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jasmynekenma · 4 years ago

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Teaching you

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Warnings: SMUT, body touching, getting touched without permission, peeking tom!!, Punching in the stomach, humping, sex toys {if i miss any pls tell me thx ;) }

W/C: 4k (i did not expect it to be that much but oh well chap 4, W/C is 4k nice)

A/N notes:i swear that one part in bakugos basement reminds me of killing stalking but come on this man is rich af and has obvious good taste in furnishing, clothes etc. so theres no way the basement will look like plain ceramic boring place it's obviously well made fancy you know and he was born to be perfect i mean hes like beyond perfect already. Gosh i thought i couldnt finish this on time my work was pilling up and pls tell me i wanst the only who cried on S5 EP24 for bnha i forgot why but i remember one cause my dumbass thought abt the whole 1 week after ep23, i rly though ep24 was the last season like come on the animes i watch now adays are freaking only 12 eps, speaking of which im so hyped for kimitsu no yaiba.

Summary:You stood humming in response "i needa go now" you slink your bag in your shoulder facing the door "dont you want to change or something?"

"And why is that so?"

"Well you erm.." he pointed at your boobs wrigerling his brows, you look at the mirror behind you as your eyes widen your sport bra completely socked showing a better view of the shaped boobs, covering your chest you turn around you stared at bakugo angrily "is that why you kept starring ,the fuck is wrong with you?"

"If you want i can offer a ride home"

Chattering, coffee brewing,baby crying the smell of the delicious treats in Starbucks is just 'the buono gesture' "Y-N!" The staff called out your name walking up to the lady that handed you the drink, thanking her as you made your way through the crowded place. Sipping the drink you just got your eyes went wide open as your phone started bombarding you with tweets '#lalisa, lisa…' you smiled widely as your bias from blackpink finally released her solo songs. Thats when you were suddenly pulled by the waist bumping into the buff man "dumbass you got your shit now can we go or do you want to get hit by the bicycle" you looked at the cyclist that rode pass you and bakugo the person could barely be seen, looking back at bakugo your face started to heat up at how close he was to you pushing yourself backwards you spun around to hide your very obvious flustered face "yeah i was waiting for you to lead the way right!" You stumbled over your words a few times as you quickly walked forward "wrong way dumbass, car's that side" bakugo pointed the opposite direction you were going, turning around you speed walk pass him keeping your head low not wanting any more embarrassing things to happen. You watch as bakugo made a final turn into a nice modern mansion like house, you stared in awe at how amazingly how it looks, stunning or whatever you can only describe one word about perfect. "How much money did you stole for this", you heard bakugo scoff at you while reversing in his garage "i didn't steal shit i worked for it", you looked at him pushing one of your eye brow up "Earned?", "I work as a CEO in my mums fashion company" you nod as you watched bakugo turn off his music then his engine, you struggled with the heavy scissor door of bakugo's Lamborghini Aventador only to be helped by bakugo taking your starbucks drink from the cup holder you stepped out of the low build car. Stepping inside the modern house you analyze your surroundings that was literally sparkling into your eyes, "come on i don't have all they for you", "thought you say you were free as a bird today" leaping towards bakugo as he led you to the basement that was specifically made only for workouts. "Wait here ima get changed" you nod placing your sports bag by the side checking yourself out in the mirror, your black sports bra that perfectly cups your breast nicely and the tight leggings that shows off your ass.

"Well shall we?" A loud came from the door leading into the basement, you nod at bakugo taking another sip of your half filled drink, "we'll start by stretching" you watched as bakugo form a position as you mimic him placing your left arm to the right side and your right arm bending then doing the same for the other side, he reached for a 50kg dumbbell demonstrating doing a squat while both his hands held the dumbbell you watched as his arms flexed showing his muscular arm and veins. Your mind ran away thinking of dirty shit about his huge muscular arm, him picking you up so easily or even choking you with those- "oi stop spacing out take it and do the same" you blink the thoughts away taking the 20kg dumbbell from his hand, you spread your legs and lower yourself down carrying the dumbbell in between your thighs, you watch as his hand fell lightly to your inner thigh but not too close to your cunt- yeah… you blushed slightly at the contact with his warm hand on your clothed,"lower your body more you want to stretch this part"bakugo said lightly tapping your thigh, lowering your body you breathed in shakily as you felt the stretch on your thigh coming up abit not wanting to feel the pain. Bakugo sigh pushing you back down with his hands back on your thigh you hiss at the pain not able to go back up as he was too strong, after 20 secs of toture he asked you to bend forward to touch your toes. You felt his eyes wander on your ass he cleared his throat pushing you forward more "ow bastard that's too much" you shouted wingly fingers in the floor "you can take it idiot you need a proper stretch first or you aren't going to learn how to fight" you groan trying to relax you bet your leg is going to get cramp after this, bakugo massage you with his thumb where he place his hand on your back you can feel his cock in between your ass feeling yourself go wild again you tried distracting yourself looking up you see mirror reflecting you and bakugo it was so dang lewd -imagining bakugo humping his cock into your ass roughly both of moaning in pleasure- you slowly look at bakugo realising he was looking back at you he smirk at you, looking back down quickly you felt your pussy throb he isn't a mind reader is? He won't know what you were thinking about just now right?- the warm hands on and the heat in between your legs and bakugos turn cold going back up to your full height you turn around seeing bakugo hooking up the punching bag you slowly walked there with your jelly leg sweat dripping down your neck. "Watch carefully this where all the fun starts" bakugo said smirking at you, he made a few punches while pointing out what to do and not to while punching after a 5 more punches he let you try, forming your position in a fighting style you look at bakugo for approval following his body as he bend down correcting your legs, then moving back up "your hands what did i say about the hands?" You watched his annoyed face feeling guilty at the amount of time he had mentioned about it you look down totally forgetting about what was the correct way to place your hands feeling scared to know what will happen next you apologize quietly, will that even help? Is he going to hit you?, Bakugo watched as your body tensed up a little as your hands kept clenching and unclenching he sighed grabbing your thumb "don't place your thumb inside your fist if you do that you will get your thumb broken in no time" you nod placing your other thumb out of your fist.

You drop to your knees in defeat sweating furiously as catched your breath, bakugo sat in front of you passing you a cup of water your drink long ago finished you chucked it down into your mouth thanking him "didn't know you will be that rusty", "is that supposed to be compliment or insult?" You questioned searching around in your bag for your towel you remember you brought it along or did you not? You groan taking another big sip of the water "an insult i guess" his smirking never leaving you, feeling his eyes not on yours and maybe on your boobs? Probably a boob obsessed person you shrug it off wanting to go home quickly to have a refreshing showing to get rid of this annoying stickiness. You stood humming in response "i needa go now" you slink your bag in your shoulder facing the door "dont you want to change or something?"

"And why is that so?"

"If you want i can offer a ride home"

"In your dreams! Im not letting some pervert mafia man stare at my chest the whole ride" you spit out looking straight in his eyes. Bakugo scoof walking closer to you closing the gap in between you both in no time he grab your chin making you face him both your lips nearly touching each other you gulb still looking at him "pervert mafia man huh what a cruel way to describe me baby" your face flushed red at the nickname feeling his hands ride up your spine making you shiver "i-im no ones baby" you stature pushing bakugo backwards as hard as you can but it was no use, bakugo chuckled teasingly looking at your chest "really? Cause the way you looked at me the second we enter my house says it all"

"Thats just bulshit now fuck off you stupid pervert" you threw punches into his buff chest, no use again he smirked leaning in closer into your neck brushing your smooth hair pulling the tie down as you felt your hair fell to its original form you wince at the pain as he took a hand full of your hair pulling it down, fantasie one checked, he inhaled your scent smiling against your skin you shivered gripping his shirt as you closed your eyes, biting your lips to keep in your moan feeling him breath against your sensitive neck, "so fucking sweet" he growled into your ears "Can you please stop" he sighed stepping back chuckling raising his hands up in defeat, “im..heading home” you stuttered while making your way out of the basement hearing bakugo’s bare foot follow closely to you behind not long after walking up orange stairs feeling like it was like another as your legs still felt jelly from just now. Hearing something jingle you look behind you seeing bakugos hand busy holding a car key most likely the same one for the lambo you sat in just now. “You dont need to drive me home” you said bluntly “huh are you still thinking about what happened back there” you see his lips slowly turn into a smirk “i just need to go to a few places, im running low on food!” you shouted back not wanting him to think of such ideas. “My god chillax im not deaf like i said im free as a bird today so allow me to drive you to the places you need to go just wait in the car for me will ye?”he said handing you the car key, you hesitated abit but allowed him to do so humming in response you took the key from his hand “good girl” by the time you heard that you had closed the door behind you leaving yourself flush red again making your way to the garage you press the button on the wall hearing the garage door open, you press the button on the car key hearing the car roar you cringe at loud revving from the car while you struggled opening the scissors door.

You watch as bakugo easily open the heavy scissors door on th drivers sides tossing a black hoodie to you “i thought this would helpful to cover your chest” you look at the hoodie seeing a white skull in the middle of it putting on the fluffy hoodie you could smell the burnt caramel scent that was on the hoodie you didnt know to describe it, it was nice? Addictive? , it makes you melt in the smell it smelt so familiar where was it from? Where was it from you repeated in your mind remembering the scene back in the basement the smell when bakugo was close up to you his aromatic smell it was him all him. “DUMBASS!?” you jumped slightly giving a huh “fucking finally how long are you going to stare in space before you answer my goddam question” feeling guilty for spacing out you played with the sleeve of his hoodie that you were wearing “sorry you were asking?” he sighed pinching the brick of his nose “where to?”

Grabbing the trolley you worked your way to the shelves not needing to read the signs as you came here countless of times, even the workers recognizes you. Analyzing the vegetables to check for any worms you shake the package to ensure there isnt any moving on to buy meat, yogurt and no way you could forget your best of the best friend that help you out when you still cry over your stupid ex picking up the cold cartton of the ice cream flavoured cookies and cream finally some chips, “you done picking yet?” turning around seeing a angry blonde pushing the trolley “why you getting bored already?”, “nah just hungry” you hum picking up the grapes “oh i remembered that theres a new cafe that just opened a few days ago we can have a small bite there if you want?” “sure but its on you” “what!- ouh whatever lets go im done here.” you guys headed to cashier counter to pay “evening nicole” you greeted the cashier taking out your groceries to put it on the conveyor belt bakugo helping out with the other ones too. “Gahh Y/N youre back from your ‘vacation’ so hows work?” you silently laugh at her exaggeration “same old same old is your throat getting better?” you hear the beeb sound seeing her scan the barcodes on the groceries “yes doc im doing much better that i can literally sing flawlessly again, and woo look who finally found a boyfriend ill be damned blind if i said he wasn't handsome ” you blush a little at the thought about you guys being a couple you were about to respond when you felt a hand on your shoulder “we sure are together right baby” you look up seeing his teasing face you rolled your eyes playing it off you bop his nose “we sure are a cute couple dont yah think” you laughed when a light tint of pink form on his cheeks. “Well at least you finally found someone you are getting old” “ouchh nicole that hurts to hear” you playfully said sliding your credit card on the payment terminal, you grab the plastic bags that has your weeks long of food bakugo helped with the other ones too you waved goodbye to nicole making your way out, back to the car to place your groceries you hear bakugo pop the frunk up placing the groceries in.

“Dammit theres a long queue urgh i guess we need to wait” you said in frustration “like you said dumbass is a new cafe” you look through the sparkling glass window seeing the tables all full, delicious cakes,waffles, and so much more delightful pastries you continue familiarizing the aesthetically build cafe when you were pushed lightly the shoulder thinking it was you tried punching where ever spots you could hit landing a hit on a small stomach “what do you want man-”hearing a girl yelp in pain you turn fully to see who exactly it was, fuck it was the waitress, “wtf is wrong with you!” you could hear bakugo laughing hard at you, giving him a death glare to shut up you turn back to face the waitress you patted her softly to ease the pain and repeatedly apologizing, passersby’s were staring at you, people in queue stared at you too, feeling a little stress out by the way you were having everyones attention you cheered in your mind that the waitress did not took long to recover from your punch “fucking hell Y/N” feeling your eyes went wide you couldnt believe seeing your bestfriend working here “JAS!?! What are you doing here?” you screamed not believing you just coincidentally met your best friend. “Well my pay at the hospital wasnt high enough so i needed more and bam this new place was hiring so you know here i am” you knit your brows “too low” jasmyne glance pass you seeing the line going further than just now “ye ill tell you later got to do mah job now” you grab her apron she was wearing over her work attire stop her in her tracks “can you maybe let us skip the queue?” both her hands flew up pointing her thumb and pointy finger straight in a gun manner she whispered ‘i gotcha yah’ you push bakugo that was using his phone following jasmyne you walked beside her “looks like you got yourself a date, hes so fucking hot girl! I bet he can gives the best fuck probally his length is long~ and wide~” you bumb into her playfully laughing at her horny words as usual, feeling yourself heat up again at the thought of bakugos big fat length railing hard into you, you turn around making sure he couldnt hear what you said nor read your mind. Sitting in the white circle arm rest chair you look in the menu landing your eyes on {favourite dessert and a hot beverage} you closed the book seeing bakugo was done too and had already signalled the waitress. After placing both your orders you check for any notifications glancing to check the time at the same time “who was that?”

“Oh Jasmyne? Shes a colleague my work shes the first to come up to me when i started working at the hospital” bakugo nod in respond not asking any further

The sound of plastics filled the kitchen “right thats all im leaving” you placed the new groceries in their respectively places in the fridge “yep thx bakugo, erm whens our next training?”, “when youre free just text me” the last sound you heard was the door closing your house was quite yet again. You walk into your room placing your sports bag on the floor and started changing into a much comfortable clothes looking at the hoodie bakugo gave you, you inhaled the scent that lingered on it surprise the smell was still so strong throwing on the bed to remind yourself to wash it later on, walking into the bathroom you groan when you saw your towel was placed on the sink “so this where you were, thx you i got to have a goddam close up with that hot head” you garb the make up remover pouring it on the cotton wool and lightly dapping it on your eyes. Plopping down on your soft sofa you grab you heart shaped pillow you turn on you TV switching it netflix, watching the new trendy show ‘squid game’ curious to know what the hype is all about you pressed play while slurping down your cup noodle.

11.43PM

Feeling your eyes get heavy you decide to end it here for the day throwing your cup noodle and disposable chopsticks in the bin you head to your room changing into your silky F/C dress you lay in your bed pulling the covers releasing why it was so hard to pull the covers you grab bakugos hoodie and hug it lazy to stand up and hang it on your door at the same time you were in love with the lingering scent that bakugo left on the hoodie.

Bakugo pushed you back into the mirror kissing you roughly turning your head for him to have more access you felt his hot tongue lick your bottom lips opening your mouth you moaned feeling his wet hot tounge fighting with yours wrapping your arms around his neck you both tounges kept with each others finally bakugo pull away, he chuckled when you followed to move back in for more kisses “jump” you obeyed jumping on him, wrapping your legs around his torso he supported you by holding your butt you giggled abit when you felt him squeeze but it soon turn into pain when you feel him smack your ass like a drum- you wince at the pain “shh baby you're ok right?” you nod into his neck biting it softly you hear him groaned feeling butterflies in your stomach you would literally die to hear him do that sexy ass sound again biting it harder you earned another loud groan and a spank on your ass “-urgh- princess stop that or youre gonna regret that” you look at him giving him a sly smirk “really? How could i ever regret what daddy gives me hmm~” you watched as his eyes widen not expecting that as your answers “you asked for it princess” he laughed at you devilish and throwing you on your bed.

You jolt up feeling like you nearly fell you look around seeing youre still in your room and no sign of bakugo you hugged the hoodie feeling your pussy throb inhaling the strong scent remembering your dream it felt so real everything abt it the way you were in his house in his arms the way he felt the way his tongue felt against yours shaking your head you decide to go back to sleep, realising that your thoughts made you need sexual relief you stood up walking to your cupboard pushing past your perfume,cream and other essential needs you finally felt something round grabbing it you walked back to the edge of your bed sliding down your panties you lay down on your bed placing the vibrator on the side you pushed your nightgown up playing with boobs flicking it for a few times you proceed to caress your sensitive stomach and down to your clit pinching it lightly you sigh in pleasure spreading your legs open you continued rubbing around your hole and clit feeling more satisfied and your hole much wetter you took your vibrator sliding it into you slowly with ease you moan softly holding onto the hoodie turn up the vibrator the switch connected to it with a wire you switch the speed to 2, grabbing bakugos hoodie you inhaled the scent again using the material to caress your body thinking is bakugo touching you, you pushed your nightgown off you and threw it on the floor beside your panties. When a thought hit you with something dirty you grab the hoodie and dressed your pillow with it you sat on the hoodie grinding yourself on the hoodie the friction against it felt so good you rock yourself back and forth shouting and imagining it was bakugo making you feel good "fuck daddy -oh fuck- yes,yes, yes you feel so good so fucking good" you lean foward craving for more of the lingering scent feeling a knot slowling building up in side you rock your self back and forth faster, turning up the speed to max you moan out loud feeling yourself reach your limit you screamed bakugos name cumming on his hoodie you collasped forward hugging the pillow while pulling out the still vibrating vibrator you let yourself steady your breathing feeling your butt hole flutter on nothing but only the cold air your body was still not satisfied it had been so long since you last get to masturbate as your menstruation finally ended 2 days ago standing up you walk back to the cupboard grabbing another toy of yours that was hiding with your essential needs. You placed the dildo on the hoodie low enough for one to imagine it was the persons length. You hover yourself over the 6 inch dildo you hiss at the spread slowly pushing it in your butt hole you moan in pain tightening your grip on the hoodie "fuck daddy you're so big" sliding back up you moan at the pleasure wanting more you bounce yourself on it faster moaning out 'daddy' and 'fuck' feeling it hit your g-spot you moaned positioning yourself quick enough to continue your fast pace to hit that spot again and again "fuck me! -ahh- bakugo im cumming, im cumming!" You moaned loudly into the hoodie cumming yet again on the hoodie, you slowly pushed the dildo out of you moaning softly as it went past your sweet spots you threw the dildo by the bedside feeling yourself getting tired you closed your eyes drowning yourself back to sleep.

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thisbeatchachinglikemoney · 4 years ago

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Burn It

Part 3 of the Boys with Luv series

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Summary: Yoongi and Y/N are getting used to living together and being each others soulmates. Y/N helps Yoongi get through him being kicked out of the BTS dorm, and Yoongi helps Y/N tackle her trauma from the past. When the pair go out shopping, they bump into some people they really don’t want to meet...

Warnings: Angst, mentions of self-harm and abuse, Taehyung being a dick to Yoongi.

Tags: @calling-dips-on-j-hope, @fic-recs-by-moon, @luvtaeha, @aretha170, @xicanacorpse, @kookieebangtan, @fangirl125reader, @seoul9711, @channiespup, @lindsayjoy444

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Y/N POV:

Yoongi looked upset. He stood in the doorway of the kitchen, a bag hanging off his shoulder while he leant against the door jamb, and his face was full of thoughts. He looked slightly broken. I slowly walked over to him.

“Are you okay?” I asked, making him look at me. He shook his head before dropping his bag to the floor.��“What happened?” I asked. I knew he had to go back to the studio, so something must have happened there.

“They kicked me out of the dorm.” He said, his voice emotionless. “I thought that after everything, they would understand this. That they would understand you.” Ah, so it was to do with me. He must have told them what happened, but I was confused as to why it would affect them so much, unless...

“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked carefully.

“I don’t know...” He said, sighing slightly. This was a Yoongi thing - he would sometimes hide his emotions from everyone.

“If you’re upset, you need to talk about it. You can trust me. I have literally no one to tell about anything you say.” I said, reaching out and stroking his arm. He didn’t flinch away from my touch, which was unusual for me. “I’ll make you a deal. If you tell me about why you’re upset, I’ll tell you why I was in the park. Okay?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Okay.” Yoongi nodded, his voice slightly husky. He took hold of my hand and led me to the living room where he sat down on the sofa and pulled me down next to him, making me yelp in surprise. “Sorry.” He said, fiddling with his thumbs. “So, erm, me and the rest of the members are all in a relationship together.” He began. “It started with me and Taehyung, and the others joined one by one. Today, when I went back, I told Tae about me finding you, and he got angry. He said I should reject you.” He looked at me. I blinked at him, scared. Was he going to reject me as his soulmate? Did he want to put me through that pain? “But I don’t ever want to do that to you. I can’t do that to you. When I said that to Tae, he got really annoyed and left the building. I then told everyone else and-” His voice hitched in his throat as a tear rolled down his cheek. “And Namjoon kicked me out of the dorm until I figured out who I wanted to be with.”

“Yoongi, that’s awful!” I gasped. How could they treat him like that? Yoongi worked so hard in that group. He deserved better than this. And it’s not his fault that he found his soulmate. They just needed to come around to the idea. It was then I got my idea. “Don’t you have a meet and greet this weekend?” I asked.

“Yeah, but it’s not going to go well. They all don’t want me to be around them!” Yoongi exclaimed.

“Yeah, but, if I go to the meet and greet, and they all meet me, and if they like me then maybe you don’t have to necessarily break up with them. Maybe I could just slot in?” I suggested. It was the best thing to do. No one got rejected, and no one got their heart broken. Best case scenario.

“That’s actually not a bad plan.” Yoongi said looking at me. His eyes flicked down to my lips as we continued to stare at each other, the tension building between us. He cleared his throat. “So, why were you in the park last night?”

“Ahh.” I smiled, knowing that this was coming. “I had to get away from my ex.” I said. “He wasn’t the nicest. He used to hit me and assault me verbally and physically.”

“Y/N...” Yoongi said, rubbing my arm.

“He took away everything I owned. He took my house, sold my car, pushed all my friends away. The only person I was allowed contact with was my mother, and that was always supervised. He controlled me.”

“That’s horrible. No one should ever have to go through that. I’ll protect you, I promise. If I have to, I will hire a bodyguard for you. Anything to keep you safe.” He promised. I was surprised. We had only just met, but he wants to look after me. That was something new.

“Thank you Yoongi.” I said softly. He smiled at me and stroked my cheek with his thumb. “For everything, seriously.”

“You’re my soulmate, Y/N, what did you expect me to do?” He looked me in the eye. My lips parted in surprise as we held eye contact. He leaned forward slightly and our lips connected. His were soft and pillowy, and he was a good kisser. I knew mine were quite rough and chapped - I didn’t have a lip balm on me, so maybe he would let me borrow one of his, or we could go shopping. My heart rate sped up as the kiss continued. One of my idols was kissing me. I would have never imagined it. We pulled away slowly.

“Wow.” I gasped, reaching up and touching my lips. Yoongi laughed and pulled me close to him.

“Cute.” He murmured, stroking my arm.

That night Yoongi was making dinner while I tidied up a bit. We had ended up making cookies to cheer him up, which might have had a bit of a food fight, and then some making out in the middle. I had a quick shower, washing out all the flour and egg from my hair, before changing into a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt. I had to cover my cuts on my wrists. I saw them in the shower and they were very noticeable; the red stood out starkly against my skin.

I walked out of my room, tying my hair up in a bun. My nose was instantly filled with the smell of frying pork and black bean sauce. He was making jjangmyeon. I made my way into the kitchen and sat on the counter.

“It smells nice.” I said as Yoongi stirred the sauce a bit more. He hummed as he put the water to boil for the noodles. “Can I help with something?” I asked.

He lifted the lid of the wok and took a bit of the sauce on a spoon. “Taste please.” He held it up to my mouth. I ate the sauce. It tasted really good. Not too salty, the right amount of water.

“Mmmm!” I moaned in delight, making him look at me in shock and blush. I giggled at his reaction. “Sorry.” I covered my face in embarrassment. “You’re a good cook, Yoongi.”

He smiled and turned back to the stove, stirring the sauce around some more to make sure it doesn’t burn. “Thank you.” He said, reaching over to turn off the heat under the pans. His hand brushed my thigh, making me shiver slightly. His hands were huge and veiny. “Can you pass me two bowls?” I hopped off the counter and looked around, unsure of where to get them from. “Oh, um, middle shelf on the right hand cupboard.” He said, pointing. I nodded and leaned up, grabbing hold of the bowls, standing on my tiptoes.

“Here you go.” I said, handing him the bowls. “Do you want chopsticks as well?” I asked. He nodded. Now these I knew where they were. He had them in a fancy clear container on top of the counter. He nodded and I grabbed two pairs, handing them to him.

“Thank you, jagiya.” He said, making me freeze. No one had ever called me that before. “Oh, sorry, I-”

“No, it’s fine. It’s just no one has ever called me that before.” I replied, reassuring him.

He set down his serving spoon. “Seriously?” He asked. I nodded.

“Abusive ex, remember?” I smiled slightly.

“Oh yeah, sorry.” He said. “Okay, do you want to eat at the table or shall we watch a movie while eating?” He suggested.

“Watch a movie?” I requested, making him nod.

“Grab your food then, jagiya.” I blushed, making him chuckle. “That’s your nickname now. That, and princess, and baby, and baby girl.” He began listing off more, making me giggle.

“So what do I call you?” I asked as he carried our bowls in to the living room. He placed them down on the glass surface of the coffee table. He grabbed two of the decorative pillows from the couch and placed them on the floor. I sat on one and he sat on the other.

“Hmm, well.” He smirked staring at me. “I am older than you, so oppa would be the most logical choice. But if you want other options then whatever you want.” He shrugged.

“Noted, oppa.” I said, looking sideways at him before picking up my chopsticks and stirring around the noodles and sauce to combine them before taking a bite. “God, Yoongi, this is so good!” I sighed loving the taste of the sauce combined with the noodles and the pork.

“Thank you.” Yoongi blushed slightly. “I used to make it all the time for the boys - it’s my mother’s recipe.” His face fell slightly as he said this, making me bite my lip in sympathy as I thought of what to say to him.

“It will all work out, I promise.” I reassured him, rubbing his arm gently. He leaned slightly into the gesture as he took another mouthful of noodles.

“But in the meantime...” He pulled out his phone and held it to take a selca with me. “Let’s let ARMY know about you and me. Smile, jagiya.” I smiled at the phone as he snapped the picture before posting it on Weverse. My phone buzzed with the notification, making him chuckle. “Come on, let’s watch a movie.”

Yoongi POV:

I hummed as I stretched, waking myself up. I looked over to the other side of my bed and saw Y/N curled up by the edge of the bed. That must have been due to her PTSD over her past relationship. I shuffled under the blankets as I turned around so I was facing her before reaching out a hand and shaking her slightly.

“Y/N, princess.” I said, my voice husky from sleep. She whined and tried to move away from me. “Baby, come on you need to get up. We’re going shopping today.” We had decided that while she did have clothes, they were all worse for wear, so I was going to treat my princess to a new wardrobe. I was going to the usual shopping centre that the boys and I would go to. We normally had it to ourselves on Fridays so we could buy anything we needed.

“Can we get mochi?” She asked, her eyes still closed. There was a piece of hair flung across her face.

“Of course. Are you feeling better after last night?” I asked. She had fallen asleep in the guest bedroom, but she had had a nightmare about her ex, resulting in her screaming in her sleep, so I told her she could sleep with me so she would feel calm and safe. “Did you manage to sleep?”

She opened her eyes, squinting slightly at the light that came through the gap in the curtains. Even with her hair a mess and no make up on, she was still beautiful. “Yeah. I had no nightmares at all while I was in here.” She nodded. “And I feel better.” She rolled over to face me so she was on her side rather than her back. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome jagi.” I said, stroking her cheek. “If you go shower and get dressed, I’ll start breakfast?” I suggested.

“Pancake?” She asked, smiling gently. “And dalgona coffee?”

“Of course.” I nodded

“Thank you, Yoonie.” She sat up and stretched, her sleeves slipping down her arms slightly. I caught sight of some scars, which gave me a slight bad feeling.

“Baby, can I see your wrists?” I asked carefully, knowing that if it was what I thought it was, she would become very defensive about it. She looked pensive, her lips pursed and eyebrows furrowed.

“Yoongi, I-” She said as I reached out and carefully pushed up her sleeves.

“Baby...” I saw her wrists were littered with red lines, some more fresh than others.

“I haven’t since I’ve been here, I swear.” She said. “It was a coping mechanism with him.” I ran my thumb gently over her wrists, feeling the raised lines on her skin. “Yoongi, I promise, I haven’t since I’ve been here.”

“I believe you baby, but why?” I asked. “What made you stop?” The look on her face broke my heart. She looked like she had been through so much. She sniffed and took a shaky breath.

“He told me to do it. That I deserved it.” She said, tears forming in her eyes. “He said that if I continued to do it deeper and deeper than maybe I might end it all and what a perfect world that would be.”

My heart stopped. How could anyone do this to her? I could feel myself getting angrier and angrier at this ex, but I didn’t want to let it show. It would make it even worse for her, and that was something we did not want to happen. I kissed her wrist gently.

“I stopped because of you. You got me out of that situation and you make me feel safe.” She said. “If I’m being honest, I wasn’t sure how you would take it, I mean one of BTS’s big things are loving yourself and clearly I don’t. I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

“Princess you could never ever disappoint me. You are so strong and resilient and you have become such a beautiful person, both inside and out.” I said, pulling her in for a hug. “Now,” I leaned forward and pecked her lips. “We are going to have a day full of fun, starting with your pancakes and dalgona coffee. Sound good?” She nodded and smiled as I wiped away her tears, her Y/E/C shining.

She disappeared into the bathroom as I slid out of bed and made my way into the kitchen. I moved my shoulder around; it was slightly stiff and painful this morning, but nothing I couldn’t manage.

I began to make everything. While the pancakes were frying, I got started on the coffee. Y/N appeared in the doorway, her Y/H/L hair dripping on the exposed skin from her shirt. I smiled when I realised that it was my shirt. It reached mid thigh on her, making me stare at her bare legs and exposed collarbones.

She blushed when she saw me staring. “I’m sorry. I just didn’t know what to wear so I grabbed the first thing I saw.”

“It’s fine, jagiya.” I said. “You look better in it than me.” She giggled and walked over to me. I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her lips gently. She hummed gently, tucking her head under my chin.

“Yoonie oppa.” She said quietly. I hummed in response. “I think the pancakes are burning.” She giggled, making me jump away from her and take them off the heat. They were a slightly darker brown than usual, but still edible. “That one can be yours.” She giggled, making me scowl at her playfully. “How about I do the coffee and you try not to burn the next pancake.”

“Sounds like a deal, princess.” I agreed, handing her the small whisk so she could do the coffee. She thanked me and began to whisk the coffee as I poured the remaining mixture into the pan.

“Yoon, how does this taste?” She held up a spoon with some of the whipped coffee on it. I tasted it. The perfect amount of coffee. “Good?”

“Amazing.” I replied before turning back to flip the pancake. It was a perfect golden brown. “Pick what toppings you want. I’ll just have sugar and lemon.” I said, making her turn to the fridge and pull out some chocolate sauce and strawberries.

I plated the pancake and carried it to the island in the middle of the kitchen. She sat down, holding both cups of coffee. She pushed mine over to me before she started to eat.

“So where do you want to go today?” I asked. “I’m buying you a new phone and changing your number so that ex of yours can’t contact you.”

“Yoongi, you don’t have to-” She started but I interrupted her.

“No, I want you to be safe.” I said. “Anyway, do you want new clothes, new shoes? What?”

“I think I need new everything to be honest.” She admitted. “All my clothes are beginning to fall apart.”

“Okay, we’ll buy you some new outfits today, but we can order you more if you need.” I said, finishing up my pancake. “Do you want makeup?”

“I need makeup.” She said, taking a bite of a strawberry.

“No you don’t.” I said. “But if you want it then we’ll buy you some of the best.”

“Yoongi, you don’t have to spend your money on me. I’ll pay you back.” She said.

“No, you won’t. What’s mine is yours.” I said firmly. “Now finish up and get that ass of yours ready to go.”

---------------

We had been at the mall for a few hours now. Y/N was happily snacking on some mochi as we made our way to the next store - Victoria’s Secret.

“Hi, welcome to the store, how can I help you today?” A red-haired woman asked. Y/N turned to me and handed me her mochi.

“Can you wait out here please? I’m not entirely comfortable with... you know...” She trailed off, playing with her fingers.

“Of course, baby. I’ll wait here, okay? Mind if I have some of these?” I asked as the sales assistant began to lead her away.

“Go for it!” She yelled over her shoulder as the assistant began showing her panties and bras. I began looking through, picking ones mentally that I liked. There was a light pink set that I loved. A pang of sadness shot through me when I realised I was picking them out for Taehyung. I put the set back and leaned against a wall, waiting for her while I scrolled through my phone.

I jumped when I heard footsteps outside the shop. It was a Friday so the shopping centre was closed to the general public, so it wasn’t like there would be randomers walking around. My heart rate picked up. What if it was a sasaeng? I heard excited chatter and a squeal of happiness which I recognised instantly. Tae. They must have gone shopping now. There was nowhere for me to go as there was only one exit and entrance, and it wasn’t like I could blend in with the crowd.

My heart broke slightly when I heard their laughs and shouts of happiness. Nice to know they were having fun without me. I busied myself with my phone before looking over to the changing rooms. I heard Y/N gasp happily, making me smile. The doorbell to the shop rang, indicating someone had just entered the shop. Why now? I didn’t want to have this confrontation here. Not in front of Y/N.

I smiled slightly as I saw Taehyung move from rack to rack, picking up items that caught his eye and showing them to Hoseok and Namjoon, who had come in with him. Taehyung looked up and we locked eyes. His smile dropped from his face, being replaced with a scowl.

I looked back to my phone, making it a point that I didn’t want to talk to them. I could hear them whispering to each other, their hushed tones being too quiet for me to properly hear them.

“Hyung, what are you doing here?” Namjoon asked, making his way over to me.

“Y/N needed some new stuff.” I said, not looking at him. “Sorry, I didn’t realise you owned this shop as well.”

“Yoongi, there is no-” Namjoon began.

“No, you’ve said enough Namjoon. You spoke your true feelings.” I said shortly, glancing up at him, looking unimpressed.

“I shouldn’t have said that.”

“But you did. You said your true feelings. I don’t want people to lie to me. You said the truth, no matter who it hurt.” I said.

“Hyung please, I’m sorry.” Namjoon said. “Please just come back to us.”

“No.” I said, finding it harder and harder to keep my voice steady. “You’ve said what you said. It’s clear I’m not welcome, I mean look at them!” I gestured over to Hoseok and Taehyung. “Normally Taehyung would be here, hanging onto me, listening to my every word, demanding kisses and affection, and now look at him. He doesn’t want to come near me!”

“Yoongi, that’s not true. They both love you.” Namjoon argued.

“Yeah, they’re showing it so well.” I said sarcastically. “He is glaring at me. That’s definitely a sign of love. None of this is my fault, Namjoon! I can’t control who my soulmate is or when I meet her!” I knew Y/N would most likely be able to hear me now, but I silently prayed that she couldn’t.

“TaeTae, Hobi, come here.” Namjoon said, gesturing them over. Taehyung looked reluctant.

“Why are you here?” Taehyung asked, his voice angry.

“Y/N needed some new stuff.” I replied.

“I knew she was a money stealing whore.” Taehyung scoffed. “Just reject her! She’s going to steal your money and then reject you!”

“No she’s not. You know what, Kim Taehyung, maybe it’s a good idea that I’m not staying at the dorm anymore. And maybe you should get to know someone before you decide to make a decision for them.” I spat.

“Yoongi!” I heard Y/N call from the changing rooms.

“Yes, baby?” I called back.

“I need your opinion on something!” She shouted back.

“Coming, princess.” I turned back to Namjoon, Hoseok and Taehyung. “Now I’m going to go where I am wanted and needed. I’ll see you for the meet and greet on Saturday.” I left them standing there. “What’s wrong, jagiya?”

“I just needed to get you out of there. You sounded upset.” She said, peeking around the curtain. She glanced over at where the trio was stood, shaking her head as she saw them glaring over at us. “They seem annoyed.”

“They’ll get over it.” I shrugged. “Have you picked some you like?” She nodded.

“But you can’t see them.” She teased. “But here are the options.” She passed them to me through the curtain.

“Baby, you’re going to look so pretty.” I said, looking through them. “Do they all fit right, they’re all comfortable?”

“Yesssss.” She said. There was rustling as she got changed. She had decided to wear my sweatshirt over her clothes today, which I loved. She pulled back the curtain, leaning up to peck my lips. “Are they watching?” She whispered against my mouth.

I glanced over. “Yeah.” I whispered back, making her giggle and kiss me again. “Are you sure they’re all comfortable?”

“Yes, Yoongi, I’m sure.” She said, playfully rolling her eyes. “Come on, let’s go.” She took her mochi back from me. “And thanks for holding onto these for me.”

We walked to the cash register, ignoring the burning stares of the trio as we walked away.

#bts ot7 #bts x reader #Poly BTS #btspolyau #bts poly #dom!yoongi #dom!namjoon #dom!hoseok #switch!jin #sub!taehyung #sub!jungkook #sub!jimin

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7wanderingpaws · 5 years ago

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He Loves Love (3/3)

Pairing: Baekhyun x reader

Genre: solo singer! AU

Word count: 4K+

Warnings: none! just a playful Baek!

--- Please make sure to read the the notes at the end! ---

Masterlist

tags: @iloveagain @buttercupbbh @wooya1224 @baekberrie (sorry if I left out someone? its been ages since i updated and I didnt know if its okay to tag those who commented on chap. 2 :( didnt want to be rude ><)

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It was the day of the release. The release of his magazine cover.

The PR went… mad.

“Listen, sweetie, editor, I don't think we will have enough pieces. The damn thing is literally going to be sold out in a matter of hours.”

You received this call before lunch time. Lunch time was very early on in the day. So why was Baekhyun's magazine cover about to be sold out in the entirety of Korea on the same day of the release date?

“Erm, yeah about that. I am an editor, just like you said. You need to call the-”

“I know, I know,” she interrupted but there wasn't an inch of impatience in her voice. “What I am trying to say is - congratulations! You did a great job!”

It took you a moment to realize what she was saying, because she was right. Your participation in this issue was big; after all you took care of the props and settings and you were looking over his pictures during the photoshoot. Out of nowhere, your heartbeat sped up. “Oh, thank you! That's very kind of you, but I still need to improve a lot-”

In that moment, the happy ding! that never failed to make you all trembly and nervous, sounded on your desk.

Waiter: miss editor am I seeing correctly????? wowow ihavenowords

Waiter: did you just make me sell out your magazine?????? ihavenowords

Waiter: did you save yourself at least one piece??? huhuuhuhuuu ihavenowords ><

Waiter: i think someone just made themselves a good name in the mag industry ^^ congratulations!!!

Waiter: does that mean i will get to see you? hmmm maybe to give a congratulatory bouquet of flowers???? 🤭🤭🤭 🌹💐🌺

Biting your lip quickly to suppress the happy grin, you quickly attended to the phone call, chatting a bit more with the PR lady. Honestly, you didn't like to talk to them much as they were all over the place, too demanding and didn’t have a great understanding of a creative mind. Thankfully, you didn't have to deal with them too often.

It hadn't been that long since your last meeting with Baekhyun. His kisses on your cheek and one kiss on your forehead seemed to be still burning on your skin, sometimes making you drag the pad of your index finger over the mentioned places, needing some sort of closure from him that you had yet to receive.

Texting now was a full on habit between you, causing you to become sad, disappointed and even anxious if he wouldn’t reply that soon, worried he changed his mind about you, and his feelings towards you. Because even though you admitted to him that you liked him, he was being still very cautious, still very polite with you, as if there was some sort of invisible line between you two that he was scared to cross, for some reason.

Trying to look at it from his point of view, there were many risks of him wanting a relationship with you, and you couldn't not agree. If anything, you were being thankful for his thoughtfulness and carefulness, for if he messed up even the tiniest bit around you and your secret meetings of a blooming start of a relationship, he would not see the end of the hate, and neither would you. Heck, his career was on the line.

You managed to reply to his playful messages that went on and on, before you would have to dive into another cover magazine plan that you had to start thinking through.

Me: I think I should congratulate YOU! the most wanted man in Korea it seems ;)

Me: these days i have some important meetings… an upcoming cover… im definitely doing overtime today :( when is it good for you? I will try to arrange my schedule with yours

Waiter: ohoh the most wanted man you say? i wonder if the one i want wants me just as much…….???

Waiter: i would like to see you more often before my album drops, you know i will get quite busy and not seeing you for too long doesnt seem to work well with me anymore ><

Waiter: sooo… i will come pick you up from work tonight just shoot me a msg *^

Just as his messages could make your heartbeat go into a crazy overdrive, it seemed he could also make it completely stop. Or so you thought. His flirting and now his proposal to pick you up gave you a huge shock. That would be a first for sure.

Me: sure! have your phone with you Mr Korea

Me: I wonder too if that person wants you as much ;)

You decided not to pay him any more attention after that as much as you were tempted. Your belly was levitating along with your body, feeling high on vitamin Baekhyun. Pressing down the urge to tease him, you put your phone away, your hands slightly trembly from the attention you kept receiving from someone like him.

If your predictions were even close to correct, you wanted to tell him: yes, the one that he wanted, wanted him just as much.

…

You were fast to leave your work that day. Excited butterflies were eating your insides away, and the only way to make them calm down was to finally meet the person who always made their wings flutter.

Baekhyun was already parked in the underground parking lot, his car the only one with the motor on - and the only car of his class. You spotted him sitting in his car in his white jersey shirt, his left elbow propped on the windowsill as his index finger was stuck between his teeth, gnawing at it. When he saw you, he took a double-take and quickly changed his posture which made you giggle.

Baekhyun was following you with his eyes, going even to the length of leaning in over the passenger seat so as not to lose sight of you until he reached over and opened the passenger door for you so you could slide in.

“Why, thank you,” you smiled cheerfully as you sat down. You closed the door and put your bag down in between your legs.

“My pleasure,” he said back with a pleasant smile. “Hand me the bag, I'll put it in the backseat.”

You quickly did as he asked and then reached for your seatbelt.

“How was work today? We should celebrate!” he exclaimed as he put the car into drive and made his way out of the parking lot.

You hummed, gnawing on your lip. “That would be wonderful,” you said but hesitated about offering anything further. It was difficult to read the situation; you wouldn't know what you could afford to do with him and what not; what would be stepping over the line and what wouldn't. But Baekhyun said he liked you. In fact, he even told you to look at him like at any other man. That meant you shouldn't doubt all the possible hang-out ideas you had, right?

“I think it is you who deserves a gift,” you murmured and stole a look at his concentrated face. You reached the outside now, the dark evening slowly changing into night, the light of passing cars illuminating your faces.

“Hmm, I think so, too. Something in lines of - I can pick whatever I want, huh?”

Hiding your smile behind your hand, you nodded. “Yes, I can grant something. But don't make it expensive. Even though you sold out our magazine, it doesn't mean I will get a pay rise right away.”

“Oh, it won't include any monetary value,” he promised and turned to look at you when he stopped at the red light, the line in front of you seemingly going on for at least a mile. “It would be something you can and should be able to do freely.”

Despite the darkness of the car, Baekhyun could still spot that gorgeous, astounding blush colouring your cheeks. He really grew to love it; to make you so flustered you couldn't help but grow all red, just for him. “What do you think?” he asked quietly, still observing you with a small lopsided smile.

First you looked at your connected hands in your lap and then looked up at him through your lashes. “Depends what it is, but I owe you, so…” you trailed off.

He chuckled quietly, causing your heart to skip a beat before he started driving again, the line in front slowly moving. “Wonderful.”

Within forty-five minutes, you found yourself seated in a Korean restaurant, both yours and Baekhyun's shoes left at the entrance. Baekhyun, knowing the owner, asked for a separate room where people usually held business dinners, to ensure you would have full privacy and could enjoy each other.

It was a bit mind-blowing how much he could just do. His authority was admirable but at the same time it reminded you how you could hardly compare. If you would have asked the owner to give you a separate room, you might have had to fight for it or give him some money. Baekhyun seemed to walk in like a prince, confidently talking to people as if it was so natural.

“Can you give me a moment?” he asked suddenly, already standing up. “I forgot something in the car. Choose a meal until then.”

You nodded and saw him shuffling towards the door. Quickly going through the menu, you were thankful it was just an ordinary Korean restaurant that specializes in noodle soups and wasn't pricey. Picking the one that seemed the most special, you put the menu away just in time for Baekhyun to return back. His right hand was behind his back, obviously hiding something.

He had a sheepish smile on his face as he stepped towards you and handed you a beautiful bouquet of colourful flowers, the smell of which instantly hit your nose. You felt your mouth stretch into a wide smile as you stood up to your feet.

“Oh my god, what is this for, Baekhyun?” you asked, looking up into his eyes just to find them sparkling with anticipation.

“I know I never asked you out on an official date, so I might not be dressed up to my best potential, but I really wanted to give you something and today, as I said, I wanted to give you a bouquet. Please, accept it,” he added breathily, watching you with bated breath, nudging the flowers out to you.

You giggled and he smiled right away as you took the bouquet in your hand, careful as to not hold his fingers that were still curled around the stems. “Thank you.”

As you wanted to pull back, he leaned in, grabbing your wrist gently that was holding the flowers, bringing you closer. His lips hovered over your cheek and he eventually pressed them there. “Good job on your first cover,” he murmured and leaned away the slightest to watch your surprised reaction. Your eyes were watching his mouth and he had to restrain himself from going any further. He didn't want to cross the line. Not yet.

Unfortunately, you had to separate when the doors opened and the waiter came in. She was taken aback for the slightest of moments when she noticed you and Baekhyun backing away from each other but both of you recovered quickly and sat down, ready to order.

“This Vietnamese noodle soup is my favourite,” mentioned Baekhyun, looking at you. “So that is your gift to me - eating my favorite food with me.”

…

It was late June, the beginning of the most humid weeks of the year with the monsoon season around the corner.

Baekhyun became so busy with the release of his album back in May, that you rarely got to see him afterwards, although he made sure to see you a couple of times per week even if he was on the verge of falling asleep. Besides meeting, you were always chatting on the phone, him updating you about his daily schedules while you would mostly talk and send pictures about the same old stuff - your office, your computer screen or your late lunch. Or a selfie. You were on that basis now, despite a first kiss never happening.

It made you think sometimes if you were the one who was supposed to make the first move. If you grew eager to finally feel him in that way, then he must have also had some similar feelings, right? You had been dying to kiss him since the first time he said he liked you. And it was late June now.

Late June meant that the music awards show was happening just this particular night. Baekhyun had been texting you eager messages to double-check that you would really be attending like you told him you would.

While you quickly looked yourself over in the mirror in your office - you worked even today, a Saturday - you checked your phone's screen, seeing the previews of his messages.

Waiter: finally our schedules overlap ❤️ Waiter: i cant actually believe it Waiter: huhuhuhu missy are you done with preparing? im curious to see.... Waiter: its just that it would be difficult to do so without it…

Hastily checking your earrings, you read the previews with a large smile. It would be an exciting night.

When you arrived at the event along with your colleagues, you couldn't help feeling clammy from the excitement. The possibility of spotting Baekhyun was making you sick with anticipation. It wasn't even the amount of people attending the event, it was just him; just the idea that he was somewhere there and hopefully he was looking for you just like you were looking for him.

Your colleagues hurried to sit down as the ceremony was about to start. Since you were busy in the office, you ended up leaving the headquarters much later than planned, but there was nothing you could do about it anymore.

The lights dimmed just when you made yourself comfortable, making it too difficult to look around and recognize faces. Deciding to quickly check the messages you didn't have time to look at before, you finally saw what Baekhyun was bombarding you so much about.

Waiter: finally our schedules overlap Waiter: i cant actually believe it Waiter: huhuhuhu missy are you done with preparing? im curious to see how you look so you could send me a selfie and so then i can recognize you at the event hm? without having to stare everywhere and become suspicious Waiter: its just that it would be difficult to do so without it sooooo ????? Waiter: yah!! where did you go?? Waiter: ex...excuse me? ehm ehm!!! Waiter: wow okay… Waiter: Y/N … disappeared... Waiter: i guess you are busy >< im arriving at the venue soon update me so i know where you attttttt okiiii??? ㅎㅅㅎ

You hid your smile behind your hand and quickly typed him a message to update him like he demanded. You couldn't send a selfie anymore because of the silly lights and your superiors being at the same table, you couldn't afford to be on your phone all the time. Hyeri, as much as she was kind, didn't like it when the job was not done properly, so you made sure to pay attention to the performances while you felt your phone vibrate with messages most probably from Baekhyun.

You bit your lip to keep in the smile, your heart fluttering. How was he able to be this… gorgeous even through messages? How was he able to make your heart beat frantically even when he was not around you? Unknowingly, your desire for him grew by tenfold, the sudden urge to meet him almost overtaking your actions, but one strict stare from Hyeri and you stopped squirming in your chair as you realized you did with a horrified look. Wow. You had to do something about this, and it had to be very soon.

To your big misfortune, you never spotted Baekhyun until it was his turn to overtake the stage. As much as you expected something huge, it was anything but that. No props, just a simple mic stand and then, a Baekhyun in a ready-to-go-for-a-date look, plus four dancers and he was able to fill the huge stage to the brim with his presence. That was it. Simple as that.

You inhaled his entire performance, the loud screamings of crazy fans not enough to pull you out of your reverie that consisted of Byun Baekhyun and Byun Baekhyun only. His movements, so sharp yet so smooth, his flirting with the camera, his lip bites, and that crazy happy smile; all of it. He was changing images from lethal sexy, through lazily suggestive, then sweetly gorgeous until becoming cute and ready to pet on the head. Without anything more to add, he had each flavor of a candy to offer and you had never been this addicted to candies in your life.

...

You met him accidentally when you were leaving the toilets that were meant for the VIPs. Closing the door behind you, you felt its cold surface press to your bare back when Baekyun appeared in front of you, freezing momentarily when he recognized you.

He smiled instantly, happy to finally see you, before he let his eyes wander. Finally, he let you know that he was looking. Oh he was. Your dress was revealing on the back, which he had yet to witness, but the front was completely covered, hugging your chest and waist, telling Baekhyun that there was something to look at for sure. The long, wavy skirt that stopped just above the floor was bunched up in your hand, showing sparkly high-heeled shoes that were the cause of the pain in your ankles.

None of you said a word as you took a note of his fancy suit, the simple stage outfit now gone. It was fully black, but once again you couldn't comprehend how broad his shoulders and chest were despite his shirt that was tucked into his pants being black, too.

“Good performance,” you broke the silence finally, meeting his somewhat eager gaze. “I have to admit, I was swooning with the other girls, too.”

That got Baekhyun's attention. His eyebrow rose in question and he stepped closer but not before making sure there were no prying eyes in the small corridor. His body covered yours from anyone, were you to be disturbed. “Oh, were you, really?”

You nodded, your smile teasing. “Yeah.”

He smiled gently, his gaze running over your features that were touched up with make-up. “I'm glad. If I wanted to impress someone, it was you.”

“You did that a long time ago,” you admitted shyly, averting your eyes so he wouldn't catch you shyness.

You heard him letting out a laugh through his nose. “So cute,” he muttered, stepping even closer. “I have to run back but let me drive you home tonight.”

His words made your head snap up though you weren't that much smaller from him anymore thanks to the heels. His words ignited something inside of you. “You came with your car?”

“I asked my friend to bring it over to the venue,” he said. “I am not going back to my company after this. I finally found you here and-” he sighed softly, shaking his head as he looked at you, “I want to spend some time with you. Alone.”

Your breath hitched in your throat, his look making you all itchy and needy. Without much thinking, you found yourself nodding a tad too eagerly which made Baekhyun smile. “Alright,” you whispered, “text me. But I can't leave before my superiors do.”

“Can I just steal you?”

Giggling, you shook your head and suppressed the need to hold his hand. “I'm afraid no. But I will try my best to get out of it quickly.”

His smile was so gentle as he nodded slowly, closing his eyes for a second before stepping even closer, his fingertips running over your clothed forearm in the most feather-like way. “Okay. I'll be waiting for you,” sweetheart.

…

The car came to a complete stop in front of your small apartment building. Audi had quite the silent engine anyway, but now with it being turned off, you felt like silence had a physical form and was growing in on you, making the tension between you and Baekhyun the more difficult to withstand.

Given his silence, you knew that you should say something, and you also knew what you were supposed to do. It was now or never. “Would you maybe… like to come in?”

He glanced over, checking your expression to see if you were serious. He parted his lips but hesitation stole the words away from him. You chuckled when he opened his mouth again and smiled abashedly. “'I’d love to.”

Oh my god, you thought as the both of you made your way towards your apartment. In panic, you tried to quickly think over what state you left your flat in exactly, but it seemed that your mind was clogged up, unable to come up with anything that could possibly explain what was happening in that very moment. Byun Baekhyun, the superstar, was coming inside your apartment. And he seemed to be rather quiet.

Was he overthinking this? Maybe he would realise this was all a mistake and that you weren't good enough for him. Maybe you did something off-putting today?

As you were typing in the code to your house, you felt his strong presence behind you, his gaze on your naked back, and you swore the tension just grew even more when you let him enter your little safety den first. Surely, it was no luxury like he must have been used to by then, given the many years of singing career, but you could only hope it would be enough.

You had been far too gone for him. If he were to dump you, you might end up hurt and heartbroken.

Letting the door close behind you, you wanted to follow him only to see him standing just a couple of steps ahead of you, looking into the apartment but not moving further inside. “You can enter, Baekyhun.”

“You look so beautiful tonight,” he said softly out of nowhere, catching you off guard with his honest words. Letting them sink in, you bit your lip, feeling your heartbeat accelerate again. It wasn't possible to get a heart attack, right?

He was standing in front of you while your back was pressed to the front door you just closed behind you. “Thank you,” you whispered, matching his intimate tone and feeling like you were about to combust. “You look really handsome tonight.” And everyday.

He smiled, which you couldn't see as he still had his back on you. Just then, he turned and with that pleasant expression on his face made those separating two steps towards you until he stood right in front of you, causing you to look up. “Thank you.”

You nodded, feeling the terrible blush creeping up into your cheeks. Actually your entire body was suddenly on a heat wave, feeling the prickles of sweat to form under your dress as he stared at you affectionately. God, you wanted him so much it was really becoming unbearable.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“You just asked one,” you replied mischievously, grinning, just to be rewarded with a wide smile from him as he stepped even closer, your heart clenching painfully. Was it the chemistry that was so painful?

“Cheeky,” he whispered, his breath almost hitting your cheek. You kept his eye contact before you nudged him with a go on.

What, do you want to kiss me on the cheek again? you desperately wanted to ask, to tease him. Or would this finally be it? Would he finally just... kiss you?

“May I kiss you, sweetheart. On the lips.” His intonation was far from that of a question. He was so hot, goodness. And your knees were suddenly jelly-like as you couldn’t stop staring into his eyes when you nodded.

He let out a breathy laugh when he almost pressed his body into yours. Almost. “You don’t like to confirm things out loud with me, do you, beauty?”

“Yes, you may kiss me, Baekhyun. Please, just finally kiss me.”

It was almost as if he wouldn't wait for your approval anyway, as he was leaning in before your words even left your mouth, his hands coming to gently rest against the door; caging you in, yet making you feel even more safe. He was carefully watching your features as he pressed his lips to yours, one hand coming to cradle your face gently before he finally captured your upper lip and you melted.

Closing your eyes, you sighed as you let your hands slide up his toned chest and around his neck when he pressed himself into you just a little bit closer, a very much satisfied hum coming out of his throat that sent shock waves down your body. That deadly hum. It could really do anything to you, it was that attractive to you.

You dared to run your fingers through his hair that had gel in it, but still felt so cutely soft under your touch. You played with his pillows, prolonging the gentle sucking as you dragged his lower lip towards you, feeling the wetness of his mouth. He leaned in as you separated for the slightest of moments, tilting his head to the other side, unconsciously making one step closer so you felt him on your chest and the surface of the door on your back.

Smooch after smooch, you soon realized he was a loud kisser that liked the licking sounds and the responses from you as you breathed out softly while his thumb caressed your blushed cheek.

Another loud smooch, and this time he was the one who dragged your lower lip towards him with his teeth, as he bumped his nose with yours, tilting his head to the opposite side again while both of his hands cradled your face with utmost care.

Eventually, he kissed you one last time, ending it with him pressing his forehead to yours, not opening his eyes just yet. You didn’t either, relishing in the lingering feeling of him around your mouth as his warm pants pushed in through your parted lips. Slowly, he nuzzled your nose and you giggled softly which prompted him to open his eyes to meet yours already on him.

“That was better than I could ever imagine,” he whispered and smiled handsomely.

You blushed even more, if that was possible. “Ditto.”

His eyes widened and he leaned away a bit. “Don’t tell me you fantasized about kissing me?”

You shrugged but didn’t meet his eye. “How could I not? I’m a human, aren’t I? And you know I like to be straightforward.”

He smirked, knowingly nodding to himself. “Oh yeah, right. The straightforward business.”

You chuckled. “You’re too good of a kisser.”

“Only the best for you,” he winked and those words made you feel things. Before you could reply, he blurted: “Can I be your boyfriend?”

Smiling widely, you nodded, feeling absolutely elated. This was really happening. “Yes, you can be my boyfriend, Baekhyun.”

He sweeped you in his arms, bringing you in for another kiss. “That means,” he murmured between the kisses, “that I can kiss you just like that. And I can finally call you sweetheart,” he breathed the nickname before opening his mouth and devouring you, showing how passionate of a kisser he could be.

You never doubted him, of course, but in situations like these, reality was always better than your poor imagination, for your brain could never produce the exceptional feeling of having Byun Baekhyun’s lips on yours, feeling the moisture and his playful tongue, his creativity of teasing you with it astonishing. No. Nothing could ever compare.

There was only one Byun Baekhyun and he was a superstar. Off-limits to almost everyone. But not to you. Not anymore.

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A/N: And that is the end! This is the final part, so with this, I am also saying goodbye to this story that made my heart flutter a wee bit... ^^ Thank you to whomever sent me support via comments/reblogs, dms, I was glad this story could bring something enjoyable to the table! ❤

--- As you know, these 3 chapters were supposed to be about how our characters met and became a couple. So I hope I delivered well! I know I put the M sign in the beginning way back in May, but while plotting, I realized it wasnt suitable for these 3 parts. It would take me more chapters to write to bring it to that point (hint: if you request it as a standalone oneshot later, I am willing to write it but otherwise it would need more relationship building).

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sadaboutniall · 5 years ago

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Without Fear

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Chapter One. January.

remember that first laugh? all it changed once I had that // like a hurricane, but I don't care where I land - rome, dermot kennedy

The whole thing had started out as a joke. Or maybe a pipe dream. Or maybe a massive mental breakdown and a poorly thought-through trip to the passport office for a rush renewal and a visa application.

No matter how it had started, Luna hadn’t actually thought it would pan out. Two and a half months ago, standing in her parents’ kitchen in New York, reading the lawyer’s letter, it had been a shiny, exciting, half-baked idea—an escape she could cling to while everything else was going to shit. It hadn’t been a reality.

It was hardly a reality even as it began to happen: Luna, packing her bags on a Friday night, deciding which pictures of her ex to keep and which to toss; Luna’s dad, hoisting her bags into the trunk of the car for her; Luna’s mom, petting her hair as she hugged her goodbye at the airport.

And it wasn’t real when she got to Inis Mór either: her snug little apartment above the coffee shop, the smattering of mismatched furniture that her Great Aunt Niamh had left behind, Ruairí, the black cat her new neighbor had been feeding, the mess of her suitcases, exploding on the floor, markedly different to the seemingly ancient chairs and quilts and sweaters that Niamh left for her.

Or, just left. It’s been hard for Luna to tell what’s for her and what isn’t.

And even now, nearly a month into living here and it only half feels real, the way she gets up every morning and putters down to the shop to open up, the cat following behind her, meowing for breakfast and Siobhan, the baker, already well on her way to done with the morning’s pastries, the smell of cinnamon and dough and vanilla and the cold air outside wafting through the shop to wake Luna up sweetly; the way old Mr. Whelan is always her first customer, never deviates from his order of a black coffee and a croissant, toasted; the rush of cold air every time someone opens the door, feeling like it’s flaying the shop open, sending napkins fluttering to the floor, causing Ruairí to hiss in protest and curl up closer to the fireplace. There’s nothing real in the way the sun sets at 4pm these days, quick as a wink over the hill outside the window, a flash of orange and purple the only reminder that day once broke in this place that always feels dark, under cover. There’s nothing real in the way Luna needn’t worry about anything here—her rent is paid and there are no deadlines anymore, no screaming bosses, no one angry with her for dropping an artist file or fucking up a coffee order. It’s not real, not even when she calls home and talks to her parents, when they tell her about her brother Sam’s new PhD research and his girlfriend Mary’s trip to Honduras. It’s not real, any of it. And it works. It’s fine. And so is Luna.

It’s hardly real on a Monday night at the end of January, either, after Siobhan has already left for the day and Luna is quietly closing up, tucking mugs into cabinets and dropping bits of pastry on the floor for the cat. She’s not thinking about much of anything—in the month she’s been here, Lu’s found the very start and very end of her days to be the most relaxing, the way she can clear up the shop or fire up the coffee maker without having to talk to anyone, think about anything. It’s so markedly different from what feels like a lifetime ago: bustling into the office at 8:30 and still feeling like she was late, a tray of coffees balanced in one hand, someone’s dry cleaning in the other, 12 voicemails already waiting for her, 30 emails, more coming through as her phone vibrated in her pocketbook. This is quiet and slow: Ruairí is weaving between her legs, meowing gently when he wants more treats, and outside it’s dark and still and cold, despite it being only 7pm. Luna is tired but not wiped—a feeling she forgot existed before leaving New York—and it occurs to her that she can have a slice of cake tonight in front of the TV, and maybe a glass of wine, while watching Law and Order until she falls asleep.

She’s lost in that thought—and the already building annoyance at the fact that she knows she’ll inevitably wake up on the couch at 3am and have to stumble to bed—when the door creaks open, nighttime wind rushing in, a boy stumbling after it.

“So sorry,” Lu looks up from where she’s been wiping down the counter behind the pastry display. “I’m closing up. But I still have a few leftover slices of cake if you want—”

“Oh, erm,” the boy stills, maybe surprised, and Lu does too. He’s—well. Lu hasn’t seen anyone here who looks like him.

He’s a mess of hat hair, dark at the roots and an unnatural blonde at the tips, curling over his ears and flopping over one eyebrow. He’s bright blue eyes, wide when he looks at her, and cheeks flushed red to match the tip of his nose, and a smattering of stubble along his face, darkening in the dimple of his chin, his pink lips chapped where his tongue darts out to soothe them. He takes her breath away for half a second—or maybe that’s the rush of wind that crashed against her chest when he opened the door.

The boy is clutching a guitar by its neck, gloved hand wrapped almost reverently around it, and his white high-top sneakers are mucky where the rubber soles have been sludging through the perma-mud outside. He looks like something out of a dream, maybe, Lu’s heart catching a little in her throat.

“Hi,” he says, finally, looking just as out of sorts as Lu feels. She’s not sure if that’s good or bad, but he carries on. “I wasn’t expecting—I didn’t think you would be so… uh. American? Uh,” gently, he tucks the guitar under his arm and tugs off his navy blue gloves, the cotton pilling from wear. “I’m Niall,” he reaches out a hand. It’s cold when Lu takes it to shake, when he wraps it gently around her own. “I live Kilronan.”

“Hiya,” Lu’s voice comes out softer than she expected it to. “I’m Lu. I work here.”

“Right, right,” Niall nods, swallows thick. “You’re Niamh’s niece? I was so sorry to hear about her passing—she—”

“Great niece,” Lu rushes over Niall, exhausted, even a month later, of every introduction on this island starting with a condolence. “I actually only met her once. But it sounds like she was a force.”

“You—once?” Niall shoves his gloves into the pocket of his puffer jacket.

“Yeah,” Lu shrugs. “Your guess is as good as mine. Was there, uh,” she doesn’t want to get rid of him, but doesn’t know where to go next. “Did you want one of those slices of cake? I’m sorry for you to come all the way from Kilronan for nothing.”

“Oh,” Niall looks like he’s only just remembered where he is. “No, I didn’t come for cake. I, uh, I have a… a question? An idea?”

Briefly, Lu worries if she should be nervous—but crime doesn’t happen here, not like this, and Lu knows the statistics when it comes to stranger attacks. Either way, Niall keeps talking before she can spiral, the words tumbling out like he knows he has to speak before he thinks better of it.

“I, uh, I was wondering if there’s any chance you were looking for someone to, like, play guitar and sing a bit? Like, live music in the shop for a couple hours a week? You don’t have to pay me or anything, ‘m not asking for that, but I could maybe leave my case open for tips? I can do covers or requests or—whatever you want, really. And I can give you my work schedule and we can work around that; I’m free on the weekends mostly, except for when I coach football, but also on weeknights if you’d prefer that and if you want to split the tips I understand, we can do that too, and also—”

“Niall,” Lu can’t take it. He’s speaking so fast it’s shuttling her toward an anxiety attack, and throwing up on the shoes of the first cute boy she’s seen in a month was not on her agenda for today. Meeting a cute boy in general was not on her agenda for today, but Lu’s been learning that things don’t tend to pan out the way she plans them. “I like the idea. That sounds cool.”

“I totally understand if—wait, really?” Niall pauses, hand halfway up to his face, like he was going to cover his mouth, or rub his eyes, or bite his nails. His brow furrows and his mouth drops open a little, like he didn’t expect it to be that easy. Like he didn’t accept Lu to be agreeable at all.

“Yeah,” Lu shrugs, then nods at the guitar still tucked under Niall’s arm, “but you’ll need to audition for me,” she bites back a cheeky smile, watches Niall do the same. “I can’t have a crap singer driving away all my customers.”

“Ah, fair play,” the left side of Niall’s mouth pulls up into a smile, and Lu pointedly ignores the kick in her chest. “What would you like to hear?”

She shrugs again, as if “casual” or “easygoing” were ever words people would’ve used to describe her back home. “Your favorite song?”

“My favorite—” Niall scoffs, but there’s no malice in it—it’s playful, inviting, fun. It makes Lu feel like he wants to keep talking to her. Like he wants her to keep winding him up. “You think I can narrow it down to one favorite song?”

“I can,” Lu smiles, soft, “I’m good at making decisions.”

“Go on, tell us then.”

“You first,” Lu gestures toward a table, the only one in the shop that isn’t rickety when there’s too much weight on it. “Then I’ll tell ya.”

Niall hums under his breath, approval, and settles himself on top of the table easily, feet perched on the chair, guitar natural in his lap. He strums once, to check that everything is in tune, and then glances up through the bit of hair that’s fallen over his eye. He’s striking—bright blue eyes, a shock of blonde at the tips of his hair, a lone dimple digging into his filled out cheeks—and Lu feels her stomach swoop and kick again. She takes a deep breath, crosses her arms over her chest. Niall sits up straight.

“Alright,” he says it so quietly that Lu thinks it might just be for him. She’s suddenly struck with the notion that she’s intruding on something, a moment between Niall and his guitar and himself that isn’t for her—that, maybe, this isn’t something a lot of people get to see.

And, if that’s true, Lu realises the second he starts strumming, it’s a damn shame.

It takes Lu a second to recognize the song, but it doesn’t even matter. With a guitar in his hand Niall is even more mesmerizing. Hypnotizing. Completely, incomprehensibly, irresistible.

And then he opens his mouth. And Lu feels sick.

It’s “With or Without You”.

But there’s none of the corniness, none of the playful groaning and eye rolling that usually accompanies a U2 cover. Instead, Lu feels frozen to her spot in the middle of the shop, Niall, seated atop the table, eyes down, an anchor in the middle of this island. His voice, lower than she expected, and raspy in all the right places, is somehow vulnerable and confident at the same time—somehow makes her want to simultaneously hold him and be held by him, to protect him and let him protect her. It’s real. It’s vulnerable. It’s terrifying. Lu doesn’t know what to do with it.

The song lasts forever and is over in an instant. Eyes closed, Niall carries out the final, desperate, confident, terrified, “I can’t live, with or without you,” as he stops playing and lets his voice take over. The whole shop shakes with it. Or maybe that’s just Lu, trembling.

His eyes don’t open for a few seconds. Lu can feel herself breathing, she can feel her heart beating, she can feel the wind, outside, throwing itself against the shop’s ancient windows. She can feel it when Niall opens his eyes.

“Was it that shite?”

Overwhelmed, Lu exhales an unstoppable, lovely laugh. Niall’s cheeks are red and his eyes are a little glassy and he runs a hand through his thick hair, his bicep flexing just a millimeter. Lu already knows there’s no way this can last.

“Terrible,” she smiles. “Worst I’ve ever heard. When can you start?”

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They work out the schedule together, leaning over the only good table, comparing planners. Lu still keeps her old Moleskin, dark purple, embossed with her college seal and the year she graduated. She hasn’t needed it much lately—after years of her work, and eventually her social life, revolving around Google Calendar, she feels a freedom in being able to jot down appointments and approximate times in a messy journal. Niall’s got a battered leather one—doodles on the front, his name in script on the first page. He flips through it quickly, keeps it close to his chest.

He works at a local furniture and home goods boutique most days, as a design consultant, and coaches the middle school’s co-ed soccer team on Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday afternoons, with games on Saturdays. Lu tells him not to overbook himself but he does it anyway, and they settle on Monday, Thursday, and Friday nights, as well as Saturday mornings, starting the next week. He says he’ll have a friend work up posters to advertise, and tries, again, to tell Lu he’ll split his tips.

At 10:30, he notices the time, his cheeks pinking up, his chapped lower lip caught between his teeth. They’d been splitting the final two slices of cake, and there’s a tiny glob of chocolate caught in the corner of his mouth.

“Fuck,” he says, looking reluctant, “I’ve got to go, I’m meant to be at work at 8 tomorrow morning.”

“Oh, God,” Lu feels a bit like she’s coming out of a daze, that feeling she gets, sometimes, when she’s been reading a book or watching a movie and then has to reimmerse herself in the real world. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to keep you.”

“No, no,” Niall rushes, “you didn’t. I—thank you. For the chocolate cake. And the, uh, opportunity.”

“Don’t mention it.” Lu presses her lips together, resists the urge to lean forward and thumb at the chocolate on his mouth. “You’ve got, uh, a bit of chocolate,” she touches the mirroring spot on her own mouth, “right there.”

“Right,” he smiles, tongue darting out to catch it. “I won’t. Thanks.”

Lu gathers the plates and cups and totes them to the sink while Niall gets his things together. When she turns around, he’s bundled in his coat and scarf, hat pulled low over his brows, free hand shoved into the pocket of his puffer. She doesn’t know how to look away from him.

“I guess I’ll see you next week, then?” He asks, fiddling with the zipper on his puffer. He hasn’t got all the chocolate—Lu wonders what it would taste like against his lips.

“Next week,” she echoes. “Yeah.”

“Brilliant. I’ll, uh—I’m excited. Have a good week.”

Lu’s “and you” gets lost in her throat as she watches Niall head toward the door. His hand is on the knob when he turns back around.

“Wait, Lu.”

The sound of her name in his mouth makes her heart stutter. She hopes her raised brow will pass for a response.

“You didn’t tell me.”

“What?” She gets that out, at least.

“Your favorite song of all time,” Niall smiles, dimple prominent. “What is it?”

Looking back, Lu has no idea where the sudden confidence comes from. But, somehow, it does. She smiles, tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “Not sure I want to tell you yet,” she says, kind. “I want to see if you figure it out for yourself.”

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doyouevenshipbr0 · 5 years ago

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gruvia drabble:

author’s note: so! this is based on a theory from @bbygirljuvi !!! it’s essentially predicting what would happen in chap 58 of 100 yq! so if u dont read 100 yq and have no idea what im talking ab, give chap 57 a read lmaooo. remember when i JUST said i didnt like writing fics of me predicting what would happen in canon in the future? well, fuck it ig!!!

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“She’s my power to live.”

White.

Everything after that was just white. All she could see, all she could hear. The world around her completely stopped at that point in time.

Words like these were the exact words Juvia had dreamt of hearing for what felt like an eternity at that point. She knew her face was beaming red, and her mouth was agape.

After the short period of nothingness, the words repeated in her head over and over again. Did she hear him right? Did she mix up the words in her head? No. No, she was sure that she didn’t. “She’s my power to live.” played on loop. The more the words swirled in her head, the more she felt her heart burn. It was all too much for her, but in the best possible way. She completely forgot where she even was for a moment— that she was in the middle of a battle, having the life drained from by the second.

Juvia’s body shook as her head bobbed up and down, trying to catch her breath in that moment. Her skin was so hot she thought she might melt. She was his power to live. She knew that meant a lot, because that was exactly how she felt about Gray. All the emotions in her were rising to a boil, and it wasn’t until she heard her darling call her name that she was finally being pulled back to reality.

“Calm down, Juvia!” She heard his voice call to her. She then remembered just where she was and what she was doing.

“Gah!” Metro called out in sheer pain. “So hot!”

As Juvia reached her arms out to run and embrace her beloved, her arms didn’t listen. They were stuck to the tree. However, the grip did waiver. Juvia’s hot water was causing him to slip. Then, in that moment, her annoyance took priority above all her other emotions, and she let it out where she knew it would be useful.

“Let Juvia go!” Her voice was brash, and her body began to boil even more, doubling the steam that was already coming off of her and Metro.

“Stop it! Ah!” Metro’s body thrashed with discomfort, but Juvia wasn’t letting up— not until she was in Gray’s arms.

“Ergh!” Juvia practically growled. She mustered up all that emotion and got ready for one final blow of hot water.

Metro let out a scream of pain before losing consciousness and collapsing to the ground into a pile of steaming wood. Gray stood in awe as he watched it all happen, and once he realized Metro was about to go down, he took started to lunge forward to catch Juvia who would fall. Before he could get there, Juvia fell to the ground and stuck the landing. Gray didn’t even have a chance to ask if Juvia was ok before she herself lunged at him.

“Gray-sama!~” She sang as she threw herself onto Gray, wrapping around his torso.

“Whoa!” Gray grunted on impact. His eyes were still wide as he was still attempting to process everything that just happened.

“Oh, Gray-sama! Did you really mean what you said?!” She nuzzled her giddy face into his chest.

Gray was still dumbfounded at the pile of defeated wood that laid in front of him. He couldn’t process what Juvia was even saying. Just a second ago she was struggling to stay conscious, stuck on the enemy, and now she was completely fine and safe with Gray.

“Uh— What exactly— just happened?” Gray stammered. He finally began to reciprocate the hug by resting a hand on the top of Juvia’s back as his other hand ruffled through his hair.

“Hm?” Juvia pulled herself out of Gray’s chest and rose a curious eyebrow. She noticed he still had his eyes locked onto what used to be the great and powerful Metro and turned her head to match his gaze, and then quickly turned back to Gray. “Oh! That! Juvia can get pretty—erm—- crazy when her emotions get a little out of control.” She chuckled nervously, realizing that what she did was a bit much.

“Yeah... you don’t say.” Gray huffed.

“But Juvia couldn’t help it!” She threw herself right back onto him. “Gray-sama just said the best and most romantic words ever! Juvia had to give you a great big hug as soon as possible!” She giggled and snuggled back up all over again.

Gray snorted. “Wow.” He wiped his hair out of his eyes. It all happened so fast. Gray’s mind was running a mile of minute just a second ago thinking how he would rescue Juvia, but she went and rescued herself.

“You are... You’re incredible, you know that?” His breath was still stolen, but gave a chuckle at the end.

“Me?!” Juvia pulled away with wide eyes.

“Yes, you!” He finally looked down at her.

“Here I was so worried about protecting you and keeping you safe, but... you don’t really need me to do that, do you?”

“Well, of course Juvia wants Gray-sama to protect her! That is music to Juvia’s ears!” She swooned for a moment. “But don’t forget, Juvia is a Fairy Tail wizard. I know how to hold my own.” She smiled surely.

There he had it. Gray just got that closure he’d been searching for all this time, but Juvia took his closure and flipped it upside down. She gave him closure, but even better, she proved to him that he didn’t need to keep waiting to be “strong enough” or “confident enough”. He was confident enough and felt so strongly, that he didn’t need any of the validation that he thought he needed. All he needed was her, and he didn’t have to keep pushing off his feelings anymore.

Tears rushed to his eyes as he swfitly brought Juvia back into his embrace. “Thank you.” He said softly, tightening his arms.

“Thank you, Gray-sama.” Juvia wrapped her arms further.

They stood there for a while, just in each other’s hold.

After some time, Juvia’s legs began to wobble a bit as she felt light headed, and her stance struggled, causing her to take a step to the side and lose her grip.

“Juvia!” Gray exclaimed, concerned. “Are you alright?” He pulled her away.

“Well,” She chuckled. “Juvia did just exert a lot of magic energy back there, and while I can take care if myself, Juvia’s not invincible either.”

Gray matched Juvia’s grin. “Alright, let’s get you somewhere to rest. Can you walk?”

“Yes.” Juvia nodded. She took a few steps forward perfectly fine, and then she paused. A light bulb went off in her head.

“Well-“ Her voice pitch rose. “Actually, Juvia is feeling sooo weak! Juvia doesn’t think she can walk! Gray-sama will have to carry her!” She dramatically wailed, but as usual, Gray saw right through her antics.

“Yeah, nice try.” He scoffed.

“Aww...” Juvia’s shoulders sunk. It was worth a shot.

Gray smirked and rolled his eyes. “Here, just in case, wrap your arm around me.”

Juvia lit up all over again. “Ok! That’ll work.” Gray squatted a bit so Juvia could wrap her arm around his shoulders. Gray’s one hand held onto Juvia’s while the other wrapped around her waist for stability.

“Oh, and by the way,” Gray blushed. “I did mean what I said.”

Juvia was a bit confused, and she raised a brow.

Gray grumbled. “Ya’ know, about you being my power to live, or whatever.” He looked down, embarrassed. “I really did mean it.” He looked back at Juvia who had the same expression she had on her face the first time he said it. He quickly averted his gaze again.

“And, actually, you’re not just my power to live. You’re a whole bunch of other stuff too. You’re—well— my world, honestly.” He finally finished, and he felt a huge weight lifted from his shoulders when he finally said it.

Juvia gasped with delight, and she tilted her head into Gray. She giggled as they continued walking, and she tightened her grip on Gray’s hand.

“Well, that makes Juvia very happy. Juvia feels the exact same.”

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that-winged-rat · 5 years ago

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Compromised

*not my gif*

Summary: While under the mind control of the British Men of Letters, you are sent to kill Sam and Dean Winchester.

Pairing: Winchester x platonic!reader

Characters: Y/N Y/L/N, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Mary Winchester, Arthur Ketch, Mick Davies,

Warnings: Angst, language, mentions/descriptions of violence, implications of torture and death, self harm(?).

Word Count:

A/N: Wowzah! Two in one night. Okay, I don’t even know how long this has been in my fucking drafts. It was collecting cobwebs and I finally decided to finish it. This doesn’t really follow the story in any particular way, I just wrote it because why not. Feel free to send in requests. Feedback is always encouraged and welcomed. Enjoy! :)

My Masterlist

“Kill Sam and Dean Winchester.”

The words echoed through your head as you stalked through the woods, pistol in hand. You tried to fight against the urge... or whatever it was. You tried to take back your mind. You knew you weren’t strong enough, but that didn’t stop you from trying.

You heard the snap of a twig to your right, you whipped your head in that direction and followed the noise, weaving through the trees with carefully placed footsteps.

When you reached the source of the noise, you found nothing. No Sam. No Dean. That is until you heard the rustle of leaves coming from behind you. You turned around to find the infamous Winchesters standing next to each other, each holding a gun. Without hesitation, you pulled yours out as well, aiming it at the boys.

“Whoa, hey, stop. Y/N, stop. You can fight this,” Sam said, busting out the puppy-dog eyes. His face was soft and pleading, whereas Dean’s was hard and emotionless.

You said nothing as you kept your gun drawn and your eyes dark, showing no traces of familiarity.

“Y/N, please, we don’t want to hurt you,” Sam continued, taking a wary step towards you, only making you tighten the grip on the gun and switch off the safety. Sam took a step back and put his hands up in surrender, his gun pointing to the sky, showing that he wasn’t there to hurt you. “Okay, okay.”

You eyed Dean suspiciously, wondering why he wasn’t saying anything, which was out of character for him.

“I know that you’re in there somewhere. You have to remember. This isn’t you. It’s the Men of Letters, not you. You need to snap out of it,” Sam stalled, Dean still keeping quiet.

You pursed your lips, shifted your grip on the pistol and lined up your shot. Sam and Dean saw what you were planning as well and both jumped behind a tree each. But not before you managed to graze Dean’s shoulder with a bullet.

“Y/N, stop!” Sam shouted. “You can fight this—you need to!”

“Damnit, Cas, hurry up,” Dean muttered, but was loud enough for you to hear. So that’s why he was quiet; he was calling in the cavalry.

A few seconds later, you heard a flap of wings from behind. You turned around, even though you already knew who it was. And the next thing you knew was darkness washing over you.

---

“Anything?” Dean asked Cas once they had gotten you tied down in the Bunker’s dungeon.

Cas opened his eyes and removed his fingers from your forehead. “Whatever it is, I can’t do anything about it,” he said solemnly.

“Well, Sam’s talking with Mick, maybe he knows something,” Sam said.

Just then, you started to stir, alerting both boys of your consciousness. You tugged your hands against the chains, studying them, before looking up to Dean and Cas.

“Dean?” You asked, sounding scared, which surprised both of them. “Dean, what’s going on?” You wriggled in the cuffs again.

He looked to Cas, who was just as confused as him. “Y/N? Is that you?” Cas asked.

“Yes, it’s me! Now what the hell is going on?”

They both ignored you as Dean turned to Cas. “Is there any way of telling if it’s really her?” He asked quietly.

“I don’t think so.”

“Hey, guys. Seriously, you wanna tell me why I’m cuffed to a chair in the dungeon?” You asked, getting impatient.

“You don’t remember anything?” You raised your eyebrows and shook your head. “Okay, erm... well, you got brainwashed by the British Men of Letters.”

“What?” You said, barely above a whisper.

Dean was about to say something when he was interrupted by his phone ringing. He took it out of his pocket to see it was Sam. He was quiet for a moment before turning to look at Cas. “Alright, I’m pretty sure it’s her, you can let her out. I gotta take this.”

He stepped out of the room and Cas unlocked the cuffs holding you to the metal chair. You rubbed your wrists as you stood up. “Thanks.” He nodded in confirmation. “So, what did I do?”

“What do you mean?” He asked, tilting his head.

“Well, I’m assuming that those assholes didn’t control my mind for the kicks... So, what did I do?”

He looked down at the ground, not sure whether to tell you or not. But you would find out anyway. “I don’t know everything that you did, but you killed multiple hunters.”

You nodded slowly and turned to face one of the walls, and to Castiel, you were just fiddling with your hands. But in reality, you were drawing blood from your palm with your nails.

“Y/N, you had no control over what happened. That wasn’t you,” he reassured you.

“I know,” you said, a smirk creeping onto your face. “I would say I’m sorry, but... I wasn’t raised a liar.” Before Cas could say anything else, you slammed your hand against the sigil you painted with your blood, and he disappeared.

“Where’s Cas?” Dean asked when he walked in, more wary than before.

You shrugged your shoulders. “Dunno, he said he’d be back soon,” you lied.

He nodded his head once. “Well, Sam just called.”

You hid your hand behind your back and stood in front of the sigil as he walked closer to you. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he started. “He was talking to Mick, and apparently... there’s no way to reverse the mind control.”

“What so... Are seriously trusting Mick Davies over me? Dean, you’ve known me for years!”

He looked down at the ground. “Show me your hands,” he said after a beat of silence.

“Why?”

“Just show me your hands. It’s not that hard,” he said. You sighed and pulled our hands, revealing blood dripping down your left hand. He scoffed and nodded his head, disappointed. “So, what now, you gonna kill me?”

“Nah. I got new orders to bring in you and the bro,” you said, tilting your head back slightly.

“Well you can try.” He turned around, giving you an opening.

You drew your fist back, ready to give him a blow to the head. But he was expecting it. He turned around just in time, blocking your fist and pushing you back, giving him enough time to shut the makeshift shelf, and locking you in the dungeon.

---

“Well? Where is she?” Sam asked Dean as he walked down the stairs of the bunker. Dean was sat at the map table, feet up and nursing a whiskey.

“Locked in the dungeon.” Sam nodded and joined his brother at the table.

“Any word from Cas?”

“Uh, yeah. He’s on his way back here,” Dean said, taking another sip from his glass.

“So, uh, Mick said that we can get her back,” Sam said, prompting Dean to look up. “He’s getting this machine that can get in her head. One of us goes in and... I dunno, wakes her up or something? He should be here soon.”

“Great. Sooner we get this done, the better,” Dean said.

Not long after that, Cas came through the front door. “Well, where is she?” he asked.

“Huh, it’s like there’s a delayed echo in here,” Dean remarked, looking around the room as if searching for the echo.

“Uh, dungeon,” Sam answered, ignoring his brother. Cas nodded.

“What did Mick say?” He asked.

“He’s on his way here with some Men of Letters machine. Said we could get inside her head and bring her back out from there.”

“And this will work?” Castiel asked.

“He said it should,” Sam replied. Twenty-minutes later, and Mick had arrived, dragging a large suitcase behind him.

“Alright, chaps?” Mick greeted, walking down the steps, now carrying the suitcase. “So, where is she?”

Dean sighed. “Jesus Christ, I’m gonna go sleep to seeing hearing people say that,” he muttered to himself. “She’s in the dungeon.”

“Is that the machine?” Cas asked, nodding to the suitcase.

“Why, Castiel, you sound disappointed,” Mick said, a smirk playing on his face. “I had to cash in a huge favour for this. So you better convince her to come back to the light side.”

“Wait, we have to convince her?” Sam asked.

“Well, yeah. What’d you expect?”

Dean sighed. “Alright, what do we do?” he asked.

“We hook her up to this bad boy,” Mick said, slapping the suitcase, “and then hook one of you up to it as well. They talk to her and hopefully she wakes up herself and not some mindless monkey.”

“Oh, is that all?” Dean asked sarcastically. Mick gave him a look. “Okay, then, let’s do this.”

The other men agreed, before Cas headed to the dungeon, followed by Dean. He pulled back the shelf, expecting a fight, but instead saw you sitting against the wall—the skin on your knuckles split and bleeding along with your fingernails, your left arm cradling your right.

“What the hell happened?” Dean asked, stepping forward into the room. You didn’t reply, just moved your eyes to look up at him. “Fine, keep your secrets.”

Castiel took cautious steps forward until he was at your side, you watching him the whole time. He put two fingers on your forehead, and you were out like a lamp.

“That should give us enough time,” Cas said, before he scooped you up in his arms and carrying you through to the library.

They tied you down to a seat (can’t be too careful), and hooked you up to the wires of the machine. Dean pulled a seat out and sat it in front of you, since he volunteered to talk to you.

“I have a sedative for you,” Mick said. Dean gave him a questioning look. “Well, you can’t expect us to wait around until you doze off.”

“Alright. Just do it,” Dean said. Mick started to fiddle with the machine, lights flickering on. Then, he gave Dean the sedative, and within less than a minute, both you and Dean were unconscious in the library.

---

The first thing Dean noticed was the sound of wind chimes clanging together. He looked around and noticed that he was in someone’s garden, and he wasn’t alone. You were there, a younger version of you, being chased a little girl, laughter erupting from the both of you.

“Y/N?” Dean called out. But you didn’t respond. Instead, you slowed your running, giving the little girl a chance to catch you, and she did. She wrapped her arms around your legs and you toppled to the ground in a fit of laughter.

He walked towards you with a frown, not used to seeing you this happy. You looked around sixteen, meaning that this was before your hunting days. You never told him or Sam what happened to get you into hunting, but he’s guessing it has something to do with that little girl.

“Y/N! Maddie! Dinner!” Someone shouted from inside the house that stood behind Dean. He spun around to see a man leaning out of the back door. Then you and, who he could only presume to be Maddie, ran past him.

“Y/N!” Dean called again as you raced past, hoping to catch your attention. But again, just like last time, you completely ignored him. Giving up on calling your name, he decided on following you instead.

He watched as you and six other people sat around a large table, covered in buffet food. If there wasn’t a sense of urgency, then he would’ve been tempted to try and join in. There was a bit of everything; wraps, chicken, sausage rolls, vegetables, fruit, and about seven different types of cheese.

“Y/N.” Still nothing. “You gotta listen to me. You gotta break out of whatever this is. It’s not real,” he said with pleading eyes. But you kept your attention to the family surrounding you. “This world is in your head. Y/N, we need you. Your friends—your family—are fighting right now for you to wake up.”

Hope flickered in his chest when you froze for a moment, your food stopping just before your mouth.

“Are you alright, sweetie?” A woman from the table asked, pulling you from your stupor.

You cleared your throat. “Yeah, I’m fine, just... nothing. I’m–I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not,” Dean said, determined to save you. “You’re trapped in here while some snobby assholes control your body, making you someone you’re not, making you hurt your friends. And I’ve known you for long enough to know that if you had any idea on what was happening in the real world, you would be pissed and fighting back. You would fight, until every single one of them payed. Because they hurt the people you care about. So I need you to wake up, and you can do that with us by your side.”

You pulled your mouth into a tight smile, placing your cutlery down on your plate. “I’ll, uh, I’ll be back in a minute,” you said to the people at the table before standing up and walking away, Dean close on your tale. He followed you up some stairs and into what he guessed was your bedroom.

“I know you can hear me. Well, I don’t actually know, but I’m guessing,” he said, muttering the last bit under his breath. He was silent for a minute, thinking of something else to say. “You have been through so much, and you always manage to make it out on top. You have been, kidnapped, tortured, killed. Don’t let this be how your story ends. You are strong, Y/N. You can fight this.”

At this point, you had stopped with whatever you were doing, so you just stood there, staring at the floor. Dean took a step towards you, coming to your view, noticing the tears pooling in your eyelids.

“Just, please... wake up.”

---

“Should it take this long?” Sam asked as he paced the length of one of the library tables, shifting his eyes between you and his brother.

“Be patient,” Mick replied from the seat he was sitting in. “Wherever Y/N is, she’s probably happy—it’s not gonna be easy for Dean to convince her to come back to the real world.”

As if on cue, Dean’s eyes fluttered open, shortly followed by yours. None of the men realised the two of you were awake until you sucked in a deep gulp of air.

Castiel and Mick shot up from their seats and joined Sam—who was already standing—in staring suspiciously at you, wondering if you still wanted to kill them.

“Dean?” Sam spoke up.

“I think it’s her,” Dean answered, some how knowing what Sam was asking. He stood up on shaky legs, stabilising himself on the table, and made his way to you. You weren’t fully awake yet, your eyes fighting to stay open, your head struggling to stay up, and your mouth slack. He rested his hand on your shoulder and you grimaced, reminding Dean that it was the one you were cradling earlier.

“Y/N?” Sam asked, taking a step towards you. “Is that you?”

You gasped again, slowly coming to. You pulled your hands against the tape that held you to the wooden chair before you looked up to the four men in front of you, dazed and confused.

“Y/N?” Dean repeated, placing his hand on your good shoulder. You fixed your gaze on him.

“Wh—Maddie... Where’s...” You trailed off, a sudden sense of urgency in your voice. Dean looked at you through sad eyes.

“Y/N... that wasn’t real,” he said carefully. “You were living in a memory. I’m sorry, it wasn’t real.”

You looked down to the ground, searching for something you would never find. Dean called Sam over with a nod of his head and the two of them started to unbind your hands and ankles. You pressed your palm against your shoulder, still sitting in the chair.

“Here. Let me,” Dean said, gesturing for you to stand up. You shot him a confused look. “I think you dislocated it ramming into the dungeon shelves.”

You raised your eyebrows in shock and did as he said, standing up and letting him get your arm into the correct position gently. “Alright, I’m gonna count to three. Okay?” You nodded. “1...” He didn’t even get to two before he popped your shoulder back in and you yelped in surprise and pain.

You gave Mick a wary look while massaging your shoulder, noticing him for the first time, before returning your attention to Sam and Dean. “What happened?”

Nobody said anything for a while before Cas spoke up. “You were under the control of the British Men of Letters.”

Your jaw twitched, bloody knuckles clenching and your eyes closing, memories flashing before your eyelids; coming to the hard difficult decision of giving the British Men of Letters a chance, them luring you into a false sense of security before injecting you with something, forcing you to hurt and kill people you knew, people who trusted you. And last, trying to kill your best friends.

Before you knew it, tears were rolling down your face, being wiped away by the back of you palm before they got too far.

“Hey,” Sam started, placing a comforting hand on your arm, “none of this was your fault.”

You nodded faintly, even though everyone in the room could see right through. Because it was your fault. You said that you’d work with the Brits, you made the decision to trust them. It was your foolish choices. Not Sam’s. Not Dean’s. Yours. And now you had to live with that.

---

A soft knock pulled you from your thought. Startled, you look around your room for the noise, before realising that it came from your door. You cleared your throat before calling out, “Yeah?”

You smiled when you saw Sam’s sheepish grin through peak through the door. “Hey,” he greeted, opening the door wider so he could come in. He walked in and took a seat on the chair next to your bed. “How you doing?”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Sam, I’m fine. Honestly.”

He nodded, he clearly wasn’t convinced, though. But he knew that you weren’t going to talk about it. “Do you mind if I ask you something?” You nodded. “Who’s Maddie?”

You looked down at your hands, a sad smile gracing your face. “She was my niece,” you started quietly. “I loved her with everything I had. But, uh, one night when I was about eighteen, my brother and his wife were out, so they asked me to babysit her. And I did.” You paused, running a hand through your hair. “Not long after I put her to bed, I heard a crash come from her room. I thought she got out of bed, or something, and I went to go and check on her, but there was a woman climbing in through her window. She was heading for Maddie so I tried to fight her, but she was so strong.”

Sam leaned forward in his seat, his hands clasped on his knees.

“She threw me against a wall, and everyone tried to tell me that I was seeing things, but I knew that I saw extra teeth come out from her gums. Next thing I know, I’m waking up in the hospital with a bandage on my neck... and Maddie’s gone. Nowhere to be found. Nobody believed me, they kept saying that it was the adrenaline. So, I left home, learned about what lurks in the dark and tracked down the nest that took Maddie. When I found them...” you trailed off, taking a minute to compose yourself. “They killed her almost immediately after they took her.”

A comfortable silence washed over the room. Tears made their way down your face, and this time, you made no effort to stop them. Sam stood up and sat down on the end of your bed, placing a hand on your knee.

“Y/N, what happened to Maddie... there wasn’t anything you could’ve—”

“No, Sam!” You cried out. “You don’t... If I had just made sure that the window was properly locked, then she’d still be here.”

“If you know vampires as well as I think you do, then you know that you couldn’t have done anything to stop it. Especially when you weren’t a hunter then.”

At this point, your face was soaked, but you still didn’t care. “Well, I should’ve fought harder! I should’ve protected her! She was my responsibility, Sam!”

Before you could say anything else, you were being engulfed in Sam’s arms, the warmth of the hug surrounding you. The two of you stayed like that for a while; you sobbing into his chest and him gently hushing you until you calmed down.

Sam knew that whatever he said about it not being your fault would just go in one ear and out the other. He knows what it’s like to blame himself for someone’s death, it was practically in the job title of ‘Hunter’. So, for now, he would just hold you, and make sure that you knew you weren’t alone. Sure, you already knew you weren’t, but he knew you needed a reminder of that, especially with recent events. And who were you to complain; you’d take one of Sam’s famous bear hugs any chance you got.

After a few minutes, Sam broke the silence. “Wanna watch a movie?”

You smirked, pulling away from the hug. “You ever seen Deadpool?”

Sam chuckled. “I haven’t. But, Dean keeps telling me to watch it.”

“Well—” you clapped your hands together once— “what’re we waiting for, Sammy Boy?”

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ecofinisher · 4 years ago

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¡Vamos a España! - Chap 21

Chapter 21

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29442912/chapters/74750541

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13819897/21/Vamos-a-Espa%C3%B1a

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At the outside of the restaurant, Kai sat on the dinner table alone with Alfida, which were waiting for their order.

„Look at us, finally after a long time having a real date together on a restaurant and we‘re not in Scandinavia, we‘re now outside of our home,“ Kai mentioned. „It‘s been a while since we were on a date….I mean only us two. I‘m sorry I took Gerda the other night out with us. I just felt bad for leaving her alone,“

„It‘s okay, she‘s my friend too. I‘m happy if I could help her out back there,“ Said Alfida. „For now on, she‘s together with Orm figuring a way to get him under the citizens without calling much attention,“

„Good, it wouldn‘t be great, if Orm had to stay back all the time while we were out seeing the place. He agreed to tagalong to Portugal after all,“ „I know,“ Alfida commented taking her glass of water to drink.

„Alfida…..erm I know this is not the right moment for those sort of question and I hope I don‘t make you feel uncomfortable about it,“

„Obviously not, unless you‘re gonna ask me the question in Portuguese,“ Alfida commented.

„Why should I?“

„We‘re surrounded by people speaking in another language. We speak another language. Whatever you‘re going to say, they won‘t understand it,“

„Well you‘re actually right, erm…..have you ever thought about us two in the future?“ Kai asked making Alfida look curious at the boy.

„What exactly do you mean?“

„You know…..we‘re soon turning into adults in a few years and I‘m curious….what could the two of us do?“

„Well��.“ Alfida chuckled surprised about the question of her boyfriend. „I‘m really surprised at your question. If you want me to be honest, I haven‘t thought about it either. One of the things I‘m certain about wanting to keep in the future is you,“ Alfida announced reaching her hands over the table close to the boy to grab them. Kai smiled at the girlfriend, then a waitress showed up bringing the two a plate with a large grilled corncob with small baked potatoes on it.

„There you go,“ The middle-aged waitress said. „Bom Apetite,“

„Thank you, I mean….Obrigada,“ Alfida commented along with Kai, which said it in another language.

„Gracias….oh wait a second,“ Kai mentioned looking at Alfida, which looked at him neutrally, then both began to laugh at Kai‘s mistake. „Okay I was thinking for a split second we were in Spain again,“

„We‘ll get used to it,“ Assured Alfida earning a nod from Kai. „So shall we start dinner?“ Questioned Alfida watching Kai lift her hand and move his face to peck her on the hand making her giggle softly. „Aww, you‘re never done this in public,“

„I know, but It‘s not bad to take some new steps,“ Commented the raven-haired boy.

„It‘s always good to try something new,“ Mentioned the girl earning a nod from the boyfriend, then they heard someone scream and the two looked across the road to see a woman, which had fainted and Gerda stay there with an disguised Orm hiding his face tight behind a hand fan.

„Is that Orm?“ Kai asked while Alfida widened her eyes as she saw what Orm was using as a disguise and did a face palm.

„This was a terrible idea,“ Alfida commented, then the friends arrived at the table and Gerda smiled a little bashfully.

„Hey you two,“ Gerda greeted then took a free chair from another table to set it beside Alfida, then took another one so she could sit down along with Orm. „I‘m sorry Alfida, my cousin had to borrow your clothing because hers got wet“

„What are you babbling around, lass?“ Alfida asked at Gerda‘s comment, then she rolled her eyes at Orm. „I know, that Orm is behind that disguise,“

„I‘m trying to hide him, can‘t you talk a little…..quiet?“

„If you‘re thinking like Kai, everyone around her understands us, you‘re wrong. It‘s sufficient enough to know he looks like a girl, until we‘re back at our ship,“ Alfida mentioned.

„Okay that‘s good then,“ Gerda said, then looked at Orm, which was leaning his face closer to Kai, which was eating a cut piece from the potato, and glanced at Orm a little intimidated.

„What are you doing?“ Kai mumbled.

„Orm‘s hungry you know,“ Gerda mentioned making Orm nod.

„May I have one of your potatoes?“ Orm asked with a fake feminine voice, making Kai grunt amused by the troll‘s try to play the role of a woman.

„Oh uh of course,“ Kai responded, then picked up one potato and held it up with the fork behind the fan, so Orm could snap it with his mouth, then he widened his eyes and swallowed the potato at once burning himself on it.

„Ouch!“ Orm complained making his friends shriek.

„Hold yourself together,“ Kai flinched at Orm‘s reaction. „Why didn‘t you blew at the potato?“

„I thought it wasn‘t that hot!“ Orm complained making Gerda roll her eyes while Alfida growled.

„Guys, you‘re not helping. Try to remain normal,“ Gerda whispered, then a waiter appeared shrieking the quartet.

„Is there a problem?“ Asked the waiter, then Kai faked a smile and looked at Alfida and Gerda hoping for a save from the situation.

„Oh, my two cousins just arrived, and…..Gretel just hit her ankle as she sat here with us. Nothing to worry about, she‘s feeling better now,“ Alfida lied earning a nod from the waiter.

„Would the two like to order something to eat and drink?“ The man asked holding his eyes at Orm, which had his face hidden behind the fan.

„A simple salad,“ Orm spoke with a high voice. „I‘m not very hungry,“

„Okay and a glass of water I may ask or what about wine?“ Questioned the waiter watching Orm look at Gerda, which shrugged her shoulders.

„You know I think one glass would not be bad,“ Orm answered making Gerda smile, then the waiter looked at Gerda.

„What about the blonde miss?“

„The potatoes with the corncob would be great as well for me,“ Gerda responded. „And to drink I‘ll stick for now with water,“

„Sure, thank you,“ The man said moving away from the quartet, then Orm looked with his eyes above the fan, then back at the girls.

„How strong are the wines here?“ Orm asked making Alfida shrug her shoulders.

„I‘m not sure what sort of volumes the wines here have got,“

„Orm you better be careful with the drink before you‘ll go all awkwardly around or worse...you show everyone what is under that clothing,“ Gerda warned.

„I‘ll hand out a bit to you all, I swear,“ Orm said slipping out of his feminine voice.

„Alright,“

„I hope you have a good nose for wines,“ The pirate girl mentioned watching Orm give her a thumb up, then Gerda pulled the sleeve down to cover his hand.

„Haven‘t you found a way to disguise his furry hands?“ Kai asked making Gerda shake her head.

„No one will ask as long as he keeps them hidden,“ Mentioned the older sister.

„That‘s good to know,“ The brother mentioned a little unsure about the idea of hiding the troll.

On Thursday the groups had split up in two groups and Rollan, Pastor, Marina sat in a carriage with several other students riding on a road back to the next town. Behind the followed part two of their group, where Ernesto and Enrico sat minding their own business.

„Nicholas, Thiago, and Diego already quit, that‘s sad,“ Pastor mentioned.

„This seemed too much pressure on them, so the best thing for them was to quit now. I heard from Thiago already, that he didn‘t have many chances so he preferred to just leave,“ Marina commented. „So far everyone else from our group seems to do well at those tasks,“

„I‘m glad this is going well for me…..I mean us. If we keep up the good work we will make it to the end,“ Said Rollan. „Some of us could possibily work at the king‘s castle,“

„Will there be a difference if we work for the king or down around the towns?“ Pastor questioned making Rollan shrug his shoulders.

„Perhaps a higher salary?“ Mentioned Rollan. „As long as I can help my mom out of her debts it doesn‘t matter if I work at the castle or have to work around the town,“

„And how long do you think you will need to help out your mother?“ Marina asked making Rollan shrug his shoulders.

„For now on, I‘m not sure, but I assume until the end of this year. Our formation is going to take how long again?“

„Three months for now. Then we‘ll be partnered with an experienced guard for the next two, three months,“ Explained Marina.

„Yeah,“ Rollan replied. „I wonder how long I‘ll be distanced from Gerda,“

„Oh you miss her a lot do you?“ Pastor asked making Rollan smile a little embarassed.

„It‘s not the same to exchange mails with her when we‘re both far away from each other,“

„Or when you‘re not personally with her here or there,“ Pastor added making Rollan nod.

„One good thing about this all now is, that Gerda is coming to Alicante along with an old friend of hers, because of the puppies you saw at my mama‘s house, “Rollan mentioned. „On our last letter she wrote she would take a few more days, because they had come to the conclusion, since they were in this trip they could take a look at Madrid and go out to the Porto, Lisbon and so on, before turning towards Alicante. So they could get to know more about where they passed by,“

„They‘ve been going all the way up from the Scandinavian peninsula just to get back the puppies. That‘s quite a long way up here,“ Marina commented.

„Yeah, mostly for….well I don‘t want to sound rude…..house pets,“ Pastor mentioned.

„Well….they‘re very special and important to that one friend of him. They‘re…..like his children,“ Rollan said, then watched a few students get up and his friends noticed it too, then saw their carriage had stopped in front of a library.

„Hey I‘ve heard of this library“ Rollan mentioned looking at the two-leveled building. „This is the one library has listed most legends from all over the world,“

„Really?“ Pastor asked. „How do you know?“

„The very first book my mama borrowed me was from San Martín. The one soldier, that had cut his cape in half to give it a poor man on a rainy night,“ Rollan mentioned. „I even got one cape inspired by the one in the book,“

„Sounds cool,“

Later on, all sat inside the library in small groups and Pastor already had picked a book to look at it. Rollan stood on top of a ladder looking throught a bookshelf and Marina was down on the ground reading the summary of a book she had pulled out.

„That seems interesting,“ Marina said pulling out a thick book, then opened it on the first page.

„What book?“

„Tomoe Gozen,“ Marina responded. „She was one of the fewer women back in Japan to participate along with Samurais at the war,“

„I think I haven‘t read that yet. But I read one called Mulan. It also was about a woman, which was the only female warrior in a area with only men, „ Rollan explained earning a nod from Marina. „There are more young women, that appear in legends. They‘re just not a lot at the moment,“ Rollan counted, while pulling out each book back and forth to see their title.

„With that movement, you‘re not going to find yourself a book to read,“ Marina commented observing Rollan looking at the books, then Rollan pulled out a book and smiled, then slided down the ladder.

„It exists here,“ Rollan announced watching Marina look neutral at the boy, which showed her the cover of the book.

„The Snow Queen?“ Marina read. „Isn‘t that the villain your girlfriend defeated?“

„Yes and that girl here somewhere on one of those pages is her as a child,“ Rollan stated searching throught the book for the illustration of his girlfriend, when she was younger. „There she is,“

„Okay….,“ Marina commented a little unconvinced about Rollan.

„I know what you‘re thinking. I‘m crazy, aren‘t you?“ Questioned the Spaniard.

„Well it‘s weird for me to assume that this here is the truth,“

„Okay…...Makes sense…..wait a minute,“ Rollan asked giving the girl the book, then he got up on the letter to search for another book. „There must be a book about the Mirrorlands,“

„I think you would need to look for that on another letter,“ Mentioned Marina and Rollan jumped down grabbing the book of the Snow Queen.

„You‘re right, I‘m going back to the other side,“ Rollan mentioned walking along with the brunette to Pastor, which was focused on the book, then Marina sat down while Rollan passed behind the friend and noticed Marina sit down next to Pastor. „You‘re not coming?“

„I already got my book, if you find it you can still show it to me, don‘t need to worry about it,“ Marina offered making Rollan nod and walk away to search for the other book.

„Uh did I miss something?“ Pastor asked making Marina shrug.

„Well I still have a hard time believing that his girlfriend is a legend from a book,“ Marina told the boy, which was listening to the brunette.

„I don‘t know why he would lie to us about having a girlfriend or why exactly one of the books. It may sound silly as you say, but he‘s speaking more about this and he showed us a letter she sent him, so I don‘t think there‘s a need to feel weird about him. It could be the case, that this Gerda is another Gerda, which is similar to the book Gerda,“

„That makes no sense, there is only one Gerda in a legend,“ Marina mentioned.

„I‘m not sure, but I prefer to let things be like they are now. If for some reason this here isn‘t true, well we just question him about it and the issue is solved,“ Suggested the boy.

„Alright. Is it weird, that I‘m suspicious of Rollan about that aspect, or is it my impression only?“

„To be honest, since we began to get to know him and he told you about having a girlfriend, you got to see him different,“

„Honestly I think it began already on the day I saw him with the puppies from his friend,“

„What do the puppies have to do with all that?“

„Can‘t you recall that day? The way he talked. He talked as if he was trying to come up with an excuse. It‘s like he‘s hiding something from us. We‘re his friends, isn‘t that a little weird?“

„Well, we just meet him about two weeks ago. Not everyone trusts someone that fast. Would you trust me enough after those days with I don‘t know…..the color of your underwear?“ Pastor asked making Marina shut her eyes dumbfounded at the question. „I‘m sorry, I couldn‘t come up with a better example,“ „He doesn‘t need to tell us his deepest secrets, but I find it odd, that he lies….or seems to lie about such things, that are not even needed to lie about,“

„He doesn‘t know us for very long. He could be afraid to tell it to us in fear we would laugh at him or give up our friendship with him,“

„Look if you want confront him with that, do it…. or do what I would do in your place, give him a chance to open up more. Maybe he‘s got a reasonable way he‘s doing all that, maybe he doesn‘t even know why he‘s doing that,“

„I‘ll think about that,“ Marina said, then Pastor patted the girl on the shoulder making her smile.

Rollan in the meanwhile found a book with the title he was looking for, then he placed it back sadly as he found out it wasn‘t that what he was looking for.

„Guess like I‘m going to read this again,“ Rollan said looking at the cover to see a girl standing in the snow looking at a palace made of ice. Rollan placed the book under his arm and walked along the corridor with the bookshelves passing behind another student, then he noticed a cart filled with books and he looked down at them getting curious at what books those were. Rollan looked at the title and found one under the title Fire and Ice, then took it out to see on the cover the wishing stone and two hands lying flat over the stone, then Rollan widened his eyes in shock as he recognized the stone.

„No…..,“ Rollan whispered, then flicked through the book to find anything that would lead this to the adventure he and Gerda were together on their first time and spotted a drawing of Gerda sitting on the floor looking toward a guy in lava-themed clothing looking down at her. Rollan read the page carefully slowly beginning to get tensed with it and behind him appeared Ernesto walking with a book in his hands, then he noticed Rollan shivering a little and tapped him on the shoulder shrieking him.

„Woah!“ Rollan cried letting the book fall down, while Ernesto flinched his teeth in surprise, then watched Rollan pick up the book and hold it tight to him.

„Is the book interesting?“ Ernesto asked watching Rollan hide behind his back.

„Ye…..yeah it is,“ Rollan responded. „I don‘t…..really want to share this with anyone here,“ Rollan commented, then someone behind him took the book shrieking Rollan to see one of the group look at the book.

„What a weird image for this title,“ The boy commented, then Rollan grabbed the book faking a smile at the student.

„Sorry I already borrowed this book,“ Rollan said, then Ernesto took the other book from Rollan‘s hand, which was about the Snow Queen, and opened it.

„Didn‘t you talk the other day about the Snow Queen book?“ Ernesto asked watching Rollan look at him and nod.

„Yes,“ Rollan said watching Ernesto place the book on the cart.

„Calm down, I‘m not going to do you anything,“ Ernesto mentioned. „What‘s wrong?“

„Nothing, I just was shocked about what was happening in one of those sites,“

„Oh okay. Could you handle it?“

„I‘m not through it. I‘m….not even sure if I should do it,“

„Shall I do it for you?“

„No, no, it‘s fine. I‘ll do it myself…..it‘s for the best,“ Rollan said walking further, leaving Ernesto back and Rollan got his nose back into the book to continue reading it.

Rollan skipped further to the next pages passing his finger over the text quick to follow the plot of what happened afterward in the story and leafed throught more pages stopping on a sketch that showed the entire troll kingdom on fire and how the stone-monster was threatening a trio of citizens and behind him stood Gerda‘s illustration watching in shock, what was happening. Rollan threw the book away at the ground and passed his hands through his hair in shock at what he had been reading.

„How could I let this happen to me?“ Rollan asked himself, then he walked away and crashed at the corner against a student, then gazed at him in shock, while the student looked at him surprised and Rollan moved along, making the student shrug his shoulders and get into the corridor. Enrico came along with a book into the same corridor, then spotted on the ground the book Rollan had left back and he bent down to pick it up to look at it, then squinted his eyes to read the resume.

„Two teenagers got into the forbidden cave and got in contact with the wishing stone hoping it would grant them a wish……...Due to the release of those forces, catastrophic events began to occur around the kingdom and…...ble, ble, ble……not really interesting,“ Enrico said placing the book on the cart, then saw Ernesto show up with a book then saw the book which Rollan had in his hands before on the cart.

„Didn‘t Rollan want that book?“ Ernesto asked watching Enrico roll his eyes down at the book and pick it up.

„This one?“ Enrico asked earning a nod from the friend. „What‘s so special about it?“

„Rollan seemed pretty shocked about something in it,“ Ernesto mentioned watching Enrico grab the book to open it, then chuckled.

„Notice how the first page talks about a Spaniard named Rollan and a Scandinavian girl named Gerda,“ Enrico pointed out. „You know….I really think he was right that one time he mentioned having a girlfriend with that name,“

„If that‘s so, why is he acting this weird? Did something happen?“ Ernesto asked making the friend shrug his shoulders.

„I think I‘m going to analyze this,“ Enrico mentioned closing the book and taking it under his arm. „Maybe it has something to do with those strange creatures we saw back at the beach or we get to know anything that could help us to get Rollan out of here,“

„Why should we get rid of him?“ Ernesto asked. „He didn‘t interfere with any of our jobs with your dad?“

„I know, but I know when something‘s suspicious and no one else does anything he will be the one doing that and when he finds out what‘s up, we‘re all screwed,“ Enrico told his friend quietly. „If you excuse me, I‘m going to take a look at this,“ Enrico announced leaving his friend back, which looked along the corridor to only spot Pastor and Marina reading their books together.https://archiveofourown.org/works/29442912/chapters/74750541

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jowritesthingss · 5 years ago

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A (Demi)Boy and His Demon: Prologue

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Pairing(s): LoSleep (Logic | Logan + Sleep | Remy)

Rating: Teen

Content Warning(s): lots of swearing, religion mention, demons mention, injury/blood (Remy gets a papercut)

Length: 1,418 words

Brief Summary: Sleep-deprived writer Remy accidentally summons a serious-and-seriously-fed-up demon named Logan. Prologue. In Which Remy Inadvertently Summons a Demon

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In Remy’s defense, he hadn’t exactly meant to summon a demon in the middle of a coffee shop on just another typical Tuesday.

And they most certainly hadn’t meant to bind the poor sap to them for the rest of their (presumably now-shortened and miserable) life.

But there he was.

And that was exactly what he had done.

But—erm, well. We’ll get there.

“Remy!” a familiar voice chirped as said enby pushed the door open to his favorite haunt. “Do you how do?”

“Ugh. Like, horrible.” The answer was instinctual at this point. Usually it was just sarcastic, but on a deadline like this? Satan had nothing on the wrath of an editor.

The echo of the bell ringing bright through his ears, Remy walked over to the front counter, where his good friend and caffeine addiction enabler stood. They tried in vain to pretend that they were swaggering and not at all staggering from sleep deprivation and lack of caffeine.

“So it’ll be the usual for you, then, yeah?” Emile smiled, and god, for all the years they’ve spent working as a barista themselves, Remy would never understand how Emile could stay so upbeat while on-shift.

“You know it, gurl,” Remy answered, fishing out his wallet. “Although gimme the largest size this time, hun’.”

Emile clucked sympathetically, already turning and getting started on Remy’s iced coffee. “Deadline coming up?”

“Uh-huh. Tonight.” Remy sighed, slapping a ten dollar bill onto the counter. “I’m due to get the script for chapter sixty-nine to Remus, but like, he’s been too busy giggling over the number of the upcoming chapter to finish the one we’re supposed to publish tomorrow. Virgil’s on the warpath, and I’ve been roped into designing shit to make up for Remus falling behind.” He rolled his eyes.

“Golly, that sure sounds rough.” Emile slid some ice into Remy’s coffee before popping a lid on it, swirling it a couple times, and sliding it across the counter with some verbal sound effects to accompany it. He picked up the tenner and began to punch things into the cash register, counting out change for Remy. “But I believe in you!”

“Gurl, you shouldn’t. I don’t,” Remy snickered. They reached back into their bag, groping around for their reusable straw. Pulling it out, he popped it into his cup. “There’s a reason I’m the brains behind the writing of this operation, not the art. You think I’d be working with those idiots if I had a choice?”

“Yes, I do,” Emile said mildly. He handed over Remy’s change.

“Yeah, yeah. That’s fair.” Shoving his change into the tips jar, Remy rolled his eyes. Again. They did that a lot. Which, how could he not, when he was surrounded by so many dorks?

“Anyways, I’ll be in my usual corner, I guess.” Remy jerked their head towards their usual corner table. “Lemme know if you need any help back there, babe. Or if any tea needs spilling.” They winked at Emile from behind their sunglasses before turning and heading to sit down.

Once seated, Remy pulled out his laptop and the battered spiral notebook that he kept most of his ideas for their comic in. Exchanging their sunglasses somewhat reluctantly for a pair of blue light glasses, he booted up his computer. Then, after setting everything up in its typical position and connecting to the wifi in the coffee shop, Remy allowed themself a moment to sit back and sip at their iced coffee.

The contrasting tastes of sweet white mocha and bitter coffee filled his mouth, and Remy felt his shoulders relax for what had to be the first time in twelve to twenty-four hours.

Classes earlier in the day had been an absolute nightmare of scribbling in margins and surreptitiously typing the script up on his phone when professors weren’t looking. Then the night before had been a horror-filled dream sequence of exhaustion and trying to write actual content down without falling asleep on the keyboard and waking up with the L key imprinted on their nose and sixteen pages of keysmashes.

So suffice to say, Remy was not having a good time. But the iced coffee? It warmed their gay little heart. It made things just a bit more bearable on days like this.

All too soon the buzzing of his phone reminded Remy of their subsequent impending deadline and doom, and he came crashing back down to earth.

Sipping once more at their iced coffee, Remy set it off to the side, slipping in his earbuds and focusing in on the Word document in front of him. They began to type.

Three hours and two refills later, Remy had finished chapter sixty-nine, had sent it to Virgil to look over, and had even started on chapter seventy for a good measure.

Until Virgil sent back his edits, Remy’s focus of the moment had shifted to designs for chapter sixty-six, which Remus should’ve started drawing a few days ago, but nooo, the asshat wasn’t even done shading sixty-five, which was supposed to be posted in...Remy consulted their phone...in roughly six hours now. Fuck.

Remy couldn’t draw for shit, but they could research like nobody’s business, and designing and sketching was simple enough, so he wasn’t entirely unused to getting dragged into stuff like physical character designs and the creation of symbols and outfits (Remus was far too oafish and uncoordinated when it came to fashion, anyway).

Shaky as Remy’s art was, Remus certainly knew how to pick out what he liked from Remy’s miserable excuses for sketches, at least, so their partnership worked well enough...even if Remy privately thought his similarly-named partner acted like a dolt and smelled like minute ramen (and not even the good kind! more like the shrimp kind, and what the fuck kind of imbecile eats shrimp-flavored microwave ramen).

Finally satisfied with the roughly-sketched summoning circle that they had copied from the web, Remy exited out of Google Images.

Summoning circles, Remy had to admit, were a new topic of research for him. Their story—a Good Omens-type comic centering around an angel and a demon trapped in the human world—had required plenty of research into religion and religious imagery, of which they had not been a fan, but for some reason summoning circles had never really cropped up on their radar.

Remy may not have been a fan of the concept of angels, but he certainly wasn’t a fan of the concept of demons and the occult, either, so digging through the ominously dark websites had been...interesting. Eventually they had just given up and straight-up copied a summoning circle at random. They could take that and go from there, adding their own flair to it.

Remy looked down at the shaky summoning circle he had sketched out before him. It was kinda lopsided, but it was whatever. It was also much too boring, if you asked him. When they sent Remus their final reference, they’d put a note in the margins telling him to add some of that weird gory imagery stuff he was obsessed with. “Creep would really like that, huh,” Remy muttered aloud to himself.

Scrutinizing the copied circle for a few more moments, Remy mentally listed out some of the changes they wanted to make—an extra line here, a circle there, take out that square—and they reached into their backpack for one of the random looseleaf sheets of paper he always had floating around in there. Only, they grabbed at the wrong corner of the paper.

Feeling the sheet of paper slice into their pointer finger, Remy quietly hissed out a breath. “Fuck.” He drew his finger out of the bag, pulling it up to his face to get a good look at the injury, and shit, the papercut was bad enough that it was actually bleeding.

“Goddammit,” Remy cursed as a few drops of crimson splattered onto the paper in front of them, blurring over the details of the summoning circle he had drawn.

Remy popped his finger into his mouth and sucked at the smidgen of blood leaking out. Deciding to actually look at what they were sticking their hand into this time, they turned to the left, fully intending to practically stick his head into his bag to find a napkin and that pesky sheet of paper both.

This was how they came to be aware of the person who appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, to stand to the side of their table.

Prologue || One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six

This was supposed to be a one-shot, but Remy told Logan to hold their coffee and then bullied me into making it a prologue and six chapters’ worth of useless gays. I accept my defeat with dignity and insist that it was, in fact, actually my decision in order to get used to writing multi-chap things again before I tackle my Big Bad AUs.

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eryiss · 7 years ago

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Gambler’s Luck: Chapter Twenty Three

Summary: A drunken night at a bar; that’s how it always starts. A few shots, some self loathing and a decision you would never make when sober. But for Laxus Dreyar, the morning after doesn’t include regret, copious amounts of aspirin and a stranger in his bed. For he only made one drunken decision, becoming the personal driver for professional gambler - Freed Justine. [Fraxus Multi-Chap]

You can read it on FanFiction, Archive of Our Own or under the cut. You can also catch up using the chapter list here. Hope you enjoy ^.^

Chapter Twenty-Three – The Hospital

Time – 19:26pm

Fate was cruel, Laxus had concluded.

It seemed like there was no other conclusion to make. The moment Laxus found any stability, any happiness, anything even remotely good in his life, fate had a plan to ruin it for him. First, he finds a good job and his life starts to resemble something normal, and then his mother comes and ruins that all over again. And now, after he finally starts to feel happy with a man who seems to be the perfect partner for him, and this is where fate takes him. The shitty corridor of a fucking hospital.

The news had hit him like a sucker punch. Given his age, Makarov was remarkably healthy and active, so Laxus had never considered the possibility of him having a heart attack, or really getting badly sick at all. But something must have been wrong and Laxus couldn't stop himself from blaming himself; for god's sake, he knew Makarov's diet wasn't the most healthy but he had done nothing to change it. What if that was the reason?

Freed had told him that blaming himself was useless and just making things worse. Laxus pretended to agree.

Driving from the pub to the hospital hadn't taken long, and Laxus wasn't sure if Freed had even tried to kept to the speed limit. Laxus wasn't really sure of anything that had happened during the drive; Freed had completely taken control. It seemed that he was on the phone outside of the pub one moment, and listening to Freed negotiate with the hospital receptionist the next. It was good that Freed had done the talking, Laxus doubted he had the patience to deal with the woman without making a scene and probably harming his chances of seeing his grandfather.

And now they simply had to wait. The corridor of the hospital had some seats scattered around, and the two men were sitting in the ones nearest the room Makarov was being held in. Nobody had told them anything about his condition, other than he was alive but being closely monitored. It calmed Laxus to hear that, if only a little bit.

"Thanks for sitting with me," Laxus muttered.

Freed looked towards the blonde, frowning a little. The blonde was hunched over, elbows resting on his knees and hands against his forehead. His right leg was bouncing slightly, and his eyes hadn't moved once from the spot on the floor they'd landed on.

Though it seemed unnecessary to say it, Freed was worried about him. The car ride had been almost silent and, every time Freed had looked towards him, Laxus seemed to be in a daze. It was hard to blame him. Although he hadn't actually met the man – having only seen him once from inside the car – he knew how much his grandfather meant to Laxus. Having him in such a fragile state must be horrible, not knowing what was happening to him must be comparable to torture.

"Of course," Freed replied, voice almost soft. "If there's anything else I can-"

"No, no," Laxus muttered again, cutting him off. "Just keep being here, y'know. Just need a bit of company."

"Sure," Freed nodded a little.

They both went quiet, allowing Laxus time to retreat into his own mind again; something arguably worse than the awkward conversation that could be forced between them both if Laxus wanted it. The blonde couldn't seem to settle on a topic, and none of them were good. But still, despite the nauseating feeling that his mind was causing, his thoughts still raced.

He knew that, just because Makarov had survived, doesn't mean he was fine. The fact it had happened at all meant Makarov would be fragile, and there was still the chance that the doctors would miss something or whatever caused the attack would continue and, possibly, Makarov could end up…

No, he shouldn't entertain that possibility.

But he knew he had to. Makarov was an old man who had just went through a heart attack, for fucks sake. Of course there was a damn chance that he wouldn't live through it. And Laxus had no fucking idea how he would cope if that actually happened. It made his stomach drop and throat lump just thinking about it.

Makarov had always been there. Always. He'd been one of the few constants in Laxus' life, and perhaps the only person Laxus could say that he loved. Yes, they'd fought many times over the years, but he was probably the person who knew Laxus the most and the blonde couldn't imagine a world where he wasn't there. Because he was always there. Always willing to help him out when he was going through some shit, always allowing him to crash on his sofa when his heating was fucked during the winter or a pipe burst under his sink, and always there to tell him to get on with life no matter what was thrown at him.

It was almost ironic. Makarovs advice of pushing through his issues didn't work when the issue was Makarov.

There was just too much happening. Too many possibilities to think about, and only one of them was anywhere near good. No matter what happened, Makarov would still have to recover from a heart attack, he would still be fragile as hell and would possibly have to change his lifestyle; Laxus didn't know what he would do if anything worse than that happened.

So he forced himself not to think about it. Because he couldn't cope with the alternative.

"I should call Mira," Laxus spoke up again, Freed looking towards him in confusion. "She asked me to come by the bar once we finished, wanted to find out how it went, I guess. And she's known Gramps for as long as we've known each other, she should probably know."

"Of course," Freed patted Laxus' thigh in a small gesture of comfort.

Laxus pulled out his phone, opened his contacts and scrolled down to Mirajane's name. He moved his thumb to the call button, but stopped himself from pressing it. If he cancelled on Mirajane, she would need to know why, and Laxus would have to tell her what happened. He didn't know if he could actually say it without letting out the feelings he was trying to hold back; and he wasn't ready for that to happen. Not yet at least.

His grip on his phone tightened a little, and he tried to will himself to push call. But he couldn't. He locked his phone, annoyed at himself and pissed at the situation. The only comfort he felt was the hand on his leg, which tightened a little to get his attention. Laxus looked up to Freed.

"D'you want me to do it?" Freed offered, voice slightly concerned.

"You don't mind?"

"Of course not," Freed had a small, comforting smile on his face. His hand was still resting in the comforting way it had before. "Anything to make this a little easier."

"Thanks," Laxus sent a weak, false smile back. "E-erm, you don't mind if I go for a smoke, do ya? I only do it when I'm stressed and, well, you can guess. And, I don't really wanna be here when you're talking about it."

"That's fine," Freed patted his leg. Laxus was thankful Freed wasn't making a big deal about the smoking.

"I won't be long," Laxus assured him, standing up. He was still slightly dazed in his appearance. "Erm, just text me or something if there's any…"

He motioned towards the door his grandfather was behind, and Freed nodded. Laxus slowly started to walk down the corridor towards the staircase, acting more on autopilot than anything else. Before entering the stairwell, he looked over his shoulder to see that Freed had pulled out his phone and was holding it against his ear. He saw Laxus look towards him and gave him a small, sympathetic smile. Laxus returned it weakly and left before he could hear the conversation.

The walk towards the smoking area went quickly, even though it took about five minutes to get there. It was only then he realised that he didn't have anything to smoke – he really only did it on rare occasions – so looked around a little lost. An older man must have seen this, as he walked towards Laxus.

"Want one?" He offered, holding forward a cigarette.

"Thanks," Laxus took it, allowing the man to light it before taking a small drag. He winced; he really didn't enjoy smoking much, but it did help calm his nerves whenever needed.

"Are you okay," The man asked, Laxus looking towards him.

"Grandad had a heart attack," Laxus found himself saying. "The guy basically raised me, so it's kind of shit."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Nah, it's fine."

It wasn't fine, but Laxus tried not to be the type to push his problems onto other people, certainly not strangers. But at least that put an end to the conversation and allowed Laxus some time to think in the slightly fresh air, this time without the suffocating atmosphere of the hospital. He breathed out a small puff of smoke, trying to force himself to confront what was happening; the fact that there was a chance of him losing the man who raised him.

He would have to clean out the old man's apartment and get rid of the things he didn't need. He'd have to organise a fucking funeral for him, because there was nobody else to do it. He would have to tell all of his friends that he was gone. He wouldn't see him again...

It wasn't fair.

His short spiral was cut off when his phone buzzed in his pocket. His heart lurched a little at the sudden vibration, and he immediately assumed that it was Freed telling him that some news had come out about Makarov. That could either be good or bad, entirely dependant on what the news was. He pulled out his phone quickly, hoping to god it was good news.

Only he saw that it wasn't news at all, or Freed for that matter. It was a short text from Mirajane; she must have finished talking with Freed then. His heart drooped a little.

From: Mirajane

Hey sweetie. I'm sorry to hear about Makarov. I'll come to see you as soon as I get off work. Cana said that she'll be there soon. But I can tell her not to come if you don't want.

Okay. So it wasn't anything bad then, at least that was something. He still would have rather have something to keep him calm, even if it was just a nurse telling him that his grandfather was stable. Just something.

But he knew that he would be told as soon as something came out. So he quickly unlocked his phone and typed out a quick reply, deciding that he would rather have Cana be there than not. He knew it was unfair to expect Freed be with him for however long it took for something to happen with Makarov. At least if Cana was there, he could let Freed go home without being alone.

To: Mirajane

Thanks. And don't worry about telling her, might be nice to have her here. See you later.

He pocketed his phone before he could see a reply, flicked the cigarette to the ground and stomped it out, nodded to the man who had given it to him, and started to walk towards the hospital's entrance again. The moment he walked through the automatic door, he found himself filled with the same nauseating feeling again. He looked towards the clock on the wall as he passed, to see that it was only 7:39. He had only been here for twenty-five minutes.

This was going to be a long fucking night.

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Time – 20:02pm

The silence was starting to get to Laxus. Occasionally somebody would walk past – once or twice it had been a nurse and Laxus had perked up to see if they knew what was happening with Makarov – but other than that, the corridor was practically silent. Even Freed was silent, but Laxus had surmised that he probably didn't want to push him into a conversation he didn't want; Laxus was thankful for it.

His foot was still bouncing and body still tense, and the longer he was kept waiting the more nervous he was. Surely, if Makarov was okay, they would be able to tell him by now. They knew he was waiting for any news at all, so why wouldn't they tell him anything unless they thought it would upset him?

He really needed to stop going to the worst-case scenario.

It was hard to stop, though. He found himself becoming more erratic as time passed, getting to the point where his eyes would immediately flicker towards the door at the end of the corridor any time someone so much as passed by it. He knew it wasn't healthy, and it certainly wasn't helping, but he couldn't stop himself.

One thing that had helped him was Freed. Yes, conversation between them both had been limited, but his presence was comforting. Occasionally, Freed would place his hand on Laxus' leg and leave it there, reminding Laxus that he was there for him and that he was willing to help however he could. Laxus counted himself lucky to have someone willing to do this with him; he still felt a little guilty for keeping Freed here but had yet to voice this as he didn't want to be left alone.

Perhaps that was selfish. But if there was any situation where that was justified, it was now.

Now out of habit, Laxus' eyes flickered to the door when he noticed it open from down the corridor. However, he didn't feel the sense of nervous disappointment when he was greeted with the sight of a random person, nor was he filled with anxiety as he was when he saw a nurse who could tell him anything at all. Rather, he felt an odd sense of comfort at the two women who were walking towards them.

"Laxus, darling," The soft voice was familiar, and almost made Laxus smile. Evergreen. "I'm so sorry."

It had been quite some time since they had seen each other. After finding out she was back in Magnolia, they had planned to meet and catch up, but it had yet to happen. Perhaps she had intended to join in the post-date interrogation, but obviously that wasn't happening.

She and Cana made quick work of the distance between them, and Ever quickly gave Laxus a half hug. It was obvious by the expression on her face that she was affected by the news of Makarov's state – he basically turned into a surrogate grandfather to anyone who had known Laxus as a child, her included – but she was trying not to show it. Laxus appreciated it, and hoped she knew that without him saying anything.

"How is he?" Cana asked, not moving to hug Laxus. She was never the most physical, unless drunk.

"We don't know. Won't tell us anything," Laxus sighed. He then realised that Ever and Freed hadn't actually met, and Ever was looking at him with a small amount of confusion. "Shit, sorry. Freed, this is Ever, she's one of my school friends, moved away a while ago so you haven't met her. Ever, this is Freed. You probably heard about him."

"Hi," Ever smiled a little looking towards Freed.

"Hello," Freed replied, thinking it not appropriate to greet her in the way he normally would. Saying 'its nice to meet you' or a variation of that seemed unkind towards Laxus.

Evergreen took the final seat in the corridor, putting Laxus in the middle of her and Freed. Cana had decided to lean against the wall, looking down at Laxus with a small expression of worry. She managed to catch Freed's eye and, after being sure she had his attention, she mouthed 'He okay?' as subtly as she could. Freed frowned a little and shook his head, just enough to reply to her without letting Laxus know.

With a small sigh, Cana spoke up. "So you really don't know anything?"

"Not about how he's doing, no," Laxus grunted, looking back to the floor and resting his head against his hands again. He was thankful they had come, but he was forced to confront how little he knew again.

Both Cana and Evergreen frowned a little at the response, and Freed took note of this. Seeing that Laxus had clammed up and clearly didn't want to speak, he decided that he would rather explain the vague comment rather than letting them unknowingly bother him.

"His neighbour was here when we came," Freed began. "She found him after she heard him fall and called the ambulance for him. All she could tell us is that he was on the floor and that he was cooking when it happened. The ambulance workers didn't say much, but we know they didn't allow anyone to ride with him on the way here, but apparently that's commonplace for heart attacks and she was told they were equipped to help him."

As he spoke, he had placed his hand against Laxus' thigh again. For the first time, Laxus actually took it in his own and intertwined their fingers together. The strength in which Laxus squeezed his hand was practically heart-breaking, as was the realisation that the reason Laxus' leg was bouncing was because he was shaking. Freed could only think to gently stroke his partner's hand in comfort.

Both Cana and Evergreen noticed the small gesture. But did nothing but share a small glance and tiny smile.

"I'm sure you'll hear something soon," Evergreen assured him, her tone almost enough to make Laxus believe her. Only almost, though.

"Before they kick us out?" He chuckled humourlessly.

"You really think I'll let them kick you out without a fight," Evergreen grinned a little, and Laxus gave a weak smile in reply. Seeing this, Ever decided that she would at least try and lighten the mood a little. "And I won't have to hold back against them, because they can sew any wounds up immediately."

Laxus chuckled weakly, though was appreciative of the effort. "Guess you haven't changed then?"

"You'd be disappointed if I had, sweetheart, and you know it," Evergreen smiled.

The comment did a little to ease his tension, though not much. He was still too focused on the multiple unknowns about his grandfather to feel any sense of ease, but he knew what she was trying to do and was thankful of it. He was glad to have a friend who would be supportive the first time seeing each other after such a long time, and glad that his antagonistic teenage attitude hadn't put her off getting to know her when the first met. Maybe he had more constants in his life than he first thought; he still wasn't ready to lose one though.

Both Ever and Cana must have realised that Laxus wasn't ready to talk yet, as they both became quiet and allowed Laxus to retreat into his own thoughts. It wasn't the nicest place with all the nervousness he was going through, but Laxus felt he should at least arrange his thoughts before he should properly try to talk to anybody.

His discomfort must have been obvious, as the silence only lasted five or so minutes before he felt Evergreen take his free hand and gently pat it.

"He'll be okay," She whispered, and Laxus tried to believe her.

"Better be," He settled on. "Old bastard."

His words were slightly optimistic, but Freed could feel how tight the grip on his hand had become. He tried to squeeze it back, wanting to give his partner any comfort he could. It probably didn't do much.

With that, the silence was truly began, and Laxus tried not to let it suffocate him. But the ticking of a nearby clock, the occasional squeaking of shoes against the overly polished floor, and the buzzing of the machines behind closed doors all made that difficult. But the fact he was surrounded by people who cared enough to endure this with him comforted him just a little bit. Not enough to calm him, but enough to bring an almost genuine smile onto his face.

Time seemed to drag on, and Laxus found himself almost tortured by the clock that taunted him. His hand was still intertwined with Freed's, making him feel guilty every time he thought about it. The guy just wanted to take him out on a date, and he'd been sitting in a hospital for nearly an hour dealing with an almost silent partner.

He knew he was being selfish expecting him to stay.

Eventually, he knew he had to tell Freed to go home. There was no way of knowing how long Makarov would be under observation – or whatever the hell they were actually doing with him – and Laxus intended to stay as long as it took. He couldn't ask Freed to do that.

"Hey," Laxus whispered when Ever and Cana had left to get a drink from a vending machine. "Y'know you don't need to stuck around, right? This ain't the way you wanted to end the night, not fair to keep you here. Probably not the thing you wanted keeping you up tonight."

The joke was a little weak, and he did it to make his words seem a little less pathetic. When he looked at Freed's expression, he knew it hadn't worked.

"Okay," He began after a few moments, having made sure to think through what he was about to say. "If you'd rather me leave, then of course I understand, and I'll go. But if you're just saying that to be polite, or because you don't want to be a bother of some kind of me, then you needn't worry. I want to be here for you, if that's what you want."

"I-I do," Laxus muttered, squeezing Freed's hand for a moment. "Fucking mind reading bastard."

"I would have thought you'd be used to it now," Freed smiled slightly.

With an almost genuine snort, Laxus felt his shoulders untense a little. He was appreciative of Cana and Ever being here, of course he was, but Freed could offer him something different to them. The fact he could simply hold his hand in silence, without worry of being judged nor any concerns really, gave him a sense of comfort that his friends couldn't. The fact that Freed was willing to stay here for as long as needed – and for as long as Laxus wanted – made that comfort free of guilt.

In any other situation, he might thank fate for brining he and Freed together. But not today.

"Thanks for staying," Laxus muttered. "Means a lot."

"Of course," Freed nodded.

The two women returned soon after, handing Laxus a bottle of water and both holding drinks of their own choosing. They were still quiet as they had been before, and Laxus wordlessly started to drink what he had been given; he wouldn't have eaten fries if he had known he'd be kept waiting for so long. Not that that really mattered.

It took some time, but eventually the doors to Makarov's room opened for the first time since they had arrived, and a nurse stepped through it. She looked around for a moment until her eyes settled on the small group that populated the chairs.

"You're here for Makarov Dreyar, aren't you?" She asked.

Laxus immediately stood up, removing his hand from Freed's for the first time. He took a step forward, not trying to hide the concern on his face. He didn't notice that both Freed and Evergreen had also stood up, and Cana had pushed herself off the wall.

"Yeah, how is he?"

"He's still under observation, so you won't be able to see him yet," The nurse's voice was calm, obviously used to having conversations like this. "He's awake now, and seemingly stable. We just need to do some tests to see how he's doing and what caused the attack, so we don't need anything exciting him."

"Yeah, shit. Thanks," Laxus muttered. "You'll tell us when we can see him, right?"

"Of course," The nurse smiled. "And don't worry. Considering what happened to him, he's holding out very well."

"Thanks," Laxus nodded a little.

The nurse walked down the corridor to who knows where, leaving Laxus to process the first thing he had been told: He's holding out well. Of course he was, Makarov fucking Dreyar wasn't the type of guy to lay down and let a heart attack screw him over completely. Laxus tried to chastise himself for thinking anything could happen to his grandfather, but he really just felt relief with what he had been told.

But this was good. Makarov was doing well, and that was all he needed to know. He walked back to the chair and sat down, this time lessening the tension in his body that he'd had before. Freed took his hand again, and the comfort of his attention returned.

Perhaps this would be okay. He just needed to be hopeful.

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Time – 22:39pm

Freed didn't know when Laxus had fallen asleep, but he was glad he had. The nervousness that Laxus was undergoing was obvious, as seen by his tense posture and his rigid expression. He'd calmed a little after first getting news by the nurse, but Freed could tell that the longer he was kept waiting without learning anything after that point, the more he got worried again. Freed was glad the man was getting some sleep, even if it only allowed him a few moments of calm before he inevitably woke up again.

Sitting here, he felt uncharacteristically useless. Freed wouldn't class himself an unempathetic – he needed to be emotionally intelligent to survive in what he did – but this was a situation he had never been in before. He had no reference as to how to act, so he was simply doing what he hoped would be best for Laxus: small amount of physical contact, and occasional reminders that he wanted to help him.

Every time he looked towards the blonde, he felt sadness. The tight grasp Laxus had when they were holding each other's hands told Freed everything he needed to know about the situation; Laxus wasn't ready to lose his grandfather yet.

Freed could understand why. Every time Laxus had mentioned his grandfather, it had been complimentary – even if he didn't realise that was his intention. Makarov was the man who raised him and, although Freed hadn't had someone like that in his own life, he understood that the idea of losing someone like that must he inexplicably cruel. It was the least he could do to just stay with him and offer him some moral support whenever possible.

He smiled a little as he felt Laxus nuzzle against his shoulder.

The two had been alone for nearly half an hour. Evergreen was the first to go, claiming that she and Freed should meet again under better circumstances, to which Freed agreed. Cana left a short while after, picking up Mirajane to bring her to the hospital after she had closed the bar early. Laxus had fallen asleep before Cana left, and had been gently snoring since.

At the soft sounds, Freed found himself calm. It reminded him a little of the night he and Laxus had shared together, and a small smile formed at the memory. He leant down and kissed the man on the top of his head before anyone walked by again.

He sighed. Neither man knew what was going to happen next. Freed hoped he could be there for Laxus, whatever the fallout was.

The two remained in this position for a few minutes, with the occasional nurse or other visitor walking by and sparing them a glance. Most of them seemed either sympathetic or simply uncaring towards them, which was fine by Freed. He would rather not have any conversations at all, other than with Laxus. The blonde was to be his main priority for the night.

His mind did wonder, though. Perhaps to a steam of thoughts that could be considered selfish, but one he couldn't stop from happening. He began to wonder what it would be like if he were to have someone like Makarov in his life. Sure, he had grown up with care workers who certainly tried to fill in the gap that a parent left, but it always seemed somewhat false. Laxus had painted Makarov as a man who would practically adopt any child into his family; Freed wondered what it might be like to have Makarov in that kind of position in his own life.

Yes; defiantly selfish. Laxus was probably terrified of losing the man, Freed shouldn't be wondering what it would be like to have him. He'd lived happily without one thus far.

Eventually, the calmness between them both was interrupted by the doors at the end of the corridor opening. He glanced towards it to see Mirajane walking towards them, without Cana in tow. She upped her pace after seeing them, a small frown on her face when she looked at Laxus. It calmed a little when she realised that he was sleeping.

"Hey," She whispered, as not to wake him. Freed was glad of it, she must have guessed he needed rest as well. "How is everything?"

"We haven't been told much. He's still being tested, but they said he was doing well all things considering," Freed spoke softly, making sure he didn't move so he wouldn't disrupt Laxus. "Other than that, we don't know much."

"And Laxus?"

"He's worried. Internalising it though," Freed sighed a little, hand resting on Laxus' leg. "I imagine that, if he let his actual feelings to be known, it might break him."

Mirajane nodded, silently agreeing with Freed's claims. He sometimes tried to hide it, but anyone who knew Laxus well knew that he was a slave to his emotions at the worst of times. They would also know that Laxus would rather work through his issues in his own way – this could be anything from denying their existence to asking someone to help – but the best way to be there for him was to allow him to make the first move. She was glad that Freed seemed to have realised this.

She took the seat on the other side of Laxus, placing her bag on her lap and sighing a little. Freed looked to her with a small amount of concern but didn't say anything. Laxus had claimed that she had known Makarov for a short while, and she had obviously been upset when he called her, so his worry expanded to her as well.

"Is Cana not with you?" He asked, not wanting her to be in the same state Laxus had been in. Mirajane defiantly was more of a talker than Laxus in this respect.

"There was a rush on in the bar," Mirajane sighed. "Business hasn't been great, so we can't really lose it. She's only staying until Elfman gets there. She'll get a taxi when he does and come back when she can."

Freed nodded, glad that Laxus wouldn't have to worry about Cana returning or not. The fact he had expected Freed to leave at the first given chance suggested that Laxus was worried about being a bother on them all, and if he woke up to find that Cana had left then that might only worsen his mood. That defiantly wasn't something that the blonde could handle right now.

"We shouldn't be acting like this, not if the nurses are being optimistic," Mirajane said, forcing herself to sound somewhat cheerful. "And certainly not when two of my best friends went on their first date."

"I suppose we shouldn't," Freed chuckled a little. It was more out of obligation than amusement.

"So, how did it go?" She looked over the top of Laxus' sleeping head, and Freed was ready point out how it ended almost immediately. He halted when he saw the look on her face; she needed the distraction as much as Laxus needed time to himself.

"I think it went well," Freed smiled a little as he thought about the afternoon. He hadn't actually had time to assess it in his mind as of then, but the image of Laxus' enjoyment as he drove the car through the forest warmed him a little. "He seemed to have a lot of fun with it, and the meal was good as well. For the most part, I'd consider it a success."

"So you're going to see each other again, right?" Mirajane asked, her voice lacking the usual spark it contained when talking about a budding relationship.

"We've been on vacation together and had our first kiss over a month ago," Freed smiled a little. "I don't think us seeing each other again was in much doubt."

Mirajane opened her mouth to speak but was beat to the punch. "Yer getting cocky again, mind-reader."

Both Freed and Mirajane jumped a little at the sudden voice coming from the blonde. He was still resting his head against Freed's shoulder and still had his eyes closed, but he was obviously awake. Either that, or he had suddenly started to sleep talk and knew exactly what was happening around him. Freed smiled a little, glad that Laxus could at least try to make a joke that seemed genuine, rather than forced.

"And how long have you been awake?" Freed asked, patting Laxus' leg.

"Think it was when the two of ya started talking. Light sleeper and good ears, shitty combination," Laxus grumbled a little. He then opened his eyes and looked towards Freed. "They tell you anything yet."

Freed shook his head. "Sorry."

"Ain't your fault," Laxus said with a small sigh, sitting up and looking towards Mirajane. He sent her a small smile in greeting before running a hand over his face. He clearly had been awoken before he wanted to be and would rather be sleeping. "How long was I out?"

Glancing towards the clock, Freed smiled a little. "About fifty minutes."

"Shit," Laxus muttered. "You must've been sitting there for a couple hours without standing up. You can, like, go get a drink or something to keep yer legs from falling asleep completely."

Again, Freed was prepared to say that Laxus didn't need to bother himself with that, but stopped when he saw Laxus' expression. It wasn't as obvious as Mirajane, but Freed could see that Laxus' words held more meaning that they suggested. It was obvious that Laxus wanted some time alone, and this was his way of politely asking for it without seeming rude. He smiled a little, patted Laxus' knee and stood up.

"Do you want me to get anything for you?"

"A coffee, if they have a machine for it," Laxus sent a small, thankful smile after speaking.

"Sure," Freed nodded, then looked towards Mirajane. "Want to come with me?"

Thankfully, Mirajane saw that Laxus needed time alone and agreed without complaint. They both gave the blonde a small gesture of comfort – Mirajane patted him on the shoulder and Freed kissed his hand – before they walked down the corridor.

As they walked to the café containing the working drinks and vending machines, they were silent. Freed because he was worried for his partner, and Mirajane because she was still trying to process the fact that a man she cared for was in hospital. Being forced to work the bar with that on her mind had been horrible, and her thoughts had been constantly flicking between how Makarov could be doing to how Laxus was coping with it. Seeing the blonde hadn't done much to calm her nerves on her second worry.

"How do you think he's doing," Freed suddenly asked as they walked towards the entrance, which they had to pass to get to the café. "You probably know him better than me, I thought I might as well ask?"

"I think he's doing okay," Mirajane sighed. "But, if Makarov gets any worse or if he… you know. If that happens, it'll ruin him."

"Yes, that's what I'm worried about," Freed looked down a little. "What about you?"

"Come on," Mirajane smiled a little but stopped, placing a hand on Freed's back in a comforting way. "If that happens, Laxus is going to be a wreck. You don't need to worry about me, just focus on him. I'll be fine."

Although she clearly wouldn't be, Freed nodded. Perhaps she and Laxus were closer in how they dealt with emotions than Freed had thought; even if Mirajane pretended to be more emotional, she hid away the more impactful things to deal with herself. That wasn't any of his business though, so he continued walking towards the café, only to realise that Mira wasn't following him. In fact, she had stopped completely and looked like a statue.

He frowned and turned, looking towards where her gaze was cast. It was on the entrance of the building, specifically the reception. He frowned, not seeing anything that would garner the steel-like expression she was wearing. With furrowed brows, he looked towards her again.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"See her," Mirajane snapped, nodding towards a woman who was speaking to the receptionist. Freed nodded. "Bitch is Laxus' mom."

#fraxus #freed justine #Laxus Dreyar #Ft: Gamblers Luck #freed x laxus #fanfic #fairy tail

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zenyukifanficblogs · 3 years ago

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Jennifer’s Adventures; Edging On Romance Waters Chapter 43: The Oops Kiss Credits: @Aesthetics__

Junghwa’s POV

“I don’t snack!”

I whined when my brother brings out a tray of snacks. “But from now on, you will.” He says and I can’t help pouting at the tray. “Whats wrong?” He asks. “Why must I snack?” I asked him. “To grow!” He explains.

“But I’m already going 20 soon.” I said. “Still plently of time to grow.” He says. “Come on” He pushes the tray nearer to me. I just end up taking the onion rings bag and try them.

“Yummy?” He asks me. I nodded my head eating the snack. “Good.” He smiles as this dreadful snacking experience continues for the night.

-The Next Day-

“The next time he gonna make me snack, imma make sure he is gonna set up a snack place, for him to work on.”

I tell Inhye and Bora during our break time about what happened last night

“Thats not a bad idea.” Inhye says. “Your brother will be surely a good husband material in the future.” Bora giggles.

“True.” I say. “Erm Jen, your French friend is back.” Bora then look elsewhere weirdly.

‘Wh-Pierre?’ I turned around and saw Pierre with a bouquet of my favorite pink roses. “Hi.” Pierre says, waving.

“Do you need anything Mr De Hunt?” Bora asks him. “Just the usual hazelnut latte and shrimp sandwich.” He says with a wide smile

“Have a seat though” He says. “Its okay. I have things to do.” I said. He nods and does so, I go and put the flowers in some water. I help Inhye with the latte as she makes the sandwich. “The sandwich is done.” Inhye gives me the sandwich.

“Cool.” I say as I finish making the latte. I took the order and give it to Pierre. “There you go Mr De Hunt” I formally addressed him as I gave him the order

“Thank you and you can call me Pierre.” He tells me. “I still will address you Mr De Hunt and you’re still Mr De Hunt to me.” I said to him

“Very well.” He says. Just as I was about to go and entertain another customer, I was stopped by him pulling my hand. “What are you doing Mr De Hunt?! P-People are gonna wag their tongues out if they see this!” I nervously looked at what is happening asking him.

“Don’t you know my feelings for you after all these while?” He says to me.

Chan’s POV

“Erm something is up?”

Felix points out to me when I looked up to a well-dressed man seems very insistent towards Jennifer

“Lets go check.” I tell him. We immediately headed in the cafe and pulled Jennifer away from him, but instead, an unexpected event happens instead:

Jennifer and I kissed on the lips. Once we pull away i see her face is red. “You’re here.” She softly says.

“I will take care of everything from here.” I smiled reassuring her. She nods and continues whatever she is doing.

“Who are you young chap in between my business?” The man asks me in English. ‘Doesnt sound like somebody from here’ I think to myself

“Do you have a issue with me being here?” I ask him. “Do you want to mess with the son of the FBI Chief?” He then walks up to me trying to go all tough.

“Do you want to mess with the leader of a Kpop group under the Big 3?” I asked him back the same thing before Jennifer comes out with a cup of water.

I backed off and the water was tossed on this FBI chief’s son. “Do you know to not go around threatening titles?” Jen asks him. “I can explain-” He wants to explain but Jennifer cuts him off, looking agitated.

“Inhye, pack Mr De Hunt’s food for him on a takeaway. Bora, call the security and escort him out NOW!” She tells her coworkers whilst looking at the guy mad before going into the kitchen and slammed the door

The two do as they are said. I was worried about Jennifer so I went to the kitchen myself, to find her having some kind of a panic attack, her whole body slanted on the chair she’s sitting on

“Are you okay?” I ask, i sit down next to her, rubbing her back. “A little. Just fed up.” She says struggling to breath a little.

“Focus on breathing.” I tell her as I continue rubbing her back. It took a while for her to get her breathing back to normal

“Do you need anything?” I ask her. “A drink” She says rubbing her hands against each other shivering

I get up and start it, “What type?” I ask. “Just some strawberry drink.” She says which I end up thought of strawberry milkshake.

I hand it to her and she starts drinking it. “Thank you” She softly yet calmly thanks me as she slowly drink up.

“No worries.” I just sit with her while she drank. As she drank, Bora and Inhye came back looking at us in shock

“Do you want to talk about it?” I ask Jen. “Its okay you two, he just here cause I had a panic attack.” She smiles to me softly before explaining to the both

She then looks at me. I nodded my head agreeing with her. “We will help you with the other order.” Inhye nods her head telling Jennifer.

“I’m sorry.” I apologise. “No I should be the one sorry” She reassures me. “No you shouldn’t” I say. “Who else you’re with? You surely didn’t come alone” She stands up slowly asking me

“Just myself and Felix.” I say. “Go help yourself and Felix to the seats. I will make some food for you both.” She tells me

“You need to rest.” i tell her. “I’m fine now. Thank you very much.” She tells me in a reassuring tone.

“Please.” i say. She finally gives in after a while nodding her head to get some rest.

I end up staying with her the whole time until the closing hour when her brother comes picking her up.

#bts fanfic #fanfiction #zendayayukiko #jenniferadventures #kpop fanfiction #zenyukikpopfanfic #zenyuki

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blamebrampton · 7 years ago

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Eurovision 2018, Semi Final 2

I’m watching on replay and it’s getting late, so this is going to be as swift as possible. We open with a gorgeous montage and I really do feel like going to Lisboa after this week, were I not broke as a broke thing. The women are back and they look great. The NCIS one has come in an assassin’s cocktail dress, the saintly one is dressed like a tasteful wedding cake, the blonde has come over all black swan and the little one has picked up on last semi final’s sci fi villains theme and is cosplaying Servalan. They are doing nautical allusions again and I will continue to ignore them wherever possible. And also their jokes. They are lovely people, but I am here for the singing.

1. Norway, Alexander Rybak, That’s How You Write A Song. He’s back! With the air fiddle this time. In fact, a raft of air instruments that are animated in. Look, he’s still cute as a button and charismatic as a puppy, but this song is reminding me of Cliff Richard and that is not something I wish to be reminded of. It’s no Fairytale. ACTUAL violin has just appeared! About bloody time. He nearly transcends the song, but the song is well meh. Watch it win now. Backing dancers exist and are perfectly fine. Let’s move on.

2. Romania, The Humans, Goodbye. White dress, drink. No, it was a fakeout, the lead singer is wearing purple. She’s surrounded by band members in white with creepy white masks. And mannequins in in gimp suits, also with creepy white masks. I’ve got a real Bonnie Tyler vibe here, which is at least a step up from the last song. BIG power chords into the main body of the song. She’s exhorting the mannequins to live their best life and I cannot bear to break it to her. White dress girl is back, she’s the cellist and I respect a band with a cellist. BIG HERO NOTES! ooh, her purple frock has matching shorts. Nice. Song was OK, band was great.

3. Serbia, Sanja Ilic and Balkanika, Nova Deca. Pipes and wailing vocal intro and I am sold already. If I was up this morning, this would have had my vote. Soz, kids. Three girls wailing mystically with a man looming behind Rasputinly. Seriously, his whole outfit is mad monk. Big Taiko style drums with an enthusiastic man beating away — erm, on the drums — and now some dance beats to lift it. I have to say that I would love this on the club floor late at night when you want something a bit slower and trippier. The girls’ outfits are sort of earth goddess meets debutante. I’m not going to lie, I flipping loved this one.

4. San Marino, Jessika, featuring Jenifer Brening, Who We Are. Lead singer in a lacy red frock over undies. Two human girl dancers and a set of robot dancers. Look, Ive seen worse. Jenny B has just stonked out down the walkway rapping determinedly and it’s all … fine. It’s a perfectly fine song and there will be some young folks who love it. A robot is holding up body positivity messages, actually, the poor wee thing just dropped it, but now he’s holding hands with the singer. It’s a bit community centre talent night, but they’re enormously likeable and I wish them well.

5. Denmark, Rasmussen, Higher Ground. Sudden plunge into darkness. Faint mystic chord as of pipes over water. Dry smoke. Backlit bearded man standing on a ramp. Square sails and more bearded men. Yes, we have hit peak Viking for the night and there is chanting and stomping and more beard pomade than is probably safe in an environment with pyro. We’re singing about men laying down their swords and making their mark and it’s all very Scandirevival, but I have to confess I rather like it and they can all bloody well sing. I have a nose full of North Sea wind and my cheeks feel windbitten at the end of this song, Oh, look, a white flag of peace. Sure. Key change! Snorri Sturluson would love these guys. The boy Aussie commentator has just said they remind him of when Durmstrang walked into the Hall in Harry Potter and he is right on the money. Definitely a contender.

6. Russia, Julia Samoylova, I Won’t Break. Set design is from the cousin of whoever did Estonia, so it’s nice to have two iceberg singers in the one contest. Super dancers: ballet this time, with Russian technique, which is always lovely to see. Look, I disagree with her politics and her country, and the song’s another meh one, but I wish her well. Moving on.

7. Moldova, DoReDoS, My Lucky Day. They have brought a whole miniseries in the staging of this song. She’s seeing blue suit, but red suit behind his back. Now she and red suit are official, but blue suit is getting some on the side. Lots of comedy from the dancers in the background, who are working within a white box set. It’s silly, it’s saucy. it’s a lot of fun. It would absolutely be the theme song of a sex comedy from 1959 starring Sophia Loren.

8. The Netherlands, Waylon, Outlaw in ’Em. Steel string guitar, pulsing lights and wailing vocals. I’m sorry, I’m allergic to wailing dead dog country that uses gun metaphors, They’re very talented, just not my thing. I’m sure he’ll make a fortune in America and good luck to him.

Short presenter is down with the audience and why?

9. Australia, Jessica Mauboy, We’ve Got Love. Cards on the table, I love Jess. She is a super lovely person as well as a great singer. I don’t the song is quite as good as Dami’s Sound of Silence, but she can perform like a goddess. She is bringing her inner Beyonce with the hair and squats, and selling the lyrics, which are basically, ‘don’t give up, we’ve got love’ and look, sure, but this is a country that numbers Sia, Nick Cave and Kate Miller Heidke among its leading lyricists and I just feel we could have done better for our Jess. But she is putting it all out there, and getting the crowd in on side. The drapey bit on her minidress is a bit distracting, but who gives a proverbial, she’s a champ and she should definitely go through to the finals.No matter how absurd it is that we are there.

10. Georgia, Ethno-Jazz Band Iriao, For You. My first question is whether that is actually the group’s name or if they added a little descriptor for the booking agent once and it’s stuck. It matters not. Lovely quiet jazz piano opening, then classical vocals soaring over the top, dry ice already, and a chanting backing vocal that is somewhere between Gregorian monks and Il Divo, but entirely pleasant to listen to. The vocals are very tight and the arrangement intelligently spare and restrained in parts to show off the voices. I approve! There is a lot of eyebrow emoting, but I don’t mind that in a dark Eastern European man, it’s like queueing if you’re British or buying sausage sandwiches at hardware shops on weekends if you’re Australian. That was a good three minutes for me, I hope they get through!

11. Poland, Gromee, featuring Lucas Meijer, Light Me Up. They are wearing ridiculous hats. More Pharrel than Devo, but the sort of hat that will stand in for a personality when you’re young and nervous. Fair enough, some of them look about 14. Good performers, strong backing vocals and the sort of winning stage performance I would have loved the first 250 times I saw it. It’s not your fault I am old and jaded, Gromee, but I am. There is pyro, there is hand dancing, he is dancing with the audience, he is counting. It’s all fine. OK, bye.

12. Malta, Christabelle, Taboo. She is standing inside four big screens and now a heart is glowing against her black dress. People writhe on her screens and the world spins out from her hands. She is singing about the need to respect and support each other in a world that can be hard and cruel. I… I really like her. I’m not sure whether I also like the song or if I just find her so committed to it that I think I like it, but it doesn’t really matter. There’s a real dancer inside the screens now, and Christabelle loves us all. I love you too, Christabelle. I would totally invite you to my barbecue with Jess.

13. Hungary, AWS, Vislát Nyár. Going for the risky Lordi without masks vote, they drum their way in and then launch straight into rich, angry, headbanging lyrics that are upset about something but my knowledge of Finno-Ugric languages begins and ends with a song about little piggies. Another performance with sincerity rather than just polish, though, and that counts. CROWD SURFING GUITARIST! He’s been returned safely, bless you lovely Eurovision crowd. Angry shouting, epic pyro, lots of drumming. There we go.

14. Latvia, Laura Rizzotto, Funny Girl. Another red lace minidress, with a train this time. Actually, it’s more a shorts dress. A playsuit with train. She looks lovely whatever it is. Her song is apparently about a girl who just a wee bit of a stalker. You know you can tell a chap you like him and not just hang around waiting for him to notice you, yes? Some nice bits of tricky tempo and big hair singing. It’s not my cup of tea, but it is well brewed.

15. Sweden, Benjamin Ingrosso, Dance You Off. Brief moment to mention it is bloody freezing in Sydney tonight, for the first time in forever. This is another very polished performance from a skilled performer and it’s doing nothing for me. Might go and find a blanket for my wee toesies.

16. Montenegro, Vanja Radonovic, Inje. Man at piano, women in background, intense man in front, who is Vanja. He is upset. Possibly because some bastard has bedazzled the crap out of his suit. Nice vocals in the ballad, though. The girls are striding, the piano is staying still, which is as it should be. Ooh! The girls are playing statues. Nice. There is a lot of emoting, but the girls’ costumes and facial expressions make it a little unfortunately close to ‘help us, we have been enslaved by vampires and need you to stake us to free our souls’. Lighting and key change, but otherwise much as before. The girls are still suffering. It’s probably a complex retelling of current politics.

17. Slovenia, Lea Sirk, Helva, Nei. She has pink hair so I like her already. Backing dancers are muscular and fast, I like them, too. Do not bother any of these women or they will make you regret it almost immediately. Her frock is another curtain over undies number, but with more plastic than most others. Who can explain it, who can tell you why? Their music cuts out at one point and they get the audience to clap their beat and I am not certain that was real, but it was nicely handled. Confirmation that was a faux error on the music. Whatevs. As no-one says anymore.

18. Ukraine, Melovin, Under the Ladder. Before I hear a word, I learn he likes horses, David Bowie and Verka Serduchka, so we’re basically friends now. He opens the song in a crypt, which opens up in a cheerfully cheesy Hammer Horror way. He’s dressed like an old-school vampire and the crypt is really the inside of a giant piano at the top of a set of stairs. Clearly Dead or Alive were 30 years too early for this chap, but I am glad YouTube will let him experience them. As everyone guessed, he is back up the stairs to play the piano, soulfully. And now the stairs are on fire, and there’s random pyro everywhere. Of course there is. Vampires love fire. At least dress your backing singers as avenging villagers, who have finally arrived to free the girls from Montenegro.

And we are done! Voting is about to open. I am fast forwarding through this bit because life is too short. ESCLOPEDIA IS BACK! Hello bearded man! More clips from past songs, and an allegation that there is a link between Eurovision and fashion. That is A LIE. You know, Portugal, you’re no Sweden and the women are no Petra and Mans, but I respect that you have kept these interval bits short and cool.

I spoke too soon. Presenters are back with costume changes. NCIS is in a short blue cocktail dress, Blondie is in a pink line dancing dress, Saintly is wearing a costume from my Grade Two Tap exam and the little one is cosplaying Severus Snape. They are doing dance moves from Eurovisions past. The Little One is actually pretty funny, but you will have to download it as I am not up to describing that much physical comedy. There is a Riverdance moment. Which I believe is obligatory for every third Eurpovision.

They run through the acts again, and Denmark’s lead singer has brows you could crack nuts on. Walnuts. Not the other kind. Though he looks as though he would be against toxic masculinity, so perhaps that would also be OK.

Votes are closed. We are touring through Portugal. It is very lovely. The acts are ding the bits that have preceded every song and coming out through their doors and visiting locations and generally cocking a lot of it up, bless them. They look as though they are having fun.

Little presenter has just turned up at the Aussie table and is handing out pastéis de nata a la Oprah and Jess looks as though she is in heaven. Custard really is that good.

Saintly presenter is talking about Eurovision’s role in Portuguese politics! 1974, the year Sweden won with Waterloo, was the year that the Portuguese entry was chosen to be the signal for a revolution. It was played on the radio in the early morning as a signal to take to the streets and by the end of the day there were carnations in gun barrels.True story.

Black swan presenter has found British fans and I think they may have been on the drink, but they say lovely things about Portugal (and Jess), so well done, kids!

Bridal cake presenter is introducing the tracks from France, Germany and Italy and Little One is with them. The French performers are cute as, and sing last years’ winning song in French. Suck ups. But lovely voice. Ooh, NCIS has taken over with Germany. who looks a little like Josh Widdicombe. He’s doing a ukulele cover of Fly on the Wings of Love and I confess I liked it. The entry is nice, too. Look forward to the full version in the finals. And now it’s Little One again with Italy, who really look 100% drunk. But they have spectacular hair. And do a chorus of Nel Blu Dipinto Di Blu, ‘Volare! Oh-oh. Cantare, oh wo-oh-oh’ They are SO VERY drunk. Or just exhausted after sitting through 17 hours of this.

Jon Ola Sand says the votes are in. Thank Zeus!

The winners are: Serbia! Fair enough. Moldova! Excellent. They were hilarious. Hungary, because all those Norwegian Death Metal fans were there for you. Ukraine, sure. Sweden. Really? Look, you’re a lovely country. Australia! YAY JESS! Norway, meh. Soz Sasha. I love your country. Denmark, which is entirely fair. Slovenia, which is good news. Last spot goes to The Netherlands, which is fine, the country and western people need something. That’s it till Sunday morning, Which will probably be Sunday night, let’s be honest.

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Opposite Of A Puppy

Pairing: Brett x Reader Warnings: fluff, fluff, and fluffffff (just read) Summary: Y/N has a lazy morning with her boyfriend, Brett, and they get into a playful argument. Word Count: 1.3k A/N: I’m low key pissed at myself because I didn’t post this sooner. It’s been in my drafts for a week bc I couldn’t figure out how I wanted to word something (just some writer stuff).

Well whatev, hope y'all enjoy my little Brett fic bc we all know he deserved better. ALSO I TRIED POSTING THIS THREE DAMN TIMES AND TUMBLR KICKED ME OUT OF THE APP (I’m fuming). Oh, and did u notice that format change? ;))

I roll over, the cool silk sheets twirling around my body at the movement. I yawn, outstretching my arms and dropping them back down. My eyes go wide in shock when I feel warmth against my fingertips instead of my white sheets. I sit up slowly, kneeling on the king-sized bed to get a better view of the sleeping body beside me, and trying my best to not wake them up while doing so. A smile forces its way onto my slightly chapped lips at the sight of who’s next to me. Brett sleeps a few inches away from me, a peaceful expression showcased across his features, with his brown hair all ruffled up and his torso peeping out from under the covers. I can’t help myself as I hover over him, then slowly lower myself so that I’m laying on top of him, getting rid of any space between us. I cross my arms over his chest, my chin resting on top and my eyes staring up at him in adoration. A lazy smile takes over his lips and his eyelids flutter open, exposing the brilliant green that’s his eyes. “Hey baby,” he murmurs between yawns. “Morning,” I reply, a small yawn coming from my mouth as well. Brett chuckles at this, the vibrations from his chest sending tingles down my spine. That laugh was the most beautifully melodic sound in the world, and no one could fight me on that. “What time is it?” He asks groggily, his hands finding their way into my hair and gently twisting random strands. I shrug my shoulders, moving my hand up to his face and grasping his jaw, my thumb tracing over his cheekbone. He leans into my touch, kissing my palm chastely. We lay like this for a few minutes, just basking in the silent company of one another. There wasn’t a lot of occurrences where we could just spend time like this with each other nowadays. Brett always had either lacrosse practice or werewolf issues and I always had my own Pack things with my childhood friend Scott. Also, the fact that we went to different high schools made it even worse. So recently, we began really cherishing the small things like this; just being able to wake up next to one another was a blessing. “Princess, we have to get up and go to school,” he softly coaxes, while massaging my scalp, a wave of sleepiness coming back over me. I weigh the pros and cons of skipping school or going in my head, but there’s a pro about staying home that I could never say no to. Brett. “Why can’t we ditch?” I query, looking up at him with my lips pouted. “Y/N,” he mocks a reprimanding tone, that comes off as more of concern. “You know I don’t like you missing school. You’ve already missed enough because of random wolf stuff. I don’t want you missing out on an education for me.”

I roll my eyes at his nonsense, my fingers trailing aimlessly along his collarbone. “You’re taking this way too seriously,” I counter, but the concern on his face doesn’t waiver. “Babe, it’s just one day, and plus I’ll have Liam send me all my make-up work. It’ll be fine.” Eventually he sighs, his eyes wandering to the ceiling. “Fine,” he replies and I squeal, but he cuts me off shortly. “But- only if you promise you’ll go tomorrow.” I grin at his caring eyes, holding out my pinky. “Pinky promise,” I respond cheerfully, my thoughts trained on the idea of being lazy all day with the love of my life. He bends his pinky to attach with mine, bringing it to his lips, then me bringing it to mine to seal the deal. “I love you,” I whisper and the faint blush that always spread across Brett’s cheeks whenever I suddenly said those three words, appears per usual, something I never could get used to doing to the cocky lacrosse player. “You better,” he laughs, cupping my cheek and guiding my lips closer and closer and closer until they stop at what feels like only a centimeter away from his own. He rubs small circles against my cheek with his thumb, maintaining eye-contact with me and making me drown in the vibrant green.

I’m the one to close the distance, fed up with anticipation, my lips brushing over his. The kiss is soft, like the first kiss between two middle school students in a PG movie, but it’s something so much more because of the love fueled behind it. It’s as if all the whispered ‘I love you’s and small, but meaningful glances are summed up in one, sweet kiss. We pull apart and we sport matching smiles, our foreheads touching. “Why are you so perfect?” Brett asks, quickly pressing his lips against mine again. “I beg to differ,” I retort, pulling back more and sitting upright, my hands on his chest, straddling him. “Well, I agree to disagree,” he returns, his eyes lighting up in amusement at the playful bickering. He sits up, his hands under my thighs to help position me better, and his back landing against the headboard. “Well I disagree that you agree to disagree,” I quip back, my cheeks hurting at how big my smile was becoming. One of Brett’s eyebrows quirk up, his soft lips turning downwards into a frown. “Now, I’m just lost,” he confesses, his nose scrunching up in a way that radiates adorableness. “Have I ever told you that you look like a sad puppy when you’re confused?” I giggle, knowing perfectly well I have and how much it annoyed him.

Brett groans, shaking his head at me. “Y/N I’m the complete damn opposite of a puppy. I hate when you call me that.” My fingers entangle themselves into his curly brown locks, and I smile devilishly. “Is the wittle puppy mad now?” I question, exaggerating the word puppy as much as possible. “Y/N!” He groans again, his frown deepening. “I’m a damn werewolf. Did you hear me? Werrrrre wollllllf,” he says the werewolf part very slowly, as if speaking to a four year old. “See these eyes?” He continues, golden yellow flashing over the previous green. “They’re not a fucking puppy’s. You hear me?” I pull my bottom lip into my mouth, stifling any laughs that were trying to escape. I nod at him while he continues changing his eyes back from his supernatural to his real ones. His hands stay on my thighs the whole time even through his irritation, his fingers trailing up and down the skin in an involuntary fashion. “Werewolf, not a pupper. Got it.” “I really don’t think you do,” he states unsurely, his hands wandering up my arms and rubbing them up and down. “Baby,” I reply in a serious tone. “I won’t say it anymore if it bothers you. I don’t need you going all alpha male, testosterone-filled psycho on me.” “What?” He asks, offended by my words. “I do not go 'alpha male’ on you ever.” I give him a look, my eyebrows raised in amusement. “Well, I mean, you know in the erm- bedroom, that’s a dif-different situation.”

He starts getting all flustered, blood rushing to his cheeks and his hand scratching at the back of his neck. “Oh really?” I ask, my heart warming that he still got all embarrassed talking about things like that, like at the beginning of our relationship. It was sweet to know that someone as confident as Brett could get flustered around me still. “Yeah, that’s totally different. You know, the whole, inner wolf coming out and– you know whatever, forget it.” The red becomes more vibrant across his cheeks and I lean down towards him for another kiss. It takes him by surprise, until the realization that my lips are on his hits him. I grin, ruining the kiss, Brett pulling back at the lack of movement from my side. “What?” He asks questioningly, his green eyes sparkling in an inhuman way. “My puppy,” I whisper, planting my lips on his cheek. “Y/N,” he whines, but it comes off happier than he expected it would. In all honestly, he didn’t care what I called him. He only cared if it was me calling him it.

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