and gently strumming back and forth along your opening. You can feel him sliding in the slick that began pooling since you walked through the door, and he lets out a low chuckle when you buck slightly when he presses directly onto your clit.

“Not uh uh, Yoongi, follow the rules!” Hobi says, teasingly.

He pulls away, resuming his actual task and strips you of your thong, now coated in your juices. Yoongi bends your knees to lift your legs and have you step out of it, since Hobi’s rules were that you couldn’t move, and he brings it up to his nose, inhaling your scent deeply before tossing it to Hobi. Hobi buries his nose into it too, copying Yoongi’s actions.

“Mmm, baby, you smell so good.”

A wet pop sound is heard behind you and Yoongi’s voice follows.

“Tastes just as good too.”

Your face warms as you realize he just sucked his finger coated in your essence into his mouth.

“Okay, Hobi says...Tae take off your shirt.”

“Hobi says...Yoongi, take off your shirt.”

“Hobi says… Everybody get naked, enough with the games for now.”

Yoongi drops his clothes where he stands and eases his way back behind you. Tae helps you lift your dress over your head. Hobi undresses, but sits back in the chair, stroking himself.

With your arms up above your head, Tae slowly lifts the dress, allowing your breasts to bounce free. Yoongi quickly wraps his arms around you and cups your breasts, using his thumb and forefinger from each hand to knead your nipples. Tae finishes pulling the dress up over your head, dropping it to the floor.

He sucks and bites at your neck urgently, using his long fingers to trace along the slick slit of your lips between your legs. Simultaneously, you stroke both Yoongi and Taehyung’s cocks, using their pre-cum to lubricate the shaft. You moan as Tae slides two of his long fingers into your hot, wet core, applying pressure to your clit with his thumb.

“Hobi didn’t say you could make noise, did he?” You hear Hoseok growl, as he stands up and makes his way over to the array of foreplay taking place.

“N-no,” you stammer, toes curling into the carpet from Tae’s strokes, his digits languidly playing you as Yoongi’s mouth nips and sucks along your neck and shoulder, his thumbs still tracing circles around your nipples.

“Mmmm, and yet...”

“You said, you said e-enough g-games, Hobi.” Your eyes close as Yoongi’s tongue presses into your skin, a sensual suck accompanying a bite that you know will leave you with a mark.

“And still talking! Wow, I’ve never seen someone misbehave so badly.”

“Fuc-” your mouth is taken by Taehyung who is responding to a squeeze to his cock that you subconsciously did, and he felt overwhelmed from the pleasure. He pulls away soon though, stepping to the side and allowing Hobi to take his place in front of you, his finger still thrusting into you slowly. He joins Yoongi in kissing along your skin, and you have to struggle to hold back a moan, though some sounds still slip out..

“This naughty mouth of yours? I want to own it.”

Hobi grips your waist, his hands expertly avoiding bumping into the others as he pulls you closer to him, instantly taking your lips captive. He doesn’t ask for permission, his tongue eagerly parting your lips and you lean into it, desperate for him. The scent of his vanilla-like smell takes over you and you want nothing more than this, right here, to be in the middle of the three of them, their focus solely on you.

Hobi pulls back for air, and you pant, gasping to fill your own lungs.

“Let’s take this to mat…”

Reluctantly, you let go of the cocks that were engorged in your small hands, and follow Hobi as he walks you around to the other side of the couch, where a Twister game has been spread out. From the entryway of the room, you hadn’t seen that they had this set up.

“Yoongi-hyung, show Tae-Tae how we work the spinner.”

Hobi grabs your hand and walks you onto the mat, guiding you to the floor before he steps back off of it and you hear the spinner as it whirls along the cardboard backing before it stops abruptly.

“Right foot, green.”

Hobi watches you as you sit on your bottom, then spread your right leg out to place your heel on the green dot in the corner. You can hear Yoongi telling Tae to spin it again, and this time you hear when his finger stops the spinner.

“Left foot, red.”

You spread your other leg to the red dot parallel to the green one; you are now seated on the mat with the rows of yellow and blue dots between your legs. Hobi approaches the mat and kneels between your legs.

“Hobi, left foot, yellow!” Tae calls out, and Hobi slides his toes to the yellow dot by your green foot. “And, right foot, blue.”

Hobi adjusts his body in order to comply, which leaves him to align his cock with your aching cunt, the silky tip pushing at your dripping hole as you’re spread wide for him.

“Hobi, right hand, blue.” Balancing himself, he hovers over you, placing his hand on the colored dot by your head, and when you hear Yoongi add, “left hand, yellow,” you know without a doubt, he has you caged in right where he wants you.

Hobi shifts his hips forward, plunging into you, and your back arches off the mat at the intrusion, so deliciously filled. Taehyung helped to open you up some, but Hobi’s length is not what you expected, and he’s instantly pressing against your cervix.

“Fuck, baby, it’s so tight.” Hobi’s voice is low and strained as his lips caress your neck. “I could really cum right now, you feel so good.”

You whimper, so turned on by his words that you feel yourself release a gush of slick that coats him as he pulls himself out of you.

“No, Hobi!” You whine, not wanting to feel empty, and he kisses you quickly as just the tip lingers in your entry.

“We gotta show you the other games, baby.”

“Please, not yet...” You don’t want him to stop, and you can see that he doesn’t want to be outside of you either.

“Shit...” he rasps as he gives in, smoothly gliding back into you, unhurried as you roll your hips to meet his every plunge. Your moans grow in volume as you claw at his back, your feet abandoning their dots to wrap around Hobi’s waist as he speeds up too, enjoying the way you pull him in deeper with every stroke. You can feel the heat building in your abdomen.

“Hobi, next game.” Yoongi’s voice is stern, and Hobi drops his forehead to yours as he holds himself deep within you before pulling all the way out this time.

You huff, irritated, but Hobi just smiles at you, and you can’t stay mad for long.

“Time for Honey Pot.” Hobi extends his hand to you, and you stand, watching as Yoongi crosses the room with a small jar of local raw honey.

“This one is my favorite,” he intones with a gummy smile, and passes the jar to you.

“Um, how do we play Honey Pot?” you ask, clueless.

“Well, you take your finger and dip it in the honey, then dab that anywhere on your body. Then, I have to find where you placed it.”

“Only using his mouth of course.”

You nod, following along with what was happening.

“Since you’re just teaching me and Tae how to play, what happens if you don’t find the spot before we move onto the next game?”

“Oh, I always find the honey spot, baby.”

Yoongi licks his lips and turns away so you can place the dab of honey where you’d like.

“Okay!” You stand there in the buff, waiting for Yoongi to find the hidden placement. In actuality, you didn’t choose someplace hard, choosing the top corner of your bikini area. You smirk, watching as Yoongi steps close to you and places his lips on your neck.

“Nope...” He moves across your body from side to side, his tongue tracing patterns that leave you dizzy with his search. He crosses your neck and chest several times before he drops to his knees.

“Ah..” He kisses your mound, then tracks to the side, his lips kissing the correct spot. He laps up the honey, before dropping lower.

“Oh!” The small stunned moan leaves your lips as Yoongi settles his mouth between your thighs, tonguing at your sensitive clit as he suctions your lower lips into his mouth. He releases with a wet pop before diving in again, this time his pout leaving open mouthed, wet kisses as he frenches you, your hands in his hair for balance from the onslaught as you feel the climax that disappeared with Hobi starting its return.

“Yes, Yoongi, ahhhh right there...” You roll your hips and Yoongi growls, the vibrations sending shivers up your spine in exhilaration; you love that sound. He seems to notice you enjoyed it from the tight grip you have on his hair, fingers buried to the scalp and soon you almost take control, riding his face as he wraps his arms around your thighs to keep himself drowning in you.

“Fuck, Yoong, ahhhh you’re so good at this, fucking eat me--”

Hobi drags Yoongi’s face away from your now twice edged cunt, which is a dripping mess from the two men before you. Yoongi, still on his knees, is glaring up at Hobi with his face a glistening mess of you, your juices coating his nose down to his chin, a gloss on his pink lips that are swollen from his actions of devouring you.

“Hobi, I swear to God--” your voice is an angry whisper, cut off by the sunshine in Hobi’s voice.

“Baby, I’m sorry, but there’s rules to Game Night. And you can’t cum yet. I’m sorry. I needed to show Tae the games, and you were a perfect person to model them on.”

He steps forward, releasing Yoongi, and kisses you quickly. “But, the rest of our guests will be arriving soon, and I promise you’ll get to cum several times tonight.”

Tae looks over from where he was stroking his cock lazily, watching you get eaten by Yoongi, and nods. He’s manspread on the couch eyes hooded as he watches you.

“I’ll make sure of it, baby, now come here and keep me warm while they finish their set up. It’s almost 9 now.”

Sure enough, as you trek across the room and straddle Tae, who inserts himself inside you, you hear the clock chime the 9 o’clock hour and watch as the other two put on robes, a black one for Yoongi and a red one for Hobi, as Hobi responds to the sound of knocking at the door. Yoongi picks up all of the discarded clothes, setting them out of site.

“No cumming. Cockwarming… Eh, I’ll allow it this time, but I swear if you get cum on the carpet before we start a game, Taehyung...”

“Promise, Hobi hyung!”

Tae’s voice is muffled in your neck as he holds you tightly to him, and Yoongi walks back over and throws a soft blanket over you, so to the innocent girls walking in, it looks like you are just canoodling on the couch.

“Don’t want them to figure it out just yet,” Yoongi winks, “a fresh batch of first timers tonight.”

You adjust yourself so your knees don’t hurt so bad, doing your best to follow Hobi’s orders, though a hiss from Tae as you clench your walls around him reminds you to stay still.

“Kiss me.”

You lean into him, your hands gathering the edges of the blanket to wrap it tighter around you two as you acquiesce, lazily swapping spit as you feel him throb inside of you. You just want to cum, having been edged twice, but you’ll play by the rules for now. You hear the girls enter the room, giggles followed by whispers as you sense them staring at you and Taehyung who is now being lewd as he kisses you, noisy and wet.

“Game night seems… interesting to say the least.” One of the girls says, and you can’t help but agree.

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Love Is You - chapter 7

Scarlett woke up quite early this morning. She was feeling pretty good, apparently talking with someone and going out were pretty much what she has needed. She wanted to return the favour by preparing Severus's breakfast this morning. She dressed up and headed to the kitchens. She wasn't the brightest chef so just made cheese toast, scrambled eggs, cherry tomatoes to the side and fresh orange juice. She took the tray and headed to Severus's room happily. It was hard to hold the tray and knock on the door at the same time but she managed to do it without causing a mess. Severus opened the door couple of minutes later with a sleepy look on his face and a messy hair.

"Oh, i guess i woke you up this time..."

"We are even now. Come in." Severus showed her the table and she put the tray on.

"Today's breakfast is from me, hope you like it."

"It looks delicious, thank you." He sat down after her and took a bite of his toast.

"I did improve my kitchen skills tiny bit, i can show you sometime." Scarlett grinned proudly. She was not the best in the kitchen since her family always had house elves for the cooking. And when she was together with Severus, he was doing most of the cooking and he had a talent for it. His caramel brownies were Scarlett’s favourite.

"If you say so, i am excited to see then."

"Don't get your hopes too high tho."

"Ah i already did, they changed from 1 to 1,5." Severus smirked at her.

"You are a jerk Severus!" Scarlett chuckled and slapped his leg lightly.

He laughed, he loved to annoy Scarlett like that. "Jokes aside thanks for the breakfast Scarlett."

"My pleasure." She smiled softly. "I better leave so you can do whatever you want, i already woke you up early on a Sunday morning." She stood up to leave. Her mood has started to change, she felt like she’s being a burden for him.

"It is totally fine, i normally wake up early anyways. Last night i marked some papers so i went to bed quite late."

"Rest then. You already spent the last two days with me and i was pretty tiring with my nonsense."

Severus shook his head in disapproval. "I like spending my time with you Scarlett. We can all have problems time to time, life is not always easy and fun so don't feel guilty or anything."

"You do me good Severus, i feel better when i am with you..."

Hearing those words made his heart melt. He was very happy that he was actually being helpful to her.

"I will take the dishes and come back then. And meanwhile you can get dressed." She smiled and fixed his messy black hair slightly.

"Thanks..." Severus smiled shyly while she was leaving.

~~~~

Scarlett was walking back to Severus's chamber when she came across with Professor McGonagall.

"Ah Scarlett i was looking for you! You need to go to Albus's room; you have a guest."

"Guest? Who is it?" Not many people knew she was staying at Hogwarts so she wasn’t expecting any guests.

"The new deputy minister."

Now Scarlett had a even more confused look on her face so McGonagall continued. "I know you are not in the mood for such meeting, so i tried to send him back but he was pretty persistent."

"That's weird but i guess i have to meet him... Thank you Minerva." She smiled and headed to Dumbledore's room. She knocked and walked in after hearing the headmaster’s invitation.

"Oh hello Scarlett! Someone wants to meet you, i will leave you alone." Dumbledore greeted her and then left, leaving her alone with the new deputy minister. The tall man has stood up, Scarlett took a look at him and first thing came to her mind was he was looking like a human version of a husky dog with blond hair. His light blue eyes were so piercing and made her feel uncomfortable in a way.

"Hello Miss Rose. I am Amos Langley, the new deputy minister." He held his hand out for her to shake.

"Nice to meet you Mr. Langley." She shook his hand but his grip was strong enough to hurt her hand.

He looked at her head to toe attentively. He has seen her before but mostly on newspapers and magazines. She was the type of woman who so many men would dream of to be with. Even though she wasn’t looking her best right now, she still had the captivating aura. "I heard the news. It's such a shame you've been cheated on, you are such a beautiful and intelligent woman Miss Rose." Amos sent a tiny smirk to her way while sitting down. She was feeling extremely uncomfortable with him and just wanted this meeting to end as quickly as possible.

"My personal life is none of your business and I am asking you to be respectful. Beside that I am guessing you didn't come here just to meet me Mr. Langley, may i ask what's the real reason? Because i don't have much time." Scarlett replied firmly.

"I thought you have plenty of time Miss Rose since you are unemployed now. Anyways, the real reason is that i want to abolish a law which you legislated."

"You know you can do it without asking me, right?"

"I know but the minister wanted me to consult you first, he is still very fond of you Miss Rose." He made an unamused expression.

"Which law is that?"

"The one that causing death eaters to serve in Azkaban for rest of their lives."

"Why would you want to change that one?" Scarlett raised her eyebrow questioningly.

"I think it is very cruel to put someone in jail because they chose a different side than the majority."

"It is not about choosing a different side but the side they chose murdered innocent people and caused a war."

"Everybody deserves a second chance Miss Rose, even the "bad" ones."

"I am not the decision maker anymore; you can do whatever you want since you are the new deputy minister but if you ask me i don't think this law should be abolished." Scarlett stood up, she had enough of this man.

"Thank you for sharing your opinion Miss Rose but like you said, you are not the decision maker anymore. I just come here because the minister wanted it."

"Well okay then. Have a good day."

"You too Miss Rose, you too." Amos Langley watched her go with a challenging look on his face.

~~~~

Scarlett was so confused and annoyed, it was such a weird conversation and made her extremely uncomfortable. She went to Severus's room directly after it ended.

"I thought you got lost on the way." Severus said while letting her in.

"New deputy minister came here to "meet" me. But it was actually a showdown." She sat on a chair while murmuring angrily.

"By looking at your face, i am guessing you didn't like him?" Severus sat in front of her.

"I hated him. Severus he was just... so weird."

"What do you mean?"

"He kept calling me "Miss Rose" in an annoying tone, literally crushed my hand while shaking it, mentioned the cheating situation and he wants to abolish the law that i made about death eaters."

"I wasn't expecting that much fuckery to be honest. What is his problem?"

"I don't know but i got such a bad vibe from him, something is off with him but i can't put my finger on. I will write a letter to the minister later."

"That's a good idea. Don’t think much about him, probably he was just trying to annoy you."

"He was so weird..." she mumbled to herself once again.

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Around 8 pm Carina and Remus turned back to Hogwarts after spending their weekend with Sirius.

"I will come with you, i want to see Scarlett as well." Remus followed Carina to her chamber.

"Sure, uncle Rem, hopefully she is doing better. I couldn't stop thinking about her."

"Her letters sounded good though. I think she is doing okay."

Carina nodded and walked in her chamber but it was dark and Scarlett was not here. She immediately started to worry, thought the worst and run to the Professor Snape's room, knocking it in hope to find her there. Nobody answered the door, now that made her even more worried if it’s possible.

"Where are they!? Did something happen to mum and he had to take her to the hospital...?" Carina was panicking and pacing around. Remus held her softly to stop.

"Don't worry if something has happened Severus would let you know for sure. Maybe he is in his class, marking papers? Let’s check there."

He walked her to the potions class and Carina rushed in with worried eyes. Severus and Scarlett turned to see the person who interrupted them.

"Mum!" Carina run to her. "I couldn't find you in the room, i was scared!"

Scarlett hugged her daughter and caressed her hair to calm her down. "I am fine, we are playing chess here."

"Oh... i am sorry that i rushed in Professor..."

"It is okay." He smiled slightly.

"How are you doing Scarlett?" Remus asked her while kissing her cheek. That caused him getting a deadly glance from Severus.

"I am good, pretty good actually. Thanks to Severus, he took care of me really well." She smiled softly at him.

"No doubt he did... Anyways, you are having the dinner with me tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay, i would like that."

"Okay then, good night everybody." Remus waved at them before he left the classroom.

They wished him good night except Severus.

"Mum i will be in the room, okay? You can continue your game. Good night professor and thanks again."

"Good night Carina." Severus smiled at her and turned his attention back to Scarlett.

"I was taking your queen." Scarlett grinned and knocked his queen down. "Aaaand checkmate!"

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take the day off, get a massage (cause we've got this one all under control)

Written for Day 8 - Winter Solstice of 12 Days of Supercorp @supercorpbb

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***

9:15 am

“Golly, am I looking forward to this day.” Kara yawns and huddles closer against the curve of Lena’s back. Her breath tickles Lena’s neck, warm and comfortable. Lena hums.

“Four.”

“Hmm?”

“That’s the fourth time you’ve said this,” Lena murmurs. “Not that I mind.” She can feel sleep tugging at her eyelids once more and relishes in the thought that she won’t have to fight it. That she can succumb to the weight guiltlessly.

Kara doesn’t reply. She’s probably drifted off again already and will wake in half an hour with the same sentence on her lips once more. Lena smiles a bit about the predictability of it all, before a yawn overcomes her and drags her down with it.

***

9:51 am

“Golly,” Kara says, sleep still blurring her words. “I love this, I really do. What a good idea.”

Lena makes an affirmative sound, somewhere between a sigh and a purr. She hasn’t felt this relaxed in months, maybe even years. The warmth of Kara’s arm around her waist, the cold of Kara’s nose against her neck, what more can a woman ask for?

“I am starting to become a bit hungry though,” comes Kara’s voice from behind, and Lena has to suppress a chuckle as she rolls around to face her girlfriend.

“Of course you are.”

“Hey!” Kara’s eyes were still closed, but they open now, blinking slowly several times until all traces of tiredness have given way to a semi-offended glare. “It’s – “ she pauses and squints at the clock “ – more than two hours after my usual breakfast time. Of course my stomach is demanding attention.”

Lena lets out a laugh. “Demanding, huh? And that although you so dislike to be ordered around.”

Kara’s on her suddenly, pinning her down so quickly that Lena strongly suspects the involvement of superspeed.

“Damn right,” she says in a low voice, letting her gaze wander over Lena menacingly. Unfortunately, the effect is somewhat undermined by Kara’s stomach releasing a protesting grumble just then. Kara blushes, and just like that she rolls off of Lena again.

“Boss said no,” she murmurs, shrugging helplessly.

Lena grins. “Good thing we’ve got all day.”

“Golly, am I looking forward to that.”

***

11:38 am

The phone rings just when Lena is beginning to contemplate a nap. The sun still hasn’t peeked through the clouds once, and so it continues to be exactly the kind of dreary that you could wish for on a day like this. The kind of dreary that practically invites you to sleep.

But the phone is ringing, and that means Lena has to make a decision. She groans as she lifts her head from Kara’s chest to look at her.

“Reject or ignore?”

Kara shrugs. Her fingers are drawing lazy circles on Lena’s back, and she looks about as sleepy as Lena’s felt just a minutes ago.

“Maybe I’ll look who it is and choose then,” Lena decides, reaching for the vibrating device. It’s Jess, and apparently it’s not the first time she’s tried to get through to Lena. They have somehow managed to miss three calls, and if that isn’t proof of a dedicated sex life, then Lena doesn’t know. She chuckles quietly.

“It’s Jess,” she tells Kara, “for the third time.”

“What does she want?”

“I wouldn’t know.” The call stops. A small flutter of worry stirs in Lena’s stomach, even though she doesn’t want to feel it. Doesn’t want to leave the comfortable bubble Kara and she have created for themselves today.

Kara seems to sense where her thoughts are going, because she takes the phone from Lena and puts it on the nightstand again.

“No work,” she says sternly, “no outside world, and no leaving the bed unless it’s for food or bathroom breaks. Those are the rules.”

Lena bites her lip. She swallows the ‘What if’s’ that lie on the tip of her tongue. She banishes the thought of work to the remotest corner of her mind and kisses Kara on her collarbone instead.

“You’re right,” she murmurs, “they’ll get by without me for one day.”

***

2:01 pm

It turns out that Kara is much less relaxed when it’s her phone that’s ringing. Or maybe it’s the amount of calls she gets. But with every time her ringtone sounds out, she gets quieter and quieter, until at one point, she grabs her phone exasperatedly, turns it off, and tosses it into the armchair at the opposite corner of the room.

“One day!” She exclaims. “One day, the darkest day of the year, and a Sunday at that! You’d think the criminals would stay at home voluntarily, snuggle up to their girlfriend maybe, enjoy a good 32 hours in bed, and just take. One. Day. Off. It’s not that hard, or is it?”

“It’s not,” Lena concurs, finishing one braid in Kara’s long and unfairly soft hair and starting another.

“I work the year round, every day. And night, mind you. Weekends, holidays, always. And I do it gladly. I do it selflessly. I do it with a smile on my face, even. But one day off. One day. Is that really too much to ask for?”

“It’s not.” Lena pauses her braiding to put a soothing hand on Kara’s head. “You’re just doing such a good job the rest of the time, people have forgotten how to take care of themselves without you.”

Kara leans into the touch with a sigh and a grateful smile. “Is it wrong that I kind of like how much they depend on me, even though it annoys me today?”

“Of course not.” Lena lightly scratches her nails over Kara’s scalp, drinking up the contented sighs that fall form Kara’s lips. “I think everybody wants to be needed. It gives us purpose. It gives us strength.” She leans down to press a gentle kiss to Kara’s forehead before she takes up her braiding again. “It’s one of the greatest paradoxes of humankind that this strength doesn’t suffice to sustain you. That you need breaks from being useful, lest your strength depletes.”

Kara nods, momentarily upsetting the row of braids Lena has already finished.

“I love you,” she says.

Lena smiles. “I love you too.”

***

3:45 pm

“I think my butt fell asleep.”

“I call your butt and raise you two legs.” Lena groans. “How do teenagers do this?”

“Do what?” Kara asks, giggling a little at the exaggerated noises Lena is making.

“Do this.” Lena gestures at the two of them, sprawled out on the mattress. “Lie in bed all day, barely moving, except to change the video game or whatever they occupy their brains with all day.”

Kara laughs, loud and hearty. “Rao, Lena, sometimes you are so odd.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Not all teenagers spend all their time in bed, dummy,” Kara says, and it’s only her fond tone that saves her from the pillow Lena almost hurdles at her. “I, for example, was a very active teenager.”

“You hardly count,” Lena retorts, sticking out her tongue when Kara narrows her eyes at her. “Because you’re always active.”

Kara wrinkles her nose, but Lena’s point holds. She huffs.

“What about you then, what did you do as a teenager?”

“I,“ Lena says dignifiedly, “didn’t experience an adolescence.”

“Lena, your adolescence was less than ten years ago.”

Lena sighs dramatically and rolls over, facing her girlfriend with a regretful stare.

“Tell that to my back pain…”

***

4:09 pm

“Isn’t it sad,” Kara muses, kneading Lena’s trapezius muscle with blissfully strong hands, “how it’s already getting dark again?”

Lena moans softly when Kara hits a particularly tense spot. “Is it?”

“Yeah.”

They are silent for a while, Kara moving slowly and methodically up and down Lena’s back, Lena shimmying in and out of consciousness. No phone has rung in over two hours, nobody has disturbed them in their self-imposed solitude, no rule has been broken so far. They are doing exactly what they’ve planned for the day, and it is nothing.

“What a good day,” Lena murmurs, “What a good idea.”

Kara gives her ass a squeeze, and Lena, well on her way to another nap, almost jumps.

“The hell?” She exclaims, which immediately earns her another slap. “What?”

Kara’s voice is a melange of amusement and indignation. “You forgot the golly!”

***

6:37 pm

They start speaking at the same time.

“It’s almost Christmas,” Kara says, and Lena murmurs “How am I already tired?” and then they look at each other and laugh.

“What did you say?” Simultaneously. “You first.”

Lena recovers faster, so she pokes Kara, who’s still laughing, between the ribs.

“Tick, your turn, please speak now.” She presents Kara her fist as a mic, which only results in another burst of laughter. Then Kara’s hand closes around hers, pulling her closer.

“Hello hello, can you hear me?”

Lena giggles. She feels carefree in a way she hasn’t felt in possibly all her life. “Loud and clearly. Please repeat your question.”

“Yes hello,” Kara says, pompous in a way that is exactly like on real TV interviews. “I didn’t so much ask a question as rather observing a fact. That fact being of course the upcoming holiday, namely Christmas.”

At this point they have to drop the act, because Lena is laughing so hard that the mic is shaking and “the connection seems to be bad, hello hello?” And Kara grins at Lena like she did when Lena first fell in love with her, wide and open and with her heart in her hands, ready to give it to anyone she thought worth fighting for. Even a Luthor. Even Lena.

“I’m looking forward to Christmas,” Lena says, but what she means is that she’s never liked the holidays much, until Kara came around and made them worthwhile.

And somehow Kara understands.

“Yes,” she says, “me too.”

***

8:52 pm

“There’ll be much work to catch up on tomorrow,” Lena sighs, playing with the thought of looking at her phone and deciding against it. “But that are tomorrow’s problems.”

Kara hums. She’s floating half an inch above the bed because she finds the mattress is too warm after bearing her body all day.

“I’m still looking forward to that somehow.”

Lena chuckles. “Yes, me too. Isn’t that weird? I thoroughly enjoyed today, but I couldn’t do it again tomorrow.”

“It’s about the – “ Kara forms the chef’s kiss gesture minus the kiss “ – purpose.” She turns on her side to look at Lena. “Or so a wise woman once told me.”

“Sounds very wise indeed. Did she also say something about the reason why I’m tired even though we did nothing all day?”

“Nope.” Kara pops the p, then lets herself fall back on the bed. “But here’s my theory: inaction is like negative action. And at the end of the day, it’s the absolute value that counts, minus or plus doesn’t matter. So if you’ve balanced action and inaction, you won’t be that tired, because they cancel each other. But if you have an overload of either action or inaction…”

“… you’ll feel about as exhausted as I do right now,” Lena finishes, her eyes already closed. “Seems reasonable. It’s compatible with my strength theory, I like that.” She yawns, and feels blindly for Kara’s hand. “Either way, all in favour of an early night, raise your hand.” She lifts their entwined hands off the mattress. “Whooo.”

Kara breathes out a laugh. “Also, if we go to bed now, then tomorrow will come faster.”

“Scientifically incorrect,” Lena murmurs, “but golly.”

“What?”

Lena snuggles into Kara’s embrace until all she can smell is Kara, and all she can feel is also Kara. She yawns again.

“Golly am I looking forward to tomorrow.”

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whatdoesshedotothem · 3 years

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fine morning – with A- at 7 ¾ in the north parlour till after 8 – then out about with Robert M- the last ½ hour till came in to breakfast at 9 ½ just before A- rode to Cliff Hill – breakfast and in and out with Booth till Holt came now at 11 and staid till 1 ½ - he seems now persuaded it is the dead water we have at the L.E.P. agrees with me, my uncle Joseph L- must have driven the drift to loose the coal he bought of Dr. Drake (in what is now Wilkinsons’ land) – had the estate plan and large plan down – explained and shewed Holt the line of great Mytholm throw he never knew so much about it before – is no convinced the L.E.P. ought not to be bottomed – thinks the 5ft. broad throw down in Pearson’s field near the E.P. not enough to keep back the dead water because the middle ban is driven quite thro’ at the end of the drift near Tilly holm stile – H- all for sinking the P.E.P. the 2 drifts from there to L.E.P. upper mine will be driven in a year – would rive one the main gate a good corve – gate 3ft. and the other 6in. smaller the vent gate 2ft. 6in. – the stuff to be buried inside – and the 2 drifts taken together to be driven for 2/6 per yard each that is 5/. per yard the 2 drifts – they would be done for less but not everybody would do them because it will be a wet job – would drive one of these drifts a good main gate because if I buy Dovehouse coal or, a great deal of coal will have to be hurried along this gate, viz. to vent the cross cuts to carry air for driving a straight main gate thro’ Dove house land – agreed that the P.E.P. could be vented as I proposed by a chimney at one end – and that there would be very little water so immediately under the throw (might be would be a little in the 36 yards band) .:. that the pit might be bottomed by Xmas for 40/. per yard would not be above 40 yards deep – the Long goit there 4 yards deep – so that pumping the water into it would leave 36 yards to pump, and at L.E.P. we should have to pump 32 yards – would have an engine that would pump 2 mine inch bore pumps tho’ thought with me that perhaps the present pumps might do – as soon as we had driven thro’ the throw, there would be coal for the engine – of course, the Engine would be wanted immediately on bottoming the pit if we could do without it till then – I think and H- did not deny that we might bottom the pit without it – calculated – agreed that the P.E.P. needed not delay the opening of the colliery as it would be done before the Incline – not to begin the latter till we saw the P.E.P. bottomed – the upper bed 17 yards deep near the brook at the Corner of Dodgson field next Mytholm Ing – the boring would take till next Saturday night – a 6 horse engine (like the one ordered by Holt) would burn ten loads a day a 10 horse engine H- would have at P.E.P. suppose would burn 20 loads a day (but it would not burn above 18 loads a day) would cost 5d. (if I had them to buy) per load – but I had enough of my own in Wellroyde land that field the footpath goes thro’ at the low end (low as to the coal stratum but upper as to the surface) near the house – above an acre than that H- himself would give a hundred guineas for – would cost 3/. per score getting and my own cart would carry them –

suppose 5 loads in a yard .:.

4840 x 5 = 24200/20 = 1210 days consumption at 3/. per day (i.e. per score) = £181.10.0

1210/365 = 3 years + 115 days consumption say 3 ½ years or at the rate of £54.9.0 per annum.

then there is the carting worth say (at least) 2/. a day - + the coal getting = £72.10.9 per annum but if I had the coal to buy it would cost me 5/. + carting 2/. = 7/.per day = or

in fact the coal is worth £100 per annum __________________ £91.0.0 per annum

Fireman at 16/. or 17/. per week say 17/: = £37.14.0 + £100 = £137.14.0 per annum exclusive of wear and tear – take there the expense of engine altogether at £150 per annum I said the great consideration was would the coal pay for this additional engine – would H- follow this plan if the coal was his own yes! I must do this or give up the colliery and this would not do after spending so much money – but H- says I may cover the wheel with a building to hold

SH:7/ML/E/20/0133

20 large worsted frames (that will certainly let for £18 a piece) for £500 18 x 20 = £360 H- to speak to Matthew Naylor the man employed by Mr. Akroyde and by most people about mills, and to bring me the result on Monday morning – he and Joseph Mann to come together then and let the matter be talked over and settled – H- said they had got £30DW. in Southowram in 10 years – and they cleared £50 per collier – at 1st they paid Mr. Waddington for the coal £50 per collier but there was no peace – W. thought the colliers got too much and H- that they got too little so they agreed to pay by acre – H- pumped the water by a water wheel which cost £600 putting down –

I must have 30 colliers to clear £1500 a year – and then said I, remember I have agency to pay – yourself bottom-steward and banksman and at 3/4d. per load (a farthing a piece) this would make a difference – yes! but said H- in such a large concern, less than that would H- agreed I ought to have 10 pc. on outlay – but said I ought not to put all to the colliery that was laid out on the meer and water wheel

suppose £100 of what is now expense to belong to the collier + £4000 to be laid out

= £5000 fairly to be laid to the colliery should yield £500 per annum.

30 colliers = 5 acres and at £200 per acre = £1000 -------------

this would do very well but I doubt that thus much 1500

would ever reach my pocket – nous verrons?

I certainly ought to make something of my coal-loose besides the coal itself

Mr. Rawson has now 13 colliers getting soft bed and 5 getting upper bed

can he clear £50 per collier? (H- had 10 colliers and cleared £500 a year)

talked over the pheying thro’ the old works to the whole upper bed coal – shewed H- that we should properly have 400 yards to go – then he would let it alone and I agreed – there would be a main gate to phey and wall and arch at 5/. per yard and a vent gate to phey at 3/. per yard and 8/. x 400 ? £160. same this for the present mentioned having offered Joseph M- Franks’ cottage at Mytholm

H- thinks ? he will not take it on account of distance from the mill where his daughter work and says a worsted mill at Listerwick would be a great advantage!

Summary Boring down to upper bed will be 17 yards deep and not done till next Saturday night

P.E.P. may be bottomed by Xmas 40 yards at 40/. = £80 towards which £50 saved it not L.E.P. bottoming

2 gates (main and vent) at 2/6 each = 5/. per yard for the 2 coal will pay for driving and rails

Listerwick wheel will turn 20 worsted frames at £18 = £360 building to cost £500

the Incline will cost £3000 + £1000 other matters + £1000 of what is already

expense = £5000 to be laid on the colliery –

H- cleared £50 per collier – I have agency to pay but less than ¾d. per load will pay it

Pheying 2 gates to whole coal in upper bed 400 yards at 8/. = £160. given up

on considering the line of great Mytham throw on the great plan as found in Lower place field called the Park, and on sinking a well near Northowram hall in Mrs. Lancashire’s land (ordered about for her by Holt himself) it seems that Wilsons’ engine is on the low side (dry side – easy side) the throw – he has only water to keep it going 6 hours a day – the throw that appears just above quarry house in Stocks’ quarries, and quite alters the stone, is probably the great Mytham throw? vide – about 1/3 of W-‘s coal seems to be above (west of) the throw, and if he drives thro’ the throw to get this 1/3 of his coal . he loses all the Northowram coal Stocks’ and the Long Companys’ etc. and must pump for them all – Had Holt from 11 to 1 ½ then stood musing over the large plan till 2 ¾ - then out about for ½ hour then till now 4 50 wrote all the above of today – making memoranda in rough book till after 5 –

washed and out at

out at 5 20 Thomas Pearson having sent for the new oak gate I gave him the other day – out about till 6 ½ - dressed – A- returned at 6 ¾ - cold and quite dusk – far too late for her to be out – dinner at 7 20 coffee (no newspaper) – A- and I upstairs at 9 ¾ - 10 minutes with her in her room then till 10 20 in my study looking at map of Spain – having read 32pp. (from p. 182 to 214) vol. 2 Anonymous travels in Gallicia etc- and account of the Basque provinces – interesting enough – fine day tho’ heavy shower between 12 and 1 – F48° now at 10 20 pm then till 10 50 read from p. 132. to 151 on fossil fuel and collieries

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stacy-randell · 3 years

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Note: music and picture on My Wattpad 1~The Assignment

It's 8:00 in morning and you just arrived at Stark Tower

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As you walk into the building wearing (Pic Above) jamming to (song above) you see Steve and Clint making their way into the elevator.

You call out "Hey Babe ... can you hold the door" (Referring to Steve)

Clint just rolled his eyes putting his hand out to stop the door from closing. You wink at Clint and give them both a quick hug.

"Hey...I saw that Clint just because he accepts my nicknames doesn't mean that you get to roll your eyes at us, besides you could have been my honey or bunny but you said no so I gave it to Wanda and Vision and together they are honey-bunny" you say while crossing your arms like a five year old.

Clint exchanges a look with Steve and just laughs.

Steve asks "What song you listening to today"

You take your headphones out and let the music fill the elevator.

You look at the two men towering over you waiting to see if there is any recollection in their eyes or if they sing along.

Clint starts bobbing his head slightly to the music and Steve just looks at you with confusion written across his face. You just roll your eyes and start singing along.

As you are about to reach the top floor the song ends and you quickly connect your phone to the floor and blast (song above) right when you exit the elevator.

You start dancing and singing along to to song and as you go through the doors you grab Natashas hand and start dancing. You point to Tony who is already bobbing his head along. The other SHIELD agents just look at you in bewilderment while everyone else either roles their eyes at you or joins in. When the song ends you slide on your knees, then get up and take a bow "thank you... thank you" you say as you blow kisses to everybody.

There is some slow clapping coming from one of the corners of the room. "You sure do know how to make an entrance". You spin around to find no other than Nick Fury slowly coming out of the corner. You immediately smile at him. "Hey Buddy, did't see you there. . . besides I don't know how else to enter a room" you say with a smirk. "Maybe I need someone to teach me. . . maybe my Love could teach me or my Stud Muffin" you say sweetly.

Fury just looked at you with confusion then looked at Bruce for some kind of explanation. Blushing he smiled at you then proceeded to explain "I'm her Love and Thor is her Stud muffin"

Fury just sighs and explains everybody's assignment "Okay well (child) anyways so... Team 1 is Thor and you are with Tony, Bruce, Natasha, Scott, Y/N, and along with some back up from the available and qualified SHIELD agents. Your team will go to London to search for Loki. Team 2 is Steve and you are with Clint, Sam, Wanda, Vision, and along with some back up from the available and qualified SHIELD agents. Your team will go to the 2nd HYDRA base on our list in Germany to search for James Barnes AKA the Winter Soldier"

As Fury continues to give everyone their assignment you look up at Steve who has a hard expression on his face. "hey babe. . . there's nothing to worry about you'll find him" you give him a reassuring squeeze of the hand. He just nods in response.

After some time Fury finally dismiss us and tells the teams that they are leaving tomorrow at 12:00, Steve tells us to get ready for training at 10:30.

As I head to the elevator Natasha and Wanda follow you. You only see Nat because you are looking for the perfect playlist for training today.

"Well hello Cutie what have you got going on this morning?"

"Nothing much Cutie-pie" replied Nat.

"And what about me Cuddle-Bear?" asked Wanda. Your head snapped up to see Wanda there, with a somber expression on her face.

You immediately start apologizing saying "I am so so so so sorry honey I did't even hear or see you. I was trying to find the right song and playlist" you ramble

Wanda bursts out laughing as you stand there in disbelief and you look to Nat who is trying to hold in her laugh.

Wanda says between laughs" I'm joking cuddle bear. . . I was just messing with you. I know how the right playlist helps you focus and get in the zone"

You let out a sigh of relief as you came to Wanda's floor you joke "I'll just have to get back at you at 10:30 then". She exits knowing that you'll stay true to your word and smiles back at you.

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Training~

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Flashback to almost a year ago~

Its your first day and you're behind nervous. You try to calm your nerves with (song above). You approach the Tower wearing (pic above). You walk into the building telling yourself to calm down and just be yourself.

"Yourself... who is that " you thought . You never really fit in considering you can create forcefields, teleport, and read minds. You make eye contact with who you knew from the news as Captain America AKA Steve Rodgers. You are just so starstruck but you compose yourself, Take out an earbud and blurt out " Hey , hot stuff"

He just looks at you blushing and confused. " Ummm. . . can I help you"

"I hope so" you reply with a wink. "I'm the new recruit. . . Y/n" you hold your hand out so he can shake it.

He takes your hand and is about to reply but you beat him to it. "There's no need to introduce yourself, I know who you are, everybody does" you say with a smile.

Shocked he responded "Well um. . . I should take you to Fury then. Follow me"

You follow him into the elevator and are about to put your headphones in when Steve asked "So what kind of skills do you have?"

"Wouldn't you like to know " you say crossing your arms and glaring at him.

He is taken aback and starts to apologize but you just chuckle.

"I'm joking. . . wow is everybody this uptight? You'll know when I show everyone. Fair?"

Relief spreads across his face " You got me there for a second. . . I was really worried that we got off on the wrong foot and it would have been awkward between us."

"Its only awkward if you make it awkward Steve" you smile

"Hey, can I call you by a nickname? It just helps with the tension in the first few weeks before we get close, since we will be working together? "

"I don't know . . . the ones Tony call me I don't really like"

"Aww come on please!!! My nicknames are never mean or anything. They are always terms of endearment. I'll call you Babe and you can call me Baby. That's not so bad is it?" The elevator dings indicating that you are about to meet everyone.

He agrees and you both walk out the elevator and into a huge conference room.

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Present~

You arrive at the gym at 10:28 wearing (pic above) and right before you enter you put on (song above) and blast it in the gym.

You enter the gym walking, playing different invisible instruments to the song, straight towards the punching bags.

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Flashback~

You walk into the room filled with all of the people you admire. Fury introduces you to everybody and asks you to show everyone your powers.

"Well you see I can Teleport." You disappear and reappear behind everyone. "Create forcefields" you create one thats in-front of everybody and call out "shoot at it". Nat takes out her gun and shoots at it 3 times. The bullets hit it and tumble to the ground with clinks.

"And read minds" you wink at Steve who turns beet red. "But I don't do it without your permission. So there is no need to worry Babe" you smile.

Everyone just looks between you and Steve.

Tony speaks first "Well . . . I guess Rodgers and Y/N got to know each other real well on their way up" he says with a smirk.

You just laugh and say "Well . . . when am I going to get to show you my moves"

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Present ~

Right as you are about done and taking one last swing at the hanging bag Scott comes from the other side of the gym and once you guys make eye contact you both immediately run towards each other trying to pin the other down.

You pin Scott down easily without using your powers, since you want things to be fair and it really challenges you, he tries to get up but you put pressure on his hand thats behind his back.

"Say it Hubby"

"Fine. . . you're the best damn Wifey I have ever had" he struggles to say

"And...." you reply

"And i'll always be there to serve you ice cream for as as long as I live"

"Damn straight" you let him go, smiling as you help him up.

Just then Steves loud voice booms through the gym

"Okay everyone line up so we can pair you up"

You stand between Sam and Wanda waiting for further instructions you greet Sam "Hey Romeo. . . you ready?" wiggling your eyebrows at him.

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3:00 Pm~

Training went by slow and terrible. . . . but not for me 😏

You kept your promise and gave Wanda a beating she'll remember. Nobody was able to keep you pinned down because of your amazing distraction skills.

When Clint pinned you down on the mat he held your hand above your head and was straddling your legs so you couldn't move them. All you had to say was "I bet your wife likes this position" with a wink and he loosened his grip on you. That was enough to pin him down.

He tapped out and just glared at you as he walked away.

Tony laughed "Thats why she's my Favorite "

"Clint what happened? I though you had her. She didn't even use her powers. . . as far as we know" Steve asked

"Yeah well you didn't hear what she said" Clint grumbled

You just smile at him and Steve dismisses everyone

You head up to your room to shower, change (pic below) and start to get dinner ready. But not before you put on the perfect song (song below)

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While getting lost in the song and waiting for the lasagna to be done your mind started to wander. [which is never a good thing] Thoughts and feeling of sadness, loneliness, and unworthiness overcame you. A minute ago you were fine but now after getting in your head. . . you just have this overwhelming feeling of sorrow. You didn't realize that the mask you wear to hide all of those bad thoughts fell, and you stood their with a tight and sad expression on your face.

Peter and Nat walk in and see you with a frown on your face. "Hey Princess are you ok? what's wrong?" Peter asked putting his hand on your back, startling you back to the world.

You immediately slap a smile on your face. "What . . . yeah. . . everything is fine, don't worry about it my Prince" as you give him a quick hug.

Nat just looks at you asking "Are you sure about that Y/N. . .you looked like you were thinking real hard there" and right before you were going to try to convince Nat that you were fine the oven beeped.

"Saved by the bell" you chuckle as you go to pull out the food from the oven. "FRIDAY can you tell everyone that dinner is ready and can you two set the table?"

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After dinner you head to the roof blasting (one of the above) songs just walking back and forth letting the view and wind wash away your worries about the missions tomorrow. You finally decide to go to bed blasting some songs (one of the above), not caring if others hear before you drift off to sleep.

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End of the first chapter 😊

I hope you like it and please feel free to leave suggestions and comments so I can improve. If you have any song requests for moods or feelings just let me know any i'll incorporate them into the story. Also if its annoying then let me know

#marvel #marvel pov #sebastian stan #tom hiddelson #bucky barnes #loki x reader #loki #bucky x reader #y/n

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larktb-archive · 3 years

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Hi! I'm too shy to come off anon, but I need your help understanding something. I hope I'm not bothering you!!

I don't want to interact with anyone who is a fascist, but I'm not entirely sure what makes someone fascist. Can you please explain it to me?

I know I could look it up myself, but I know that not all definitions online can be correct and I just want your perspective;;

Thanks!

Hi anon! Well, fascism comes in many forms so “sussing out who’s a fascist” is technically a little harder to do than having a simple checklist. After all, doesn’t a White Supremacist have different beliefs to a Japanese fascist? And doesn’t a Japanese fascist have different beliefs to a Wahabist? These beliefs clash don’t they? Well, yes and no. Sure the surface level beliefs are different but the underlying core beliefs of these groups are actually quite similar; it’s the specifics which are different. Even though it isn’t a “bible” on what is fascism and shouldn’t be taken as gospel, Umberto Eco has an essay called “Ur-Fascism” which contains 14 points, which can help us identify whether certain beliefs are fascist no matter the specifics of their belief system. I’ll explain the points in short and give some examples. Quick disclaimer, I am not an expert on fascism or any of the ideologies I’ll discuss by any means so if you aren’t taking Umberto Eco’s writing as the 100% correct truth, definitely don’t take mine as that either (this is how you should treat most sources tho):

1. Cult of Tradition and 2. Rejection of modernity

I put these two together because they’re kind of inseparable. This is basically the idea that there was a “glorious past” that people need to return to and modernity is a corruption of that “glorious past”. In British fascist thought, this past is generally the 19th century at the zenith of the British Empire or mid-20th century Britain. The latter is more common for people who wish to be a little more PC with their writings; instead of trying to use a by-gone era that pretty much no one alive can remember, they use a much more recent time with nostalgic ideas of “the good old days” which doesn’t seem threatening on it’s surface but is dogwhistling for a time when there weren’t as many immigrants in the country.

You may have seen the “reject modernity, embrace tradition” meme and it’s pretty much the most obvious incarnation of this idea. Similarly you may seen people online use “degenerate” as an insult. If you look at the meaning of the degenerate it means “having lost the physical, mental, or moral qualities considered normal and desirable; showing evidence of decline”; it’s microcosm of these ideas put into a single insult. This is why you tend to see conservatives use it more than progressives.

I’d also argue that terfs obsession with 2nd wave feminism and their utter rejection of intersectionality and modern feminism is another manifestation of this idea.

3. Action for actions sake

This is less detectable in terms of individuals but still important to note that these people tend to support action without a cause. Sure the insurrection at the white house earlier this year was action, but it had no substance behind it. It was action for actions sake, which is why any principled leftist didn’t support it. Fascists will tend to openly just call for action but won’t be very specific about the purposes of the action; as long as they agree with the ideology behind it they’ll support it. It’s why fascists love harassment campaigns and mindless acts of terror. Take Wahabist terrorist orgs like Al-Qaeda or ISIS, it doesn’t matter if bombing an Ariana Grande concert has no point, the only point is the action itself.

4. Disagreement is treason

This one’s pretty self explanatory, they will ostracize you if you disagree with them. Again, terfs tend to do this, and I had a long conversation with an ex-terf I called a dumbass, who basically said that she was ostracized by them and mocked for having different beliefs (hope she’s doing well actually). There’s numerous stories from ex-terfs like this.

5. Fear of difference

There’s a tendency for fascists to group people into “us” and “them”. “They” are considered to be intruders who need to be removed whereas “we” are the people who deserve to be here because it is “our” right to be here. In Zulu Nationalism, this tends to be any non-Zulu speakers who they deem to be “Shangaan” even if they aren’t actually Tsonga, it’s just a pejorative at this point. If you see vague references to the “elite” without any reference to who they are and what makes them “elite”, this is tends to be a dogwhistle for Jewish people. Western Fascists have very little issue with the workings of capitalism itself or the accumulation of wealth by capitalists, they just don’t like “them”, taking “our” stuff. Any references to “us” and “them” is pretty much a red flag.

6. Appeal to Social Frustration

Fascists will tend to brush upon actual issues faced by the poor today but will instead blame it on an outside force. You’ll see job loss being blamed on immigrants or vague “elites”. Terfs do this too. They’ll see young girls who are genuinely struggling with patriarchal issues and divert all that pent up rage towards trans people and the “q*eers” (which they do tend to use as a slur unlike what most people would have you think).

7. Obsession with a Plot

Everything is a conspiracy! The election was rigged! 9/11 was fake! that fucking pizza place/this furniture company is a sex ring! All of these are supposedly plots by the deep state who are trying to do... something or other. You’ll notice these “Plots” don’t actually have a purpose, but the fact that there is a plot itself is the issue. This is a way of engendering paranoia in the group while also feeling that there is a constant war against you even if there isn’t. This is also why, despite news sources being pro-capitalist the right will swear up and down it’s leftist media which is controlled by “them” (usually just meaning Jewish people).

8. The enemy is both strong and weak

“Trans people have infiltrated academia and the only reason people refuse to see gender as an immutable biological concept, is because they’re too afraid of the trans cabal to say anything. But also everyone can tell trans people are crazy and haha you have a high suicide rate.” It’s contradictory that’s the point. They need to feel that they’re both counterculture but also they need to be winning at all times so that contradiction is necessary. Also the use of the word “cabal” is a pretty big red flag for all forms of fascism.

9. Pacifism is trafficking with the enemy, 10. Contempt for the weak, 11. Everybody is educated to become a hero and 12. Machismo and weaponry

All of these are kind of interrelated so I’m grouping them together (also this is already fucking long as hell so I don’t wanna bore you any further). You’ll tend to see a love for the military or at least military aesthetics when looking through fascist blogs. Guns aren’t just a tool for fascists, they’re representative of masculinity and the necessity of violence. Pacifists and anyone who refuses to fight are weak and therefore are “degenerate”. If you do not fight, if you are not willing to fight, you cannot be a “hero” (an ubermensch or a matyr). This comes with the fetishization of violence instead of the recognition of violence being an means to an end, and the worship of individuals rather than of communities and organizations. Take Japanese fascists and their lionisation of the imperial military and their desire to once again have an actual army.

Terfs don’t necessarily fit these roles except for arguably 10 considering how much they seem to look down upon the mentally ill and those who commit suicide and surprisingly 11 since that involves the hatred of non-standard sexual activities and terfs hate non-standard sex (this is from the most vanilla bitch who is very uncomfortable with kink but understands its not inherently good or bad). I have a feeling this is more so because terfs are mainly women (there are male terfs ofc) whereas this was written for male led organizations.

13. Selective populism

When fascists talk about “the people” they tend to mean “the people we like”. “The working class” can be translated to “this cishet white christian man from Minnesota who owns land but hey he lives in a rural area so he’s working class right?”. They’ll also tend to have “tokens” who will suddenly become the mouth piece of the entire community they’re supposedly representing even if no one in the community asked them to (i.e. Milo Yiannopoulos).

14. Ur fascism speaks Newspeak

They speak in terms which are both inaccessible to anyone outside of their circles whilst being so simple that once you learn them it becomes easy to understand. They abhor any form of “academic” speech so you’ll rarely see them source things (unless those things happen to agree with their views, which is rare but Jordan Peterson is popular for a reason) and if they do source things they probably wouldn’t have read them fully and will rely on you also not reading them. This is to limit any critical thinking so that your brain is basically jellified into an unquestioning organ which only responds “yes” or “no” and only appeals to a higher authority without any form of reasoning involved. This is why they complain about “the lefts memes being too wordy”... because they’re used to not having to read (this is somewhat tongue in cheek but heyho if the boot fits).

And that’s the 14 main features of fascism, if anyone is displaying multiple of these ideas then they are most likely fascist, and if an organization or group continuously replicates these ideas, then they are definitely fascist. I hope this wasn’t too long but like I said... very complex topic. (Also hopefully this is written well, it’s 10 PM and I am surviving off Irn Bru energy drink). Hope this helped!

#long post #lillypad.txt #ask away #Anon

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coffee-mugz · 4 years

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Inspired by: This post!

Warning: cursing, mention of alcohol and murder (dont worry, nothing serious at all.)

Pairing: Remus x Virgil

Note: Firstly, this is unedited, secondly, I do not own these characters! They belong to Thomas.

Today was December 19th at around 8 PM.

For others, it was a normal day. A fine winter day with a faint dust of snow and chilly weather. Christmas ornaments and decorations were set up everywhere in the suburban neighborhood, lighting up the otherwise gloomy streets. Families were getting prepared for the holidays and children were excitingly nearing their winter breaks. A normal day.

But for Virgil, it was in fact a very important day. It was the day he'd turn 18, the day he'd first meet his soulmate. Well, "meet" was a bit of an exaggeration. Okay, maybe a lot, but switching emotions with their fated other for an hour was as interesting as it is useless.

And, as the time ticked nearer to 8:12, Virgil felt a rise of guilt and fear bubble up in his chest. And suddenly, everything was too much for him to bear.

The brightly flashing Christmas lights seemed to absolutely tear through his vision, too bright for him to completely register.

The laughter and cheers from the party- his birthday party- were too loud. They flooded his brain and his head pounded.

And he's reminded of those awful thoughts of doubt, his mind spiraling downwards into a dark pit he couldn't avoid.

What would they think of me?

Should I eat?

Would they think I'm eating too much?

Do I look bad?

Do I look fat?

Am I talking too much?

What if they dont like my smile?

My smile is ugly.

My makeup doesn't fit in.

My clothes look strange.

I don't fit in.

I'm strange.

Why would they want to talk to me?

My soulmate-

My soulmate will feel this.

What do I do?!

I dont want them to feel miserable.

They're going to hate me.

They're going to blame me.

What if they're doing something important right now?

What if I ruined their life by giving them a panic attack?

Virgil flinched, feeling a hand suddenly land on his shoulder, pulling him out of his thoughts. A faint whisper of alcohol could be smelled behind him, and judging the fact he hadn't brought any alcohol here since he (and almost everybody else) was underage, he already knew who it was.

"Virgin?" A deep voice called his "nickname"- if it even could be called one.

"R-Re-" Virgil stuttered, his breath still rather rapid and his heartbeat nearly exploding.

It was Remus. His best friend since middle school... and his not-so-secret teeny tiny crush.

Sure enough, Remus popped in front of him, one hand holding a bottle of beer while the other seemed to have dropped his deodorant.

"How you doing, birthday boy~? I brought the other little shits some alcohol so they could finally- woah there. You good, Virgin?" Remus ranted to him, before abruptly stopping, seeing Virgil's teary eyes and smudges makeup.

Remus took a glance at Virgil's chest, noticing it rising and falling rather rapidly despite it being mostly coveted up with Virgil's oversized hoodie.

Remus put down his bottle on a nearby coffee table, stretching his arms out as a sign that the shaking boy could hug him.

"You need some time- upstairs- away from all this shit? I get it. Roman can be such a dick-face sometimes, I want to toss him out of a ten story building too." Virgil laughed, graciously taking Remus's offer and hugging him.

Remus was warm- really warm. All of Virgil wanted to do at the moment was keep snuggling into his arms, confess even, but he knew he couldn't do that to Remus, who was waiting for nearly 2 years for his soulmate to pop up. He was a rare case, having an age gap with his soulmate. Virgil couldn't take away Remus' fated other, especially when he had been waiting for so long. That would be robbing Remus's future partner.

"Let's go to Mr. Virgin's super dark lair to see what kind of toys he has hidden away-" Remus said, quiet so that nobody else heard it, but loud enough for Virgil to punch him in the chest.

"Oof! So it looks like be got a naughty one here!" Remus let go, much to Virgil's disappointment, to dramatically clutch his chest, as if he'd been stabbed.

Virgil grabbed him by the sleeve, too afraid to make direct skin contact again in fear of Remus thinking he was strange, and dragged both of them up to his room.

Although Virgil's breathing had become more stable, his heart was still racing and his adrenaline rush has yet to fully wear off. A faint thump of guilt emerged in his chest, though he didn't know why.

Soon enough, they were by themselves, locked in a room where the only colors you could see are purple, black, or grey, accompanied by a rather Halloween type of astethic despite it being Christmas.

Virgil sat himself down on the bed, making enough space for Remus to sit tight next to him. He tossed his purple spiderweb blanket on top of the two of them and took the opportunity to lean on Remus's shoulder, panicking as he felt his ear brush against bear skin.

Virgil jolted upwards, staring at Remus, who was somehow wearing a tank top now. Virgil's eyes dashed across the room, spotting Remus's unruly leather jacket on the ground, long discarded.

"What? Emo boy can't handle my hots?" Remus asked, and Virgil could only roll his eyes and pull a bit of blanket up, so that he could lean on Remus without physically touching him.

Who knows how much farther his emotions would spike if he were to have skin-to-skin contact like before? It's already too late to stop, seeing as it was already his birthday.

Man, does time fly by fast.

"So, wanna talk about it?" Remus asked, sticking a piece of deodorant he got from who knows where into his mouth. Though, Virgil knows it's mostly marshmallow fluff. They made it together a few years ago, and it was still a long running joke.

"...Probably. But no." Virgil replied, sneaking a look at his digital clock.

8:10, 3 minutes before he'd switch.

"Mmm, why not? Y'know, you love rambling."

Virgil could only avert his gaze, his throat closing up on him.

"Virgin?" Remus asked; shaking his shoulder a bit, causing Virgil's bright purple hair to become staticky.

Fuck, Virgil thought. He really hated this- hated having to watch Remus get snagged away because he knew he wasn't destined to him. Why in the world would Remus be paired dup with him? His luck had always been bad, so this just sounded absurd to him.

"I'm sorry." Virgil meekly replied, nuzzling his head further into Remus's arm as he watched the clock flash to 8:11. 2 minutes left.

Remus looked down on him, confusion evident on his face. "Sorry for what? Sorry for making me leave my beer?"

Virgil paused, forcing down his emotions as tears welled up in his eyes. He hated this, so do much. He should have tried harder, to be good enough to stand by Remus's side. He should've been more confident, better suitable for Remus's own cocky, rash attitude. Hr should've tried to end this years ago, but what a coward he was, leaning on him to the last second.

The clock flashed to 8:12, and Virgil felt his previous regret and guilt become replaced with self hatred. If only he had been better suitable for him...

"Virgin?" Remus asked again, not getting a reply from the boy. He want used to being left in the silent. He was used to being instantly retaliated by Virgil's snarky comments, right after his own. He wasn't acting at all like the normal.

"I'm sorry for loving y-" Virgil stopped, feeling all his prior emotions immediately flush down the drain as he was suddenly filled with something else. His confession was stopped, and hid apology that followed right after escaped his mind.

Confidence, pride, arrogance, confusion, an urge to explore his entire neighborhood (and maybe even the world)- he felt all these foreign emotions suddenly overwhelm him. He stared at the clock, which now proudly blinked 8:13.

What? Dude, at least give a man his time!

Virgil was suddenly given the urge to punch it, and act...irrational.

A beam of hope sprung up in his heart, only for it to vanish seconds after it.

There are plenty of people who are irrational, brash, and arrogant like this. But Virgil, surprisingly, couldn't accept that, as his hope was reignited, as stubborn as a mule.

Because Remus was fine-

"Hick-" A small noise came from beside him, the hope in his heart glowing brighter, fiercer than it ever had before.

"Remus?" Virgil asked, his voice loud and clearm. It even shocked him, who knew he always kept his voice down in fear of being too annoying.

"D-Damn." Remus cursed, furiously wiping away at his eyes.

"R-Remus?" Virgil felt a searing pain erupt in his body, but it wasn't painful. He...enjoyed it. His body felt as if he were on fire, tears once again threatening to fall, but was held back just in time. For some reason, he couldn't accept the fact that he almost cried in front of Remus. It mad him feel...weak.

"Wow, holy shit." Remus tried to laugh it off, but Virgil noticed the glistening tears running down his arms, each one giving striking Virgil in the chest with his own sadness.

"A-Are you ok?" Virgil asked, taking his head off of Remus's shoulder, questioning whether to wrap his arms around the other. He didn't, because a small part of him doubted that this was real, but a big part of him believe it was.

"Virgil," Virgil flinched, unexpectedly hearing his own, correct name coming from Remus's mouth.

"You really hate yourself this much?" The moment he heard this, his heart shattered, finally realizing what he had done.

His soulmate- Remus, as much as he couldn't believe it- was just given...possibly the worst thoughts he had ever encountered. Self deprivations, self hatred, regret and guilt, anxiety, everything that Virgil usually burdened himself to carry was now placed onto Remus's chest.

Virgil knew how it felt, and he knew how horrible the aftermath was.

Without a second thought, Virgil tossed his arms around Remus's large stature, and although his arms weren't quite long enough to fully encase him in an embrace like Remus would usually do to him, it was better than nothing.

"I'm sorry." Remus muttered, giving a strained laugh, so unlike his unrestrained, boisterous one.

"There's nothing to be sorry about." Virgil quickly shut it down, knowing himself well enough that the moment he apologizes is when everything starts getting worse and worse. He then starts thinking about what he wished he could hear from the other during these times, and although hesitant, he said it anyways.

"I love you." Virgil confessed, seeing Remus tense up his entire body.

"I love you so much." Virgil repeats, watching as Remus started to shake this time. Virgil started to worry, thinking he had done something wrong, or in the worse case, messed up their relationship.

Soon after, a chuckle could be heard, and Remus looks up, smiling happily as tears continued to stream down his face.

"Good news for you, so do I, you dick."

Virgil looked offended, an expression Remus thought he would never have seen, and watched as Virgil proudly proclaimed:

"Since when have I been a dick when you're acting like one! I even told you first- all three times- that I love you! Say it, say it. C'mon!" Virgil hissed, but relaxed after hearing a laugh that sounded more like Remus. It wasn't him entirely, but it was a lot better than before.

"Asshole." Remus fixed, grinning once again at Virgil's unsupporting gaze.

"Its true! Look at me- I radiate top energy. You're definitely a bottom." Remus said, snapping his mouth shut as he realized what he said, green eyes wide open in shock.

But he was eased out of that state with Virgil's calm, sarcastic laughter, and was once again bombarded with the fact that Virgil could definitely top somebody else, and that he wasn't entirely a bottom.

But they both knew that Remus was right in the end, neither of them want to admit it, though.

They spent the rest of their little break in Virgil's room, Virgil taking the initiative to thank everybody for coming to the party and seeing them out the door when the time had come. On the way out, everybody gave him a knowing glance as he rolled his eyes, slamming the door in their faces, leaving them in the midst of a blizzard.

Truth be told, the party wasn't really a party. At least, not to Remus who had gone to so many parties with over 30 people attending each. But to Virgil, it was enough, especially when Declyn and Roman were in the same room.

The test of their hour was spent with the two of them questioning each other's emotions, Remus asking more of them than Virgil.

"How do you even think like this?"

"I have a strange urge to eat chocolate."

"Is this why you never talk?"

"Wow, I look horrible. Did I always smell like this?"

"How the fuck did you deal with my chaotic dumbass energy? Like- Everything looks dangerous! Even that stupid broom you never use! What if it falls and trips an unlucky bitch?"

"That ceiling fan of yours is giving me major creep vibes- you never know when it's gonna fall! It's plotting against us!"

"How do you manage to sleep like this?"

Remus would continue to endlessly spill out questions after questions, cherishing this hour of his life to see everything his soulmate looked through his own eyes. And this is when he truly learned about different perspectives.

Like he said: the ceiling fan he never played attention to is always on his mind now, he never thought to use actual deodorant until now, when he thought about what Virgil would think despite him knowing very well that he doesn't give a damn. That lamp in the corner of the room? Remus had seen it before, but now he could only think about what would happen if it were to tip over.

Minor things he never noticed became so apparent in his life, and he feels horrible remembering all the times he forced Virgil to do something absolutely crazy with him (like the shopping cart incident). He couldn't imagine what it would feel like to have to do that when he feels this horrible just lying down.

It was the same with Virgil. He never knew Remus experienced such a pull to the outside world until now. In fact, a 'pull' would be an understatement. He desperately wants to go outside and maybe even conquer the woods just outside of his house, but it takes every ounce of his will to stay put and stay shut inside.

It helps knowing Remus appreciated it.

Virgil hasn't had a single thought about everything that would have been in his mind. He felt...giddy, and he wasn't sure what to think of it. He hadn't felt this way for a good few years now, so it certainly came as a shock to his unprepared mind.

As the minutes passed by, the digital clock finally beeped "9:13" and the two of them felt the exact same sensation as they did an hour prior.

A drain sucked out their personality -or emotions-, and their original one filled the void, leaving the two of them in silence as they grew accustomed to their original feelings.

Virgil, as he really couldn't focus on anything for too long for the entire hour, had just processed the fact that Remus was and is indeed his soulmate. A dream come true, if not a miracle. And Remus had just processed his own train of thought, grinning wildly as he dived towards Virgil, who let out an "oof!" at the sudden force and pressure.

Soon enough, Virgil and Remus were in their usual cuddling position once again, with Virgil sitting on Remus's lap, facing him, wrapping his arms around his neck as he settles his head into the crook of it. Remus wrapped the both of them in a blanket, playing a crappy version of a scene from a recently released movie which was obviously taken in the movie theaters.

"Boyfriends?" Virgil suddenly asked, somehow growing enough confidence to ask such a question. To his delight, Remus grinned, picking up Virgil's thin body and swinging the both of them all around the room.

"Why don't we just get married? Right here!" Remus exclaimed, only to get his face pushed away and his mouth shut up.

"Married? Yeah right! You haven't even told me "I love you" yet! Now that I think of it, I'm the only one who said it, you ass! Say it!" Virgil tossed around Remus's head in all directions, only to end up on the ground, Remus's eyes spinning from the dizziness.

"I-I love you." Remus weakly muttered out, before grabbing a nearby bag of onion rings and smashing them open, picking one of the few intact rings.

He grabbed Virgil's hand and stuck the onion ring onto his ring finger. "Now, marry me?" Remus asked once again, tossing Virgil another onion ring and stretched this hand out, waiting for the other to slip it on.

Virgil blushed, hiding his red ears as he hit Remus's head rather ruthlessly and putting on the ring.

"Dammit, what'll Dee say if he finds out you proposed to me with a fucking onion ring." Virgil said, falling onto Remus's chest, staring at his new edible ring. A smile stretched out on his face, and although Remus may not have directly seen it, he knew exactly what he'd look like.

"Well, he'd be jealous! What better than to be able to eat your ring, so you can give your lover another one the next day. Y'know, Ro said it would be his "dream come true" if he could propose to his lover every day and relive the moment. So, me being me, I had to steal the number one place from that piece of shit again." Remus boasted, before proudly exclaiming, "And as you can see, it worked. You accepted it. Now I can rub it into his nasty face."

Virgil burst out laughing.

"Is that the only reason you proposed to me after being boyfriends for not even half an hour?" Remus paused for a moment, then making a gesture as if he were in deep thought. Virgil rolled his eyes at it.

"Well, I've considered you my boyfriend for the past few years already-"

"What?" Virgil sat up abruptly, shocked to hear such a thing. He didn't even remember Remus saying or acting weird at all.

"Yeah, that one time I got the both of us drunk by accident I ended up blurting something along the lines of "You're really cute" and you said that only your boyfriend can call you cute. I asked if I could be one, and you said yeah, so I called you cute again. It's really foggy since it was so long ago, but you probably forgot. You were hit by the alcohol cloud the hardest and you were younger than me, so it was obviously expected." Remus explained, then grinned at Virgil's shocked expression.

"Remember? The time I decided to burn my dad's vodka because I was pissed at him for some shitty reason. We didn't know that the alcohol would evaporate the moment we lit it on fire, and the wind pushed it to your direction first. Funny as hell looking back on it now, but it scared the shit out of me when you nearly fainted."

"No no, not that. You didnt take me out on dates and you never said you liked me."

"Uh, I did?"

"You didn't."

"I did! That time I took you to the treehouse- that was one! Then when the both of us ditched my own party to explore the woods and nearly broke my arm was another. After our shitty swimming lessons, when I took you to the cafe, that was another! Also that one time we climbed a tree and got stuck for 3 hours- that was another! All the sleepovers, dumpster diving, stealing from the old bastard and cuddle sessions were dates! And the "I love you" stuff... I'm not really good with it. I never know when the right time to say it is, so I ended up skipping that part. But still!" Remus ranted, counting all their "dates" using his fingers, while Virgil stayed silent in utter shock.

"Wait-" Virgil laughed again, "What is your definition of dates?" Remus looked at him, as if he asked the most stupid question on earth.

"No, really, what do you think a date is?"

Remus paused again, "well... it's when you're only with your lover, right? When it's only the two of us- Roman told me that. Roman... Ah, fuck! Don't tell me it's completely different!"

Remus banged his fist on the ground, spewing out more curses at his brother as Virgil's laughter only continued to rise.

"It's- HAHA- It's not completely different. It's right in a way, but you'd usually tell your partner if it's a date or if it's just hanging out. No wonder I had no idea- all those happened when I was so young! Haha, sorry."

Remus grumbled to himself, crossing his arms, but nevertheless managed to smile at Virgil's rare fits of laughter.

Remus: "Alright then- to fix everything my shitty bro did, how about a date tomorrow? In the woods." Remus smiled, and Virgil wiped away some of his tears.

"Yeah, sure. That's great."

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Why do stray cats follow me? P. 3

I know it doesn’t look like it yet, but this is a (really slow burn) MariChat story. Please don’t hate me.

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Adrien’s day had been tired so far. It started at 6 am with Gorilla waking him up.

“Where’s Nathalie?” He said, with his eyes still semi closed.

“... Not coming today.”

Adrien had a well-balanced, lonely, and healthy breakfast. At 7 am he was already in Pont de Bir-Hakeim for the ‘City Life Collection’ photo shoot of this year. Vincent was talking to the Art Director about locations and special lighting for the shoots when he spotted him.

“Adrien, you’re already here! Go to make up and dress yourself up with combo number 4 first.”

Walking to the dresser he saw Lila with the hair stylist and saluted them from afar. He already knew she was going to be there. For some reason unknown to him, his father agreed on three photo shoots with her. This was barely the second. And because she was good at it, it wouldn’t surprise him that she will eventually sign up for more.

Six long hours passed, and they were done. To celebrate, everyone in the set ate lunch together. Lila was stuck by his side and he didn’t push her off, to be fair, she wasn’t doing anything wrong to anyone that day, so he tried (and failed) to have fun as well. He meant it when he talked to her: they could be ‘friends’ but there was a limit to how much he will be able to endure, specifically if she insisted on hurting his friends.

"Adrien, do you want to go to somewhere else and enjoy the rest of the day with me?”

“Thank you, Lila, but I can’t”

“If it is because of your father, maybe I can talk to him?”

“I had plans with Nino today, but they got cancelled because Father wants me to practice a new song for an upcoming event. I don’t think his opinion will change.”

“Oh... okay, later then.”

Adrien entered his car without offering her a ride, Gorilla closed the door and Adrien lowered down the window. “Yes, later. Have a nice day, Lila”

“Bye!” Lila said and Gorilla started the engine and the car moved away from her, who kept waving goodbye until they disappeared in the next corner.

And it was true. Nino wanted to show him how to breakdance and he really wanted to learn, he didn’t specify with his father about the plans, but Gabriel Agreste had a sixth sense when it comes to letting him have fun with friends. Suddenly the day before he was informed that there will be an event host by the Tsurugi family next month and he was supposed to play a couple songs during the evening: “Painted” and “River Flows in You”, both from Yiruma.

He already knew the second one by heart. It was one of her mother’s favorites.

So, he returned to the mansion and started to practice the first one. For the first two hours he was practicing seriously. The third hour he recorded himself to create a loop that would be played later when Chat Noir went out to play.

Gorilla appeared at his door around two hours and a half later to give him some food. He returned the empty dishes just before going out. His recording had a very elaborate edit of his very best try, looped three times, and then a couple recordings with errors here and there. If his father came when the errors were being played, he won’t disturb. If he went when the recording was sounding perfect and realize he still was playing, he won’t interrupt neither. Nobody will enter his room in the next 3 hours, probably. It was almost 5 pm.

“Plagg, claws...”

“Wait!” Plagg interrupted him mid-sentenced.

“Plagg?”

“First you shush me because you are recording and now you suddenly transform without saying a word? What happened to your manners kid?”

“Sorry Plagg, but I didn’t have any recording of that song, and I really wanted to go out.”

Plagg was still playing hard. Floating with both arms crossed in front of Adrien’s face “Where are we going today?”

“I don’t know... anywhere else but here.” Plagg was still with his tiny arms crossed, clearly upset for being ignored. “But I’m sorry bud, do you want extra cheese before going out today? Or do you want to stay? We can play video games if you want.”

Adrien would probably never realize how much Plagg loved him. He dropped his arms and decided to go lie down to the blonde’s head so he couldn’t see his face. Adrien moved something inside Plagg with his suggestion to stay home to make him, the God of Destruction, feel better when clearly Adrien just wanted to run away. “Nah, I ate the emergency supplies when you were recording. I’m fine if I got three extra cheeses when we return”

Adrien pet Plagg’s head over his head with a smile “You are incorrigible buddy. Plagg, claws out!”

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To be honest, she woke up that morning thinking that her day was going to be exhausting.

But here she was, smiling, hugging Luka’s back on the way home, resting her head on him. Both were on his bicycle, carrying an empty box behind.

Luka smelled like lavender, probably because of the cloth softener in his house, but it recalled her freedom and peace. And she just wanted to keep hugging him all day.

It has been an awesome day so far. She woke up late but on time to meet Luka. She stayed very late the previous day dividing the gifts by types. Sweaters, scarfs, gloves, hats, everything was also divided by colors. She tagged everything, unwrapped it and put it into bags, and those bags into a box.

Luka gently carried her around Paris to deliver the clothes into a couple charities for homeless. They got lunch together by the Seine. They saw street performers by the Eiffel Tour doing brake-dance and a couple mimes playing with kids.

Luka bought her a smoothie and they walk down the Jardin des Tuileries while talking about everything and nothing at the same time.

When they passed near Notre Dame, he told her he would like to show her his new progress with her melody, so she listened quietly the 2 minutes song on a bench next to him, watching the peaceful Parisians enjoying a sunny and beautiful Saturday.

Everything was lovely and colorful. So far, no Hawkmoth, no Chloé, no Lila, no stress, no danger. It was like a vacations day and she was up to live it full for what it last. Since the moment she opened her eyes she was waiting for the next akumatized person to show up and change her plans, but it was already 4:00 pm and Luka was successfully distracting her from her own thoughts.

Luka never asked her why she had so much male clothes, and even that small detail gave her peace at mind. He didn’t judge, he just listened.

There was a moment in which she was startled by a purple butterfly on Notre Dame. He immediately put himself on between them, with a fierce determination. But it was a regular butterfly. They laughed together by the realization but laughs stopped when he hugged her.

“I promise I will protect you with all I have if Hawkmoth dare to attack today”

And Marinette knew it was true, he has already done it after all, jumping to protect her from the bees last time. If Luka haven’t done that, who knows what would have happened to her that day.

It made Marinette immediately sad. It was horrible to know that thanks to Chloé: Luka will never be Viperion again, Alya couldn’t be Rena, Max couldn’t be Pegasus, Kim couldn’t be Roi Singe, Kagami shouldn’t be Ryuuko and Nino couldn’t be Carapace.

Of course, Luka thought she was suddenly sad because Marinette was scared for him. He caressed her cheek. “Don’t be sad, Marinette. If there’s something I’m scared of is not Hawkmoth, but to not being able to cheer you up when you are distressed”

Marinette hid her face in his chest.

“You want to talk about it?” He asked, softly.

“What do you think will happen if Hawkmoth wins?” she mumbled.

“That won’t happen. Paris has the best heroes on earth.”

“But what if” she insisted.

Luka meditated his answer for a couple seconds “Then everybody in Paris will help Ladybug and Chat Noir to get a proper revenge. If Hawkmoth ‘wins’ I’m sure everybody will fight along with them to help them restore everything back. Including us both. Am I right?”

Marinette let a little giggle escape her lips. “But of course, Luka”

“I can imagine you as a hero you know, brave, smart, beautiful”

Marinette blushed immediately “Ugh... stop. Don’t exaggerate”

“I am not!” he said, kissing her forehead. Marinette’s heart skipped a beat. “You will probably overshadow Ladybug. At least to my eyes.”

She didn’t immediately reply to that. She was feeling too many butterflies in her belly and even her neck was probably red right now. She covered her face with her hands and mumbled a quiet “Thank you”.

Luka released her from the hug and got on his bicycle again “Let’s go, I don’t want your parents to think I kidnapped you.”

And really, time flies. How come she already spent 8 hours with Luka without noticing it?

So here she was. In her way home, hugging Luka’s back and smiling while mumbling the melody he played for her a couple hours ago. Since the last battle she has spent countless hours talking to Tikki and the other kwamis, studying, learning about history and her new role responsibilities and thinking about strategies. She had been holding quite difficult discussions in her room lately. And she didn’t even have the chance to talk to Chat Noir yet.

So, it felt good to be able to relax today. She didn’t realize she needed a moment of peace that much.

She also didn’t notice Chat Noir jumping from rooftop to rooftop, but he did spot them and gave them a sincere smile from afar.

“Hey, Luka”

Marinette called him from behind when they were a couple streets from her home.

“Yes? Do you want me to stop?”

“No, just change directions please”

“Change directions? Where do you want to go?”

“Anywhere” She hugged him stronger. “If it is okay. I just want to stay a little more with you today. Just one more hour.”

Luka’s heart shrank and he almost lost control of the bicycle by Marinette sudden comment.

“Do you want to see the sunset from Sacre Coeur?” He asked.

“I would love to”

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Adrien arrived home before anyone noticed it and went downstairs to have dinner at the same time as always. His dad was unexpectedly waiting for him at the table.

“Father? What are you doing here?”

“I have some news to share with you, Son” Gabriel asked him to take a sit with his hand. Someone from the service staff served him a plate with onion soup, toasted bread and a glass of water.

When they were alone, his father started conversation again “As you know, Nathalie have not been feeling well lately”

“Is she sick again?” Adrien was looking at his food with a sad look. Something that was stressing him out lately was how much Nathalie’s condition resembled his mom’s.

“Yes, but there’s good news on that regard” Adrien raised his gaze with a hint of hope. “A doctor found out what was happening to her. She will be out for three weeks for recovery, but she will be cured”

“Really? That’s awesome!” Adrien stood up with energy and a smile from side to side, truly excited for the good news “What did she had?”

“Something related to her inner ear, which explains the dizziness. A minor surgery fixes it”

“Can we go and visit her?”

“She prefers not to. But you are welcome to find a gift if you want, for when she returns” His father kept his gaze busy on his tablet, probably still working.

“I will do it, thanks, Father”

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When Marinette closed the door of her room, Tikki flew in front of her with a smile.

“Marinette, did you have fun today?”

“Yes!” Marinette ran to the divan and laid there hugging a cat pillow, while giggling “Today was great, Tikki. I think I didn’t have this much fun in a while.”

“I’m glad” Tikki sat above the cat pillow.

“But as fun as the day was today,” Marinette sat down, letting the pillow aside and holding Tikki on her hands “We have work to do.” She climbed up the stairs of her bed and pull out the miraculous box out of her hidden spot.

She opened it and took the panjas bracelet, put it on and Roarr appeared in front of her. “Hi Guardian! Is it my turn today?”

Marinette giggled at the little kwami “Hello there, would you please be as nice as to help me to know you better?”

“I like peanuts!” Roarr answered fast “I don’t like when the weak is abused, I’m very protective”

“I know you can control the lighting of a place and reflect yourself to camouflage” Marinette was taking notes “I also know you take most of the decisions with Sass back in the box when Tikki and Plagg are out”.

“I have had only 13 permanent holders. Nothing compared to the others, so I’ve stayed most of my time taking care of the world inside the box”

“By what circumstances have you been handled to permanent holders?”

“I was stolen 4 times, 7 times I was needed to hide the order of the guardians, 1 time the guardian of the box preferred my powers to fulfill his job, you know, like Master Fu with Wayzz, and one time the Guardian of the box preferred the Pig miraculous, and give my miraculous to his lover so I can help to keep the box safe with her.”

Marinette stopped writing. “What?”

“What, what?”

“A Guardian share this secret with his lover?! Who was it?”

“It was many, many centuries ago” Roarr jumped from Marinette’s hand to her hair “The guardian was married when he was appointed to the task and he decided that the way to keep his family protected was to share the secret with Abelia.”

“Was it a good idea?”

“Many tragedies overcome his family. I know Abelia didn’t regret any.”

They chatted a bit more, Marinette did a pause to get her some peanuts, she showed her the room and what she liked to do and finally they wish each other sweet dreams after a couple hours of getting to know each other.

It was already after midnight and Marinette was already laid on bed when a noise called her attention.

“Ugh... again?”

She popped her head out and saw a watering can spinning on the floor. It stopped and a little kitty walked out there.

“What are you doing inside there, little buddy?” It was a brown kitty, smaller than the one she saw the other day, but this time the kitty didn’t run away the moment he heard her. It walked to the watering can again, searching for something. Marinette saw how he started to lick the metal, so she went out and pour him some water in a flowerpot base she saw near him.

The kitty followed her and started to drink water “Were you thirsty little one?” She couldn’t help it and pet his head a little. “Such a cutie”

Part [1] [2] [3]

Gosh I’m the worst... I know this looks like a Lukanette (which I also love) but this is the most realistic turn I can take after that season finale! This is a Marichat story even if I haven’t prove it yet :) (please remember the sloow slowwww burn disclaimer from part 1)

#marichat #lukanette #ml fanfic #marinette deserves better #slow burn #my writing #marichat... eventually #after season 3 finale #lovesquare

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etherealino · 4 years

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mixtape: on track – scb

synopsis: “i can’t let you go, how can i ever let you go?”

genre: idolverse!au, post breakup!au, radio dj!reader, angst, fluff uwu

warning(s): one curse word. changbin went ooc, oops.

word count: 3423

a/n: i had this plot since forever and when mixtape: on track was released, i realized it fit changbin so well. djbdjsdj,,,,,, hope this doesn’t suck :]

“First song of tonight, my people, Song Request by Lee So Ra, featuring BTS’ Suga. Just send in your requests, problems or if you just wanna say hi, just mention me, @/sleeplessy/n.” You said through the microphone and you lowered the volume of the microphone, muting it as the song played through the whole station—in every radio, that is.

Every night, all you did was talk about everything that comes into your mind—you’re good at it, actually. Plus, to everyone seeking advice comes to you, one of the reasons why you can’t lose topics to talk about. That was your job. From 11 pm to 3 am, for four hours that’s what you do.

This was your job ever since you broke up with your boyfriend of 2 years. Your boyfriend was none other than Seo Changbin of Stray Kids. You two were so happy, you were sure of it. Changbin was making you happy, you were making him happy. You knew you two were drifting apart when fights became a sudden routine every night, shouting until voices get hoarse. Then just this one night, Changbin came home, he picked a fight with you probably due to how stressed he is and he took it out on you. You two were on each other’s throats once more, when suddenly you shouted, “You know what? Let’s just break up. It’s best for the both of us.” You know you should’ve took it back when you saw Changbin’s expression fall, but then he glared at you again, but you still saw the tears pooling in his eyes, even though he shouted back, “Fine! I’ll pick my stuff up tomorrow.” Then, just like that, he left.

And ever since then, you can’t sleep properly. So you thought, it would be nice to look for a job instead of stressing over on how to sleep. And here you are, Sleepless Night with Y/N from 11 pm to 3 am—you became everyone’s favorite DJ in just a snap of a finger, it’s crazy when you think about it. You always loved the idea of being a radio DJ, if you were being honest. It’s been two months since you and Changbin broke up, and ever since then, you never listened to Stray Kids anymore, knowing you would just end up going to YouTube and binge his videos and fancams all day long—then cry.

You heard that Stray Kids have been having soft concepts lately, different from their usual concepts, and sometimes—a lot of times—Stray Kids’ songs were everyone’s requests, but you pretended not to see. Stray Kids would always have a guesting in your station, and you knowing the schedule would not go to the time allotted for them to avoid seeing Changbin. It’s been two months, but you were still undeniably hung up on Changbin. Everyone could see right through you.

“Once again, people, that was Song Request by Lee So Ra, featuring BTS’ Suga. How have you guys been? Still can’t sleep according to your tweets.” You said as you let out a small chuckle. You scrolled through the computer in front of you, looking at the tweets that were sent in as you talked about nonsense. “Shout out to some users that says they want to be in a relationship asap. Take your time, my people, savor it while it lasts instead of rushing, hm?”

Truth be told, you were looking for a certain user. This user would always say hi, giving you an update on what happened in their day. It would always end with, “How was your day? :)”. They would always tweet something that cheers you up. They would just randomly tweet you heart memes, even at daytime. Weird enough, even though you followed this user, they never sent you a dm. There was this weird feeling at the pit of your stomach that wants you to send them a message, but you also didn’t want to. So, you let it be.

Weird enough, they never sent anything today. You frowned, going to their profile, refreshing the page but nothing. It’s crazy when you think about it, missing someone you never met at all. But there was just something about this user that gravitates you towards them.

You didn’t even notice at all until your phone silently went off, vibrating, serving as a signal that it was already 2:30 in the morning. You have 30 minutes to wrap up the show. You always have that alarm or else, you will get carried away and you don’t want to ruin the schedule. “Time check, it’s now 2:30 in the morning, my people, send in your problems and I will try my best to give you the best advice I can.” You announced. Your Twitter blew up and you scrolled and scrolled. You went back up, refreshing your notifications. And finally, your favorite user has sent you a tweet. But it was different from their usual tweets. “From user sleeplesscb,” you announced. It was honestly unusual, they never send in a problem to ask for an advice, so you were kind of worried for them. “Hi, DJ Y/N, I used to have a girlfriend, she really means a lot to me. It’s been awhile since we broke up but I can’t seem to let her go. I really wish I could turn back time to take everything back so we would still be together.” You read. You sighed, biting your lip. “Well, user, if you really do love her, let her know. If you’re lucky, she might feel the same way as you. Tell her how you feel, make her feel loved and do everything you think you should do before you regret it.”

What if this is Changbin and he wants to—

You pushed the thought away, shaking your head as you bit your lip. It couldn’t be Changbin—it’s impossible. Changbin’s too busy for stuff like this. More importantly, Changbin would never feel that way. You just have to accept that your once shared love with Changbin is just now one-sided.

“If you end up really doing what I just said and doesn’t end good, you can hunt me and shoot me down.” You chuckled as you refreshed the page once more and you saw that the user sent another tweet saying, “Can you play Mixtape: On Track by Stray Kids? Heard that the group’s rapper, Changbin wrote it and it’s how I feel.” You bit your lip. Are you ready? You inwardly sigh, giving yourself a nod. Just this once, for them. “Since it was your problem that I gave advice, I suppose I can grant your request.” You announced, searching the song to play it. You took a deep breath before announcing, “Here’s Mixtape: On Track by Stray Kids.”

Even a fool knows this, you’re the best thing I’ve got.

Just that line. That single line was enough to make tears pool in your eyes. Changbin’s voice went through the whole station and you muted the microphone again to prevent any noises to be heard—your sniffles, to be specific. You listened to the whole song. Just like what you expected, Stray Kids are still great—greater, even. But the fact that Changbin wrote this song made your heart flutter. He probably wrote it after your breakup, but you refused to listen. Funny how the universe just finds way to make you do what you’re supposed to, even if you’re against it. Did he actually write this for you or he just got an inspiration out of it? You don’t know, but it feels nice to hear the boys again—Changbin, especially.

You feel like jumping and throwing the things around you when Changbin’s part, “I can’t let you go.” came. You wanted to scream. You felt that. Changbin put so much emotion into this song, more tears streamed down your face and you sighed. Then it was followed by Felix repeating it. Then another line from Changbin, “How can I ever let you go?”

“Yeah, how could you?” You whispered as you aggressively wiping your cheeks as if you were actually talking to Changbin. By the last line, it was Changbin again, he changed the first line to “I know it because I’m a fool and can’t live without you.”

You really wished he really did write it for you. You wanted him back more than anything. How could you be so stupid to yell those words that led to your breakup?

When the song was finally done, you finally turned the microphone on. “And that’s it for today’s show everyone. I feel like I was a little bit boring today, it was tiring today after all. I promise to make it up to you tomorrow!” You said through the microphone and to your surprise you actually sound stable as if you weren’t a crying mess just before. “Time check, 2:55 in the morning, may you finally sleep in peace after a whole night of soft love songs. Tune in again tomorrow—or later tonight, rather for more advices, blabbering about whatnots, and songs to play for your situations as cheesy as that sounds. This is DJ Y/N, signing off, leaving you with Day6’s I Smile. Good night, everybody.”

And just as you said, she played Day6’s I Smile and queued more songs that are enough until the next program which would be at 8 am. You turned the microphone off, removing the headphones off your head as you neatly placed it to where it belongs. You went out of the studio room, the radio producer smiling at you. You closed the door behind as you went to pick your bag and coat. “I’ll see you tonight.” You said to her and she smiles.

“You did great today, just like always.” She said with a smile and you bowed, thanking her for the compliment. “Stay safe, take care driving.”

“Yes, stay safe, too.” You said as you waved bye to her. You exited the building of your radio station, going to the parking lot, ready to go home. You climbed in, starting the engine on as you decided to listen to the songs you’ve queued. The drive home was peaceful. City lights and soft music as you drive at the middle of the night; just your aesthetic, this was what you used to do with Changbin. Yes, Changbin was still at the back your head. You really wanted to know if it was for you. But other than that, you wanted to know how is he doing. Did he go through the same as you did? Was he better now? How is he? Did he find another person to finally replace you?

As you arrived home, a soft sigh escapes your lips. Why were you thinking about Changbin again? Oh, because that’s what you always think of every night. Can he sleep peacefully every night unlike you? Can he move around without thinking about you? Does he listen to your program every night?

Anyway, you got off your car with your coat and bag as you arrived in front of your house. Head down as you fiddled with your keys, walking up to your doorstep. You sigh. You were tired, but you were not sleepy. You have this tendency to be a bit clumsy when tired. So, as you were walking to your doorstep, you dropped your keys. You sigh loudly, bending down, sitting on the back of your legs to pick it up.

But someone has beat you to it.

You looked at the shoes in front of you, freezing. His scent finally filled your nostrils, his hand that was holding your keys out for you, the oversized black hoodie. You’d know those anywhere, everywhere. You bit your lip, looking up at the person to confirm if it really was him. And it was. You don’t need any confirmation to know it was him. Just his scent alone was enough to prove that it was him.

You shakily grabbed your keys, standing up as you look into his eyes.

Was it really him? Or did everything got into your head that it led you into imagining things?

He breathed out as if he was nervous, then he spoke, stuttering, “H-Hi.”

It really is him. It’s Changbin.

“What are you doing here?” You mumbled, not being able to properly process what’s happening. Why is he here? Is he here to get the shirt he forgot to take with him? Psh.

Changbin clears his throat, looking at the ground then up to you. “The DJ in the radio said, I..” Changbin trails off as he tries to find the right words. “I should tell you how I really feel about you, and.. I..” Changbin trails off once more, being really nervous as he avoids your eyes.

Woah, wait.

Your eyes widen as you look at Changbin. “That user was you?”

Changbin looks up, nodding as he says nothing. You bit your lip, but a soft chuckle escapes your lips. That’s why you keep on gravitating towards the user. Seriously, how does the universe does that? You looked at Changbin who was looking down as he breathed out, trying to find the courage to speak up to you.

“Fuck it.” Changbin whispers to himself then turns to look in your eyes. Then he started to speak, “Firstly, I’m sorry for taking all the stress out to you every night when we were still together. It was really shitty of me to do that. I’m sorry I wasted the chance you gave me. I’m sorry for taking you for granted. I’m sorry for failing your expectations on me. I’m sorry I never became the man who you wanted. I’m just.. sorry for being shitty at showing you how much you mean to me. You should have someone who would love you the way the universe wants you to be loved—the way you deserve.

“I’m in a very big risk right now—we are in a big risk right now. Anyone could be somewhere here, take pictures of us and expose us, but I don’t care. But if ever we get into trouble because of it, I will protect you even if I’m at risk. I just want to let you know what I’ve been hiding for the past two months. It was eating me up. I was just happy on making you smile through the memes I send, through the little messages I sent, but I craved for more, Y/N. I want you back.

“I was in love with you. We were happy but we suddenly drifted apart because of me and my stupid pride. I knew better than that, but still I picked a fight with you almost every night when all you did was try to calm my nerves. I shouldn’t have let it get that far for you to yell those words. Up until now, Y/N, I’m still in love with you. You’re always here. You’re a part of me, Y/N. Every minute of every hour, you’re all that I think about. It bothers me to think that what if you already found someone else. Every time you giggle through the radio because of my messages, I regret my actions of letting you go just like that even more. I love you, Y/N. I still do.”

Changbin finishes with nervousness swimming in his eyes as he looked at you, but you only blankly stared at him. He knows that look. You’re not interested anymore, he thinks, but he was so wrong. He’s the only thing you wanted, nothing else.

“Before anything else, I know you haven’t been listening to our songs, considering you never played any of our songs despite a lot has requested and it’s impossible for you not to see it. But what I’m trying to say is, the song I requested was written for you.” Changbin says as he nods as if he was approving into his words, thinking he said the right words. He looks at you, who still blankly looked at him. “You.. can hit me now.”

“I can’t believe it was you.” You mumbled as you looked down, then to your side—everywhere but Changbin. Changbin chuckles nervously.

“I thought you were going to find out since I put my initials at the end.” Changbin said. Right. The ‘scb’ in the end. You were a bit oblivious to things. Okay, you just didn’t want to get your hopes high.

“How’d you know I have a radio program every night?” You asked as you look at him.

Changbin shrugs, looking at the ground. “Stress was getting into me, so I went out to get a bit of fresh air. Drove into the city in the middle of the night, around 1 in the morning, just like we used to. I turned the radio on and then I Loved You by Day6 was playing. I decided to stay on that station for a bit because it was one of your favorites. And then, I heard your voice.” Changbin explains. He looks at you, biting his lower lip, then he softly adds. “You know I know your voice anywhere—everywhere.”

You lick your lips, looking at the side. You shake your head lightly as you feel tears pool in your eyes. “I hate you.” You mumbled, just as the tears have cascaded down your face. Changbin looks at you, lowering his head as if he was ashamed.

“I know.” Changbin mumbles back.

“I hate you for making me love you so much. Why is it so much easier to love you than hating you? Up until now, it still feels like the first day when we broke up.” You said, wiping your tears off. Changbin holds himself from reaching out to pull you in his arms.

“I’m sorry for hurting you.” Changbin apologizes and he looks into your eyes. “I’d do anything for you to forgive me, I really will.”

You cock your head to the side lightly, raising an eyebrow. “Anything?” You repeated, asking with emphasis. Changbin nods as he looks at the ground, not being able to say anything knowing where would this lead to. He can seriously imagine you saying ‘Never show up to me ever again.’ He was so scared, but if it would make you happy, he’ll do it.

“Stay with me.”

Changbin’s head snaps up, eyes looking into your tear-filled ones. Stay with you? Didn’t you hate him? “Objections? Hey, let me tell you, I got this job because I didn’t want to dwell into stressing myself because I can’t sleep. So I said, why make a job out of it. You know why I can’t sleep?” You said and Changbin shakes his head. “Because I can only properly sleep with you beside me. You owe me two months of peaceful sleep!” You pouted as you told Changbin these things. Changbin couldn’t help but chuckle, smiling at how you suddenly turned cute. “Stay with me, Changbin. Please.”

Changbin cautiously takes a step, and when you don’t take a step back, he takes this a sign that he can pull you in his arms for a hug. So, he did. Changbin wrap his arms around your shoulders as you wrap your own around his torso. You laugh lightly through your sniffles, finally feeling complete after two months. Changbin kisses your temple, keeping his lips there as you tighten your grip on him.

“Every night, if you want.” Changbin mumbles.

After two months, you finally slept properly and peacefully again. When you woke up, Changbin was already awake, playing with your hair with a wide smile on his face, giving you a kiss on your nose, forehead, cheeks and finally on your lips. You two were back and you were sure that you two are stronger this time. The universe really does have a funny way to make things right again. And as you are working, talking about the most random things, your eyes shift outside the studio where the waiting room is, you see Changbin watching you with a smile on his face. He gives you a wink, lightly raising his fist, mouthing, “Fighting! I love you.”

“A great person just told me that you deserve to be loved the way the universe wants you to be, so don’t rush into anything, the right person is just there.” You said through the microphone with a wide smile.

You mouthed back, “I love you, too.”

sksks when changbin sang that did you feel that? i cant relate and i felt that.

#stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids oneshot #stray kids drabbles #stray kids blurbs #stray kids fluff #stray kids angst #stray kids x reader #changbin imagines #changbin scenarios #changbin blurbs #changbin oneshot #changbin drabbles #changbin fluff #changbin angst #changbin x reader #rain's work

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lia-jones · 4 years

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Growing Pains - Chapter Four - My Office. NOW.

I arrived at LFG the next day at 8 am, way before everybody else did. I went to the CEO’s office and left an envelope on top of his desk, with my resignation letter inside.

I brewed some coffee, and grabbing a cup for myself, I sat on my laptop and worked on the pending things I had to do for the week. Whoever would take my work, would have no problem picking up the pace if I left things organized.

I was so absorbed in my task I didn’t even notice all the other people coming in. I also didn’t notice Victor’s arrival, so it came as a surprise to see Victor’s message on the company communication channel.

My office. NOW.

I knocked on the glass door and heard a dry “come in”. Victor was sitting at his desk, my resignation letter in his hand.

“You called?” I said, my voice emotionless.

“Explain this.” His tone was severe, angry even, as he threw the letter on the desk with contempt.

“Not much to explain, it’s my resignation letter.” I said, my cold eyes meeting his fiery ones.

“Is it now?” His tone was of scorn. “Here’s what I think about your resignation letter.” He took the letter from the table and slowly ripped it to pieces. I was astonished, not believing my own eyes. That man had some nerve. Suddenly he got up, and although he wasn’t loud or aggressive, I was startled all the same. I could hear my heartbeat in my eardrums.

“Tomorrow morning a car will be picking you up at 6:30 in the morning. You will be ready for it at 6: 29, so you won’t cause any delays. You’ll pack a bag for a two-day trip, including dresses for business dinners. You said you wanted to learn, here is your chance, I will teach you. Tomorrow, you’ll sit with me at the grown-ups table.” His grey eyes were menacing and icy, defying me to retort or refuse. Seeing him like this, I simply couldn’t. I just stood there and took all of his fury, unable to move a muscle. He paused for a moment, watching my reaction, and continued.

“Goldman will send you my schedule for the next two days, which you will memorize like it was your own name. You’ll also come prepared with all the information required about the companies I am going to visit, including reports on your analysis of the present reality for those companies, and what actions should be taken to protect the investments. And you will not fail or disappoint me, or I will personally make sure you will never work in finances again, here or in any other place. Understood?”

He spat the threat like it was coming from the deepest darkest pit inside him, and it fell on me like a double punch on my gut. I remained silent, knowing that I couldn’t possibly say no to him. I wasn’t pleased with the whole situation, but I wasn’t stupid enough to face the angry bear now. I had poked him, after all.

“Yes. Anything else, sir?” I said, my expression emotionless, the word sir coming out sourer than I intended.

His eye twitched, and for a nanosecond, it seemed this was as hard for him as it was for me, a glint of discomfort in his eyes. Clearly wishful thinking. He sat down and picked a file, and spoke to me while reading it. It was clearly his way to show despise.

“Yes. Later today you will have a desk placed in my office. You will be working with me closely, taking all the tasks I give you. You will be here when I arrive, and you will only leave when I tell you to leave. I will be demanding and most likely ill-tempered, but you’ll take it like an adult, since I will be teaching you everything I know. In return, I expect from you nothing less than excellence.”

I couldn’t believe this was happening, but I wouldn’t relent. I asked to be taught, didn’t I? If I played my cards right, I could profit greatly from all the knowledge he had to offer. I didn’t know if the CEO was pushing me to be better or if it was just punishment for being sassy, but I wouldn’t lose the opportunity to get my hands dirty and learn something worth the trouble.

Seeing Victor was already busy with his own work, not even caring to finish the conversation, I excused myself and went to my desk. Ted was waiting by my chair, his expression worried.

“What the hell happened? You’re pale as a ghost.” He asked, worried.

“Victor will be supervising me now. I will move to his office soon.” I said, my body feeling tired as all the tension slowly left it.

“Did he say why?”

“Not really.” I lied. “I think he wasn’t pleased with my reports.”

“Are you keeping any of my accounts? You were working on them, will Victor be supervising them too?” Ted seemed worried, maybe because he felt his efficiency was on trial as well.

“I don’t know, Ted. He’s your buddy, go ask him yourself.”

Ted didn’t lose any time. He went straight to Victor’s office. I just sat at my desk and went back to work, not minding what was happening there.

I opened my email to find I already had an email from Goldman with the schedule for the two-day trip. I printed it and put it beside me, starting to research about the companies we would be visiting.

I was so busy with my own work I didn’t notice the time pass me by, the busy energy of the company acting only as a background noise. I was startled by someone tapping me on the shoulder. It was Diane.

“Oh sweetie, I noticed you just came back from Victor’s office. You don’t look so good. We’re going to grab something to eat. Would you like to join us?” She said, smiling. Diane was a tall blonde with piercing blue eyes, and a voice so calm it could literally put you to sleep. She was one of the best workers in LFG, constantly praised by Victor but especially by Goldman, that seemed to like and respect her deeply. It was no surprise though, her heart being as big as her brains, and her attitude always positive and wise, making it extremely difficult not to like her.

I looked at the clock, it was one pm. But I still had a lot of work to cover. I was about to say no, when a man approached me.

“Hey, you’re Andrea, right? I’m Lenny. I’m here to move your things to the CEO’s office while you have lunch.” Lenny extended his hand for me to shake.

“Actually, I still have work to do…” I said, not wanting to leave my desk at all. Victor would be arriving from his lunch break soon, and I was pretty sure he would dump all kinds of tasks on me. And I still wasn’t done with what I had started in the morning.

“20 minutes, that’s all I ask. You’ll be doing me a solid, if the CEO arrives to see I still haven’t done what he asked me to, I’ll be in trouble.”

“Come with us, Andrea, we won’t take long, I have a lot to do too. You grab some lunch and relax a little, you’ll be more productive when you return.” Diane chimed in.

“20 minutes.” I turned to Lenny. “And make sure everything is working properly, I can’t lose any more time than the much I’m giving you.”

Lenny agreed and I went with Diane and some other people to this salad bar we often went to. We sat with our lunch, the others engaged in conversation, me and Diane eating silently. That is, until Diane broke the silence.

“So… Do you want to talk about what happened? Goldman was in his office when he opened your letter. He said he has never seen him so angry.”

“Well, the report presentation went incredibly sour yesterday. I thought he was going to fire me, so I quit. To save myself the humiliation. He didn’t take it too well.” I blurted out. I didn’t want to, but I needed to tell somebody.

“Went sour how?”

“Well, he called me an idiot… And I called him a bully. And he is a bully, Diane. I never had any complaints until yesterday, but I see how he treats people. Like he is the only smart person in the room. You’re close to Goldman, you know how nervous he gets. Life can’t be easy for him.” I tried to defend myself, although I knew I wasn’t very nice to Victor either.

“Ok… But he didn’t fire you. You’re moving your stuff to his office.” Diane stated, trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together.

“He’s my supervisor now and he wants me to work closely with him. Probably to make me trip and add to my humiliation.” I sighed.

“I’ve known Victor for a while now. Goldman and I have been in the company for at least 7 years working close to him. And he’s not what he seems, Andy. He gives off the cold vibe but he’s actually a very kind and honorable person. It’s hard for him to let people in, I think. Do you know how Goldman started working at LFG?”

I shook my head, giving her my undivided attention.

“He was in a very bad place when he applied. He was practically homeless, he had lost his parents recently, nobody would hire him. He applied to work as a receptionist. Victor interviewed him, for some reason.” Diane paused to sip her drink. “When Victor asked him why someone with an Economics degree was applying as a receptionist, he told him his troubles. Victor not only hired him, but he did it as his assistant. And for a while, LFG paid the rental of a small apartment so Goldman could save some money and get himself back on his feet. And Victor taught him everything he needed to know about the job, making him his right arm. Victor didn’t need to do that.”

I pondered for a moment, thinking about how he helped me with my car trouble. Although it was a very uncomfortable experience, he was nothing but a gentleman. But that man was a very different man from the man threatening me in his office.

“He seems to be two very different people.” I said, concluding the conversation, not wanting to talk about it anymore.

“Well, since you are working with him, here’s a piece of advice. Don’t let his standoffish act fool you. Give him the benefit of the doubt.”

I nodded. Maybe he wasn’t all that bad. I sure hoped so, since I would be in close vicinity for the next few months.

I ran to the office to finish my work. My desk was already set on Victor’s office. Fortunately, he was still on his lunch break, so I sat and put on my earphones, resuming my work, my focus solely on my screen, the music blocking exterior stimuli. I worked fast and furiously for a while, my mind speeding through the process, when my concentration was broken by the sight of a tie next to my screen. I could only imagine the scolding I would get if the CEO had been there for long talking to me and I didn't listen.

“Sorry for the earphones. I needed to focus. Do you need anything?” I asked him.

“Do you have your reports ready? Did you gather all the information regarding the companies?”

“Almost ready. It’ll be finished in half an hour.” I answered.

“Let’s hope the quality of your work surpasses your efficiency, which is seriously lacking. A toddler could do it in half the time.” He said, sitting down at his desk.

I sighed. Who told me to be that straightforward to the guy and call him a bully?

“Did you have lunch?” I heard his voice again.

“Yes, I took a quick break and ate.”

“Rule number one in this office: No matter how busy you are, you take a break to eat and drink.”

“Understood.”

“The last thing I need is the intern to pass out from hunger and make a fool of herself in my office.”

This was going to be hell. I could feel it. Way to go, Andrea, you missed a perfectly good opportunity to be quiet.

#Growing Pains - Series #growingpains #victor mlqc #victor x oc #mlqc #mlqc li zeyan #love and producer

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inyournightmares97 · 5 years

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Ultimatum (Part 2)

Park Jinyoung is a master negotiator. He’s used to preying on people’s weaknesses and manipulating them to get his way. So he can’t understand you; a lawyer who sees the world in black and white, as either good or bad. Conflict is inevitable.

But if the two of you can just set aside your differences, perhaps you can perform miracles together.

Word Count: 3.6k+

Warnings: Angst, office!au, enemies to lovers!au. Some language.

Part 1: In Which You Win

Part 2: In Which He Wins

Part 3: In Which the Common Enemy Appears

Part 4: In Which You Work Together

Part 5: In Which Nobody Wins (coming soon)

Part 6: In Which Everybody Wins (coming soon)

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It was like taking candy from a child.

Cruel, but easy.

“Do you know what this is, Yugyeom?” Jinyoung asked with a handsome smile. He leaned against Yugyeom’s desk gracefully, his expensive suit making the wooden table look dull in comparison. Jinyoung held a small sheaf of papers in his hand. “I just received this from IT. I think you’ll find it makes for very interesting reading.”

Yugyeom didn’t look up. You had just left the office for a meeting and he really didn’t want to deal with Park Jinyoung in your absence.

“Huh. Maybe put it down there and I’ll take a look at it when I have time,” Yugyeom muttered, trying to focus on the work he was supposed to be doing. He could feel Jinyoung’s dark eyes piercing into his skull.

“Are you sure? I think you want to read it now.”

“Not really.”

Jinyoung raised an eyebrow. “I see. You’d like me to leave it here for your boss to find when she comes back? Because I’m sure she’d be fascinated to go through your internet browsing history. There are some real gems in here.”

Yugyeom recoiled. “What?”

“The more recent ones are a delight. Let me see. ‘How to ask a girl out’ and ‘is it okay to date an intern’ and pick-up lines in Japanese. Is Hana Japanese? How ignorant of me, I never bothered to ask her. Oh! But I see if we go a couple months back then you enjoyed one particularly late night at the office alone, hmm? On 17th October at 11pm? Sounds like a wild ride. Busty brunettes-”

Yugyeom leapt to his feet and snatched the sheaf of papers, crumpling them up instantly. His cheeks and ears turned a bright red and he looked around furtively. Luckily you had stepped out for a meeting and Youngjae, the only other member of the Legal department, had gone to the cafeteria.

“Stop it. Please. Where did you even get that?” Yugyeom pleaded.

“I have friends in IT, Yugyeom,” Jinyoung explained as Yugyeom desperately ripped up the papers and tossed them into the bin under his desk. “I also have more copies of that.”

“I suppose you mean Mark Tuan. He’s not supposed to be releasing employee data like that. It’s against company policy for IT to disclose personal data to employees from other departments who don’t have clearance,” Yugyeom ranted, his brown eyes looking panicked. “It’s a breach of confidential information. So you can’t use that evidence against me because you obtained it illegally and without clearance-”

Jinyoung chuckled as he folded his arms across his chest. “Yugyeom. You poor child. You don’t understand how the world works, do you? I don’t need clearance to accidentally send this information to the rest of the office. What’s the worst that could happen to me? A formal reprimand, maybe a warning. But you… you’re going to face a lot worse.”

Yugyeom swallowed nervously. “Like what?”

Jinyoung leaned closer and lowered his voice to a whisper. “Like Hana finding out about your taste for brunettes even before you’ve asked her on a date.”

“Fuck.”

“What do you think? Does this seem like a risk you want to be taking?”

Yugyeom clenched his fists with hatred. “What do you want?”

Jinyoung grinned despicably and rolled up his sleeves.

“That’s more like it. Let’s have a negotiation, shall we? It’s what I do best, after all.”

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Yugyeom had been acting suspiciously silent all afternoon.

“Are you okay?” you asked him with a kind smile.

The young law graduate had only been working under you for a year, but his bright attitude and easy-going personality were the best things about him. Yugyeom could be clumsy and careless but he never lost his smile. Ever since you’d returned from your meeting, though, he had only been giving you one-word answers and avoiding your gaze.

“Fine,” he muttered.

“Are you sure? You’ve been pretty silent since I got back from my meeting.”

“Maybe something I ate at lunch didn’t agree with me,” he mumbled. Yugyeom’s face was white and you patted his back sympathetically. Poor kid. He’d been working hard with the big restructuring coming up soon.

“I’m leaving early today since I have to go visit my Mom. You should go home too. And drink some soup,” you suggested as you packed up your belongings. “We’ve been overworking ourselves. Nobody seems to appreciate that we’re the only thing standing between this company and a massive lawsuit.” you complained. Jinyoung’s despicable face popped up in your mind. “How dare he call our job a mere formality. That arrogant bastard.”

Yugyeom hiccuped nervously.

You smiled at him. “Here, drink some water. I’m guessing Park Jinyoung didn’t come by today?”

“W-what? No. Why? Did you see him?”

“Of course not. I was at my meeting most of the day. I assumed he’d come down here and try to bother you about the term sheet again,” you replied. It wasn’t like Jinyoung to give up easily. “I’m surprised he hasn’t done anything yet. He only has two days until his deadline. He must have some plan?”

Yugyeom forced a smile. “Maybe you scared him.”

“Maybe,” you mused. “Anyway, I’m leaving. Go home, Yugyeom. Get some rest.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

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“I need you to personally review the documents relating to the opening of our new office in Busan,” the CEO told you. “It’s important that nothing goes wrong during this restructuring. We need it to work in order to cut costs here at the Seoul office, but if we have legal problems then we could end up spending more than we save.”

You nodded, clutching the files to your chest. “Right. I understand, sir. We’ll take care of it.”

“I know I can count on you. Okay. That’s all for today, I have another meeting in a few minutes. Dismissed.”

You walked out of the CEOs office with a sigh, wondering how you had just been piled with more work than ever when you’d really wanted to take a few days off this week. Things were getting tougher. Your mind was preoccupied as you walked and you collided with a hard chest covered in an expensive suit.

“Hello there,” Jinyoung’s deep voice greeted, sounding amused as he reached out to help you straighten up. You looked into his dark eyes. The man’s hands were soft and warm on your skin, unlike his personality.

You frowned at him. “What are you doing here?”

“I have a meeting with the CEO,” he informed you smugly.

“About what?”

“None of your business. Run along and go pretend to be important elsewhere,” he told you airily.

You narrowed your eyes at him. Something wasn’t right. Park Jinyoung shouldn’t be this happy. There was a sparkle in his dark eyes and even the way the corner of his lips was curved up suggested that he knew something you didn’t.

Something smelled fishy.

“How are you so calm? I don’t understand. Your client expects to be signing the agreement tomorrow and you haven’t even got a term sheet approved,” you reminded him. You’d checked with Hana and she had confirmed that Jinyoung would be meeting with the client tomorrow afternoon. What was he going to take to them?

“You know what? I think I’ll manage.”

“Manage how?” you demanded.

“There’s no fun in me telling you that, now is there?” Jinyoung asked. He coolly ran his fingers through his hair. “Keep your schedule vacant tomorrow. I imagine the entire office will be having a party to celebrate me securing the biggest deal of the year. It would be a shame if you missed it.”

“I can’t miss a party that won’t happen,” you snapped.

“Sure, let’s see who wins this one. Spoiler alert: it’s me. It’s always me,” Jinyoung informed you with a pearly-white smile. He patted you on the head in a condescending manner that made your blood boil (how dare he: you were a fully grown woman!) and then calmly walked past you to enter the CEOs office.

What was happening?

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At 8:34 pm on Tuesday night, Kim Yugyeom burst into tears and confessed everything.

You weren't surprised, only angry. It was just like Park Jinyoung to prey on a person's weakness. He had no shame or remorse, possessed no sense of right and wrong. He didn't even have basic decency, how could you have expected better from him?

“Hey, look. It’s going to be fine,” Youngjae tried to console Yugyeom gently, handing him a tissue to wipe his face. Most of the office had already left for the day but Yugyeom’s tears were still running like a waterfall. The poor boy was terrified.

“I-it’s not fine. I’m going to be fired for having approved a term sheet that was clearly against company policy-” Yugyeom whimpered.

“Nobody has to know!” Youngjae insisted. He turned and looked at you, expecting you to reassure Yugyeom. “Nobody has to know, right? Park Jinyoung won’t say anything because his ass is on the line. There’s no reason for senior management to read the agreement thoroughly. I’m sure the CEO will just sign it since it’s such a huge deal for our company. We’ll be fine for now. It’s a seven-year contract so really, it’ll be years before anyone begins to find any problems.”

You leaned back in your chair and sighed. “Do you guys know why the company doesn’t offer sub-licensing rights as a rule?”

Youngjae blinked. “I mean, yeah-”

“It’s because the software we’re licensing out is ours. If the client is allowed to license it to other people, or sub-license, then why would anyone come to us to buy it? We’d never make sales ourselves because the client would essentially be selling our product at a cheaper rate than us. We'd lose customers, literally. Sub-licensing puts our company at a disadvantage in the long run. But Park Jinyoung doesn’t care about the long run. He doesn’t even care whether this deal will benefit the company. He just wanted the personal glory of being the first guy in Sales to secure a ten million-dollar deal.”

Yugyeom sniffled. “I’m sorry…”

You sighed and patted him on the back. You weren’t happy with Yugyeom, but the boy was already so miserable that it seemed heartless to scold him further.

“Let’s call it a day, Yugyeom. We’re going to have to listen to Park Jinyoung gloating tomorrow, so we need our rest.”

“You’re not going to tell the CEO?” he asked hopefully.

You bit your lip. Every part of you was screaming to go to the CEO now and tell him that Jinyoung’s contract grossly violated company policy, but it was too late. Yugyeom’s signature was already on the sheet. The poor boy would lose his job and you didn’t want to be directly responsible for that. You gave him a small smile.

“I’m not going to tell. But the problem might get traced back to you someday, Yugyeom. I won’t lie. I’m not sure I can save you from that.”

“I-I know.”

“How about we all go get some pizza? Let’s invite Hana too. The poor girl can never join us when Jinyoung’s around,” you said brightly, in an attempt to dissipate the dull atmosphere. “Yugyeom, why don’t you go over to Sales and let her know?”

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Park Jinyoung probably rehearsed that despicable smile of his.

You could picture it in your mind; Jinyoung standing in front of his mirror at home and practicing his pearly-white smile, checking to see which angles were most flattering. Jinyoung’s smile was made for the cameras, which was convenient because a press conference was held on Wednesday afternoon to announce that the two companies had entered into an enormous deal.

You watched in silent disgust as Jinyoung smiled handsomely for the cameras and shook hands with the senior management.

“Looks like they’re organizing a party to celebrate the deal,” Jinyoung announced loudly to Jackson as he walked past your desk later that evening, proudly carrying the small gift that the client had given him as a thank you. He was addressing his co-worker, but his dark eyes twinkled in your direction. “There’ll be lots of free booze. We’re going to need a designated driver.”

Jackson laughed. “Don’t look at me! I intend to get sloshed!”

“Oh, I’m sure someone from Legal will volunteer,” Jinyoung replied airily. “I can think of a few teetotallers in that department.”

What a prick. Like hell you would be driving his drunken ass home.

Park Jinyoung gave you a cheeky smile and hurried past. Even the sight of his shapely posterior was not enough to calm you down. How did the man wake up every morning and live with himself? He had no shame.

You paused for a few moments to visualise his head puffing up to three times its present size and then exploding into a billion tiny pieces, one for every dollar he’d made off the deal. The prospect made you feel marginally better and you were able to get back to work.

You’d get your revenge.

Although maybe not quite yet.

“Are you all coming to the party tonight?” Hana asked hopefully, when she stopped by the Legal area on her return journey from getting Jackson coffee. Her question was addressed to all three of you but her gaze was on Yugyeom. He had been miserable all morning. His shoulders were slumped as he shuffled through some documents half-heartedly.

“Of course we’re coming,” you told her.

Yugyeom blinked. “Actually-”

“We’re coming. We did some work on that deal too, we deserve to be there,” you replied. You gave Yugyeom a firm look. “You’re not going to avoid it. If nothing else, at least enjoy the free drinks. Why would you refuse when the company is paying?”

“Right…” Yugyeom mumbled.

“Can I come with you guys?” Hana asked shyly. “I don’t really want to go with the rest of the Sales team. Mr. Park is being offered a promotion, and it’s all he can talk about. I’m getting kind of tired of congratulating him on it whenever he brings it up.”

You flinched. “A promotion? Jinyoung?”

“Well… it’s not a promotion exactly. But since he’s such a good negotiator, the CEO wants him to help the Finance team make pitches to potential investors for our company. I guess that’s a step up from Sales, right?” she asked.

Holy shit. They're sending him to our investors now? That was no small matter. Being in charge of finding clients was one thing, but to let Jinyoung talk to the company’s investors was pretty much the highest recognition they could have given him.

No wonder he had looked so pleased.

"Of course you can come with us," you told her kindly, trying not to let your bitterness show. "I'm sure you need a break from all that toxicity up in Sales. We'll meet you after work, I think the restaurant they booked is within walking distance from here."

"Thanks!" Hana said brightly. "I'll see you!"

None of you were in a mood to celebrate Park Jinyoung's 'contributions' to the company but you decided that you would go. Hopefully a couple of drinks and some time spent with Hana would cheer Yugyeom up. Park Jinyoung could only be in one place at a time, so it should be easy to avoid him, right?

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It wasn't.

Park Jinyoung seemed to actively follow you around the party. Youngjae left to hang out with his friends in IT and after the first half hour, Yugyeom and Hana found a private spot on a couch to chat with their cocktails. They looked cozy and you didn't want to disturb them, so you just stuck to the walls and smiled at people politely.

Maybe you needed more friends.

Then again, you’d never been one for socializing at work. You worked well with your team, sure, but you didn’t know much about their personal lives. And you didn’t spend hours in the cafeteria chatting with people from other departments. You had a pleasant working relationship with most people but you didn’t have any friends in this company.

Oh well.

You’d rather be alone than manipulate people the way Jinyoung did.

You were just beginning to wonder if you could make an excuse to go home when you spotted a familiar smirk in the crowd. Park Jinyoung made his way over to you, a glass of whisky in one hand. He looked incredibly attractive. He’d unbuttoned the first two buttons on his shirt and his suit jacket was missing. Jinyoung’s hair was messy, and his skin flushed from the alcohol.

“Well,” he greeted you with a smirk. “You must be the only person in the room who hasn’t congratulated me tonight. Even Yugyeom did it, although he squeezed my hand a little harder than he should have. I think you’re rubbing off on him.”

You said nothing, merely glared.

“Oooooh, the stink eye. How terrifying,” he replied sarcastically. “Fine, don’t congratulate me. Oh! But would you mind driving me and Jackson home tonight? Everyone’s getting drunk and we can’t seem to find a ride. You don’t drink much at these kind of parties, do you?”

You held a hand out to stop a passing waiter and took two shots of hard liquor from him, one in each hand. Without breaking eye contact with Jinyoung you drank both of them in a single gulp and then set them down on the counter. Your head spun; but Jinyoung’s jaw fell slack and that was enough for you.

“Ah, I see. You are drinking then.”

“Surprising,” you replied with a sneer, “that the man who can negotiate a ten million-dollar deal is too cheap to just take a cab home.”

Jinyoung scoffed. “Cheap? Me?”

“Oh, am I wrong?”

“You are, as a matter of fact,” he replied. The corner of his lips turned up. “I’ll prove it to you. Let me buy you a drink right now. Choose anything you want from the bar. Not the free drinks they’re handing out for our party, but the expensive stuff on the menu.”

“I wouldn’t touch a drink you bought me with a ten-foot pole,” you snapped.

Jinyoung put a hand on his chest, looking offended. “What? What kind of a man do you think I am?”

“The kind who blackmails an innocent kid with his internet search history into signing a contract that he could be fired for having approved. Do you not think about the consequences of your actions, Park Jinyoung? Do you just go about the world doing whatever you please for your own benefit?”

Jinyoung’s eyes narrowed. “Of course. Who else do my actions need to benefit?”

“Unbelievable.”

“What?” he demanded. “Nobody’s ever done anything for me. I’ve gotten everything in this world through my own hard work. You think I haven’t been stepped on or cheated? Go ahead. Worship your laws and your ethics and your fucking company policy all you want. Those things have never helped anyone. We’re all responsible for taking care of our own asses, and no rulebook can change that.”

“You’re selfish and disgusting.”

“I’m happy.”

“Are you really? How do you live with yourself? It’s lonely at the top, Park Jinyoung.”

Jinyoung scoffed. His eyes looked around the room proudly. “Lonely? This party is being celebrated for my achievements. I’ve been congratulated by every single person here. I’m getting a raise and I’m about to be promoted. Do I look lonely? You’re the one who doesn’t have any friends here. All you do is act like a teacher’s pet and preach your moral superiority. It’s annoying.”

You flinched. “What?”

“It’s true, isn’t it? Nobody likes a goody-two-shoes. This isn’t primary school. There are no prizes for following the rules. Grow up.”

“I cannot believe your nerve.”

“No, you just can’t believe that your stupid company policy was wrong and that I found a better way to handle things on my own.”

“On your own? You blackmailed a kid! He could lose his job! And why? To secure that precious ten million-dollar deal? That deal is going to hurt the company in the long run and you knew it from the start! Not a single person benefits from this entire manipulative mess except for you!” you snapped.

Jinyoung blinked. “Then go tell on me.”

“Excuse me?”

“Go on, teacher’s pet. Be a tattletale. Go tell the CEO. I’ll lose my job. Yugyeom will lose his job. And your precious company will be saved from the big, bad sublicensing term. I dare you to do it,” he challenged you.

Your fists clenched. For a moment, you pictured yourself punching Park Jinyoung in the face, or throwing a martini onto his expensive shirt. How dare he create a problem and challenge you to fix it? How dare he pretend that he was right after his childish and selfish behaviour? You stared at him in disgust.

“I hate you,” you snapped.

Jinyoung smirked. “Are you sure? Or do you maybe just hate yourself? Because you’re so proud of always following the company policy and being a stickler for the rules but you can’t even bring yourself to tell the truth. You can fool yourself that you’re better than me all you want. But you’re complicit in this whole deal.”

“Fuck you.”

He chuckled. “What?”

“Fuck. You, Park Jinyoung,” you hissed as you turned to leave. “I can’t even look at you.”

“Are you sure?” Jinyoung called after you with a delighted laugh, as you hurried away. If you stayed then you would surely hit him, and you didn’t want to do that. “Because there’s a rumour around work that you can’t stop looking at my butt!”

You turned back to stare at him in disbelief. What?

Jinyoung simply grinned. His dark eyes were twinkling mischievously and he lifted the hand carrying his drink to show off his forearm below his rolled-up sleeves. Jinyoung’s dark hair fell into his eyes, and there was something extremely kissable about those plump lips of his as he mouthed the words that made your blood boil.

I win.

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Not Lydia 2.0 | Jackson is tired of keeping his relationship with Stiles a secret and wants to do something about it.

DAY 2 @jacksonwhittemoreweek | Stiles/Jackson | AO3

Stiles's room is usually a mess, so their clothes all over the floor kind of look like they belong there. The faint light from the small lamp on the nightstand illuminates their naked bodies, only partially covered by a sheet.

Stiles is smiling in the afterglow, his head resting on Jackson's chest as Jackson runs his fingers lazily through his hair. It turns out that Jackson's skin on his cheek and his heartbeat under his ear is one of his new favorite positions. Besides, the massage on his scalp feels good as hell; he's so relaxed he's sure he'll fall asleep soon.

"You know, I've been thinking about it..." Jackson breaks the silence.

Stiles hears him but doesn't open his eyes or bother to answer. He'd rather sleep than talk right now.

"I think we should tell them."

That certainly catches Stiles's attention, and he feels even less like talking.

"I know you heard me, say something."

When Stiles doesn't answer or gives any indication that he heard him, Jackson carefully holds Stiles's head up so that he can keep eye contact.

"I don't want to argue." Stiles moves away, lying on his side, left elbow on the bed and chin on his left hand. "Today was perfect." He rests his other hand on Jackson's chest, not feeling like losing contact yet.

"And you think I do?"

"It seems like it." If it sounds a little childish, he couldn't care less.

"Well, I don't. But it's been five months and I'm getting tired of this whole..." Jackson hesitates as he tries to find the best way to describe it.

"Secrecy," he finally says. "Why aren't you? I don't get it," Jackson adds, frowning.

Stiles licks his lips, unsure what to say since he doesn't want to make Jackson mad.

"I just don't see why it's such a big deal. Things are great now." He caresses Jackson's chest with his fingers distractedly. "You just don't wanna shower so often..."

Stiles frowns, "has anybody told you anything?"

"No, they haven't but I'm tired as hell. It's not easy hiding it from them, you know that, especially Derek. And yeah, the way he looks at me sometimes... I think he suspects something. He thinks I'm fucking Isaac for all I know."

Stiles snorts and can't stop the grin that spreads across his face. "You two have been spending a lot of time together lately..."

"I'm helping him with Spanish and history. I deserve a medal or something."

"I know..." Stiles nods. "I'll get you one, I promise." Stiles smiles, amused.

"So anyway, last month you said it was too soon. Let’s wait a month, you said, and if things are still good, we'll tell them. You remember that?"

"I do," Stiles says quietly.

"Good. Well, like you said, things are great now, so why not?" Jackson raises his eyebrows.

"I just don't feel like changing anything." And if it sounds immature, or whatever, he doesn't care at all.

Jackson snorts, shakes his head and mirrors Stiles's position on the bed to look at him.

"Sorry to tell you this, but you're a little late for that," he says, irony evident in his voice. "Everything has fucking changed already. This," Jackson waves his left hand between them, "is just one more thing. Besides, just imagine what being my boyfriend can do for your social life..."

"Oh yeah," Stiles says rolling his eyes dramatically, "how could I forget... you're still the co-captain of the lacrosse team."

"Damn right I am… and don't you ever forget it, Stilinski," Jackson smirks.

"Shut up," Stiles says, playfully hitting Jackson on the shoulder with his right hand.

"Okay, so," Stiles continues, "if you think that... if you wanted to tell them... then, why did you agree with me a month ago?" Because nothing has really changed since then.

"I agreed because believe it or not I'm not stupid." Jackson sighs, "I know what it means. It's not like dating Lydia."

Simple, easy, expected in many ways... Stiles understands it perfectly.

"And you're not Lydia 2.0."

A smirk tweaks the corner of Stiles' mouth, easing into a smile as Jackson continues.

"I'm also coming out to my parents, if you didn't notice... which at this point is not really a problem because nothing could top having told them I'm a wolf, but if I was doing it I wanted to be sure that we had something, y'know? Something real... and now I'm sure."

It's moments like this when Stiles can feel the change more than ever. The difference between this Jackson and the one he used to know. The honesty in his voice and his eyes touches his heart and leaves him speechless for a minute.

"I'm sure too. That's not... that's not the problem."

"Then what?" Jackson raises his eyebrows again.

"I'm not sure how Scott and everybody else is going to react." Somehow, it didn't sound so weak before he said it aloud.

"You mean your father." It is clearly a statement, not a question.

"Well, yeah." It's not like he can try lying to Jackson anyway. "He's not your biggest fan. He knows what you are and after everything that happened, he still thinks that somehow it was your fault that we got kidnapped. He thinks that if I had been with Derek or Scott, they could have fought them and prevented it." Stiles shakes his head, "he's not gonna like it... he might even send me back to Eichen House..." Stiles smirks, even if he tries to hide it.

"I don't care what he thinks. He can hate me all he wants," Jackson says firmly. "Besides, you're his only son... obviously he's gonna be on protective mode. Oh, and let's not forget the restraining order... he's gonna hold that against me forever," Jackson says, chuckling. "Seriously, if I don't care what he thinks, then you shouldn't either. Who knows? Maybe with time he'll come around.”

"I wouldn't bet on it."

"Then we agree? Should we tell them tomorrow?"

Stiles knows Jackson has proposed that day because Sunday is pack meeting day.

"Yeah, okay. Tomorrow it is."

Next thing he knows, Stiles is being pushed on his back with superhuman strength and Jackson's body is covering his, his legs being pushed apart so that Jackson can fit between them. Jackson holds his left hand, intertwining their fingers against the mattress while he grabs and pulls Stiles's hair lightly with his other hand.

Suddenly, worrying about his father and everybody else can wait. Besides, they've made the decision together, and Jackson is right. It is time.

As much as he loves sex, kissing Jackson tops everything else. Whenever Jackson is in control, it's forceful and gentle at the same time. Jackson bites Stiles's bottom lip and he feels instantly relaxed and boneless. Stiles makes an unintelligible sound as Jackson slides his teeth along Stiles's jaw. Stiles tilts his head to the side and then Jackson's mouth is on his neck, attacking the skin with his lips, his teeth and tongue. If anything, at least telling people will allow Jackson to give him a hickey whenever he wants, wherever he wants, and Stiles won't complain about it.

Precisely in that moment, somebody rings the doorbell, but Jackson doesn't stop, he's too focused on bruising his neck masterfully, and Stiles thinks that whoever is at the door will leave, but he's obviously wrong because thirty seconds later it is clear that whoever is at the door has no intention to leave.

"Jackson, stop." Stiles grabs Jackson's hair, trying to make him obey. "The door."

Jackson stops but doesn't move away, simply lifts his head to look at Stiles.

"You don't expect me to open it, right?" Jackson asks, tone full of disbelief.

"Fuck!" Stiles suddenly remembers who might be at the porch. "What time is it?"

Jackson simply groans and moves aside, lying next to Stiles.

Stiles grabs his phone where he reads 8:33 pm and everything comes back to him.

"Shit! It's Scott! He was coming over! We changed the day last week... God, I totally forgot, I'm sorry!" Stiles says as he gets up and starts to look for his clothes to put them on.

"Come on! You have to leave!" Stiles says, waving his arms.

"You have to be kidding me!" Jackson says as he gets up and starts to get dressed as well.

"Shut up! He can fucking hear you!"

"You too, jackass," Jackson says in a lower voice just as the doorbell rings again.

Just then there's another sound. A sound which becomes louder and louder as it continues. For a minute Stiles is confused, as he's not sure if it's the doorbell of his house or something else, but just a few seconds later as he opens his eyes it becomes clear that it's not the doorbell. It's the alarm clock of his phone.

Still half asleep, he grabs the phone and stops the alarm.

He sees a 7:50 am over Daniel's smiling face.

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jazzman-19-blog · 5 years

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Crazy Little Thing Called Life

*Yes I know it’s not a gif, but just keep this picture in mind since he wears this outfit in this chapter when they gO oUt*

A/N: So, this is chapter six, wow. I said I was going to post this chapter on Tuesday but I got lazy and decided to wait until now. My friend/editor, wasn’t able to help me edit this one so there might be some mistakes I missed. Oops I guess. Also it’s like 11 pm here so i’m tired. ugh. but I hope you guys enjoy this chapter!! Bye for now! :]

~with lots of love, Jazzman~

Summary: A road trip/vacation between two old friends turn into something more(basic plot but whateva)

Song: Senorita by Shawn Mendes and Camila Cabello

Pairing: Ben x Reader

Word Count: 5032

Warnings: Language, mentions of underage drinking and alcohol, horrible writing skillsss

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Ch. 6: So Fine Red Wine

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It was SUPPOSED to be a small nap that was SUPPOSED to last an hour or two. But nope, you and Ben ended up sleeping in until five. Ben this time, was the first to wake up, he had looked over to the clock on his phone and realized how long both of you slept in. He wanted the two of you to go out and have some fun tonight now that you both were old enough to. Ben was old enough to drink but you, you weren’t allowed to drink since you were only eighteen.

Ben stumbled off the bed to the bathroom, he didn’t wake you because he wanted to get in the shower before since you always took forever when you got in first. He didn't know if it was to just piss him off or if you actually took that long. Either way, he quickly took a shower and quickly got back out. He didn't want it to be too late when you guys go out.

When Ben walked out of the bathroom, all he had was his towel around his waist. His hair was still damp and hanging in front of his face. He decided to walk over to your side of the bed and wake you up. At first you didn’t want to get up and you threw your arm over your eyes to try and cover your face. Ben was not having it today with you. He scooped you up bridal style and threw you back on the bed again. He thought that maybe this would wake you up enough to get you going. And it did, just a little bit though. You groaned at the sudden awakening and accidentally rolled off the other end of the bed. With a loud thud, you just laid on the floor in pain from the sudden drop.

Ben waltzed over to his closet that was directly in front of you and closed the door. You laid face flat on the floor until Ben peeked his head out and said “Y/n, go get in the shower. We’re gonna leave in an hour or two, love.” After he said that, he closed the door and resumed getting dressed.

“Why? Where are we going?” You stumbled up and off the floor until you held onto Ben’s bed side counter for support. You made your way into the bathroom and closed the door. Ben came out of the closet in some basketball shorts and a t-shirt since he wanted to get dressed later.

“We’re going to go out and it’s a surprise!” Ben said from outside of the bathroom door. The hot water against your skin was just enough to get you to start going and process everything. Where was Ben taking you exactly? You mind started to wander until you forgot that you had to hurry. You finished taking a shower and instead of going out through Ben’s bathroom door, you went through yours and into your room. You knew you didn’t have to leave until an hour or so, so you throw on some booty shorts and a tank top for now. You walk into Ben’s room through the bathroom once again and flop back onto his bed next to where he was sitting.

“Shouldn’t you be sleeping in your own bed?” Ben asked as he turned his head over to look at you.

“Stop questioning my every move, Mr. Jones” You sat back up next to him on the edge of the bed. “Plus, where are you taking me? Are you gonna kidnap me?”

“No, I’m not kidnapping you, sweetheart! I’m just taking you to have some fun and to loosen up a bit.”

“Soooooooooo, what exactly is your plan?” You eyed him very carefully. Wondering what exactly was going on in that mind of his.

“You’ll find out later, just wear something nice.”

“When you mean nice, do you mean formal nice or slutty nice? ‘Cause I can do both.”

“Well, go with slutty nice.” Ben said as he wiggled his eyebrows. “We’re going out on the town, not to the Oscars.”

“You will one day Benny Boy. Your acting skills will take you somewhere!” Ben was amazing at acting. He would practice lines with you for plays in school and he took drama. Ben really could places with a career in acting.

“WE will someday, you will be my little tag-a-long partner.” Damn, Ben just friendzoned you into the future. You weren’t going to be his date, no, his little tag-a-long partner. You weren’t going to lie and say that didn’t hurt a little. At least he sees you in his future. Maybe you were over exaggerating a little bit.

“Sorry Benny Boy but I’m trying to settle down with a family. I’m not going to be partying all my life.” The expression in Ben’s face shifted for a second. You couldn’t make it out what is was. His expression went dull until he plastered on a fake smile.

“Of course, I want to but I can still go to award ceremonies now and then.” Ben started to fiddle with his thumbs. You didn’t mean to upset him. You didn’t even know he was upset, he was just emotionless, really. You leaned over Ben to grab his phone and checked the time. It was already 6:30 and you wanted to have enough time to get ready.

“Well, I’m gonna start getting ready. What time do you want to leave by Ben?” You asked as you stood up from the bed.

“We’ll leave around 7:30 or 8,” Ben said as he looked over to you, you were about to head over to your room before Ben called for you. “Hey Y/n?”

You turned around to face him. “Yes Ben?”

He tried to force the question out of his mouth but nothing came out. He couldn’t get the courage to ask you. “Nevermind.”

You turned back around and walked into your room to find a dress for the night. Ben closed his door and fell back onto his bed with a huff. Will he ever be able to ask? Probably not.

Once you got back into your room, you had to decide on a dress for the night. Maybe Ben was going to take you to your first club, or maybe a party. You don’t know so you go through your late night/club dresses. These are usually the type of dresses you wouldn’t wear to something formal. You went through them until you found it. The pearly white, silk dress you had recently just bought. You thought it would be nice enough for tonight at the least. You put it on your bed for now while you try to decide on what shoes would go with it. Which you ended up picking these white stiletto heels that you’ve never worn before. Now all you had to do was get dressed, you wanted to do your hair and makeup after.

After slipping on the dress, you stood in front of your dresser and used the mirror on top to do your makeup. Which didn’t take that long to your surprise. You checked your phone and realized it was already 7:30, you didn’t have time to curl your hair, so instead you just fluffed it out and kept it down. You grabbed your purse, finally put on the heels and walked over to Ben’s room, you knocked on the door.

“I’ll be out in a second!” Ben yelled back from behind the closed door. Instead of waiting for him, you made your way downstairs and into the kitchen. Your uncle must have some booze in here somewhere. You searched through the cabinets but couldn’t find any. Maybe your Uncle was really an old man now and didn’t drink alcohol anymore. What you didn’t notice was Ben coming down the stairs as you raided the kitchen. You huffed in frustration, you knew damn well you wouldn’t be getting alcohol tonight unless Ben bought you some and even then that was an obstacle.

“Didn’t find what you were looking for sweetheart?” You jumped at Ben’s low and husky sudden voice coming from behind you.

“Nope. You ready?” You said hastily as you turned around and grabbed your phone from the counter. As you did that, your eyes got caught on Ben. He looked amazing, he had a white shirt with a jet black jacket to cover it and some jeans. How did he look so goddamn good in everything?

“Yeah, I’m ready. Let’s go.” He said as he dangled the keys and headed over to the front door. You followed quickly behind him but these heels were making it ten times more difficult than it had to be. You closed the door behind you and made your way to the car. Now was the difficult part, climbing into the truck. You weren’t going to stress about it too much, so you just took off both heels and climbed in bare foot. Ben turned over to you and laughed as you climbed in.

“I would like to see you walk in heels, Benny Boy.” You huffed as he started up the car.

“We both know how bad that would be, love.” He said as he backed out onto the street. And then you both were off to who knows where…

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You were right, Ben was taking you to a club. It was packed with people but luckily Ben could easily make his way through the crowd with you holding onto his hand for dear life. You knew if you let go, you would never be able to find him again. He finally stopped at a booth in the back corner of the room. It looked like it would usually be used for more people or a group of friends but whatever. All of the neon lights were slowly but surely getting to you and the air was stuffy from all of the people in the nightclub. It was scary for you and you would never forget this night. Everybody was sweaty from all of the body heat and the dancing. Fuck, you were even sweating too and when you glanced over at Ben, he seemed totally chilled. And of course you have to remember that Ben has gone to a club before since he’s well over eighteen. Ben catches you staring at him from the corner of his eye. He could tell you were tense.

“Hey, how about we go and dance for a bit?” He said as he grabbed your hand from across the table. You nodded and headed to the dance floor with him. Dancing in heels wasn’t easy but you made it work and sure, your dress was a bit short but who cares! Tonight was going to be a fun night. The nightclub that you were at didn’t play any of the classic rock or oldies that you listened to but they did play some really good songs that you liked. Like the one that was playing now.

I love it when you call me senorita

I wish I could pretend I didn’t need ya

But every touch is ooh la la la

It’s true, la la la

Ooh, I should be running

Ooh, you keep me coming for you

Throughout the whole song, it was just you and Ben, nobody else in the room mattered. Dancing your hearts out with each other, grind up against each other, neither one of you were even a tad bit tipsy yet and here you were dancing like crazy. This lasted for a good while until your feet started to hurt and you made your way back to the table and took off the white heels. Your feet were so sore from all of the movement, it hurt like a bitch. It’s been a while since the last time you wore heels. Ben finally made his way back to the table once he realized you were gone. He was dying of thirst and sweating like a maniac. He didn’t want this night to ever be over and neither did you.

“I’m gonna go get us something to drink, love.” He says as he stands up. “Don’t go anywhere with anyone, especially a guy.”

“Okay.” You didn’t argue with Ben because you didn’t want to get lost with some stranger in the club. You wouldn’t know what to do or where to go anyways. You pull out your phone and decide to go through your feed until Ben got back which was taking forever. You didn’t know if Ben was going to bring you back alcohol or something plain like water. But someone beat him to it.

“Hey girly. What you doing here all alone?” The guy was heavily drunk and you could tell from the heavy smell of alcohol on his breath.

“Just waiting for a friend to get back.” You told him back, not making eye contact. He seemed to have gotten closer than he was before.

“Well, my friends decided to leave me hanging around here and I was wondering if you would want to get something to drink, you know?” He said as he put out his hand for you to grab which you obviously didn’t.

“No, actually I’m good, but thanks for the offer.” You turned your head back down to phone. Not realizing that the guy’s face turn red in embarrassment. Or anger.

“Fine then bitch. Be that way.” He said as he walked away back to his group of friends who had “left” him. You weren’t even being rude and he took it the wrong way. You shrugged it off until Ben plopped back down in the booth on the other side of the table.

“Hey love? You alright? Saw that wanker come over here.” Ben handed you your drink which was just a plain ol’ beer just like Ben’s.

“I’m fine, he just got mad when I turned him down on an offer to get something to drink. Can you believe he called me a bitch? Unbelievable!” You weren’t really angry at the guy, maybe you came off a bit rude but he didn’t need to act like a big baby. You took your first sip of your drink and of course, you felt that sudden burn in the back of your throat but after a while you get used to it. When you had your first drink of alcohol, ever, you almost gagged at the sensation. You hated it at first but got used to it and liked the taste of it.

“Bloody twat.” Ben said under his breath as he looked over to the guy across the room. But of course you heard it anyways. But you didn’t care, it’s not like Ben would just get up and go fight somebody. You were usually the hot headed one, so it took you a lot of guts to not punch the guy right in the nose.

You had gotten suspended once during sophomore year for getting into a fight with a junior, but you had a good reason. She had just came up out of nowhere and started being a bitch. So you had to put her in her place and you beat the shit out of her. Luckily, she never bothered you again. Nobody ever did.

“Well Benny Boy, how long do you plan on staying here for? And what exactly do you do at clubs?” You honestly were curious since you had no idea.

“Usually it’s more fun with more friends and we just hang out, talk, and fuck around for a bit.” He said as he made a hand gesture to the basically empty booth. He has a point though, it would be more fun if your friends from school would’ve came with.

“Well then, I guess we just gotta make some new friends!” You really do want to make more friends but Ben was always the more quiet one and liked to keep his personal business between himself and you. Unlike him, you were outgoing and talked A LOT, you were the extrovert of the group. You missed your big group of friends but Ben was all you needed to survive.

“Maybe another time though. I kinda wanna go home and relax love.” And you nodded in agreement, you didn’t need to make friends right this second but it will happen soon. You were determined. He got up and out of the booth to help you out. He knew those heels were a pain in the ass for you. He lend you a hand out of the booth and back through the club. When you reached the parking lot, you took off your heels and sprinted towards the truck, you almost ran into it from how fast you were going. Ben unlocked the car and you instantly open the door and hopped in with ease. Even though you were tired as hell from dancing, you were somewhat wide awake. Ben climbed into the driver's seat and put his head against the steering wheel. He let out a sigh of breath.

“You alright Ben?”

“Just tired Y/n.” He lifted his head up and gave you a warm smile as he started up the car.

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You both ended up racing each other into the house and up to Ben’s room. He won by merely a second because you tripped over one stair step and tripped causing him to get the lead. When he stopped in his room, he headed for his closet before you came running in and landed on his bed. This was just a routine now to take over Ben’s bed. He didn’t care, as long as you made room for him too. Ben had grabbed out a pair of shorts and whatever for himself and went into the bathroom to change. This is your time to go back there and find Ben’s diary or journal, whatever he calls it. You dash in there and find the clothes you had on earlier when you were playing dress up, you officially named it the Bumblebee collection. And of course you were going to wear it again for comfort and fAsHiOn. But your main priority was to find his diary, you went straight to his sock drawer and started digging through it. But nothing, it wasn’t there anymore, maybe he hid it somewhere else. You were going to look some more until you heard someone clear their throat. Damn it, it was Ben.

“You looking for something sweetheart?” Ben was leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed over his bare chest.

“I was just looking for some socks to match with my Bumblebee outfit actually…” You sucked at lying and he knew it.

“Mhm, sure, just make sure you don’t leave a mess when your done.” He walked away to who knows where. You sat on the floor in defeat, he knew you went through his stuff so he hid it somewhere, but where? Whatever, you’ll find it a different time. For now, you had to get dressed. You kicked Ben out of the bathroom and switched into Ben’s clothes.

Once you were done, you opened the door and told Ben that he could come in now. You were so tired from the night that you didn’t even feel like washing your makeup off. Luckily, you had a bestfriend who had learned your entire nighttime routine in case of something like this. Ben sat you on top of the counter in front of the mirror. He pulled out your makeup wipes and started rubbing the makeup off your face. He looked completely concentrated on cleaning your makeup off, that his face was kind of scaring you. But as you start to look at him some more, he didn’t look concentrated, he looked like he was thinking of something or having thought bubbles as you called them.

“What you thinking about Ben?” You wanted to break the silence between the two of you, you wanted him to talk to you.

“Nothing…” But you knew he was lying, he always tried to lie with you but you always knew when he was lying. He never could get away with it. But you didn’t want to bug him right now.

“Okay.” Ben had finished up on your nighttime routine and even decided to put your hair into a messy bun for you. He really was an amazing person and you don’t know what you would do without him, if you were being completely honest with yourself. Oh, but Ben wasn’t done with you yet. You hopped off the counter and were about to head to your room until Ben dragged you down stairs into the living room. He had set up a perfect movie night with you, he knew you were going to go to sleep in your room (or his room for a matter of fact) for all of eternity so instead he brought you out here to hang out. There was hot tea and biscuits on the coffee table which were always your favorite, a big bowl of popcorn, and the two blankets your grandma had given you on the couch. Ben really out did himself with all of this, you didn’t even know what to say. Your mouth was wide open in shock but Ben took it the wrong way.

“If it’s too much, I ca-”

“Benny, this is perfect…” You were so excited and couldn’t believe that he did this. “You did this for me?”

“Yeah, I wanted to make you feel better after what happened tonight love.” You let your feet guide you to the couch and snuggle up into the warm blankets. After Ben got settled in, you laid against his side and slid under his arm so he could hold you. Ben was your safe place to go, his touches were a sense of safety to you. He was like your little bodyguard, he would protect you at any cost and anytime, no matter the situation. He’s told you this many, many times before.

An hour had passed and both you and Ben were relaxed and comfortable. You didn’t want this moment of snuggling to end, you didn’t want to leave his side. He brought so much warmth to your body and god, he looked absolutely divined. His hair falling in all the right places, his warm, angelic smile, and his touch. Oh god, with his arm wrapped around your waist, you felt like you were in heaven with his touch. You had your head laid against his bare chest that had gotten so toned from playing soccer. His hand was like holding your waist in place so you couldn’t leave. Not that you were anytime soon.

The movie had just ended and now it was just silence, both you were wide awake and there was nothing else to do. That was until Ben got up and made his way toward the kitchen. He called back after him.

“Hey love? You want something to drink?” Instead of replying back like you usually do, you just got up and followed him into the kitchen. You didn’t want any water or anything because you were wanting some nice ass wine to down your problems away. But the problem was, was that your Uncle doesn’t have any alcohol and you weren’t about to make Ben go get you some at 11 at night. Ben looked around the kitchen to find the cups and he did after five minutes of being absolutely confuzzled.

“You never answered my question, so I’m just going to give you what I’m getting.” He said as he pulled something from the top cabinet, the one cabinet you didn’t check since you were too short. And out he pulled a bottle of red wine, not even opened yet. You walked around Ben to look into the cabinet but still you weren’t able to reach or see into it. Damn, you didn’t think you were that short. You placed your hands on the cool countertop and pushed yourself up until you could get both knees on. From that point, you stood up and looked into the cabinet area and come to find that your Uncle had stashed all of his alcohol in this one cabinet. He had liquor to whiskey and rum in there, basically drunken heaven. You were about to grab another bottle of wine but before you could, Ben wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and pulled you down like a toddler going through something they shouldn’t.

“Heyyy, I was gonna get another bottle. Bennnnnn.” You whined as he placed you back onto the tile floor of the kitchen.

“We’re not trying to make you pass out, just something to start the night sweetheart.” Ben said as he handed you your glass of wine. You pouted at him until you took a sip and realized that if you did grab that bottle, it would have been over in an hour. Alcohol isn’t your strong suit, sure, your stomach could handle it pretty well but your emotions and mind couldn’t. Your emotions always were wack when you drink and your mind wasn’t able to comprehend things clearly when you’ve had too much. Sometimes you spilled a little too much when you were drunk. And Ben knew that.

“Since we didn’t get to finish earlier.”

“Fair enough, but I am gonna grab that bottle down later, just for your information, Mr. Jones.”

“We’ll see about that Mrs. Jones.” Ben said with ease as he wiggled his eyebrows at you. For now, you’ll ignore it and move on. Your trying your hardest to not fall for him, you couldn’t lose him to your emotions.

“Well, can I have some now, Benny?” You gave him the puppy eyes so maybe he’ll hurry up ‘cause you were becoming impatient.

“Of course love, just don’t drink it too quickly.” He warned as he grabbed the bottle and his glass and brought it to the dining table. You followed suit behind him but sat on the other side of the table.

Now was the fun part, to get absolutely wasted, at least for you. Ben probably couldn’t say the same since he doesn’t get shitfaced after just a couple of glasses like you. You both loved red wine though, it was something you shared in common when it came to the adult world. When Ben finally turned twenty one, and was legally allowed to drink and buy alcohol, it was an advantage to you. You were still eighteen and underage to drink but people didn’t need to know that. Ben would supply you with the goods, except sometimes he would cut you off when it got too much. Sure, you shouldn’t be drinking underage but it’s not like any other eighteen year olds didn’t. Besides, who cares? Not you.

At this point both of you were completely shitfaced and drunk. You definitely grabbed the second bottle and it made things way worse. Now you both were just rambling on about stuff from high school.

“So, your telling me that you had a crush on…” Ben tried to complete his sentence but almost failed. He really did have a lot to drink. “My teammate when we were Juniors? Caleb? Really? Could’ve done better sis.”

“Ew, don’t EVER say sis again!” You laughed as you sipped some of your wine. You always liked wine glasses because they made you feel fancy in a way.

“I’m just saying.” Ben raised his arms and hands up in defense.

“It was just a small crush, calm down.” You rolled your eyes at him and started to giggle uncontrollably. “Ok, maybe it wasn’t a small crush but it didn’t last long!”

“Sure Sweetheart, just keep telling yourself that.”

“You still gotta tell me who you had a crush on!”

“I gotta think, I don’t just fall for anybody.” And Ben wasn’t lying, he was a tough little prick when it came to dating. He always seemed to pick the not so hoe-y ones which was a good thing. His shortest relationship was ten months, he really knew his girls. You on the other hand, had a little trouble with the boys. You kept getting played over and over again, your longest relationship was six months. They never wanted anything serious and it always broke your heart. Poor Ben had to take care of you until you got over them which got easier as you got played multiple times. At least he was there for you.

“Oh, I got one! Rebecca, the only reason I liked her was because she was hot.”

“You liked bitchy Rebecca from the cheerleader sQuAd? Ew, even I did better.” You scrunch up your nose at that thought of Ben liking HER. She was a spoiled brat and always picked on some poor kid.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it. It only lasted for like a week or two.” And by the end of that conversation, the second bottle of wine was gone. Maybe it was time to chill for a bit and get some sleep. You both downed the two bottles so fast, that it was a bit shocking. And honestly you were tired and needed some rest from everything that happened today.

“Hey Ben?” You yawned as you got up from the dining table.

“Yeah, love?”

“I think, I think I’m gonna go to bed now.” You walked over to the kitchen and placed your glass in the sink and filled it with water.

“Ok, I’ll clean up here and I’ll be up there in a bit.” He picked up his cup and the last empty wine bottle. You made your way up the stairs, even though you tripped over some steps several times. Maybe you were completely shitfaced, who knows? You treaded your way up to your room until you pushed open the door and plopped onto the soft bed. You wiggled your way under the covers and passed out without a worry as to what was going to happen in the next couple of weeks to come.

Oh you poor, poor girl.

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