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with-love-from-hell · 1 year

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Melancholia

{part Ten}

Fandom: Obey me!

Genre: Angst

Written for F!Mc

WC: 3k

CW: Kidnapping!, Michael is a heavy antagonist and angels are fucked up, slut shaming/victim blaming, mention of suicide vaguely, fear-based content and lots of tension, angst, depression, mentions to past sexual violence in Vermillion Skies, Torture, anxiety, descriptions of deceit, season 2 spoilers

A/n: Michael is quite the wad in this chapter, just as a fair warning! I will be discussing his character in my brain more in the q&a post later on, so send in your questions about the series to my inbox! Also I apologize if the formatting seems wonky or out of order...tumblr is deciding to test my patience this morning.

Music Accompaniment (Point of No Return thru No Love)

>> Though I have a Masters Degree in Psychology and clinical training in treatment for mental health, I am not your therapist. If you have experienced any form of depression or suicidal thoughts, and are in need of help, please utilize the Suicide Prevention Lifeline, NIMH helpline, or the SAMHSA helpline. <<

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You can find more of this series by searching the tag #Vermillion Skies or #Melancholia on my blog!

“Are you sure that’s what you saw?” Diavolo’s eyes darted between Simeon and Belphie. He wanted desperately for their concerns to just be baseless anxiety, but the grim look on Luke’s face made his heart sink deeper into his stomach. The phone call he had received from Lucifer hours prior was alarming, but he figured the sounds of shuffling and distant grunts meant he had just pocket dialed him. He never would have expected mc and Lucifer to end up missing, and in the brutish hands of the Archangels, no less. After what he had seen Simeon go through, he only hoped that they could get to them before its too late.

“I’m almost 100% certain that Michael has taken both of them.” Simeon clenched his fists, fighting back his demon form. “I don’t know what he’s planning, but it will surely be nothing good.”

Diavolo’s lips pressed into a thin line. “I see...”

Luke squeezed his eyes shut to prevent himself from crying. His grip on Simeon’s sleeve tightened as he tried to make himself calm down. How could this be happening? Michael was a good angel; a merciful angel. This had to have been some sort of mistake!

There was a moment of silence as the brothers looked amongst eachother with uncertainty.

“Well...ain’t we gonna do somethin’ ‘bout this?!” Mammon finally asked, giving a pointed look to Diavolo and Barbatos. "We should be stormin' that fuckin' palace and destroying everythin' in sight!"

A tense sigh passed through Diavolo’s lips as he massaged the slight headache developing at his brow line. “Mammon, it’s not that simple. We have no idea where they’re being held, or why. We have no idea what their next move will be, and we dont know what they'll do when they hear of our rescue efforts.”

“And we certainly don’t have the manpower amongst us to fight the entire celestial army, even with our combined strength.” Satan paced while rubbing his chin, trying hard to think of how they could get both Lucifer and Mc back with the least amount of bloodshed.

“I just...I d-don’t understand...” Luke shook his head, still trying to wrap his head around what was happening. “W-why would Michael do something like this?!”

The demons looked amongst each other, unsure of how to respond to the small angel’s query. They felt so much pity for him. He was really having his worldview tested more over the past 4 months than than he had in his entire life.

“Michael is obsessive.” Solomon chimed in as he entered the room, a bag of tinking glassware slung over his shoulder. “He sees Mc as a threat, and it appears as though his desire to renew the exchange program was a ploy to get our guard down so he can neutralize that threat. I only wish i would have picked up on the signs sooner.”

The remaining color left in Luke’s face drained, and he stared at Solomon, wide-eyed. “W-what..? Do...do you mean they’ll...”

Solomon locked eyes with him for a second, a glint of sadness passing through his expression. “They’re going to try to kill her, yes.”

Simeon shook his head, finding himself feeling strangely numb in this moment. "They wont just do that. They've risked too much in even kidnapping Mc.”

Everyone in the room turned to him, looks of pure terror on their faces. The fact that the situation would likely provide Mc with more trauma was enough to try to stomach already, but to run the risk of losing her again made their blood run cold. Each waited with baited breath for what Simeon had to add to suggest that it could get worse than you’re death.

Simeon sighed, avoiding their desperate eyes. “Michael had said over and over that their worst mistake he made during your fall was not ensuring Lilith had been unable to be reincarnated. To ensure that Lilith’s bloodline won’t ever be able to cause a disturbance in the celestial realm again, they are going to attempt to wipe her from existence, along with the one person who could and would stop at nothing to ensure they would never see another day of peace. The one person who, without him, would leave the Devildom vulnerable in the event of an all-out war.”

The brothers each dropped their eyes to the floor, slowly understanding what Simeon was getting at.

Not only would they kill Mc- but they were going to kill Lucifer too.

“But...But...” Luke stuttered, looking amongst the brothers. "Michael's a good angel! He couldn’t...H-he wouldn’t...”

Tears burst from Luke’s eyes, now fully unable to hold back any more. Simeon kneeled, wrapping his arms around him gently, and allowed the small angel to sob into his shoulder. Simeon glanced to Diavolo, who’s expression had become a mixture of grim anticipation, and deep anger.

“My lord, what would you suggest our next move be?” Barbatos did his best to bite his tongue, but was holding onto his sanity by a mere thread. It was bad enough that you had to be taken and threatened with death, but to have a close friend and necessary ally suffer the same punishment made the situation all the more dire. He himself wanted to charge in and swiftly decapitate any angel that crossed his path, but he knew that running in without a plan would be foolish. "If what Simeon says is true, we are already at a major disadvantage given they have been in their grasp for nearly 5 hours. We don’t have much more time left to lose.”

Before Diavolo could even respond, Beelzebub stepped forward, catching his attention. His normal flat expression was turned into an furious scowl, his muscles bulging under his shirt with all the tension he held in his body. The prince didn’t think he’d ever seen the avatar of Gluttony so angry before.

“Our next move should be getting our family back, no matter what it takes.” He stated matter-of-factly, but there was a lust for blood behind his tone that neither of the royals, nor his brothers, had ever heard from the 6th born. “I’ll annihilate their entire army by myself if I have to.”

“While I agree we should prioritize their safety before politics, we mustn’t forget that charging in without a plan only gives them the advantage.” Diavolo sighed. “Though right now, I am frankly at a loss for how to develop one that won’t just be a suicide mission.”

Beel closed his eyes, trying to refrain from snapping on the prince. He was terrified for your wellbeing, and didn't think he could handle the uncertainty of your fate for much longer. He needed you- all of his brothers did. And they needed Lucifer too. Without both of you, his family would fall apart. No one would ever be able to recover from such a loss.

Luke stared between Beelzebub and Diavolo, almost as if he couldn’t understand what they were both saying.

“First we should decide who will be doing what.” Simeon stated, now rising from his knees. He gestured toward Solomon to take Luke from him, who quickly scrambled to replace Simeon’s place as Luke’s support.

Barbatos nodded. “We should establish a rendezvous point as well, in case we get separated.”

Simeon looked to Barbatos, nodding in agreement. “I think it goes without saying that Diavolo and Luke will be staying behind.”

“What?!” Luke and Diavolo both yelled at the same time, seemingly insulted by the assertion that they would not be helping.

“Yeah, What?” Mammon added, crossing his arms. “I understand leavin’ the Chihuahua behind, but Diavolo’s got some mad strength. He could take down 10 seraphim at once without even tryin'!"

“Really, Mammon!? You’re going to call me a Chihuahua now?!” Luke wiped his tears, shooting Mammon a glare.

Barbatos interjected, ignoring Luke’s annoyance at the teasing name. “But if he is injured- or worse, killed- during battle, the Devildom will be without a leader. That’s not something we can afford. We would be susceptible to both external invasion and violent anarchy amongst the lower demons.”

“Besides, it might be helpful to have someone here to prepare a space for injuries.” Satan added, tilting his chin toward Simeon. “If his vision is right...Mc and Lucifer could be in pretty awful shape...”

Mammon winced at the idea of Mc being hurt again, not wanting to accept it as a possible reality.

Diavolo sighed. “Fine, we’ll stay back for now. But if things go south...” He gave Barbatos a deathly serious look, “...I will not hesitate to charge in there- full force.”

Luke shook his head, now pulling out of Solomon’s arms and nearly groveling to Simeon. “No! Wait, I...I could talk to Michael! I could get him to s-see reason!”

Simeon closed his eyes and sighed. “Luke, I know this is hard for you to understand, which is why it’s best if you don’t get involved.”

“But...Mc...” Luke swallowed back more tears, looking at the floor. “I...I want to help...t-to do something...”

“I know...I know.” Simeon took a deep breath to maintain the softness in his voice. He pressed both hands to Luke’s shoulder. “But the way that you can help is holding down a place for when we come back. Please Luke...this is what I need from you.”

Luke sniffled, hanging his head and nodding. “O-okay.”

Simeon gave him a firm hug, solidifying that things were going to be okay. He had experienced a loss of optimism for anything for so long. He hadn't felt the ability to cling to any sort of hope to allow him to move forward. Whether it be denial, fear, anger, or just wanting to see Mc smile one last time, the feeling allowed him to be strong enough to stand as an anchor for everyone else, and to make a plan to get them both back. He needed to be a rock for everyone else, who were near the edge of panic because the two who would normally take the lead were now indisposed.

Mc and Lucifer will be brought back alive...they had to be.

Simeon stood, resting a firm hand on Luke’s shoulder. He pointed toward the brothers, giving fervent direction of what he wanted them to do. “Beel, you will be our tank. Belphie and Satan, you’re his backup. Your job is to neutralize anyone in our way of getting to Lucifer and Mc.”

The three looked at each other and gave a single nod to signify that they understood.

“Levi, and Mammon- you two will help me and Barbatos get into the Celestial prison cells to search for Mc and Lucifer. We will need help getting past guards, and the more people we have searching rooms, the better. You'll take the east wing, and Barbatos and I will be on the west wing.”

“Got it.” Mammon nodded to Levi, winding up his shoulders to stretch the muscles. "I'll wipe the floor with any crumby angel that dares to do harm to the family of the Great Mammon!"

“Solomon- You and Asmo will take up the rear. Do what you can to ensure our portal home isn’t infiltrated and that the others have first aid in the event of an emergency. You will also be our center point of contact.”

Asmo nervously glanced to Solomon, who pressed a reaffirming hand to his shoulder. “Not a problem.”

“For the rest of us outside of Asmo and Solomon, our meet up point should be at the treeline just south of the prison.” Barbatos added, giving a nod to Simeon for thinking through the division of the groups. “If we need to change it, Solomon and Asmo will spread the message. No one should break off from their pairs. There's safety in numbers, after all.”

The group nodded amongst each other, now preparing for what they assumed was going to be an absolutely bloodbath, and the beginning of the end of peace between the realms.

“Get up.”

Lucifer groaned as the words echoed through his throbbing head. He tried to bring his awareness back- to figure out who the voice was, and where it was coming from. A swift kick to the stomach caused him to sputter, the pain pulling his consciousness back to the surface.

How long had he even been out?!

He forced his eyes open, trying to adjust to the dimly lit room he found himself in. As he tried to move his weak muscles, he found his arms restrained tightly behind his back. He looked up, trying to push his vision to convert the blurred outline into the image of the individual standing before him.

“I said: Get. UP.”

Lucifer snarled as the individual grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked him up to his knees. He gritted his teeth as his vision adjusted to the shape of the blonde angel, who’s nose was only a few inches away from his own.

“Stand, Demon.” Michael commanded, pulling on Lucifer’s hair again to make him stand.

His knees buckled beneath his weight as he tried to remain standing. Eventually he was able to keep his balance, albeit barely. He hadn’t felt this groggy since Diavolo had spiked his tea with tranquilizer a few months prior. His mind wandered briefly to you, and he was desperate to know where they were holding you. He hoped that you were safe, but given the aggressive handling that Michael and the guards were treating him with, he concluded they were probably weren’t treating you much better. Regardless, he knew he had to figure out a way out of his binds- to make sure you were safe again in his arms.

Michael snapped his fingers, signaling for two armored guards came to Lucifer’s side. They hooked their arms under his armpits and followed Michael out of the room. Lucifer swallowed hard, taking note of his surroundings. Clearly, he was in the celestial palace, but he was unsure of his specific whereabouts- that is, until he was brought before the familiar, intimidating council doors.

He narrowed his eyes, staring daggers into the back of Michael’s head. The last time he was here was when he was begging on his knees for Michael to help him to convince father to let Lilith live. An odd sense of familiarity washed over him as Michael grasped the handles on the doors. He swallowed hard, trying to bring back his cold and confident demeanor...but the fear about whether you both would make it out of this situation alive continued to sit like a rock in his stomach, making it hard to turn away from the anxiety.

Lucifer was thrown down to his knees roughly before the council. He gritted his teeth through the pain, trying to wiggle his arms our of their binds enough to where his shoulder wasn't threatening to dislocate. He took a deep breath before looking to the judging eyes of the council, but was surprised to see only two council members other than Michael who were looking at him with glares of hatred. The rest harbored a look of shock and uncertainty.

"Lucifer. It's been too long." Michael mused sarcastically with a wicked smile as he took his place amongst the council members. “I would love to say it’s good to see you, but unfortunately the mere sight of you is very unpleasant.”

Lucifer tightened his jaw, but said nothing.

Michael cocked his head at him, the smile turning into a teasing smirk. "Come now, you're not going to even give us a proper greeting?"

Lucifer hissed his retort. "Fuck you."

Raphael winced as Michael let out a sickening chuckle. He looked to the other council members, noticing Uriel and Saraquael with similar grotesque smiles. Gabriel, Raguel, and Remiel, however, shared in his discomfort, and tossed nervous glances amongst each other.

"Uh, Michael..." Gabriel nervously chimed in after a pause, trying his best to keep a smile on his face, though it was clearly weathered from nerves. "We...we shouldn't delay in discussing why you've brought Lucifer before us so suddenly, especially considering you didn't not get all of our approval before doing so."

Lucifer lifted an eyebrow as Michael's eyelid twitched. The archangel slowly tilted his head back to look at Gabriel, his intense eyes boring holes into the second in command. "Approval was not necessary. I made an executive decision for the safety of the Celestial realm."

Lucifer furrowed his brow. Safety? What was he talking about??

"When you discussed the revamping of the exchange program, I did not expect this to be your ulterior motive." Raguel shook his head in disapproval as he scratched his long, grey beard. "This isn't right, Michael. Send him home."

"And the human too." Remiel added, a furious look on her face. "I know many angels- including yourself- are wary of deceit from humans after what happened with Simeon, but we have no right to-"

"Silence!" Michael slammed his fists on the podium in front of him, breathing hard. The other council members snapped their mouths shut, not wanting to evoke Michael's fury. "Humans as a race are not the problem here. I've explained this to you thick headed fools 5 times already!"

Remiel gasped quietly, looking to Raguel and Gabriel for support. They said noting, only looked on in shock at Michael’s behavior.

Michael continued. "The problem is this particular human, and those who enable her. She should be exterminated for her sins... and Lucifer..."

He glanced to his former brother over the rim of his glasses, seeing his eyes go wide with panic at the acknowledgement that he wanted to have you killed.

He shook his head. "Lucifer is our second biggest threat if we are to get rid of her, and as such he should be imprisoned indefinitely at the very least- if not sentenced to suffer the same fate."

"Agreed." Uriel stated, without hesitation. "It took 5 injections of the strongest sedative we had to bring him down."

"Who knows what destruction he could cause with those brothers of his if we didn't include him in this." Saraqael glared at him, seemingly disgusted by his actions. "We should have executed all of them after their betrayal instead of letting them fall. The blood of their sister still runs through their veins, and the veins of that wretch of a human."

Michael nodded as Lucifer's lips upturned into a snarl. "His brothers will come for him, and prove just how much destruction they're capable of- but they're no match for our army." He turned back to Gabriel, shaking his head once more. "Mercy for blasphemous actions are what lead Simeon to fall in the first place. Are you suggesting you're fine with every angel turning a blind eye to grace and becoming demons themselves? That simply will not do!"

Gabriel gulped, glancing toward Lucifer and then back to Michael. "Demons are allowed to make their own decisions for how they run their realm. Lucifer having the freedom to love a human doesn't concern us at all, Michael. We have already agreed not to become politically invested in the Devildom beyond maintaining peace."

Raguel stood, mirroring Michael's intensity with his hands firmly on his podium. He had enough of Michael's dictator like order over the council, and unfairness in making such extreme decisions without their input. As the oldest member of the council and a man of tradition, he was insulted by Michael's apparent insolence and side-stepping of the parliament rules. "What you've done is akin to a declaration of war! We're you not able to set aside your petty jealousy of father's favoritism for one moment to think of the consequences of your bull-headed actions!?"

"Tch!" He stood and rounded the podium to the front of the room where Lucifer knelt. He paced in front of him, dark brown irises glaring down intensely at the eldest brother, completely ignoring Raguel's words. "Tell me: What would we have done if this human wasn't given the ring of light?"

“I hardly see what this has to do with anything.” Remiel muttered, sharing a nervous glance with Raguel.

“Just answer the question.” Michael demanded, glancing amongst the council. “Tell me what would have happened.”

Gabriel sighed, crossing his arms. "It was told to us by the sorcerer that her pacts with the brothers would have been revoked."

Michael let out a sickening laugh. "And you believed him?"

Gabriel was taken aback by his words. "I beg your pardon?"

"Lucifer needed to die in order to go with that route. Do you really think the demon prince, had he known, would have allowed that?"

There was a pause, before the hesitant council members slowly shook their heads.

Michael nodded, lips turning upwards into a smile. "Precisely. Now, wouldn't there be an easier option that would produce the same results? And it didn't even cross any of their minds."

The room wad quiet for a moment before Michael let out a 'tsk.'

"What they should have done was dispose of the threat. She not only holds pacts with 7 of the strongest demons at their disposal and could be considered a danger to both the Celestial Realm and the Devildom in that right, but weilding that power has made the entire fabric of the universe unstable."

Michael turned to Lucifer, crossing his arms. "Now, wouldn't such a danger to the 3 world's go directly against your precious Diavolo's plans?"

Lucifer swallowed, but remained silent.

"It would." He answered for him, turning back to the council. "And yet, his love for the human resulted in them risking the stability of not just the Devildom, but the Celestial Realm and the human world as well!"

"The solution that was arrived at was a suitable one." Raguel argued. "Providing the human with the ring of light was more than a reasonable solution, And I remember that you had hidden it from the council. Even after Simeon approached us with the option, you were still vehemently against it because of your own pride."

Michael glared at the older archangel. "And what if she were to take the ring off?"

Remiel sighed. "You saw it with your own eyes, Michael. She was terrified. Why in heavens name would she do that?"

"It doesn't matter how or why." Uriel nodded toward Michael. "His point still stands that it's a possibility, and made the option a mediocre one at best."

Raphael gripped his pants tightly in his fist. He wasn't sure who to side with at this point, and kept finding himself thinking back to Luke and the interactions he witnessed between the two of you. Raphael was still indifferent toward you, considering the bias he initially came into the Devildom with, but even a week with you was enough to sway his opinion slightly in the opposite direction.

Perhaps Michael was obsessed and blinded by anger and power, like Raguel had said to him before the meeting.

"Michael...y-you've gone mad..." Gabriel shook his head in a panic. "This isn't the way father would-"

"And how are you to know what father wants!" Michael snapped back. "I am the leader of this council, and I am the direct executor of his will!"

"Enough, Michael!" Remiel shouted, now standing. "The council was elected as a whole to execute father’s will. Cease this absurdity at once, and release these two back to Devildom! They are innocent!"

"Innocent!? Hah!" Michael laughed sarcastically at her. "Even meeting Mc in real life was enough to convince me she is anything but!"

Lucifer growled in warning, wanting desperately to tell Michael to keep your name off his lips.

Michael shook his head, feeling a shiver run through his spine as he remembered his encounter with the human. The way he felt such an unnatural pull toward her made him feel so disgraceful, and only re-affirmed his mindset on how dangerous she was. "Just the way in which she was dressed told me everything about her intentions. She’s clearly well able to use manipulation and seduction to her advantage. No wonder demons and angels alike have a difficult time controlling themselves around her- clearly she's inviting them to defile her!"

"Shut your fucking mouth!" Lucifer finally spat at him, finding himself enraged at the suggestion that your state of dress they had captured you in- that was supposed to be for his eyes only- was somehow an excuse for the trauma you suffered. His eyes bore holes into Michael's as they stared each other down. Lucifer panted, snarling at him as he wrestled with his binds, wanting to beat Michael to death right there.

"Tch." Michael narrowed his eyes. "How pitiful."

"Look, Michael..." Gabriel sighed, "despite your personal feelings on the matter, this entire situation needs further discussion, both amongst the council and with father directly. Until that is done, these two are not to be harmed, and should be returned home."

"We are not doing anything to either of them as long as there is disagreement among the council." Remiel reiterated Gabriel’s words, glaring at Michael with her emerald eyes filled with fire. "That is final."

Michael let out another sickening laugh, making the opposing council members' blood run cold. Even the two who were on his side lost the smirks they displayed through the meeting at the unsettling sound of it.

"This was not a request for any stupid debate, or a vote." He smirked toward Lucifer, who continued to glare at him. "This was just a warning to you that the wheels of retribution are already moving. Her punishment was started well before this meeting, and I saw to it personally."

"Wait...what?" Raphael finally spoke, unsure of what to make of Michael’s words. He glanced uneasily toward Uriel and Saraqael, who shared in his confusion. "Y-you said you would get the councils permission before...before-"

The color drained from Lucifer's face as Michael's smile grew. He felt his stomach churn as Michael folded his arms over his chest, staring Raguel down as the realization of what he had done sunk in to everyone in attendance.

"M-Michael... what did you do to that human?" Gabriel stuttered out, completely blindsided by Michael's descent into madness. He glanced to Lucifer, seeing the Avatar of Pride barely holding on to his emotions.

Michael stayed silent, watching the horror on their faces grow with each passing second. His wicked smile told them everything they needed to know.

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𝐈 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Elvis x Fem!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | With the news of Elvis leaving for the army, he decides to take a leap of faith and ask you a question that’s been on his mind for a while.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 1,391

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | Some angst but the fluff far outweighs it. Everyone’s in their feels. Little bit of crying from both parties. I think that’s it?

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 | Oh, to have E propose to you. *Dreamy Sigh*

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“The army?” Your voice was quiet, but the crack it made was blaring. You gazed ahead as Elvis closed the bedroom door behind himself. He agitatedly rubbed his hands down his face. The conversation downstairs had been tense, and the feeling still hung in the air. You didn’t know what to say. The thought of your boy going away to another country for two whole years made a pit form in your stomach. Elvis’ poor mama hadn’t taken the news well either, and you could still dimly hear her going on in the living room.

“I don’t like the thought of leaving home either. This whole thing is ‘bout to make me sick.” Elvis still stood with his back against the door, and you could see the war going on in his mind. He was no doubt running over his decisions that landed him here. Whether or not he did the right thing, blaming himself for the pain he was putting his parents and you through by him having to go away. You could see all of it passing over his hazy, unfocused eyes. You hated seeing him so distraught, and you knew the sorrowful expression on your face wasn’t helping. But you couldn’t imagine even trying to look like anything else right now.

The longer you sat there, allowing your mind to wander through all the horrible thoughts, the harder it was to keep your emotions in check. What if Elvis met someone else while he was gone? What if he decided he didn’t need you anymore? You didn’t even attempt to stop the first tear that fell and the others that followed.

“Oh, sweetness.” Elvis said when he noticed your sniffles. He was quick to stride over to the bed and draw you to his chest. He let you cry into his shirt until your hiccups slowed down. He tilted your face up with a slender finger to your chin. “Dry those tears, pretty girl, or you're gonna make me start bawlin’ too.”

You sucked in a breath. “I’m sorry. I should be the one comforting you,” you apologized.

“Come on, sweetness, don’t do that to yourself.” He sighed as he wiped away the tear stains on your cheeks. “We’re both allowed to be upset.” Elvis rested his chin on the top of your head. You two sat there for a long moment, just soaking up each other's presence. Your boy’s nimble fingers ran through your hair as yours clutched his shirtfront.

“I am so sorry, Y/N.” Elvis spoke after a long silence.

You pulled away and gazed up at him in confusion. “What on earth are you sorry for, baby?”

“For dragging you into all this mess.”

You chuckled slightly, and before Elvis could say anything else, you moved back farther so you could look him in the eyes. “I chose to be a part of this when I chose you, and I’m so glad I did. Even if it means I have to learn how to go two years without seeing you every day. I love you, and a little distance isn’t going to change that.”

“I know you love me, but…” He trailed off, trying to collect his thoughts. “Well, it’s just that you didn’t sign up for this. What if, in a few months or a year, you finally have enough and decide you're done waiting?”

You fought off a grin as he said that. If only he knew you were having similar thoughts.

“Elvis, I could never leave you. Yes, these two years are going to be torture, but I would never think about abandoning you.” When you still saw uncertainty in his blue eyes, you moved so that you were sitting in his lap. You wrap an arm around his neck and bring him incredibly close to you, chest to chest. "You're the love of my life. You're it for me, E."

The truth of your words struck you somewhere deep. Of course you’ve always known Elvis was your soulmate. You were well aware of that even before you two had started seeing each other. With his departure looming overhead, though, saying those words out loud seemed to have a new meaning for you. This man truly was your life. You were meant to be by his side, and he by yours.

Elvis’ voice draws you from the depths of your mind. “What if it didn’t have to be torture?” His eyes bore into yours with the question.

“What do you mean?” You ask, puzzled.

Elvis licked his lips nervously, and his hand on your back started to trace anxious shapes along your spine. He took a deep, slightly trembling breath and moved you off his lap. He stood suddenly, and you couldn’t keep the concerned look off your face.

“Elvis, what-”

He got down on both knees and took your hands in his, cutting off the question rising from your lips.

“Y/N, I love you so much. Sometimes it’s painful how much I love you. It makes me just ache inside. The thought of the possibility you might not be mine someday sends me into a panic.”

He smiled and shook his head. His thoughts were going a mile a minute as he tried to find the right words to say. The right way to ask you what he’d been thinking for a long time. His going away to Germany just helped give him the shove forward he needed.

“Since the first day we met, when you quite literally knocked me off my feet on the sidewalk, I haven’t been able to think about anyone else. You took over my mind. You were a glowing star so bright, I couldn’t see anything else. You’re all there is and all there ever will be.”

You didn’t know where this love speech was going, but the tears of sadness you were crying before turned into happy, heartfelt tears from hearing your boy speak so beautifully about his love for you. You wanted to grab his face in your hands and plant a kiss right on his plush lips. But you could tell he still had more to say, so you held in your urges.

“You were an angel sent from above. You were an ethereal vision of a girl, and I’ve never been able to get enough of you. I never will. So, with me leaving and all, I wanna ask you to be mine forever. So you can come with me when I leave if you want.”

Your pulse picked up at the implication of his words. You watched him shift from kneeling on both knees to one.

“Will you marry me, Y/N?”

Elvis looked at you with such devotion and adoration that your breath got caught in your throat. You always thought he was the most beautiful man there was, sometimes on an unfair level, but the look he had on his face was breathtaking. All his love for you was right on the surface. It made his eyes sparkle with such life, and the blush on his cheeks made him look all the more romantic.

You realized you were taking too long to answer when he started to mumble something about there being no ring.

“Yes!” You cried. “Of course I’ll marry you, E. And I would love to go to Germany with you.”

“You mean it?” He asked just to make sure he’d heard you right. He couldn’t actually believe you’d just said yes. When you were just looking at him wide-eyed with your pretty pink lips slightly parted in shock, he feared you’d reject him.

“You're damn right, I mean it.” You laughed, and he couldn't help but mimic you.

Your giggles quickly went silent as the two of you took a moment to process that you were engaged now. You’d have to tell your parents. That was definitely going to be interesting. They loved Elvis, and you knew they were holding out hope that you two would get married. But this was all so sudden, and that part about you moving to another country for two years might not go over as well as you hoped.

“Hey.” Elvis nudges his nose with yours. “Stop thinkin’ so much, sweetness. Everything’ll be alright.”

You sighed and nodded your head in agreement. “As long as I’m with you, E, everything is always alright.”

I don't know how I feel about the ending, but oh well. Hope you all enjoy! <3

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Cornerstone. ii

Part i

Inspired/based by Arctic Monkeys’ song.

Content: Angsty to Fluff (don’t get tricked by this).

Disclaimer: English is not my first lenguaje so if there’s any mistake i’m sorry, i’ll try to correct it. Also, some dates are mixed up, so the real life time line would be a little bit affected. Hmmmm… This turned out longer than i thought, so if i how many parts will end up being.

3rd person narrator

2018

Y/n was back in Holmes Chapel with her parents and sister. And her whole family will arrive soon to their home for the December holidays.

If you’d ask her, she would tell you that this wasn’t her plan of passing the christmas holidays. She wanted to go out, but she already promised her mum that she’d be there to help.

Right now she was, like a teenager, planning in escaping through the window of her childhood bedroom and go to a bar.

She was having a hard time pretending to be okay. After the her split with Harry, they only talked once, to agree how to lift her things from their home to sell the it. She paused her work activities, her whole life was in pause for this horrible situation.

“Y/n?” the voice of her mum muffled through the door.

“Now i go.”

“We need some stuff from the store.”

“I’ll go, don’t worry” she got up quickly, wanting a distraction from her overthinking, also not wanting to be help in the kitchen. She found her mum at her door.

“Thank you, darlin’ ”she said sweetly and hugged her before accompanying her to the front door. Y/n was mummy’s girl. And also a little daddy’s girl…

When Y/n finally arrived to the market she saw a pair of familiar silhouettes, she hoped to the universe that it was just a vision trick and tried to continue her shopping.

“Y/n/n?”

“Shit…” she whispered to the cereal in front of her, then turned around giving a sympathetic smile. “Hi!”

“How are you darlin’?” Anne said giving her a hug.

“I’m good, thank you. What ‘bout you?”

“Oh, i’m good as well, with the last minute shopping.”

“Yeah. I get it” Y/n laughed pointing to her cart.

“Is your mum with you?”

“No, i’m on my own”

“Oh, that a shame, i was hoping to say hi to her, we haven’t had time to talk.”

“I’ll tell her”

“Thanks, sweety”

“No problem” A not so awkward silence settle in the group of women. “Oh. Am… I must rush, my mum‘s gonna be mad. It was great to see you girls.”

“It was great seeing you, darlin’ ”

“Yeah, nice seeing you, Y/n/n.” Gemma said clearly uncomfortable, same.

And then she wanted to cry, this was probably the last interaction that she was going to have with this women, that she saw as sister and second mother respectively.

“Yes. Great. Have a nice day, amm, and happy christmas.”

“You too!”

Harry’s POV

2018

I was waiting in the car, listening to the new sample of a new song from the new album.

It’s been probably an hour and i don’t see my sister and mum wanting to leave any time soon. I’m bored. I’m sad. I’m feeling like shit, basically.

I didn’t expect that i’ll be sitting all alone in an almost empty parking lot in christmas eve. What i expected was watching my family creating chaos trying to have everything set for the dinner, with laughs, jokes, anecdotes and fun.

I expected to be with Y/n, talking about the wedding plans, our projects, us. Then i started crying, for second time of the day.

Now this is my life like. Wake up, cry, being forced to do something by Gemma, cry again ‘cause i do everything wrong and sleep.

The muffled voice of my sister and mother passed gently through the car.

“She looks sad.”

“Mum, i love you, but stop it. We don’t know what’s going on.”

“Yeah, but, i wanted to tell her how… is. They could talk”

“Anne. No. They are adults, they’ll know what’s the best for them.”

“They clearly don’t.”

“Excuse me?”

“Shh… we’ll talk later.”

They entered the car. “Everything’s okay?”

“Yes.” Gemma said simply.

“What was that?” I asked.

“What was what?” my sister let out a nervous chuckle. “Can we go?”

“Am… well. What were you talking about?” I started the car.

“Oh, that… It-It’s nothi-”

“We found Y/n/n on the market.”

“Mum!” Gemma yelled looking back at her.

“Oh. Y/n/n like… Y-Y/n Y/n?”

“Yeah, that’s not important right now. We have to start preparing the food. Let’s go.”

“I didn’t know she was back home.”

“You knew it well, Harry.”

“D’you think’s a good idea to go to talk to her? You know, for our- uhm, the apartment situation.” I ignored the comment, understanding how stupid my question was in the first place.

“No.”

“Yes!”

“Why not Gemma?” I said, slightly offended, i don’t know why.

“We know you do not just want to talk about the apartment.”

“What’s the problem with that?”

“That’s gonna hurt you, and her too.”

“What?”

“I just think the wound it’s still very fresh.”

Just when i was about to give her the reason, mum interrupted.

“It’s good for you guys to talk, alone.”

“Yeah…” I said.

“No! What would you talk about?”

I didn’t responded.

“Exactly, mum, let him make his decisions on his own.”

“You just told me to not go to talk to Y/n/n.” I argued to my sister.

“Alright, then do whatever you want, i was just giving you some advice.”

“Me too.” said mum.

I sat there for a moment, thinking what would be the best option, i understood and kinda agreed with Gemma, but also wanted to see her.

A girl with two bags was walking to the only other car in the lot, a guy was following her with two other tote bags.

I could definitely tell who the girl was, even if i only saw her back.

“Now i come.” I quickly took off my belt and got out of the car.

“Thank you, Matt.” I haven’t heard her bounce in so long.

“There’s no problem. It was nice to catch up. Nice day, Y/n/n” he gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“You too!” He started to walk away.

I walked closer to them. Her back was facing me.

“Hey mate! How’re ya?”

Now I recognized him. He is Matt, we were in school together, with Y/n too. He gives me a friendly hug.

“Hi man. Good, you?” I said nervous.

“I’m great! Heading to home to help. The dad life’s tough.”

“Woah, congratulations, i’ll have to meet them.”

“Of course, will be great. We should also have a drink one day, like a double date.”

“Sorry?”

“You and Y/n/n and me and my girlfriend.” he said confused, pointing her with his thumb.

“Oh. Y-yeah.” I was about to tell him the truth, but it was too much, not the time. “Sounds great.”

“Perfect. Have to go, see you?”

“Definitely. Bye, nice day.” He gave me a slight slap in the back and walked away.

I was taken aback by the conversation, it was a signal that i shouldn’t go after Y/n?

“Harry?”

Or maybe not.

“Yeah?” I said stopped overthinking. I saw her, she looked tired but so angelic at the same time, the light behind her definitely helped that image.

“A-am… hi.”

“Hi.” I smiled.

“Are you okay?”

“Mhm…” she looked at me with concern. Did i looked bad? “y-yes.”

“D’you want me to call your mum o…or Gemma?”

“Uh… no? They’re in t-the car.”

“Oh, okay. Well.” she said awkwardly, great. “I should get going. Goodbye, Harry.”

“Am… Can we talk? Not now if you don’t want to, b-but maybe later? I’ll be here for some weeks…” I offered her an smile. She reciprocated it.

“Uh… I’ll check my agenda” She doesn’t have one. I let out a giggle looking at the floor, she must’ve notice. “Don’t be surprised, Styles, i have one.”

“I didn’t said anything.” I smiled again, she did too, wider this time. God i missed this.

“Your number’s still the same?” Bold. Just like i remembered.

I nodded.

“Okay, i’ll call you then.”

“I’ll be waiting for it.” She nodded again.

“Happy christmas to all over there.”

“Thanks, same for your family”

“Thanks.”

“Bye” I smiled even more.

“Bye.” she muttered with a little smirk.

She got into her car and before starting her car she said goodbye with her hand, then she left.

I punched the air in bliss spinning in my feet. It was the same reaction that i had when we had our first kiss. Thing could be like before… no. Are going to be better.

“What happened?” my mum asked exited.

“I think i have a chance to make up everything.”

“Another one?” Gemma laughed sourly.

“Gemma.”

“Okay. Good for you H. Don’t mess it up this time.”

“I won’t.” My smile was not going to leave my face anytime soon.

Y/n’s POV

2018

Stupid Harry and his charms.

“What took you so long?” Was the first thing i heard when i entered the house, my sister groaning.

“She’s here. That’s what matters. Honey, help her with some bags.”

My dad grabbed the two bags that i had in my hands and offered me a smile.

“It must been very busy.” Said my mum when we were going to get the other two bags.

“No, just, some… unexpected encounters. Ah, Anne says hi. And uh… Harry says merry christmas.”

“Harry?” she said shocked for obvious reasons.

“Yeah…”

“How?”

“Uh… the faith?”

“Oh, sweetie. That must been pretty hard.” she hugged me.

“It was really good actually. We probably talk soon.”

My mum gives me a look that i can read. “Oh, okay.”

“D’you think it’s not a good idea?”

“No… you know what you do and… if that makes you happy it’s okay to me.”

“But i want your advice.”

“I honestly don’t trust him anymore.”

“Why?” I asked genuinely curious.

“I just… think that he takes you for granted. It has happened more than once.”

“Being honest, i’ve thought about that as well.”

“I think he has to do some reality check.”

“Okay. Well, he probably has done it now?”

“I don’t know honey. I really hope so, i do think you two are soulmates.”

I nervously chucked. I’ve thought that too.

“Maybe.”

“But, it’s not time for that, now, help me here.”

We entered the house with everything.

“How can i help?”

“Go to the office and wrap the grift, please” answered my sister.

“Yes ma’am.”

“Ugh, you have become way too american.”

“I know, it sucks.”

“Go.”

“ ‘Right, on my way.”

This is depressing. Maybe it was not the best idea, but i don’t care, i have the christmas melancholy.

“Hello?”

“Am… hey Harry, It’s Y/n.”

“Oh, hi. How’re you there?”

“Honestly, a little bored.”

“Yeah, me too. I can’t help in anything.”

“Why? You’re a great chef.”

“They won’t let me, I’m here in the couch.”

“Uh, great. I’m wrapping some presents.” i left a small chuckle.

“You?” He said with disbelief.

“What do you mean with by me?”

“You’re not the greatest with crafts.”

“Ouch? For your information i’m doin’ a great job.”

“That’s good to know… Am, don’t to sound harsh but can i help you in anythin’?”

“Well, distract me from the boredom…” I’m so stupid.

“I’m always glad to help.”

“And to ask you when you are free to… talk.”

“I’m always free fo’ you.”

“Too flirty, Styles.”

“No! I wasn’t trying anything…”

“It’s okay. But really, when?”

“We could go to the cafe down the street of the church on Wednesday?”

“Perfect, in the morning’s good for you?”

“Yes.”

“It’s a plan.”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

“Great.” i laughed quietly. Probably neither of of wanted to hang up.

“Am… would you mind accompanying’ me in this nightmare? I just ripped a whole sheet of Peppa pig patterned paper. Kara’s gonna kill me.”

He laughed out loud. “Kara’s too sweet for that, plus she hates Peppa.”

“But loves George and now a multiple of them don’t have a head.”

“It also had George?”

I wish that I could get this everyday of the rest of my life, and maybe i could still happen. I really want that.

3rd person narrator

2018

Y/n was up very early in the morning casually jogging around a few neighbor houses, concentrated in dissect the new album she recently bought.

Meanwhile, Harry was coaching himself and also practicing every possible answer he could use in the mirror.

The two of them were nervous about their appointment not so later that day, non of them really knew what was it for.

“I’m going out, I’ll be right back.”

“Be careful, Harry.”

“I know mum. Love you.”

“Love you.”

Harry walked at a leisurely pace, knowing he was almost half an hour early. He thought of all the possible inputs for a conversation about their relationship, but also overthinking about what would you want to talk about.

«What if she doesn’t want to go back? What if she's over it? Does she is tired of me?»

“Mornin’! How can i help you?” a guy on the other side of the counter.

“Hi, uh… i would like a dark coffee…” should i order for Y/n/n? “And an iced coffee with oat milk please.”

“They’ll be ready in a minute.”

“Thanks.”

He waited one of the benches sitting outside of the little place, bouncing his leg up and down. There was only a few people around at this hour, all of them minding their own business. He had nothing better to do, so he was watching them although didn’t recognized a lot of them. A few waves later the coffees were ready, and his date if you want to call her like that, arrived.

“Hi”

“Hey… do you have a lot of time here?”

“No…” Yes. “I jus’ arrive.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Here, uh, i ordered for you. I hope doesn’t bother you.”

“Thanks! Ah, does it has oat…”

“Oat milk? Yes.”

She smiled looking to the ground.

«You’re making it a difficult task to play it cool, Styles.»

“Do you want to take a seat, there’s a table for two.”

“Yes please, i’m exhausted.”

“What’s that for?”

“The daily run, remember?”

“Yeah, you still do it? I thought you hated it.” he smiled.

“I hated to always have paparazzi around.”

“Me too, sorry.”

“It’s not your fault…”

“Kinda.”

“Well, yes.” she smiled too.

“How was your christmas?”

“Ah, I can’t really tell you, i had a whiskey bottle in my bedroom, don’t really remember much of it.”

“What? Really? But weren’t you on med…”

“I’m joking Harry. Jesus… Do you really think that of me.” She faked an offended tone, Harry’s worries want partly gone.

“I don’t know…” he chuckle as a gasp scaled the lips of Y/n. “Mines were okay.”

“Yeah, that’s the perfect description.”

“Our call made it better, though…” Harry muttered while he was watching his coffee cup as if it was super interesting.

“Ah… We already started with the hints.”

“Well…”

“What do you wanted to talk about.” Y/n pressed her knee up to her chest.

“About the apartment.”

“Really? I already told you to take it, do whatever you want with it.” Her tone had some disappointment aside with annoyance.

“Okay, I also wanted to talk about us, i don’t think we even make our… break up official?” those words broke him, he didn’t want to make it official.

“You wanna make it official?”

“Uh…” Was she giving him a chance? “No.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“I’ve thought about us. I would also want to try it again… I mean… I guess you want it too.”

“Of course.” Harry leaned on the table and put his hands on it. He never left her eyes.

“But i want you to promise that you’re a hundred percent sure that you’re gonna be as invest in this as me, i think that’s what failed…”

“Definitely.”

“I want you to answer me more than monosyllables. We both failed in something not just one of us, I already told you what i think went wrong, tell me what you think, i want to know, please.”

“Well.. Uhm. I think out schedules have been rough since, you know, the band and your degree… We could organize our lives together, and the commitment as well.” He was nervous, didn’t know why.

“Okay, thanks for telling me…” she grabbed her hand around his. “I agree with you…”

“So… would you like to work in this, together.”

“Yes.”

The rest of the days, no, weeks, no, almost months. They passed their days like the teenagers they once were, but always having in mind to have more maturity, or that’s what they said.

It was undeniable that they still love each other with all their hearts.

“H…” Her lips were attached to his.

“Yes?” He mumbled against her gloss covered lips.

Y/n moved her head and lay it on his chest, hugging him.. “We should go.”

Her hair smelled like his shampoo. “Why? It’s so calm here…”

“You sound like a child.” She laughed.

“I’m feeling like one.” He looked it the sunset.

“It’s a nostalgic day…”

“Also. But this, being here, with you, the view, everythin’. I would like to freeze in this moment forever.”

“That so cheesy…” She could felt the vibration from his chest by his laughter.

“Thanks, love.”

“No problem, bae.”

“Okay, you officially ruined it.”

“Wu! Let’s go, i want to go to the new pub.”

“Okay, let’s go.”

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Pretty sure at least half the asks are gonna be about this but

y/n, Joon. How bout that kiss?

Also me @joon after that happened:

I really just want to say how proud and happy I am for the both of you in realizing and learning how to cope with your insecurities/demons, and seeking additional help for the things you need to work on. Furthermore, I’m even more glad that you two are talking to one another about these now as opposed to glossing over them or assuming the other is okay with things currently🥺

I’ve loved/hated reading about your journey thus far and I’m really gonna miss y’all *blow nose and dabs tears*. Gonna go now before I cause a scene and ugly cry lol

Namjoon folds his arms and sports a grimace. 'Yours was the only ask about it.' He huffs. 'I mean sure, y/n was caught off guard and it was a spur of the moment thing, but, I am a pretty good kisser and I deserve a bit of acknowledgement. And thank you for that acknowledgement.' His dimples shine through as he smiles.

'Thank you for asking about the kiss, emmy,' y/n smiles up at you as she strokes the hair on Namjoon's nape.

'psst,' y/n leans forward as if passing along sensitive information, 'the kiss,' she fans herself subtly,

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Y/n & Joon : 🥺

'I mean it's been hard,' Namjoon shrugs,' but the first step is accountability ya know...' He laces his fingers through y/n's, 'And I'm sure I can do anything with y/n by my side. She's been the strong one this whole time.'

'It's been a lot, for our whole family, but you being a part of our journey, the ups and downs and the process,' Y/n sighs and offers you a smile, 'what more can we ask for. Just a human loving other humans for being themselves. And don't stop,' yn looks at you pointedly, ' be as you as you can possibly be, and if love doesn't work,' her lips curve on one side, 'give 'em hell.'

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Dee @ Emmy

#Nerve asks #Thank you emmy #Sorry for the late answer #❤️❤️❤️

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Intersect, Part 5 | KNJ

Intersect, Part 5

Definition: To meet and cross at a point; To share a common area

✫✫✫Intersect Masterlist✫✫✫

Pairing: KNJ x fem!reader; with appearances by OT7

Rating: M (🔞)

Genre: Office!AU; enemies to lovers; fluff; angst; smut

Word count: 7.9K+ words

Warnings: office banter; excessive cussing; secret office romance; unrequited love; pining; light physical threats (nothing really happens); hints of toxic relationship; heavy alcohol consumption; hangover aftermath; lots of crying; soft-Joon; a character gets injured

Summary: You hate him, he hates you. You were both fine staying in your own lanes–until you’re forced to work together on a make-or-break project for your company.

A/N: I was going to split this but thought--whatever, I'm out of time and needed to get this update out! Lots of stuff happening here and I had to backtrack and watch a few Run BTS episodes--which is not really a problem. Anyway, I've also been wanting to write about Namjoon's Patek Philippe watch...and here it is, finally!

One more note--a few of these scenes here were inspired by an episode of Insecure from their final season (sorry, I love that show so much)! I love me some Molly and Taurean ♥️ Anyway--ENJOY!

You didn’t know what to say to Jungkook. Another excuse? Truthfully, you didn’t even want to think of one.

“Fuck this. I mean…if I was dad, I’d be getting my shotgun ready.”

“You’re overreacting, Jungkook-ah,” you said blandly.

“Like hell I am!” He’s pacing the room, nostrils flaring. Pissed that Yoongi had canceled last-minute…again.

You were in the kitchen, your hip leaning against the counter, staring at your phone with your thumb hovering over your text application’s keypad, contemplating a response.

It’s fine–I understand.

I sprung this on you and didn’t really expect you to be there.

I’m sorry if you felt pressured.

Would any of those work, you thought to yourself.

We never really talked about the state of our relationship.

Relationship? Would you even call it that? Maybe you missed the part where you two defined it or put a label on it. Your screen went dark and locked up from inactivity.

“Noona?”

Your brother was incredibly perceptive. He was a chaotic chatterbox when he was excited or riled up about something but he was quiet when he needed to be. And when he was, he listened intently…and felt profoundly.

“Hm?”

“C’mon, let’s go out for ice cream,” he urges.

Jungkook noticed your reticence and felt that you needed a respite.

“Uhm–” you hesitated for a moment.

“It will be refreshing, I promise. My treat,” he coaxes with a soft smile.

******

It was a humid evening. Although the walk around the block was pretty torturous due to the mugginess, you were still relieved that Jungkook convinced you to come out for a treat–momentarily forgetting the reason for tonight’s disappointment.

The snack shop had a variety of options–from fried snacks to sweets like dessert crepes, boba tea, and ice cream.

“I think I’m gonna get the hot fudge sundae,” Jungkook utters while you both stand in line, looking at all of the offerings on the overhead display screen behind the counter.

“How ‘bout you, noona? What do you feel like?”

“Can’t we just split that?” you asked.

“Uhh…” he hesitated. Jungkook was not big on sharing–especially with his favorite snacks.

“Fuck, fine. Not sure why I even asked,” you muttered. “I guess I’ll just have my standby mint-chip ice cream.”

Then comes a soft gagging sound, which you ignored.

“Maybe I’ll get a triple-scoop in a waffle bowl.”

The gagging becomes more apparent this time and you caught the person who stood ahead of you with their shoulders heaving.

You finally scoffed and tapped them on the back. ”Excuse me, do you have a problem with my dessert choices?”

When he turns around, Jungkook’s eyes immediately light up.

******

Namjoon grimaces as he watches you consume spoonfuls of acid-green ice cream into your mouth. You look at him pointedly.

“I’m sorry, but that is just the most disgusting flavor ever invented.”

“‘Disgusting’ is such a strong word, Namjoon,” you said as you broke off a piece of your waffle bowl to mix it with your next bite.

Jungkook was busy inhaling his sundae–which he got with a double serving of fudge, whipped cream, and extra cherries.

Namjoon was halfway through his strawberry, banana, and nutella crepe when he was distracted by the minty scent of your dessert, after the three of you decided to share a table where you sat across from him.

He listened to you hum in appreciation and watched as your tongue licked the back of the spoon clean. “Delicious. You should try it sometime,” you urged.

“My mouth is watering already,” he meant it to be sarcastic but it came out a little too huskily.

You raised your eyebrows at his comment.

He coughs to clear his throat. “What I mean is–I love oral hygiene as much as the next person but I don’t have any desire to ingest anything that tastes like something to clean my mouth with.”

You started to think about his mouth since he mentioned it twice already…but you rolled your eyes instead. “The mint flavor is meant to be refreshing and cooling during a hot day!”

He snorted. “That’s a completely redundant argument and you know it.”

“Excuse me? What do you mean by that?”

“It’s ice cream! You could pick any flavor! It will cool you down, regardless, because it is already cold to begin with!” He shakes his clenched fists passionately to make a point.

“You’re just a hater,” you said, then upturned your chin dismissively.

He smirked. “What–no smartass comeback from Miss YN? Did I actually win this one?”

You scoffed. “It’s not just the mint. There’s chocolate in there, too! What’s not to love?”

“Respectfully, YN–let’s break down the ingredients, shall we? It’s a combination of something that people are fond of–chocolate,” he holds one palm up slowly, “Which is then bastardized with a smattering of toothpaste flavor,” he presents the other palm more aggressively before clasping his hands together. “Combined? You’re brushing your teeth and eating chocolate at the same time. It’s just…blasphemous,” he shook his head.

“Wow, you really have a strong opinion about this,” you commented, as he continued to eat his crepe.

Namjoon was about to open his mouth to make another point but you both pause when you hear Jungkook sniggering.

You turned your attention to him to find that he had been watching you both go back and forth this whole time.

“Oh, please keep going! Don’t stop on my account. This is too good,” he says, scrunching his nose into a big, bunny smile.

******

“Maaannn–hyung-nim is hilarious!”

You’re not sure how it happened but Jungkook managed to get permission from Namjoon to call him ‘hyung.’

“Don’t get too comfortable, Jungkook,” you said sarcastically as you both walked back to your apartment.

“You know, noona, I’m starting to think you were just making up all that shit this whole time–”

“Excuse me?”

He laughs. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. He seems so nice though?”

You sighed. “I mean–to be fair, you’ve never seen him in top form–his most annoying form,” you clarified.

But something’s changed. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it. He had been surprisingly less argumentative and even complimentary the last few days at work, especially after turning in that proposal to the Moonstone Foundation.

That Friday night at bowling, he was joking around, laughing with the rest of the group, and talking trash–not to be mean-spirited. He was just out having fun.

Until of course, that awkward run-in–which was in the back of your mind while you were at the snack shop. You didn’t want to bring it up on account of your brother being there. You figured it was a sore subject that he didn’t want to delve into.

You weren’t really part of his social circle–the happy hour was an isolated event, to say the least. But you were starting to see him in a new light and somehow, it didn’t bother you.

“Or…maybe he just didn’t want to be insufferable since you were there,” you said, trying to justify it.

You both arrived at your front gate and he takes the keys from you to unlock it. Once you both stepped into your home and left your shoes at the door, he sighs.

“Yeah. Or maybe he’s just misunderstood? I don’t know.”

“I wouldn’t know either. We don’t have that kind of relationship anyway,” you said. Your comment wasn’t meant to be dismissive–it was just a fact.

“I might take his advice though–I mean, he didn’t have to say all those things but he gave me a lot to think about,” he says as he turns your portable air conditioner on to full blast before plopping down on the couch, leaning his head back onto the cushion.

When Jungkook talked about deciding on whether to get right into the workforce or go to grad school, Namjoon kindly gave him some advice on the pros and cons of either one.

“You’re right, he didn’t have to do that,” you said as you also had this same conversation with Jungkook in the past but left it up to him to decide on what to do next.

“I know–and he didn’t have to offer to write me a letter of recommendation to any chosen grad program that I wanted to enroll in–if that's what I decided to do,” he laughs.

“That was incredibly generous of him,” you commented as you took the spot next to him, after he grumbled that you were blocking his air.

“Yeah…really generous,” Jungkook says wistfully.

He then turns head towards you. “Are you sure you guys haven’t fucked?”

You instinctively punch him in the arm.

He throws his head back in laughter. “I’m so glad I came out here, noona.”

“Yeah…me, too.”

******

The next morning, before he set off on his long drive back to university, you were running through a mental checklist in your head to make sure that he had enough provisions to get him through his roadtrip.

He rolled his eyes. “Geez, you’re worse than mom,” he jokes.

“You’re still my little brother. Just shut up and let me take care of you!”

He relents and lets you have your way. When he has everything packed up, you hand him some cash–for food, gas, or a hotel stay.

“This is way too much, noona,” he says as he tries to hand you back some of the money.

You pushed his hand back towards him. “Just take it, Kookie. It’s a long drive–and between us? I know that I am not the struggling student here.”

He smiles then pockets the money before he envelops you in a tight embrace.

“Feel free to come see me whenever, okay?” He murmurs into your hair.

“How much of a heads up do you need in case you had any guests at your off-campus apartment?”

He giggled in response, releasing you from his hold. “Hey…listen…I’m sorry for the things I said about Yoongi.”

You sighed in response. “Oh, Jungkookie, I’m not mad or anything.”

“Yeah, but I don’t even know the guy. I could be wrong about him. And I’m wrong a lot, you know,” he gives you a half-smile. “Maybe the timing’s just bad or…” he trails off.

“I guess. But that’s not really anything that you should worry about,” you said.

“And neither should you. I just want you to be happy, sis–that’s all.”

As annoying as your brother was most times, it made your heart lurch at how absolutely sweet he could be. “Thanks, butthead.”

With a grin and one final hug, he was off.

A few minutes later, a text message comes through.

Yoongi: Hey…I was wondering if I could stop by later. Can we talk?

******

You stood in your kitchen, arms crossed over your chest while leaning against the counter while Yoongi sat on your couch quietly.

After some awkward smalltalk, you finally decided to just rip the bandage off. “You know, Yoongi–we don’t have to do this,” you began.

“No, YN. I–I’ve been unfair to you these last few days and you deserve an explanation.”

“What happened, Yoongi? Just be honest with me. Was it something that I said or did?”

“No, no. It’s not that. It’s…me. It’s on me,” he says, with his hands on his chest, as he turns to look at you.

“I don’t get it. I thought that…I thought that we were–to use your words, ‘having fun?’”

“We are…were,” he says, rubbing his face with his palms.

Here come the past tense references. You chuckled to yourself.

“I saw Cici at the conference.”

“Sorry, who?”

“Cici. My…” he exhaled sharply, as if to pace himself, “Ex-girlfriend.”

It occurred to you that he hadn’t really mentioned her name or talked about her much.

“She’s in public policy, too.” Yoongi says unnecessarily and pauses.

You rubbed your cheek and rested your mouth over your palm, in deep thought while dreading the next words that would come out of his mouth. You never really prodded or asked about his ex. He may have mentioned her once or twice during your many conversations but you were too enraptured in the moment.

You attempted to steady your already shaky breath. “Okay…and?”

“And we talked.”

Another long pause.

“I had to think things through carefully because…she broke my heart and…we just wanted different things. It took me a while to get over that and I really didn’t want to be in that place again. I was done with it…or–at least, I thought I was. A-and then…”

“So you fucked.” You said it in a very simplistic tone.

“No, no!” he said adamantly. “No, it wasn’t like that.”

Somehow, his denial didn’t bring you any relief. The tears were starting to build up but you shifted your position, distracting yourself to prevent them from falling.

“The rest of the week, I was just really confused. I was just letting it all sink in…and then I thought about you and…”

You shook your head gently. You wanted to believe that was true–but couldn’t bring yourself to it. You took a few steps to the other counter that was closer to the couch, arms spread on either side of you while your palms gripped the underside of the lip.

“Just cut the shit, Yoongi, please.” You begged him to end the torture this moment…you held your breath.

He inhales sharply then exhales to get the rest of his thoughts out. “I…We…decided that we were going to try and work things out.”

The second you released that breath, you felt the tears rapidly making their way to the forefront. You bit the inside of your cheek, hanging on to whatever minute fiber of self-preservation you had within you.

“I-I’m sorry, YN. I…didn’t mean to–”

“Stop, please. I don’t want to hear it.”

“No, YN. I just feel horrible about this. I’ve been struggling with it since I got back. You’re such a great person–”

“Yoongi, please…” your voice was barely a whisper.

He rises to move towards you but you hold your hands up in defense, stopping him in his tracks.

You squeezed your eyes shut and shook your head again. “I’d like you to leave.”

He stands there, of two minds about it–he wants to wrap you in his arms but doesn’t want to blur the lines further.

You opened your eyes, seeing that he hasn’t moved an inch. “I said, I’d like you to leave. Now.” you said a bit more firmly before turning your back towards him, your head in your hands.

“YN–I’m really–”

“Fuck, are you deaf?” You snapped as you rapidly turned back to look at him, eyes filled with rage. “I said, go!” You yelled out.

He gives a curt nod, picks up his jacket and walks towards the doorway.

You turned away from him once more and as soon as you heard the door click, you collapsed onto your kitchen floor.

******

Although you wanted to spend the day in your pajamas, just laying in bed and watching a Friends marathon on TV–you still had to go to the staff retreat out of town–which unfortunately, Yoongi was going to as well.

You had to pull yourself together.

You found the strength to pack your bag first thing in the morning and still had plenty of time to make it to the coordinated bus ride to the location.

People seemed to really like the beach last year as opposed to the mountains and staying in log cabins in previous years. Everyone had voted and Celina recognized the democratic process and booked a whole resort for three days and two nights for your company, packed with team building and extracurricular activities.

You sat with Mirai on the bus and were quiet for most of the ride. However, you frequently chatted her up so she wouldn’t have to ask questions.

******

After everyone is checked into their rooms, you all gathered out to the beachfront where Celina gives her welcome remarks.

She thanks the HR and administrative support teams for organizing and planning everything. She goes on to give a rough layout of what’s to happen during your stay at the resort. She emphasizes that although most of the activities were to encourage getting to know your teammates better and strengthening the level of trust in them, it was still meant to be a way to relax and decompress after a long and arduous proposal and conference season.

You weren’t exactly sure how relaxation would be possible since the current source of your stress was standing just a few feet from you. After Celina’s remarks, she instructs everyone to break into their regular working teams to prepare for the Office Olympics.

As you begin to walk off with Jimin and Mirai, you see Yoongi closing in on you.

“Hey guys, wait up!” You call out to them, effectively warding him off. You’re not sure for how long but you were determined to avoid him as much as you possibly could for the duration of the retreat.

Namjoon was off with his own team while Yoongi was teamed up with a couple of research fellows who didn’t have any direct reports underneath them.

There were six events in all. Whichever team garners the most points by the end of Day 2 is awarded the gold medal.

Jin and the finance team were determined to be in serious contention this year since they finished two points behind your team. It was a bitter loss to him.

The first event was table tennis–which Jin and his team aced. Typical…but you took the loss in stride. You still finished second and what was important was to accumulate enough points at the end of the day to get to the finish line.

Second event was a limbo bar relay–where teams had to carry another teammate on their back to pass through it.

“That’s impossible,” Yoongi says with a chuckle as Celina explains the rules.

You rolled your eyes at him. “It’s easy! Look–c’mon, Jimin,” you said as you stood back-to-back, linking elbows, before lifting him up on your back then walking under the bar. “See? It’s not that difficult,” you said to him.

Needless to say, your team slayed the event, thanks to your relatively lithe teammates.

The third event was dodgeball.

For the final round, the last four teams were combined for a sudden death match to finalize the day’s leaderboard. Jin and Namjoon’s team were paired together while your team and Yoongi’s team were merged.

Things got very intense pretty quickly so there wasn’t enough time for awkwardness with Yoongi. Each team took major hits until Namjoon’s team was completely eliminated. The last ones standing were you, Jin, and Yoongi. You picked up a ball and hurled it at Jin, which he avoided. He then takes his turn and throws it at you. You swerved to avoid it, unaware of Yoongi’s current position behind you.

Yoongi dives to the ground in an attempt to catch the ball to throw it back at Jin to eliminate him–but he miscalculates, losing his footing and falling on his shoulder—hard.

Everyone sitting on the sidelines gasps. Yoongi slowly rolls over, wincing and writhing in pain. You instinctively walk towards him to check his condition but someone else beats you to it.

“Can someone please call a medic? Or call hotel staff to get an ambulance and bring him to the emergency room to get checked out,” Celina orders. She then proceeds to ask Yoongi where he thought the pain was coming from and if he could stand up.

As head of the company, she took it upon herself to be liable for each and everyone of you. Jimin had an ill-timed rupture in his appendix during last year’s retreat. She rode in the ambulance with him, stayed until he was out of surgery, and the doctors gave him the all-clear for the evening.

“I’ll go to the concierge,” her assistant says.

On account of Yoongi’s injury and while waiting for the ambulance to take them to the nearest emergency room, Celina proposes that everyone get the same score for the third event to add to the end-of-day tally–which all teams were amenable to.

The day’s standings were:

1 - Team YN

2 - Team Jin

3 - Team Namjoon

Jimin and Mirai were elated–and you thought you would be, too. While you were reeling from what Yoongi had done to you, this was the last thing that you wanted to happen to him.

******

It was after dark by the time Yoongi and Celina returned to the hotel–or so Jimin says to you while you walk out to the elevators together. Once you both arrive at the lobby, you were walking towards the beachfront to meet up with Mirai and the others to enjoy a pre-dinner bonfire when you found Yoongi sitting by himself on one of the beach chairs by the pool with his arm in a sling.

You thought twice about approaching him to check whether he was okay–before you knew it, you were walking out towards the pool and told Jimin you’d catch up to him in a few minutes.

“Are you alright?” You tried to keep your tone distant.

Your question startles Yoongi as looks back to find you standing behind him.

“Fine, thanks. I appreciate you checking on me,” he says quietly.

“Well, you’re not dead so–that’s a relief, I guess,” you smile sardonically then turn on your heel and start to walk away.

Before you get too far, he stands up and calls out to you. “Hey…”

You groaned before turning back to him. “What?”

“A-are you okay?”

“Why? Do I not look okay?”

“You…you look like you hate me.”

“Well, gee, I wonder why,” you mutter sarcastically.

“Listen…for what it’s worth, this isn’t easy for me either.”

“Oh yeah, you look really destroyed.”

“YN…I thought that we were just having fun, messing around—I didn’t think that you were looking for anything serious. You even wanted to keep it a secret at the office…“

That floored you. “Wha—’messing around’? I wouldn’t ask you to meet my brother if I was just messing around with you—“

“Look–I’m really sorry about all this. I think you’re really great and I’m just really messed up. Cici and I–have been broken up for a year…A-and I really thought that I was ready for someone new and that I had given things enough time to settle. When we bumped into each other that day at the office, I thought you looked beautiful and–”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” you spat out at him. Was he trying to gaslight you?

“YN, please–keep your voice down.”

“Don’t tell me what I can and cannot do,” you whispered harshly at him. “You–pursued me…and then you played me,” you said bitterly while you pointed your finger at him. “I thought that we had something–all those things that you said to me–”

“YN, in our line of work, we’re never supposed to trust anything unless the evidence is empirical. I thought that you, of all people, would know that.”

“And I thought that you were a sincere person. Not just somebody who was trying to test out a fucking theory on a controlled sample!” you seethed.

Namjoon

This felt wrong…intrusive, even.

He could have just gone about his business to meet up with Hobi and Jin at the bar for a drink, like he had originally intended.

But something about this scene that was unfolding in front of him kept him rooted to his position.

YN looked evidently upset. Not annoyed or combative like she usually is. Trouble in paradise? She looks genuinely at a loss. What was Yoongi saying to her?

He contemplated moving a little closer to hear.

No, too obvious.

Namjoon had never seen her in this state. No matter how many barbs he hurled at her, she always managed to toss them back at him, with an even sharper edge. She always, always stood her ground when it came to him.

Now here she was…seemingly cowering in Yoongi’s presence. He has her in some sort of…trance. And it’s messing with her head.

Namjoon is not sure why he’s worried about this. It’s really none of his business. This is why he didn’t involve himself with anybody at work. Everything would just get too personal.

He watches her jerk her neck backwards in disgust. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” she says loudly.

“YN, please…keep your voice down,” he says in an annoyingly calm demeanor–practically dismissive.

She whispers something else to him–she was clearly pissed as she started talking with her hands. It was something that Namjoon was used to seeing when she was trying to make a point.

“YN, in our line of work, we’re never supposed to trust anything unless the evidence is empirical. I thought that you, of all people, would know that.”

“And I thought that you were a sincere person. Not just somebody who was trying to test out a fucking theory on a controlled sample!” She hissed in rapid-fire succession.

Shit, YN was storming off…and headed towards where Namjoon stood. He panics as he tries to figure out where to go–because it won’t be long until she–

“Ah!” She gasps as she slams right into Namjoon’s chest.

He took a good look at her face as she peered up at him–her eyes were bloodshot and cheeks were stained with tears.

“S-sorry,” she scrambles embarrassingly while gently pushing off him to run back indoors.

You missed the group dinner, opting to order some room service instead–which you barely touched.

After a good cry, you paced around your room. You were sad before but now you were pissed. Actually, you were incensed–not just at Yoongi but for allowing yourself to be duped by him.

You decided that you would let loose tonight–even just for a little bit. You wouldn’t let Yoongi dampen your mood.

You put on a black, sleeveless, high-neck knit top and a silky, shell-colored, calf-length ruched skirt with a high-slit that showed off a little leg. It wasn’t quite work-appropriate but when you packed this outfit in your suitcase, being appropriate was the last thing on your mind.

******

As soon as you stepped into the hotel lounge, you walked straight up to the bar and ordered a double-shot of tequila. You were vaguely aware of Namjoon two seats down from you, nursing a glass of whiskey.

You were disconcerted since you basically walked right into his chest while trying to make a hasty getaway from Yoongi.

But tonight wasn’t about them. You’d deal with the questions and aftermath later.

His absence did not shock you–not that you were searching for him or anything. With his shoulder injury from earlier this afternoon, perhaps he figured that drinking might not be the smartest decision for him.

Celina was there but typically only stayed for a couple of glasses of wine, mingling a bit with staff before calling it a night. She loved her staff with all her heart and treated them like equals…like family.

But she drew the line when drinking was involved. She wanted to keep the image of an immaculately competent and professional staff in her head, refusing to see them in various levels of inebriation while possibly engaging in some form of debauchery.

Somehow, everyone treated that as a respectable decision–and staff have yet to go overboard when it came to partying. She joked that it was plausible deniability for her.

“C’mon! One more,” you waved the bartender over, slamming the glass onto the counter while ordering your sixth shot of tequila. Salt and limes scattered everywhere.

“That’s…uh–that’s a lot, YN. Did you eat at all today?” Namjoon asks, sounding concerned.

“Do you dance, Namjoon?” you ask him as you watch the bartender pour you another shot.

“Uh–n-not in public,” he says, a little fearful of what you might do next.

“Well, there’s a first time for everything, isn’t there?” You picked up the glass and threw it back quickly.

“YN–I…”

Before he could finish his thought, you were already strutting your way to the dancefloor, swaying your body to the beat. He stared at you, dumbfounded.

“C’mon, Namjoon! Live a little,” you said as you undulated your hips. Those multiple shots of tequila had worked their way deep into your veins now.

You locate Jimin on the dancefloor, who was dancing with Mirai. You start to vibe with him…and as soon as you close in, he instantly wraps his arm around your waist and rolls his hips, complementing your movements. God, he was such a good dancer, you thought. Hobi and Tae join in shortly and it wasn’t long before the DJ had everyone hyped up.

Meanwhile, Namjoon remained seated, with his eyes glued to you.

******

Fuck.

Fuuuuucckkk.

You feel like you’ve been hit by a truck…or several. Or maybe one really long train that had an infinite number of cars. Either way…fuck.

You open your eyes and catch a glimpse of the clock on the nightstand. 12:25PM.

“Shit,” you muttered. You realized you had already missed the majority of the second and final round of the Office Olympics today. You picked up your phone to find several missed calls and texts from Mirai.

You hated disappointing your teammates but truth be told, they might have fared better without you as your hangover is rendering you completely useless today. You send Mirai a quick text letting her know that you were alive and that you’d apologize properly later.

You sat up–very gingerly. You look around the room–thank god that the blackout curtains were drawn. They would not have helped your headache.

You lifted the sheets and looked down at your outfit. Your shoes were off, skirt was still on–but somehow your top was askew. One side was sitting atop your right shoulder while the other half still had your arm inserted through the hole. Did somebody try to get you out of it but ultimately decided that it was a lost cause?

You ran your fingers through your hair–it still felt and, you sniffed it–smelled clean, which means that you didn’t throw up. Or perhaps you did and somebody had the presence of mind to pull it back for you?

You look around the bed to find scattered pieces of Skittles–or were they M&Ms?

There were also a couple more empty bottles from the mini bar scattered on the covers.

You rubbed your temples, groaning and cursing repeatedly–not just from the throbbing headache but the sinking feeling of whatever occurred here after you blacked out.

You turn to find a bottle of water next to a couple of sachets of ibuprofen sitting on the nightstand. You immediately tear one open and wash it down–willing it to work as soon as possible.

You then attempted to stand. Surprisingly, you managed to stay on your feet without feeling like the room was spinning. You glance downwards to find one of the trash bins next to the bed.

Somebody must have really taken good care of you last night.

You shed the rest of your top and decide to take a shower to hopefully aid in curing this hangover.

Before heading into the en suite bathroom, you notice something sticking out between the pillow and sheets. You walked back to take a closer look. You retrieved it then held it up, knowing full well that it wasn’t yours–because when did you ever wear men’s watches?

“Oh shit,” you gasped.

******

You walked into the hotel coffee shop a little after 1:30, wearing dark sunglasses, a hoodie and a pair of leggings then went up to the bartender to order a glass of orange juice. Thankfully, it wasn’t the bartender from last night–you couldn’t quite deal with that aftermath just yet.

“Hey! There’s our party animal!”

You looked over to find Jimin waving you over to their table–where Mirai, Taehyung, Hobi, and Namjoon were already seated.

“Uh–hey,” you croaked out in their direction. You politely asked the bartender to bring your order over to the table instead.

As you walk over to your teammates, Jin passes you.

“YN! Thanks for handing me the win today–although, I have to say, it would have been much sweeter had I actually faced you in the finale,” he says with a chuckle before walking away.

You sat with your group, taking the empty seat adjacent to Namjoon and set your glasses down on the table.

“You look like you need some samgyeopsal,” Hobi teases.

You groaned. “Don’t look at me, please. I look hideous. Although–samgyeopsal sounds good right about now,” you retorted.

After the bartender delivers your orange juice, they proceed to talk about how neck and neck both teams were–until Jin ultimately claimed victory. When the final result was announced, Jin and the finance team did a whole victory lap with Jin walking around the room after receiving his gold medal, his arms spread out while humming the graduation march theme enthusiastically.

“I’m really sorry for missing out this morning and letting you down, guys–”

The team waves you off and takes it in stride. Mirai mentions that she was more worried about you surviving the night.

“So uh–actually, as I was walking over here, I…happened to find a watch in the hallway,” you lied. “It was nowhere near my room or anything,” you said defensively. “B-but it was on the same floor. Strangest thing,” you babbled.

“I was wondering if any of you knew whom it belonged to?” You unzipped your purse and pulled the item out–brown alligator skin bracelet, black-brown dial, enclosed in a rose-gold casing with a matching clasp. It was also heavy–like it cost a fortune.

“It’s a Patek Philippe–”

“Uhh..that would be mine.”

You looked over at Namjoon, who was smiling sheepishly.

Your eyebrows rose–and you tried your best to keep your jaw from dropping. “Oh.”

You absentmindedly handed it to him. Cold sweat prickles through your skin as he takes it from you, and you watch him secure the pricey trinket around his right wrist.

“Thanks. I went looking all over for it last night,” he says with a chuckle.

“So” you clasped your hands, desperate to change the subject. “Did you guys do anything fun last night?”

The team, with the exception of Namjoon, begin cackling.

“Oh man–you were really gone last night, weren’t you, YN?” Taehyung says.

Hobi picks up his phone and unlocks it.

“No–not the video,” Mirai winces.

“What? It’s funny!” Jimin chuckles.

“I’m really, really sorry, YN. I tried to put a stop to it,” she says apologetically.

“Here, see for yourself,” Hobi says as he queues something up on the screen.

You gasp in horror as you watch yourself twerking on the dancefloor, surrounded by your colleagues as they egged you on.

You felt your soul leave your body, hand flying into your mouth–which was widely agape. “Oh my god,” you breathed into your hand, extremely mortified.

“Alright, alright–that’s enough,” Namjoon says as he gives Hobi and the rest of the table a stern look.

“Let’s not pretend that we haven’t all done the same thing at one point in our lives,” he says.

“Sorry, YN-ssi. I’m deleting it now–see?” Hobi says as he shows you his screen, then proceeds to delete it permanently from his cloud account. “Please don’t fire me,” he says softly to Namjoon.

You smiled at him before glancing over to Namjoon, mouthing a quiet ‘thanks’ to him.

After lunch, another enrichment and team-building session was scheduled in the next hour. As the team disperses, you pull Namjoon aside.

“Hey, uh–thanks for…having my back there,” you said. “To tell you the truth, I actually found your watch under my pillow. Not to add the awkwardness but uhm–did…did something else happen last night? I mean, did we–” you made a face, hoping he’d get the hint and that you didn’t have to spell it out for him.

“Oh!” He says with a look of realization. “N-no, no. No, we didn’t,” he says, shaking his head vigorously. “You were really out of it. I just helped you back to your room,” he explains.

“Because when I woke up, my top was–”

He stifles a smile. “Uhm–that was all you. I laid you on the bed and turned away for a minute to get you a warm towel from the bathroom. Then by the time I got back, you had already gotten into the mini bar. You said that you wanted some Skittles—like, desperately. Once I managed to pull you away, you then kept saying that you were feeling hot but cold at the same time…and then you kept trying to take your top off–”

He stopped talking as he saw you visibly cringing in embarrassment and looking disgusted as he gave you a play-by-play of last night’s events.

“A-anyway–I uh–didn’t look. I just made sure that you got to bed…safely,” he finishes.

You closed your eyes–wishing you could disappear right this moment. You felt sick to your stomach. If the alcohol didn’t make you throw up this morning, hearing about how incredibly messy you got last night was enough to do the trick.

“Jesus…I’m so, so, sorry, Namjoon.”

“Hey–don’t worry about it. Happens to the best of us,” he shrugs. He was unusually understanding and calm about it and you weren’t quite sure why. And then you suddenly remember why you got wasted in the first place…and that he was perhaps also aware of it.

“Are you okay, though?”

You caught your lips between your teeth. “I’ll be fine. Thank you…really. I, uh–might just go for a walk…get some fresh air.”

“Sure–I’m sure Celina will understand,” he says. “My back already hurts from all the heavy lifting I’ve had to do to lead most of the sessions,” he jokes.

“I’m sorry–I just feel like…like I can’t get my shit together today. It’s not going to do anybody any good,” you grimaced.

“I’m only kidding,” he says. “Just go take some time to yourself.”

You thanked him and promised you’d be back for closing remarks later this evening. Division leaders were tasked to give motivational speeches to the whole team–to keep momentum going and to stay focused in meeting your company’s vision and goals.

******

That evening, you somehow managed to pull yourself together to deliver a rousing pep-talk to the whole team. Afterwards, you made a swift exit to sit by the courtyard overlooking the beach, trying to enjoy the quiet before running into Yoongi again when you returned to the office.

“Hi.”

Namjoon’s soft greeting startles you and you try to swipe quickly at your tears. “Hi,” you replied.

“May I?” He asks to take the seat next to you.

“Sure.”

After he took a seat, he sighed deeply. “Nice view, huh?”

“I guess,” you said, noncommittal.

“By the way–nice speech earlier.”

During your speech, you remarked about learning how to pick yourself up when you fail and to use it as a learning experience, as motivation, as fuel–to propel you to success.

“Thank you,” you said.

You sat side-by-side, quietly listening to the breeze caressing the trees.

“Do you want to talk about it?” His offer takes you by surprise.

Although he took care of you last night, you weren’t sure if perhaps there was some underlying ill-intent here–something that he could possibly use against you to make himself look better. These last couple of years, you and Namjoon have traded barbs every chance you got. Your hesitation was warranted.

“Or–not,” he says softly. “I’d completely understand if I was the last person you’d like to talk about this with.”

A soft sob escapes your lips. You wished you could call Jungkook and cry to him–he would go completely feral over what Yoongi had done but he wouldn’t judge you.

Namjoon’s hand hovers over your back–which was now hunched over and trembling from your whimpers.

And then he thinks, fuck it, and he finally drops it, his palm cupping your shoulder, rubbing it softly in consolation.

His touch felt comforting–it was as warm as Jungkook’s hugs and words of encouragement.

“He said that…that he and his ex decided to work things out after all,” you began, eyeing a teardrop’s stain on your pant leg.

“He somehow realized that maybe he wasn’t ready to jump into another relationship just yet. And that, uh…he was sorry that he led me on.”

Namjoon chewed at his bottom lip–trying to think of what to say to make you feel better. It was a horrid feeling and he wasn’t sure whether saying something would make things worse.

“I-I’m sorry to hear that, YN,” was all he could muster.

You sighed deeply. “You know, it really sucks when you find out that the people you’ve admired most of your life are actually huge letdowns in the grand scheme of things.”

“Or maybe I’m just not good enough for him,” you whispered.

Namjoon flinched and wanted so badly to negate that.

But you scoff and shake your thoughts away, becoming mildly aware of whom you were conversing with. “Uggghhhh,” you swipe aggressively at your eyes, trying to rid yourself of these tears. “I don’t know why I’m crying and simping over some guy whom I barely even know. I mean, it’s not like he promised me anything. I shouldn’t be this upset,” you said gruffly, defensively…trying to dismiss your feelings.

“You can try to rationalize all you want but because of your altered brain chemistry, your body can still produce an emotional response,” he says.

You glared at him, sniffling. “Is this your idea of comfort? What are you, a robot?”

He chuckled lightly at your slight annoyance. ”Look…I’m just saying…you’re not crazy for feeling hurt. Let’s just say that…I know the feeling very well.”

You eyed him carefully. “Well, damn! Who hurt you, Kim Namjoon?”

The laugh that rumbled out of him was deep and hearty but it had a tinge of ache to it.

Your eyes bulge out immediately. “Oh my…was it–the woman from the bar? When we went bowling?”

He smiled ruefully then nodded. “That was my ex–Mayumi. I hadn’t seen her in…two years? Needless to say, things between us didn’t end amicably back then.” He poked his tongue against his cheek.

“We had been together since our freshman year in college and she stuck with me until I finished my doctorate. She loved me and had a lot of patience. Until…she ran out of both those things and decided that she’d had enough.”

Suddenly, he felt like a kindred spirit. For the last couple of years, he was the one hold-out amongst senior staff. You’d gotten along with everyone–not like BFFs, but you at least got to know your colleagues enough to know about little bits of their personal lives that you could carry on a casual conversation like, asking about how their pet’s surgery went, did their partner finish that marathon they’d been training for, was their child able to get a spot at their top-choice preschool?

But Namjoon? You barely knew anything about the guy apart from where he got his doctorate from, who his undergrad mentor was, how many publications he had, his notable lectures and expert congressional testimonies. It was all surface-stuff–things you could read off his resume.

This same man–who equally knew the same amount of surface-stuff about you, took it upon himself to haul your drunk-ass back to your room, leaving a bottle of water and a couple of packets of ibuprofen–clearly purchased from the hotel front desk–to cure the raging headache that you were about to wake up to. He even had the forethought to place the trash bin close to the bed, in case you had to yak in the middle of the night. Thankfully, you did not–which was a miracle–despite the amount of alcohol that you consumed.

And now here he was, baring his soul and his own story about heartbreak to you. You’ve come a long way since that day he admonished and kicked you out of his office for overriding his authority.

“I’m sorry to hear that, Namjoon,” you said, returning his words of sympathy.

He clicked his teeth. “Ah, it’s all in the past. She’s clearly happier now. Definitely much more than I could have made her then. It is what it is.”

You cleared your throat. “By the way, I can’t thank you enough for what you did for me last night–or, I guess, this morning. Not my finest moment,” you said with a hint of embarrassment.

“It just felt like the right thing to do. And you don’t have to be embarrassed about it. We’ve all had–moments like those. We don’t have to revisit them,” he says. “I also want to thank you for returning my watch. Uhm–I’m pretty terrible when it comes to hanging on to my things and up until last night, I always managed to keep that watch close to me. I would have legitimately cried if I had lost it.”

“Pretty fancy watch,” you remarked. “W-was it a gift from her?”

He smiled warmly then shook his head. “It was a gift to myself. I bought it after I became Associate Director,” he says.

You made an ‘ah’ gesture with your mouth and nodded.

“It wasn’t cheap,” he chuckled guiltily. “But seeing as I had worked hard for it, I thought it would be a nice reminder of that.”

You smiled at him. “You don’t have to apologize for rewarding yourself, Namjoon. We all deserve nice things.”

He smiled back at you. “Well, while we’re both in a sharing mood, I wanted to tell you that I’ve been thinking about my behavior towards you these last couple of years.”

Your eyebrows quirk in curiosity. “Oh?”

“I realize that this is long overdue but I’d like to apologize for treating you unfairly. My emotions got the best of me at the time and they shouldn’t have. You didn’t deserve that. I know that now. Actually, I knew it then, too.”

It takes you completely by surprise. You’ve long held a grudge against him for blaming you for something that was out of your control. The ‘old’ you had half a mind to tell him to shove it–because why would he project his personal issues against you? He didn’t have the right. But things had shifted…and who were you to try and bite back at his sincerity?

“Well, it’s just like you said earlier. We can rationalize all we want but our bodies will always produce an emotional response,” you say to him.

He smiles softly, a hint of his dimple poking out of his cheek.

You realize that this is the longest conversation you’ve ever had with him–without trading insults or snark. So you take the opportunity to extend your own olive branch as well.

“Actually…I, too, would like to apologize, Namjoon. For being immature and petty. Anything I’ve said or done—was in reaction to what you were giving me. And unfortunately, as Jungkook can attest, it is not in my nature to back down from a fight. He even has scars on his face to prove it.”

He was quiet for a beat, eyes bulging out at your revelation–until you chuckle together.

“Well, anyway…That was wrong of me and I’m truly sorry for being unprofessional towards you. It goes against the principles that I’m trying to push out there.”

“Apology accepted,” he says softly then finishes with a small smile.

“Same,” you smiled back. “So…truce?” You hold your hand out to him.

Namjoon chuckles then clasps his hand with yours. “Truce.”

Unbeknownst to you, Taehyung stands behind from a distance, watching as you both shake hands. He chuckles to himself after witnessing your whole exchange.

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alyxovert · 2 years

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⊱┊dialogue : happier than ever lyrics

anagapesis (n) • no longer feeling any affection for someone you once loved

change pronouns/tense as needed!

getting older

“i wish someone had told me i’d be doin’ this by myself.”

“last week i realized i crave pity.”

“i’m happier than ever.”

i didn’t change my number

“i didn’t change my number, i only changed who i reply to.”

“i’m out of sympathy for you.”

“looks can be deceivin’.”

billie bossa nova

“it’s hard to stop it once it starts.”

“i’m not sentimental.”

“there’s somethin’ ‘bout the way you look tonight.”

my future

“i can’t seem to focus.”

“just wanna get to know myself.”

“but aren’t i someone?”

oxytocin

“what would people say?”

“other people don’t obey.”

“you and me are both the same.”

goldwing

“don’t tell anyone what you are.”

“you’re sacred and they’re starved.”

“they’re gonna tell you what you wanna hear, then they’re gonna disappear.”

lost cause

“you ain’t nothin’ but a lost cause.”

“someone like you would always be so easy to find.”

“thought you would’ve grown eventually but you proved me wrong.”

halley’s comet

“but in my dreams, i seem to be more honest… and i must admit, you’ve been in a few.”

“halley’s comet comes around more than i do.”

“i think i might have fallen in love. what am i to do?”

not my responsibility

“do you know me? really know me?”

“would you like me to be quiet?”

“is my value based only on your perception? or is your opinion of me not my responsibility?”

overheated

“i don’t really even know how it happened.”

“i kinda don’t care.”

“you wanna kill me?/you wanna hurt me?”

everybody dies

“i just wonder why you’d wanna stay.”

“it’s just a lot to think about.”

“it’s okay to cry.”

your power

“if you could take it all back, would you?”

“i thought that i was special.”

“you were the devil.”

nda

“you can’t give me up.”

“did i take it too far?”

“think i took it too far when i sold you my heart.”

therefore i am

“i’m not your friend.”

“stop. what the hell are you talking about?”

“i’m sorry, i don’t think i caught your name.”

happier than ever

“when i’m away from you, i’m happier than ever.”

“you ruined everything good.”

“fuck you.”

male fantasy

“i loved you then and i love you now.”

“just pretending to be alright, convince myself i hate you.”

“i know i should, but i could never hate you.”

i have 2 requests. one in my drafts, one is still in my inbox. once those two are done, i am fully back. no more hiatuses, no more semi-hiatuses, just back to my regular schedule at last!

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tojisun · 3 years

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Hmmm now I am thinking bout the "mamaguro leaves again but this time takes baby gumi with her" scenario... but where toji bumps into y/n and they have a bittersweet moment where they just talk and think about what could have been but ultimately part ways because y/n has moved on and has her own family and toji has to move on as well :/

OMGGG THIS HURTS!!!! HEKSISKA NOT “LET’S HURT THE FUSHIGUROS” PART TWO?? JXLSJDKS IM GONNA GO CRY NOW-

okok i hope you like this! and sorry it took too long!!

cw: mentioned ocs [x]

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“say bye-bye to daddy now,” she says as though it is mercy.

maybe it is since toji didn’t expect this at all—a part of him knew their relationship has yet to be stable, but her departure with their blessing is something toji thought would never happen.

she loves me, he thought, she wouldn’t do that.

but nightmares always had a penchant for turning into reality.

megumi’s sniffling, a hand rubbing at his face while the other is still clasped to hers. he’s fully shaking at the force of his sobs and toji does not want to make this anymore painful for their son.

“bye-bye, gumi,” toji says, crouching to be at megumi’s eye level. “take care of yourself, okay?”

megumi nods, still sobbing and only managing a small wave.

toji turns to her and his heart breaks at her shielded face. there are unshed tears pooling in the corner of her eyes, but her lips are pressed firm and she refuses to look at him.

“bye toji,” she utters.

“yeah,” toji replies, “bye.”

toji does not watch them leave, instead cooping himself in his room. he can still hear megumi wailing, calling out toji’s name, but toji does not know what to do.

they’ve agreed to this; agreed that this is the best for megumi’s future.

their relationship may not have worked, but they still both want what’s the best for megumi. toji hopes megumi will understand this when he’s old enough. toji hopes megumi will not resent them—him—for this.

when her car finally drives off from the parking lot, revving away from his hearing range, that is only when toji crumples into tears.

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it’s been many years since she left with megumi. toji began counting down the years through megumi’s passing birthdays—megumi’s ten by now. toji wonders if he’s grown taller or if he’s found a better teacher for his curse technique.

many times did toji wish megumi didn’t have any curse technique, if only to allow him to have a normal life but the shadows have loomed heavier and toji knows megumi’s robbed off of normalcy.

during those years, toji thinks about you too.

what would you have felt when you learned that megumi’s gone away? would you have cared when you, yourself, have moved on too?

toji tries to suppress these thoughts as the pain doubles whenever he thinks of what could’ve been with you.

on those days, something like reality unfolds before his eyes.

you wouldn’t have walked away.

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toji thinks it’s a miracle to even have met you.

you’ve grown older and yet you are as beautiful as he remembers. there are laugh lines mapping your cheeks and there are crinkles at the corner of your eyes—toji loves how happiness is so prominent in you.

it’s what you deserve.

“how are you and megumi?” you ask, stirring at your iced coffee and humming after taking a taste.

toji hisses. “he’s…” he trails off, not knowing how to say it. “he left with my wife. ex-wife.”

“oh,” you say, gasping, “i’m so sorry to hear that, toji-san.”

he grunts, feeling ashamed at hearing you worry for him.

didn’t he do the same to you? he left despite his promises that he wouldn’t; despite how good it was.

he shrugs, his lips pressing firmly.

“how are you?” he asks after a minute of tensed silence.

he studies the way happiness crawls back into your face and toji thinks he loves nothing more but to watch you bloom in joy.

“nen’s learning more words,” you fondly reply, “satoru’s desperately trying to make him learn ‘daddy’ since nen’s only calling him ‘toru’ and it’s terribly funny.”

toji laughs, imagining the white haired and blue eyed menace faux crying because his son refuses to call him dad.

toji asks more about your life, listening to the tales of little nen. along the way, however, nen and his white hair had turned to megumi and his raven hair, and satoru turns into toji in his imagination. your tales with your husband and your son have turned into what-ifs of life toji’s with you.

it’s such a selfish thought, and yet it gives toji comfort.

time with you passes so quickly. toji hopes that it slows down even if just for a second but, like always, everything with you will always run out.

your phone rings and toji knows the day’s over. as you accept the call, toji wonders if he’d ever get to meet you again.

“okay see ya!” you pause, and then, “i love you too, baby.”

toji does not entertain the pooling jealousy at the pit of his stomach, turning to look at the busy streets of tokyo instead.

“it’s time for me to leave now, toji-san,” you say, sliding your jacket on.

“yeah,” he responds, voice raspy.

“talk to you next time?” you ask. toji wonders if you really mean the invite but then he sees the sincerity behind your eyes and he is reminded of how genuine you always were.

he knows he probably doesn’t deserve it, and yet toji takes the invite excitedly.

“of course,” he replies. “see you then.”

he watches you walk away.

so this is how you felt back then, huh?

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360iris · 3 years

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Like We’ll Never Have Sex (Sirius Black x Reader x James Potter)

Warnings: Hurt-comfort? A few curse words. Potential trigger warning for a simulated panic attack?

Word count: 1,887

Summary: “You kissed me, just to kiss me, and not to make me cry. It was simple, you are sweetness, it was good to know” - Leith Ross

Series Chapters: un, deux, trios (you are currently here)

A/N: I may or may not have despaired over whether I’m a decent writer whiling making this bad boy, but I went crazy on this one, besties!

“No wonder you’re still bloody freezing, you’re not even wearing your scarf properly.” Sirius grumbled, turning around on the path to Hogsmeade and trudging back to where you stood in the snow.

“What do you have it on for, if you’re just gonna have it tossed ‘round your neck?” He asked rhetorically, picking up the knitted garment and gently wrapping your neck the “right way”.

“Didn’t think ‘bout it.” You respond halfway through a wide mouthed yawn, his face scrunching up in mock disgust seeing as yours was only a few inches away from his own.

“Oh that’s lovely, thanks for that. What’s that note I’m getting? Hints of the peppermint cocoa you had for breakfast?” He asked, only to be ignored as you patiently watched with a pout, as he tucked the loose ends into the collar of your coat.

“It’s practically a blizzard out here, couldn’t you guys put off going to the pub for one weekend?”

“So you can go back to your dorm and sulk while listening to Please, Please Me from front to back? No way. It’s not even a sad album.” He teased further, slipping his hand into your own and pulling you to catch up with the others.

“It is when you’re single.” You mumble back and he just scoffs.

The temperature inside of The Three Broomsticks was thankfully much warmer than the climate outside, though you couldn’t appreciate it much with the current predicament you’d been placed in.

Dragged out of the indulgent comforts of your four poster bed, just to end up sitting across from the ex you hadn’t properly spoken to in six months, wasn’t how you thought you were going to spend your Saturday.

“I’m glad to see the two of you are happy.” You heard James say, your gaze begrudgingly tearing away from your fingertips to his face, to find he was fondly watching Sirius noisily order drinks for the three of you.

“What?” You ask hoarsely, your voice strained from nerves.

“Everytime I ask him about you, he changes the subject, but it’s not hard to miss how much you mean to him. It’s the first time he’s ever taken a girl so seriously too.”

It was strange. Even though he was speaking clearly, it felt like you weren’t hearing him correctly.

Was he really trying to talk to you about Sirius? After months of being so caught up in the fact that he finally had Lily, all he’d ever spoken to you about since the breakup was Quidditch or homework.

“Um..” You start but slowly trail off, at a loss for words.

“Come now, no need to be coy with me, Y/n.” He smiled gently at you, and though anyone else might’ve found it reassuring, it only made you frown as your stomach progressively became more and more queasy.

“I’m- I’m not being coy, James.” You finally spoke, voice fading out as his name fell off your tongue. This whole situation really sucked.

It seemed only to worsen as Remus and Lily approached the table, shaking off any remaining snow that had stuck to their clothes.

“Scrivenshaft’s didn’t have what we were looking for, apparently they won’t be fully restocked until next month.” She sighed, ridding herself of her coat before bending over to give him a greeting kiss on the lips.

“ ‘Ts too bad.” He replied, smiling affectionately at her. And just as he stood to pull out the chair beside his, for her to sit in, you turned your face away.

“I am not going back up there.” Sirius sniffed as he placed three mugs down onto the table, divvying them between you, James and himself before slipping into the seat next to you. “You’d think it'd be less packed in here due to the weather.”

“You could’ve gotten ours too-“ Remus started before being cut off by James, who slid his cup over to Lily for her to have.

“Ah, don’t worry about it. You have this one, doll. I’ll get one for me and Remus.” And you could feel your eyes begin to burn from the strain of keeping in tears.

Haphazardly shoveling your coat on, you tried to speak nonchalantly, “Um- someone can have mine. My stomach’s not up for it anyway. Think I’ll head on back after all.”

Ignoring their responses was made easy by the way your ears seemed to plug as you sent a final, dismissive wave their way before pushing forward into the icy white.

Everything felt so off, so overwhelmingly twisted that you weren’t sure where you were or what you were doing, until you were snapped back to reality by the image of Sirius kneeling in front of you.

His hair messily pulled into a half up, half down bun to keep it out of his eyes. The look of worry on his face, matched with the sight of his coat barely pulled over his heaving shoulders confused you further.

“Y/n, fuck. You didn’t hurt yourself did you?” He asked panting, hectically checking your body, seeing as he’d found you hunched over in the snow crying your eyes out.

You shook your head ‘no’ and he seemed to sigh in relief, silently grasping the back of your head and pulling you against him to offer a sense of comfort and warmth.

“I shouldn’t have pushed you into coming with us today. You were trying to tell me you weren’t ready and- I didn’t listen. I’m sorry, Y/n. I really am. I won’t do it again.” As he apologized, his voice partially muffled from his face being buried in your hair, you tried your best to focus on your breathing.

As the two of you sat collapsed in the piling snow, he could feel the soft, warm patter of your tears falling onto his shoulder. The slight tickle of your breath fanning against his neck until it gradually evened out.

Your fingers balled into fists at his chest, aiding in anchoring yourself before you pulled back.

Resting your forehead against his, he could finally see how red and puffy your eyes had gotten; you looked so emotionally worn and he felt his heart pang.

“You promise?” You asked quietly, eyebrows feebly lifted up in question and he couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle. Leaning in and affectionately rubbing your noses together before softly kissing your pouted lips.

Your eyes fluttered shut as he closed in; it was simple, but good.

His tongue still tasting of sweet butterscotch from the hot Butterbeer he’d only got a sip of before abandoning to run after you.

And as he pulled away, his lips brushed against your own as he spoke, wearing a lopsided grin, “I promise.”

“Good.” You replied with a sniff, looking up at him all doe-eyed as he rose to stand. Quietly watching as he hooked his hands under your armpits and lifted you up onto your own feet with subtle ease.

“I want to go back to bed.” You announced finally and he made no objections.

You spent the remainder of the afternoon laying in your dorm, cuddled against his chest, drifting in and out of sleep up until dinner time, when there was a knock at the door.

“Mary and Marlene wouldn’t knock.” You noted as Sirius slipped out of your grasp and approached the door.

“That’s because it’s not them.” He replied simply, somehow already knowing who was there. You sat up as he opened it, revealing a pensive James.

The two seemed to communicate without a need for words or elaborate facial expressions.

They merely made eye contact, and within seconds, Sirius let out a sigh and came back to the mattress to retrieve his coat; offering you only a kiss on the forehead and a simple, “I’ll be waiting in the common room.” Before exiting the room and closing the door behind himself.

Once he’d left, the atmosphere in the room was drastically different, compared to how it was sitting in the pub.

James’ eyes gave off a resolute air as he waited by the door, as though giving you the opportunity to say you didn’t care what he had to offer anymore, and that he’d leave in a heartbeat if you told him to. But that order never came.

Instead you adjusted your position on the bed and patted the crimson duvet lightly to signal that he could sit.

He nodded stiffly before approaching, sinking into the plush fabric quietly, and the two of you sat like that for a while; letting the silence do most of the talking before he finally decided to speak.

“Remus filled me in- on everything.” He admitted staring at the wall in front of him, his hands clasped together like iron. “Mind you he was very adamant on taking it to his grave, but I wouldn’t let up until he told me exactly what he knew.”

You smiled weakly, thinking of Remus’ unyielding loyalty to you and to Sirius before commenting, “He must’ve felt like it wasn’t his place to speak on it so eagerly.” to which James just nodded.

“I didn’t know.” He finally whispered, “I didn’t know so much.” And you made no excuse for neither him nor yourself.

“Sadly, the truth is that I didn’t want to know. I wanted to believe that you were as happy as I was, because if you weren’t-“ He paused, pressing his face into his hands and letting out a giant sigh.

“If you weren’t, I’d have to admit to myself that I’d wronged you gravely. That I had hurt one of the most important people in my life, something that I’d vowed never to do at one point in time.”

That one stung a lot and you could feel tears brimming up to the surface again.

“When we first started dating, I genuinely believed I was the luckiest man alive. I still do, in fact. You treated me with such gentle attentiveness and I promised myself I’d never grow to take it for granted, that I’d make sure you were overwhelmed with more love than one girl could ever hope to grasp. Well.. it’s safe to say I abandoned that one not too long ago.”

Running a hand over his mouth and chin, he sat up straight before turning to face you, his eyes were earnest and filled with unadulterated guilt.

“I’m sorry, Y/n.” He breathed and it was all you could’ve asked for.

Embracing him, you buried your face into his dark curls and cried as you took in his scent, just like the night you’d broken up.

“I haven’t forgiven you for giving up on me.” You whimpered, and one of his hands came to rest at the small of your back, while the other smoothed the top of your head as you whispered the words, “But I want to.”

“That’s enough for me.” He replied, pulling away just enough to press tender kisses onto both of your cheeks and letting his lips linger against your temple before repeating himself, “That’s enough for me.”

After all the crying was done, the two of you entered the common room to head out for the last meal of the day.

He went to Lily,

you went to Sirius

and it was a start.

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pigeonp0st · 3 years

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you did NOT say “hey send more wanda requests!” but here i am... sending you one jejeje :) how about cute fluffy red eyed jealous wanda? she just wants to hang with reader but EVERY! AVENGER! ALSO! DOES!

Wanda Maximoff x Reader #2

Words: 1,970

Warnings: Jealousy, Cursing

Notes:

Thank you for requesting, and by the way: I appreciate all of the Wanda requests so...hey! Send more Wanda requests. Oh, and this was written during a writers block so it’s not the best but I hope it’s good enough ;( Sorry for spelling mistakes.

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There are moments during Wanda’s life where she is jealous, believe it or not. No, it doesn’t happen very often anymore; because really she has nothing to long for that she doesn’t already have.

But it happens… So despite her unwillingness to admit it, she’s currently experiencing one of her not so often bouts of jealousy—and it feels like such an ugly word, but it’s how she feels because everyone really just loves you, and she just wants you for herself.

and yeah, okay, someone could make the argument that she ‘has’ you already, and she feels that way, but she knows she doesn’t. Logically.

You could completely decide that you don’t want to be with her anymore, Wanda knows, and if that were something you wanted she wouldn’t even think about stopping you.

She’s not that type of jealous though. She’s not concerned you’ll leave her for someone else, despite how close you and Steve get while you’re discussing something, and despite how many times you fall asleep with Thor on the couch, despite how many times Tony seems to be looking for you, she doesn’t necessarily care about any of it.

As a matter of fact, Wanda would say that she loves the way everyone loves you. She loves how close you are with them...she just wishes it didn’t have to mean so little time for her.

So she’ll train with Clint and watch from the corner of her eye as you train with Natasha, and she’s not jealous about the way that you laugh with her, or the way that she smiles at you, or the way that Natasha pulls you until your faces are inches— okay she really didn’t need to fucking pull you so close-

“Y/N,” Wanda calls, absentmindedly throwing Clint into the cushioned wall with her powers. You don’t pay attention to her, much to Wanda’s dismay, instead you smirk at Natasha and she smirks at you— and really Wanda’s about a second away from throwing Natasha into the wall too— but then Nat headbutts you with just enough force that you’re winded by it, and completely and utterly finishes the fight.

Wanda stops her advancements towards you and starts clapping her hands, feeling utterly ridiculous but hiding it well.

From the way Natasha tilts her head at her perhaps she isn’t hiding it well enough.

You still don’t turn around to notice her though because now you’re locked into conversation with Bruce. And Okay.

She’s able to admit to herself now, that yeah, sometimes her jealousy comes from fear rather than want, but it’s only because anyone would feel threatened by Natasha.

She is also able to admit to herself that this is...harder for her than she previously thought.

————

This continues for a while longer. Wanda looks at you hanging out with the others, tries to get your intention, and gets utterly ignored.

She knows you aren’t doing it on purpose, but it hurts enough that whenever you, or the person you’re hanging out with ignore her she sighs and completely leaves the room.

She waits for you to look for her like she looks for you, she waits for you to be alone, but you never do, and you never are.

It hurts in a way it probably shouldn’t.

———-

Wanda has been pouty lately.

When you ask about it she rolls her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest like a disobedient five year old. It’s both amusing and concerning.

Concerning because she’s obviously upset about something, and amusing because she has the cutest pout, and the most dramatic flair about her.

You won’t be dropping this though. “Wan Wan-”

“Okay,” Wanda grimances immediately, “please never call me that again.” She looks horrified when she says it, and your amusement only goes up. Until you see the red glow in her eyes and remember that her powers have been showing the whole day.

This can’t go on.

“Wanda, did I do something wrong?” You ask, clearing your throat in an attempt to start the conversation over.

Wanda momentarily stops glaring at the table so she can glance at you. When she does she seems to sag into her seat at the worried look on your face. This isn’t your fault, she reminds herself, angry that she let her own stupidity affect you. “No,” Wanda sighs, her jaw clenching and unclenching. “No, draga, you haven’t.”

Darling, you remember. That’s what ‘draga’ means. Despite circumstances the term of endearment fills you with butterflies. “Then what’s wrong?”

This time when you ask Wanda answers, looking sheepish and guilty. “I...Y/N I want to spend time with you. Is that…” she pauses, feeling frustrated beyond belief, “is that okay?”

You’re...confused, to say the least. You don’t understand why Wanda would think it isn’t, she’s your girlfriend, you love spending time with her. You had thought that you were already spending time with her before.

“Wanda,” you stutter, eyes wide at the sudden tears in her eyes. When she tries to look away you put a hand on her cheek and force her glowing red eyes to meet yours. “Hey, hey, Wanda—baby—of course it is.”

It’s more than okay.

Wanda nods, looking just as shocked by her tears as you are. “I have no idea why i’m crying,” she says shakily, rubbing her eyes. “I don’t know why...I” Wanda pauses, letting out an angry defeated growl, “just- god, I...i’m just so frustrated.”

And she is, she really is. Wanda hadn’t realized how much this has been affecting her. She’s just angry at herself for needing you so much, and angry at the others for taking you away from her all the time, and then angry at herself again for being angry at the others just for wanting to be with you— she’s just angry. And it’s so exhausting.

But you aren’t. You’re the only thing in this life, to Wanda, that isn’t. It means everything, that’s why she needs you. Not all the time. Just sometimes at least.

You, little does Wanda know, need her around just as much, and more than that you need her to be okay, and she isn’t right now. Wanda looks so devastated and helpless, so helpless, that you’re hugging her before you can even register it, like your body moved on it’s own accord.

“Wanda,” you ask, concerned, “do you feel like i’m not already spending a lot of time with you? I mean...we sleep in the same bed.” Wanda hugs you so tightly though, that you wonder if you’ve been imagining the moments you two have spent together.

“No, no you have been,” she says sadly, and with a resignation in her voice that you don’t understand. “I guess...with all of the loss that’s surrounded me, and with the way I still try to distance myself from the others, I'm just really alone without you.”

You freeze completely, hit with an unbearable amount of sadness for the women you love.

Wanda pulls away from you when you tense, looking frantic because she worded that wrong, she hadn’t meant it to sound like she was guilt tripping you. “Obviously it’s not your responsibility to hang out with me all the time, I want you to hang out with your friends, it’s just...I mean...they do get to do stupid mundane things with you more...and I mean I want that too, but only if—”

You put a hand over her mouth, silencing her immediately. “Baby, slow down. Breathe. You’re gonna die if you don’t.”

“Okay…” you start when you realize Wanda has done what you asked and calmed down as much as she’s going to be able to right now, “no, you’re right, now that I think about it. Lately the others have been asking for me a lot and we only ever get a chance to watch a movie at night...we hardly see each other besides that.”

As you say it you’re shocked to find out how true it is. You’ve been so busy with your project with Tony, and training with Natasha, and Thor has been so sad lately that you’ve been trying to help him— and Clint with his sudden want to start cooking, and Peter with his girl problems, and—

And you hadn’t really taken a moment to realize that you miss Wanda too, you haven’t had the time to realize it while you were shuffling around the compound, but Wanda has had time. She’s had all the time in the world.

“Hey,” Wanda says when she notices the guilt on your face, “none of that.”

So you tackle her. Naturally. You tackle her because you love her, and she’s too sad. She looks too sad, she’s always too sad, and she never deserves to feel that way.

Wanda lets out a loud; ‘oof’ and falls back against the couch with you on top of her burying your face in her neck.

She doesn’t understand at all what’s going on, but she’s willing to give you what you want...until you start making weird noises.

“Rummmmm, tssssssss, weeeeeee.”

“Are you okay?” Wanda asks, legitimately concerned.

“Shhh, babe, i’m charging us up. Weeeee-”

“Okay,” Wanda laughs, pushing you off of her. When you yelp and nearly fall off the couch she catches you with her powers and gently lowers you on the ground.

You glare at her the whole way down, a humorous gleam in your eyes. “I’m trying to help babe, what the fuck.”

Wanda simply rolls her eyes at you, releasing another breathy laugh that has your features soften immediately.

“There it is,” you whisper quietly, reaching up to cup her cheek. Wanda smiles into your palm. “I’m sorry, Wanda. I’m realizing that I've missed you desperately too, so we’ll definitely have to make up for the time we weren’t together.”

“You don’t have to,” Wanda sighs, looking down.

“I want to,” you assure, because you do want to. You hadn’t noticed the ache in your heart until it was pointed out to you, but now that it has been...you just want to spend time with Wanda. But…

“But I want you to have other people as well,” you say quietly, “Do you think you could start opening up to the others? They really love you.”

Wanda studies your eyes, thinking. “I have been open with them.”

“You treat them like comrades more than family, even though they obviously love you more than that, and even though you do too.”

It’s something you’ve noticed. Wanda will protect everyone, and be there for them, and she’ll confide in them when necessary, but she’ll also avoid them, and avoid talking with them.

“Okay, I will try.”

The relief you feel at those four words is indescribable. This isn’t the first time you’ve had this conversation with Wanda, and the fact that she’s finally ready to listen fills you with joy that has you jumping back into her arms and smothering her with kisses.

“Hey,” Wanda protests, but she’s laughing, “I'll have to take it slow. Maybe i’ll start by finally coming to their movie nights”

“Sounds perfect,” you grin. And it does. Wanda hides in her room during those nights, but now she can be your game night partner. “Oh!” You yelp, jumping off her lap, “we should start training now. No one’s been able to beat Natasha at scramble but if we start training now by Friday we’ll be able to take her down.”

“I really am going to regret this,” Wanda sighs.

“It’s only two all-nighters, don’t be dramatic.”

“WHAT? I am not staying up all night.”

“We’ll see about that.” You whisper under your breath. You don’t think Wanda hears until she throws a couch pillow at your face.

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