#but yea the final full part won't be as long

[nocofamilyau]

TRIVIA OFF!!!! (10(1)/11)

(the whole part ended up being too long for a post, oh well, more food for you guys I guess...)

[buddierealm]

ʚ MISTAKES NEVER LAST — e. diaz x reader

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 Wordcount: 5.3k Summary: How long do good things last? Not long enough, probably. Warnings: angst angst angst, mentions of alcohol, this is the pseudocheating chapter, Doug Kendall is his own warning, jealousy, straight up loser4loser A/N: yea i accidentally lit this brick on fire before I threw it, sorry!

On a Sunday morning in mid-November, you wake up to the feeling of being tickled. You can feel a face buried in the crook of your neck, and kisses being planted on the side of your throat, as someone's stubble drags across the skin there. You quickly realize it's Eddie's face, and Eddie's undergrown beard doing all of the tickling. You giggle uncontrollably and squirm in his hold, but his arms around your waist are almost impossible to remove while you're awake, let alone half asleep.

Your eyes slowly open up, as you squint at the rays of sunlight peeking through his curtain. You must've slept over by mistake, something Eddie isn't ever bothered by in the slightest. He's confided in you multiple times that whenever you sleep over it's the best sleep he's had since before his days on active duty.

His fingers inch up your shirt, tickling your stomach. You squeal and you're sure you would've toppled over the bed by now if he hadn't been holding onto you so tightly.

“Eddie!” you yell, still in a fit of laughter, “Please, stop!”

“What'll you give me in return?” he asks, his voice still a little rough with sleep.

“Anything!” you negotiate, still cackling, “Anything, please.”

He finally stops, and plants a messy kiss onto your mouth. You close your eyes and put a hand on his chest, as he swallows up the quiet sounds you make. When he pulls back, he has a winning smile on his lips.

“That was good. Now you owe me 100 more of those and I won't do that ever again,” he teases.

“What? That's entirely too many. And not fair,” you respond.

“You said anything. If you keep whining, I'll ask for more,” he wiggles his eyebrows, trying to convey his innuendo.

You roll your eyes at him, pulling away to sit up, “I don't whine.”

He gets up and picks his shirt off of the floor, pulling it on.

“Mhm, sure you don't,” he comments, making his way into the bathroom.

You throw the first piece of clothing you can find off of the floor at him, but he's already out the door. You quickly realize you've thrown your pants, and sigh because the door is wide open. He walks back into the room, toothbrush in his mouth and then throws the pants at your head.

“Thank you,” you grumble from underneath the fabric.

On the 27th of November, you and Eddie, along with the entire 118, are invited to spend thanksgiving at Athena's, courtesy of one Bobby Nash. You bring both a store-bought cake and a homemade pecan pie, being the overachiever that you are. Eddie just brings a bottle of wine. You call him lazy in the car, and he laughs and threatens to tickle you again. You're on kiss number 27, which means you still owe him 73 until your debt is paid off and you can go back to living without fear.

When you walk in, you greet Athena with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She returns both gladly. She compliments the dessert you brought, and jokes that Eddie should up his game. As you step inside, you greet everyone else, and even though you see them almost every day, this is different. Here, you're faced with the reality of how much of a full life everyone has outside of work. It would've made you incredibly envious before Eddie. But now that you have him and Chris, you can't help but relate. Your life is so, so full, and so much more than just your career with them.

As the night goes on, you begin to feel a little bored. There's very little to talk about when you see these people every day. You know practically everything there is to know about them. But your excitement returns when you get a text from Eddie to come to the bathroom. He's already been there for about three minutes, not to raise suspicion, you assume. So you get up and make your way to the guest bathroom. You knock twice, and he opens the door and pulls you in.

Immediately, he pushes you into the door. His lips crash into yours, and his hands are everywhere. On your hips, up your shirt, trailing the hem of your short skirt. You sigh into his mouth and lean into the long kiss, pulling him closer and delighting in your closeness. You hadn't kissed since that morning, and this was the missing puzzle piece to make your night a little more thrilling. You run your fingers through his hair, pulling the strands free from the gel he uses religiously. He groans into your mouth when you pull him away by it to catch your breath.

“Twenty-eight,” you mutter, through panting breaths.

“Wow. Are you seriously counting down our kisses?” he asks, acting betrayed.

“Don't act like you aren't either. It's why you've been so stingy lately,” you mutter, narrowing your eyes.

“Me? I'm very generous,” he whisper-shouts, “In fact...”

He grabs the sides of your face, while planting what can only be described as a smooch onto your mouth, and then whispers, “Twenty-nine.”

And another, “Thirty,” and another, “Thirty-one.”

“I can count, y'know,” you say in between.

He pays you no mind, and once he's reached Thirty-seven, he pulls back and raises an eyebrow at you.

“See? What about now?”

You grin widely at him, “I'd say you've fallen for my trick. Sooner rather than later, I'll be free of you.”

“Oh, you'll never, ever, be free of me,” he mumbles, leaning in for another kiss, until a loud knocking sound comes from the door.

Eddie puts a hand over your mouth and works to even out his breathing, hoping whoever's at the door will just give up and leave. Little does he know, it's Athena Grant on the other side and she isn't going anywhere anytime soon.

“I know you kids are in there,” she yells through the door.

A few seconds later, she continues, “You better not have sex in my damn bathroom!”

You both laugh out loud at that.

“We'll be right out, 'Thena! Sorry,” you yell back.

You fix yourselves up in the mirror, and then walk out of the bathroom to join everyone else.

That night, you share kiss number 38 as you slow-dance in the middle of the Grants' living room, surrounded by the people you love the most.

For the first time in, well, ever, Eddie is late for his shift. You're not too concerned about it for the first twenty minutes. But then fifty more minutes pass by and you start to panic a little. You know it's kind of irrational, but your mind conjures up every single bad thing that could've happened to him or, God forbid, Chris.

A number of accidents pops up into your mind, every emergency you've ever responded to, and he's at the center of all of them. You start to feel a little stupid and overly sentimental when he walks in a few moments later, muttering apologies to Bobby and running into the locker room to get changed. You sigh in relief and follow him into the locker room.

“Hey,” you greet him.

He can barely look at you, but he greets you back anyway. You frown and put your fingers onto the side of his face, pulling his gaze to yours.

“What's wrong?” you question.

He mutters something about Chris' school and runs off to take a shower before he clocks into his shift. You're left stunned and very curious to know what's been going on. You look at the ground in defeat. There you find a piece of paper that must've fallen from his shoulder bag.

You pick up the paper, and on it you find a document from Christopher's new school dated for yesterday, the 10th of December, and signed by one Shannon Diaz. Diaz? Diaz, Diaz, Diaz. The name replays in your mind so much you aren't even sure it's real anymore. Why would she keep the name? Maybe you're overthinking this, but your mind is reeling with all of the different possibilities of it all.

You sit on the bench in front of his locker, just staring at the piece of paper. When he returns, he's still pulling shirt on. You look up at him with narrowed eyes. You can't believe you're about to ask this.

“Are you still married?” you question furiously.

Eddie looks stunned, frozen in place. Then, he sees the piece of paper in your hands. He sighs and takes it away from you like he could burn it away and you'd magically forget you ever saw it. He rubs his face and looks away.

“Yes? Kind of,” he answers, and your vision grows redder, “It isn't like that.”

“What's it like, then?” you ask.

He doesn't respond. He can't. He isn't sure how he'd be able to tell you any of it.

“Why? Why didn't you tell me? I thought I knew everything there was to know. You told me as much. I told you everything.”

You blink away the tears, “Why?”

He looks up at the ceiling, “Tell you what? Which part? The fact that I'm still married, because she walked out on us or the fact that I've been thinking about getting back with her?”

“You what?!”

You get up from the bench, “Since when, Eddie?”

“Just before Halloween,” he mutters, and you're pretty sure if it wasn't for the adrenaline carrying you through, you'd already have collapsed on the floor.

You can feel your blood boil, your anger simmering, begging to be let out of every pore in your body. As you pass by Eddie to leave, he instinctively grabs your arm. You pull it back so hard, you're pretty sure your wrist might sprain.

“No! You don't touch me, okay? Don't ever touch me again,” you shout, so loud it rebounds off of the walls, creating an echo.

He pulls his hands to rest behind his head, breathing quick and shallow, “Please, just let me explain-”

“Explain?!” you ask, walking closer and getting up in his face, “No, you don't get to explain anything! You know when you should've explained? At halloween, or on our first date, or one of the eleven times I slept over in your home. Or, better yet, that first night, at the bar. Before any of the rest of it, dammit!”

You can feel your voice break and tears well up in your eyes, but you don't back down. You point an accusatory finger in his face. He isn't even looking at you. He's staring at the ceiling with his eyes closed.

Why won't he fight? Why isn't he groveling?

You shake your head and then you're pulled back gently by your shoulders. You can tell it's Hen from the familiar way she comforts you. You have to bite back a sob that bubbles up your throat and threatens to reveal all of the betrayal you're feeling.

“I just thought that…” he begins.

“Do not! Don't think about me, don't talk to me, don't even look in my direction,” you order him, and step away with a finality.

You make quick work of grabbing your bag out of your locker and walking away. Hen follows you and offers to drive you home, which you gladly accept. Your phone flashes with Eddie's name as he calls you a little over ten times before eventually giving up. Hen sits in silence the whole ride home, which is much appreciated. You're not sure you can say another word without completely breaking down.

And once you're home, behind the safety of your own four walls, and surrounded by the insistent memories of him, you do.

Your job's always been difficult. Every second counts as a firefighter. Milliseconds can determine who dies and who lives. It's why you've become so quick on your feet. Being around Eddie right now has ruined your focus and made your job 10 times harder.

No one's going to die, of course, but you're just not all too there most of the time. The team picks up whenever you're slacking off, Hen and Chimney being the most helpful. It's still obvious you aren't doing your best, though.

You're needing to sleep more while on call, your brain takes a little longer to catch up to the emergency situations you face on the daily than before. You hate that he's made you ordinary, at best, at the one thing you've ever felt you're really good at. And that he's completely fine. At least that's what it seems like. He actually might've gotten slightly better at his job, because he's been throwing his all into it lately. He doesn't look any happier, but you're guessing he must be.

It'a all you can think about as you sip on your coffee, at the firehouse's kitchenette island. You have a book laid out in front of you, but the words aren't making any sense. Nothing really is right now, you suppose. People betray each other and boyfriends end up having wives, that's really the only thing you can wrap your mind around right now.

Chimney waves his arms in front of you as you realize you'd been using him as a spot on the wall for your quiet contemplation. Your eyes snap up to finally meet his and then you look back at your book. You can hear him sigh and pull up a high chair to sit beside you. You just hope he isn't here to pity you.

“You need to get over yourself,” he says.

Evidently not.

“Sorry?” you ask.

“You think this whole thing with Eddie's about you,” he whispers, “You're tying it to your self worth and it's slowly killing you.”

You look at him incredulously, your eyes narrowing. You slam your book closed violently and he flinches for a moment.

“What?! Seriously, Chim?” you yell.

“The person I'm dating ends up having a wife, who he's been trying to get back with, and it isn't about me? Who the hell is it about, then?”

Chimney sighs, “Christopher? Eddie? You can't know for sure yet, but I know it isn't about you.”

He sits up straighter and puts a hand on your shoulder, “Look, when Tatiana left and I saw her a few months later, already pregnant, like I was nothing at all, it broke my heart. But then, I realized it wasn't about me. It was about her,” he pauses for a moment, “I know it sounds like I'm breaking up with myself, but hear me out here.”

You nod, and decide to listen in, just to see where he's going with all of this.

“She was always going to leave a guy like me for the guy she settled down with. It doesn't matter if I had jumped up and down, loved her to death, or gotten a rebar stuck in my head, apparently,” he jokes.

You laugh a little, and nod at his statement, trying to grasp what he's trying to say.

“It just probably isn't about you. Hell, maybe it isn't even about Eddie,” he reasons.

“He has a kid, and you know he'll do whatever it takes to keep him happy. I'm sure he's sad it had to come at your expense, but you should try removing yourself from the whole equation. You're worth a lot more than what he did to you. It was just bad timing, kid. I'm sorry.”

You gulp, and take a deep breath, in an attempt not to cry at his words.

“Wow, Chim, you're a very sappy guy,” you tease.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever,” he mutters with a smile, rising from his seat, “Just keep what I said in mind.”

The pity the team feels for you truly rears its head in moments like these. Buck and Chimney insisted up and down that you join them and Maddie at a bar for some drinks. Normally, they'd let it go after the fifth 'no, thank you," but they only became more insistent and annoying. They had to drag you out of your uniform into the dingy bar you were currently entering, not of your own free will.

“The world feels so different now that I'm single again,” Buck comments, as you find a seat at a high-table.

You sit down beside him, strategically leaving an empty seat beside Chimney for Maddie.

“Buck, you've been single for months now,” Chimney notes.

“Yeah. I mean, technically, when your girlfriend disappears for months, the relationship becomes null and void,” you agree.

“Well, it's only circumstantial. I know Abby's been gone for a while, but in my head, we've been together this whole time,” he comments, and you think it's the saddest thing you've ever heard.

You tell him as much. And you're glad he doesn't bring up the whole your-boyfriend-left-you-for-his-wife thing in response. But, you aren't going to be nice to these dickheads who've dragged you out of your comfort zone to come to some disgusting bar and listen to them drag on about their equally sad love lives.

Buck rants about self discovery and staying Buck 2.0, when the waitress comes by. Buck orders two IPAs for himself and Chim, you opt for a margarita, and Chimney adds a glass of chardonnay for Maddie.

“Who's the wine for?” Buck asks.

“Maddie,” Chim clarifies, “She was parking.”

“Uh, you invited my sister?” Buck asks Howie, as he looks in your direction, expecting you to have the same shocked expression on your face.

“You didn't know?” you ask innocently.

“Hi. Sorry I''m late,” Maddie announces, “I don't know why I got on the freeway, I always regret it.”

She puts her bag down and you get up to hug her.

As she leans in for a hug, she whispers into your ear, “I'm so sorry to hear what happened. If you wanna talk, you can always call me. Eddie's a dick.”

You nod in agreement with a smile, and then go back to sit down.

“It's because you are an eternal optimist,” Chimney says to Maddie as she sits down.

“That's true,” she responds.

You listen to them ramble on like a married couple. It makes you think about how you and Eddie were, and that feels like a stab in the heart. So you redirect your focus on calming down Buck from his confused state about the nature of their relationship. If you aren't going to find love yourself, you might as well have a hand in some matchmaking.

You regret thinking that later, though, when Buck ditches you to go talk to Taylor Kelly, and you can hear Maddie and Chimney sing karaoke in the distance. You drink the rest of your margarita and order an Uber for the ride home.

As you stand outside the bar's entrance, your phone in hand with a large map on the screen. When it says '5 minutes away,' you can hear someone walk up behind you. Your instincts tell you to look behind you, and you find a man standing there. He smiles, and you'd be lying if you said he wasn't quite attractive.

He introduces himself as Jason Bailey, and shakes your hand.

“I'm not a stalker or anything like that, I just saw you inside and thought I should tell you I think you're gorgeous,” he says.

You laugh at his compliment, “Yeah, thank you.”

You glance at the floor, and you can feel his eyes follow your own. There's something eerie about him, and you would've walked away by now if he wasn't so charming.

“I was hoping I could grab your number,” he asks.

Any other day, you would've said no, but witnessing everyone fall in love or get lucky but you was a great big cloud to your judgment. Even more than the alcohol you were slightly tipsy on. So, you give him your number. You're sure you won't respond to any of his calls when you're sober, anyway.

The Christmas spirit always dulls your edge. It makes you gentler, more forgiving. It's the one and only reason you decide to stop acting so outwardly bitchy towards Eddie. You figure that since you're going to be working together for the foreseeable future, you should try to be amicable. And, Y'know, forgive and forget.

Christmas is five days away and the LAFD is holding its annual toy drive. The station is decked out with fake presents, a Christmas tree, signs everywhere. Kids are running around, and climbing the firetruck. Buck's also running around for some reason in a Santa hat. He'd put one on your head, too, during your shift. Your shift had ended hours ago, though.

You've decided to stay behind, packing donated toys into boxes to be separated later by yourself and the team. You smile and thank everyone for their graciousness. Eddie comes up to the empty box beside you to begin collecting toys too. He's been obeying your wishes that he not think about, speak to, or even look in your direction. At least when he thinks you don't notice. Like right now, he's definitely staring, but he thinks you can't see him.

When he finally looks away, you turn to look at him. He immediately turns his head to stare into your eyes like he was already just waiting for a sign from you. You smile at him, and he grins back.

“Hi,” you say, but before he can respond someone walks up to his side with a large toy box.

You both turn to look at her. It's a woman, and she's really pretty. She looks completely free. So not tied down by anyone or anything. She exactly the type of person you'd expect live in LA, do yoga every other day, and be childless by 40.

“Shannon,” Eddie says, and you freeze up immediately, like you've been caught with your hand in the cookie jar.

You look down at your box, the toys suddenly becoming very interesting. You try to think about how you're going to sort them out later. Anything to keep your mind off of the woman currently standing in front of the man you were dating less than ten days ago. The woman he's still married to.

“What are you doing here?” he asks tensely.

You try to even out your breathing. You want so badly to be able to tune them out. Or even just walk away, but you can't move a muscle somehow.

“You won't answer my texts or return my calls,” she explains.

It shouldn't make you feel better, but it kind of does.

“This is not the place,” he chastises her.

You take toys from the people too intimidated to approach him now, and put them in your already full box, but you can't manage a smile for them anymore.

Her tone becomes angry, “Maybe it's the perfect place. We can actually have a conversation that doesn't end up with us in bed.”

He grimaces at her, as everyone turns to look at them. Everyone but you, whose eyes are still glued to the toy boxes. You knew it was real, obviously, but hearing it and seeing her makes you want to throw up. You're sure if you weren't so surprised by it all, you'd already be hyperventilating. Your face grows hot as you consider the implications of what she’d just said.

Wow, they’re already sleeping together?

“Follow me,” he utters through gritted teeth.

They walk away and Chim stops pouring people fruit punch to put a reassuring hand on your shoulder. You look up at him and shake your head. He immediately removes his hand and goes back to what he was doing.

You hate Eddie Diaz, you decide. You hate him a lot. So much for trying to stay amicable.

Going back to ignoring Eddie comes as naturally as breathing to you. It is human instinct to avoid pain, after all. Or at least that's what you're trying to convince yourself. Hating him might be the farthest thing from breathing you've ever had to do.

It's also just objectively difficult to hate someone you have to watch save people on a daily basis. But you manage pretending just fine. And you find you aren't any closer to understanding why he lied to you, so moving on is out of the window.

For now, though, you can focus on getting your groove back, one emergency at a time. Bus accidents are fairly uncommon, and you like exploring new aspects of the job, so this call was a more than needed respite.

You apply a tourniquet on a woman's upper thigh, disinfect her wound, and put her into an ambulance for safe transfer. You also tend to some minor scratches, wounds and sprains. One specific woman with a minor injury on her arm points out a Marine who was riding the bus, as you treat her. She tells you all about how he'd been riding the bus to get to his daughter's performance on time. As you sneak a look at him, you realize why he's still here.

He has blood on his uniform, and has a clearly broken phone in hand. He stayed to help stabilize a citizen, and now he's going to be late to see his daughter. Well, that's just not right. You frown and when the woman thanks you, you step away and walk towards the Bobby, Buck, and Eddie.

“Hey guys, didn't that Marine over there help you with a victim?” you question.

Buck nods, “Yeah, why?”

“A woman who was on the bus told me he's about to miss seeing his daughter perform at school, because of this whole thing,” you explain.

You turn your gaze to Captain Nash, “I was thinking maybe we could help him out? Y'know, return the favor. What do you think, Cap?”

Eddie looks at you with unbelievable admiration and then turns to Bobby with pleading eyes. Buck follows suit.

“Sure, why not,” he says, and Eddie immediately rushes over to tell the guy.

You jump into the driver's seat of the firetruck, as everyone crams inside. Once you've secured a location, you turn the sirens on and start driving as quickly as possible.

“Better hurry up and get dressed. We're gonna be there before you know it,” Eddie instructs.

You can hear Buck talk about how he's going to be crying and it makes you laugh out loud. In truth, you'll probably be crying too, but no one needs to know that.

Once you reach the theatre, you all run out of the truck, leaving the keys behind with a paramedic who rode with you. Your pace doesn't grow any slower as you make your way inside.

It's completely packed, and a little girl who looks so much like the Marine you drove over is singing into a mic with the voice of an angel. When she spots her father, she gasps, and walks off of the stage with the choir finishing the song for her. They hug, with the spotlight shining down on them, and everyone claps.

You look down to avoid letting anyone catch the tears lining your lashes. Buck does no such thing, though, and wipes his tears off shamelessly. Your head turns to look around at the team with a victorious smile, and you see Eddie's about to cry. You turn away immediately to give him some privacy. And then you can't help but remember the harrowing experiences he'd shared with you that night on your couch.

Like puzzle pieces clicking into place, you finally understand what Chimney meant by what he said before Christmas. 'Maybe it isn't even about Eddie,' he'd said. Maybe it isn't. Maybe it's about making up for lost time. Maybe it's even about forgiving Shannon the same way she forgave him for leaving all those years ago. Did she? She didn't exactly stay, but you have no idea what exactly transpired, so you can't be too harsh in your judgement.

The real Eddie, your Eddie, would do anything for his son. He'd even languish in a loveless marriage just to see him happy and give him a sense of security. He genuinely believes it's the only way he can make up for his errors. You get it. Or you're going to try to.

When Buck and Bobby turn to leave, you instinctively wipe a tear off of Eddie's cheek. He almost sighs at your touch, but decides against it. Then, you grant him a curt yet genuine smile, and turn to walk away.

Eddie was so sure the only thing between you now was bad faith and animosity. Here in the back of a church theatre, though, it feels more like understanding, and maybe even forgiveness.

You're grabbing a bottle of water out of the fire station's fridge when a wolf whistle sounds from behind you. You look back and realize Chimney's whistling at you...? You frown at him deeply, very confused at how he's acting.

“A little birdie told me someone asked for your number at the bar, the night we all went,” he says in a sing-songy voice.

Your eyes dart over to Hen, and you point an accusatory finger at her.

“I told you that in confidence!” you yell.

She shrugs and makes her way to the kitchenette's island to grab an apple out of the fruit bowl. You scowl at her and fold your arms.

“Soo, has this mystery guy called?” Chim asks.

Out of the corner of your eye you can see Eddie listening in intently. His shoulders are holding a lot of tension, and his face is set into a frown.

“That's none of your business, Chim,” you inform him, looking away.

“Nope,” Hen responds for you anyway.

The truth is he did. Many times. You just never responded. You aren't ready to be with anyone else. At all. You're glad you hadn't told Hen that part though, because you can actually keep it to yourself.

You're pretty sure you can see Eddie's shoulders relax and his expression turn a bit calmer, but you can't tell if it's delusion, the toll this 24-hour shift is taking on you or reality.

“Oh. Tough luck,” he says, patting your shoulder.

You swat his hand away, “Hey! It isn't like you're killing it with the ladies. You can barely officially ask out the girl you've been dating.”

Hen, Bobby, and Eddie laugh at that, while Buck just grimaces at the mention of his sister dating Chimney.

Someone calls for Chimney from downstairs, announcing that Maddie's here to see him. You smirk at him as he nervously makes his way down.

You all immediately run to the railing of the top floor to watch their interaction. You're standing in between Eddie and Hen when Maddie reveals her divorce papers. Wow. What a way begin a relationship. You're glad they've found each other, lord knows how hard it is to find someone willing to get divorced to be with you.

When they're done talking, you wolf-whistle at them the same way Chim had done for you. You laugh when you notice everyone else is teasing them too.

Then, everyone makes their way downstairs to congratulate them. You and Eddie stay. You stay, because you want to congratulate Chim privately so you can reveal all of the matchmaking you've been doing for him without seeming insane. You're not sure why Eddie stays, though.

His hands still wrapped around the railing so tightly his knuckles turn white, he turns to look at you. It seems he's decided that looking isn't off limits. You sigh and look in his direction, ready to remind him of your blatant opposition to him looking in your direction.

But quickly you realize how close he is. And how much you've missed his eyes, and the admiration that they’re currently filled with. You see in his eyes the potential life you could've had together. Maddie and Chimney are proof that good relationships can start with a divorce. It’s a childish and slightly evil thought, but you can’t help but wish, and hope, and pray he’ll show up with divorce papers at your door one day.

Even though you won't talk to him, your eyes are pleading. For anything. For everything.

When it gets too intense, he looks back downstairs at everyone. You watch him muster up all of his self control and walk away, leaving you there.

A/N: these FREAKS having conversations with their eyes... also did u guys peep the Hamilton reference or not?? pls say yes

[lovexjoe]

Unspoken

Part 1 

Synopsis: Jack and Y/N have been best friend for years. She recently ended her 2 year relationship, due to moving to Atlanta for a better job opportunity. What’s going to happen when she stays with Jack for a week ?

Warning: fluffy, angst?, language and smut🧎🏽‍♀️

Y/N POV 

Great!!! I finally found an apartment for myself, but I have to stay at a hotel for a week due to maintenance. I sighed as I begin to search the internet for a hotel suitable to my needs. Currently I’m at Jack’s house, cause he offered to let me stay the weekend as I sorted myself out. Moving to a new state is draining. I left a lot of my things back home as my mom said it’s good to just start fresh. So I packed what I needed and hopped on the plane. I left so much behind, even my 2 year relationship. Surprisingly, I’m okay and even happier that it ended. There wasn’t a spark between us. He treated me well, but the relationship over all was boring. I guess I kept it going for so long, because it was better than being alone. 

“Alright what’s got you so stress? You been glue to the computer since you woke up” Jack says as he sits down next to me on the couch. 

“The apartment won't be ready for another week and I need to find a hotel beca-” 

“Hell no! Come on, you know you can stay here till it’s ready. I’m not taking no for an answer either. Now can you stop stressing before you explode. That vein on your forehead is serious” He starts his usual teasing. I laughed and playfully shoved him. 

Arguing with him was useless. It was his way or no way. I finally close my laptop and enjoyed whatever tv show he was currently hooked on. He stretched out his left arm and placed it on the back on the couch. I crawl into my usual spot: snuggled up with a blanket. 

“I missed you. I know you’re stressed but I’m happy to finally spend some time with you this week.” Jack says honestly. You were taken aback but also happy as well to be here with him.

“Me too”

Jack’s POV

She takes her usual spot on the opposite end of the couch, I so badly want to pull her close to me. As selfish as it sounds I hope her apartment takes an extra week so she could stay longer. And those god damn PJs she wears is gonna end me. She could wear a turtleneck and I’d probably still have the same reaction. 

I had met her through Druski as she was working with him for a while on video concepts and managing his social media. As soon as they linked up, she got his account to gain a million followers within a month. Thats why Jack put his full trust in her when it came to his social media. He’ll give her a heart attack here or there when he posts some random video of him trying to dance. Keyword is try because he looks like he’s glitching half the time. 

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They indulge in a few episodes together before both of their stomachs start grumbling. Jack grabs his phone to open up UberEats. She gives him an insane look. 

“Jack you already ordered UberEats for breakfast, do you ever actually cook?” She arched her brows at him and he just looks at her cause lowkey she ate him up with that one. 

Oh yea forgot to mention, she got attitude that could last a lifetime and he fucking loved it. 

“You know I can’t cook!” He tried to justify but she’s already up and headed to the kitchen scanning the pantry and fridge for a simple meal. 

“Alright since you insist on me staying here for a week, you have to learn how to cook to at least survive.” She points the wooden spoon at him which causes him to laugh and throw his hands up in the air. 

“Goddamn Gordon Ramsey when did you even grab that!?” 

“Mmm don’t worry about that, give me a cutting board and knife stat! We making the world’s simplest meal. Pasta!” 

Pasta? Yeah no, he has spent his entire life over and under cooking pasta noodles. He watches her work the kitchen like a natural, pulling out ingredients he didn’t know what was what but he  tried his hardest to pay attention. She started with washing, then cutting then cooking. When it started to heat up in the kitchen, she tossed her hair up in a messy bun and in that moment Jack swore his heart could burst outta his chest.  He was trying his best not to stare inappropriately, but she was down right beautiful. 

Her ex was an idiot for letting her out of his sight, but he had to thank him because he’s not letting this chance pass up. There’s been multiple times throughout their friendship that her previous relationship and his hookups were not too fond of what they had. Which caused a few months of silence here and there. It use to kill him that he couldn’t reach out to her or hear her voice. She’s the reason why most of his hookups never lasted. Even during sex he wasn’t fully present, always distracted. 

As she finished up the tomato basil pasta, she turns around bumping into Jack not realizing he was so close to her. She felt so small around him, he looks down at her and smiles. 

“Hi” he says as he looks into her green hazel eyes that complimented her tan skin. 

“Hi…” she wish he would just kiss her, but she probably wasn’t what he even wanted. This man has the whole world at his feet. Why would he want her? They both stood there for a few extra seconds, just admiring their favorite features of the other. 

He swore she bite her lip 

She swore he was staring at her lips 

Kiss me already they both thought.

The sizzle of the pot reminded her she needed salt, so she purposely pushes up against him to grab the salt 

“Excuuuuseee me” she says innocently causing him to blush. 

“Smell yummy, thank you seriously” He says as she hands him his plate. As she makes her plate last, but Jack grabs it and heads over to the dinner table. Pulling out her seat for her, she happily sits as he grabs them some wine. 

“Oh my god, this is amazing!” He hums enjoying all the flavors that melt in his mouth. She’s really getting brownie points right now cause once his tummy is full he is a happy camper. 

This could be them, she thought. If only he wanted her. 

This could be them, he thought. If only she wanted him. 

After a few glasses of wine and enjoying the food together. Jack knew she was gonna crave something sweet because anytime he took her out dessert was always a must. He took her plate and nods his head for her to follow him.  

He grabs a bowl, vanilla ice cream, sprinkles, chocolate drizzle and whipped cream. Instantly her smile appears on her face, he still remembers her favorite toppings. How could he not though? He remembers everything about her. They both assisted each other is building the sundae. 

“Time for the finale!! Whipped cream!” She shakes it up and hands it to him to do the honors. Jack holds down the nozzle but it was stuck. He shook it one more time confused cause he literally just bought it when he told Y/N to stay at his crib. Yes he fully stocked the house and made sure it was squeaky clean before she got there. He even went to target and Ulta and stocked up on products she’d like or needed for the guest room. 

“This thing is stupid!” He holds the nozzle facing Y/N and it shoots out straight onto her neck and face. They both looked shock but Jack was trying so hard to hold his laughter in. 

“Oh you little shit!” They both busted into laughter. 

The wine definitely taking effect as laughter filled the air. Their stomach hurting so much from being full and the happiness that overcame them. Grabbing a towel, Jack pulls her close and the two still having the giggles. She wasn’t in control anymore because she couldn’t believe the words that was escaping her mouth. 

“Lick it off of me….” Jack freezes. Is he dreaming? Is she fucking with him? Wouldn’t be a nice joke but the way she was looking at him she’s lucky she doesn’t get bent over this island right now. 

“Are you sure?” He looks into her eyes wanting to confirm because if he starts god only knows if he’ll have the strength to stop. 

“Yea….make me your dessert.” She wipes some whipped cream off her neck slipping her finger in his mouth to suck it off. The need growing between them as she felt his tongue lick her finger dry. His lips meeting her neck, licking up all whipped cream on her as her moans escape her mouth. 

Fuck. He thought this was it, she’s gonna get eaten up tonight, he had to taste her. He was hungry for it. His hands caressing her face, as their lips finally meet. They both dreamt of this moment endless amount of times, but nothing….nothing could compare how this really felt. The little sounds she makes got him bricked up and aching. It’s almost as if she knew what effect she had on him cause her hand begins to palm him through his joggers. He groans into her mouth, causing a certain wetness to form in her panties. She never knew Jack had an aggressive side to him, she always teased him of being vanilla. 

He picks her up and sets her onto the island. Slipping her shorts off and spreading her legs. No panties? Fuck, her pussy glistened from her wetness under the lights. She closed her legs, starting to feel shy. 

“Nuh uh, open those legs for me. Lemme see that pretty pussy.” Oh god she loves this. He gets on his knees, kissing her lips, taking in her scent causing her hips to buck. 

“Jaack please don’t tease,” she feels his breath on her as he laughs, knowing exactly what he was doing. He takes her clit into his mouth, slowly sucking and swirling his tongue. He was so fucking handsome and with your pussy in his mouth made him even hotter. Working his tongue up and down your folds, you lift you hips slightly to ride his face. 

Fuck fuck fuck 

Jack couldn’t believe how fucking beautiful you looked under the island lights. Everything about you just amazed him. He works his movement with yours as he sees your body tensing up. 

“Fuck Jack, I’m- fuck I’m gonna cum!” In that moment he slips two of his fingers in, curving them upwards pumping them in and out. The only thing that could be heard was your cries and the wetness of your pussy. His fingers were big and long you could only imagine what he’ll stretch you out to. He pulls you close to him, placing little kisses along your cheek and neck. He lets you ride out your orgasm from his fingers. He only just begun with you, but he notices the slight sheen of sweat that covered your body. 

“You have no fucking idea how long I’ve wanted you.” He places a soft kiss on her lips. 

“Jack I need you, please.” She reaches into his jogger to pull him out. His tip already leaking with precum. Teasing him, she rubs his length between her wet folds causing him to groan. The lust that filled both of their eyes as they watch his tip play with her clit. Jack slipped in not being able to handle it anymore. 

Y/N lets out a soft cry not realizing how big he really was. Her back was cold against the marbled island, but the way Jack started pounding into her she couldn’t possibly give a fuck about anything 

“Jaackkk” she cries out throwing her head back

“I know it’s big baby, you can take it. Be good for me and take it.” His thumb starts to rub circles on her clit as he continues his ruthless thrusting. She was drunk off of his fucking. Not a single thought was running through her head besides the fact that he felt so fucking good and was deep.

“Look at you. Such a good fucking girl taking me. So beautiful baby.” He whispers his praises into her ear, till he feels her clenching him tightly. His free hand grabs the back of her hair firmly to make sure he was looking at him as she cums. 

“Mmm fuck, where do you want it?” She better answer quick cause those hazel eyes looked fucked out and he could barely hold on. 

“Inside me! P-please please” 

Jesus Christ 

He nods as he increases his speed, hitting a new spot for her causing her to come undone. She couldn’t even stop the babbling. 

“I love you I-I love you Jack.” He kisses her passionately, emptying himself deep inside her. 

“I love you too.” He says out of breath. 

He picks her up carrying them to his bedroom. She was completely out of it, her eyes closed and sleep slowly taking over her. He couldn’t imagine this moment any better. It happened so naturally. He tucks both of them in pulling her closely. She was his. He was hers. Thank god for that fucking apartment delay. 

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Y/N woke up feeling satisfied and definitely sore. Some of their friends were suppose to be flying in today to vibe for the next two days. She looks at the sleepy man next to her and smiles. They really had some nasty sex last night when just prior to that they were just best friends. She places a soft kiss on his forehead and decided to make them breakfast. She picked out some boxers and one of his t-shirts and got to work. As she was making them pancakes and eggs, the door bell rang and it was probably Druski since he had the earliest flight. She opens the door to see a girl, who looked like a super model holding a duffel bag. 

“Y/N, right?” 

“Uhh yeah…I’m sorry who are you?”

“I’m Jack’s girlfriend….”

Part 2? 😌

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[yoitsjay]

Voices

Pairings : Hunter x Gn!reader

Summary: your angelic voice brings you lots of credits, you and sid both have a mutual agreement on that. One day a new group of men, clones walks into cids parlor. And one takes an immediate fascination to you

Warnings: some teasing, your basically a god/goddess (not really u just sound like it), Hunter likey

Word count: 1,380

You had been working with Cid for years, during the clone wars from a teenager to now in the present time, you were singing while she had her meetings with the Jedi, and you made good money for her and yourself. At first her proposal wasn't very good, not for you anyway, but after a few shows and seeing just how many credits you wracked in for her you managed to convince her to make the cut even, 50:50. Business at Cids parlor boomed for years because of you, and it was a good time too, Cid fed you, and let you have your own room in the Parlor, all thanks to your voice, the one thing that could sway people not only to dance, but to hang onto every word you said and listen with such intent. You were a good strategist too, especially when it came to betting games like Dejarik or even sabaak, more things that earned you and Cid money.

Today was like any other day, however you had just bought a new outfit and were in the midst of putting it on for your next performance, humming to yourself only to get interupted by a knock on your bedroom door. “yeah Cid?” you called out, already familiar with the way she knocked. Cid opened the door and offered you a very slight smile, unnoticeable to anyone else, but you've known her for so long that you know what she tells, and when she's in a particularly good mood. “We have a full house tonight, especially since you announced some new songs, but there's a particular group that just walked in asking for me, go see what they want, and if you like their vibe bring em to my office.” She requested, and you nodded as she left.

You quickly finished your routine, putting your hair up before you walked out to the main room of the parlor, you scanned around, seeing people playing games, drinking and dancing to the pre show music, but you quickly noticed the new group, boy they stuck out like a sore thumb, not just because of their armor, but because of the child that they had with them.

You let out a soft huff before making your approach, getting stopped by some fans of yours with markers held out, and you quickly signed whatever you needed to sign before finally reaching the group, their attention already focused on you, one of them however seemed to be more curious about you than the rest, this must have been the reader. “I hear you're looking for Cid?” You questioned, having to speak up over this crowd just so this group could hear you. who you assumed was the leader stood up and turned to you fully, nodding his head. You noticed he had a tattoo that covered half of his face, the details resembling a skull, which you found interesting, and yet attractive all the same.

“yea, that you?” He asked, and you giggled, raising an eyebrow. “Maybe, what do you want with her?” You questioned them, the glint of the leader's vibroblade catching your eye. “You won't get nothing if you flash those weapons around, not in this full house.” You added, crossing your arms over your chest. The leader cleared his throat, and raised his hands just slightly, which put you at ease for now. He then spoke up, glancing back at his group. “We heard that Cid was an informant for the Jedi, and were hoping we could talk with her.” He explained, and you looked him up and down before studying the rest of the group. You sighed, but nodded and gestured with your hand for them to follow. And they did without a second thought as you led them to the back part of the parlor, opening Cid's office as you stepped to the side, gesturing for them to walk in. “Good luck, and after you're done, maybe stick around for my performance, I could always use some new ears.” You said before walking to the stage back in the main room.

Cheers then flooded Hunter's ears and he winced slightly at the sudden anterage of voices, but once the door shut behind him and his brothers- and Omega- he relaxed a bit, turning to look at the green Trandotian who had now spun to face them.

Meanwhile, you started up with a few of your most popular songs, credits already being thrown on stage, soon Hunter and the rest of his family walked out with Cid not far behind, all having already decided that they were hired, and really they didn't have a choice. But the minute his senses and thoughts calmed, your voice was the only one that flooded his ears, he looked over at you, seeing you on your knees on the stage with the microphone clasped in one hand, while the other was extended in front of you, with many patrons hands reaching out for you. Whatever you were singing hadn’t even registered in his head, only that your voice just calmed every feeling in his body, his eyes wide and his lips slightly gaped. Just then he felt a hand on his shoulder, he turned quickly, calming again when he noticed Echo standing by his side. “You okay Hunter? you kinda froze for a second.” He said, glancing up at the stage towards you.

Hunter cleared his throat and nodded but as his brothers and omega turned to grab a booth, however Hunter paused and he turned to look at you again, and this time you locked eyes while you sang a pretty inappropriate line from one of your songsm running your free hand down your body as you sent him a wink before turning away. After an hour or so you said your goodbyes and left the stage, disappearing in the back as you headed towards your bedroom, once in the peaceful atmosphere of your little space you undressed, and changed into something more casual and definitely more comfortable, sliding your own little viroblade into its holster secured on your thigh, just a precaution. You let your hair down and gave yourself a minute to decompress, sitting on your bed staring at the ceiling when you heard a knock on your door, and this one wasn't from Cid.

You slowly moved towards the door, opening it just a crack to see who was standing there, and low and behold it was the man from earlier, with the half skull tattoo. “hello” You greeted softly, opening the door fully as you smiled up at him. “I hear you're officially working for Cid, congrats.” You spoke playfully, noticing that his eyes flicked up and down a couple times, which made you smirk. “Yeah..” He muttered for a moment before his eyes snapped to yours, he was a lot taller than you were, basically a foot taller, but you always did love your men tall, you cleared your throat and it seemed to snap him from his little trans as he stood up a little straighter. “I wanted to introduce myself, Im Hunter.” He explained, sticking his hand out for you, you grinned, and took his arm in a firm handshake. “I know” You stated, Cid having already told you after your performance. “It's a good name, strong… hot.” You teased, letting your touch linger for a tad longer than it should have before letting his arm go.

You told him your name, watching something flash in his eyes before seeing his slight smile. “That's a beautiful name, suits you.” He stated, looking away for a moment as you giggled. Just then you stepped out of your room, placing a hand on his armored chest, pushing him back just ever so slightly so you could close your door. “Buy me a drink Hunter, and we’ll see where the night takes us, I always do like an adventure.” You teased, slipping past him as you walked towards the bar. Hunter shook his head, and followed not too far behind. You already had him in this transe, it was like he couldn't take his eyes off of you… he wasn't sure if he even wanted to.

He'd just have to see how this night went…

[4m4zing-rp-resources]

A selection of starters from Let Me Explain Studios (part three)

From "Bitten while defending a friend", "Disney street performers pick on me AGAIN", "Daycare Stories", and "My scary Barracuda story"! Feel free to change pronouns and wording as needed!

Sorry, I'm not allowed to say the B word. And I don't mean 'Beetlejuice'.

She was a troubled young soul, a little on the mad side.

What no one tells you is that sometimes, doing the right thing still gets you in trouble.

There might have been some really heavy stuff in that journal that she was about to spill everywhere!

Apparently, we all have Komodo dragon mouths full of dangerous bacteria.

Actually, that kinda makes you rethink kissing.

You--you bit me! You actually bit me! What the hell is wrong with you? You're insane!

When she put her arm across my back, I couldn't breathe. She was about to suffocate me, so you see, I had no choice but to bite her.

Objection, your honor! That's not how the human body works!

I have SEVERAL OBJECTIONS!

There's a very big difference between tug-of-war to get stolen property back, and a full-blown bite that could have potentially ended in a hospital trip!

Explain yourself, KNAVE!

It may come with consequences, but doing good is its own reward.

No, she won't file a harassment claim; she REEKS of theater kid. And Lemons.

Hey, you think you can dangle a few steps over? You're blockin' the light.

Well, that's the fastest a man has ever moved in my direction.

Our records indicate that you flashed naked people drawings to a bunch of kids while visiting Hollywood studios four years ago.

Uhh... no. You're thinking of the crazy woman who makes YouTube videos.

I'm gonna hide behind that box for as long as possible and see what happens. This is a great idea!

I've been compwomised!

I was minding my own business looking for something to play with, and then the markers came over and marked on my face.

What are you in for? I stuck gum up my nose.

Screw you, sis! I got video games to observe!

Alright, grown-up; I'll concede to you for now. But just wait!

Alright, here's your 'evil genius learner's permit', kiddo.

Ohh yea baby, you like vhat you see? I am built extreme!

Look up the effects of water pressure on the human body and you'll see what I mean.

I should've just bought a motorcycle...!

You remember him? The dude who ate Nemo's mom? Remember that childhood trauma? Of course you do, we're all still paying for therapy for that one!

I could maybe reach out and touch him right now if I were dumb enough.

E-Excuse me, it's just come to my attention that I'm in danger.

They're going after the little one, they've picked me out as the weakest in the herd!

I DON'T WANNA BE FISH FOOD!

Alright buddy, just hand over the tasty morsel and we don't break no kneecaps. Capiche?

Aye, _____, I think this one's trying to communicate.

MOM, GUESS WHAT? I'M A PUBLISHED WRITER! YOU CAN FINALLY BE PROUD OF ME!

[urfavoritedcwhore]

the russian boy//part nine

warnings: swearing, mentions of drug use

not proof read

lowercase initial

disclaimer: drugs aren't cool, don't do them. rehab isn't fun. blah blah blah

-the author, a former addict

part nine: the errands

i sit up, close my laptop, and give boris a small smile. "is your dad home?", i ask remembering that his dad was supposed to home today. "yea, he leave again tomorrow. i tell him i went to potters house.", he tells me trying to scoot himself under the blankets. i watch him as he struggles with the tucked in sheets and laugh, "oh so i guess you're sleeping here tonight?", you say as he finally gets the blankets free and crawls under them. "you don't want me to?", he asks with a smile, already knowing my answer. "yes sure i want you to.", i say rolling my eyes dramatically and laughing. i lift the blanket up and place myself under it. he extends his arm above my head and pats his chest. "what?", i ask him confused. "lay here.", he says like its obvious what im supposed to do. i look at him for a moment then chuckle, "no.", i say making my face serious. this takes him aback, "why not?", he asks with confusion on his face. "because it's awkward and we're not gonna act like a full on couple till we decide that's what we want.", i explain to him. "till you decide what you want, i already know what i want.", he corrects me. "fine till i decide what i want.", i say back to him moving my hair out of my face. for the record, i know what i want. i know i want to date him. i know i want him to be the perfect boy for me, but i don't know him well enough to be positively sure he is the perfect boy. i mean seriously, i truly like him, but i feel like ive only meet the surface of him. i want to know more about him, i want to understand him completely before i make the commitment of a relationship. what we have right now is perfect in my opinion. hanging out a lot and minor physical affection that consists of small peaks on his cheeks or his lips. now believe me, and im gonna say this with my whole chest, i would love nothing more then for this boy to take me to pound town. not just yet though. i like him too much to let him be a situationship. i want us to be real, and the only way to do that is by putting time into us. and by the way, yes i understand that I've kissed him, but voluntarily cuddling with him feels way more intimate. "we did this last night, no?", he says remembering the way we woke up together this morning i assume. he continues, "was not awkward last night, does not have to be awkward now. it can be like.....friendly cuddles,eh? me and potter do all the time.", he says trying to convince me, still patting his chest. i think about his words and come up with a compromise, "how about this, when i fall asleep tonight you can move me onto you like you did last night. that way it won't be awkward for me cause i'll be asleep, and you'll still get to wake up cuddling me.", i say meeting him halfway. he smiles, "well now i definitely won't fall asleep before you.", he says. he drops his arm around my shoulder, "i have long arms,nowhere else to put them!", he says holding his free hand up defensively when he sees the look on my face. i laugh, "i'll let it slide this time.", i say turning away from him and turning off my lamp. i drop to my side and lay facing my bedside table, and feel his body drop flat as well. his arm is still around my shoulder, now trapped underneath my body. i feel the bed shift and turn my head to see he's now laying the same direction as me. i turn back around and let my eyes fall shut. before i can drift off to sleep he whispers, "new girl?". "mm", i say back not fully awake but also not asleep, somewhere in the limbo between them. "i take you on...errands with me tomorrow, yes?", he asks me. "mhm yea sure boris.", i say sleepy. he scooches closer to me, holding me in a spooning possession. i debate scooting away, but decide he's too warm and i'm too sleepy to move. "will be fun i promise.", i hear him say as i drift off to sleep.

i wake up with my face buried in boris shoulder, our body's facing eachother, and my legs wrapped around his hips like i'm a spider monkey. i stay in my possession cursing asleep lucy for putting me in this situation. i try to think of a way to free myself without waking him. i carefully unwrap legs from his body, and lift my arms that are draped across his neck. i slide out of bed carefully and grab my phone. it's 10:30am? i'm suprised mom didn't come upstairs to say goodbye when she left for work this morning, but then again i'm fucking glad she didn't. i make my way to the bathroom connected to my room and just as i walk in my phone falls out of my hand and hits the tile floor. "fuck", i whisper to myself, clenching my teeth and turning around expecting to see boris wide awake. i turn my head and see him laying in the same position he was when i got up, with his mouth open and his eyes closed. huh. i guess boris is a heavy sleeper. noted. i turn back around and close the bathroom door behind me. i'm desperate for a shower. i turn the shower knob up, and take off my clothes, leaving them in a empty box that i unpacked my towels from a few days ago, as a makeshift laundry basket. i step into the shower letting out a long sigh as the warm water hits my face. i take out my body scrub and lather myself down, scrubbing until i feel clean. i wet my hair and massage my shampoo into it almost moaning at how nice it feels to wash all the day old chlorine from the pool out of it. i rinse the suds out of my hair and step out, turning the shower off. i grab two towels from the bathroom closet and dry off my body before wrapping one towel around my body, and one around my hair. i walk over to my sink wiping away the condensation from my mirror and grabbing my toothbrush brush. i brush my teeth as i hum "i feel pretty", that song always gets stuck inside of my head after i watch wss. i place down my tooth brush and open my bathroom door to see boris sitting on the edge of my bed, putting on his Tshirt that he must have slung off at some point last night. i toss my phone onto the bed, "how'd ya sleep?", i ask looking around through my boxes for clean clothes to put on. "like a fucking king new girl. i don't even have to put you on me last night, you turn around and cling to me.", he says standing up and sitting right back down after grabbing his shoes from the floor. "i can't control what i do in my sleep.",. i say with a smile and a shrug as i pull out a pair of shorts and a tank top from a box. "turn around.", i tell him, to which he obeys immediately and faces the wall on far side of my bed. i check to make sure he can't see me and grab a pair of pink sparkly underwear from the box. (listen i just moved here, i don't know where all my thongs are so i'll have to settle for my pink granny panties.). i drop my towel and put on my underwear, shorts, and tank top. "alright you can look now.", i say as i take the towel off of my hair. he nods at my outfit with a smile, "let me go home and brush my teeth, then i'll be ready.", he tells me standing up. "ready for what?", i ask him as he walks my bedroom door. i stop him before i can get my answer, "nuhuh, you come in through the window, you leave through the window. thems the rules kid.", i say blocking him from the door with a smile and pointing to the window. he puts on a crooked smile, "fine fine.", he says turning around and walking to the window. "you just want me to leave like tony leaves", he says as he gets to the window. this boy is going to be making west side story references for as long as he may live, mark my words. i smile at him and shrug my shoulders. "we run errands today new girl, you promise you come with last night.", he says climbing out my window. before i can say anything else he's halfway down the latter and humming "maria", (not very on key if i might add). i shut my window and flop on my bed vaguely remembering the promise of running errands with him. i sit on my phone and scroll through twitter for a long moment before a text pops up on my phone.

boris

in the car. come down when ready.

i slide on my crocs, grab my cart, and head downstairs. i go to the kitchen and leave a note for mom, in case she comes home while im gone (just in case one of our phones are dead and she can't reach me).

going out with my friend for awhile.

see you soon. xoxo

-lucy

i stick the note to the fridge and walk outside. i walk up to boris's car, he gets out to allow me to crawl to the passenger seat. i pick up the pack of cigarettes on the dash and pluck one out, placing it between my lips and lighting it with the lighter in the cup holder. boris gets back in the car holds out his fingers for the cigarette. instead of handing it to him, i place it in between his lips and hold it there for him to drag as he backs out of his driveway. after he takes a few drags of the cigarette, exhaling each puff through his nose, i bring it back to my lips a do the same. "are we not picking up theo?", i ask him as he drives towards the entrance of our neighborhood. "no, he say he wants to keep sleeping and will see us tonight.", he tells me, focusing on the road. "what kind of errands are we running?", i wonder out loud, which draws a small laugh from his lips. "look in here.", he says opening the center console of his car. i turn my head and peak in it to see his small baggie of weed, and about three small bags consisting of white powder. my face glows in excitement and suprise, "is this what i think it is my dear friend?", i say picking up on of the small bags and grinning a grin too big for my face. he looks over at me and smirks, "new girl, don't tell me you do coke.", he says with a hint of disbelief and suspicion in his voice. "i don't "do coke" per say, but when offered it i may partake now and then.", i admit truthfully, which he chuckles at. "you keep surprising me. doesn't let shoes touch her bed sheets, but lets drugs touch her nose. you have interesting brain new girl.", he says as i place the bag back in the console and shut it. let's get a few things straight. i am not a coke addict. i am not a drug addict. when you grow up in new orleans you are legitimately surrounded partying people. when i was back home and would go to parties i would definitely do a bump or two, but do i need it everyday? no. is it something i do by myself? no. is it fun to do to help me let loose and not think about my incredibly shitty life? yes, yes it is. judge me if you want, i certainly judge myself for it but hey, you never know what'd you do in someone else's shoes. "i'm assuming we're dropping those off to people?", i say to him as he drives down a road i've never been on before. "i promised the people who buy from me that i give it to them today, so yes. is ok?", he asks turning to meet my eyes as we stop at a red light. "fine with me.", i say meeting his gaze. the light turns green and he gives me a quick smile before turning back to look at the road. "is supposed to be a party tonight at some private school boys house, i think that's why everyone wants me to bring them their cut today, all the rich kids that go to the private school do the coke.", he says nonchalantly as we make a left turn into a fancy looking neighborhood. my ears perk at this, "a party?", i ask turning to him with an excited smile while i flick my cigarette out of the window . he keeps his eyes on the road and we come to a stop at an empty playground in the neighborhood. well almost empty. "one second Piękny.", he says rolling down his window and giving a two fingered wave to a short muscular boy who's sitting on a bench in the playground.

i have no idea what he just called me but i really don't care right now, im too interested in his sudden change of demeanor as the boy walks up to the car. his face is serious, like the first day i met him, and he doesn't take his eyes off the boy as he approaches us. boris opens the console and grabs one of the bags, feeling the weight in his hand, without looking away from the boy. the boy finally gets to the car and says hello to boris as he smiles a toothy grin. boris nods at him silently and shifts his eyes from the boys eyes to the wad of cash in his right hand. the boys grin turns into more of a closed mouth half smile as he hands boris the money. boris counts it quickly and silently then proceeds to give the boy an approving nod handing him the bag. the boy mutters a awkward thanks and turns around walking away. boris slides the money in his front pocket and rolls up the window. as he starts to drive he lets out a spew of laughter, which tells me it's appropriate for me to laugh now. "ha! did you see how scared i make him?", he asked turning to me in between laughs. "he was fucking shaking! poor dude!", i say laughing so hard my stomach aches. when our laughter dies down he responds to my question from before, "yes new girl, party.". "well can we go?", i ask him excitedly. "eh maybe. is sketchy. i hang around sometimes in case someone wants to buy, but i don't know if i want you there.", he says hesitantly. oh come on. this is not a good look for boris. if i wanna go i'll go i don't need him to tell me that he "doesn't know" if he wants me there. "well if you don't go with me i'll find out where it is and go alone.", i say back quickly. he rolls his eyes as he blows past a stop sign, "fine, we can go. if it start to get...what's the word?", he brings his finger to the side of his head drawing imaginary circles, "crazy?", i say assuming that's the word he's looking for. "ah yes, if it starts to get the crazy we will leave. girls can get hurt at those parties, has happened before.", he tells me with a sigh. "deal", i say happily. i can handle myself if things get "crazy". i'm sure i've been to far more out of control parties then the one we're going to tonight, but my agreement seems to make him happy so i leave it at that. we make a few more stops that were almost exactly like our first stop; we pull up to some rich neighborhood, a kid comes up to boris's car, boris stares them down, counts the money they give him, hands them their bag without a word, and we die laughing as we drive off. after we drop off all four bags we start driving home. "here.", boris says picking up his phone from his lap, "get theo's number from my phone, put in yours, and tell him we're going a saint john's party tonight.". "saint johns?", i ask taking his phone from his hand. "the name of the private school.", he tells me. i think i remember seeing the saint johns school on the way into town. it was small, but looked pretty fancy. i turn on his phone and try to get in but it has a password. smart man, he knows better than anyone to put a lock on his phone considering he broke into mine to sneak his number in their and get my number. "passcode?", i ask him looking up at him. "i think is 1221325, try that.", his brows furrow as he try's to remember the numbers. i laugh, "how do you not know your passcode for certain?", i ask pushing the numbers into the lock screen. "i just change, still trying to memorize.", he tells me as the phone unlocks. i scroll through his small list of contacts in which mine is called, "new girl", very flattering contact name. i find theo after clicking on one that's called, "potter🪄", and add the number into my phone, making him a contact and sending him a short text.

t͟h͟e͟o͟

hey, it's lucy, boris gave

me your number and

told me to tell you that

we’re going to a “saint

john’s” party tonight.

i put boris's phone in his lap and shut off mine. we pull into our neighborhood and take the five minute trip down the street to get to our houses. i pick up my phone and see the nonification of theo's text.

theo

FUCK YEAH! hey ask boris if he can

bring me molly. tell him i say pretty pleaseeee,

he's not answering his phone rn.

i look back up from my phone and at him. are there any drugs he does sell? "theo wants you to bring him molly when we go to the party tonight.", i tell him with a knowing smile. "maybe. he only likes to do it when someone else does it with him and if i go with you tonight then i won't be getting high.", he explains to me. "i'll do it with theo.", i say nonchalantly. he looks over to me and laughs, "ha! you want to do molly?", he asks with his eyebrows raised. "what's so funny about that? i can handle it.", i say back to him slightly defensive. "have you ever done before?", he asks me. i debate on whether to be honest or lie but decide im gonna tell him the truth so i dont have to pretend to know what it feels like. "well, no. but there's a first time for everything.", i say to him confidently. he looks at me with a smirk, "how about this, we go to the party and afterwards if you still want to try, me, you, and potter will all take together, yes?", he asks me. "i don't want you to do while you're there. it would be scary with so many people. plus i want to get fucked too tonight and if you're getting fucked at the party that means i can't.", he tells me. honestly im shocked. i imagined he would say no all together. doing it after the party with just him and theo does sound more fun than just doing it with theo while im in a crowd of people i don't know. "sounds good to me.", i tell him with a smile. i give him a very quick thank you kiss and watch him give me a toothy grin after. he opens the car door and steps out, which allows me to crawl across from the passenger side and get out as well. "thanks for taking me on your little errand run, but im gonna go inside and eat before i start getting ready for the party.", i tell him as we stand outside of his car. "you go do that new girl, answer phone when i text!", he tells me as i walk away to my house. "i will!", i call back as i open my front door and walk inside. tonight is gonna be so fucking fun.

end of part nine, i’ll probably have part ten published by tmrw:)

[lgcjino]

 FILE: MOON JINO _ A LETTER TO MOON JINO (2022 VERSION)

hey, dude, long time no see?

how's 2022?

are you still that lost boy following after his sister to seoul without a clue of what comes next? 

— well, hopefully you are and i’ve caught you at just the right time! you don’t know it yet but life just about to get started, you’re going to meet so many new people: some you’ll know for a few days, others a couple seasons and many more for life.

some of these people will become your bestest friends that you can’t imagine life without; some you'll lose along the way, in time, you’ll come to understand the reasons to why they left; and some you'll feel like life itself won't mean a thing without them.

so, with that said, i want to thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for always being so open to new experiences, meeting new people and trying new things; to never being scared of the inevitable or the unknown; and to always jumping into things without thinking them through.

sure, it’ll get you into some tough shit but you’ll get through it, you always do.

(also, when old women approach you cantoring about god, run away dude! they aren't normal christian folk!)

you’ll have some broken hearts and countless doubts, but you’ll see yourself through the fog of heartbreak and come breaking through the walls of uncertainty. yea — the idol trainee life doesn’t work out but we didn’t exactly plan for it to in the first place, right? 

becoming an actor also wasn’t part of the plan but it’s the side quest you’re currently loving and will, one day, realize is no longer a side quest but your true calling. it opens doors to a world you’ve never seen before.

black banquet may had been your first taste but it won’t be your last! the experience of being on camera for the first, official time will be scary. a new experience unlike any other — you’ll be doubtful, nervous, a fish out of water! but it passes, you’ll gain your courage and you’ll find your strengths; you’ll stumble through your weaknesses but it gets easier, better with time as you gain your footing in the industry. you’ll also meet people who instill in you a sense of confidence you can’t find anywhere else. 

you’ll take a liking to variety shows, star top pet care is one of many examples of it! a change of pace from the mundane of reading scripts and korean enunciations. it’s also where you’ll meet the bestest girl in the world and find that you can’t quite live without her; a furry little chocolate sunshine who’s a little too much like you than you’d like to admit.

it’s a responsibility you were quick to take on and i can assure you, you will have no regrets doing so!

starting g'day jino was also a challenge you probably didn’t see coming. after years of loving music, you’ve finally found a place to put it all that managing a youtube channel becomes more of a hobby than a job. something you love to do rather than are pained to do. yes, the camera is awkward at first but you get used to it. as you read through the comments, be sure to skip the mean ones, they’re just noise. there’ll be many others that support your taste and will even recommend you some new artists to support! it just takes time. it’s through that experience that helps you land a contract with samsung! surprising, right? even, i, living in this present, am still surprised by the score of a lifetime. you’re not as uncreative as you think, moon jino. 

i can’t say for certain i know what comes next for us but knowing us, we’ll take it as it comes.

you’ve always had your head on straight and sure, your personal life has taken a few hits this past year but you’ve always known in your heart what you wanted, this year, you'll really know what you want but just reach for the stars, dude! they’re closer than you think.

your older, wiser and much more handsome self, 

jino from 2025.

(ps. yes, in the end, you get the girl: it’ll take a while but you’re in for a surprise! she'll be full of surprises 👀)

[boinkyyy]

OOOH OOH 6, 10 and 14 for the questions u just renlogged pls!! :3

6. Favorite/Least Favorite Places

Aidan: Can't say Aidan liked Santa Monica all that much. Place was just a little depressing; he does better when the area's livelier. Why do you think he lived in Hollywood? Tucson isn't half-bad either, although he'd like to go to Vegas. Or Seattle one day. Yea, that sounds nice.

Cade: Tallahassee is an accursed city and Cade's happy that he never had to live there long-term. He does, however, love the rest of Florida, for the most part. Lovely beaches, quirky locale and very sunny. Too sunny. Good thing he won't have to deal with that anymore...

10. Favorite/Least Favorite Early/Mid Childhood Memory

Aidan: Aidan's favorite childhood memory was when he and his friends were fucking around in a water park and his friend tried to do a superman dive down the water slide and completely ate shit, knocking out their two front teeth. Aidan laughed so hard while standing next in line that he slipped and also busted his ass on the slide, colliding with his friend in the process. They were in a lot of trouble but both got to eat ice cream afterwards.

His least favorite was when he had to get fourteen stitches up his arm because that shitty dog that the neighbor never bothered to train, take inside, leash or feed finally hopped the fence and tried to maul the family lab when he was taking it out on a walk and he had to fend it off while his dad scrambled for the gun. That, and the time in middle school when his friends pranked him by putting laxatives in his brownie and then clogging all the school toilets with paper towels.

Cade: Cade's favorite childhood memory was the time he got to stay over for three whole nights at his friend's house and do things like chase frogs through the mud or play video games without being screamed at. Their house had so many snacks, too. He got to eat as much Kraft mac n' cheese, dino nuggies and cosmic brownies as he wanted, and he was able to fall asleep safe, warm and with a full stomach for at least a couple of nights.

As for least favorite...Cade doesn't really want to talk about it. There's a reason why he's estranged from his mortal parents beyond the fact that the Masquerade demands it.

14. Favorite/Least Favorite Song/Band/Music Genre

Aidan: Aidan cannot fucking stand Celine Dion and most slow/soft pop ballads for some reason, but get him drunk enough and he WILL scream-sing along to Whitney Houston. In the 2020's, he gets "Pink Pony Club" stuck in his head and refuses to admit that he likes it.

His favorite genres are nu/thrash metal and divorced dad rock. He's a fan of Metallica, Limp Bizkit, Disturbed, Korn, Nickelback, etc. The works.

Cade: Cade is a POP GIRLY through and through. Catch this man singing along to Lady Gaga in the car and with 2010's Ke$ha as his ringtone. He hates breakcore and country music and is ambivalent to most other genres.

[eienshi09]

Final Fantasy IV (DS) - Final Thoughts

I actually finished the game last... October? or so but haven't had the motivation to write down my thoughts about it in full. But I just started Final Fantasy V so I figure I should probably put something out about IV before getting too far along and... Well, I really wish I had picked up the Pixel Remaster or replayed the GBA version instead of the DS remake, but more on that later. Playing through Final Fantasy IV again at all was, for me, part nostalgia trip and part realization how far the series had come - both up to that point in the then-nascent franchise and since then til now. Final Fantasy IV is a culmination of the lessons learned from the first three - taking the grander scale in narrative of Final Fantasy II and the expanded job features of III - then adding a major focus on its cast and characters, combining them all into what would become the basis for every Final Fantasy game going forward. Or, as Dan Floyd of PlayFrame put much more elegantly: "Final Fantasy IV is where Final Fantasy becomes itself."

IV's story, though more epic and dramatic than entries past, does kind of just follow a basic Hero's Journey structure. However, what makes it compelling are its characters. While, yea, in 2024, FFIV's characters may bekind of one-note and trope-y but they're done well enough that you still care enough to want to see their story play out. And there is a sort of timelessness you get for playing in long-standing archetypes: Cecil is a man conflicted, wondering if he is doing the right thing even if he is just following orders then later dealing with the guilt of his horrific misdeeds and striving to atone for them. These themes of one's duty versus doing what's actually the right thing and of redemption and atonement are still very relatable today. Granted, the rest of the cast don't get near as much development but their characters still shine through the mechanics if not the actual narrative and dialogue. Final Fantasy IV is the first one to give its characters not only a job but also abilities to match their personalities. Yang is a stoic and disciplined martial artist so his unique skills as a Monk are Brace to reduce incoming damage and Focus to increase the power of his next attack; Rydia's trauma from her village burning down results in her not knowing the Fire spells; Edward doesn't fight very well and is kind of a coward so his other signature move is Hide. For such a subtle thing, it adds a lot of flavor to the characters and the world even. This extra care and attention given to the characters to make them lovable and charming and endearing will go on to create some of the most iconic and beloved characters in all of gaming, and it all starts here.

Now - while I still hold Final Fantasy IV as a whole in high regard - playing through it this time, I realized why I had so many abandoned starts with the DS remake before: the unbalanced difficulty did not make the game feel challenging or skill testing at all but rather made it feel grindy at best and outright frustrating at worst. And I promise I won't bring up random encounters for every single entry going forward, but you especially feel it here. In the early game when you mostly have just 2-3 party members - and when they tend to join several levels behind which normally would be one of those cute mechanics showing character things mentioned earlier - random encounters can be brutal and have very little counterplay. Just hope you don't see a certain enemy composition or get ambushed or you will lose a party member. It's not really a challenge when you have little other option except pray for good RNG or level grind: it's frustration or tedium. The increased difficulty did make some of the boss fights more engaging as I had think through my strategy and adapt it when I messed up an ATB timing or a hit was harder than I expected. But those fights were few and far between with only the tedious slog of random encounters in the interim even when you have a full party. And given that they added a new Normal Mode while making what was the DS version Hard Mode when they ported this 3D remake to mobile and PC, I feel is an admission they had overtuned the difficulty for a first playthrough. I can probably write an entire other post about why the DS version specifically sucks but if you read through all that and take just one thing away from this post: avoid the DS version of Final Fantasy IV and play literally any other version.

[iloveaustinelvisandmannymore]

Ain't that something part 2

Part 1, part 3

Pairing: Austin!Elvis x fem reader, Oliva!Priscilla x reader. A!Elvis x O!Priscilla.

Requested: kinda

A/n: I have a few more things I want to add to this fanfic, so I'm gonna do a part 3, I hope you enjoy it. I tried lol. Also 'Ma' is Lisa's name for you

Warning: M/f/f, polyamorous relationship, breeding kink, degrading and praise kink, unplanned pregnancy, Fluff, oral sex (Fem receiving) spanking, hair pulling, creampie, cum eating, Elvis is free, unprotected sex, age gap(the reader is 19, Elvis is 32, and Priscilla is 22), Augst. Sex scene ahead, skip it if it makes you uncomfortable.

"Yes," Priscilla moans, back against the backboard of the black and gold-themed king-size bed, legs spread as you drag your tongue between her folds,finger deep in her pussy and twisting your waist as you fingering her.

Elvis's hips smacked into your already bruised ass as he traced kisses along your spine, your chest against the mattress, and your ass in the air. "G-good?" Priscilla asked, a moan slipping out as you swirled your tongue around her clit.

"Fuckin' wonderful, such a slut, letting me use her" Elvis grunted, cock drilling in you faster as he slaps your ass, making you yelp and moan into Priscilla's cunt. Her fingers tagging at your hair, gently, not wanting to hurt you.

"Want her pregnant, fill her with cum." Elvis groaned, pussy drunk. Priscilla watches her husband lose himself in the pleasure of you, his gaze on where you and he are connected before he looks at her.

"Yea?" Priscilla whined out, as a harsh suck comes to her clit.

Elvis takes his hands off your hips, put them by where your chest is on the bed and straightens his legs like a pushup position, and uses the strength in said legs to pound downwards into your pussy, heavy balls smack hard on your clit, the pain brings a pleasure you've come love. You fight to keep your ass in the air as he does this, uncontrollable moans and squeals leave your mouth, and into Priscilla's pussy, you thrust your finger into her faster hitting her G-spot and tongue lapping at her folds.

"Kiss me," Elvis pants out to Priscilla, close to busting inside of you but he won't cum, not until you and Cilla do. She leans closer to Elvis and pulls him into a kiss full of tongue, her hips bucking against your tongue, and Elvis pounding not letting up once. You rip your finger from her, leaving her empty but not for long, you stick your tongue as far as you can reach and swirls it around her walls, nose rubbing against her clit. Finally, she comes, covering your tongue and chin.

"Fuck!" Priscilla gasped after she comes down from her high and with a sharp roll of Elvis's hips, the knot inside you snaps, your cum coats his cock, the overwhelming feeling of your pussy clamping down on him finally pushes him over the break of pure pleasure ans his warm cum fills you so much a ring of yours and his cum wraps around his cock.

"Such a good girl, our pretty girl" Elvis said after he caught his breath, slowly pulling out causing a bit of his seed to drip out of your beat up pussy.

Priscilla hums in agreement as she strokes your hair, a loving smile on her face as she watches you gather your strength after such a harsh pounding. "I need a shower," You say as you hop off the bed to shower first, almost falling before getting your footing, chuckles and giggles sound from behind you as you enter the bathroom and close the door.

"Ya really like her?" Elvis questioned Priscilla, getting off the bed and walking to get a change of sheet from the dresser "I do." She answered as she starts to take off the bed blankets, pillows, and sheets.

It's been a whole month since she caught you both and well, she liked what she saw, you were beautiful and had a beautiful personality, sure you could be a smart ass and sassy but you were also sweet, kind, and loving, it was impossible not to love or like you, even Lisa Marie took to you as soon as she met you, and she was starting to see you as a second mother.

"I want ask her to move in" Elvis suddenly said helping to change the sheets, bringing Priscilla out of her thoughts. A part of her loved the idea but want would you think? Is it too soon? But then again Elvis has been dating you for 4 months now. " I don't know honey," she tailed off, she didn't want to scare you off, she was starting to like-love you.

And she knew Elvis already loved you, and they couldn't lose you. "Just really think about it ok? " She continued, Elvis hummed and nodded his head. Finally, they finished making the bed, and just in time you come out with a towel around you, and a smile still on your face. "Nice shower little darlin'?" Elvis asked, as you walk to him, you just nod before bringing him in a sweet but short kiss.

"Can I use one of your PJs?" You ask sweetly, "Sure baby." Elvis gives your ass one last hard smack for the night, a yelp makes it past your lips and you stop to look at him with a pouty look on your face before strolling into the walk-in closet to seek your favorite of his PJs.

.......

Priscilla steps out of the large bathroom, her body calling to her to sleep. She closes the door and turns to see you and Elvis fast asleep under the covers.

she must of taking too long after her shower, being the last to take one. The sight truly warms her heart. Elvis is on his back, you're snuggled into his right side, head on his chest and his arm is around you. She puts on a nightie to join you two. She moves under the cover, and into Elvis's left.

'Please let it stay like this forever,'. Priscilla thinks to herself as sleep overcomes her.

.......

Your eyes shot open as a wave of nausea flows over you, and you scurry out of bed trying you're best to be quiet. You reach the toilet just in time. You throw up the dinner you had the night before eventually, you had empty anything in your stomach you shakily got up to use your toothbrush, why not have one at Graceland because you were here most of the time.

This has been happening every morning without fail, you had a theory as to why this is happening, and today you have to make sure about it, exiting the restroom and getting a pen and paper from the nightstand drawer 'My loves, I'm sorry to have left without saying goodbye but something happened. family emergency. I'll see you two soon. Love your pretty girl, (y/n).

You laid down the pen on the paper before finding your clothes, putting them on, and putting Elvis Pj you used in the laundry basket before making your way down the stairs, and out the door. Your car keys were in hand as you walked to the car Elvis had brought for you, the morning light shines bright on your pretty (f/c) Cadillac. Getting in you start to drive to your apartment but not before stopping at a drugstore to grab a few things.

You finally made it to your destination. You parked your ride in the resigned parking lot, locking the car as you get out and walked up the walkway to your apartment door. Thoughts race inside your head while you step into your cheap home and immediately head to the small restroom. The bag from the drugstore In hand.

Turning on the light, You take a deep breath "You can do it." you whispered to yourself as you take the pregnancy tests, 4 tests to be exact out of the said bag. You do your business and wait for the results.

You fidget with the hem of your flowy dress skirt as you sit on your couch and wait for the timer you use to cook and bake to go off for the 5 minutes like the directions on a box said. The timer went off giving you a mini heart attack you put a hand to your heart before, rushing to turn off the timer and check the tests.

You paused at the door frame before stepping into the bathroom and it was like time stopped as you looked down at the tests that changed your life forever. All of them were "Positive" you stammered into the unbearable silence and the thoughts you tried so hard to push at the back of your mind, hits you like a train.

'What I'm going to do?'

'I'm only 19, yes I've wanted to be a mother but not this young, and not only that I'm pregnant with a married man'

'What would Priscilla think? What about Elvis? Will he hate me when he finds out?' Will she?'

You didn't even realize you were crying until you watch a teardrop hit the surface of the sink. "It will be okay, just take a week and think about what to do. It's gonna be fine" You comfort yourself as you wipe the tears off. You throw away the tests into the small trash can beside the toilet, turn the lights off, and went to get ready for work.

.......

You should have known Elvis would show up at your apartment complex, one thing you loved about him is when it came to you he never left a problem unfixed, rather it was something bothering you or it was about your relationship. He would fix it with a sweet gesture of love and affection or just plain-out listen to you. So you shouldn't be surprised that it wasn't even day four of pretending Elvis and Priscilla didn't exist, before he's here.

You let out a big sigh as you opened the door knowing full well that if Elvis wanted something he'd get it. Almost as immediately as you open and before you gesture to come in, he was already walking passed you. "Darlin'" Elvis paused for a second to gather his thoughts before continuing "Why are ya ignoring me? Was it something I did? Cilla's worried ya know. Tell me what's wrong so I can fix it." Elvis blurts out. It was now or never.

"I'm pregnant Elvis. You're going to be a father, again." You explained eyes closed. you didn't want to see the hatred and disappointment on the man you loved's face. A few seconds have gone by but it felt like hours when you felt his hands on your waist before you were lifted off the ground and into the air. Your eyes shot open and your hands grip Elvis's shoulders as he twirls you two around in circles. A Joyce laugh leaves him and his eyes, oh his beautiful blue eyes shined brighter than the clearest of skies on a sunny day.

"Y-you're not mad" You stutter as he puts you down and into a warm, loving embrace. "Why would I be mad? Don't ya remember why I put that pretty ring on your finger?" Elvis pulls back to look at you and gestures to your hand that has the heart-shaped ring on it. "I promised to love ya for the rest of my life, I meant it, pretty girl," he said honestly. "I love you, Elvis." You smiled softly before it dropped. "I'm sorry I pretended that you and Cilla didn't exist, I was, just so scared and nervous." You apologized looking at the floor of the living room.

"Oh. Darlin' that baby will be so loved, Lisa Marie has been asking for a little sibling from her 'Ma'. Priscilla will love it as her own. Move in with me, Cilla, and little Lisa. Where you belong." Elvis asked his hands gently making you look at him and like that all your worries, doubts, and insecurities are washed away. You nodded and that gorgeous grin appears on his face.

'It's gonna be ok'

[nativeofsumeru]

Reliving the Past (Sampo x Reader x Gepard) (PART ONE)

A/N: Most likely will be in parts!

(not proofread)

~~

"It still feels like you haven't been gone a day." Serval said, smiling at you as you both carried packages into Neverwinter Workshop. You'd just recently resumed your status as an employee. Might take a bit longer to get your spot back on Serval's band though, but regardless, you were just happy to have your best friend back.

"I'm glad to be back too. Time in the Underworld was pretty rough." You reply, placing the package you carried on top of another inside the shop.

"Yea, it was a pretty tough day when you left...Gepard took it the hardest..." There was a momentary awkward pause in the air. Many memories came flooding back to you.

~~~

(Flashback)

"Awwww! Go on, Lil Geppie! Ask them out!" Serval pushed with a wide grin on her face. She was so excited, her little brother and her best friend together, was this a dream come true?

"Serval, no! What if they say no?!" Gepard defended, face red, in a more hushed as if someone were going to hear.

"Look at how flustered you are right now, it's adorable!"

"Serval!"

"Don't worry Geppie, I know they won't say no. And you'll never know they're answer if you never ask."

"Mm." Gepard began to twiddle his thumbs. He'd really had the biggest crush on (Y/N) since they were all kids. He still couldn't get the brave and strong (Y/N)(L/N) of the Underworld out of his head. Every time he heard Serval, Cocolia, and (Y/N) were going to hang out, he'd try anything just to tag along and spend time with them.

"U-uh (Y/N)...hi." Confused they tilted their head to the side. Aeons help him. The cuteness overload was almost going to make him explode.

"Gepard? What are you doing here?" At this point they were concerned. Gepard was red as a strawberry and was noticeably sweating. "Is this everything?"

"Uh um well, I-" Gepard began to stammer. He couldn't do this! He was too nervous. Then he remembered his sister's words regarding his possible rejection.

'Don't worry Geppie, I know they won't say no.' His sister's words resonated with him a bit. How could he have been so stupid? She was trying to tell him this whole time!

Frustrated, he let out a long sigh at the realization, putting his head in his head, the flowers he was hiding behind his back finally revealing themselves at his side.

"Gepard?" (Y/N) nervously asked, now starting to feel as if it was oddly hot in there.

"May I come in please?" He finally asked, with some slightly newfound confidence. (Y/N) nodded rapidly, gladly opening the door all the way to let him in.

"You two really do make the cutest couple." (Y/N) couldn't help but chuckle a bit, head resting in their hand as they watched their lover grab some more snacks from their table at Cocolia's inauguration.

"Yea..." They couldn't deny it. Gepard really was the best.

"Oh (Y/N), are those googly eyes I see you making at that Landau boy?" Cocolia teased on her way over to the table.

"Yea, does he have an S/O? I'd like to ask him out sometime." (Y/N) played along.

"(Y/N). That's your boyfriend." Cocolia's friends laughed at how she took their joking play along seriously.

"I know. How lucky am I?" Just then, he waved at them from across the venue. They couldn't help the small spark inside their heart at that moment.

"(Y/N) you can't be serious."

"Yes I AM Gepard. You don't understand."

"You're right, I don't. So please, explain it to me. Moving to the Overworld with me full time has never been an issue before, why is it all of a sudden now?" Their lover pleaded.

"The removal of Silverman Guards is the issue here Gepard. Can't you see? There is dangerous threats of possible Fragmentum corrosion and monsters. The people will be defenseless!" At this, he stayed silent. He couldn't argue with that fact and the very likely possibilities. He scratched his neck not knowing how to respond without sounding selfish.

"I'm sorry, but this move will have to wait. I can't move here permanently in good consciousness knowing my family is likely to suffer. They live in one of the higher risk areas of the Underworld. It's not exactly like they're the wealthy enough to move. If something happened to them and I was just up here acting as if nothing was wrong, I'd never forgive myself."

There was a pause in the argument. Everything they said held truth behind it. The truth was, that everything was so complicated. He ran every possible solution through his mind and that's when he came to realize, his newly acquired badge as a Silvermane Guard was starting to become more of a nuisance than a blessing. He couldn't move down to the Underworld with them.

His heart became heavy at this realization. There was no use convincing them, he'd be stupid to even try.

"I understand." Was all he could muster out. "It's likely if the Fragmentum worsens...it's likely that many communication lines and back and forth transport will be shut down."

"I don't like where this is going."

"I'm just trying to think about this rationally."

"What are you trying to say?"

"I'm trying to think of a way I could still come see you (Y/N). I'm not going to leave you here to fend for yourself forever."

That stupid Silvermane badge glistened in the light, almost as if taunting the couple. What was once such a prized possession and reward for the training he went through was suddenly proving to make their lives very difficult.

They had one thing to consider, even if cell communication wasn't interrupted, who's to say he wouldn't be sent to the frontlines of the blizzard and the Fragmentum. It was very likely to worsen. He wouldn't be able to communicate then. Letters don't make it that far and with all protection gone from the Underworld, the inhabitants would need all the consistent protection they could get.

"Be safe, (Y/N)." Serval said sadly.

"I will be. And I won't be gone forever, just until the Fragmentum slows down. Then I'll be back." They replied with a smile. Serval nodded.

"And I promise to stay in touch. Expect phone calls almost every night." You chuckled a bit.

"I will. Try and keep Cocolia in check alright? Aeons know she's a handful for just one of us alone."

"Don't worry. Just cause she's Supreme Guardian now doesn't mean she can escape all our inside jokes." (Y/N) looked behind her at the sheepish looking Gepard standing behind his sister. The brave and intimidating Silvermane Guard was here reduced to nothing but a puppy in the presence of his lover. Serval noticed the tension and began to walk away, letting the couple have their space.

"I'm being sent off to the front lines tomorrow." Gepard shared solemnly. Both were silent for a moment, the air was thick.

"How long?"

"I don't know."

"I see."

"...I love you, (Y/N)." They couldn't bare to look at him in the eyes. Of course he'd finally say 'I love you' right at the moment they were about to give him some bad news.

"Um, Gepard?"

"Hm?"

"Let's take a break." His eyes went wide at this suggestion.

"I-I..."

"It's just that, we don't know what the future will hold right now. Much less when the next time we'll see each other is. It may be a few months or it may be 10 years! How about for now, you and I, we just stick a pin in it, put it on pause." He stayed silent listening to what they were saying. "Let's just pause this for now and pick back up next time we meet. And if we're still single by then, we can continue on. However, I don't want to hold you back or be a distraction from your from your duties."

"I understand. I, too, wouldn't want to be a burden on you either. Just be safe (Y/N)." Deep down he knew this was probably the smartest solution. It's likely they wouldn't be able to see each other again for the next decade. Might as well, leave the door open to continue life and live onward instead of being stuck in the past.

'Yes, this is the best solution.'

Before boarding the trolley, (Y/N) gently grabbed his hand, leaning in and giving him a kiss on the lips.

"Goodbye, Gepard. I love you too." And with that they were gone, headed towards the tram with their belongings.

"Farewell, (Y/N)." You were out of earshot now. "Until next time."

What neither expected, was the near permanent shutdown of transportation between the Over and Underworld.

~~

"Good afternoon ladies. (Y/N) darling, are you ready for dinner tonight?" You were snapped out of your thoughts at the sight of your lover in the doorway.

His goofy smile and silky blue haired self stood there, staring at you like you were the most prized object in the shop.

"Sampo! You came just in time, they just finished helping me bring in all these packages from outside." Serval stated, walking up to the front desk. She wasn't necessarily fond of him after his more than unsavory acts during the situation with the Stellaron in her opinion. Although you had to agree many of his actions were uncalled for, you had to give him the benefit of the doubt. They made sense to him in his own weird way and he almost always meant well. You still remember the conversation she had with you.

It was during your reunion breakfast and you insisted she told you the story of the Stellaron before you bombarded her with your life story since you'd left. That when she said the name "Sampo".

~~

"Then this one guy, called himself Sampo-"

"You know Sampo?" Serval's jaw went slack.

"Do you know Sampo?"

"Yea, he's my boyfriend."

"I'm sorry, what?!" You shrunk in your seat a bit at this explosive response.

"I can respect you've moved on from Gepard, but HIM?! Of all people? Seriously?!"

~~

"Oh, hey. I was just finishing up here." You said, adjusting the placement of one of the boxes before it fell off.

"Are those the things for that one 'super big client’ project you were telling me so much about?” Sampo inquired. You nodded with a small smile.

“Yea, if this project is successful, that means I’ll be one to start spoiling you on our weekly dates.”

“No can do sugar cube. That is your lovely Sampo Koski’s job. Besides, what good would I be in the relationship anymore if I didn’t get to spoil you every now and then, huh?” Serval rolled her eyes. As much as she didn’t like him, he made you happy and that’s all that mattered she guesses. It had been over a decade after all, and you’d changed a lot, so it’s not out of the realm of possibility that you’d find yourself attracted to such a man.

“Alright love birds, shoo! I’m closing down for the night.”

“Serval, are you sure? I can help shut down, don’t worry.” Serval was about to accept your help until she looked at the time. That’s when she became nervous.

“Nope! No need! I can do it on my own! Now go, go!” She insisted frantically.

“Uh, ok. See you tomorrow, Serval!” You waved.

“Bye! See you tomorrow!” She waved, desperately waiting for you to leave.

“That friend of yours is acting kind of strange, don’t ya think?” Sampo whispered to you as he held the door front door open for you to walk through. “After you, my dear.” You shrugged, assuming she just had something private to do and you were intruding. Either way, you had a date to get to and who knows what Sampo has planned for you back at his apartment later that night. He has been making some pretty needy, suggestive remarks to you lately. Bless his soul, you were trying to see how long this behavior would last.

“(Y/N)?” You recognized that voice and froze in your tracks, not daring to look up.

“O-oh Dear Silvermane Captain. D-Don’t mind us, we were just leaving and we’ll be right out of your way.” Sampo began, nervously, expecting the guard would smite him or surprise him with another arrest chase. When no such advance was made, he started to study the situation unfolding before him.

That’s when he noticed you staring at the guard with wide eyes, the guard staring back.

That twinkle in your eyes…that’s how you would look at him.

[rainiishowers]

Phantom Pain | Obey Me |

A/N: Have my offering to the angst gods I'm not the best at writing this kind of but I hope to whoever like angst, this is good Perhaps a part two if y'all really want it CW: Mention of panic attacks and murder ------- Sometimes, whenever you were in the same room as Belphegor, you couldn't help but curl up in on yourself, hiding the most vulnerable places on your body such as your neck and arms, and sometimes you felt a lingering phantom pain if Belphie got too close, you tried not to make it noticeable but that too would make you curl up and recoil from him. You weren't sure how much you trusted Belphie now, but you never touched upon the subject with anyone except mentioning to Mammon a few times, and he was clearly worried for you, and he just seemed all the more attached to you, especially around the youngest.  Despite some plans on one day, you canceled a star-gazing day with Belphie after noticing how incredibly pissy he was being today, and you did not want to be alone with a pissy Belphegor. So when you told him that you had to cancel during dinner, everyone started to get both intrigued, and worried, Mammon however clearly knew what was up. "Did I do something wrong?" Belphie asked. "Ahh, nope!" You lie. "MC." Lucifer's eyebrows furrowed. "Meet me in my office after dinner." --- So here you were, in a chair, nervously waiting for Lucifer to finish his chores and finally come to talk to you, you had an idea of what he wanted, perhaps it was a question he had. You direct your head to the door when it opens and Lucifer walks in, closing it behind him and going over to his desk and sitting in the chair across from you. He stared at you rather intensely before his expression seemed to of softened up a bit. "MC, I couldn't help but notice how you act around Belphie sometimes, I assume you are uncomfortable around him ever since he has. murdered you?"  "Observant as always" You chuckle a bit. "The longer I spend around him, the more anxious I get.. That's why I always excuse myself so I don't have a full blown panic attack" You look down at your hands to seem them shaking ever so slightly as the phantom pain once again laced your neck. "I see.." He sighs. ".If you so wish I could possibly set up a plan for you to stay at Purgatory Hall for the however long you wish, I can't guarantee anything but I'm sure the residents there would be glad to have you" You smile and nod. "Yea, thanks Lucifer" Getting up, you sigh, perhaps you should open up to the others, if the feelings through the pacts hasn't worried them, which didn't seem likely, than it was you cancelling the plans with Belphie, which you rarely did. Since everyone has left to do their own thing by now, you walk out of Lucifer's office, go to the living room and text the group chat. - - - MC: Can everyone come to the living room? It's kind of important Satan: I was just going over to your room with Asmo to check on you, we'll be right there. - - - You had a sinking feeling in your stomach this won't go well...

[mminttae]

Clandestine | 02

-> Pairing : Jeon Jungkook x reader

-> Genre : tattoo!artist Jungkook, mafia! JJK,mafia au, bloody!missions, slight violence, got secrets they can't tell, angst, romance, Jungkook's part time job is flirting, sad (backstory), Y/N is strong!

-> Summary : who would have known that just doing a part time job at a night club would lead you to the tattoo artist Jeon Jungkook's messed up world. One letter related to the secret comes out of your mouth you'll be laying in Jungkook's arms but alive or not, that's not guaranteed...

-> Word Count : 4.286 K ( A/N: I’m increasing words )

-> T/W body language, killing, curse words and intimacy are included in the story (you may read if you're comfortable with these)

Part : 2

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Jungkook's mouth opened and closed like a goldfish. Even if me saying that line didn't flatten him enough I knew the nickname did as it always have been doing. It was clearly visible that he didn't expect me to be this bold suddenly. But he being himself smirked after a couple of seconds as his hand snaked up to grab my wrist pulling me more closer "Sure princess.. Do you want to go to the trip now? " His tongue rolling over his bottom lip as his piercing doe eyes holding so many thoughts looked at my lips then to my eyes.

"I don't want to interrupt but the trip has to be postponed "Jimin interferes in the moment, his eyes narrowed and only looking at me as if scared that the younger guy would throw him out if he locked eyes with his. Making a 'tch' sound Jungkook raises his eyebrows at Jimin in a manner that reads he's asking why postpone. I yeet his hand which was holding my wrist and get off from the table clearing my throat while fixing the skirt and apron. Jungkook clearly disappointed for not being able to hear my answer gets up from the seat while putting the black leather jacket around his shoulders. Jimin and Taehyung following him gets up too grabbing their bags. Jungkook walked up to me while fixing his bangs with his index finger.

"Gotta go princess a client's waiting" Nodding I proceeded to walk away but I could hear Jungkook saying with a sad dramatic tone. "Atleast act that you don't want me to go". I'm afraid I won't be able to because I myself don't know what this client of yours gonna do if you don't go on time. Is the person waiting even a client or not? Knitting my eyebrows I look back only to meet with strangers taking up the seat. The three tall mesmerizing men with inks on their body not to be seen anywhere. I don't know what's going on in that foolish yet extremely clever brain of yours but...

Be careful Mr. Artbook..

End of YOUR POV

Mid summer yet the night breeze is able to run shivers down your spine. Not a single soul in sight.

10 at night maybe the shopkeepers closed down the shutters and went to bed. Not many shops here in this area to even begin with. The only workshop's bell which rings here is the Jeon's Tattoo corner which has been ringing from the morning today , seemed to have stopped in the evening but now making its sound again. "Argh I should really break down this bell "

With an annoyed expression the black haired guy opens the drawers searching for a fresh towel. The tall man who just entered the shop walked past the desk table, turning the door knob and allowing himself inside the cozy room. His loud footsteps on the wooden floor telling Jungkook that the guest has arrived.

"Where were you? I waited here for five minutes then went inside the nearby plant store to kill time"

Taking off the long coat the tall silver haired guy walks up to the chair positioned in the middle of the room beside the various tools. "Sorry hyung, Taehyung and Jimin wanted a new tattoo so went to hear out their designs"

Jungkook says, eyebrows knitted while he fishes out the stencil of the beautiful clematis he has drawn beforehand of the leader's arrival. Smiling to himself he walks up to the seated boss whose like a big brother to him, he puts the stencil aside. Taking out a black rubber band from his pocket he takes his hair and ties it up to a small ponytail before taking out a drawer full of tattoo needles and inks. "Heard that Yoongi started boxing classes with you"

The older male speaks as his lip corners slowly moves upwards. Jungkook giving out a laugh says, "Yea Yoongi hyung be moving like a turtle. "

The thought of his hyung boxing and whining that it's hard is enough to make the little one giggle. Taking out a small wooden stool with one hand as the other one was holding the tattoo gun, Jungkook sits himself beside the strong looking man who rolls up his shirt's sleeves revealing all the different type of arts and words of different languages tattooed on his arm.

"Need chewing gum?"

The younger one asks at the thought that it might hurt but the older one replies plainly that he's fine after all his skin had been coming in contact with this gun for a long time now. Jungkook nods before resting the needle on the free space on the top of the man's biceps before starting to draw on it, the awestrucking clematis. "Was thinking of getting a lip piercing but not being able to get it cuz of the adults in the house"

The man says while his dimples makes visits to his cheeks.

"The exact same reason why am postponing on getting an eyebrow piercing"

Jungkook replies as he carefully moves the tattoo gun sideways on the man's bicep.

"So when are you planning on telling your sister?"

He asks as the silver haired guy closes his eyes once realizing what Jungkook meant.

"When the time's right.. "

He replies, slowly opening his eyes his gaze meeting the ceiling.

"But first we need to pinpoint Mr. Choi's location"

Replying with a small and quiet yes Jungkook draws the details on the flower carefully.

"Seokjin has been checking the cctvs regularly and the only thing he found was the black hyundai stopping at a night club at exactly 7pm every Tuesday and Wednesday"

"What's the night club's name? "

Jungkook asks as he draws on the small leaves.

"Hell's night club"

With just the mention of the night club's name Jungkook's hand stops moving as his eyes widened. "Isn't that the club you often visit with the others? "

The silver haired man asks making Jungkook quietly nod his head. If the most feared mafia in the country slash his team's biggest rival had been going to the exact same club at the exact same time as his how come he never saw the familiar old man's face? He thought.

What kind of person does the man disguise him as that even Jimin who encountered him multiple times doesn't notice. "You should be careful and try to see your clients faces carefully and see if they match that old fart's face or not"

Jungkook humming a response continued on giving the clematis it's final touch. Finishing the tattoo he removes the gun making the silver haired man sit up straight and fix his shirt.

"You know what to do right?"

Jungkook asks referring to putting on Vaseline ointment on the tattoo and stuffs. The older guy nods while fetching his coat. "I'll get going then. Thanks for the tattoo kook"

Jungkook simply nods his mind stuck in a different topic. Putting the equipments away and tidying up the towels as the older guy leaves the shop and disappears into the darkness of the night in the empty alleyway, Jungkook couldn't help but think about what you were up to. His mind stitching up different negative thoughts together.

"If Mr. Choi is really going to that club then he must have seen Y/N always talking to us..... What if he does something to her? " Jungkook asks to himself and the next thing he does is take his bag, turn off the lights, lock the doors and run off to meet you.

• -

"I'll be off then"

Bowing politely you take hold of the two big disposable bags and huff out a breathe when you realize how heavy both of them were. Kicking the back staff door with your leg open the first thing you see is Jeon Jungkook leaning on the wall infront. His hair tied up in a small ponytail, a bag hung around his shoulder and inked hands resting inside his jeans pockets. His eyes falls on your hands holding the disposable garbage bags, sighing he walks up to you.

"I thought your job was to serve and take orders not bring out garbages" You looked down at the bags in your hands while saying, "I was coming out anyways it's no biggie"

You flashed him a small smile but his eyes looked worried and his face tensed. You wondered what happened but didn't dare to ask thinking that he will only answer with 'none of your business' . Yes Jeon Jungkook unknowingly says harsh things without thinking when he's tensed. Jungkook takes the garbage bags from your hands and put it beside the door when his eyes lands on your right hand which was bandaged. His eyes widen and he quickly took your right hand examining it while asking

"How did this happen? Are you okay? "

Embarrassed you put your hand away from his warm ones and answer while smiling, not making eye contact

"It's okay I'm fine these kind of injuries are meant to happen if you work in a bar." Jungkook not convinced took your hand again now keeping it infront of him not letting you pull it back. His eyebrows knitted . "You were totally fine this evening tell me what happened". Chewing on your bottom lip you look down, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

"Y/N tell me what happened.." Jungkook says once again this time his voice laced with concern as his hands caressed your hair. You were actually a bit taken aback at how the always dominant voice of Jungkook is making its way to you in a concerned and soft way.

"A drunk guy harshly pulled my hand wanting me to sit beside him but I fought back and he suddenly let go of me making me loose my balance at hit the edge of the glass table behind and that's how I got this"

You say while looking at your bandaged hand which was now resting in jungkook's warm palm. He softly held your injured hand and lower down a bit to meet your height. Looking at your eyes he said

"Tell me who did this. Tell me who did this to you I'm gonna fucking kill him"

In a calm soft voice but the last part obviously didn't come out in a soft way. You laughed and pushed him a bit away from you. "It's okay am fine don't overreact he was drunk" But Jungkook not buying the answer walked closer to you and again with a serious tone asked you . "Tell me how he looked like"

Knowing that he won't let go of the topic unless you give him a proper answer you sigh, rolling your eyes while describing the drunk man you happened to meet inside the club. "He had small eyes , a sharp nose and dark stubble on his face and.." You trailed off thinking what else did the man have but Jungkook interrupted asking in a quick manner

"Did he have any sort of tattoo on his wrist? " Replaying the moment inside your head you widen your eyes a bit and nod your head, "Yea he did.. Was that a crown? A crown maybe"

Exactly knowing who that drunk man you encountered was Jungkook's chest sank at the thought that the old man touched you with his dirty hands. Gulping down the saliva that formed in his mouth he without thinking pulled you to his chest engulfing you in a hug. He wasn't sure why he felt like protecting you but he wanted to . He wasn't supposed to feel this way now that he set his mind on the plan his brain made up on the way here but..he did. He wanted to make sure you were safe.

Widening your eyes at how Jungkook suddenly hugged you, your mind went blank. There's no doubt in how fast your heart was beating. To be honest to yourself you were actually frightened when that man tried touching you in an ill manner but now being in Jungkook's arms you felt safe. You felt safe when he was around. Jungkook's arms around you got tighter as he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck.

So this is how you gonna play it Mr. Choi

He thinks.

•-

Flashback 5 weeks back

Stretching your arms you give out a small yawn before grabbing the books from the table and making your way out of the auditorium. Walking while looking at your  surroundings you didn't notice the tall man standing infront of you. Too immersed in the same old paintings hanging on the walls you hit something hard making the copies and books in your hands fall down. Without looking up at the person you bumped into you quickly said 'sorry' while kneeling down to pick up your supplies. The tall gentleman kneeled down too helping you with picking up your stationerys. You got up, the man following you soon. This time facing the guy properly as both of you made eye contact you were about to say thank you when your voice abruptly decided to not come out.

The man had soft long black hair .The kind of hair you would want to play with all day. His baby doe eyes staring at you, his lips parted. The oversized hoodie he was wearing made him the grizzly huggable bear image more.

As your eyes scanned him from head to toe, your lips a bit parted, the guy not being able to control his laughter at how cute you looked when your eyes went big as if you saw something really interesting and you'd like to study that thing more, he gave out small giggles making you quickly close your mouth and look at him. Noticing how every students in tha hall were staring at both of you, you shifted your weight from one leg to another leg uncomfortably. But the guy's Adorable bunny smile didn't go out of your notice. His eyes wrinkled as he tilted his face and asked you softly

"You okay? "

Blinking couple of times you nodded your head making him shyly scratch his nape and mumble 'thank god'. Your lips automatically curved up when your eyes landed on the ID card hung around his neck

"Jeon Jungkook"

Once realization hit you that you were now standing infront of your college's hearthrob while looking like a whole mess which you didn't care about that much until you bumped into him, your cheeks got tinted in a light blush. Pulling your lips in you tilted your head a bit to the side making your baby hairs fall over your face.

"Hey kook!"

A loud deep voice entered the ears of the people standing in the hall making them turn their heads to the two seniors waving their hands at Jungkook's direction, a big wide smile plastered know their face. Jungkook takes out his bracelet covered wrist from his pocket and waves at them. Jimin running towards us and wrapping his arm around the tall guy's shoulders he notices me and flashes me a smile

"Hey Y/N"

Waving your sweater paw at him as a hey you smiled. You met Jimin and Taehyung a couple of times before in some group works with seniors. You not really interested in gossips of the college noticed just a few days ago that Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook are the well known hot trio of this college.

"Y/N.."

Jungkook repeats your name to himself before looking at you once again , smiling while saying

"Sweet name"

His sweet honey voice saying your name was enough to melt you. If it was any other guy right now you would have simply said thank you for helping you pick up the books and walk away without saying anything but surprisingly Jeon Jungkook made you stop. "I'm hungry didn't have breakfast this morning" Taehyung whines while holding his tummy earning a slap on his head from Jimin. "we are going for lunch wanna join us? "

Jungkook asks you making you widen your eyes at the sudden invitation and Jungkook earning some smirks from the seniors beside him, Jimin elbowing his arm while wiggling his eyebrows. Jungkook simply rolled his eyes at his hyungs before looking at you for a reply. You glancing at your silver wrist watch said "I would love to but I should get going. I have some stuffs to do"

Jungkook quietly nods his head before flashing you a smile.

Is he always smiling?

You thought noticing that he had been smiling since the moment both of you met. "Y/N's always studying hard"

Taehyung says earning a nod from Jimin making you shyly scratch your nape.

The Brunnete haired approached you giving you a pat on your shoulder before saying "Study well but don't forget to have lunch okay? "

You flashed him a smile while nodding. Jungkook waving his hands at you as a 'bye' walked past you with the two boys. You looked back at three of them noticing that two of them were wearing hoodies and one of them were wearing full sleeved tees.

It's so hot these days why are they wearing hoodies on top of tees?

Shaking your head you quickened your pace and quickly got out of the college grounds. Walking to the bus stand while looking around at the cozy coffee shops on the streets you keep glancing at your watch from time to time to make sure that you're going on time or not.

Now here's a secret about you that no one knows

You're a student at an art college but you are also a student at a law school. Your father runs the family business of electronics. Yes the electronics company ranking the second best in the country out of all the other electronic companies, which he wants to hand over to your big brother after he retires. Your mother always wanted a child of her to be a sculptor. Borning late in the family with the talent of art you were forced to study this subject whereas you were interested in prosecution, catching criminals and stuffs. What you were most interested in were being a mafia or an assassin but you gave up on those dreams and decided to study law. Your parents only giving their all attention and care to their first born, didn't care about you that much. The only thing they wanted from you was becoming a great sculptor and bringing praise to your family.

After nights of confusion and judgement you decided to study in the law school that you got admitted, secretly with the money your grandparents left you. Your grandparents left some money for you and your brother before passing away and thankfully they were enough to pay for your study books expenses. But maintaining time for your law school as well as the art school was hard but you managed to make time after dropping off from some extra courses of the art college without telling your parents. But it was hectic. Your college hours starts from 7 am. And you have classes till 9am then a break at 9:15 am to 10:30 due to dropping off from some extra class. Your law classes starts from 9:30 so during the break you quickly leave the grounds and head off to the law classes. Then you return to the art college at 10:20 when it's a break at your law school. Then once again when it's a lunch break at the art school you head off to the law school while munching on some snacks, obviously not getting time to have proper lunch. And when it comes to events you had to make up excuses at the law school for not attending as your parents would obviously not skip their daughter's presentations.

It would be more hectic from today cuz you just applied to a job at a night club. There's a course for learning shooting at the law school but you don't have enough money to pay for that so it's time to earn some money.

•••

Stretching your arms while getting up from the seat you had been sitting on straight for 2 hours, you give a yawn before taking out a scrunchie and putting your hair up. All the classes for the day are done. Putting the back pack around your shoulder you bow at the teacher before leaving the school premises. Walking inside the bus and sitting on one of the seat you take out your phone and start typing to your mother , 'Mom I'll be late tonight as I got some extra lessons. Don't worry for me and you don't have to send car I'll come by bus'

"No one's gonna worry about me though"

You say to yourself while letting out a small laugh and looking out at the window. Everything vanishing from your sight at a fast pace as the vehicle picks up its speed upon seeing the empty road. Some of the street lights flickering due to not being fixed for several days now. You take out the 'guideline' paper of the bar you're gonna work in from backpack, going through the structure of the building in your mind and remembering all the rules explained to you yesterday when you went to apply for the job. This night club only seemed to be safe for you to work in now. By safe means you would have no worries of the common students who spends time in bars and clubs to see you. If anyone recognizes you then it's game over. Plus the pay is high too.

The phone screen lighting up as a notification popped up you unlocked the phone before seeing from whom the text is from.

Bro: heard you're coming late at night should I pick you up from the way while coming home?

"Geez already told him?"

You say to yourself once realizing that your mom told your brother to pick up but your brother being nice asked if you want to be picked up first or not. Smiling at his text before typing your reply It's ok you don't have to come. The office is far away from my college anyways. Get home safely.

Waiting for a few minutes to see his reply which you didn't get you turned off your phone and put it inside your bag. Looking out from the window thinking why he didn't reply when he saw your text whereas usually he would try to come pick you up, being the 'protective' brother. You got down from the bus as soon as the bus came to its stop. You walked for a few more minutes from the bus stop till arriving at your destination.

Hell's night club

•••

It's been only five minutes of you serving drinks but you're already tired. How can a human body and mind work for 13 hours straight without any rest. You did mess up some tables a couple of times for which you were now getting a scolding from the manager. You looking down bowing slightly while your hands in front of you.

"Miss Lee Y/N did you properly see the table numbers today? "

The old man asks to which you nod. "Then why are you messing up? " He asks in a raised voice making you flinch and quickly mumble a sorry. You lift your head up a bit to see the old man sighing while pinching his forehead, clearly visible that he's angry. "I'm letting you go as this is your first time don't make mistakes anymore"

He says making you bow and say

"Thank you"

He looked around trying to see if any waitresses are free. Sighing at how there's no one free without counting you he gave you a look before handing you a tray of various kinds of drinks. "Take this to table no. 14. And  do not  make any mistakes. They are regulars here I don't want them gone" Nodding at him you set off to find this table no. 14 . Noticing how your skirt got up a bit you tried pulling the skirt a bit down with one hand as the other one was holding the tray, you quickly withdraw your hand without fixing the skirt upon seeing the tray tremble in one hand. Quickly holding the tray in place and scanning if any drinks were spilled, you sigh in relief. You looked back to only lock eyes with the manager . He staring straight at you with his cold eyes. You gave a small awkward smile and walked towards table 14.

The table no. 14 seemed to be surrounded by many big men. All had some sort of tattoos on them. A familiar man sitting in the middle holding a pen and scribbling something on a notebook. His inked arms full on display as the silver earrings were still being able to shine despite the dullness in the scene. His long bangs falling before his eyes not letting anyone see the face beneath it.

You quietly approached the table and when you raised your eyes from the ground to the man sitting in the middle, your legs automatic came to a halt and your breath hitched.

Jeon Jungkook right there was sitting. The table in front occupied with various weapons and him sitting like a whole five course meal, fingers playing with the dangly earrings

This is totally not what I expected

[lsmu]

LSM Lost Files #1 - Missing You (Part One)

I pulled my scarf down from my nose as I walked into the convention centre. I sighed contentedly as the warm air brought respite to the chilly autumn wind outside.

"Now, where is this fan sign event..."

I heard a scream and I whipped my head around to see a hoard of people swarming 9 girls. When in doubt, follow the crowd.

I quickly set off in the direction of the crowd. I followed the hoard of people as they throng the 9 girls. Yup, I was at a Twice fan sign event. While most people were here to get their albums signed and take photos with the gorgeous girls, I was only there to see one of them.

Son Chae Young.

It's been years since I'd seen her since she left to become a trainee. I could still recall the day we both parted ways.

* * *

"Here Yori, take this," she said, handing me her dark blue scarf. "Chae...wha–" "It's for you to remember me by," she replied.

I smiled and accepted the neatly folded scarf. She pulled me into a warm hug as I felt her tears wetting the side of your neck.

"Thank you for everything Yoriichi, I'll never forget you..." she whispered. "You're most welcomed, Chae... Now go get-em' Baby Cub, keep in touch yea?" I said as I held back tears stinging my eyes.

Chaeyoung pulled away and looked at me. We reluctantly let go of each other as she walked towards the van where her mother was waiting for her. She waved goodbye to me one last time before getting into the van with her mom. I watched as the back of the van slowly got further and further away.

* * *

I gripped the scarf around my neck as I recalled the last time I saw Chaeyoung in person. That was 10 whole years ago when she left her hometown to join JYPE and later on appeared in their reality survival show SIXTEEN. She absolutely killed it there, landing herself a spot in Twice. I continued to follow the crowd as I began to wonder how she's doing now.

The paparazzis continued to follow the 9 girls as they walked towards one of the many expo halls in this convention center. Security stopped everyone as the 9 girls slipped into the room. While waiting, I decided to head over to one of the booths and purchase one of their albums.

Huh.... It's no use coming to a fan sign event if you've got nothing for them to sign.

I bought their latest mini-album 'Taste of Love' and headed back to the anxiously waiting crowd. A few moments later, the guards pulled the two massive doors open, and I tried my best to jostle forward in the surge of people rushing into the room, all the while maintaining physical distancing measures. After all, we were still in a global pandemic.

Everyone looked desperate to get a good seat for the fan sign event, the first after the pandemic hit last year. Shit. This won't do. I quickly stepped out of the sea of people and let them all finish going full 'Hunger Games'-mode on each other (completely disregarding COVID safety protocols. Poor health officials shouting in vain), before I myself walked into the hall.

I looked up to the stage, and there they were. The nine girls were chatting happily. They were sitting at nine separate tables, each separated by acrylic separators, and half of each table was also separated with an acrylic separator. It was a normal sight, because of COVID protocols. I chuckled. They were practically sitting in nine acrylic boxes. I scanned them with my eyes, and finally, my sight landed on that girl. What I saw took my breath away.

Chaeyoung had a major glow-up from her teenage days. The once childish Baby Cub was now a full grown Tigress. She had lost her baby fat and her eyes seemed a lot larger than last time. She had grown out her hair, replacing her old jet black hair and tomboyish haircut with gorgeous pale blonde long, wavy hair, tied in two buns. Gosh. She was beautiful.

I snapped myself out of my gawking and quickly found a seat in the back row. As soon as I sat, the event began. The girls stood up, gathered at the center of the stage, and their leader, the one with tan skin and shoulder length black hair, counted down.

"Hana, ddul, set..." "One in a million! Annyeonghaseyo... TWICE-imnida!" the girls exclaimed.

The crowd went wild. Shrieks and screams and shouts came from ONCEs on your left and right, threatening to burst your eardrums. The girl with the bunny teeth at the center of the group giggled and lifted her microphone.

"ONCEu! Are you guys excited for the Fan Sign today?" she asked loudly. What was her name again? Na... Ah! Nayeon!

The crowd roared in response to Nayeon's question.

"We're excited too! Let's get straight to it!" she exclaimed, and the other eight cheered with her. "Oh, don't forget ONCEu! After the fan sign, we will choose one lucky ONCE to get an opportunity to spend some time with us backstage later!" the pale girl on the right hand side of the line announced. "Mm! Yeorobun, put on your best behaviour today, okay?" exclaimed the leader again.

The fans started murmuring amongst themselves as I chuckled at the false hope they gave themselves. Sure, I'd kill to spend some time with Chaeyoung again, but what were my odds? I should stay grounded in reality. Nayeon chimed in again.

"We'll start signing from the first row to the last! Please get onto the stage from your left, and exit from your right! Ja, yeorobun... Let's get started!" Nayeon announced happily.

I counted the number of rows in front of me. Good Lord... 20 whole rows of at least 100 people, sitting one meter apart. I sighed. Well, I guess I'd have to wait. I sank back into my thoughts as I replayed how I even met that young rapper in the first place. As all things usually start, it started in elementary school.

* * *

Son Chaeyoung had just moved into my neighborhood in Jamsil from her old neighborhood on the other side of Han River. Back then, Chaeyoung was very different from what she was in 2021. It was hard to believe that the bubbly and cute Baby Beast that the world has come to know and love now was once a shy and reserved girl. To my credit, I was the person that flipped her personality full 180, but we'll get to that part later.

I still remember the first day I saw her vividly. It was the third year of elementary school. Chaeyoung was sitting by herself in the corner of the classroom, doodling away on her notebook. She was a newly transferred student anyway, and it was her first day at school, so no one was talking to her, not at least until I showed up. I walked up next to Chaeyoung and plopped myself in the seat right next to her.

"Annyeong! Never seen you around before. You new?" I asked.

Chaeyoung looked up and saw me staring at her, gazing at her with intense curiosity.

"U–Um... Y–Ye," she replied shyly in a small voice. I extended my hand to her. "Tomioka Yoriichi, but you can call me Yori. Nice to meet you!" I exclaimed.

Chaeyoung hesitated for a second before returning the shake.

"You're... Not from around here, are you?" she asked. I let out a bright bubbly laugh. "Well... I'm from Jamsil, if that's what you're saying. But, yeah, you're right. My Dad's Japanese and my Mom's Korean," I explained. "You're observant! I like it!"

Chaeyoung nodded, understanding my words.

"So... What's your name?" I asked her. "S–Son... Son Chae Young," she stuttered. "Ooo! That's a pretty name! Pleased to meet you, Chaeyoung!" I said.

The girl just nodded, before going back to her drawings. I was curious.

"What are you drawing?" I asked curiously, peering over her shoulder.

Chaeyoung was drawing a sketch of the classroom. I gasped. Wow! It was in an incredibly high detail!

"Sugoi! That looks good!" I exclaimed. Chaeyoung was clearly surprised at how friendly I was being to a new girl like her. "K–Kamsahamnida..." she muttered shyly. "Ya, you wanna sit together at lunch later?" I asked.

Chaeyoung turned and stared at you in shock.

"W–With... M–Me?" she stammered. I smiled and nodded. "Absolutely! I want to be your friend!" I replied. Chaeyoung was taken aback. "F–F–Friend?" she asked, unable to believe her ears. "Yup! Of course!" "B–But... Why? I–I... I'm not that important," Chaeyoung said.

I stared at her in confusion.

"Eh? What are you saying? That's nonsense! My dad always says that everyone in this world is important! Everyone and everything deserves to be loved and cared for!" I exclaimed, repeating my dad's mantra.

Chaeyoung stared at me in amazement. I met her eyes, my gaze unwavering.

"My offer still stands, Chaeng!" "W–What did you call me?" "Chaeng. It's shorter and cuter," I said.

A small giggle escaped her mouth. Finally, she nodded.

"I–I... Okay. Let's sit together," she replied, and with that, you saw her smiling for the first time.

That exchange, that smile, was the beginning of your relationship.

During lunch, we talked happily. To my surprise, the two of us lived directly opposite of each other's houses, making us neighbours. From that day onwards, I would walk to and back from school with Chaeyoung. In fact, I helped her adjust to her new life in Jamsil.

As days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and months into years, we got to learn more and more about each other. She was surprised to find that my father came from a family of Japanese swordsmen, dating back to the Edo period, and the I myself was training under the art of the katana.

At first, Chaeyoung thought that my training was limited to cutting tatami mats with a katana, like what she saw on videos, but her view was flipped upside down on the day I invited her to watch me train with my dad.

The training was nothing like the videos. Dad and I actually dueled against each other with wooden swords and–on some occasion–real unsharpened katanas. Chaeyoung was absolutely blown away by the sheer speed and dexterity that dad and I possessed. She could barely keep up with the swift strikes and flips I performed as I sparred with dad.

She witnessed me getting knocked to the ground numerous times as I clashed swords with my powerful dad. My wooden training blade would clatter to the ground, or I would be sent flying into one of the trees in my backyard. But I would simply get up and run to get back into the fight with the same gusto and energy I had when I started.

As time passed, Chaeyoung and I grew closer and closer together. Pretty soon, we were best friends. Chaeyoung would often come over to my house after school to finish up homework or watch me train with dad. My parents accepted her as if she was their own daughter and treated her with love and affection, telling her that my house was her second home.

I, on the other hand, hardly–no... Never–got invited over to her place. Chaeyoung always gave the excuse that her parents dislike strangers coming over. Throughout elementary school, I accepted it, because I didn't know better, but soon middle school came, and the story took a different turn.

After we graduated from elementary school and entered the same middle school together, Chaeyoung strangely became a little more... Distant. She was often wearing a jacket over her short-sleeved school uniform, even in summer, despite the fact that the country was practically a fucking oven.

She also started to shy away from me physically, often winching or yelping in pain when I tapped her on her shoulders or flung my arm around her. I would ask her, but she would deflect the question and change the topic.

I observed her for a few weeks, then finally, I understood. I realized what was going on with her, and I knew I had to do something. I built up my courage to confront her one afternoon after school.

It was like any other day. Chaeyoung and I grabbed our lunch boxes and headed to our usual spot under the shade of a tall tree in our school to eat our lunch. As I ate with Chaeyoung in silence, I took a deep breath and stared at her.

"Chaeng..." "Hm?" "Can I ask you something? And... Promise me you'll be perfectly honest with me." "Sure! Ask away, Yori..."

I set my lunchbox down on the grass and took another deep breath. I stared at her kindly.

"Chaeng... Do your parents abuse you?"

Chaeyoung freezed. Slowly, she turned to look at me, and I could immediately tell what that look was. That was fear. I instantly knew the answer to my question.

"Oh God, Chaeng..." "P–P–Please... Don't tell anyone! Please. He–He'll hurt us!" "He? Who's he, Chaeng?"

Chaeyoung started shaking. I gently took her lunchbox and set it down next to mine, before gingerly grasping her shaking hands and squeezing them gently.

"Chaeng, I'm here... Just tell me. Please..."

Chaeyoung looked down, tears started streaming from her eyes.

"I–I–I... It's... It's my dad. He got laid off from his job... A–A few years ago... And.... And ever since then, he–he... He would come home... D–D–Drunk, and... And he'd... He'd hit mom... And–and me too," she whispered, her voice trembling.

My heart sank. I squeezed her hands again.

"Chaeng, how bad is it?" "N–Not... Not too bad..."

She didn't sound convincing.

"Let me see..." I whispered gently.

I pinched the fabric of her jacket. Chaeyoung initially moved as if trying to resist, but then she gave in. Gently, I slipped off the sleeve of her jacket. I was horrified by what I saw.

Chaeyoung's milky white skin was spotted with black and blue bruises. I looked Chaeyoung in the eyes.

"How long has this been happening, Chaeng?"

Chaeyoung stayed silent.

"Chaeng..." "Since... Since I was eight..."

A gasp left my mouth. That was almost as long as you knew her! That meant... More than four years of torture?

"Chaeng... You... You could've told me. My family could've helped you!" "N–No! No... I... I can't get your family hurt, Yori! I–I'd never forgive myself if anyone from your family got hurt!" "Oh, Chaeng...:"

Chaeyoung was crying now. I pulled her into a hug, and she instinctively hugged me back. She clung to my shirt, and I let her bawl on my shoulder for a few moments.

"Promise me... P–Promise me you won't tell anyone," she whispered eventually.

I nodded solemnly, though I already knew I'd be breaking that promise as soon as I got home. Still, I decided to lie to her, just to calm her down.

"I won't, Chaeng..."

I wanted to pull away, but Chaeyoung kept me locked in her embrace. I decided to just let her sit there in my arms for a while, appreciating the comfort we gave each other.

"Chaeng?" "Hm?" "I want you to know that... Whenever you need help, my family is one call away," I whispered. "Gomawo, Yori..." she whispered.

As soon as the school day ended, I walked back home with Chaeyoung. I was reluctant to let her go back to her home, to that monster she called her father, but... I knew I couldn't do anything.

I waved goodbye to Chaeyoung, telling her to be careful, and I walked across the street, entering my house.

"Eomma! I'm home!" I called out as I stepped through the door. "Ah! Great timing, Yori! Come, have some tea!"

I sat down with my mom and ate the snacks she had prepared. As I ate, Chaeyoung's words repeatedly echoed inside my mind.

Since I was 8...

"Yori-kun! Is everything alright?" Mom asked. I lifted my head and stared at her. "Okasan, can... Can I talk to you about something?" I asked. "Sure. What... What happened?"

I told her about everything that Chaeyoung said. When I finished, mom had a shocked expression on her face.

"That's... A long time she's been keeping it to herself. We must do something!" "Eomma, wait... I promised her that I wouldn't tell anyone. I don't wanna break her trust," I said.

My mom stared at me with a searching gaze, but she didn't say anything, so I continued.

"I–I... I've already told her to contact me as soon as she needs help. When she does, I'll let you and Appa know," I said.

A smile curved up on mom's lips.

"You've grown, Yoriichi..." she uttered. "Thanks, Okasan..."

"One more thing, though. Stop switching between Korean and Japanese! You're giving me a headache!" she scolded me. I smiled sheepishly.

That night, my mom and dad went out to eat dinner, leaving me alone in the house. I was finishing up my Math homework when I suddenly got a call from Chaeyoung. I slide the green button and answered my phone.

"Chaeng! What's up?" I asked with a smile. "Help..."

My smile vanished.

"I'm coming."

I immediately hung up and called 119, the police. They told me they'd come in a few minutes, but knowing how dangerous Chaeyoung's situation was, I knew I couldn't waste any minute. I rushed to my wardrobe and threw it open. I grabbed my wooden katana, and rushed out of my room.

I bolted down the stairs and out of the door, dashing across the street to Chaeyoung's house. I reached, and banged on the front door.

"CHAENG! CHAEYOUNG! SON CHAE YOUNG!" I yelled.

I could hear her crying. Shit. Shit! I tried the handle. It was locked. Of course.

This didn't deter me. I backed up, gaining momentum, and ran as fast as I could at the door and kicked it with all I got. The door swung open with a bang, and I quickly rushed inside. I drew my wooden blade from its scabbard and located Chaeyoung's sobs. It was from upstairs.

"Appa! Please! Stop!"

I rushed up the stairs in time to see Chaeyoung cradling her mother. She was out cold, blood trickling from her temple. Chaeyoung's face was full of terror.

"YA!" I yelled.

Chaeyoung's father turned around, and my breath hitched.

He was holding a knife. There was blood on it.

I look at Chaeyoung's mom, then back at the blade. My pupils widened in horror. Did he... No. I shook away the thought, and striked a defensive stance.

"W–Who... hic... The hell... hic... are you?" Chaeyoung's dad slurred. "Step away from Chaeyoung," I replied calmly. I tightened the grip on my training blade. The man laughed. "What... Are you hic gonna do, little man? Huh? Hit me with that... hic... Stick of yours?" he mocked.

I kept a stoic expression on my face as I slowly stepped closer towards him.

"I will, if you don't step away!"

He grinned wickedly.

"I'll take my chances against you, boy!"

For a guy drunk off his face, he was incredibly fast. He charged at me with the knife in his hand. I sidestepped quickly as he ran past me. I took this opportunity to run over and stood in front of Chaeyoung and her mother.

Chaeyoung's dad whipped around and charged at me again. This time, I hold my ground firmly, ready to lay down my life for them. He swung his knife, but I raised my blade to meet his and blocked the slash. The sound of metal clashing against wood filled the room, and we started to fight.

We fought for God knows how long, and I found myself struggling to cope with his raw strength. Each time I blocked his attack, I felt vibrations from the blowback. After dealing with one of his strongest downward slash, he caught me off guard by slashing up again almost immediately. I wasn't quick enough. I couldn't block his knife...

And he caught my left eye.

"AAH!!!" "YORI!"

I cried out and clutched my face. My wooden katana clattered to the floor, and he took it, broke it in two on his knee, and he kicked me out so hard, sending me flying down the room.

I rolled up and rushed back to stand in front of Chaeyoung and her mother. My left eye–or what was left of it–stung so much, my head started spinning from the pain. I glanced back, and at that moment Chaeyoung saw my eye.

"Y–Yori! Y–Your... Your eye!" Chaeyoung stuttered in horror. "I–I'm fine, Chaeng..." I lied.

I blocked out the pain and straightened myself, the entire left field of my vision turning red. I clutched my broken katana with both hands as I prepared to make my final stand.

"Say goodbye, Little Boy..." Chaeyoung's father mocked.

He charged towards me and I prepared myself for the worst.

BANG

I gasped in shock. A hole appeared on Chaeyoung's dad's chest. As if in slow motion, he crumpled to the floor, flat on his face. The knife dropped from his hands and clattered to the ground. I looked up, and saw a police officer with a smoking gun.

I heaved a sigh of relief, but at that moment the pain came stabbing back at my eye. I heard Chaeyoung screaming my name, but the world turned black.

* * *

I heard the sound of a heart monitor beeping. The smell of antiseptic wafted into my nose as I slowly opened my eyes and saw my very worried parents seated and my bedside. I was in the hospital.

"Oh, thank God you're awake!" mom exclaimed as she wrapped me in her arms. "H–How long was I..." "Two whole days," said Dad.

Jesus. That was quite some time. At that moment, the ward's door slid open, and a doctor walked inside. His eyes widened as he saw me, and a smile rose on his face.

"Ah! Yori-ssi, you're awake! That's good!" he said.

I smiled, but then I felt the bandage covering the left side of my face. I looked up, and saw his expression. It was a mix of pity and disappointment. Dad caught this too, and he asked him.

"How's... How will his eye be, Seonsaengnim?" Dad asked. The doctor looked uneasy. "Y–Yeah, about that... I... We've tried our best. Let me see..." he said as he flipped through the papers on his clipboard. "The cut on your skin is thankfully superficial, but... Your eye. We managed to salvage the eye, but the blade cut through your cornea..."

I knew what that meant. Mom and Dad looked at me, before looking back at the doctor.

"I'm... I'm very sorry to inform you, but... You're blind in your left eye. I'm very sorry," he said slowly.

I let out a sigh and leaned back on the bed. Somehow, I was unnaturally calm about this. Maybe it was the shock. I reached up to the left side of my face, feeling the bandage.

"Joesonghamnida..." the doctor uttered again, before bowing deeply and walking out of the room.

I turned to my parents, and I saw mom holding back her tears. I smiled and reached to hold her hand. As soon as we touched, tears flowed down from her eyes.

"Eomma... Gwaenchanha... I can still see," I said, comforting her.

She broke down in tears, but she nodded and forced a smile. Dad flung his arm around her, and he held my hair, ruffling it. His eyes were wet too. At that moment, I saw too familiar figures entering the ward.

"A–Ah, Miss Son, Chaeng... Annyeonghaseyo," I stuttered.

My parents turned around and bowed at them. Chaeyoung and her mom bowed deeply and smiled, approaching the bed. Chaeyoung's face was filled with worry as she reached my bedside and squeezed my hand.

"How are you feeling, Yoriichi?" Chaeyoung's mom asked. I flashed her the brightest smile I could muster. "I'm doing great, Eommonim. Are you okay?" I asked her. She sighed and shook her head. "I–I... I'm fine, thanks to you... If... If you hadn't stepped in... I don't know..." she trailed off.

I smiled again, and then I looked at my best friend.

"Chaeng..."

She was in tears. Dad stood up and hugged mom.

"I think... We should give these two some time alone," he said wisely.

The two mothers nodded. I smiled and nodded to my dad, thanking him. He smiled back, squeezed my shoulder, and went out with our mothers. As the door closed, I looked at Chaeyoung again.

"Chaeng, I..."

She threw herself on me, bawling and shaking. Somehow, I chuckled. Slowly, I stroked her hair.

"Yo–ri... I–I'm s–so... So sorry..." she sobbed. "Why are you sorry? It was my choice. Don't blame yourself," I whispered. "B–But your eye... B–" "It's nothing, Chaeng. You're safe... That's all that matters," I whispered again.

She lifted her face and stared at you with her teary eyes. It took her a long time before finally she spoke again.

"Yori... You... You're the best friend I could ever ask for... Thank you..." she whispered.

I smiled and pulled to hug her again, and at that moment I felt a comfortable warmth filling my heart and body.

* * *

Two weeks later, I was finally discharged. My parents, as well as Chaeyoung and her mom, picked me up from the hospital, and we went home happily. As we reached home, I was pleasantly surprised to find that Chaeyoung and her mom had moved into the spare room in my house. Mom explained that they couldn't come back to their old house because there was too much horrifying memory inside it, but I didn't care. I was simply so happy.

From then on, they lived together with me and my family. My parents took them in with open arms, and we all shared a peaceful time. Now that her father was gone, Chaeyoung became more cheerful and started to have her own dreams. As time passed, Chaeyoung had a new goal in mind:

She wanted to become an idol.

Chaeyoung started training. She initially landed some deals to become a child model in several children's magazines, but that wasn't her dream. When we turned 13, Chaeyoung started taking singing and dance lessons, and she practiced tirelessly. She started auditioning in multiple companies around the country, but each time, she would come back even more dejected than the last.

Many times, she would come into my room crying over the hurtful words said to her by the audition directors. At first I thought it wasn't that bad, but after she told me what they said, I could understand why she cried so hard.

Many of them told her that she 'lacked talent' and that she 'wouldn't go far in the industry with her looks'. Sure, she was different from the so-called Korean beauty standard, her being short and had a unique beauty, but apparently that stopped many companies from hiring her. After many failed auditions, Chaeyoung seemed to abandon her dream to become an idol. But then, that day came.

It was the start of our summer break. We had just turned 14, and Chaeyoung ran into the backyard screaming so loud I was afraid that the police would come because we had caused a public nuisance. I was chopping a tatami mat, and her high pitched squeal shocked me out of my skin, so much so I dropped my katana.

"Jesus Christ, Son Chaeyoung! My ears!" I exclaimed.

Chaeyoung just giggled in excitement.

"YORI! I GOT IN! I GOT IN!" she yelled, waving a letter in her hand.

My eyes widened in surprise, and I rushed to meet her. She handed me the letter while hopping in the same place repeatedly, looking like an excited little tiger cub. I opened the letter and read it.

To: Miss Son Chae-Young Jamsil-dong, Seongpa-Gu, Seoul

Annyeong Hashimnikka, Son Chae Young-ssi! We hope this letter finds you well.

We are delighted to tell you that you have passed the 2013 second round audition to JYP Entertainment. You are officially our trainee now. Congratulations!

Please take note that your training will start on Monday, June 17th, 2013. Transportation and accommodation arrangements will be made for you to move to the JYPE's Trainees Dorm in Cheongdam-dong. Should there be a need for your guardian to move in closer with you, we are more than happy to arrange a new residence for them as well. Please reply to this letter to inform us of your needs.

On behalf of CEO Jin Young Park and everyone at JYP Entertainment, we would like to congratulate you again! We are excited to welcome you into JYP Nation, and for you to begin your training with us.

Best regards,

JYPE Talent Recruitment Director JYP Entertainment: Leader in Entertainment

I looked up, and Chaeyoung was grinning from ear to ear. I laughed, jumped for joy, and hugged Chaeyoung. We skipped around the backyard like two toddlers, cheering together loudly.

"Oh my God, Chaeyoung! I'm so happy for you!" I exclaimed. "Yaaaaayyy!!! Thank you, Yori! I'm so, so, so happy!" she yelled.

We continued cheering for a while, until finally we slumped on the grass, panting and giggling together. She looked at you and smiled.

"Yori... I couldn't have done it without your encouragement. I wanted to give up so many times," she said sincerely. I smiled. "Don't mention it. You deserve this, Chaeng... You'll be a superstar!" I said excitedly.

Chaeyoung chuckled, but then I caught sorrow in her eyes. She looked up and stared at me intently.

"But... June 17th... That's next week. I'm going to leave here soon... I–I hope you're not mad..." she whispered sheepishly.

I smiled and grasped her hand.

"Chaeng, you're following your dreams! How could I be mad? Besides, we still have the rest of the week to do anything we want to do together!" I replied, ruffling her hair.

She laughed and squeezed my hand.

"Then, let's make this week a week we'll remember for the rest of our lives!" she exclaimed.

I laughed as she shot up and dragged me inside. I followed her, and we both shouted a quick word to our parents before we headed out together to have fun.

The next few days were a blast as we spent almost every waking hour of the day together. We went to the arcade, ate way too much street food, and had a totally fun time together. But, as always, all good things must come to an end.

June 17th came, and it was finally time for Chaeyoung to go. As the movers helped put their things in the van, Chaeyoung's mother was busy talking with my parents, while Chaeyoung and I sat in silence in the backyard under the tree.

I looked at her, and she looked at me too. We smiled, but then we looked away. We knew we had to say goodbye, but it felt so difficult. Finally, Chaeyoung took a deep breath and said,

"So..." "So..." "It's finally time, huh?" "Yeah... Last week passed way too quickly," I said with a chuckle.

To my surprise, she rested her head on my shoulder. I sat there gingerly, unsure of what to say or do. The summer breeze blew, and Chaeyoung hugged my arm tightly. I wanted this moment to last forever. I didn't want her to let me go. Suddenly, I remembered something.

"Oh! Chaeng... Before I forget..." I said. "What is it, Yori?"

Chaeyoung watched as I pulled out a folded parchment paper wrapped in a brown string. I handed it to her, and she received it with a confused look.

"Open it," I said.

Chaeyoung grabbed both ends of the string and pulled, undoing the bunny knot. She slowly unwrapped the paper to see... A sun necklace inside. She gasped, and her eyes widened.

"Yori..." she whispered as she lifted it up. I chuckled sheepishly. "I–I... I thought I'd give it to you because... You know... Son Chaeyoung?" I joked.

She burst into laughter at my incredibly bad pun.

"Ya! Tomioka Yoriichi! You're so lame!" she exclaimed, but she looked happy.

Chaeyoung examined the necklace in her hands. I stared at her, and at that moment I realized it. She... She was really beautiful. I felt heat rushing to my face, but I couldn't take my eyes away from her.

"It's beautiful..." she uttered. "I know..." I said, but I was referring to something else. She chuckled and looked at me. "Help me put it on!" she said, handing me the necklace. "O–Of course!" I stuttered.

I took the necklace, and she turned her back on me. I gently lifted her hair, and hooked the necklace on. Somehow, my hands were trembling. The clasp shut with a click, and she turned back to face me.

"I'm sorry, Yori... I didn't prepare anything for you..." she muttered. I shook my head and smiled. "No, no, it's... It's alright, Chaeng! I don't expect anything!" I replied.

Chaeyoung went silent. She kept staring at me, and I noticed her smile was gone. I was alarmed.

"Chaeng? Is everything alright?"

Her eyes brimmed with tears. She lunged at me and gave me a tight hug. I instinctively hugged back, brushing her short hair.

"I'm gonna miss you so... so... so much, Yori! So–so much..." she whispered through her sobs. "Me too, Chaeng... Me too..." I said, and I noticed my voice was breaking a little. "U–Um, guys...?"

The two of us got startled, and we let go of our embrace quickly. Chaeyoung's mother stepped into the backyard, and she had a knowing smile on her face.

"Chaeng, it's time. We gotta go..." she said. "Y–yeah. Sure. Let's go, Eomma..." Chaeyoung replied, wiping her tears quickly.

I followed them to the front door. My parents gave Chaeyoung a big, warm hug. They hugged her so tightly, people would think that she was their daughter too.

"Stay safe, Chaeyoung-chan... Be sure to keep us updated, okay?" said my dad. "You have to contact us every now and then! If not, Yoriichi will be lonely..." mom said teasingly. "Eomma–!" I complained.

The three of them laughed at my flustered state. My parents let go of Chaeyoung so she could join her mother. As they walked to the van, Chaeyoung suddenly stopped and ran back to me. She took off her scarf and folded it neatly before handing it to me.

"Here Yori, take this," she said, handing me her dark blue scarf. "Chae...wha–" "It's for you to remember me by," she replied.

I smiled and accepted the neatly folded scarf. She pulled me into a warm hug as I felt her tears wetting the side of my neck.

"Thank you for everything Yoriichi, I'll never forget you..." she whispered.

"You're most welcomed, Chae... Now go get-em' Baby Cub, keep in touch yea?" I said as I held back tears stinging my eyes.

Chaeyoung pulled away and looked at me. We reluctantly let go of each other as she walked towards the van where her mother was waiting for her. She waved goodbye to me one last time before getting into the van with her mom. I watched as the back of the van slowly got further and further away.

* * *

"Chogi-yo! Son-nim!"

I snapped out of my flashback and turned to see two buff men standing over me. From their uniform, they were JYPE bodyguards.

"Son-nim, it's your row's turn. Please move. You're holding up the line," one said sternly.

I blushed and quickly stood up, grabbing my album with me. I heard a few grumbles of displeasure from behind me as I made my way out. As I reached the stage, I had a quick debate in my head about whether or not to cover my face. I finally decided that I should, and I pulled Chaeyoung's scarf over my face.

I reached the stage, and I placed the album in front of the first member and slid in into her side of the barrier. They were seated by order of age, so the one of the leftmost was that bunny girl from earlier, Nayeon.

"Annyeong! What's your name?" Nayeon asked as she started signing my album. "Tomioka Yoriichi," I said. "Oh? Japanese?" she asked kindly, flashing her bunny teeth. "N–Ne..." I said, rather nervously. "Cool! Just head down the line, and the rest will sign your album!" she exclaimed happily as she handed me back my album. "A–Ah, ye... Kamsahamnida, Nayeon-ssi!" I said. "Don't mention it!"

Nayeon then turned and said to the tall girl with short hair who sat next to her.

"Jeongie, tell the rest that his name is Tomioka Yoriichi!"

* * *

Nayeon-unnie said something to Jeongyeon-unnie. Sana-unnie's girlfriend nodded and began to whisper something to Momo. The message started being passed down the tables as I waited patiently for it to reach me. Finally, Dahyun whispered to my ear.

"His name is Tomioka Yoriichi," she said.

My heart stopped.

Tomioka... Yoriichi? He's here?

I leaned forward to look down the line, and sure enough, I saw a man in a white hoodie and dark blue scarf wrapped around his neck, covering his nose and mouth. That was my scarf. That was him. That was my best friend.

A vivid image played in my mind. His left eye slashed and bloodied, him staggering to his feet with his broken wooden katana.

Yori... It's been so long. Do you still remember me?

"Hi there! Tomioka Yoriichi, right?" Dahyun said cheerfully, snapping me out of my trance. "That's my name!" he said. "Are you planning to remove that scarf anytime soon?" asked Dahyun playfully. "N–No... I prefer to keep it on... COVID safety, you see... And... It reminds me of someone dear..." he uttered.

He remembered me.

"Oooo! Mysterious! I like it. Maybe we'll call you backstage later to reveal your face!" Dahyun cheerfully chirped. He laughed. "N–Nah... I wouldn't count on it..." he said shyly. Dahyun giggled. "Alright! Just head down the line! Two more to go!" the pale girl said.

Dahyun handed the album back to him, and he moved. He sat down and placed the album on my table. I slowly looked up, and sure enough, those familiar dark blue and milk white eyes stared back at me.

"Hi, Chaeng..." he said.

I just stared at him, unable to speak.

"Chaeng... Are you okay?" Dahyun whispered.

I snapped out of my reverie and turned to her.

"You alright?" she asked. "Y–Yeah. Just... Zoning out. Sorry," I said. She furrowed her brow, but then she shrugged. "Good. Ya, quickly sign the album. We've still got a few left," she whispered. "Y–Yeah! Right!" I said.

I quickly grabbed my marker and signed the album, before handing it back to Yori with a trembling hand. I met his eyes. I opened my mouth, I wanted to say something, but nothing came out of my mouth. Slowly, he gave me his eye-smile.

"Great seeing you again, Chaeyoung..." he whispered, before standing up and sitting in front of Tzuyu.

The next fan sat in front of me, but I was out of it. I signed the next few albums absentmindedly. My mind was fixed on Yori. Slowly, my fingers traced the sun necklace on my neck. Yori. My Tomioka Yoriichi. He still remembered me... Even after I cut contact with him... He still remembered me.

* * *

The last row took their seats, and Nayeon spoke again.

"Phew... That was tiring... But we're so happy to be able to meet you, aren't we, girls?" she exclaimed to the microphone. "NEE!" the girls exclaimed loudly, and the crowd cheered. "Okay, now... For the moment you've all been waiting for! Please give us a moment to discuss, okay?" Jihyo said.

The girls form a huddle as they discuss who the lucky ONCE would be to spend some time with them. The room fell silent. Anticipation hung in the air.

I sighed as I recalled the look of shock on Chaeyoung's face. Yeah. She definitely still remembered me. I didn't have the chance to look at her neck, though. Was she still wearing that sun pendant?

The girls finally broke apart and went back to their seats. Jihyo picked up her microphone and smiled wide. She took a deep breath and addressed the crowd.

"Alright ONCEu! We'll announce it now!" "Hang on, Jihyo-ssi! Drumroll please, ONCEu!" interjected Nayeon, giggling cutely.

Everyone started slapping their thighs, making an impromptu drumroll sound. Nayeon nodded at Jihyo, and the leader took another deep breath before speaking.

"The lucky ONCE tonight is..." she teased.

The drum rolls intensified.

"The one and only..."

You caught the Twice girls glancing at one direction. Was it at... Chaeyoung? Jihyo opened her mouth.

"TOMIOKA YORIICHI!"

Everyone gasped and cheered, but I was stunned. My eyes widened. My ears were ringing. Shit. Was this Chaeyoung's doing?

"Yeorobun! That's all for tonight! It was so good to finally be able to see you all again, even with all the limitations!" exclaimed Sana, the cute Japanese girl. "Please stay healthy and happy, everyone! Please show lots of love for us during this Alcohol Free era, and many eras afterwards!" said Mina, the elegant Japanese girl. "Annyeong, Yeorobun! ONCEu... Saranghae!" said Nayeon, and the nine girls waved.

The crowd cheered and waved at the girls, who kept waving, smiling, and throwing finger hearts to the audience. They slowly walked off stage, and soon disappeared backstage.

As 'Alcohol Free' blasted through the speakers, everyone started dispersing. Two JYPE staff members approached me. I stood up, feeling the jealous stares of everyone around me, and followed them backstage. I followed them quietly. They opened a door, and revealed a small room with a couch on it.

"Please wait here, Tomioka-ssi. The girls will join you promptly," one of them said. "N–Ne. Algaesumnida," I said.

I sat down on the sofa. With an anxious heart, I waited for the girls to come in.

* * *

I walked with the girls back towards the dressing room, but I wasn't thinking straight. I let my legs move my body, and as soon as we entered the dressing room, I automatically walked towards the door that connected it to the green room, where Yori would be waiting.

"Hang on, Chaeng!"

Jihyo had just called me. I stopped, sighed, and turned to face her.

"Before we go into that room and meet him... Do you have something to tell us, Chaeng?" she asked, crossing her arms. I felt my face blushing red. "I–I... N–Not really, Unnie..." I stuttered. "Are you sure? Cause the way you've been acting since you saw this Tomioka guy says otherwise," she said sharply.

Shit. I couldn't hide anything from our leader, could I? I sighed, and I began to explain.

"Y–Yori... And I... We have... A history," I started. The girls gasped. "Oh? Did you guys... Date?" Nayeon asked. I shook my head. "N–No, Unnie..." I uttered.

But I wished we did.

"He's... He's a childhood friend. He's the reason I'm here in the first place," I said. "Then... Why do you look so scared to see him again? You're so pale," asked Jeongyeon. "I–I... Well... When I left to become a trainee, I... I sort of... Cut all contact with him," I uttered.

The girls gasped.

"B–But, why?" asked Sana, sounding confused. "M–My... My schedule got hectic real quick, as you all are aware. I barely had enough time to rest, and... And contacting him just... Just slipped my mind. Now... N–Now I'm scared that he's angry at me..." I said, my voice shaking.

The girls sighed and stared at me. I didn't know what to do. I felt helpless. Finally, Mina-unnie walked slowly towards me. She gently grasped my hands and stared at my eyes kindly.

"Chaeng... What about this... You go in there, and you talk to him one on one. I don't think he'll be angry at you, but... I might be wrong, so I think this is something that you'll want to settle on your own with him, without us inside," she said gently.

I met her gaze. I didn't know what to say, but I knew I was afraid. I wanted to hide behind my sisters. But, Mina-unnie was right. Of course she was right. I didn't say anything, and she took it as me agreeing. Mina looked at Jihyo, and our leader nodded.

"Whenever you're ready, tell us. We'll come in," she suggested.

In truth, I was really reluctant. I was scared that Yori would be upset because I had abandoned him for 8 years. But I was outnumbered 8 to 1, because the other girls nodded confidently too. Finally, I sighed. There was no other way.

"Fine..." I uttered.

Mina squeezed my hand, giving me encouragement. Slowly, I turned, and with a trembling hand, I opened the door. I took a deep breath, and stepped in. Yori looked up from the sofa as I closed the door behind me. He had taken his scarf off. He was smiling.

"Chaeng..." "H–Hi, Y–Yori..."

Silence fell. He cleared his throat.

"I–It's been some time, hasn't it?" he asked.

He gestured to the space beside him, telling me to sit, but for some reason, I stood still in my place. My heart was beating fast. I looked down, and I spoke.

"I–I'm sorry..." "What for?" "You know exactly what for," I spat.

I knew there was too much hatred in my voice. But it wasn't directed at him. It was directed at myself. Yori slowly stood, staring at me. I avoided his gaze and kept staring at the floor.

"I–I cut you out of my life as if you're nothing... I literally didn't talk to you because I was too concerned over my own time... I–I didn't text or call. I–I was selfish. I was... am... A bad friend. A really bad friend," I said shakily.

Tears blurred my vision as I stared straight down the floor. I didn't know when exactly, but suddenly Yori had stood right in front of me. Gently, warmly, he placed his fingers on my chin and lifted my face.

Inevitably, I stared at his warm eyes. Those warm eyes pierced deep into my soul. He smiled, and somehow I felt my defenses crumbling.

"I get it, Chaeng... It's not easy being an idol. Your schedule is always hectic, and you don't have time for me.... And, you know what? That's fine with me. I'm not angry at all. Instead, right now the only thing I feel is happiness," he said.

I looked at him confusedly. Happiness? He didn't make any sense. I wanted to object, wanted to slap some sense into my childhood best friend, but before I could do anything, he pulled me into a hug.

"You know what makes me happy? I'm happy... Because even though you've become one of the biggest, most popular idols in the world, you still remember me. For that, Son Chae Young..." he squeezed me tightly. "... I thank you."

I couldn't believe what I had just heard. He wasn't mad. He didn't hate me, and instead... He was happy?

"H–How?" I whispered confusedly. Yori chuckled. "What do you mean 'how'?" he asked. "How can... How can you still treat me like this? You should be mad... Y–You... You... YOU SHOULD HATE ME!" I yelled, pushing him away.

I fell to the floor and started sobbing. Shit. Why was I so weak?

Yori knelt down next to me. I lifted my head, staring at him with anger and self loathing at my own self, but I was surprised to see the smile never leaving his face. He rested his hand on my shoulder gently.

"Chaeng... We both know that no matter what you do, I will never be able to hate you..." he said.

He reached, and gently he wiped away my tears. His fingers slowly straightened my hair. He sighed and smiled.

"Chaeng, whatever happened eight years ago is long behind us. I never held any pain or hatred towards you. I only have good memories of you. Do you know how happy I was when you were put on the Major Team on SIXTEEN? Hell, Okasan and Otosan were even crying tears of joy!" he said with a big smile.

"You've done nothing but make me proud, Baby Cub. You followed your dreams and... Look where you are now! You started from that shy girl, drawing in the corner of our elementary school classroom, and now you're one of the baddest rappers in the business!" he continued.

Yori sat on the floor and pulled me close to him. His words made my tears stop, and I instinctively laid my head on his chest. Somehow, someway, my anger and hatred disappeared in an instant. His warm sunny presence took me away from reality. Suddenly, a chuckle left my mouth. I heard him chuckling too.

"Chaeng... I've forgiven you for not contacting me long ago. Now, it's time for you to forgive yourself," he said gently. He pressed his forehead against mine, and another chuckle left my mouth. How could I stay mad in his presence? "Okay... I will..." I promised him. He smiled wider and nodded. "That's my Chaeng..."

We stayed like that for a few long seconds, basking in each other's warmth. Eventually, we separated, but we stayed in each other's arms, staring at each other. He smiled wide.

"Better now?" he asked. I chuckled and nodded. "Much. Much... Better..." I uttered, then I wrinkled my nose. "I missed you, Yori." "I missed you too, Chaeng..." he whispered. "Ya... Your friends must be worried. Do you wanna call them now?"

I nodded, and he helped me to my feet. I took a deep breath, and I walked towards the door.

"Okay, girls... Please come in now."

[erehisu-ladyhistoria]

THE LEAKS FOR CHAPTER 134 HAS BEEN RELEASED (for a few hour's and believe me I was so excited and nervous my heart was beating so fast I was nearly about to pass out I was) AND THE FIRST PANEL WE GET IS POOR HISTORIA GIVING BIRTH (I'm so scared on what's going to happen to Historia and her child).The fandom/shipper's: I knew it the farmer is with Historia that provs he's the father now so EreHisu won't be canon.Me: Right okay first off yea Historia is giving birth (I wish she had more time) but how the he'll could the farmer be the father if his not by Historia's side (couple or not) the father should always be by the mother of his child and keeping her calm and holding her hand. Not in the background (like a idiot) praying (maybe hope) while letting all the nurse's (3) helping Historia give birth. Second: why do fan's think that the Farmer is the one in the final panel (teaser from 2018) and saying: you are free. But how? He's not like Eren fighting for freedom he's just a caretaker.Third: As Historia was revealed pregnant in Ch 107 (July 2018) and the truth in Ch 130 (July 2020) when Historia was the one bringing up the pregnancy (not Eren nor Yelena) but as Historia to Eren (not the Farmer) about having a child she looked at him while saying it but as Historia approach the farmer in Ch 108 (August 2018) the child was not mentioned in that part only the military police talking about the pregnancy and the meeting with Yelena (which they thought was true about Historia meeting up with Yelena but that was a false lie cause they have no evidence/proof).Historia's not married (mentioned in Ch 108) Historia is not in love with the Farmer.Do you think it makes sense for a character who's been in manga/story for so long to get pregnant by someone random in the story who's been in the two chapter's 107-134 (backgrounds don't count in ch108). Come on I get why shipper's want something and to ruin other people's hope (like EH) but as the leaks were revealed it's going to far. Having a child with someone you know who's been important to your life who's always been there for you even stand up for you not letting anything happen to you that's the kind of person you want to be with right not someone random who you have no connection with (even if they were from your childhood who used to bully you by throwing rocks and not even in love) to be the father right?

If you were Historia who would you want to be your partner?

I saw the spoilers for chapter 134 and honestly I was excited .and felt bad for hisu at the same time for the amount of pain she is baring right now .

And I also agree with what you had to say I mean after the spoilers for this chapter in my opinion there is literally no way the farmer is the father just read this 👇🏼

Isayama has yet to reveal the full conversation from chapter 130 why hide it all this time just to reveal that the farmer is the father ? Why hide Eren’s reaction ? Why not reveal everything in chapter 130 or continue the conversation in 131? The manga is almost close to the end and the only PV missing is literally Historia’s .To answer your question if I was historia I would go with the person who protected me the most , the one who would stand up for me from being a sacrifice , (which would be Eren) considering the fact the the last panel has a dialogue of “you are free” no one else is obsessed with freedom like Eren. I don’t think the father is a farmer that is a nobody that is irrelevant no name no face that would be ridiculous in my humble opinion.

[mal-warebytes]

An Early Morning With You

It's dark in the Devildom. The mornings are dark, afternoons and evenings, always dark. You've grown use to it now but that doesn't mean you don't miss the sun. It's five o'clock in the morning and you're up before anyone else. You decide to head to the kitchen, make some coffee and enjoy the quiet before the brothers start hounding you for breakfast, you're in charge of food today.

You pour your cup, take in the aroma of the freshly ground beans as the steam hits your face with a relaxing sigh. You decide to go ahead and head up to the roof, one of the only places you can just hide for a moment and stare up into the star light sky undisturbed.

A crisp breeze kisses your neck as you pull the coffee cup to your lips and take a relaxing sip.

"That coffee smells really good..." you hear a quiet voice coming from behind.

You look over your shoulder and see Beel starting to climb through the window.

"Oh, hey Beel. It is really good. What are you doing up here? Breakfast won't be ready for a little while." You start to stand up. "I can make you something now though if you're hungry."

"I already grabbed a few things. Actually, I saw you climbing up here and wanted to make sure you're okay." He looks down at you with a sincere smile.

You look up at him with a soft grin, "I'm fine Beel. I just come up here to think sometimes."

Beel sits and you sit back down next to him. Both gazing up at the starlight sky.

"What were you thinking about?" he leans back and props himself up on his elbows.

You lay back beside him, taking another sip of your coffee. "I was thinking about the sun. Don't get me wrong, the stars and moon are beautiful, but every once in awhile I just miss that little sliver of light coming up over the horizon."

"So why don't you just take a visit back home?" He glances over at you, studying your features as you continue to stare up at the sky.

"I never really thought about it," you take another sip of coffee. "I guess I just consider here home now, it never really crossed my mind."

"I'm sure Diavolo would be happy letting you take a little trip back up, if you really wanted too." He gives you a little smile before returning his face to the sky.

"When's the last time you've seen the sun Beel?" you stare at him contently.

"Hmm? Oh, uh, you know, I can't really remember." He starts to stand up and stretches, placing his hands behind his hand. "I guess it's been awhile." He makes makes a face like he suddenly has a great idea. "Here," reaching his hand down to help you up, "come with me. I've got something I want to show you."

You place you hand in his, "What about breakfast? I'm sure the others will be up soon."

He pulls you to your feet, "Don't worry about them. This won't take long anyway and it's not far." With that he picks you up in both arms. "Hang on tight, this way is faster than going back downstairs."

Placing both arms around his neck, "Beel- what are you doing-?"

"Ok, ready? Hold on!" he starts and takes a running leap of the roof.

Clenching around his shoulders you scream out, "Beeeeel!" as you both land on ground.

Still safely in his arms he gently places you on the ground, "There, are you ok?"

Waiting for your heart to calm back down, you take your fist and punch him in the chest. Then shake it off, "could have warned me better." You see him cover a slight giggle. "So where are we going?"

He offers out his hand, "This way."

You take is hand and interlock your fingers, and follow him into the woods behind the House of Lamentation. It takes about ten minutes before he finally stops on top of a small grassy knoll.

"We're here." Beel starts to sit down and pulls you down between his legs, your back against his chest. "Now look down there," he points down to small lake just on the other side.

"Ok... what am I supposed to be looking for?" you peer down to where he is pointing and your eyes skim the lake.

There is a soft glow, slowly filling up the lake. As you watch it, it gets brighter and brighter making the lake look as though it was made of crystal. Your eyes widen watching the light dance across the subtle waves.

"What is this? This is beautiful Beel." You turn your head to face him.

"Now look up," he points just above the lake at the most brilliant star you have ever seen. "Do you remember that time we were lost in the underground labyrinth at Diavolo's castle?"

"The first time or the second time?" you chuckle, "of course I remember. You wanted to grill up Henry 1.0."

"He would have been tasty! I mean come on, a grilled snake that big!" his stomach growls just thinking about it. "Anyway that's not what I wanted to talk about." He wraps his arms around your waist and puts his chin on top of your head. "Solomon let you borrow his powers and you were able to summon Asmo without having a pact."

"Yea, I guess with his help, my own power awakened. It was really cool, the rush felt amazing!" still staring up at the warm glow of the star above you.

"Well that star, that lights up the lake, appeared shortly after we got back. I came across it on one of my morning runs," he pulls you in tighter. "You know what I think?"

Placing your hands over his, "what?"

"That's your star. The way it lights up the lake. It shines just as bright as you do," he places his hand under your chin and turns your head towards him. "You're my own personal sun."

You blush at his words and try to pull away to hide your face, but he won't let you. Instead he pulls you in and his lips embrace yours. It was soft, passionate and full of hunger. It only lasts a few moments but for you, time held still.

Once you finally part, you stand up with Beel right behind you and both gaze at the sky once more. "I think we better get back, I still need to make breakfast."

"Heh, yea you do. Your lips made me hungry," Beel places a hand on his stomach and wraps an arm around your waist as you both head back home.