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bunchofstraydogs · 4 years ago

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Dazai Osamu character breakdown as I understand him

Meaning that this might be inaccurate and your opinion and visage of him might differ from mine, which is just fine. We perceive the world and the people around us through our experiences and expectations. I'm curious to know how you guys see a complex character like Dazai, just please respect everyone's opinions.

Warning: Manga plot mentions, s2 spoilers, BEAST light novel spoilers, Dazai Osamu

Dazai Osamu was introduced into the scene of Bungou Stray Dogs at 14 when Mori found him.

Even at that young age, Dazai had suicidal tendencies and had been wrapped in bandages similarly as he is in the present. Already dealing with too much trauma for a child his age, the fire is fuelled as he was forced to bear witness to the death of the Port Mafia boss at the hands of Mori, the person that took him under his wing. To use him; which was becoming very apparent to Osamu if he hadn't been aware since the start. Now, I'm not saying that death of the previous boss left a particular scar on Samu, he even agrees with it and is something he himself would have done. But that that is the scene that bore fruit of the following quotes:

"Or could it be that you're afraid, Mori-san? That one day i will slit your throat and take over as the boss?"

followed by

"Everyone seems suspicious to those who have an axe to grind."

This tells us right away that he can tell what type of person you are just from the way you perceive your surroundings, which is logical, but not something many think too deep into.

Even less who have their evaluations of others on point like he does. And he has to, since Dazai's plan is always to understand his allies, his enemies, possible allies and possible enemies. He also takes into account important neutral parties that can still, in one way or another, affect the outcome of his plans or decide to align with one side out of common interest. After comes realising the main goals, along with side achievements (just in case some of those maim his allies or ruin the future plans he made) of every party. Taking in their morals and motivation, and being familiar with the ground the confrontation will happen on, he now has the view of the whole chess board and it's pieces in his head. He moves his allies in the right places, knowing how they'll react in the situation to come, and awaits the enemies with open fire arms. He was tought to think like that. At all times. Mori made sure of it. You know how specialists never really stop thinking in their areas of expertise, like doctors, for example, will naturally notice people's posture and look for scoliosis or whatever? How your foot hits the floor, if you're walking straight, your knees and shoulders, etc. Same for Dazai. His brain maps out person's expressions, reactions, choices, personality, etc. in great detail. I'm pretty sure he has eidetic memory, if his conversations in manga with Fyodor are anything to go by.

Another thing his brain does is think of worst possible outcomes.

Not in a fear of what if things go wrong, but as a possible route. He uses it to determine how big of a threat the opposing force is and what steps they'll have to take to achieve that. Knowing that, he'll know how to intercept them. Also, like everything else, it's not something he can control since we're talking about thought process here and that's just how his brain works. Can't magically turn that off. It's especially annoying to him when he's genuinely enjoying himself with, let's say, ADA members and then his brain goes brrr.

•"A lot happened recently and we're a torn in many people's eyes." *Tanizaki and Atsushi drinking punch* "There's a possibility, while a small one, about 8% at this very moment, but as time goes on will increase, that an organisation outside of Yokohama decided we're an unavoidable threat and poisoned the drinks. Don't drink that. Nothing will happen, they'll wake up tomorrow in pristine condition don't drink th-"

Yeah, i feel bad for him too.

He has PTSD and insomnia, besides the hectic brain,

so he's not getting proper amount of rest. Actually, he drinks almost every night by himself at home. Pretty sure it's canon as well, because if you search for a picture of him in his room, you'll see him surrounded by multiple bottles. Two of the PTSD symptoms are hallucinations and night terrors (no, that is not the same as a nightmare). What people usually do is use opium to cause hallucinations in a safe environment so that there's little chance of them happening uncontrolled. He's probably using alcohol to numb himself while he's reminiscing, since if he does still have hallucinations after years having passed by (which isn't impossible), they're probably few and far between. Not saying there's no chance he isn't using opium. He would know where to get what he needs, after all.

Osamu's haunted by his own actions as well, not just by trauma caused to him.

At an uncountable amount of occasions, he found himself looking into a mirror and not really comprehending his image. It was like dissociation. Looking through a fog at what's supposed to be your carbon copy, but not knowing all of your features perfectly, so whatever you're seeing could only be an impostor, yet you're not sure because that would take comprehending physical proof of your life to the fullest and how it works and he just... can't. He can but he doesn't want to. He already knows he's despicable and broken, doesn't really feel the need to see just how much. He can't, for all his perfect memory, remember the faces of the people he has killed. He hadn't even seen all of them, but he was responsible for their demise. Causing havoc and misfortune in general through other crimes besides murder as well. We've seen his expression when he listened in on Atsushi talking to Kyouka over the earpiece how the 35 deaths don't matter anymore. He knows they do and he knows that the change of heart won't justify what he's they've done. Ango thought him to value each life. But he also knows that even murderers can change and become good. Oda did that. It's also what's keeping him in the agency.

When Oda died, his last words mentioned that Dazai doesn't care about good or bad and that was correct for Dazai Osamu back then. I genuinely think that his present self does mind the difference.

He believes in necessary evil and will do dark shit to get the good outcome he's envisioned.

He doesn't separate outlaws and lawful people, however.

He knows that generally speaking, the line is thin and easy to cross and that many were born or forced into the situations they are. Those that fight the life thrown at them are an exception, not a rule. That's also why he likes Atsushi, probably the main reason. The boy has every right to hate the world and yet. Dazai is envious, he doesn't really have the same capacity.

I want now to talk about why does Dazai Osamu do what Dazai Osamu does.

The reason he attempts suicide, joined the mafia, made friends at all, is because for all his intelligence and observations, ability to understand others, he doesn't really understand himself.

He doesn't understand his worth. He doesn't understand his purpose. In all of that confusion, he finds no reason to live. He laughs but can't get the high, he bruises but can't fully heal. In all of the things people find happiness in he can't feel joy from. He is emotionally stunted. He thinks too logically. He doesn't understand actions out of emotions because to him, it doesn't make sense. Emotions cloud your mind and when you're not thinking straight, you make mistakes. Plain and simple. He just accepts it, that most people simply cannot control themselves and prefer lashing out instead of methodical approach. All the better for him, he has leverage. Even when he does act on impulse, which is incredibly rare and not as explosive and dramatic, his brain rationalises it as to why his actions were a good way to go. And if his reaction was one that bore fruit, than it was a tactical one.

"If you place yourself somewhere close to raw emotions, where you're exposed to raw violence and death, instinct and desire, you can brush against man's true nature. I though that way i could find a reason to live somehow."

From this, i can tell that he was hoping that, in a situation where he's pushed far enough, he'd realise what's important to him, what he wants to protect or destroy, what's one thing he wouldn't want to leave unsettled before dying. What is that one thing he'd regret dying before achieving? What should he fight death for. What is worth living on for? To him, it doesn't matter if that something is good or evil as long as he gets to keep it in his life.

It seems he hadn't found it exactly, but is satisfied with what he has for now, in the agency, to just keep going. But he still tries to commit suicide, hoping that one day, when the clear picture of the world around him is fading away, when he's becoming light headed from the lack of oxygen, when he's loosing control over his body and thoughts don't seem to flow well, there will be one thing, anyone, screaming at him to fight it. New day new chances. It didn't happen today, better luck tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow and tomo-.

Now, like Mori, Dazai feels the need to, at all times, be in control of the situation. Including people.

That means no one, but perhaps Ranpo due to his own abnormal intellect, is aware of their own role. They know their mission, but they're not expecting to be given that particular one because they'll come across an obstacle they would react to in a way that would satisfy Osamu's plans.

Dazai Osamu is more of a chemist, than a chess player, if you ask me.

Throwing different people into the mix, under different conditions at different times and is noting down their reactions in safe surrounding if possible, so that when the time calls for it, he'll be able to make a perfect concoction for the predicament. A chemist and his substances; A chess player and his pawns; A puppeteer and his puppets. Now, Dazai is meticulous and never rash, but like everyone else (except effin Lovecraft what is he even) he's only human and he bleeds when he falls down and humans aren't perfect. He isn't always right. That means he makes mistakes. The issue with big shot players that control the board is that, when they fall down, everyone on their side crashes and burns as well. So the day Dazai fucks up everyone else will follow because of lack of insight on their part that's completely out of their control. All it takes is for him to underestimate or overestimate one person and chaos ensues. There is no such thing as happy little accidents small mistakes for someone like him. I have crippling anxiety and a sole thought that one hiccup could blow up in everyone's face... damn. I would try committing suicide myself. But it's his fault, he brought upon himself an obligation and pressure like that. To be fair, it was Mori that drilled that type of thinking where no one should know what you plan because they can't ruin what they don't know If they turn against you, they can't stop you.

For his own sake, and everyone else's, Dazai needs to learn how to show his cards and share the burden.

Again, going back to the emotionally stunted guy that has commitment issues (where he either can't commit or can't let go) trope.

He never outright does something good for someone where people would acknowledge it, he uses his underhanded tactics here as well.

He casually makes himself look like a bad guy, an asshole, to conveniently move attention from the inner turmoil a person is struggling with to a present problem at hand that they can fix and let their frustrations out on. But he hopes that, one day, someone just might notice his intentions for what they are and do the unspeakable- see through him.

"I'm a very private person. You don't ask, i don't tell."

Yes, and your whole existence is just a huge cry for help. He wants to be asked. He's begging for attention. A specific type of attention. One that will see him without making him feel imposed on. One that will understand his sins without making a big deal out of it. Accept him as a person he is, makes him feel like one as well. Makes him feel alive. Makes him feel... period.

The day he finds that thing is the day he completely turns his life around and fully dedicates to it. It's where the part of not being able to let go commitment issue ensues.

Since Oda's death he's been secretly keeping an eye out on possible ways to bring him back. If you've read Beast AU you know that when Dazai gets his hands on the book, he'll create a universe where Oda doesn't die. Should he find an ability user that can bring back the dead, just tell him what it will take, he's ready to destroy his own soul for it and if that isn't enough, well, he'll have no hesitation ruining theirs. After all, BEAST!Dazai Osamu never actually met Odasaku, he just had the memories he'd gotten from his canon self and that was enough for him to do everything he did.

He's incredibly selfish and has a weird come in but the door is a wall dynamic he rolls with in his self imposed solitude.

It's like the walls of the space in my brain are ugly and terrifying, so i closed off the entrance to keep myself in. I'm doing you a favour but please break the wall down and tell me it's okay to come out i don't want to be here-

Happy little thoughts woah woah yeah~

That's what i got from what I've seen of him. I may have missed some things, some things might prove to be wrong as the series progress further, but yeah.

There is, however, one more thing i want to put out here. Since Dazai was already like this before Mori found him, that begs to question as to why? What happened to him?

Now, since the characters are based on real people, is it crazy to say that Dazai Osamu has had a horrible childhood because of his father? Real life Dazai was terrified of his dad and was very intimidated by him. He always tried to stay in his good graces out of fear of punishment. Neither of his parents felt like a parent to him, actually. His father didn't care and his mother was often ill, but did care for him when she could. Both of them died eventually.

This could be the plot Kafka based Dazai's background on, but we'll have to wait and see.

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writingtoforgetreality · 4 years ago

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Help You - Little Movie Star Chapter Six (Jensen Ackles x Daughter!Reader)

[Actors-Masterlist], [Little Movie Star-Masterlist]

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Summary: Your auditions were coming up. You would lie if you said you were not nervous but you remembered your lines. So nothing could go wrong. Maybe something would. But that something was not associated with the auditions.

Words: 2,003

Warnings: nervousness, little fangirl moment, anxiety, dark thoughts, panic attack, a lil sass, fluff, love for Jared <3, (Y/A) = your age

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~2016~

“You know your lines?” Jensen asked for the thirtieth time today. Honestly, if you did not know better, you would say he was more nervous than you.

“I do, Jensen.” you did not ask him to stop questioning you. All you did was sending him a smile. Seating yourself in front of your laptop, (Jensen gave you his old one so you could write) you breathed slowly & controlled. Yes, you were nervous but you had a good feeling. Jensen & Danneel, both wanting to support you, each took seats right behind the laptop, only for you to see.

The first audition went by smoothly. You remembered all of your lines & implemented what was asked of you. Once you started, your nervousness faded away & you were delivering the lines confidently. At the end, they told you they would let you know as soon as they discussed everything with the rest of the crew.

“I’m proud of you, (Y/N).” Jensen stated after you ended the video call. Nobody had ever told you that. It meant a lot to you & he could tell by the way you reacted. Now, the waiting began. Jared had asked you to text him once you were done & you did. Letting him know that everything went fine.

You were more anxious for the Marvel audition. Unsure why, your heart was racing & your hands were trembling. It was not any different than the first one. Well, except for the fact that THE Russo Brothers were the ones doing the audition. You had been a fan of their work for years & wanted to deliver perfectly. Also, being part of the next Avengers movie? Surreal. You remembered it so clearly, when you watched your first Marvel movie in theaters. It was now or never. Again, Jensen & Danneel stood close by, hoping it would calm you down just the slightest.

Throughout your audition, you forgot your lines once or twice but covered it immediately by improvising a scene that you found fitting. It was weird. Sitting in front of a laptop, acting out a scene you were rehearsing before. You imagined working on film sets with other people to be easier. Here, you could only focus on the screen in front of you & Joe & Anthony Russo were not exactly people you wanted to focus on. Hell, you were acting like a crazy little fangirl.

“So, (Y/N).” Anthony started. “We actually have a few more auditions for this role coming up.” in the corner of your eye, you saw Jensen picking up his phone & walking out of the room. Huh, weird…

“I really don’t think we need to see more, though.” Joe continued.

“What we’re trying to say is that, if you want to, you got the role.” Anthony finished, smiling brightly. What did he just say?

“Really?” you could not believe it. They wanted you! YOU! Someone who had never acted before. The Russo’s simply nodded at you & told you that every piece of information would be sent to you in the following days. Somehow, you managed to end the video call professionally but not before thanking them again & again. They said you were a natural & a perfect addition to their new movie. And you were just loving everything at the moment.

Running over to Danneel, you hugged her tightly. She congratulated you, telling you that this was what you deserved. When you wanted to ask where Jensen was, he reentered the room, a big smile plastered on his face.

“I got the role!”

“You got the role!” the two of you said at the same time.

“What? I thought you were on the phone, how do you know?” how could he know about you getting the role if he was not even there?

“You’re talking about the Marvel one?” his eyes grew wide. You nodded & he pulled you into a hug.

“Today’s your lucky day, angel.” Jensen picked up that nickname from Danneel & you sure as hell were not complaining. “Just got off the phone with our producer. Welcome to the Supernatural Family.” it took you a moment to process what he said.

“Wait…Does that mean-?” Jensen nodded. “Oh my god! This is crazy…” you were pacing now. This being the only thing you could do at the moment.

“Congrats, (Y/N)! We need to celebrate!” he immediately called Jared to tell him the great news.

A celebration party was set up for this evening. Everyone was coming. The Padalecki’s, this time with Tom & Shep (& baby number three that was already growing inside Gen’s belly). Jensen’s parents were invited as well which meant that you would meet them for the first time. You were not a fan of parties, especially when the attention was on you, but Jensen & Danneel were so excited while planning everything, you did not want to ruin it by admitting that you actually disliked events like this. Being the center of a crowd made you uneasy but you just got two acting roles, you could play pretend for a few hours, right?

The party was not as bad as you first expected it to be. Meeting your grandparents for the first time was nice, they welcomed you warmly & told you that they were glad they could finally meet you in person. Everyone here knew about your upcoming roles but you were asked to keep it secret for the time being. People would find out soon enough anyway. This celebration tonight was more than you had ever had. Not even once had you had a birthday party or something similar. You were not used to these kinds of things. Apparently, you should get used to them since such parties occurred more often with these people. Though you had to admit that it would be a challenge for you. You liked each & every one of these people here but still, there were these tiny voices in your head that just would not shut up. Telling you that you did not deserve to have them in your life, that you were not good enough to be an actor, that they were better off without you. Shaking your head to rid yourself of these awful thoughts, you could feel your breathing becoming irregular. Shit, please not now. Not in front of everyone. You had to get out of here, you could not have a full blown panic attack when you were supposed to celebrate & have fun. Looking around the room, you saw that the kids were playing & the others were caught up in a conversation. If you were to make an exit, now would be the time. Without a second thought, you got up & hurried out of the room, heading for the safety of your own bedroom.

Shutting the door behind you, you did not even make it to your bed. You fell down to your knees & crawled the remaining distance to your bed where you sat with your back pressed to it. Your breakdown was stupid, you knew that. You got two acting roles, something you had dreamed about ever since you were little. You had a family where, for the first time, you felt like you actually belonged. Hell, there were people here to celebrate you. But the past always seemed to catch up with you, no matter how hard you tried to move on. You could not breathe. Why could you not breathe? If you did not get yourself together, you might actually pass out. Shit, you could not do this alone. But you also did not have the strength to get up. Your phone was left at the party because you forgot it in your state of panic. Trying to yell for someone to help you, you found that your voice had left you.

Experiencing panic attacks like this was everything but fun. Like you were the main character in a horror movie & you made all the stupid mistakes the audience usually joked about. There was no way to escape. You did not hear the knock on your door, neither did you feel when a presence sat down right next to you. But still, nobody was touching you. And you were grateful for that because who knew how you would have reacted to anyone touching you.

“You gotta breathe for me, (Y/N). In & out, in & out. Try to match my breathing.” was the first thing you heard after minutes. You knew the voice but could not tell who it belonged to. Not that it mattered in the moment. Having someone to tell you how to breathe was all you needed.

“There you go, you’re doing great.” the voice encouraged you. Your breathing slowly returned to normal & you were exhausted like crazy. Looking to your right, you found Jared sitting next to you, smiling slightly. Shit, you just embarrassed yourself in front of him.

“You okay?” he asked, still concerned about you.

“I’m sorry.” your voice was hoarse & it felt like almost every ounce of strength had left your body because of this panic attack.

“Nothing to be sorry for.” he assured you. “I could tell you didn’t hear me right away & I wasn’t sure if you were okay with me touching you so I tried my best to get your breathing back to normal.” you were unsure how to answer him. You knew he struggled with his own mental health. Maybe he thought you were faking this. At least other people always believed you wanted attention whenever you went through an episode like that. It was the exact opposite, if you were completely honest.

Silence filled the room once again. Jared was not done with talking, though.

“Do Jensen & Dee know?” you scoffed at that. If they knew they probably would have never set up this party in the first place.

“I guess that’s a no then.” he answered his question himself. “How long have you had these?” maybe it was the fact that you were too tired, but you found yourself opening up to Jared.

“Ever since I can remember.” admitting something like that was not easy but it was the truth.

“You should tell them.”

“So they have another reason to send me back?” Jared widened his eyes at your statement. Were you really thinking that?

“They would never, & I really mean NEVER, send you back, (Y/N). They care for you a lot & they’d be more than open to help you with this. You don’t have to go through this alone.”

“Oh yeah? Well, I’ve been dealing with this for (Y/A) years on my own & I’m doing just fine.” the moment you said it, you heard that you were way too harsh with him. That was not your intention. “Sorry, Jared. I didn’t mean it like that.” looking down to avoid his stare, you waited for him to get up & walk out of your room. He did not, though. No. But his next question caught you off guard.

“You want a hug?” that was all you needed at the moment. A slight nod of your head made Jared pull you closer to his body. His embrace felt like a safe haven & you were happy that he was the one who followed you upstairs. Jared let you hug him for as long as you needed. Right now, you were all that mattered. And if you did not want to tell Jensen or Danneel, he would. They were his best friends & if he knew you were struggling, it was his job to let them know as well.

“We’ll get through this together, I promise.” pressing a soft kiss on the top of your head, he could feel you tightening your grip on him. For once, you wanted to trust another person’s promise. For once, you needed another person to keep their promise. You were not sure if you could keep going otherwise.

~to be continued~

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Published (04/24/2021) by Cathy

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justoneday-namjoonii · 5 years ago

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Don’t Breathe | 5.0

»Genre: hitman!au || stalker!au ||

»Warnings: kidnapping, stalking, obsession, themes of borderline Stockholm syndrome and Lima syndrome, brief mono-phobia, mature elements, manhandling, breakdowns, guns, yandere (? i think ), he thinks it’s cute when she cries, eventually they fall in love, Disclaimer: I do not condone nor suggest stalking/kidnapping or anything of that nature, this is pure fiction ok, kidnappers and stalkers DO NOT love you.

»Summary: He doesn’t get shaky hands, he never forgets his gloves and he never leaves a trail. He was paid to get rid of everyone who witnessed the exchange between a gang lord and a politician, they were picked off, one by one. He found out a month later, he missed one. A young writer who attended the event where the exchange took place. He has to kill her. Can he do it?

✤ pt.1 - pt.2 - pt.2.5 - pt.3 - pt. 3.5 - pt. 4.0 - pt. 4.5 - pt. 5.0 - pt.5.5 - pt.6.0

a/n: this is a heavy and wordy chapter so bare with me, we’re almost at the finale! thank you for reading and i hope u enjoy!💖

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When you woke up this morning, you felt nauseous, sick to your stomach. Last night, while you were sleeping, he packed up some basic necessities and put them in his car. He said Yeosang would be by soon to officialese everything and that you could relax until then. But you can’t, you’re head hurts so bad, you want to throw up.

“I was in the other room but I didn’t hear you get up, I would’ve made you breakfast,” Taehyung leans against the bathroom door frame and watches you, you’re dressed and he’s wondering how he missed you waking up and showering. You’re busy brushing your teeth, still wanting to pass out from how bad your headache is, but you decide against it.

“Did you sleep well?” You nod, spitting in the sink with the running water. He tilts his head, already picking up on your change in demeanor. Taking a step towards you, he lifts your chin to get you to look him in the eye, “Hey, I know that face, look at me,” Concern coats his expression and you will yourself to finally look at him, “what’s wrong?”

“I’m just- I don’t know, I’m nervous about all of this,” You walk past him into the bedroom, the beautiful bedroom you’ll probably never get to share with him again, “what if things don’t work out? What if your friend can’t help us, then what?” You sit on the edge of the bed, hugging yourself at the thought, the terror you would endure if this all went south. “I’m scared, I have this bad feeling, it’s making me really uneasy...”

“I know,” Taehyung can’t say he’s never had those thoughts, it plagues his mind too. The thought of no longer having the comfort of each other, the joy in your smiles and laughter being taken, it’s scary. Kneeling in front of you, he takes your hands into his with a light squeeze.

“I know it’s scary, and we’re taking a huge risk,” He tilts his head, puppy-dog eyes peering into your weary ones, “but I promise, I’m doing what’s best to keep us safe and together, alright baby?” He caresses the side of your face with the back of his hand, but the affection makes you pout rather than feel better.

“Hey, and guess what? Once this is all over, we’ll be shopping at local markets to buy fresh produce for us to cook with,” He smiles, trying to lighten up your mood with the dreamy idea, “we can paint whatever we can get our hands on, with whatever paint you want, you can write stories and poems during picnics, we could do whatever your heart desires, we’ll have a new life together,” He thumbs at the backs of your hands, tugging at your heartstrings to get you to smile. “I’ll even get you a puppy if you want one, doesn’t that sound perfect?”

You can’t help but form a little grin at the thought. “It does...”

“That’s what’s waiting for us bunny, we just have to wait for a little while,” He sits up to cup the back of your neck and places a firm kiss on your lips, so soft and warm but short-lived when he pulls away, “so give me a little smile, please?” You oblige, smiling down at him and he pinches your chin with a giggle.

"There you go, that’s my sweet girl,” He stands up and takes you with him, arms wrapped just at your thighs to keep you above ground, “why don’t you go get a few paintings to take with you, while I pack up a few things, and you can wear my favorite bracelet for good luck,”

”Pack?” You sigh, feet hitting the ground when he let’s you go. He slips off the black threaded bracelet and tightens it around your wrist with a smile. “Do you want me to help-”

“You go, I got it,” He holds your head in his hands and kisses between your brows with an audible smooch which made you laugh, “go on.”

With a pat on your butt, you’re making your way out of the bedroom and down to the basement. When you get down there, you realize the number of paintings you have. There are about ten to fifteen finished paintings and the others are unfinished. The little story that’s being written is illustrated in this painting, wonder and lover is illustrated in these paintings. In your attempt to pick a few, you notice the little cushion he got for you months ago. Sometimes, it doesn’t even register to you that once you were stuck down here, fighting and dying to leave this place. Now you’re almost in tears at the thought of having to leave.

But you’re new life is ahead of you, you should be happy.

Leu is facing a political nightmare, there’s a chance he won’t recover from this. Scandals happen all the time, affairs, bribery, on rare occasions, perjury. But seldom is a man of his prowess busted for abetting in multiple murders. There’s no coming back from this. He’s been tracking the phone for a few weeks, and only recently did he realize it was active recently. He completely missed it. When he arrived at the police station, he gave one of the detectives the phone number to hopefully track. He’s been waiting in a room filled with computers and busy interns, just waiting for results. When he considers leaving the room for another bland coffee, he gets a phone call. Looking down at the screen, he sees who it is and decides to answer it.

Yoongi dismisses himself and steps into the hall, “Hello?”

“Jin told me you all found the person who hired the group that killed all those people and took Y/n, is that true?” She sounds hopeful.

“We found him. I can’t reveal too much but we’re hammering down on the search, trying to track the location of the cellphone.”

“I hope she’s okay,” Her voice falters a bit, “there are some sick people out there, I just pray she’s not with one of them.”

He has to cut the call short when one of the tech people waves aggressively to get his attention.

“We just got a location,” The woman beckons him back into the room, “it’s about an hour and a half away from here, in what looks like one of the upper-class neighborhoods on the east-side.”

Yoongi walks over to the computer, eyes skimming over the estimated location of the cellphone. “The phone was traced to that location?”

He’s surprised that your phone would be in such a nice area, but then again he knows what the Hwan Group has been rumored to do. They’ve sold they’re victims to high-paying old men and women who’re looking to fulfill their sick desires in innocent people. It’s repulsive. He can’t help the churn he feels in his stomach when the thought of a person being used like that crosses his mind. In his career in the FBI and even as a PI now, he’s seen some shit. And no matter how many times he’s walked in on dead bodies, shackled victims, bloodied crime scenes, seeing people mistreated makes him sick. But what keeps him doing this is the chance, the small but promising chance that the victim might be alive.

“How long was it on?”

“Not sure, but it was turned on about 2 hours ago and then shut off, must’ve died,” She types a string of letters and another tab pops up, “this is the address.” Promptly, the printer in the corner of the room spits out the paper with the address and she rolls her chair over to it.

“If she’s anywhere, here is your best bet.”

The room is filled with men in black gear, heavy leather boots, and guns on their hips. When Minho gives the word, they all pile into the van and Minho gets in the backseat of his car—he tells the driver to wait before pulling out.

“Shit,” He lets out a deep sigh, dress-shirt feeling too tight on his neck. “he brought this on his self, he brought this on his damn self and he didn’t give me any other choice, right?”

Jimin sits beside him, nodding his head in agreement. “Absolutely, he can’t blame you for this, he knows the price of the job,”

“Doesn’t make it any easier, out of everyone, he was the last person I thought would pull something like this, I still don’t fully believe it-”

“Well,” Jimin interjects, making a thoughtful expression, “maybe he did kill the target and he’s just being hush-hush about it, the girl could’ve put up a fight or- I don’t know, anything could have happened.”

“Maybe,” He takes out his phone, pressing a contact, “but I’m going to give him one more chance,” Waiting for a few seconds, deep down inside he hopes Taehyung will answer. Sadly, the call goes to voicemail and he sets the phone down and sighs, there’s nothing else he can do.

“He didn’t answer, he’s buying time,” Jimin confirms the inevitable, “he knows what he’s doing, it’s best we confront him now.”

Minho pats the back of the driver's chair. “Go ahead.”

He was plundering through the drawers when he found your cellphone stacked on a small pile of books. Assuming he’d be able to wipe it, he tucked is into the little bag along with a few of the books he knew you liked to read. Packing up this stuff reminds him of the night he took you from your house, the night that changed his life. It had been after so much time watching you, learning our lifestyle. He knows now that if he had a chance to learn all of that about you in a different circumstance, like as friend that would slowly morph into something more, he’d take that chance.

The buzzing of his phone pulls him from his thoughts, thinking it was Minho again, he was about to ignore it, but he peeks at the screen to see that it’s Yeosang. Quickly, he answers the call and presses the phone to his ear.

“Hey, I’ve got some good news and some bad news. Good news, the condo is in your name and ready to go. The bad news is, the flights have been delayed due to bad weather, it’s about a 2-hour delay, could be more.”

“Shit, that would happen,” Taehyung presses his temples, “how close are you?’

“About 45 minutes? Something like that. Do you want me to get her to the airport and you drive separately or do you want me to-”

“If you pick her up that’ll be fine but I was hoping for both of us to get out of here sooner than that,” He zips up the backpack and leaves the room with the flick of the light, “Minho tried to call me and I didn’t answer, he knows something,”

“I want to help you guys,” Yeosang stresses, “maybe you could drive all the way and take a flight from a city further down.”

“That might work if I leave right now,” Taehyung mentally flips through his options and the possibilities are starting to grow slimmer in his mind, “you know what, listen out for me, I need to get her ready. I’ll call you back when we’re in route.”

Taking the little bag with him, he goes downstairs and searches for his computer, but he realizes it’s packed away. He was going to see if there were any loose strings that he might now have noticed.

That’s when he hears a heavy knock on the door. He stands frozen, waiting for a second knock. There is a second knock and a booming voice from the other side.

“Kim! I know you’re in there.”

it’s too late, he’s here. Without a second to lose, he runs down to the basement where you’re peacefully admiring your first painting.

All of a sudden, he hugs you and the painting falls from your grasp, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, he’s here,” He goes to turn off the light and you pick up the painting down to put it back, barely registering what he’s saying, “you need to hide while I buy us some time.”

“Wha- What? No, I want to stay with you,” Your hands are shaking and you feel like you’re getting that sick feeling again—this can’t be happening. “Tae, don’t leave me, what if something happens to you?-”

“Shh, it’ll be okay, I need you to hide under here,” He guides you over to the tiny space under the staircase, gesturing for you to kneel down. You do as he says and he kneels in front of you, every fiber in his body telling him to stay by your side, but he knows he can’t. He holds you in a warm embrace as if it was the last time, he always does it like it’s the last time. “It’s okay, just stay here.”

With that, you’re left in the pitch-black basement, curled up under the stairs, and wishing this was all just a bad dream. But the sound of the front door opening gives you the confirmation that this is your worst nightmare coming to life.

He opened the door a few minutes ago, Minho and Jimin had pushed past him to get inside, about ten suited-up guys follow and the door slammed on there way in. With little struggle, they had Taehyung sit on the couch while Minho paced in front of him as his team tears the place apart.

“I didn’t want to do this to you.” That’s the first thing Minho says.

“I can see that,” Tae responds plainly.

“You brought this upon yourself you know,” Minho stands in front of him, hands in his pockets with a cold glare on his face, “whatever the hell you were trying to do, it’s over now.”

Taehyung stays quiet, pissing Minho off even more.

“Do you know what you’ve done to this organization? We’re on the radar because you took that woman. Now the cops are involved, they’re onto us and they won’t stop until they find her. Why choose to go rogue now? Your contract ends in a year and you decide to spend it ruining your reputation? Out of everyone in the company, you were the last person I thought I’d have to worry about, you were my absolute best, and now that’s all gone to hell,” He bites his bottom-lip, getting impatient with Taehyung’s unchanging demeanor, “do you even care?”

He just stares at him blankly.

“Nothing upstairs,” About three guys come from downstairs.

“Downstairs is clear,” The others emerge from the other parts of the house, also empty-handed, "no signs of a body or that anyone else was living here sir-”

“Check again!” Minho snaps, kicking the coffee table across the room with a loud curse, “Look outside, tear the damn place apart if you have to, she has to be somewhere.”

He goes on and on, going red in the face he’s so livid, Taehyung was his favorite. The fussing becomes a bit repetitive to Jimin, so he decides to go off and do his own search, that’s when Tae gets truly nervous for the first time, Jimin has a knack for finding the unsuspecting.

Footsteps can be heard throughout the entire house. You only flinch when you hear a loud thump, like a table being thrown or broken against the wall. You brace yourself, placing your hands on your ears until the footsteps cease. You breathe in and out shallowly, trying to listen for Taehyung. You haven’t heard him once, not one sound.

Your heart drops when you hear the high pitched squeak of the basement door opening. Light slips into the darkroom. Heavy footsteps on the stair-well reverberate against your ears.

He’s a painter? He would be, wouldn’t he? A man mumbles to himself. Peeking from behind the wooden beam that’s shielding you, you see a man with shiny black hair looking at your paintings. You close your eyes and cover your mouth, tears pricking at your eyes from the sheer suspense of it all. Your body is shaking, sweating and the need to gasp for more air becomes critical to your sanity. But you hold it in, you block out the rapid heartbeat pounding against your rib-cage.

“Where are you...” He speaks clearer now as if he knows you’re here as if he knows you’re trying to block him out. Eyes squeezed shut, your curl in on yourself, trying so hard not to make a sound. His footsteps become louder, his shadow appears on the wall opposite of you like a lurking monster, seeking to cause you nothing but terror. In contrast, he hums a little song softly.

If you close your eyes, he’ll go away, just close your eyes and he’ll go away.

“There you are,” You look straight at him and your fight or flight kicks in. You try to make a run for it but he easily grabs you, “hey! Stop- Stop fighting, I’m not gonna hurt you! Calm down-”

You scream but he clamps a hand over your mouth. Squirming violently, you try to bite his hand but he removes it before you can. He fights to drag you upstairs as you cry out for help. “Let go of me!”

When Taehyung hears your cries, all that goes through his mind is that he has to be with you. He darts past Minho to get to you but one of the guys tackle him to the ground. He calls out to you anyway, “I’m here! Y/n, it’s okay,”

Minho’s thrown off by what he thinks is a loving tone, “Keep him down.” He orders the men as he waits for the squealing female to be brought to him.

“Here she is, found her hiding under the staircase,” Jimin emerges with a smile and a red scratch on his brow courtesy of you, “she is very much alive.” He drops you on the ground in front of Minho. On your hands and knees and you look up with weary eyes.

“Oh Taehyung, you’ve been hiding her this entire time, you lied to me,” He kneels in front of your trembling form, head tilted and a hand reaching out to cup your jaw, “she is a pretty little thing, I get it. But if you wanted to keep her, why didn't you just say so? That could have been arranged,” You jerk away, “I just never thought you were the type to want toys like this.”

“That’s not what this is, she’s not a sexual object,” The men pull Tae to his feet and he finally sees you, on the ground, paralyzed with uncertainty, “I’ve been protecting her from you.”

“When have you ever protected a target from me? You take the job, I never force you to take a fucking job, Kim. This is your fault because you missed her and then had to go back to the job, then you watched her for too long and got attached, the very thing I warned you about that when you first joined.”

You look back at Taehyung, searching for some type of comfort in his eyes, but you’re stalled by the painful sting in your scalp, “Ow!-”

“This woman?” He fists your hair, pulling you to your feet. You grasp his wrist to try to loosen his grip but it only tightens, sending a burn down your back tears to your eyes. It’s deliberate torture for Taehyung to watch because he can’t do anything about it.

“This fucking woman should have been dead, and since you fucked everything up, I have to take care of her myself. But I don’t get it, you’ve killed dozens before, she shouldn’t have been a problem, but you got obsessed and she just had to be yours, didn’t she? That’s pathetic.” He shakes his head, disappointed.

“Do you not remember? You signed the contract for 7 years, you don’t get to experience real love in this job, and you know that better than anyone. How could anyone love you after what you’ve done? You’ve told me that countless times, what’s with the sudden change in heart?”

Taehyung looks away for the first time, it’s all true, when Tae signed the contract, he was sure he’d never have to worry about being attached to anyone. He didn’t love anyone, and no one loved him or ever could, so the job was perfect. No worried messages from a mother, disappointing looks from a father— if he has no one, there’s no one to disappoint, no one to secretly hate him. He ruled out the possibility that someone would ever want to love him, truly love him. Then came you and he loved, he was loved.

“She doesn’t deserve to this, she doesn’t deserve to die. She didn’t do anything wrong,” Taehyung looks into in your eyes, trying to communicate to you, trying to think of a way to get out of here, “I swear, if you touch her-”

“Don’t give me that shit, you’ve killed all kinds of people, good, bad and in between, what makes her any different?-”

His sentence is cut short when Taehyung suddenly jerks against the men holding him and he gets free. He gets a hold of the gun and points it at Minho. Your hair is released but the man now holds you with an arm anchored around your neck.

“Let her go,” Taehyung takes short strides towards you two as the barrel of the gun stays square to Minho’s forehead, “you know I’m a straight shot, I could kill you right now,” He cocks the gun, the action making you shutter, “get your hands off of her.”

“You won’t do it,” Minho is already holding it to your head, arm secured around your neck. “if you kill me, you kill her, that’s not what you want,” He shoves the barrel against your scalp and you bite your lip hard to stop from sobbing. “I will kill her if I have to, then this will all be over. But if you put that gun down, and do exactly what I say, she stays alive, I promise.”

“Tae- Taehyung,” You manage to choke out, clawing at Minho’s arms frantically, “please-” He tightens his grip on your poor neck and that’s when Taehyung raises his hands in surrender and he’s immediately brought to his knees.

“Alright! Just stop, stop! She can’t fucking breathe! Please,” As soon as they take the gun, Minho throws you on the hard floor and you gasp for air, coughing violently as you brace on your hands and knees, “do what you want with me, just don’t hurt her.”

“Huh,” He groans, clicking his teeth in contemplation, “since you are my favorite and you’ll probably never see her again, why don’t you give her some love before you go? I’ll give you that at least.”

Taehyung down looks at you then at Minho. “What?”

“I’m giving you a chance to say goodbye,” Minho nudges you with his hand, making you flinch, “hurry up before I change my mind.”

The men are still holding him, his arms behind his back. He bites back tears as you sit frozen, mirroring his pained expression. “Y/n, it’s okay,” He calls for you, pulling against the retrains, “come here, baby,” You begin to crawl over to him, but you’re still hesitant to get near the people holding him, “let go! What the fuck do think I’m gonna do?!-”

“Let’m go, he won’t do anything stupid.”

Once he’s freed, he cocoons you in his arms, his body is warm and his energy is calm as he cradles you close. Minho stops to observe a version of Taehyung he has never witnessed before. He’s on his knees, holding you to his chest as you cling to him. Your knuckles must be white from how hard you’re gripping his shirt. Your eyes are squeezed shut, you’re shaking, petrified with the thought of never feeling this again. You can’t live like that, you could die without this. “T-Tae, don’t let them t- take me, don’t let them take me-...” You hiccup through your sobs, holding on to the little bit of affection that might be the last.

“Shh, I’ll fix this,” He whispers just low enough for you to hear, “I promise...”

You feel his hand go to your hair and he pulls your head back to bring your lips to his—you can’t live without this. He parts his lips, kissing you as if you two were the only ones in the room, as if you’re in bed, heart-to-heart, feeling loved. Shamelessly, you push against him for more and you can taste your tears, are those your tears and his tears?

“My God,” Minho tucks the gun back in its holster with a scoff, “from the looks of it, you’d think he actually loves her.” Minho makes a thoughtful expression, smirking down at Tae who’s resting his head on your shoulder as you hold him tight. He signals at Jimin who’s watching the scene with interest, “Okay, that’s enough.”

The embrace is broken when you’re ripped away and Taehyung is tackled to the ground with loud cursing. You let out heartwrenching sobs, eyes glazing over with sheer horror, “No! Please! I’ll do anything, I won’t say anything about this I swear! Just don’t do this, please!”

Minho dismisses you entirely, more interested in Tae’s reaction. “That’s all it takes?” Minho walks over to him, laughing when Jimin and another guy struggling to hold him back, “Years of training and killing, and it only takes her to break you?”

“Go to hell.”

Minho shakes his head with a sigh, pitying him. “Put her in the car.”

Yoongi is in the car with two other officers ready to give the signal any time now. He knows something is going on but whatever happens, he’s determined to get you home safe. When he looks into the house from the car he sees a shadow pass the front window.

He holds the button on the com. “We’re moving in now.”

It was a blur when it all happened. You were crying and being dragged away from when the door burst open. Officers stormed the house. Guns go off and your ears ring painfully. They rush in and so many people are everywhere—your oasis, your little paradise is being made a battleground. You cry when the man holding you bumped into a vase and drops you near it. He flees out the back door, but you’re frozen, everything is in disarray but the one person you do see is Taehyung who’s being handcuffed along with so many others. He mouths something but you can’t make it out. He shakes his head, you don’t know what he’s saying, what is he trying to say?

“I’ve got her, she’s here!” A man is yelling to the others, you didn’t register he was kneeling beside you.

“Y/n, we’re here to help you, you’re safe now,” He moves to block your view from what’s happening behind him. You don’t verbally respond, but your eyes are teary, breathing rapid, lips trembling.

“She’s hurt! I’m taking her out.”

You’re having derealization episode, or a panic attack, or both. You might be looking at him, but you’re acting like you don’t know where you are, you’re not even aware of the wound on your leg.

Who is this man?”

“Who are you?...” You speak for the first time, and you pear at him with wavering eye-contact, his eyes look kind.

“Yoongi. I’m going to pick you up, is that okay?” You nod after he wraps your leg tightly with his jacket, he lifts you into his arms and carries out of the house.

You can’t see Taehyung, you don’t know where they took him. Yoongi notices how you twist in his arms to look behind him, hoping to catch a glimpse of someone or something, he doesn’t know. All you see are a bunch of officers and Minho’s people being cuffed and shuffled into squad cars.

You’re taken past all of the squad cars and put you in the back seat of a black SUV and Yoongi disappears. A woman kneels down to tend to your leg, when did your leg start bleeding? You frown down at her when she cuts you pant-leg, tossing the denim to the ground, she notices instantly.

“My name is Chloe, sweetheart. I’m a paramedic, I just need to stop the bleeding until you can get stitches,” Her lips are moving, you know they are but you have no idea what she’s saying.

She mumbles to the man beside her, an EMT, give her the shock blanket. With a small nod, the man scurries off and returns with a silver tarp-like material and wraps it around you with gentle hands.

That man called Yoongi comes back and he’s talking on the phone with someone, he pushes back his middle-parted black hair and gets in the passenger's seat. Chloe finishes wrapping your leg and gently puts your legs in the vehicle, hooks you in your seat-belt, and promptly closing the door to seal you inside. This is too much, this wasn’t supposed to happen, this wasn’t supposed to happen. You start heaving, hand on your chest and body rocking back and forth to soothe yourself. They think they’re saving you, they’re not saving you.

They’re tearing everything apart.

“Wait one second,” Yoongi moves the phone from his ear and looks back at you, the color has left your face completely. Your hands are shaking and it feels like there’s a heater right in front of your face.

Yoongi reaches his hand back to get you to calm down but you don’t even look at him, your stomach aches all too much for you to acknowledge him. “Y/n, breathe, okay? You have to take deep breaths and calm down, you’re safe-”

You kick the door open and you’re expelling any food you had left in your stomach on the curb.

He sighs, quickly unbuckling his seat-belt to, “I’ll call you back,”

“We brought her to the infirmary,” Yoongi paces outside of the room, “looks like the place was being ransacked when we got here, we don’t know who the culprit is but the most important thing is that she’s safe now. When the doctor thinks she can undergo questioning, I’ll head over.”

“Good. The other officers arrived not too long ago, a majority of them won’t talk but they’ll stay in holding until you get back,” Eunwoo pauses, “how’s she doing? Is she all there, are there any signs of abuse?”

Yoongi sighs, taking a seat on the bench. “Don’t know yet, she hasn’t talked much. I don’t know if we should do the questioning today but I’ll talk to her after the doctor talks to me,”

“Alright, let me know when you’re headed over.”

It smells so sterile, you want to throw up again but you settle for staring at the nurse who just finished bandaging the stitches. When she leaves, another woman comes in.

“Y/n, how are you feeling?” She adjusts her glasses, getting a little closer when you don’t respond. “Everything is happening so fast, yeah? I can’t say I know what you’ve been through, but I know you're probably overwhelmed.”

You nod.

“I won’t bombard you with a bunch of questions, I’m just here to make sure you’re physically okay. Your vitals are good but is there anything going on with your body that you might be concerned about?”

You shake your head no, not maintaining eye-contact by any means—she notes that.

“Okay, do you mind if I check to make sure everything's okay? I’ll need your consent to do a full-body exam and I’ll have a chaperone with me, but if you’re not comfortable with that, I 100% understand.” Again, you nod with a small yes when she asks for verbal confirmation. She puts on some gloves before instructing you to sit on the edge of the bed and she goes to get a young woman in sky-blue scrubs.

He’s been waiting for about an hour and he stands to his feet when the woman comes out of the room with a clipboard.

“How is she?”

She holds the clipboard to her chest with a sigh. “We finished the physical exam, and there are no signs of sexual abuse or physical abuse, she’s quite healthy considering. As far as her mental health goes, it’s hard to tell right now. She’s obviously really overwhelmed by everything, this is probably going to be a trauma that she lives with for a while, she’ll need a psychiatric evaluation. I know you’re apart of the investigation but if you want to question her, talk to her to see how she feels about it first.” She walks off to the nurse's station but turns to say one more thing.

“You know, I heard about her in the newspaper, her news publisher has a whole story on her. Thank God she’s alive, not all stories end so fortunately.”

Yoongi walks past her and into the room quietly, you look up at him and then down at your hands.

“Do you feel a little better?” He walks to your bedside, eyes drifting down to your bandaged leg.

“H-...How did you find me?...”

“We’ve been looking for you nonstop. Today we were finally able to track your cellphone, we only hoped you’d be at that location. It’s been 8 months since the day you were reported missing, and for 8 months I’ve made finding you my main priority.”

You furrow your brows, looking at him as if he were speaking a foreign language. “It’s been 8 months?...”

“I know a lot is going on but we need some answers from you. I understand if you’re feeling up to it, but would you be able to come with me and answer some questions for us at the police station? If you don’t feel up to it then-”

“I’ll do it..” You answer too quickly.

Just like that, you’re at the police station sitting across from Yoongi and the officer over the investigation, officer Cha Eunwoo. They gave you a glass of water and you’ve chugged it down. You’re so jittery, your mind is everywhere.

“Y/n, do you know why you were kidnapped?” Eunwoo comes back with another cup of water and you watch him sit back down.

“I was told it was because of a politician who had it arranged that I be killed...

Yoongi writes something down and you swallow, wondering what he’s writing down.

“The house you were rescued from, is that where you’ve been living?”

“Yes...But-” You bite your lip, tears welling up in your eyes, “...I’m not hurt, the person I was with kept me safe, the man I was with, he's not the bad guy...”

The two of them look at each other puzzled, then at you. They question whether they heard that correctly.

“Who? Y/n,” Yoongi begins softly, “are you saying you were being protected?” You nod, pout ever so present on your lips. “Who was protecting you?”

You bite your lip, stopping yourself from saying his name, you shouldn’t say his name. They don’t know who he is yet, and maybe there’s a chance he’ll get out of this. As your mind reels, the two of them watch you, teary eyes laser-focused on the black bracelet on your wrist.

“Can you tell me who was with you in that house?” Yoongi asks again but you won’t look at him now. “Was it multiple people, or just that one person?”

You press your lips, nodding subtly. “It was multiple people?” You shake your head. “So it was just him,” He glances up from his notepad and you don’t indicate an answer, so he takes that as a yes, “did you ever leave the house?”

Eunwoo stands to his feet, stirring curiosity from you and Yoongi. “Min, can we have a word in private?”

Albeit confused, Yoongi nods, following the officer out into the other side of the two-way mirror where the other officers are.

“The hell? She was just giving us some good information.”

“Let me take this over, we have about a dozen people and we need to identify and interrogate all of them. But right now, we need the man who did this to her, that’s all.”

“She might not respond well to that, she’s obviously troubled, the pressure isn’t going to help.” Yoongi glances at you from the corner of his eye. “I think she trusts me a little more, so I should finish this.”

“I’ve interrogated hundreds of victims before, I think I can handle this. You can step in if she gets irate.” Yoongi can already sense how there’s an obvious shift in your demeanor when you notice that Yoongi’s isn’t accompanying him.

“Y/n, what happened to you was not your fault, but the person who did it needs to be dealt with. You were kidnapped, held hostage against your will, and no matter what that person might have told you, there are people who care about you that have been looking for you. You’re a victim and the person who did this to you will not get away with it. The man who had you and multiple others killed is already in our custody, he stands trial tomorrow. Now, we just need to get the others. Can you help us do that?”

You look at the one-way mirror. “Where’s the other guy, Yoongi, why didn’t he come back?...”

He evades the question. “Did he ever tell you his name?” Eunwoo glances at the one-way mirror before softening his tone. “Y/n, do you know his name?”

You frown, looking down at the bracelet on your wrist. “Does my family know I’m here?...”

“Y/n, we are going to let your family know but you have to realize what’s going on here. Senator Leu, who is standing trial today, hired someone to have you killed, but they didn’t kill you and we need to know why. Is he threatening you?... Is that why you won’t tell us anything?”

You swallow, throat feeling incredibly dry, face heating up. You chug down the second glass of water, it only cooled you down for just a moment.

Yoongi watches with a trained eye. You having to talk to Eunwoo alone was not a good idea. Gathering that this interrogation is going to end pretty soon, he decides to go ahead and contact your family.

“I don’t feel well,” You blink slowly, handing going to your stomach, “can I get some more water?...”

“Sure,” He can’t deny you water, but he knows when someone is avoiding questions, “but before I get that, I need you to tell me who did this to you.”

You look at him and like a rehearsed scene, you queue the tears. The discomfort on Minho’s face indicates the foolish decision he made to interrogate you alone.

“Y/n,” He looks you over and wonders why you keep messing with the black bracelet on your wrist, “that’s a nice bracelet, is it yours?”

Wiping your tears, you scramble for an answer, “Yes, it’s-...It’s mine.”

“So, if we ran a DNA test on it, the only prints on it would be yours?... Or, was this bracelet given to you by someone, maybe by the man who had you all this time?”

You lower your head onto the table and cover your face with your arms, Yoongi presses his temples—you’re not budging, but Eunwoo insists. In the meantime, he decides to step in the hall and make a few calls to your job, family, and friends.

“Why does it matter!?” You snap, eyes burning red. “It’s mine and if you want it, you’ll have to pry it off of my dead body, I won’t let you take it off for anything, it has nothing to do with this...”

“You’re making this harder than it has to be, you know that, don’t you?” He reaches into his pocket and holds a fist in front if you.

“Remember this? Suzy said you wouldn’t be caught dead without it, but it was on the floor in your house. Is that bracelet just as special as this?” He opens his hand and there sits your favorite necklace, the one your parents gifted you years ago. As much as you love that necklace, this bracelet is just as special, it’s a piece of Taehyung.

You ball your fist, tears welling at your eyes, you don’t care. “Just leave me alone, I don’t wanna talk anymore...”

He sits on the uncomfortable steel bench, arms cuffed behind him. It’s dark, cold, and dreary, but the interior of this place is the least of his worries. He’s never been on this side of the bars, despite deserving it. The gate slides open suddenly, Taehyung can feel the guard's presence but he doesn’t bother looking up.

“Come with me.”

Without a word, he obliged, picking up his feet with heavy strides. The guard holds his arm tight, leading him through the halls to find interrogation room 12.

“Is interrogation room 12 open?” The guard talks to the officer standing at one of the many rooms lining the hall. The two of them strike up a conversation but Taehyung is listening to the conversation down the hall.

“She’s alright, I called her job and her mother, and Jin,” Yoongi paces, peeking down the hall to see the third culprit brought in for questioning, “there will be a lot of happy people when they find out she’s okay.”

“That’s great, I’m glad, I know the last case you had didn’t go this well,” Jungkook flips through the phony contracts that his recent client was given to sign, “I’m about to leave the firm so I’ll have to call you tomorrow, but if you need me to help with the case just let me know.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Yoongi bids him farewell and slips the phone in his pocket. The lawyer had helped a lot in the last missing person case Yoongi was involved in, the victim was in rough shape. It was a young woman kidnapped by an ex, it wasn’t a pretty outcome. The shape they found her in will always be ingrained in his memory, it haunts him that he couldn’t get to her sooner.

Yoongi walks down the hall and Taehyung watches him. He tries to do it in a subtle way, but that’s the man that carried you out of his home while he was being cuffed and pushed into the back of a cop car. Anger bubbled in his chest, the inability to call out to you, to take you into his arms, it hurt him to his core.

Yoongi spares him a glance before going back into the one-way mirrors viewing room and the door closes, preventing him from seeing inside any further. You’re a wreck. It only takes a few seconds for Yoongi to see you balling your eyes out as Eunwoo paces around you to barge in there to put a stop to it.

“I know you’re scared but you need to stop covering for that Man. You’re safe, he can’t hurt you now-”

“Hey,” Yoongi looks at him as if he’s grown a second head, he whispers, “stop, she’s completely shutting down. She needs to be physiologically evaluated before we finish this, look at her,” He gestures to you who’s trembling, breathing hitched with our inability to stop crying, “we can’t do this right now.”

He sighs, pulling Yoongi to a corner, “I’m sorry, I just, I hate to know that somebody did this to her and she won’t say anything, her Stockholm syndrome is on another level.”

“The owner of that house had to be the one who did it, just go to the research lab and they should be able to tell you. I’m taking her to the Melody’s Heart temporary safe house until her family can pick her up tomorrow.”

“Okay, I’m going to step out for a minute.” With that, Eunwoo leaves the room. it takes Yoongi talking you down for about 2 minutes to finally get you to stand up and walk with him. You sniffle, rubbing your eyes as Yoongi walks you out of the room and into the hall.

Taehyung is right there.

Your eyes widen and your gait slows, he’s right in front of you. Yet, the only thing connecting you is your gaze, this can’t be all there is left of your love. Yoongi leads you down the hall and you pull against him slightly. He notices your staring and that when the pieces come together. That’s him.

“Open room 12, officer Cha wants to have him interrogated separately.”

Taehyung watches you disappear, he can’t say anything and he can’t do anything. He gets pushed into the room and into a hard steel chair.

It’s sunset, they drove you about 20 minutes away somewhere, you weren't sure. A woman opened the front door to a huge house, and Yoongi opened your car door, helping you out with a hand. He walked by your side and went inside with you to sign some papers. The woman was kind, she had curly brown hair she was speaking to you with the softest tone. She kept saying you were strong, why was she saying that? With Yoongi lingering behind you, the woman that you know now as Melody takes you to a bedroom on the first level of the house. She said they prepared the room for you, there was even a change of clothes with toiletries on the bed.

“Can I get you anything, sweetheart? You’re our only resident tonight, so I’m all yours.” She’s nice but you don’t feel like company, you don’t feel like looking at any more new faces. You shake your head and she nods in understanding,

“Alright, then I’ll be here if you need anything, Mr. Min, I’m sorry but officers are actually not allowed in the bedrooms of the residents-”

“I’m not an officer, I helped with the case,” He turns to her so you can’t see his face and speaks lowly, “I just need to talk to her for a few minutes, I won’t be long.”

“Alright, just let me know when you’re headed out.” She leaves from standing in the doorway and cracks the door and she heads to the surveillance room that doubles as a bedroom for her.

“Do you want to bathe? I’ll leave if so and we can talk after.” You’ve kicked your shoes off, crawled to the edge of the queen size mattress and curled on your side facing the window. “So, I talked to your parents and they’ll be heading here tomorrow but Jin will probably be here first,”

”Jin?” You sit up, wondering why your ex-boyfriend has anything to do with this. “Why?...”

“He hired me to look for you, he’s the reason I got involved in your case.” Yoongi keeps a safe distance, the little camera hidden behind the plant reminds him of the high-security this place has. “Out of everyone, he called the most, almost every day to get updates about you.”

For a moment, you wonder if he has the correct Kim SeokJin. Because the last encounter you two had was so brief, it was a run-in at the grocery and you two talked about your jobs. It was really adult-like of you, you picked out potatoes as you picked up small-talk with an old flame. But there was no romantic love left, that boat had sailed a long time ago and your brief love for wine replaced it. He’s always cared about you, but you never thought he would be waiting for you.

“I have to go but I’ll be back in the morning, do you need anything before I go?” You shake your head, not wanting to be around him or anyone else any longer. It’s too much, it’s too much for you to handle all at one time and you just want to go to sleep. Maybe you’ll wake up, and this will all be a bad dream, and you’ll be in his arms. He said he would fix this, how is he going fix this?...

Yeosang waited for hours, he called Taehyung at least five times and he has yet to get a response. Something went wrong. In efforts to figure this out, he drove all the way from the meet-up spot to Tae’s house. He could tell the place had been intruded on, Tae never leaves his car outside of the garage at night. He pulls into the driveway, right beside the smokey black Audi R8. This isn’t like him to have gotten caught. The passports were ready, the new house was waiting, everything would have gone fine had the flight been earlier. He has to admit, he was looking forward to giving his good friends a chance at a happy life. He only met you once, but the way Tae talks about you, you two are clearly in love. If he knows Taehyung at all, he’ll receive a call in at least a few hours about what happened. He has to come out of this, that’s what Yeosang chants in his mind.

“So you own the house,” Eunwoo paces, coffee in flimsy Styrofoam cup as he takes a seat across from the culprit, “Kim Taehyung.”

Taehyung acknowledges him with a disinterested glance before staring down at the steel table separating them. He wonders if you’re still in the building, they were taking you away, but where were they taking you? After he was cuffed, he saw Minho’s men get cuffed but Minho and Jimin were gone. If he knows Minho at all, he’ll be back.

“Don’t you hear me talking to you?” Minho hits the table, causing Taehyung to finally looking at him. “Look, for some reason your record is clean. But if we find out that you were involved in any of these murders and this kidnapping, you’re looking at a hefty sentence. Just admit it, you saw a pretty, successful girl living all alone and you thought, why not take her? Are you threatening her, is that why she won’t reveal you?”

“There’s not a scratch on her, does it look like I threatened her?” Taehyung speaks for the first time, the very insinuation that the nature of this kidnapping was to harm you made him sick.

“So, you did it then?” He affirms.

Taehyung shrugs, expression too nonchalant for Eunwoo’s liking. “You know what, wipe that smug look off your face-”

“Cha,” Jaemin opens the door without warning.

“What?” He snaps. “Don’t you see I’m in the middle of something?”

“The chief wants to talk to you, he says it pertains to this case.”

With a resent glare at Taehyung, Eunwoo leaves the room with urgency. Jaemin, however, stays in the doorway, eyes fixated on the acclaimed Hwan Group member that he’s heard so much about from Minho. Kim Taehyung, his record is so clean, he doesn’t have so much as a parking violation on him. If he didn’t know who he was, Taehyung would fly under the radar in his book, he’s that convincing.

“What do you want?” Tae scrutinizes the man, eyes scanning him up and down.

“So you’re Kim Taehyung,” Jaemin closes the door with a soft click, “you really fucked this one up, it’s a shame too, Minho said you were the best. You ruined your record all for that woman-”

“Where did they take her?”

“That doesn’t really matter, let’s just hope Minho can work something out for you, he’s pissed right now,” He shakes his head in and ‘tsk, tsk’ way, “had you just done your job, you and that poor woman wouldn’t be in this mess.”

“She was crying when I saw her, what did they do to her?” He shifts in his chair. “Fucking answer me.”

“Look, stay quiet and you might get out of this alive, that’s all I can say,” And that’s all he says before quickly exiting the room, leaving Taehyung isolated in the cold room, head hung back against the chair. He’s tapping his foot, rhythmically, he’s jittery, anxious with thoughts about you. He promised he would fix this, how can he fix this when it’s so obvious that he’s got the least amount of control in this situation? Hold on Y/n, hold on.

Eunwoo rushes to the Chief's office and without a knock on the cracked door. he steps inside. He closes the door, “Chief, Jaemin said you wanted to see me?-...”

“Hello, Captain Cha.”

“Who are you? Where’s the Chief?“

“My name is Lee Minho, I’m sure you’ve heard my organization, the Hwan group. I know the chief and there’s been a bit of a misunderstanding here. The man you have in custody is a member and he’s only here because he made a mistake and my informant didn’t tell me who was on this case. You know of the Hwan group, the Chief has mentioned you and how you’ve dismissed some cases in compliance with the partnership we have.”

“This is really an HG case?” Minho nods. “The Chief never told me anything about dismissing this case. There were multiple murders and kidnapping, that’s not the typical HG favor.”

“That’s because the man assigned to the job often does high-profile jobs but stays under the radar. Unfortunately, he didn’t follow the instructions of the job. It was a multiple person execution but he had to go back and get that woman because he missed her. He led me to believe that she was dead but I found out recently that he’s been hiding her from me. I went to his house to confront him and here we are.”

“But the pardons I’ve made have never been for HG jobs that involved things like this. He murdered innocent people-”

“My organization has helped get rid of a lot of bad people and my people have worked in situations where cops just aren’t trained in. They get the job done if they chose to take it, no questions asked. Anyone who’s willing to pay can seek my group for help. They’re pawns, and Taehyung was one of my best. He takes a job and he does it, no sentiments attached. But for this woman, I don’t know,” He shakes his head at the thought, “he just couldn’t do it and that messed up everything, his reputation is screwed. Now I’m here trying to clean up his mess, a little. I’m sure you’ve spoken with our middleman, Na Jaemin, he was supposed to monitor this case to ensure things didn’t end up like this. But since it couldn’t be helped, I’m here to propose a deal.”

“Okay, what kind of deal? Because someone has to pay for this,” Eunwoo paces, “her disappearance has been televised and in the articles, she was a writer, people knew of her work from her publisher and they've been anticipating her return for months. We can’t just say she’s been found and then not give them any more than that. People will want to know where she’s been and who took her. Someone has to be held responsible other than Leu.”

“No, that’s not entirely true. We can arrange a cover story and Taehyung can be released to me.” He reasons. “And the girl stays free.”

“What about justice for her? She’s been-”

“Trust me, she’s not happy about this ‘rescue,’ it’s not what you think, she loves him.” Minho recalls the act of affection you two shared and how you pleaded to stay by his side, “I’m sure there are some psychological factors but at the end of the day, they are romantically involved, that’s probably why she’s so apprehensive to say anything, she doesn't want to say anything that might ruin her chances of seeing him again.”

“Woah...wait, I don’t think this is a consensual relationship if it were, why wouldn’t she say anything about is?”

He shrugs, “Doesn’t really matter at this point, here’s what needs to happen; I’ll take Taehyung back because he’s still under contract for a full year after this year ends, he has a job to do. In exchange, I’ll set up the cover story and the two of them can never make contact again, how does that sound?”

“Hm,” He takes a moment to consider the possibility of something going wrong, “them not making contact would put him in the clear and isolate her from any association with the group. That sounds foolproof but what if they don’t agree? If they’re together like you say, who’s to say she won’t rat on the group or he won’t try to find her anyway? I don’t see how we can get her to go back to her regular life.”

“She’ll never go back to her regular life, not really. I’ve known Kim for years, he’s not a monster but that doesn't change the fact that she was kidnapped, isolated from society for months and all she had was him. We’ll have to tell her what’s going on of course, but I doubt she’ll squeal if it means putting him in prison. They’ve said their goodbyes, it’s not a love story to be salvaged anyway. He doesn’t have a family he has very few friends and he has a ton of money, a huge house in a nice part of town, he’s got everything.”

��What if he refuses?”

Taehyung broke under the hand of a thing like you, the idea that he is emotionally impenetrable is long gone. Minho straightens the collar of his dress shirt and leaves the room to go deliver the news. “He doesn’t need her, his job doesn’t allow for distractions like her, and he knew that when he signed up; he’ll get over it.”

The door creaks and he expected it to be one of those officers, but Minho emerges with a guard who quickly walks over to take off the cuffs. Aside from the guard who just scurried out, Minho isn’t accompanied by anyone and he doesn’t look like he’s seen two seconds in a pair of handcuffs. He knew his boss had connections in high places but he never imagines it was to this extent.

“I am upset with you, Taehyung,” Minho circles around the chair, hands on the back of it, “you don’t know the strings I’ve had to pull to keep this quiet. What were you thinking? You knew the job, but you deliberately put your self in harm's way when you decided to hide her from me.”

“Had I told you she was alive, would you not have tried to kill her?” His tone bites.

“Probably, but it doesn’t matter what I would have done, you were supposed to do it.” He stresses. “I didn’t take the job Taehyung, you did.”

Tae diminishes a bit, the guilt of it all coming to the forefront of his mind. At the end of the day, no matter how many people actually wanted to harm you, he’s the one that signed up to do it. And it hurts, it hurts because he loves you, you love him and he doesn’t deserve if, but he wants it more than anything.

“Where is she?”

“I think they took her to some safe home, she got hurt but she got medical attention for her injuries. Now that she’s taken care of, I’m getting you out of here. I arranged a deal with the chief and it gets you out of this mess scotch free.”

“Okay...What’s the catch?” He knows there’s a catch, there always is.

“Your contract isn’t up, you have a little over a year left with the organization and despite how frustrated I am with you, you’re good at your job. You have to finish your contract.”

“And if I choose not to?” He asks daringly.

“If you choose not to, any immunity you have from the law because of the organization goes away, that will most likely land you in prison. But if you finish, your record stays clean.”

Tae doesn’t have to weigh his options to make a decision, but Minho hasn’t mentioned you. “What about Y/n? Will she be safe under this deal?”

“Of course, a cover-up story is arranged and she gets to go back to her everyday life,” He grins, “everyone's happy.”

A glimmer of hope comes to his eyes. “Then I can be with her, and no one will know about the kidnapping?”

“Oh, no. She’s staying here and you’re being transferred to the Europe division of the organization, you’ll reside in Bordeaux, France and travel throughout Europe for jobs. The deal is that you never see her again, it guarantees there can be no association between you two.”

“What? No, no...I can’t do that, I love her, she means everything to me. I won’t leave her, not without an explanation. We were gonna leave before you showed up, make a new life with all of this shit behind us,” His nose burns and he bites back a tear, “I-...I wanted to marry her one day, I can’t just leave her here.”

“You don’t have a choice, your flight leaves in the morning if you’re lucky they’ll let her out and you might be able to say goodbye one last time. Come on, we need to get out of here, you have to pack up. Do yourself a favor and try to forget about her, she’ll eventually do the same.”

This can’t be it, this can’t the end everything he’s built with you. He promised he would fix this, how can he fix this if he’s on the other side of the world? The thought of going to get you and running came to mind, but he can’t make you live like that, on the run like outlaws, he loves you too much. He has to fix this but you’ll have to wait. His heart aches, he knows you’re probably alone and confused. This is all my fault, this is my fault.

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karrot-kings-gt-ask-blog · 4 years ago

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Thomas watched the human from a vent, Roman and Virgil behind him. Roman was ranting about how the bean was writing something that he knew was called poetry, and how it’s super romantic, and Virgil was trying to get Thomas away from the vent, because the longer you stay near a bean, the more likely they are to catch you.

"Thomas, I get that you are obsessed with this human, but if you keep this up we'll get caught."

Roman seemed offended at this comment. "He is not obsessed. He's in love, there is a difference,"

"Well, whatever. Thomas is 'in love' with a human bean, I think he's lost his mind. No one sane would fall in love with a human."

Thomas turned to them both, voice quieter than a whisper "will you two shut up before I scream at both of you, which will surely get me caught," He turned his head back to the insanely handsome human. Why was he so handsome?

He sighed dreamily, leaning against the vent cover. The vent cover that immediately fell with his added weight.

"Ahh!"

He fell onto the humans bed. Right next to the humans head. He may have been in love with this human, but even he could see that this was dangerous.

The beans eyes locked on him. He couldn't think, couldn't speak, couldn't move. All he could do was shake in fear as that hand came right for him. He should have fucking listened to Virgil.

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Nico had a bad case of writers block. He was trying to write a love poem, but with no one in mind it was really hard. It didn't help that he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched. He knew that there was literally zero hiding spots in his room, so why did he feel eyes on him?

He thought that he could hear a voice, but he couldn't make out what it was saying, and it was so quiet that he didn't know whether it was actually there. He brushed it off as his imagination.

Until a tiny person fell from his vent. His eyes immediately latched onto the shaking form, and he reached out to touch it to see if he was real. He gently prodded it, causing it to flinch.

"Hey, there little guy, I'm Nico, can you understand me? What's your name?"

The small person just shook in its- his- spot. Nico had to remember that he was still a person, just smaller. He didn't seem to be able to speak back. Whether that was because of fear, or because he physically couldn't, Nico didn't know.

"If you can understand me, would you be able to just nod your head for me? You don't have to speak, and I won't force you to stay here, if you don't want to" He tried to keep his voice soft, so he wouldn't scare the small guy anymore than he already had

The small guy looked at him suspiciously, but he hesitantly nodded. Nico smiled softly at him.

"Okay, do you want to leave or stay here for a while? You'd still be able to leave whenever you want, and if you leave you can come back whenever, if you want"

The tiny person looked like he was having a mental breakdown. "What-what's th-the catch?"

"There's no catch, why did you ask?"

"There's al-always a catch w-with humans"

"Not this time. Now, I'm guessing that you want to leave, so should I leave the room, or maybe do you want me to help you to somewhere so that you can get back to your home?"

"Can you, um, leave the room please"

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Thomas ran back to his house in the walls. Virgil and Roman were waiting for him, in their respective spots.

The first thing he noticed was how dark Virgils eyeshadow was, in comparison to the usual dark grey.

"THOMAS! YOU SHOULD'VE LEFT WHEN I FUCKING TOLD YOU TO, BUT YOU DIDN'T SO NOW WE'RE GONNA HAVE TO MOVE, BECAUSE YOU TWO ARE OBSESSED WITH A FRICKING HUMAN." His voice overlapped, making it seem like there were many Virgils all shouting at Thomas at once.

Roman also spoke up. "Well, I think the rules only apply for bad humans. Nico let us go, without us even asking" he sighed, thinking about how absolutely perfect Nico was. "Why wouldn't everyone be in love with him"

Thomas was conflicted. Naturally, he called on the one person who he never calls on.

Logan sunk up, eyes wide. "You actually.... asked for my presence?"

"Yeah. We have a bit of a dilemma, you see—"

"I know what the problem is, and I'm sorry to say that there is no prior knowledge to apply to this situation, so it's hard to say what the proper logic is. I apologise that when you finally need me, I'm not helpful"

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Re upload from my main: @remus-sanders-is-the-bestest so you can get the story so far. Send asks

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remus-sanders-is-the-bestest · 4 years ago

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G/t au- karrot kings.

In this au Thomas is a borrower, but he still has his sides. Following the rules of the actual series, Nico can’t see/hear the sides. Nico is human.

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“Thomas, I get that you are obsessed with this human, but if you keep this up we’ll get caught.”

Roman seemed offended at this comment. “He is not obsessed. He’s in love, there is a difference,”

“Well, whatever. Thomas is ‘in love’ with a human bean, I think he’s lost his mind. No one sane would fall in love with a human.”

Thomas turned to them both, voice quieter than a whisper “will you two shut up before I scream at both of you, which will surely get me caught,” He turned his head back to the insanely handsome human. Why was he so handsome?

He sighed dreamily, leaning against the vent cover. The vent cover that immediately fell with his added weight.

“Ahh!”

He fell onto the humans bed. Right next to the humans head. He may have been in love with this human, but even he could see that this was dangerous.

The beans eyes locked on him. He couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, couldn’t move. All he could do was shake in fear as that hand came right for him. He should have fucking listened to Virgil.

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Nico had a bad case of writers block. He was trying to write a love poem, but with no one in mind it was really hard. It didn’t help that he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being watched. He knew that there was literally zero hiding spots in his room, so why did he feel eyes on him?

He thought that he could hear a voice, but he couldn’t make out what it was saying, and it was so quiet that he didn’t know whether it was actually there. He brushed it off as his imagination.

Until a tiny person fell from his vent. His eyes immediately latched onto the shaking form, and he reached out to touch it to see if he was real. He gently prodded it, causing it to flinch.

“Hey, there little guy, I’m Nico, can you understand me? What’s your name?”

The small person just shook in its- his- spot. Nico had to remember that he was still a person, just smaller. He didn’t seem to be able to speak back. Whether that was because of fear, or because he physically couldn’t, Nico didn’t know.

“If you can understand me, would you be able to just nod your head for me? You don’t have to speak, and I won’t force you to stay here, if you don’t want to” He tried to keep his voice soft, so he wouldn’t scare the small guy anymore than he already had

The small guy looked at him suspiciously, but he hesitantly nodded. Nico smiled softly at him.

“Okay, do you want to leave or stay here for a while? You’d still be able to leave whenever you want, and if you leave you can come back whenever, if you want”

The tiny person looked like he was having a mental breakdown. “What-what’s th-the catch?”

“There’s no catch, why did you ask?”

“There’s al-always a catch w-with humans”

“Not this time. Now, I’m guessing that you want to leave, so should I leave the room, or maybe do you want me to help you to somewhere so that you can get back to your home?”

“Can you, um, leave the room please”

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Thomas ran back to his house in the walls. Virgil and Roman were waiting for him, in their respective spots.

The first thing he noticed was how dark Virgils eyeshadow was, in comparison to the usual dark grey.

“THOMAS! YOU SHOULD’VE LEFT WHEN I FUCKING TOLD YOU TO, BUT YOU DIDN’T SO NOW WE’RE GONNA HAVE TO MOVE, BECAUSE YOU TWO ARE OBSESSED WITH A FRICKING HUMAN.” His voice overlapped, making it seem like there were many Virgils all shouting at Thomas at once.

Roman also spoke up. “Well, I think the rules only apply for bad humans. Nico let us go, without us even asking” he sighed, thinking about how absolutely perfect Nico was. “Why wouldn’t everyone be in love with him”

Thomas was conflicted. Naturally, he called on the one person who he never calls on.

Logan sunk up, eyes wide. “You actually.... asked for my presence?”

“Yeah. We have a bit of a dilemma, you see—“

“I know what the problem is, and I’m sorry to say that there is no prior knowledge to apply to this situation, so it’s hard to say what the proper logic is. I apologise that when you finally need me, I’m not helpful”

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#nico flores #thomas sanders #character thomas #borrower au

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jeon-googi · 5 years ago

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Wildest Dreams

— pairing: Changkyun (I.M) x Reader

— genre: Slice of Life, Romance, College au, implied Badboy!Changkyun

— words: 2.6k

— rating: SFW

— warnings: none~

— notes: I had started this right after I saw Monsta X in Dallas last year and I finally got around to finishing it! To be honest this is one of my favorite fics I’ve done so I hope you all like it!

No one ever told you college would be this hard. The end of the semester was close and yet teachers were piling on the work as if you weren’t leaving. Stretching your arms in front of you with a satisfied groan, you started to pack up the abundance of journals and pens scattered across the desk. Your schedule carefully written out day by day, reminding you of that on this particular day was your tutoring session. A groan escaped your lips at the idea of even having to stay in this hell an hour longer, but the money from the tutoring helped out a lot and you were in no position to decline such easy money.

Slinging the backpack over your shoulder you walked swiftly to the study rooms located near the university's library. Loud muffling could be heard from within the room and your eyes couldn't roll farther back into your head as you realized who exactly was here to study. Placing a hand on the door you slid it open with ease, yelps of fright echoing around the room.

Now, you were never one to judge someone by looks, but these boys in particular you knew for a fact weren’t in the right mental state to discuss trigonometry. Seven boys surrounded the table, all donning dark leather jackets and ripped jeans. Silver earrings gleamed in the fluorescent lights while black painted nails tapped loudly on the wooden table.

“Ah well if it isn’t our favorite tutor!” The one on the farthest end of the table grinned, leaning on his folded arms.

“Minhyuk I’m your only tutor.” You responded back lightly, closing the door and placing your backpack on the table. While removing the notes for the lesson that day, Minhyuk gave you a grin as he started to examine the study plan you layed out.

“Y/N what's on the schedule today?” The one with black fluffy hair asked.

“Stats, as per your guys’ request Hyungwon.” You replied back.

It had become a pattern before you even realized it. Randomly, this group of young men started to join your study groups, always requesting tough material that would take at least a few hours a week to go over. From their looks, you assumed most of this was a hail mary to pass the semester, but upon closer examination, none of them actually needed the help. Shownu, Wonho, and Hyungwon excelled in science as well as mathematics. Kihyun, Minhyuk, and Jooheon excelled in arts and history. Then there was Changkyun. He was shyer than the others, often lost in his own thoughts. He had the habit of tapping his pen against the table when he didn’t understand a problem or running a hand aggressively through his hair.

‘Maybe he was too shy to ask for help on his own.’ You used to think, realizing Changkyun was the only one to bring you back his aced tests or go over his notes for a test. This particular group of men were not ones people would typically enjoy the company of. They were loud and wild, often speeding down the halls to their motorcycles outside. When you first saw them in the room you felt nervous to say the least, afraid perhaps they would just want quiz answers rather than help. To your surprise, they absorbed everyone one of your lessons well, and even became good friends of yours.

“Congrats on getting the top score in your class Changkyun! I'm so proud of you.” You announced earnestly, starting the room off with the sound of applause. The other boys whooped and hollered and Changkyun smiled in his accomplishments, leaning back in his chair.

“Couldn’t have done it without your help Y/N.” He smiled honestly. You shook your head with a smile, “You put in the effort.”

If you hadn’t stuck your head back into your notes for the day, you wouldn't have missed the red hue painted across Changkyuns cheeks, or how the boys closest to him gave him teasing looks. The lesson went on for another couple hours. Your handwriting scrawled across the white board as you checked in with the boys while reviewing their notes. Kihyun gave a wide yawn as he stretched back into his chair.

“Y/N, I think we can call it a day today.” He suggested, earning a few nods of agreement from the others. You smiled and gave him a nod.

“Yeah, you guys did really well today honestly. You probably won’t even need tutoring for the rest of the semester at this rate.” You laughed as you handed them each a few extra packets of examples. One by one all the boys thanked you for the session and made their way out of the room, already you could hear their screams echoing through the halls. Slinging your heavy bag over your shoulder, you trudged your way out of the study rooms, surprised to find it was already dark outside.

‘Okay cool were good. It’s fine. The last bus should be here any minute.” You tapped your foot waiting outside the university's bus station. Waiting. Ten minutes passed, then twenty. Until finally you figured it was safe to assume there was in fact no bus coming for you.

“Damn...” You huffed dropping your bag to the ground rummaging through the multitudes of notes to find your phone which is also now in fact, your dead cell phone. While cursing your luck, you hadn’t even heard the sound of footsteps approaching behind you. Nor did you hear the person clear their throat behind you, but you did in fact scream when you felt a sudden tap on your shoulder.

“Shit!” Whirling around quickly, ready to fend off whatever creep was standing there, you caught a glimpse of a familiar pair of ripped jeans and leather jacket.

“Changkyun jesus christ how long have you been standing there!?” You wheezed out, clutching your bag to your chest for dear life.Changkyun scratched his head.

“Five minutes probably. You didn't answer even when I spoke to you.” Cheeks flushed in embarrassment you looked away, “Well I was having a bit of a mental breakdown so excuse me for not noticing sooner.”

Changkyun chuckled, his fingers thrumming on something behind his back.

“So did you need something or...?” You asked slowly, still unsure why he was just standing here in the dark parking lot after school.

“Oh um..here.” He quickly pushed a large hard object into your arms. A black helmet stared back at you. Changkyuns iconic helmet to be exact.

“Oh um cool...and this is for?”

“I’m gonna give you a ride. Home. I’m gonna give you a ride home. On my bike. To your home.”

You raised a brow at him as you turned the helmet in your hands.

“What's in it for you then Changkyun? I don’t do cheat sheets besides you've been doing so good-”

“ I want to.”

Your hands stopped roaming on the helmet as you shyly glanced up at him.

He wanted to give you a ride home?

Your school's quiet bad boy? Was any of this even real? I mean, was that even safe and besides how are you gonna explain to your parents that you rode home on the back of a guys motorcycle.

“Ah it's really fine Changkyun please you don’t have to.” You smiled politely back and you tried to push the helmet back into his hands. He shook his head, stepping back with his arms crossed.

“I can’t just leave a girl out here in the dark. Especially since its you.” He added, turning towards his sleek black and red bike parked a few spaces away.

What else was there for you to do? Wait here forever? Sighing, you followed behind him as you approached the bike. Like second nature, Changkyun slung a leg over the bike and started it up, the loud engine causing you to flinch a bit.

“It’s not as scary as it looks, just sit here.” He patted the back of the bike. Nodding you swallowed the fear and put the helmet on quickly. Your body felt rigid and uncomfortable as you sat on the seat, your hands fiddling as you weren't sure where to put them. Like, should you just hold on to him? Was that weird to assume?

Changkyun looked back at you having the inner debate and with a smirk, he used one hand to grab onto your wrist placing it firmly around his torso.

“I don’t want you to fall off.” He offered as a simple explanation, before picking up his feet and starting to drive off. The sudden lurch of the back caused you to crash into his back with a gasp, and before you knew it, you were flying down the main road away from campus. Your arms instinctively tightened around his stomach, and at the same time you had to try your hardest not to think about the close proximity of the both of you.

It wasn’t as if you were completely oblivious to Changkyun’s looks and charms. You just always saw him as one of your students after school. Besides, you were certain that he didn’t view you as someone who would fit his lifestyle like this.

The night sky was illuminated with stars and the flashing lamp posts streaked past the both of you as you finally had the courage to look around. The wind blowing through your hair and the cool crisp air filling your senses was calming in a way, your heart pounding with adrenaline. The scene was perfect, just the two of you so close but you knew eventually it wouldn't be you on the back of the bike anymore. Summer was soon and you were certain the friendship you had with all the guys would disappear. Your heart ached as the scene laid before you seemed to unravel. Giving Changkyun a tap on the shoulder, you pointed at the nearest street, and mere moments later you found yourself outside of your house.

Slipping off the bike and removing his helmet, you let out a shaky breath.

“Was it that scary?” He smiled, turning towards you. You shook your head with a smile, “Actually it was a lot of fun. Thanks again Changkyun, you really didn't have to do this”

Changkyun waved his hand, “I already told you Y/N I wanted to.” The air stilled between the both of you, the tension in the air a little more noticeable that before. Mustering up whatever courage you had you decided to speak before the moment was lost.

“Changkyun I-”

“Y/N we-”

You both stopped and stared at each other before laughing, your hand covering your face in embarrassment.

“You go first, please.” He politely motioned, looking at you expectantly. Collecting yourself you looked up at him. For the first time, you found yourself really noticing those details in someone that makes them unique. Maybe you had stared a little too intensely because Changkyun let out a small cough and looked down.

“Or you could stare at me for the rest of the night that's fine.” He let out with a shaky breath. Breaking yourself from the trance you flushed with embarrassment.

“Sorry Changkyun, it's just… I guess we haven't really ever had time alone like this before. You're a really nice person. Really smart too, honestly I don’t know why you come to my tutoring sessions.” You admitted all in one breath.

Changkyun jerked a little at your confession, his hand raised quickly covering his face.

“You really haven’t noticed?” He mumbled softly, his eyes flitting over your face.

You frowned looking at him in confusion.

“Noticed what?”

Changkyun let out a chuckle as he ran a hand through his black hair, before standing up straight.

“We’ve been in the same class for four years. You never really noticed me, despite the fact I’m friends with the loudest most obnoxious guys on campus.” He let out a shaky breath before continuing.“You were always so focused in your work, I couldn't find the heart to distract you from that. So we decided to go to your tutoring hours. If it wasn’t for that you probably would've never thought to talk to me, huh?”

Your eyes widened at hearing his confession, your arms tightening around his helmet.

“The guys came with me so it wasn’t as awkward and to be honest, you really grew on them. I was so happy to finally have been able to have the chance to… you know actually get to know you. In between your lectures and such.”

He nervously rocked on his feet, looking around for anything that wasn't your cute face staring up at him.

“I mean I never really needed the tutoring. To be honest I feel bad for wasting your time, but even if it was just for a little bit-” he paused, straightening his shoulders back and looking directly in your eyes determinedly

“Even if it was just for a little bit, I got to believe someone like you could possibly fall for someone like me.”

If you imagined how this night in particular would have gone, never in your wildest dreams would you have imagined you’d be confessed to, and certainly not by Changkyun. The cold air made your cheeks flush even more as you stood staring up at him, your heart pounding loudly within your chest. The confession hung in the air between you two. You weren't sure how to respond honestly. He liked you. Changkyun liked you.

“Changkyun I-”

“And I understand if you don’t feel the same way. I just wanted to let you know. I understand though, this was all really weird, I’ll just leave-”

Somehow, in the midst of his rambling and in the midst of your internal debate, you had gently lifted yourself onto the top of your toes and placed one quick kiss to Changkyuns lips. His face slowly turned red as he stared down at you.

“Y/n…” he whispered.

“I like you too Changkyun.”

Changkyuns hands trembled as he brought them up to your face ever so gently, softly cupping your cheeks as his thumbs stroked gently patterns on them. His eye searched yours as he leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. You didn’t even flinch as you dropped his helmet onto the ground, bringing your arms up and around his neck, pulling your body into his. The cool night air didn’t seem to have an effect on either of you, as you both slowly pulled back, resting your foreheads against one another.

“So I take it we're going to hang out outside of my tutoring times right?” You teased, causing him to scoff and hang his head.

“Please you love that quality time together.”

For a few more minutes into the evening, you and Changkyun stood holding each other, swaying back and forth, prolonging the eventual parting between you two. Slowly you let go of one another as you started walking to your home.

“Goodnight Changkyun.” You smiled, waving back to him as you drew closer to your door.

“Goodnight Y/n.” He said back, waiting until you were safe inside.

Making sure you weren’t coming back out, Changkyun grinned as he fist pumped into the air, letting out a whoop of happiness. Grabbing his helmet from off the ground, he hopped back on his bike. Little did he know, from the blinds of your room, you smiled goofily, watching the boy you liked speed away, your heart full of nothing but love.

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severetimetravelnerd · 5 years ago

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Hatred and Love (ft. G Dragon) Mafia AU

Part 7

Your blissful moments don’t last long.

(I don’t own any of the images used. All credit goes to the original owners.)

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Okay, so this is a mafia AU. It has appearances from Daesung, Taeyang, TOP, Mino, Hanbin and EXO (mostly Kai). This continues with the EXO storyline, but again, I have nothing against EXO :)) I love them, but I had to use someone for the plot

Warnings: Violence, Death(not main character), Injury, Blood, Eventual smut, Abduction, Guns and Knives, language, emotional breakdown. Lots of mentions of guns and knives and different ways to attack in this one.

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You woke up the next morning, stretching as you turned to the smile, immediately smiling when you saw Jiyong cuddled close to you. He looked so peaceful when he slept. No harshness as a mafia boss, no coldness, no anger. In that moment, there was nothing dangerous about him. You could only remember how gentle he was with your aftercare from the previous night. You sat up a little, taking the opportunity to study his face when it was peaceful. You traced the outline of his jaw with your little finger and then you moved on the tiny mole he had near his right eye. You smiled when you gently touched it. You gently traced your finger over his lips, thinking about his beautiful smile. Your fingers made their way to the tattoo, tracing around the wings. You had just moved on to his numerous ear piercings when he gently caught your hand and kissed it.

“Good morning love.”

God, you loved that raspy morning voice of his. And you loved that you were the only one who got to hear him like that. You smiled back at him.

“Good morning Jiyong.”

He smiled at you sleepily, and he pulled you into his arms, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your hair. You smiled against his chest.

“Don’t you have work Jiyong?”

“Not until this evening.”

Your smile widened, happy at the time you would get with him. He pulled away a little, pausing to kiss your forehead.

“That’s better. I can see your face now.”

He gently moved the hair from your face. You had a blush on your face when you said,

“So, last night was…”

Jiyong grinned when he saw the blush. Smirking, he prompted you.

“Last night was what Y/N?”

You turned even redder, but persevered anyway.

“Last night was wonderful. It wasn’t like anything that I’ve done before.”

Jiyong’s smirk melted into an adorably shy smile.

“Me too. I don’t usually let people into my room, and it was more intimate than anything I’ve done before.”

You leaned forward and kissed his nose, smiling at the way his nose scrunched up. Looking a little nervous, Jiyong continued.

“Baby, you’re not afraid of me anymore, are you?”

You paused and held his face.

“Ji, I’m not going to lie to you, because you’re someone important to me, okay?”

He nodded.

“Ji, you abducted me. Of course I was scared at first. You ordered Daesung to beat me up and torture me.”

He winced a little at your words.

“But then, you changed. You started helping me out a little, and you started to care, in your own small ways. That gave me hope, because I’ve always liked and admired you. I started to care about you too. But then, just as we were getting closer, and I was starting to trust you because you said you’d keep me safe, you shot me in the arm. Luckily, it wasn’t fatal and it healed pretty quickly, but more than the pain of the wound, it was your face when you shot me that scared me. Jiyong, you had no care in your eyes. It made me think that maybe he never cared. Maybe it was all a clever ploy. Maybe he was just looking for a quick fuck.”

He flinched when you said that.

“It scared me that you could just shoot me like that. But after I got injured, you were there. You think I didn’t know that you were waiting behind that door in case I needed any help? I knew that you were always there, and I saw your eyes when I flinched away from you. Those aren’t the eyes of someone who doesn’t care. But you are still a ruthless mafia boss who I’ve seen kill so many times. So, yeah Jiyong, I am a little scared of you, but only when we’re not alone. If it’s just us, then I’m not scared of you.”

He smiled. It was a small smile, still a little sad about you being afraid of him.

“Okay sweetheart. I’m glad you were honest with me, but I’m not going to lie. The fact that you’re still scared of me hurts, but I promise that I will change that. I will never be the ruthless mafia boss around you.”

He took your hand and kissed it, pulling you a little closer. The two of you just stayed like that for a while, happily snuggled against each other.

“Jiyong?”

“Yes, my love?”

You were still mumbling into his chest.

“What happened with EXO?”

He sat up and sighed, playing with your hair as you snuggled up to him.

“Well, sweetheart, we’re in a sort of cold war, waiting for someone to make a move first.”

His grip around you tightened a little.

“They’ve vowed to take you back. And we vowed not to let them.”

You had no idea what to say to that. You just responded with a small,

“Oh.”

He absentmindedly nodded, playing with your hair, distracted, thinking back to the meeting and Jongin’s smug face when he said he’d take you back. God, he wanted to slam his face into the table then. But all his violent thoughts were chased away when he felt you tracing his name on his chest. He had never felt so much warmth and love for anyone before you. He leaned down and pulled you into a kiss, soft and gentle, savouring the moment. You also closed your eyes and enjoyed it, loving every second. You opened your eyes after, beaming up at him when he kissed your forehead and said,

“Hey, so we have some work and I want to spend some time with you. Do you want to make it a date?”

You just nodded, your grin growing wider.

One hour later, you were at a gun range. You looked around, and incredulously, you asked,

“Seriously? This is where you brought me on a date?”

He grinned rather sheepishly.

“I know this isn’t the ideal date, but you need to learn how to use a gun. You’ll need it now.”

You shook your head, unable to help the small smile that came onto your face, thinking about how this was so intrinsically like Jiyong. The two of you out on the protective gear and then, Jiyong got serious. He moved closer to you and said,

“Okay Y/N, this gun is a Glock 17. And this is how you hold it.”

He let you stand, gently moving behind you and correcting your posture.

“Move your arm a little higher Y/N. Yeah, that’s it.”

He then moved over to his space.

“Watch me carefully, okay?”

And he stood back, aimed and shot. It was a perfect shot, hitting its target on the first try. You could see how hard he was concentrating when he shot. You gulped and you too got ready to aim.

“Don’t be afraid of the recoil baby, and be prepared for the noise.”

You braced yourself and shot. No warning was enough for how scary it was to shoot a gun. Your entire arms pulled back, and the sound made you jump. You shot had landed a little away from the target, but it wasn’t too far away. Jiyong smiled.

“Good job. That was pretty good for a first try.”

You gave him a small smile.

“We’re going to be here until I manage to hit the bullseye, aren’t we?”

Without batting an eyelid, he said,

“Of course we are. And when we get back, I’m going to teach you how to use a knife.”

He kept his word. The first thing he did when you got back was lay out a tray of knives in front of you and let you pick one. You looked at him like he was insane.

“Isn’t a gun enough Ji?”

He shook his head.

“No, love. See, you can’t really hide a gun very well. There’s only so much you can do there. But with a knife, there are plenty of places you can hide it. I usually strap it to my thigh, but you can also strap it around your waist or under your sleeve if that makes you feel better. But you should know, your thighs are the best place to hide a knife. No one is going to be able to feel it there. And also, you like knives better.”

You just glared at him.

“Jiyong…”

He smiled and slowly took your hand.

“I know this sucks, my love, but you need to know this. You need to be able to defend yourself.”

Pulling you closer because of your disgruntled expression, he said,

“See, each knife is different. Each knife is beautiful. Look at them. So sleek, so sharp, so deadly, so elegant. It’s really beautiful to look at them. Everyone will have a different level of comfort with them. I prefer heavier knives, but I know Hanbin only carries around a small, sharp one. It’s better for a surprise. It all depends on what you find fits best. Just give it a try.”

And he took your hand and placed it on one of the knives in the tray. You let his hands guide yours over the blades, stopping to feel them. He kept staring at your face, trying to gauge your reactions to the knives, but you didn’t particularly like any of them. That is, until you felt the last knife. It was the prettiest of them all. Sleek, small, dangerous. It was a 7-inch-long blade, with a curved edge, black wooden handle and a beautiful leather sheath. It felt right. It wasn’t too heavy and neither was it too light. It fit your hand perfectly, and you were comfortable with it. You slowly picked it up and twirled it around, fascinated by the way the light bounced off it. Jiyong let out a low whistle.

“You have a good eye for knives, love. It’s the perfect size for your build and it’s the most dangerous out of the ones here.”

He took it out of your hand, and said,

“See, using this knife in pretty much any way will cause damage, but if you need to fatally injure someone,”

He reached out and drew a horizontal line in the air with it.

“Do that to someone across their stomach. There is no way they’ll be able to survive with that.”

You just stared at him in a mixture of horror and fascination, scared by how casually he was talking about it, but fascinated by the way the knife did that.

“If you stab into their spinal cord, it’ll damage the nerves and most likely, they’ll experience some sort of paralysis. If you just want to injure enough to escape, try the thigh.”

He held your hand over the knife and slowly showed you how to do the different manoeuvres. He left you to practice those and came back with a knife holder for your thigh and a gun holder.

“I’m going to leave this here. Take these with you whenever you go out of this room.”

He leaned down to kiss your forehead.

“I have to go do some work now. Stay here love. Hanbin will come with your stuff to keep you company in a bit.”

You pouted a little, but you let him go. You needed to get the complete picture of what was happening and you knew Jiyong wouldn’t tell you. You knew that the fight had stopped being about you and had become more about the gangs.

Hanbin came in a little while later, lugging two gigantic suitcases with him.

“Here you go. I don’t know why you have so many things, but anyway, I got as many of them as I could.”

You jumped up and hugged him. You hadn’t seen him in a while. He grinned as he hugged you back.

“You missed me?”

“Yes, yes I did.”

You stepped back and looked at him, anxiously searching him for any signs of injury.

“You’re okay right? I heard you met with Jongin.”

He sighed.

“Y/N, why is he so hell bent on taking you back?”

“What do you mean?”

“Right now, EXO is on a mission to get you to their headquarters. Jongin genuinely wants you there, and some of the others also want you there as Jongin’s supposed girlfriend, but the others just want you there to prove a point, because they know that you’re with hyung now.”

You felt a little guilty. All of this was happening because of you. Hesitating a little, you asked,

“Hanbin, what have both the gangs done so far?”

He tilted his head, thinking.

“Well, I’m not too involved in that aspect of things, but I know we’ve drastically increased our presence in our areas, and so have they. Daesung hyung, Mino hyung and Youngbae hyung are super busy with that.”

You were scared to hear the answer for your next question, but you knew you had to know.

“Hanbin, has anyone died because of this?”

His eyes softened. He ruffled your hair.

“Listen to me Y/N. Yes, around 5 people have died on both sides, but you have to believe me when I say that it isn’t your fault. I know you. I know you’re blaming yourself. But listen. We’re the ones who abducted you. None of this would have happened if we hadn’t. Also, you met hyung. That’s a good thing. EXO is just using you as an excuse to make this a big deal. It’s not your fault. And you can go back to your normal life after all of this is over. You may have to carry around weapons and you may have one of us tailing you, but it will end. And I know hyung will win this one too. He always has.”

You blinked away a few tears and squeezed Hanbin’s hand.

“Now come on Y/N. I discovered a new Netflix series that you will love. And we need to watch it together!”

You let him drag you over to the tv, grateful you had a friend like him.

A month later, and things were just as bad between the two gangs. You practiced with your gun and your knife daily, and you had gotten quite good at it, but you never got to show Jiyong. Only Hanbin knew, because Hanbin was the only person you saw often. You barely got any time with Jiyong. Every few days, you would wake up in the middle of the night and see him fast asleep beside you, but he was always gone before you woke up. He was just too busy making sure things were going according to plan. You were lonely and you missed him, but you never complained, knowing he had to do his work first. There were lives at stake. One night, you were sitting alone in the room, eating dinner as usual, when Jiyong walked in. It was the first time in the past month that you had seen him awake. He looked exhausted and could barely keep his eyes open, but he smiled at you. He sat down on the bed and opened his arms wide. You slowly slid into them, enjoying the warmth and familiarity of his arms. You really had missed that. He nuzzled his head into your neck.

“I missed you, my love.”

You kissed the top of his head.

“So did I, Jiyong.”

He looked up and smiled.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been spending much time with you. Things have just been so busy.”

You cut him off by planting a soft kiss on his lips.

“I know Ji. Don’t worry about it.”

He stroked your hair in awe and said,

“God, what have I done to deserve you?”

You didn’t respond, just kissing him again. He pulled you down, into bed. He pulled you close and shut his eyes.

“Let’s just be like this for a while.”

You hummed your approval against his chest, already snuggling up to him. The two of you had just been lying down on the bed, gently nuzzling into each other, or stroking each other’s hair, when Youngbae burst into the room. Both of you lumped up. Jiyong looked very annoyed.

“Youngbae, I’ve told you a 1000 times not to enter my room without my permission.”

Youngbae didn’t even bother answering that. He looked at Jiyong, and then at you, panicky. Jiyong didn’t notice his expression, but you did. Your heart sank. You knew something had gone seriously wrong.

“Jiyong, EXO… they-they’ve gotten Hanbin.”

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onewhostandswithopenarms · 5 years ago

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October 31: TODAY’S SPECIAL: TORTURE

The door closed softly behind him as he let out a muffled whimper. His hand pressed firmly to his mouth as the tears began streaming down his cheeks. He just couldn't take it anymore. They treated him like dirt; if they acknowledged him at all. The most common phrase in the past few months shot at him by the others was 'shut up'. It made him feel... worthless. He just wanted everyone to smile! To laugh and be happy! But apparently, all he was was an annoying flirt. The sobs were no longer quieted as he moved to the bathroom; now pouring out of his lips with a desperation depressingly familiar to him. Breakdowns like these were becoming more and more common. But this time, something felt different. He was sad, and hurt, and angry; but above all else he was tired. He just wanted it to stop, to make the pain go away. His eyes flitted over the bits and bobs he stored in the bathroom, and came to rest, almost innocently, on a small white plastic box. On the lid was carefully painted a brilliant blue line, with a silver tip.

And then he got a fantastic terrible idea.

Shakily, his hand stretched out, taking the box and clutching it to his chest. This... this was crazy. It was ridiculous and going to be incredibly painful and- and it would work; wouldn't it? He'd finally be able to give them what they wanted. He'd finally shut up. Just a silent smile. He popped open the top of the box and examined the contents. Durability and color were going to be the most important things here, and of course disinfecting absolutely everything. He may be desperate; but he wasn't stupid. He grabbed a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and a small metal basin, before dumping the whole bottle in. He ran his fingers lovingly over the silver rods, feeling them roll slightly under his fingertips. He had to pick the right one for the job. This one was his first, the one his mamá gave him when he was a little boy. That one was the first one he'd bought himself. And..... He picked it up, rolling it between his index finger and thumb. The cool metal felt soothing. This one was the first one he'd picked up here; so far away from home. A symbol of the beginning of his pain would be the tool he used to end it. Perfect.

He dropped it into the peroxide and let it soak as he looked over the tightly wound multicolored spools. Pink, yellow, white, black, red... blue. Blue that would turn purple, blue that would darken and warp. Just like him. Out of the box and into the liquid, it immediately began absorbing the disinfectant, baby-blue sliding into an almost sapphiric tone. He sat and watched for a moment, mind swirling. It never occurred to him to back out. He grabbed a towel, dipped it into the basin, and began disinfecting the area on him. Thoroughly wiped clean, he reached in and pulled the spool out, unwinding it completely. He halved it, just like every other time he'd done this. The end slid through the eye effortlessly, and a simple yet sturdy knot was tied. He raised his hand, took his left corner in his other hand, and breathed. The needle rested gently on his upper lip, and then he pushed.

Time became muddled. Pain was somehow muted. The motion of push and pull was soothing, and the blood that inevitably spilled was easily mopped up. A dab of peroxide from the rag every so often kept things wet and clean, which made it so much easier. God; why hadn't he done this before? It was so.... freeing. He felt near-euphoric as the needle and thread slid through his flesh. He was never taking these out. The last stitch slid home and he whimpered again, this time in delirium. Beautiful. And not a single stitch was out of place, like an unseen hand had kept him steady. A knock at his bedroom door startled him out of his near trance, his hand dropping from where it had been tenderly, lovingly, caressing the thread. Time to show his efforts to his dear friends! Oh, they would be so pleased with him, finally taking the right step! He bounced over to the door, suddenly feeling a little woozy. Ah. Blood loss, combined with the fact that.... the clock told him he'd missed lunch and dinner. That would do it. He giggled, then pressed a finger delicately to his mouth. No sounds, only silence. Another knock. Oh, right! The door! He opened it and gazed happily at the person before him. Look! His eyes crowed. Look at me! I did it! Now I am perfect for you. The orange mustache wobbled as lavender eyes filled with tears. "Ancients, no..." But the facts could not be changed. The lovable, caring team chatterbox had finally shut himself up, lips forever stretched and sewn into a smile.

#whumptober2020 #whumptober day 31 #no31 #short story #happy halloween #now for the tw #blood tw #needle tw #body horror tw #body mutilation tw #behold the depths of my depravity #pls tell me if i missed a tw #and yes #this is in fact from that fandom #these are indeed those characters

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somebridgesburn · 6 years ago

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see you around

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See, it`s always been Indy and Shawn.

They`ve had that friendship.

That ride-or-die, never-heard-of-personal-space, attached-to-the-hip friendship. That getting-drunk- together-for-the-first-time and holding-back-your-hair-when-you-throw-up friendship. That sneaking-out-together and you`re-basically-family and it`s-2am-but-I`m-lonely-can-I-come-over? Friendship.

That friendship everyone knew would turn out to be far more than that.

And it did.

After years of teasing and denying and silently pining, Shawn kissed her.

It was New year`s Eve and it was already four hours past midnight and everyone was passed out on the floor and her hair was a mess but he grabbed her by the waist and it was fucking perfect.

They were friends and then they were lovers.

Their relationship was something precious. It was snorting laughter and random trips to the grocery store and sarcasm and staying in bed `til noon. It was getting drunk on red wine and sloppy sex and giggles and forhead kisses.

It was everything Shawn needed when there were so many papparazzi in front of his appartement that he couldn`t go out and it was everything Shawn wanted when he spend his nights surrounded by girls, clad in fancy dresses, with fake eyelashes and even more fake personalities.

It was everything he wanted for the rest of his life.

That`s what he knew when he came home to her, fast asleep on the couch, with no makeup on, netflix show stil playing in the backround or when he watched her sitting at the kitchen table back in Pickering, gushing with Aaliyah over god-knows-what.

They were in love.

They were so in love, until they weren`t.

It wasn`t an ugly break-up. There was no screaming or insults or slamming doors. Of course there wasn`t.

They were Indy and Shawn and no matter what happened, they still loved each other. They still respected each other and they were still stuck with each other.

Looking back, it almost happened too silently.

Her whole world didn`t crash down on her; it slipped away silently. With a last tight-lipped, longing smile and a “I`ll see you around” and the ever so faint sound of their, no her, front door closing.

She knew she`d “see him around” because their parents` houses were only a couple foot away from each other and they had far too many mutual friends.

Also, it wasn`t long until Karen was going to host her annual dinner party and Indy knew there was no way she could get away with skipping it.

She also knew that Shawn was most likely to have someone new adorning his side. She wasn`t dumb. Shawn was handsome and charming and endearing and he could be as heartbroken as he wanted to be right now, but she knew exactly that he was going to find someone new in the blink of an eye.

Her heartbreak over their breakup wasn`t equivalent to that kind of heart-wrenching, sobbing heartbreak that was portrayed in movies or songs or on social media.

It just kind of... felt wrong.

Like, she had expected to end up with Shawn`s last name (and maybe a few of his kids in a nice suburban neighbourhood), everyone had.

And now, someone else was going to. She was never going to walk down the aisle, starring in his eyes nor grow old with him.

Her whole future didn`t look anything like it did a few hours ago. Heck, her whole life didn`t.

And she did feel her heart sting a little at these thoughts but mostly she just went through the motions. Waking up, getting dressed, going to work, coming back home, tucking herself in.

A little bit mindlessly, a little bit apathetic, but at least without a breakdown.

She has become good at it, those past weeks.

Pretending not to notice the absence of his guitar strumming when she got home or how the condo was far more tidy without his stuff sprawled all over the place.

She`s become good at it, trying to live without him.

But then all of the sudden, it`s a Tuesday morning and she is making coffee and she can`t stop her hands from shaking. And then there are sobs escaping her throat and tears streaming down her face and she sits on the kitchen floor until she can catch her breath again. And then she starts crying again.

When she is finished, she calls Shawn. She doesn`t call him as a lover or ex-lover, but as a friend.

It feels oddly good to hear his voice, comforting even.

She can tell he`s surprised she called him when he picks up. She can`t blame him. Heck, she`s surprised herself she called him.

They don`t really talk though. He`s on his way to the studio and she still doesn`t like him driving when he`s on the phone, even though he assures her it`s fine.

“But, like, promise we`re gonna talk later, right? I know this is bad timing and all, but I really wanna talk to you. We could like, talk tonight when I get home”

She can imagine him; driving down the 39, looking over his shoulder, gripping at the steering wheel. She almost misses the little “I miss talking to you” he quietly adds and she thinks her heart skips a beat. She knows it shouldn`t.

So she replies, “Yeah, sure”, and lets out a breath she doesn`t realise she had been holding.

They don`t talk to each other for two months.

Indy is squeezed into her seat next to fairly familiar, middle-aged ladies in the Mendes` living room. They have been questioning her about her career path and college major and lord knows what else in that annoying nasally voice the entire night and when they got an answer out of her they proceeded to critic it in any way, shape or form possible.

It is safe to say, Indy`s nerves are running dry.

She remembers she used to love Karen`s dinner parties. She doesn`t really remember why though.

Another hour in, Indy manages to sneak off to the bathroom. Or at least she thinks she did, until she runs into Karen.

“Well, hello honey. Trying to escape my party?”, the older lady greets her with a smug smile.

Indy only smiles sheepishly in response. Somehow her words get stuck in her throat and for the first time ever since she was four, she feels slightly nervous talking to Karen. She doesn`t know exactly if Shawn told his parents they broke up, nor how they reacted to the news.

But according to the warm smile Karen gives her while she takes Indy by the hand and leads her back into the kitchen, she figures he either didn`t tell them or they didn`t care.

Indy watches Karen preparing another dish, as she sits on the kitchen counter and it gives her some kind of solace for the first time this evening.

Being in the Mendes` house after the break-up is unexpectedly hard. It`s probably all of the memories coming back or whatever but Indy would be lying if she says the break-up itself didn`t turn out to be harder than she expected.

“So”, Karen broke the silence, “you haven`t been around in some time.”

Indy swallowes. She doesn`t want to have this conversation. Again.

“Shawn and I broke up.”

She remembers telling her parents.

It was the first time she said it out loud and they were distraught. She couldn`t really blame them. They probably had expected Shawn to be their future son-in-law but they weren`t helping the situation either; bombarding Indy with questions she didn`t have answers to and urging her to tell them what exactly happened, when she didn`t even really know herself.

“I know, sweetie. I`m sorry.”, Shawn`s mother answeres without looking up from the pudding she is making, “It doesn`t matter though, you know.”

“What?”, Indy`s head perks up.

“That the two of you broke up. “, Karen stops stirring and turns to look at Indy, “It shouldn`t stop you from coming over. Or being friends in general. You know, I love having you around.”

Indy is kind of baffled at that. She knows the Mendes family are the most kind-hearted people she has ever met but inviting your son`s ex-girlfriend to your home, even after they broke up, seems kind of next level, even for the Mendes.

But Indy knows she`s always been more family than anything else, even when Shawn and her were still just friends.

Karens gives her another warm smile before she turns back to stirring the pudding and, almost to herself, mutters, “a hundred times more than that other girl.”

That catches Indy`s attention. And she knows she shouldn`t ask and she knows she will not want to know the answer to that question she is about to ask but she still does.

“What girl?”

She can tell by Karen`s sigh, whoever that girl is, she is definitely not Mama Mendes favorite and Indy feels weirdly pleased by that.

“Oh, you know, Shawn`s been seeing that girl.”

Bam. There it is. The punch in the gut Indy basically asked for. She sucks in a breath before edging Karen to continue.

“It`s... hm I don`t know. I guess...”, Indy wonders what the deal with that new girl is, when even Karen struggles to find nice words for her, “but as long as she makes him happy, who am I to judge?”, Karen concludes.

So she makes him happy. Great.

“He`s actually bringing her tonight.”

“I thought he wasn`t coming?”

Indy is alarmed now. Meeting her ex-boyfriend and his new girlfriend.

Hell, no.

“He is. He didn`t make it in time but he said they`d be here for dessert. Which should be... about now.”

Karen is finishing filling the pudding into fancy little bowls that are going to be served to the guests outside. And when they are going to be served, Shawn is going to be here.

Indy feels sick now. She excuses herself to the toilet and walks down the hall in a daze.

She feels kind of stupid, really. Here she was, wondering if Shawn even told his mum about their break-up when he was already happily moved on.

She locks herself in the bathroom and lets her back slide down the door, until her bum meets the cold tiles.

And then the realization finally hits her.

Shawn is with someone new.

He has kissed someone else, he has probably slept with someone else, he is falling in love with someone else.

Someone that isn`t her.

And it hurts. It aches in her chest and if Indy hasn`t felt heartbroken before, she sure does now.

She shouldn`t be so fazed by it though. She should have seen this coming. And she did, she thought she did but somehow that didn`t prepare her for the ache in her chest and the sobs wailing in her throat now.

She would have thought, he`d let himself more time though.

It`s been like, what, three months? And she was still picking up the pieces.

It´s been three months, Shawn is already moved on and she was still cleaning up their mess; sitting on his parents` bathroom floor and crying like a baby.

It is kind of embarrassing to admit how hung up Indy still is on the break-up. Sure, the first week had been hard but she somehow got through it. It had been the weeks after that, that took their toll on her. Hours of crying and breaking down and looking at old pictures left Indy feeling completely drained.

And now, knowing that while she was crying her heart out, Shawn was hooking up with some new girl left her feeling like utter crap.

She feels like crying. She feels like screaming. She feels like doing anything but sitting on the Mendes` bathroom floor, trying to keep her sobs in.

But life doesn`t always get you what you want and Indy is interrupted by a knock on the door.

So she gets up and unlocks the door, when she remembers she didn`t even pretend to wash her hands and now the person outside probably thinks she`s really gross and -

It`s Shawn.

The person standing outside is Shawn (of course it is) and Indy thinks she might forget how to breath for a little moment.

He was looking her straight in the eyes, choking out a little “Hey”.

Indy on the other hand, has never been the smooth one of the two of them.

So she just stands and stares.

And stares.

With her mouth opening and closing, frantically searching for something, anything to say, but her mind just went blank.

Usually it would have been funny.

Shawn would have made a sarcastic comment, would have made fun of her and they would have laughed it of and Shawn would probably have still teased her with it after months. But they aren`t in love anymore nor friends and Indy thinks that this might be the most awkward situation she has ever been in.

So she slips past him and rushes back to the living room (and she touches his arm and she can`t breathe for a moment but it doesn`t matter).

But seemingly, Karma really wants to mess with her tonight because the sight she is greeted by upon entering the room, is even worse than facing her ex-boyfriend.

In the middle of the room there is a blonde woman, presumably the girls Karen had been talking about.

In addition to that she is currently hugging Nana Mendes, which makes the whole situation ten times worse.

Indy had always been Nana Mendes favourite. Aaliyah and Shawn used to joke about her loving Indy more than her own grandchildren and admittedly, Indy loved every second of it.

Not having a grandmother anymore herself since she was nine, she had taken comfort in having a shaky hand to hold once in a while or someone to spoil her with baked goods or to talk shit to about Shawn.

She hasn`t even seen Shawn`s new girl`s face and all of her resolutions on being a fair sport and nice ex-girlfriend are out the window.

And then, she hears the toilet flush and a lock turning and Indy knows it is time to get out of here. If she didn`t want to meet Shawn before, she sure as hell doesn`t now, after their awkward bathroom encounter. And maybe she also doesn`t want to see him with this new girl.

In hopes of being able to sneak out later, she flees to the kitchen; only to be met with Aaliyah.

“She`s awful, isn`t she?” Turning her head, Indy sees that Aaliyah isn`t even looking at her; her eyes are fixed on the blonde girl in the living room.

That is something that she loves about Aaliyah; she doesn`t talk to Indy as the poor ex-girlfriend but as a friend who she is gossiping to about her brother`s newest fling.

She`s family to Aaliyah. Still.

She takes comfort in knowing Aaliyah doesn`t like the new girl either.

Indy huffs in response and turns her head back to Shawn`s new girlfriend, while leaning against the door frame of the kitchen.

For the first time, Indy can actually really look at her.

She is rather tall. And pretty. Like, extremely pretty.

With her shiny blonde hair and long legs and pointy nose, she is that kind of Instagram-beautiful that Indy had been sure only exists in photo-shopped pictures on social media. That girl probably is some Instagram model.

And she fits perfectly next to Shawn. Indy knows it the moment she laid eyes on her and her theory is confirmed when he wrapps an arm around her and greets his aunt with an endearing smile.

They fit so well together. Both of them tall, gorgeous; they look like a million dollar couple.

“What`s her name”, Indy asks Aaliyah, who is still standing next to her, watching the girl just as intently as Indy is.

“Maise. Don`t remember her last name.”

She watches the girl as she interactes with different family members, plain jealousy flooding through her veins.

She has that red carpet smile, perfect for being Shawn`s arm candy; something Indy never liked to be.

She shakes her head and turns away.

It`s late. It`s late and the dinner is over and all of the guests are probably gone already.

Indy doesn`t care though. She doesn`t care that she shouldn`t be here anymore because she lost that privilege together with the status of being family three months ago or that she missed the rest of the dinner because she and Aaliyah snug out with two bottles of red and got tipsy (or a little more than that) or that Shawn`s already moved on.

Sitting on the front steps of the Mendes` home and breathing in the chilly summer air, she doesn`t care. For now at least.

She looks up at the night sky.

It reminds her of her seventeenth summer when Shawn and her were still just friends. Friends that snug away from yet another dinner party to look at the stars. She remembers how everything felt so infinite. So everlasting and yet so exciting. Full of chances and opportunities. It hadn`t even been a question if they would always have each other.

When she feels someone sitting down beside her, she tries to convince her mind that it could be Aaliyah, who just left five minutes ago to get a bottle of water, in order to sober both of them up.

But she knows that`s not true. She knows because her heart skips a beat when she feels them sitting down and she knows because she could tell the sound of their breath apart from any other.

She doesn`t need to look over at him. She knows it`s Shawn.

“I saw you made my little sister get drunk.” By the smile in his voice Indy could tell Shawn wasn`t really bothered but rather amused by the situation. He was just messing with her. Just like he used to.

“She did that to herself”, Indy answered with a shrug.

“And you to yourself, eh?”

“Yup” She pops the `p` as she leans back and kicks of her heels, disregarding them in the Mendes` front porch.

She`s positive she isn`t that drunk that anyone would be able to notice it, but it`s Shawn. Shawn who has witnessed her first time getting drunk and her first hangover and the second and the third and many more. He knows her and he knows when she`s drunk.

It were those little hings that used to make her believe that they really were something. Something special. Something that could last.

And now, they don`t matter anymore.

Now he just knows she got drunk on his front steps and it`s embarrassing.

“Indy, look” She knows by the way the tone of his voice changes that he wants to talk about the serious stuff now.

“I just... I don`t know. I know tonight, bringing Maisie, hasn`t been ideal and..., and god, I don`t even know what I want to say. It`s- it`s just, we haven`t talked in such a long time and it feels so weird, you know?”

Indy doesn`t look at him. She doesn`t respond. She just lets him sit there; rambling, helplessly searching for words, running his fingers through his hair.

He knows she`s trying to ignore him, just block him out by proceeding to look up at the stars and not sparring him a single glance.

He doesn`t know she`s looking up because she tries to fight the tears threatening to spill out of her eyes.

“Indy.”

He finally grabs her attention. She turns her head to look at him, stoic expression on her face.

“You`re my best friend”, he sounds desperated, with a hint of exasperation in his voice.

“And I`ll always love you and I`lll always care for you, you know and I`ll-”

“Babe”

Indy doesn`t have to look to know who the voice belongs to. She still does though.

And there she is, Maisie. Standing in the door, hands stemmed into her hips, eying Indy with furrowed brows.

She has never felt so stupid as right now. Half-sitting, half-lying on the front steps, barefoot, drunk and with probably smudged make-up and messy hair. She could basically feel Maise`s judgemetal gaze burning a whole through her dress.

“Are you coming?” the blonde asks Shawn, now completely ignoring Indy`s presence.

“Yeah, just give me a minute”, he half-heatedly answers, before turning back to his ex-girlfriend.

She can hear Maisie huff and close the door again, as Shawn continues.

“I just want everything to be normal again, I just want us to be us again, you know? I miss how we used to be.”

“And I know that I might be asking too much or that it`s too soon or whatever but fuck, I have no idea what I`m doing and I just, I just need you in my life, Indy. I need my best friend.”

He runs his hands through his hair like he always does when he gets frustrated. And Indy wishes, god she wishes that he wouldn`t be with someone right now because all she wants to do is hold him, kiss him, tell him it`s going be alright, they`re going to be alright and-

“Shawn!”, Maisie calls from inside.

And she keeps her mouth shut.

“Yeah, I`m coming.” He stands up, his 6`3 tall frame towering over Indy, before leaning back down to pull her into a hug.

She ignores that she can practically feel her heart jumping out of her chest when he nuzzles into her neck and whispers, “I just want to talk to you again”

And before she can think twice, she murmurs back a faint “Okay”.

But still, Shawn hears it (of course he does). He squeezes her tightly once more before he pulles away with the biggest grin.

“Okay.”, he repeats

“Okay.” Indy can`t help but smile as she looks into his eyes, that are sparkling with joy.

“Shawn! I`m waiting!”, Maisie basically rips the door open, again, destroying the moment.

Shawn gives Indy a last warm smile before turning to his girlfriend, that is standing in the doorway with her arms crossed, and following her. As Maisie sees that Shawn actually is coming this time, she turns on her heel and struts inside again.

Indy stands up, as well. She brushes over her dress with her hands and picks up her heels, before making her way out of the Mendes` front porch and back home, until-

“Indy!” She turns back around to see Shawn already standing inside the house, “Call me, please?”

“I will.”, she respondes with a faint smile, as she feels her stomach twist, at the sight of the former love of her life grinning at her one last time, before going back inside. Going back to a girl that isn`t her.

She never calls him again.

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes angst #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes one shot #shawn mendes oneshot #shawn mendes fanfic

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malecftw · 6 years ago

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The one where everyone celebrates - Tom Holland

A/N: So this is a little teaser I wrote for something I’m willing to put a lot of time and effort in, BUT I’m not gonna go through with it if I don’t get feedback from you guys. The 2 definitions are basically the big lines for the plot and I was wondering if you guys would wanna read something like this. I’ve been struggling a lot with really pushing through on writing so I’m not gonna write something no one wants to read. ;) Anywho hmu darlings. xx

Update: this teaser has basically turned into a fluff imagine what is my life.

Requests are open!

Masterlist.

Pre-eclampsia (PE) is a disorder of pregnancy characterized by the onset of high blood pressure. When it arises, the condition begins after 20 weeks of pregnancy. In severe disease, there may be red blood cell breakdown, a low blood platelet count, impaired liver function, kidney dysfunction, swelling, shortness of breath due to fluid in the lungs, or visual disturbances. Pre-eclampsia increases the risk of poor outcomes for both the mother and the baby. If left untreated, it may result in seizures at which point it is known as eclampsia.

Eclampsia is the onset of seizures (convulsions) in a woman with pre-eclampsia. Pre-eclampsia is a disorder of pregnancy in which there are high blood pressure and either large amounts of protein in the urine or other organ dysfunction. Onset may be before, during, or after delivery. Most often it is during the second half of pregnancy. Following the seizure, there is typically either a period of confusion or coma. Complications include aspiration pneumonia, cerebral hemorrhage, kidney failure, and cardiac arrest.

Prologue - The one where everyone celebrates

‘Tom are you almost ready?’ You shout from the bottom of the mahogany stairs. ‘Yes darling, stop stressing!’ He says as he appears from your shared bedroom, which is located right at the top of the stairs to the right. He slowly makes his way down the stairs and stops on the last step. He’s directly in front of you and you feel his arms snaking their way around your waist. He gently pulls you into his chest and you sigh in subconscious relief. ‘You shouldn’t worry so much. It’s not good for the baby.’ He mumbles into your hair. You squeeze your arms around him. ‘I know, I just want everything to be perfect.’ ‘And it will be.’

A couple of hours later the doorbell rings and you start getting up from the couch. Tom puts a hand on your knee, silently telling you he got it. As he makes his way towards the front door you get up to welcome your guests. You straighten out your summer dress and clasp your hands in each other in anticipation.

First up are Nikki and Paddy. They both hug you and you look at Tom when Paddy doesn’t give you time to crouch down. You had the slightest bump that was barely noticeable but it would just be your luck that Paddy would just feel it at the front door. Thankfully he didn’t realize a thing and you moved closer to the twins who were talking to Tom while waiting for Paddy to release you so they could greet you as well.

‘Wassup sis!’ Sam says in your ear as he hugs you tightly. ‘Nothing much lil bro.’ You squeal as he ruffles your hair during the hug. ‘Hun please I’m taller than you.’ He says as-a-matter-of-factly while he pulls away. ‘Is Sam annoying my favorite sister already?’ Harry says cheekily as he comes up behind Sam. You laugh and walk towards him, embracing him just like everyone else. ‘I’m your only sister Harry. And not even officially yet.’ He pulls away and touches the tip of your nose lightly with his index finger. ‘Exactly.’ ‘Guys guys, give her some space will ya.’ Tom shouts jokingly, closing the front door after Dom makes his way in. You could see the happy lights in his eyes. His entire family together to celebrate. Not that anyone else besides you and Tom knew already. Although that was going to change within the next couple of hours.

Dominic struts over to you and gives you a long warm hug. ‘How are you darling?’ ‘I’m so good Dom, thank you for coming.’ You say smiling into his shoulder. He rubs your back before he pulls back, giving you a warm, gentle smile just like his wife did a couple of minutes prior.

After everyone has gotten their drinks before dinner the living room is filled with cozy chatter. The warmth of the fireplace is dialed down yet still pleasant and you feel completely content. After a little bit of catching up, you and Tom share a look and you stand up figuring it’d be too obvious if you both spoke up. ‘Okay guys, I have a game for you. There’s an object in this house, that leads to a surprise for everyone. Everyone gets to have one guess to which room it’s in and we’ll go from there.’

After a lot of laughs and discussions later Sam had guessed the right room. The kitchen. Tom follows behind everyone knowing not to get involved until the right time. You immediately go to stand next to the working oven and start talking again, everyone looking at you eagerly to find out the next step in the game. ‘Now, I’m very very close to the object. Once you’ve figured out the object there’s going to be some wordplay involved.

After a good amount of guesses, it becomes clear they’re not gonna figure it out without some help so Tom steps out from behind the family and stands next to you. On the other side of the oven. ‘Okay, guys so I’m super close to the object as well. You basically can’t miss it.’ Tom says as he intertwines your fingers. Sam and Harry looked at each other with a confused look, Paddy’s distracted by petting Tessa and Dominic and Nikki both look at the both of you.

All of a sudden Nikki speaks up. ‘You’re both next to the oven? Has it got something to do with our dinner.’ Tom laughs, a mixture of nerves and excitement filling his heart. You smile and put a strand of hair behind your ear. ‘Very close mum.’ Tom answers, and he looks at you to lead the surprise again. ‘Okay, so what are we having for dinner?’ Harry crouches down at this to look through the glass of the oven, not being able to get too close cause of the heat. ‘What the... What the hell is that Tom?’ He asks, now even more confused than before. Paddy walks closer towards the oven and Tom puts a hand on his shoulder. ‘Don’t get too close Pads it’s hot.’ Paddy ignores him and looks straight into the oven.

‘Is that a bun?’ Paddy questions. The entire room is silent, you and Tom don’t know whether to clarify or to let them figure it out on there own. ‘We’re having one bun for dinner?’ Sam exclaims confusion written all over his face. ‘Well, could be two really. Not sure.’ Tom looks at you with horror in his eyes. ‘Please no, y/n. Can you not, one is enough right now.’ You laugh out loud and everyone looks at your exchange. Nikki’s face begins to change and her hands fly up to her mouth while the twins, Paddy and Dom are still confused.

‘Guys come on. What is this?’ You say calmly as you point to the bun. ‘A bun.’ Sam stated. Tom continues. ‘And what’s this?’ He asks as he points to the oven. ‘An oven?’ Dom says hesitantly. Nikki looks towards you as you see tears filling her eyes and you blush, tears filling your eyes as well. Touched by her reaction to the news the boys find so hard to figure out. You try to snap out of it and focus on the guys. ‘So what’s that combined?’ ‘A bun in the oven.’ Paddy exclaims proudly for figuring out the game.

Everyone except for Nikki looks at the both of you dumbfounded so you decide to make it even more obvious and put both of your hands on your tummy. Tom is still holding your right hand so he shuffles closer to you and puts one hand on your tummy as well. ‘Shut the fuck up.’ Sam says, arms dropping from his waist to his sides. Harry just looks like he’s seen a ghost and Dominic turns to Nikki who now has a couple of tears running down her cheek. ‘We’re getting old. Grandpa and grandma.’ Dom says and Nikki laughs. Paddy turns his head, realization finally sinking in. ‘YOU’RE HAVING A BABY?!?!’ He breaks the comfortable, shock-filled silence and everyone laughs. This also makes everyone snap out of the shock and before you know it you’re being surrounded by the twins first. ‘If it’s two buns you better name them Sam and Harry Jr.’ Harry says while fist bumping Tom before hugging you again, although this time tighter. Tom smiles but shakes his head while Harry’s not looking, making you giggle.

‘You guys I can’t believe I’m going to be an uncle at 20. You little rascals!’ Sam says, grinning from ear to ear. He envelops you into one of many hugs and cups your head. ‘I’m going to be the cool uncle. Don’t worry about Harry I’ll keep him in check.’ ‘I don’t doubt you will Sam.’ You whisper, wrapping your arms around his waist tightly for a second.

Whilst Paddy is hugging your leg, Dominic comes up to hug you as well. After he pulls away he looks you straight in the eyes, sighing before speaking. ‘You’re making me feel very old here y/n. But you’re going to be the most stunning mum and this little wonder is going to be loved no matter what.’ You chuckled and wiped away a stray tear. ‘Gosh, Dominic you’re making me cry.’ After giving you a few more words of encouragement he moves towards Tom so now Nikki is in front of you. Her hug is different. It’s a hug from one mother to another. Her arms are wrapped around your neck and she kisses your cheek. ‘I just want you to know darling that no matter what happens, whenever you need our help we are completely here for you. Me and my boys have adored you from the moment Tom brought you home for your first Christmas and we haven’t stopped adoring you. Tom’s not the only lucky one to have you in his life and we all love you so much. Thank you for giving us this gift.’ You nod beaming with happiness and pride, too choked up to say anything.

After a lot more baby talk it’s finally time for dinner. Under the bun, there was a fully prepared casserole cause let’s be real, no one wants just a bun for dinner. While you look over at the entire family sat at your dinner table you sigh in content and Tom notices, putting a hand on your thigh and stealing a kiss.

The start of an adventure surrounded by the people you love the most.

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sheerioswifties · 6 years ago

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So I've got something to say after what's been a really horrific day following a terrible few months following a nightmare few years and so on... and I've just had a complete breakdown here in this hospital bed and I want to say some things to Taylor, just put it into the void. This will come off silly and cheesy to most but I know you guys understand and I cannot thank you enough for that.

Dear Taylor,

I, like everyone who has had their lives touched by you, have so very much I want to say to you but this will be short as I'm very sick and can't type much. I'm in the hospital for the ??????th time dealing with issues from my chronic debilitating illnesses- long stories- just, the point is that I needed to write you from this hospital bed right now, through tears and just thank you. Thank you, Taylor, for SO much, but specifically in this moment- I need to thank you for bringing this next chapter sooner, the timing... it's perfect. I need to thank you for this countdown- though it's been quite a ride and driving us all crazy you know we love it and I have realized that your daily 4.26 countdown posts are literally keeping me going right now. Keeping me fighting. I'm going through the roughest time a human can right now, and looking forward to seeing these posts gives me a reason to smile at least once each day. Something fun and good for even just a moment each day- that's *huge* right now. And more importantly, knowing that I've got to make it to 4.26 keeps me going, keeps me fighting- it's an exciting goal that sits in my mind every day to focus on, to know there is something really amazing to look forward to while I'm in the middle of all the misery. And then, knowing that whatever starts on 4.26 will set another something to look forward to, to fight to make it to see, and so on. Taylor... you are literally keeping me going, keeping me fighting through times when my body has exhausted me so much that it's very hard not to give up- but you. You give me something to focus on in the future and that really is everything right now. I really look forward to and hope with all my heart that I'll get to see and hear TS7. I don't know if I'll be able to go to the tour and that's something I cannot reasonably get hopes up for right now. But just knowing an album and all kinds of your unique and wonderful Swiftian content is just on the horizon really is everything, I cannot explain or emphasize that enough. Honestly I'll be so happy just to see what happens on 4.26. Just that alone, like I've said, keeps me going. And!!! Taylor!!! Your fandom!!! I cannot speak highly enough of some of the amazing, incredible, beautiful souls I've met and become friends with on here because of you! The friendships that are real; here's to my REAL friends indeed... mean the world to me and truly are a bigger factor in keeping me going as well. I wish I could tell you about each and every one of them, how special they are and what they've done, how supportive and loving they are- shout out to you guys, I love you SO much. And I love that I can go off about how Taylor freaking Swift is saving my life and you guys actually understand and won't think this is silly. We get each other and we've got each other and that really IS everything. Okay I've now typed a lot more than I intended and need to wrap this up, so... I just... I need Taylor to know. I don't need a like or notice or anything, I just am really hoping that somehow @taylorswift will at least see this so she knows. That I love you Taylor, I thank you, I cannot put into words what you've meant to me. A million times thank you!!!!!!

And so, my Swiftie fam, I ask in this moment of weakness what I wouldn't normally, again; please if you guys can reblog this or if any of you by chance have direct lines to Taylor that could even just tell her, just tell her thank you for me. That's all. I know she's so busy and this has become way too long a post now so I'm just really hoping someone can just let her know she's had this huge impact on this little life. Just tell her thank you and I love you for me. Somehow that really is everything.

I love you guys. I thank you from the depths of my heart.

Brynn💕

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friday-ocean · 6 years ago

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Riding A Good Time

Summary: Your day is a complete failure. Bad luck, bankruptcies and breakdowns accompany you. To relax you go to a well-known club to buy something very special. But a big, unfriendly man stands between you and your new world. Or maybe not?

Paring: DrugSeller!Bucky X Reader

Warning: Drugs, SMUT

Authors Note: This is the contribution to @youngmoneymilla writing assignment. Congratulations again for the 5.000! You will surely have doubled the number soon!

Based on the song “Ride A White Horse” by Goldfrapp

MASTERLIST

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Wrong foot. Black cat. Broken mirror. Salt spilled. 13. Bad luck. Fate. You can call it that, but you don't have to. In any case it brings bad mood, at least to you.

The day starts almost an hour late - your alarm clock has died silently in the night and you owe it only to your inner clock not to wake up later. The next thing you must notice is that the night before you forgot to load the wet laundry from the washing machine into the tumble dryer. There are now two possibilities: either to wear the uncomfortable, sexy underwear and the much too tight skirt to work, or the comfortable, but damp ensemble. Worried about a bladder infection and the constant uncomfortable feeling of peeing in your panties, you'd rather choose the uncomfortable outfit.

In the restaurant you work in, things shouldn't get any better. Although your colleagues tried to hide your delay from your boss, he had somehow managed to get wind of your absence. He will gladly deduct the hour from your wages...

Around noon almost all the tables were occupied by hungry guests and you could hardly run as fast as people asked for you. Heavy trays of hot food, cold drinks and strong coffees were carried around by you. Despite the hustle and bustle, you managed to meet each guest with a friendly smile. All the greater was your disappointment when you counted the meagre tip. All that fake smile - for nothing!

At the latest at the evening business a thought slowly matures in you. A colleague had drawn your attention to the dissatisfied guests at one of your tables. Without "hello", "please" or even considering your person, they complained directly about the too warm water, the cold food and other little things. With pinched lips you apologize, knowing full well that this is only a bad trick to get a free dessert at your expense. But do you have another option than to take the order and pay for it? Hardly. What is 10 € against the danger of a cancellation?

With sluggish steps you can complete the last tasks of the day. Just tidy up and lock up and you'd finally be off work! The bad luck of the day and the stress of the day urgently needed a drain valve. It's hard to imagine how much worse your bad mood could get...

You open your locker with a sigh of relief. Move quickly and you could start into the evening. Hectically you search the small cupboard. Didn't you always have a T-shirt in here for emergencies? Deo, chewing gums, a thick pantyhose, a towel and felt hundreds of hair bands, but no T-shirt! Not even an old, sweaty one. You slam the door shut with a bang. And now what? A white blouse and black skirt were now inappropriate for your planned trip. In this outfit you have the charm of an incompetent undercover policeman. Inconspicuously, it's different...

Under the white blouse you wear only the uncomfortable, black bra. (Sad, if you consider that not even the one who gave you more tips.) Black skirt, black bra, black shoes... Your eyes fall on your black leather jacket, which you quickly put on in the morning. Actually, you only wear this gem at events, like a dinner or date, but on this cursed morning you just didn't find an alternative. Just wearing your jacket over your bra would be daring, almost obscene, but almost perfect for today's project. Plus, if you wear the jacket almost closed, you'd even keep a little self-respect.

With new self-confidence you leave the small restaurant and turn towards the city centre, towards the colourful lights and the pulsating life. Your goal is a rather unknown club, popular with those who really want to dance and enjoy the music rather than be in the spotlight. A small bonus of this special audience is the great choice of ways to create the evening. Well, you prefer to "ride a white horse".

The doorman looks at your outfit with interest but refuses to comment. That's right, you think bitterly. A sexist saying and you would have ripped his head off with cold anger. The evening is still young, so far there are only a few night characters at the bar and on the dance floor. But to your joy the person you are looking for is sitting at the bar: Sam Wilson, known as "the contact".

With a wide smile you cross the dance floor and slide onto the bar stool next to Sam. His dark eyes only wander briefly over your body, but then get stuck on your face. A broad smile lights up his face as he recognizes you. "Hello sweetie! Long-time no see. How's it going, how's it going?" Sam's good mood is directly contagious, and you give him a little smile: "I hope the day gets even better today". You wink briefly, but Sam understands you as well.

"Well, I'm sure I can do something," Sam's gaze is almost caring as he bends over to you. "I have a new boyfriend like that", his voice only a soft whisper against your ear, "Pale, dark hair, blue eyes, big - should shave again. Wears a hoodie and a denim jacket. Sits in the back of the VIP area and spreads bad mood." You shrink your eyebrows, but don't ask Sam any more questions.

The seller's description is not very friendly, but very accurate. You discover the unfriendly, badly shaved big man immediately. He sits on the red leather sofa, leaning back and his legs wide open, a bottle of beer in his big hand. Next to him sits Steve, a salesman you already know.

Deals are always the same: Sam sits at the bar or stands at the edge of the dance floor. If you want to buy something, you must pass him first. He checks everyone, filters out potential undercover cops and traitors before passing the serious buyers on to the sellers in the club. The sellers change regularly, sometimes even on the same evening. Steve, Natasha, Clint... Familiar faces where you've bought your Winniebago in the past.

Without waiting for an invitation, you settle down next to the tall man on the sofa. "Hi! Long-time no see, Steve!" "Hello little one. Well, how can we help you?" Steve's smile could come directly from a glossy magazine. "I had hoped you could send me to a beautiful new world?" Steve shoots another smile at you: "Of course, little one. My friend Bucky here will be happy to help you!

Your gaze wanders over to the tall figure next to you. Bucky, as you now know, apparently didn't look at you during the whole conversation. He briefly hits his thighs before he rises and leaves the small VIP area. A friendly smile to Steve and you follow his big friend. With long steps he crosses the club again. You have trouble following his fast pace, but at a door leading into the club's internal area, he waits for you. Like a gentleman, he holds the door open for you and you step into the narrow, dark corridor.

Goosebumps spread on your skin and you try to swallow the heavy toilet in your throat. Even if this is not your first purchase, you cannot suppress the growing restlessness in your stomach. "Why do you want to buy something?", the dark voice of Bucky makes you roar around, the eye brown pulled together. His dark, imposing figure is only a few centimetres away from you. The door has closed behind him and the only light in the entire hallway is a single, naked light bulb that creates long shadows.

Although you thought you always had a perfect eye on your surroundings and noticed every interest in your person, you didn't notice Bucky's piercing look. You weren't his first buyer, not even that night. Your whole figure amazed him. Although your outfit is sexy and provocative, you also radiate a certain elegance, with your upright walk and straight shoulders. Dark eyelids speak of a strenuous job, but your eyes sparkle in the colourful light of the spotlights - unlike the veiled eyes of the addict. But much more fascinated is the one of your skin: radiant, soft and a soft redness spreads over your entire chest. Bucky really had to pull himself together to follow the conversation between you and Steve and not stare at your exposed skin.

With a shrug you try to give him an honest answer: "I just... want to relieve stress, relax. The world around me... Feel..." "And for that you need cocaine?", his eyebrows rise and for the first time that evening you see him directly in his ice-blue eyes - his gaze seems to beat you right through marrow and leg. Again, you try to swallow the toilet in your throat before you answer: "It goes so faster. Easier. Cheaper." Another step and Bucky stand right in front of you, his own scent of tobacco, wood and sweet orange surrounds him. "More dangerous?" You wrinkle your nose and raise your gaze: "There are hardly any alternatives."

Bucky's hands hold your upper arms tightly, pushing you against the wall of the hallway. Your lips almost touch, your breath mixes. The blue of his eyes has given way to the black of his enlarged pupils. Is he on cocaine himself? Heroin? Or do you trigger this greedy, animalistic expression in him? "Should I let you feel the world? Bucky's voice is just a rough whisper, but you can hear his seriousness.

"On your knees', Bucky lets go of your upper arms, but his big body continues to press you against the wall. Bucky answers your indecisive facial expression again, this time more emphatically and louder: "On your knees! His piercing gaze and firm voice leave no room for interpretation. You press yourself firmly against the wall and slowly slide down it. Your knees land hard on the floor, you sit with your ass on your legs. His lap floats in front of the tip of your nose, a clear bump stretches out towards you.

Bucky quickly opens his pants and pulls them down with his underpants until his penis is free. You raise your eyes, blink through long eyelashes up to Bucky. The look out of your innocent, big eyes completely upsets Bucky. How could such a beautiful, elegant, immaculate woman have such a desire for something as dangerous and dirty as heroin? An almost animalistic grunt is created in Bucky's throat. He would show you a whole new world.

His big hand lies on the back of your head and before you can even protest, he presses your lips firmly against his limb that he is holding out with the other hand. Shocked, you open your eyes and try to push yourself away from him. But his grip on the back of your head doesn't let up. He keeps pressing his limb against you, stroking your lips with the glans. Intuitively you finally open your mouth, the pressure against your lips too compelling.

The top of his shaft slides in your mouth, bumps against your tongue. You gasp, but Bucky doesn't penetrate any further. Your teeth close around the tip of his penis - a second flickers the fear you might bite over Bucky's face. But you relax your jaw and Bucky can feel your warm, tight and wet mouth.

Slowly, you notice Bucky's very own taste. Salty, a bit bitter, but above all... primitive. An unknown feeling stirs deep in your intestines - a pulling, tingling sensation that slowly spreads inside you. Involuntarily your tongue flickers over the tip of his tail - the bitter, salty taste intensifies. You raise your eyes and look for Bucky's eyes. His gaze from his shining eyes is caught with yours. He had expected to see fear, disgust or disgust in your eyes, but instead your eyes are dark and expectant.

His long fingers begin to draw small circles on your scalp, confusing your long hair. Again, your tongue flickers, but this time it strokes his glans, feeling the soft and sensitive skin. Bucky supports himself with his other arm against the wall and presses his hip towards you. Slowly you breathe in through your nose, relax your jaw even further and Bucky pushes his penis even deeper. His penis is even thicker swollen, now completely stiff. Your mouth gets wetter and wetter and you stroke the saliva over its length. The tingling in your body flares up - your head starts to fog. There are only the flames in you and the original taste on your tongue. Moisture spreads between your legs, your inner muscles cramp for nothing.

Your hand surrounds his tail just above his testicles, slowly letting your head slide back and forth until your lips touch your hand. Bucky exhales sharply - this isn't his first blowjob, but only you can make the world spin. Your tongue glides over his tail, you feel every protruding vein. A demanding sigh arises in your throat, the vibration shakes Bucky. He closes his eyes and moans; his long fingers massage your head. His face shines with complete bliss. You have never seen a more beautiful sight for which you are responsible. Through the closed door the bass of the music roars, pulsating deep in your chest, your belly, between your legs. More demanding you suck, closing your lips even tighter around Bucky's cock. His muscles cramp, the dark colours around him begin to shine. Presumptuously, your hand embraces his eggs. Your fingers begin to gently massage his sack, in rhythm with your lips.

Suddenly Bucky explodes - his abdominal muscles cramp together and his hot, bitter juice shoots into your mouth. His moaning makes you tremble inside, you swallow every drop like sweet nectar. His tail becomes noticeably softer after the last drop, but you keep your lips closed around him, looking at Bucky only through big eyes. He opens his heavy songs as if after a long, restful sleep. Your sight makes him shudder - you on your knees, your hands on his sack and tail, full red lips. But you have a glitter in your eyes, life, strength, hunger - rosy cheeks and confused hair. Pure ectasia.

Bucky takes a small step back and lets his tail slide out of your mouth. Saliva glitters all over his length and on your lips. You swallow the bitter taste, already now with the desire for more. You still stay on your knees, close to Bucky's crotch. He pulls up his underpants and trousers again, looks at your saliva like a hard-won trophy.

"Show me your new world again."

~ Fin ~

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spring-emerald · 7 years ago

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trying to find (my way back into you)

Part 1; Part 2

Akaashi follows Sawamura’s figure with his eyes, before returning his attention to Bokuto and Kuroo’s conversation.

“I’m surprised you haven’t towed Hinata away and made him dance with you,” Kuroo remarks, looking over at the boy (he will always be a boy to him) and his best friend, now hopping tables to greet the guests. He almost snickers at the way Kenma lags behind Hinata, knowing well how exhausted he is at being dragged around the hall to meet a lot of people.

“Not yet. I plan to, later.” Bokuto winks before downing down his drink.

“Hah, good luck on prying Kenma away from him.”

Akaashi mentally agrees with him. “What I’m surprised about, Kuroo-san,” he interjects, his curiosity getting the better of him, “is that I haven’t seen you bother Sawamura-san since the reception.” He takes a sip of his drink, watching him over the rim of his glass.

The way Kuroo stiffens at the mention of Sawamura’s name is not lost to Akaashi, but he doesn’t say anything about it. He doesn’t really know what had become of them. He only knows just as much as Bokuto-san does, because despite not being his setter anymore, Bokuto-san is still compelled to tell him everything, whether he appreciates it or not.

He only knows that they’ve broken up but Kuroo-san didn’t say the reason why.

He’s got to admit that this particular information is something he wants to be more privy about. Which he thinks is only natural, since he unwillingly lent his help to Bokuto-san when he declared himself as Kuroo-san’s wingman in his effort to win Sawamura-san’s heart, way back then. He knows it’s not any of his business but he was curious about the reason for their falling out.

“Th-this is not the time, nor the place,” Kuroo replies. His argument is weak, but Akaashi has taken pity on the way he’s become nervous and fidgety.

“That’s understandable, bro. It’s tough dealing with one’s ex.” Bokuto nods sagely, patting Kuroo’s back. “Though, I wonder how Sawamura is doing now.”

“He’s working as a Physical Therapist. Mostly with stroke patients,” Akaashi answers.

Bokuto looks at Akaashi suspiciously. “How did you know that?”

Akaashi shrugs. “From Tsukishima. We were catching up earlier and got into the topic of everybody’s lives.” He continues to tell the unfortunate story of what happened to Sawamura’s father and how it changed his plans.

Kuroo stands frozen on his feet, shocked to hear about this news only now. He hadn’t formally met Sawamura’s father when they had been together, but he’d seen enough pictures and heard enough of him from Sawamura. And those times, it was clear that Sawamura loved and admired his father very much. Why hadn’t Sawamura told him about this?

“Really? That must have been rough.” Bokuto frowns.

“It was. But his father is all recovered and is doing well now. At least that’s what the Karasuno members know. It’s a shame that he had to give up going to university in Tokyo because of it.”

Kuroo snaps his head to look at Akaashi. “What?”

Akaashi startles at the sharpness of Kuroo’s question. He blinks. “...He got accepted at a university in Tokyo,” Akaashi says slowly. “But he chose to stay because of what happened to his father- Kuroo-san, are you alright?” Akaashi quickly puts down his drink to hold Kuroo’s arm when he started swaying, while Bokuto’s also quick to hold Kuroo’s side upright.

Akaashi turns a nearby chair around and together, they guided Kuroo down to sit on it. He’s looking pale and has this kind of faraway look in his eyes.

Bokuto offers him a glass of water, which he takes and drinks in one gulp. He passes the glass back to Bokuto without looking, and runs his hands roughly through his hair, messing up the meticulously gelled up-do he’d managed to tame it into, a deep frown on his face.

Akaashi and Bokuto share a silent but meaningful look over Kuroo’s head. “Bro, what’s wrong?” Bokuto asks, rubbing a hand across Kuroo’s back to try and comfort him.

Kuroo clenches on his hair, quelling the growing headache, questions and thoughts running wild inside his mind. Mostly, it’s just ‘I did not know’ bouncing around his head, an unspoken response to Bokuto’s question. It’s followed by ‘Why do I even care? It’s been years.’

But the thing is, he does. He still just does. There’s some kind of feeling in his chest that goes warm, then cold that seeps into his being; a sense of foreboding that he doesn’t even know the source of.

‘I didn’t know.’

Trying to figure it out, make sense of this whole confusion gives Kuroo a sense of purpose though. It helped him focus on something else other than the dull, throbbing pain.

If it’s the matter of Sawamura not telling him about what happened to his father, he can give that a definite timeline. That probably happened after their falling out. As sad and regretful as it is, there’s no way that Sawamura would inform him of that.

But going to university in Tokyo… that would have happened way before they broke up. Seven years is a lot of time to travel back in his memories to try and remember the exact date when he took it, but it’s pretty generic for everyone and it happens on the same month. So, as fuzzy as everything is, he’s sure about this fact. He’s sure that Sawamura’s got plenty of time to tell him about it, tell him what he’s planning.

And he got accepted? Acceptance letters arrive within a reasonable time after the exam was taken. Again, it still would’ve been a few weeks before, still plenty of time for Sawamura to tell him.

‘Why does it matter?’ Why indeed. Because it shouldn’t, not anymore. But Kuroo can’t let it go. There’s something in his gut that is telling him that he’s in the cusp of discovering, understanding something.

Then again, so what? There’s no point in figuring this whole thing out, is there? It wouldn’t bring them back in time. It certainly wouldn’t bring back time to them. It’s not like the knowledge of this would undo all that happened.

It wouldn’t change anything.

Would it?

Kuroo’s head throbs in pain and he presses down his thumb at the side, rolling it in small circles to ease some of it. This is too messed up, and it’s been too long for him to be too hung up about this.

He came with the knowledge that Sawamura will be present, but everything that happened so far when they meet again was not what Kuroo was expecting. It’s far from how he wants it to be. And it doesn’t just bring old, painful memories, but burning questions that he may have buried, but never truly forgotten.

He feels now, more than ever, is the time to have answers to that. Forget about being prepared and being civil, that plan had gone straight right out the window once they met again. And if Sawamura breaks his heart again by telling the truth, and if Kuroo inevitably breaks his own heart by seeking the answers he’s probably off not knowing, well, he’ll come out of it as a braver and hopefully stronger man.

And maybe, after this, he can truly, completely move on. Because as much as it had been too long, he never quite gotten over Sawamura Daichi.

He cards his hand through his hair one more time, arriving at a decision.

It’s time to face Sawamura and get his answers.

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Daichi leans on the railing, eyes closed as he inhales the crisp night air, letting the cold burn and expand his lungs, before releasing it again in slow, measured breath. The trick does the job of stopping the prickling sensation and it actually did make him feel a little better.

“You can do this, Daichi,” he whispers to himself. It’s only a few hours left until the reception and he’ll be able to leave soon. Only a few hours and he doesn’t have to be anywhere near Kuroo.

It had been easier to ignore him earlier, when anger had been his dominant emotion upon knowing that he’d been unjustly accused. When all he could do was pretend that the other does not exist, just so he wouldn’t act on his impulse and punch him on the face. When the thought of doing so would ruin Hinata’s wedding is the only thing that is keeping him rational.

But his anger soon fizzled out, replaced by hurt and disappointment. Along with that comes the consciousness of Kuroo’s presence. He’s hard to ignore when he has to stand in front of the crowd and say his piece as Kozume’s best man.

It took all of Daichi’s willpower not to excuse himself and bolt out of the hall, spend an inordinate amount of time in the bathroom-other people’s assumption be damned-just so he doesn’t have to watch and listen to Kuroo talk about how perfect Kozume and Hinata are; how lucky they are to find each other and survive a long distance relationship, to finally get where they are now.

It’s a mockery, is what it is. It’s like a slap to his face. It’s a cruel reminder of what could have been and will never be.

This is not the time to realize that he still hasn’t completely moved on. This is not the time to acknowledge that after all this time, he’s just been pretending to be alright, showing up a brave front, not letting anyone know that he’s laden with insecurities and bothered by endless questions. This is not the time to admit that he had just been successfully masking his pain with no one the wiser, not even Suga and Asahi, not even his family; focusing on everything and everyone else except this, never truly faced and processed his emotions and allowed himself the reprieve that he undoubtedly needs.

Kuroo ruined him and he really shouldn’t be feeling this kind of longing.

Daichi press his palms hard against his eyes, shoulders hunched and tensed as he breathes through his mouth. Not now. He can’t breakdown right now. He can lick his wounds later, when he’s alone, away from everyone else so please, just stop, not now.

He hears the muffled voice of the emcee announce something and takes it as his cue to go back inside. He rubs his tears away and hastily wipes his hands on his pants. He fixes his suit and straightens up his shoulders. With another deep breath and the quick pep smile to flex his muscle, he turns to go back…only to see Kuroo coming out and coming towards him.

Their eyes clash and Daichi steels his jaw, purposefully strides toward Kuroo and has every intention of passing by him. But that doesn’t happen, because Kuroo grabs him on the arm and forcefully halts him.

“We need to talk.”

Daichi refuse to look at him. “We have nothing to talk about.” He attempts to take his arm from Kuroo, but the other only holds on tighter.

“Look, we either do this quietly, or we make a scene. Your choice.”

Daichi looks up at him with a glare. “You wouldn’t,” he says, studying Kuroo for hints that he’s bluffing.

Kuroo grimaces, a twisted, cruel imitation of his smirk, unfamiliar and a little dangerous.

He isn’t.

“I would. At this point, I don’t care about anything else, I just want answers.” Kuroo licks his lips. “So what’s it gonna be, Sawamura?”

Daichi swallows at the look in Kuroo’s eyes, one that is not unlike the look he gave him when he broke up with him. He takes a shaky breath.

“Fine.” He roughly jerks his arm from Kuroo and Kuroo lets him go. He walks away from the doors, Kuroo following after him.

“Let’s get this over with,” Daichi says, facing Kuroo squarely, arms crossed over his chest.

Kuroo stares at him and says a silent to hell with it to the wind. “Why didn’t you tell me about university in Tokyo?”

Daichi blinks up at him in surprise. “How did you know about that?”

“Just answer the question, Sawamura.” Kuroo waves a dismissing hand on the air.

Daichi huffs. “I don’t see why it matters. It was a long time ago and there’s no point in digging it up.”

Kuroo grits his teeth. It’s not the answer he wants. “Is it because you had no plans of actually pursuing it, since you found someone new? You weren’t planning to tell me.” Because, as grasping at the straws as it may seem, it’s the only logical thing Kuroo can think of.

Kuroo’s been told that he’s mature for his age, patient and understanding about other’s shortcomings, not easily given to anger, even when dealt with an unfair. But that was then, before he was betrayed by the person he least expects.

But damn if after all these years, Sawamura still has this uncanny way of unraveling him, making him vulnerable, baring him raw.

Daichi’s anger surges back. He throws his arms down on his side, glaring hotly at Kuroo. “I don’t know where you got that idea, or how you got it in your head to even think that, but I never cheated on you!”

Kuroo scoffs. “Yeah, because that explains Terushima,” he snarls.

Daichi recoils in disbelief. “What the hell does Terushima have to do with this?!” He seethes, running his hands through his hair in frustration.

Kuroo cuts to the chase. “You went to Tokyo with him. Remember I asked you? You lied to me,” Kuroo points a harsh finger at Daichi. “You said you didn’t go, but Tora saw you. With him.”

Daichi frowns, wracking his brain at the same time wondering how Kuroo can be so convinced of this. And not only him, but Yamamoto too, judging from how he was so angry at Daichi earlier.

This is too much of everything at the same time. It’s been too long, and this is too soon. Daichi doesn’t know this is… he shakes his head to clear some of his jumbled thoughts.

“I don’t know what he told you, but that was-” something clicks.

The meet-up. The call. The letter. The café.

He feels all the fight, all the indignation leave in an instant, replaced with a sinking feeling. Daichi’s mind working miles a minute as everything clicks, clicks, clicks, personal, one-sided truths slotting into two-sided moments, slotting into place, putting it in perspective and starts to make sense.

Kuroo’s question, and his denial.

Kuroo’s indifference. Kuroo’s anger.

Their break-up.

“Oh my god,” Daichi whispers, shoulders sagging, realization crashing like a tidal wave, unbalancing him. He holds the railing just in time before he can fall as he staggers backwards.

“Oh my god,” he looks at Kuroo, horrified.

Kuroo exhales, taking the expression as sign of admission to guilt. “Are you going to finally own up to it?”

Daichi shakes his head vigorously. “Kuroo, no, it’s not like that-”

“Sawamura! Please! Just tell me the truth!” He demands.

Because Kuroo’s so tired of this. He thought he’s alright, he thought he’s done with all of this, but just being near Sawamura, having revelations after revelations, unpacked all the negative feelings he’s been carrying all this time, like a luggage that just bursts because of all the excess baggage he tried to keep inside, only to come out and create a bigger mess, one that will take even longer time to sort and clean up.

“I am!” Daichi’s crying now, because he needs Kuroo to know, he needs Kuroo to understand. “I was with Terushima, but it’s not like that! I never cheated on you! I would never do that to you!”

Kuroo shakes his head, clearly not believing Daichi, still tightly holding onto his assumption.

Daichi confesses everything he was unable to, tells all the details that he can remember; tells his plans no matter how ruined they are now, or they probably already were the moment he decided to keep it as a stupid little secret.

Emotions passed by Kuroo like a freight train as he listens.

Anger. Why is still Sawamura denying it?

Defeat. He just wants this over with.

Then he sobers somehow in disbelief. Have it all been wrong all along? It…it can’t be.

“I… I wanted to make sure everything’s okay before I tell you.” Tears fall continuously from Daichi’s eyes, his voice thick. It’s difficult to speak, as shame and regret and anger at himself starts to clog his throat. “I was going to tell you! I was going to surprise you with the news, but then-” he heaves a defeated breath.

“I broke up with you,” Kuroo finishes for him in a low, detached voice, mind flashing back to that exact moment, playing it like a movie in his head.

‘I have something to tell you.’

He can’t stand seeing Sawamura so he went and just got it over with, not bothering to wait, to listen, too jaded by hurt and just wants it to stop and leave and never come back.

‘Let’s break up. I can’t do this anymore.’

Finally, dread.

Dread settles in Kuroo’s chest, weighing down to his stomach, as he looks at Daichi with wide eyes, shaking his head because no. No, no, no, no.

It can’t be. No.

He opens his mouth and closes it, open and close, meeting Daichi’s red-rimmed eyes, with his own that starts prickling at the sides.

He sees the truth in there. He sees the truth and it fucking hurts.

His head throbs. He can’t breathe. He’s suffocating. It…it can’t be.

There’s no way that this is the truth. Because if it is, then…

“W-What…” his own words echo inside his head. He looks at Daichi in horror. “What have I done?”

And like a puppet whose strings have been cut, Kuroo’s knees give up on him, as he crumples down on the cold stone floor.

“What have I done?”

Daichi kneels in front of him and takes his face in his hands, and Kuroo sees how his breath hitch in a sad, sad sob. “Kuroo…”

That had been Kuroo’s undoing, and he cries.

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Bokuto finds them holding each other as they cry and he immediately rushes inside to call their friends. Between their respective teammates, they usher the two to Kenma’s waiting room, left alone to sort themselves out and perhaps to finally settle everything that has happened between them, once and for all.

They sit in silence, having calmed down somehow, but both still lost in their own thoughts, reeling at the revelation, unable to look at each other because it only makes them want to cry again even though they’re both wrung dry and exhausted. The glasses of water Suga left for them remains untouched, the space between them, scant as it is on the sofa they’re both on, seem significantly, irreparably wider.

All this time.

All the sleepless nights and the tears cried.

All the insecurities and poisonous thoughts that didn’t quite leave.

All the failed attempts at relationships and moving on.

All the million questions that always start with why and how and not having the answers to them.

All these years... wasted.

All these years they were just unnecessarily hurting each other, hurting themselves over each other.

Kuroo drags a hand across his tear-stained face. “Sawamura, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I had no idea. I’m sorry I did this to you, to us. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry that for years you felt abandoned.”

Daichi shakes his head and shushes him. “Kuroo, I’m sorry too. For the years you thought that you’re never enough. I’m so sorry.”

“How can we make this right?” Kuroo looks at him, desperate for answers.

Daichi meets his eyes and shrugs sadly. “I don’t know. I wish I do, but I… I just don’t know.”

And there’s nothing more that he wants than for everything to be alright, but years of bearing not quite healed emotional scars-despite having been caused of hasty jumping into conclusions and immature misunderstanding, of all things-things like that doesn’t disappear overnight. Their apologies to each other, while relieving to a certain degree, doesn’t erase the past years and doesn’t erase the damage that has been done.

It doesn’t work like that.

And that’s what hurts the most. The thought that they could’ve spared themselves this heartache. That instead of spending years growing apart and weary, they could’ve grown together, grown with each other. That they could’ve navigated life beside each other.

What’s painful is the limbo that is the ‘what ifs’. What’s painful is the bitter aftertaste of regret of the ‘should haves’. What’s painful is the missed chance of ‘could have beens’.

They’re hung up on each other because of the pain the experience caused. But now, in the light of the truth, it’s too early to say if they still feel the same for each other. The experience changed them both, shaped the person they are right now. And maybe in some ways they’re still the same Kuroo and Daichi, but in others, especially to each other, they most certainly are not.

They’re practically strangers. Strangers with shared history, but strangers nonetheless.

But maybe, that’s not a bad thing.

“I don’t know, but,” Daichi tentatively puts a hand on top of Kuroo’s. “Maybe we can start over? Start being friends again?”

A lone tears falls from Kuroo’s visible eye, as he smiles at Daichi and takes the hand on his. “That sounds really nice.”

Daichi smiles back at him.

Circumstances and childish choices may have set them off the rocky path away from each other, but now it has converged once again. Still rough and not completely smooth, but neither minds taking the long road to see if it will eventually lead back to each other.

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All I Ask of You Pt. 27

“Let me be your freedom, let daylight dry your tears, I’m here, with you, beside you” - “All I Ask of You” from The Phantom of the Opera

Pairing: Peter Parker x Female OC

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: Some more road tripping!!!

Warnings: Cussing, some slight emotional stuff, the norm

A/N: Heyyyyy, I hope you guys are enjoying this, as always feel free to tell me what you think. And you can find the masterlist for the series in my bio!

“Can we please, please, please listen to a musical? Just one, the whole way there, I won’t ask again,” Annie begged.

“Nope. Driver gets to pick the music,” Tony replied as they continued down the interstate.

After a decent continental breakfast, they were all back on the road. It took Annie sitting though the same classic rock playlist halfway across Wyoming before she said anything. Which, in reality, had been pretty impressive given it had been the same playlist as the day before.

“Come on, just one? I told my parents it was a theatre camp,” Annie pointed out.

Tony sighed, “And we aren’t even there yet.”

While Annie hadn’t said anything, that didn’t mean the argument was over. Though, it did take her a few moments to formulate a decent plan. It wasn’t that the songs were bad, but she’d heard them more than enough times and the same forty songs was starting to become more and more apparent to her every single time. Didn’t that guy have a different playlist to listen to?

That wasn’t the point, though. The point was that she knew the songs and that she was almost positive that the others knew the songs just as well. What was about to happen was either her dumbest idea or most brilliant. If nothing else, it would give everyone something to do aside from staring at miles and miles of yellow grass and the occasional cow or horse.

She nudged Peter who was starting to doze off again, “What’s that about?”

“If I do something kinda crazy but kinda fun… would you go along with it?” Annie asked.

He nodded slowly, “Yeah, why?”

“‘Cause I’m gonna do something kinda crazy but kinda fun. And if I’m the only one I’ll look like a dumbass, but if everyone joins in then I’m making a point,” she explained.

Peter raised an eyebrow, “And I can’t know ‘cause why?”

“It wouldn’t be as spontaneous.”

Right as the next song came on, Annie started to sing as loudly as she could to the music. She looked over at Peter, hoping that he would catch on. Soon enough they were both singing and Harper and Ned were quick to join in. All of them belting out and not caring about whether or not they were off key. They all tried singing all the parts including the instrumental riffs.

And when Tony didn’t appear to bat an eye at any of them, they all continued singing. Though, Annie was starting to be obnoxious on purpose. It didn’t matter if anyone them had already known the songs beforehand, they had played enough during the trip for any of them to at least know the chorus.

“Are you guys done yet?” Tony asked, finally deciding to say something.

Annie shrugged, “Depends on if we can listen to something else. Otherwise, we’re just getting started, Sir!”

“Okay, will you guys settle down if I change the songs?” Tony asked, starting to sound more exasperated than angry.

After all of them arguing and trying to deliberate over what to listen to, they had gotten nowhere. Annie thought it would have been easy to get everyone to just agree to listen to a musical and then relax and enjoy the open road ahead. Only, it seemed everyone else had other ideas.

“We’re not listening to The Last Five Years, that makes you cry without fail. We should just listen to some nighties alt-rock and call it a day,” Harper insisted.

Tony could still be heard, occasionally putting in his two-cents, “I’m with them.”

“Oh come on! Seussical then?” Annie asked.

Harper shook their head, “Nope. Also makes you cry without fail. This isn’t ‘let’s contribute to Annie’s daily mental breakdown hour’.”

“What if we listened to disco? I think that’d be pretty cool. I mean, it includes a bit of everything, right?” Peter asked, looking between everyone.

Annie raised an eyebrow, “What decent musical came from the disco era?”

“Mamma Mia! You taught me about that one,” Peter pointed out.

Ned had dropped out of the conversation a few minutes ago, and he seemed rather immersed in his phone. What he was doing wasn’t being paid attention to. It was really just Annie and Harper doing most of the debating.

Ned’s head suddenly shot up, “Got it! Hey, Mr. Stark, I’m gonna sync my phone with the car. I got the perfect playlist.”

“Um… except you literally didn’t say anything for most of this,” Harper pointed out, crossing their arms.

Ned grinned, “Except I was listening. I got a little bit of everything. I know what Peter likes, and I think I know which things Annie likes that doesn’t make her cry, and then there was you. You said nighties alt-rock. Which, incidentally is exactly what I listen to all the time. It’s all covered.”

Harper nodded slowly, “Alright, you’re one of those smart and silent types. I can appreciate that.”

“Also, can I just put this out there? Literally anything could make me cry right now. Because, ya know, those daily mental breakdowns,” Annie said, leaning back in her seat.

Pepper, who had been quiet for most of the drive that day, turned around, “You should get mental help for that.”

“Maybe later. You need parental consent for that, don’t you?” Annie asked.

Pepper nodded, “I’m sure they’d be willing to get you help.”

“Except they don’t know what I’d need help for. That’s kind of the real kicker there. They don’t know about the whole powers deal,” she admitted, opening her book again.

Everything settled down and went back to normal with Annie positioned to use Peter as a pillow. She focused on her book and occasionally on the rolling hills of yellow grass. It seemed like everything had settled down. Minus Harper and Ned constantly sounding like they were in a constant debate about something Annie couldn’t quite make out.

That was, until they both started to get louder about the subject that had them both so talkative.

“I’m way more help. Like, if it wasn’t for me, Annie wouldn't even have a suit!” Harper exclaimed.

Ned shook his head, “But you’re not the one who can hack a suit.”

“Don’t gotta hack something if I was the one who made it. Besides, hacking a suit sounds like something you shouldn’t have done. But what do I know? I’m just a college student,” Harper responded nonchalantly.

“Hacking that suit was one of the dumbest things you guys did, for the record,” Tony interjected, trying to stare down Peter and Ned at the same time through the mirror.

Annie smirked, “As if you wouldn’t have hacked a suit for your all-time best friend.”

“Would’ve been a hell of a time. Lots of googling, probably would get arrested, but I wouldn’t have done it for you last year,” Harper admitted.

She nodded slowly, “Fair enough. I was a serious bitch at that point.”

“Okay, how bad were you? Because you keep talking about how awful you are and I’m not seeing it,” Peter said, sitting up so he could get in on the debate.

Harper smirked, “That’s ‘cause you’re in love with her.”

“N-no, we just started dating… th-that’d be weird,” Peter stammered, his face going red.

They shook their head, “Nah, you both got it bad. And I know about Annie’s side of the story. Ned, what do you say?”

“Definitely agree. But also, I’d say aside from being pushy, you’re not that bad,” Ned replied.

Harper laughed, “You really didn’t tell them about anything, did you?”

“Well, you see, it wasn’t necessary. And there was, like, that one time I said I was worse than Flash… but that was also before he tried beating the shit out of Peter. Now, I was never that bad,” Annie explained.

Tony nearly hit the brakes on the car in the middle of the highway, “Who tried beating the shit out of Peter?”

Annie pretended like she hadn’t seen Peter shake his head, “Well, you see, Ned was sick and Flash was being a jerk about Peter being the lead in the musical. And I didn’t know he was trans at the time, but then Flash outed him and tried to beat him up. And, well, I couldn’t do a whole lot. I didn’t wanna electrocute the dude, but I was close.”

“Pete, why didn’t you tell me?” Tony asked.

He shrugged, sinking back into his seat, “Never mentioned it… um… besides, Annie took care of it.”

“You’re telling me you could’ve gotten Tony Stark on that dude and you didn’t?!” Harper exclaimed, facepalming.

Peter huffed, “This wasn’t about me, this was about Annie.”

“Way to throw me under the bus, Pete,” Annie replied with a teasing smirk, “Anyways, you guys know how I was at a performing arts school, right? So, the fall production was The Sound of Music and I was the understudy for Liesel. Which was great, except the girl who played Liesel was actually the worst-”

“Because you have room to talk?” Harper asked.

Annie rolled her eyes, “Anyways, like I was saying, that girl was kinda mean and I wasn’t gonna take that. So I sabotaged her dressing room by electrocuting one of the electrical sockets. It basically ruined the room and that girl was convinced she’d been messed with, but there was no proof, ya know, because I used my powers that no one knew about. And she left so I ended up getting the part.”

“And this is where things get great,” Harper commented.

She sighed, “Okay, I get it, I did some stuff. Anyways, you guys’ve seen Mean Girls, right?”

Peter and Ned nodded.

“Okay, then you might see where this is headed. So the girl who I replaced in the show was basically the Gretchen of the group, right? And I ended up swooping in and replacing her in her own friend group. Which was great… I mean, not great, probably sucked for her. And I kinda did half of this for some kinda cute guy… um… I’ll get into that later. But I think that explains enough already,” she explained.

Peter looked at Annie, “You’re joking, right?”

“Nah, I mean, if we’re being real here, I caused the fire because that Darren guy was trying to kill me and Tina. So… I mean, I did the first thing I could think of, and there was a different problem. Except I wasn’t expecting to be blown back and… um, yeah, I think I’m done,” Annie trailed off, looking down at her hands.

Harper smiled a little, “Hey, that whole blowing up the room thing was still pretty damn iconic.”

“And arson. By all rights I should turn you in,” Tony called back.

Annie grimaced, “Yeah, maybe so, but then you’d wanna turn Peter and Ned over here if half of what Peter told me about trying to fight that vulture dude.”

“Touche,” Tony replied.

Pepper sighed, “He was only joking. If we thought you guys were gonna run around blowing things up for no reason, I don’t think he’d be driving you kids around for this long.”

Once again, the drive settled down, even though there hadn’t been a definitive answer to whether Harper or Ned was the better superhero assistant. A topic which would probably would never get answered.

Eventually it got late and Tony pulled off at Wendover, a small town right between Utah and Nevada. It was fine for everything except for the fact that everyone’s phones were an hour off from each other. They were right on the line for where the time change was.

It made for some fun conversations later in the night when Annie was sprawled out on her bed, completely immersed in her book. Whereas Harper had been trying to get some sleep for the last fifteen minutes.

Harper eventually turned off the lights, only for Annie to use her powers to turn it back on without batting an eye. She heard Harper grumbling as they reached out to turn off the light. Annie only turned it back on. The process continued a few more times.

“Look, I know you’re going all insomniac on me, but I need sleep. It’s midnight,” Harper whined.

Annie looked at her phone, “Nah, it’s only eleven.”

“Not according to the clock right here. Now either leave the room or go to bed,” they grumbled before turning out the light.

Annie sighed a little bit. She wasn’t in any mood to get out of the room. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, and when she looked at herself in the mirror earlier, she had serious bags under her eyes. How in the world Peter hadn’t said anything about her, she had no idea. Not to mention that she hadn’t changed her leggings or her sweatshirt that advertised her old school’s theatre program. She wasn’t planning on it either, but still she knew that she wasn’t going to get to sleep anytime soon.

After getting into her slippers, Annie grabbed her book and the key before seeing her phone had a text notification.

Spidey: Fifth floor, vending machines

Annie saw that the message was from five minutes before. She tried to wrack her brain to figure out what Peter wanted. It could have been anything. Something from him wanting to get a midnight snack together to needing something to talk about.

Still, Annie got into the elevator, pressing on the five and waited for the elevator to do its job. After a few seconds, Annie was there and it was just a matter of finding the vending machines and Peter. Thankfully, there were a few signs and Annie saw one pointing to where the vending machines were.

That was when she saw Peter pacing around the hallway and his eyes were darting all over the place. After a few seconds, he saw Annie and ran right to her, wrapping his arms around her tightly. She dropped the book, hearing the thick paperback hit the carpet with a soft thud so she could hug him.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Annie asked, hearing his ragged breathing.

Peter pulled back a little, looking at her with his eyes full of tears, “I-I… I was tryna sleep a-a-a-and I did a-a-a-a-a-a-a-and th-the building… it fell a-and I-I couldn’t br-br-”

“Hey, it’s okay, you’re okay, no buildings are falling. You’re alright, Peter, it’s okay. Do you wanna sit down?” she asked, picking up her book and leading the way to the stairwell.

Peter nodded, following Annie through the door to get to the stairs. Annie sat down on one of the landings and Peter sat next to her, laying his head in her lap. She frowned a little, gently running her fingers through his hair. The last time she had seen him so shaky and scared was when Flash had hurt him.

Annie bit her lip, trying to think of what to say, “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“Y-yeah, ya know how I’ve told you about Vulture?” Peter asked.

She nodded slowly, “Yeah, what about it?”

“Well, I-I didn’t tell you about what he did… that night I really fought with him and stuff. H-he used one of his weapons to make his warehouse collapse and it fell on me… all of it. If I didn’t have powers, I woulda died… a-and it’s less of a thing now, but every once in awhile… well I dream about it. S-sorry, you were probably asleep and I woke you up. I just… didn’t wanna be alone,” he rambled, sitting up.

Annie frowned, her eyebrows furrowing as she reached out and pulled him into a hug, “I wasn’t asleep. A-and I get it. The nightmares, I mean. But you weren’t bothering me. If I was asleep, I wouldn’t be here.”

Peter didn’t say anything and instead rested his head in the crook of Annie’s neck. They stayed like that for awhile. While Annie could hear slot machines from the lower floor, Peter seemed to calm down. It was a miracle no one had decided to go up the stairs.

After a little longer, Peter looked up at Annie, “You should probably get some sleep.”

“I’m not tired,” Annie claimed, though she did feel her eyelids starting to droop.

Peter smiled a bit, kissing the top of her head, “You’re exhausted, come on, lemme take you to your room.”

It took some more of Annie being stubborn on the subject before Peter helped her up and they went up the other few flights of stairs between their floors. The whole time, Peter didn’t let go of her hand. Though, when they were in front of her room, they held each other for what felt like a long time.

“Well, I guess this is goodnight,” Annie murmured before quickly Peter on the lips.

Peter was caught slightly off guard, “I- um… yeah, goodnight.”

With that, Annie unlocked her room and was half-tempted to wake up Harper just to be ornery, but decided against it before flopping on her bed to go to sleep.

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