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The Other You - 15

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Fresh from a shower, Marinette plopped on her bed face down and grunted, hiding her flaming face in a pillow.

What was wrong with her?

Why was she such an idiot and a weakling? Couldn’t she have said no to Adrien and his stupid lunch? Why on Earth did she think this was a good idea? Especially with her apparent inability to stay anywhere close to that man for more than five minutes at a time and not have her stupid crush rear its ugly head at the slightest sign of attention from his side.

Not fully her fault though because why the hell did Adrien have to be all kinds of perfect and so over the top extra? It wasn’t normal. It wasn’t natural. Men like him didn’t exist in the real world. It was some kind of witchcraft because how else could he have managed to make her feel so much at ease that by the end of that cursed lunch Marinette didn’t even notice as she let all remnants of her past hurt drift away? Witchcraft! Humanly impossible!

And Felix! That genius weirdo! She was going to kill him… after Fashion Week… for the crime of looking so incredibly much like Adrien. If he looked like anybody but his French cousin, Marinette would’ve never gotten used to seeing that face around herself and slowly lowered her guard around either of the men sharing the uncanny similarity. She would’ve stayed cautious around Adrien and would’ve never allowed him an opportunity to sneak back into her heart. She pursed her lips, grunting into her comforter. Was it too farfetched to assume that Adrien hired Felix specifically for that reason? Because his similar looks and flirty behaviour would slowly charm her into lowering her defences around Adrien? Preposterous but possible!

Her cell phone vibrated. Marinette grabbed it, pushing the thought away. Adrien didn’t deserve any more of her time for what he’d done to her today.

Alya: So, how did it go?

Ugh. Not Alya too. They hardly spoke about Adrien in recent weeks. Alya was avoiding the subject, probably thinking Marinette still hated him. Marinette didn’t want to bring him up because Adrien confused her. All of her assumptions, all of the beliefs she held about him were rapidly crumbling down and until Marinette got a hold of herself and her emotions, she preferred to avoid talking about him as well. The only reason Alya even knew about their lunch was because Marinette let information about the unexpected invitation slip in one of their calls. Like a true reporter, Alya couldn’t let her off the hook without learning the name of the person who invited her.

Marinette: How did what go? My day? Long and hard. Home now. About to start cooking.

Alya: Your date with Adrien, M. How did your unexpected date with your new boss/former enemy go?

Marinette scoffed. It wasn’t a date! She knew that for certain because Adrien made sure to correct their waiter when he’d voiced the same assumption about the pair’s relationship status. She couldn’t blame the waiter for assuming, though, because Adrien Freaking Agreste didn’t just pop into her office with his lunch box as she had assumed he would when he asked her that morning if she was free to talk about some business over lunch. Oh, no! He freaking dressed up and took her to an upscale cafe where he had reserved a freaking VIP lounge for them—per his words—‘to talk about work in privacy’, all while looking stupidly handsome and very smug about it. Of course, the waiter would assume it was a date. Which it wasn’t!

As for how it went?

Horribly wrong!

Disastrously so!

Cautious and wary at first, both of them slowly relaxed as the lunch went on, and soon enough not only they were laughing and joking around, but Marinette dared to say there were even a few moments where he flirted with her. Also, she was pretty sure Adrien had chosen his clothes strategically to show off that toned and lean body of his.

Marinette yelled into her pillow, banging her feet against her bed. Why couldn’t he have become bald or something? Or gain a few dozen extra pounds? Lose some teeth? Smell like a dump truck? Become a bully? Why did Adrien have to be so perfect? And why did he have to be such a gentleman and attentive and let everything she’d once loved about him shine through as he made her feel like the most beautiful and amazing woman in the room, all while they talked business and business alone? How did he manage that? How dare he still linger around her thoughts even now? And why did sharing a meal with him somehow feel so familiar and nice and warm and comforting and just wonderful despite all of her reservations and initial awkwardness?

It had to be some kind of magic. A spell, perhaps. Or a potion. Some sort of witchcraft or sorcery for sure. Hadn’t she sensed that he was a danger back at Gabriel’s office during their first encounter after so long? She should’ve stayed away. But nooo! She just had to go and naively fall for his tricks. Something Marinette wouldn’t admit to anyone. Not to Alya. Not to Adrien. Certainly not to herself. She typed furiously.

Marinette: It wasn’t a date. It was a business lunch and it was nothing special. We talked about work, specifically my collection and Fashion Week.

Alya: But, girl, you couldn’t stand even his name being mentioned a month ago. Now you’re going on a non-date lunch with him. What happened?

Marinette: He’s my boss, Alya. I can’t refuse his lunch invitation if I want my collection out for Fashion Week.

Alya: Girl, it’s Adrien. You can’t seriously think he’d do something like that. Don’t tell me you went through with this ONLY because you were afraid to lose your job?

Marinette stared at the message in hesitation. Nibbling on her lip, she closed her eyes and flipped on her back with a sigh. She could’ve said there was only fear behind her motivation, but the truth was—there was none at all. Not after Adrien’s apology. Not after she’d learned his side of the story. Not after she’d had a chance to think it over, analyze her life, and see where working at Gabriel had really led her. Not after she’d admitted, if only to herself, that maybe Adrien was right after all.

He had always been nothing but a loyal friend to her before that incident. If not for her nursing a fresh heartbreak at the time and him daring to compromise one of her biggest dreams, Marinette would’ve surely given him the benefit of the doubt. But it was horrible timing. They both were vulnerable. He had made a mistake. She had reacted in the worst way possible.

Time had passed, though. They both had learned their lesson. He apologized and had done so sincerely. And maybe it was some kind of magic, or maybe Marinette just had a weakness for him, but as Adrien was inviting her to that business lunch she couldn’t find it in her to refuse despite her initial hesitation. Perhaps she was curious to learn more about this new, more mature Adrien. He had been slipping into her thoughts more frequently these days. Maybe she wanted to see if that friendship Adrien was so eagerly hinting at rekindling was even possible. Or maybe she just wanted to have lunch with someone other than Felix and his wacky character for once. However genius her assistant was, being around him all day only made Marinette crave, even if secretly, the softer, more genuine, and definitely more stable personality of his cousin. Whatever it was, it wasn’t fear that got Marinette to agree to Adrien’s invitation.

Marinette: Well, not just because of that. We did talk about the past and he apologized for his actions, and since we’re stuck working together for the next while and he’s been helping me out with my collection, I thought maybe I could try to be a little friendlier with him.

She could see the three dots appearing and disappearing as Alya typed for a while only for a short question to appear.

Alya: Then PURELY HYPOTHETICALLY—do you think it’s possible for you two to be friends again? Sometime in the future at least?

Marinette chuckled. Adrien had mentioned he was going to see Nino for lunch in a few days and that he hoped the second time around it would go better. She wasn’t surprised at all. In a way, Marinette had expected it to happen because cutting all contact with Adrien was just as hard for Nino as it was for her. Having found out the truth now, Marinette was certain that Nino was itching to rekindle his friendship with Adrien. Under any other circumstances, Marinette might have taken that as a betrayal, but not now. Not when she knew the truth as well, and certainly not after she had gone to lunch with Adrien herself and still blushed at the memory of him kissing her hand as he dropped her off at her studio afterwards.

Marinette: Is this about Nino and Adrien trying to salvage their friendship and me being mad at Nino about that?

She hit Send and glanced at the clock. Eight already. Time to get back to the kitchen and finish cooking before Chat Noir showed up. Speaking of the devil… Chat Noir was as much at fault here as everyone else… if not more! Because while there was an unspoken agreement to hold off with a romantic relationship until better times between them, couldn’t he be more insistent or reckless when it came to Ladybug? Couldn’t he take her in his arms and proclaim his eternal love for her? Couldn’t he tell her he didn’t know how to live without her? Shower her with presents and attention? She’d probably be pissed at him for doing so, but at least she wouldn’t be so attention-starved right now to react to Adrien the way she did. Because that was all it was—a natural yearning for someone to notice her, for someone to look at her like she was their world, for someone to gently kiss her hand and open a door for her like a true gentleman that was so rare these days. She just wanted someone to love her the way she was, knowing all her faults and quirks, and not care the slightest about it.

Was that too much to ask of him?

Grunting, Marinette stomped to the kitchen, ignoring her beeping cell phone until all the remaining ingredients for their meal were out and she’d checked the stewing beef. One more beep reminded her of Alya on the line just before she started cutting the vegetables.

Alya: Maybe?

Alya: Yes. OTL

Alya: I’m sorry, M, but neither Nino nor I knew how to tell you and we do realize that Adrien hurt you and maybe we’re being bad friends here, but you know Nino. He wouldn’t sleep if he thinks he didn’t treat someone fairly and in this case, we kind of did just that. He’s dead set on making it right with Adrien. They’re having one more lunch this Saturday and he’s planning to do whatever it takes for it to go better than the last one.

Alya: Marinette? Say something cause I’m freaking out over here.

Alya: Anything?

Alya: You’re pissed at me, aren’t you?

Alya: You know I love you more than anyone else, right? I’d do anything for you.

Alya: Even break up with Nino. Do you want me to? Because, girl, I’ll do that for you and he can marry Adrien for all I care.

Alya: Ugh! Don’t tell him I said that because he might actually dump me for Adrien. The guy grew up really nice.

Alya: I shouldn’t have said that…

Alya: UGH! The man is ugly! He’s hideous! Just look at his Apollo-like looks! So nineteenth century! Old fashioned! Outdated! Nino would NEVER dump me for him, right?

Alya: Nino looks way better btw. Just so you know!

Marinette laughed. Who said she was the overdramatic one in their duo? Alya could easily give her and Chat Noir a run for their money in that department.

Marinette: Sorry, got distracted by cooking.

Marinette: Also, I wouldn’t be so sure about Nino not dumping you for Adrien. They used to be attached at the hip and now he’s feeling all guilty and sad and wants to fix everything. What if Adrien demands marriage?

Alya: Don’t even joke about that. I already invested too much in that man and I’m not giving him up to some CEO of a fashion empire. He can go jump off a cliff. I’ll fight for my man until my last breath.

Marinette: And here I thought you were ready to dump him for me.

Alya: …

Alya: True.

Alya: OTL You’re making it HARD, girl.

Marinette: When did I make it easy for you?

Alya: T_T Why am I still in this relationship?

Marinette: Because you love me more than anyone in this world apart from Nino?

Alya: Can’t blame me for that. Have you seen the man?

Marinette: LOL No blame here. You two are cute.

Alya: :thumbs-up:

Alya: Seriously, though, what do you think about the whole Adrien/Nino thing?

Marinette: I’m fine with it. I don’t think I’ll be plunging in there myself anytime soon but I don’t see why Nino shouldn’t.

Alya: Are you sure?

Marinette: Yes, I’m sure. I’m a grown-ass woman, Alya. I can be civil.

Alya: Okay. If you say so, but if you ever feel uncomfortable, let me know. We’ll figure out something.

Marinette: Will do. Have to go now. My meat is going to burn if I don’t give it my undivided attention.

Alya: See U later, girl.

Quickly firing off her farewell, Marinette got to her cooking, stirring, cutting, seasoning, and tasting. Trying to push thoughts of Adrien out of her mind because, as nice as being noticed felt, she couldn’t get any closer to him. She wasn’t a fool or a teenager anymore. Marinette knew exactly what was going on, fully realized what she was feeling.

She didn’t like it.

She spent years despising even the name of Adrien Agreste, someone who, even if unintentionally, was the cause of the biggest hurt she’d ever experienced. She spent the same amount of time being in love with Chat Noir, her loyal partner and the most important person in her life. How could she allow her old crush on Adrien surface at all, least of all so quickly after he’d reappeared in her life? It wasn’t fair.

Not to her.

Not to Chat Noir.

Especially not to Chat Noir, who had waited years for her. Marinette couldn’t fall in love with her former enemy just when a romantic relationship with Chat Noir had finally become a possibility.

She had to do something.

“Knock, knock,” Chat Noir called from the living room. “Are there any princesses in this tower? A handsome knight has come to entertain them with his awesomeness in exchange for a slice of bread.”

“In the kitchen,” Marinette shouted.

“That smells delicious,” Chat appeared behind her, peeking above her shoulder at the pot. “What are we cooking, Princess?”

Marinette couldn’t hide a smile. Princess. His old nickname for her had resurfaced recently. She missed it more than she had realized. She loved it way more than she would ever admit. “Boeuf Bourguignon.”

Chat inhaled the aroma with the most reverent expression on his face. “You’re spoiling this cat rotten.”

“I’m only paying my rent, Chat. Nice meals for a nice apartment. ‘An equal exchange’. Isn’t that how it goes?”

“I see you finally watched one of my recommendations?”

“I didn’t have time for that yet, but you’ve been quoting it so much, it was impossible for me not to remember.”

“See? I’m a good influence on you.” He grinned. “Need help?”

“Bread, if you don’t mind.”

“When have I ever?” he replied, washing his hands. “I like helping you. You make it seem so easy. I might even pick up a thing or two and not send myself to a hospital next time I try to cook by myself.”

“Maybe I should teach you then.”

“Maybe you should.”

Marinette smiled, putting the finishing touches on their dishes. “Then maybe I will.”

“I’d be forever grateful,” he practically purred, finishing slicing the bread. “How was your day? Anything fun or interesting I should be aware of?”

Marinette stilled, but composed herself a moment later. Avoid mentioning Adrien at all costs. Talk about anything but him. “Felix had a short day. He ditched me before lunch and never came back.”

“Rude. He should be punished.”

“I can’t punish him. He’s doing more work than I do, and he’s my boss’ relative, and he’s the reason you're about to eat a dish that took me almost three hours to prepare, so don’t complain. You should be thanking him instead.”

Chat let out a puff, bringing a bowl filled with bread to the dining table. “What for? Being a weirdo? He’s there to help you with your work, not make you uncomfortable. So despite all of your objections, I still maintain that if he won’t scale back on his antics, you should kick his butt to the curb.”

“Actually, he’s been getting very good at respecting my boundaries lately,” Marinette confessed as she set their meals down. “And even when he doesn’t… How to explain? The way he does all of his weird things… he’s so sincere and polite about it that it’s kind of endearing in a way.”

Chat’s eyebrows knitted into a frown. “So, you like it now?”

“More like I don’t mind it so much now.”

He quirked an eyebrow. “Alright. Then, I guess it’s fine?”

Marinette smiled. “Yes. It’s fine. Weird, but fine. Now, let’s eat. Boeuf Bourguignon is most delicious when it’s still steaming.”

Chat grinned, plopped on a chair and focused his gaze on the bowl in front of him. His eyes sparkled and he grabbed his fork excitedly. “Yes, ma’am! Itadakimasu!”

Marinette chuckled, sitting down as well. “Itadakimasu,” she echoed, starting on her meal. “How was your day?”

“I had lunch with an amazing person,” Chat said, his mouth full. “An old friend of mine, but we’d lost contact for a few years, so I thought lunch would be a good place to catch up. Was very nice to see she’s just as awesome as I remember her.”

She?

Marinette’s chest tightened. Her Chaton was having lunch with a girl whom he considered to be awesome and amazing while avoiding Ladybug at the same time? Yes, avoiding. There was no other explanation for what was going on in their superhero life at that moment.

Ever since Ladybug had returned to her duties, she hadn’t seen much of Chat Noir. The few times she managed to spot him, he acted skittish and distant and eager to escape as fast as he could. To her inquiry on his absences, he answered that he was making his patrols but headed home right after because of the late hours and early mornings he had. Ladybug believed him. She had no reason not to trust Chat. She thought that he was probably still mourning for his relative, and showing it only to Ladybug because only Ladybug knew about that aspect of his life.

Now, however, Marinette wasn’t so sure anymore. Her heart clenched, breathing quickening, as thoughts of Chat’s date attacked her very core. Was he avoiding his partner because he didn’t love her anymore? Or was he avoiding her because he felt guilty for being attracted to someone else, just as she found herself moping over being attracted to Adrien?

She composed herself and asked. “Is that so? Someone with potential?”

“Potential? Potential for what?” Chat blinked at her, stuffing a piece of bread in his mouth.

“Potential for a romantic relationship,” Marinette explained. “Someone you would be interested in dating?”

“Dating?” Chat frowned, letting a moment slowly drift by before he shook his head. “No. She’s just a friend. You know I love Ladybug, Marinette. Why would you ask such a question?”

She let a breath out, closing her eyes for a moment. Unnecessary panic. She hadn’t lost him yet. Though, she might need to do something about it sooner rather than later because Chat Noir had been waiting for her for an absurdly long time already. And now he suddenly started to talk about an amazing, awesome person in his life. Who could guarantee that he’d be willing to wait for her much longer instead of falling in love with whoever-she-was instead?

Marinette looked back at him, childishly enjoying his meal while telling her all about his day and this amazing friend of his. She loved him. She really did. And she was holding off on him only because her life was a mess. It wasn’t anymore, though. It had gotten so much better in these last few months. Why should she continue to hold back and risk losing him?

She shouldn’t.

Her eyes widened.

That would solve all of her problems. If she were to date Chat Noir, Marinette would receive all the attention she craved from him and wouldn’t be attracted to other men. She’d give Chat all of her love and there would be none left for someone else. Adrien wouldn’t be able to make her heart stutter just by smiling at her or make her blush with an innocent wink. Chat deserved that. Plus, after years of loyally loving her, Chat Noir had more rights than anyone else to have her love and devotion.

Marinette let a smile tug at the corner of her lips. It really was the perfect solution. She’d only have to be careful going about it, considering the way Chat was acting around Ladybug lately. Something was wrong. She could feel it. She knew her Chaton and for him to avoid Ladybug, something had to be horribly wrong.

Marinette took a sip of water, observing her partner. A moment later, it all came together, just like one of her lucky charms she hadn’t used in a while.

“Say Chat,” she started carefully as soon as he’d stopped talking. “We’re friends, right?”

He grinned. “Of course, we are.”

“And as my friend, you’d tell me if there was something bothering you or you were in trouble, wouldn’t you?”

He quirked an eyebrow. “Yes. Why?”

Marinette sighed. “You know how my best friend runs the Ladyblog?”

“Alya Césaire?”

“Yes. Alya. She shared a concern with me a few days ago, and I wanted to ask you about it, but it could possibly be a very private issue.”

He shrugged. “Ask away. I’m fine with you asking me anything except my identity.”

“Why have you been avoiding Ladybug?”

Chat stared at her in shock, his cat ears slowly falling down against his hair. “I… Why would you think I’m avoiding Ladybug?”

“That’s just what Alya concluded based on your reported activity and sightings. When Ladybug was absent for a little over a week, you patrolled every night. But when she returned, you’ve been scarcely seen… and last week, you didn’t patrol at all.”

He looked away, whispering. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Marinette stood up and, walking over to him, crouched by his side and laid her hand on top of his. “Chat, whatever it is, don’t you think it’ll be easier if you share it with someone? Anything is easier to carry with a friend. I should know that by now.”

His eyes filled with worry and sadness. He watched her for a full minute before whispering, “Not if that ‘something’ might cause me to lose her.”

She squeezed his hand in a reassuring gesture. “You’ll never lose her, Chat. You’ve been partners for so long. Probably went through a lot together. You’re two halves of a whole. You’ll never lose her. She loves you. She’ll understand whatever it is.”

He shook his head. “I can’t.”

“You’ll lose her faster if you keep avoiding her,” Marinette added. “Don’t you think she’s noticed? Can you even imagine what’s going through her head as she’s trying to figure out why her partner suddenly doesn’t want to see her anymore?”

His eyes wide, he stared at Marinette. “I… I didn’t think about it that way.”

“You don’t have to tell her details, but you have to talk to her and figure this out, or you risk losing her trust and that is the most difficult thing to fix… if it’s possible at all.”

He bowed his head, gripping his hair with his hands. “You don’t understand, Marinette. It’s something big. Really big! I… I wouldn’t even know how to start. I mean how do you tell your partner that the enemy you fought together for ten years was your father!”

Her eyes bulging, Marinette froze, goosebumps running down her skin.

Chat abruptly stopped speaking, staring at her in horror. “No! I—didn’t mean… That’s not what I meant. Hawkmoth—he isn’t—” Chat dropped his head back into his hands and groaned. “Please, don’t hate me. I didn’t know until a few weeks ago.”

Her heart racing, Marinette watched him in shock. His father? Hawkmoth was Chat Noir’s father?

“Your father?” she echoed as if in a trance.

“Was,” Chat whispered into his hands. “He passed away recently.”

Marinette flinched but shook the thought away. “Passed? You didn’t…”

Chat shook his head. “Stroke. I found out about him being Hawkmoth only after he’d been dead for a while.”

Marinette swallowed, unable to stop staring at him. How awful that must have been to discover. She couldn’t even imagine how she’d feel, what she’d do if her father ended up being Hawkmoth. If any of her relatives or friends were to be revealed as the villain who’d terrorized the city for years. No wonder Chat had been acting so strange around Ladybug. He must have felt terrible. Really, how could he tell Ladybug something like that?

Lost for words, Marinette did the only thing she could think of—she pulled him closer and wrapped her partner in a tight embrace, whispering in the crook of his neck, “I’m so sorry.”

His breathing hitched, Chat tensed at the contact, but when she tugged him even closer, he gave in and wrapped his arms around Marinette, clinging to her as if she were his lifeline.

“I should’ve known.” His voice trembled. “He was a horrible human being.”

“Still, that must have been awful to discover.”

Chat barely breathed. “Devastating.”

They stayed in each other's arms for a few minutes, silently taking comfort in one another. His breathing, ragged and erratic at first, normalized as Chat slowly relaxed. When his grip on her eased, Marinette hesitantly pulled away to take his face in her hands. He still held her in his arms, searching her face for something, looking for the answer to a question. An answer he dreaded receiving.

“You’re not your father,” Marinette said, looking at him. “Neither he nor his actions, define who you are.”

Chat let out a sigh of relief, his eyes closing with it. “Thank you.”

“And you need to tell Ladybug. She knows you. She will understand and help you get through this.”

His eyes still closed, Chat shook his head. “Not yet. I’m not ready yet.”

“I don’t think you’ll ever be ready, Chat. I don’t think anyone can ever be ready to disclose something like that, but tell me, do you trust her? Do you trust Ladybug?”

“With my life,” he whispered.

“Then tell her. Tell her everything. Tell her about your father. Tell her you love her. Everything. If you truly trust her, you know she’ll understand and won’t judge you. She’d want you to tell her so she can help you get through this. Am I wrong?”

His gaze falling to the ground, Chat thought for a few moments before looking back at Marinette. “You’re probably right. I should tell her.”

“You should.”

“And I will.”

“Tonight.”

“Tonig—What? Tonight?”

“Yes, tonight,” Marinette nodded. “Don’t delay any longer. The longer you put this off, the harder it’ll be to do. So, just go out there and tell her.”

He blinked a few times, staring at her, then let a smile sneak onto his lips. “Okay. I will. Tonight. I’ll tell her everything.”

Marinette gave him a smile and pulled him back into a hug. Her poor Chaton. He’d been through a lot. His problems were so much bigger than hers, and she’d been too wrapped up in her own mess to notice that he’d been slowly falling apart. No more. She wouldn’t allow that. Marinette would put her partner first for once and she would give him all the love he deserved.

Tonight.

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ironmanintheshtreets · 4 years

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*this is my first ff ever so please don’t be to harsh on me, also English isn’t my first language so I apologize for any spelling or grammar mistakes*

✨Goodbye but not forever ✨

Jaehyun x Reader 🍑

Fluff, smut, maybe a little angsty

Word count: 1252

Summary: you’re on your way to the airport to fly to see jaehyun and end up reminiscing your last visit 💖

You’re sitting in the subway, AirPods in your ears listening to Nct127 playground, it reminds you of him... the most polite and funniest Aquarius of em all... you can see him right in front of you, holding your hand and showing you his favorite places in Seoul. He loves to take you out but it doesn’t really happen much since he is super busy all the time.

You remember one time he was so tired he barely finished practice when he came to pick you up from your hotel, it was your last night in Seoul and Eventho he might pass out from exhaustion he couldn’t live if he didn’t take you out one last time.

He took you to his fave restaurant somewhere, a street that no one knows, small and narrow and a little dark but not scary at all, more like magical, it felt like an alternative universe where you could be with him without being scared of sasaengs or any other fans.

The restaurant is super small and simple and barely has any place for people. He reserved the 2 tables they had, he knew you needed only one but he wanted to be alone with you. You had to sit down on the ground on 2 thin pillows, it was actually a little uncomfortable but you didn’t really care, because you were with him, with him everything is comfortable, even sitting on the bare ground!

After finishing your food, both of you felt super tired, but still kept talking and laughing with each other since you didn’t wanna waste any time you had together. Jaehyun took your hand, caressing it and kissing it softly, he drank a little bit of soju according to your request and you also felt slightly tipsy, not drunk but only to a point were you weren’t scared to say what you think without overthinking.

“I love you Yunho” you said softly only making his eyes sparkle even more, he chuckles. “I love you too” he said with his dimples dig in deeper than ever. The owner already knows you and puts the keys infront of you before he lives, jaehyun knowing he’ll have to lock up the door tonight.

When you heard the back door closing when the owner left you decide to rest your head on jaehyuns shoulder, he responses by leaning in to warmly kiss your cheek and resting his head on yours. You felt warm and protected...

Suddenly you wake up from his snoring, both of you fell asleep in the store and it’s already 4:30am.. you didn’t want to wake him up, you knew he was super tired and exhausted, but you knew he will be upset if you don’t do it.

After staring at him for a few minutes adoring him, you decide to stand up and sit on his lap, wrapping your hands around his neck, leaning into his chest, you feel his heart beating and his breathing in your hair.

You kiss him softly hoping that it will wake him up, he smiles softly, “one more please” he says, slightly pouting. You kiss him again. “One more baby please”, he’s pouting even more this time. You kiss him again, this time a little longer. He opens his eyes lightly looking at you.

First he smiles, than his expression changed... “what’s wrong” you ask.. he looks upset, his eyes are coated in tears and even his mouth looks sad. “I can’t believe you’re leaving today, what am I gonna do without you? “Your eyes fill up with tears -“ don’t say that! We will see each other again! Soon!”

You lean in for a kiss, your lips are slightly shaking because you’re holding back your tears, he cups your face leaning even deeper into the kiss. He hugs you tightly -“ pls think about me at least once a day!” You kiss him again “I promise.”

He grabs you by your waist and lifts you frontally on his lap, he kisses you passionately, never once breaking the kiss, he caresses your face, every once in a while opening his eyes only to see whether he is dreaming or not.

You Lift up his shirts touching his chest and caressing him softly, you can feel the shivers going down his spine. He takes of your dress, leaving you only in a bra and your panties, he snaps your bra open in one swift motion and cups your breast, you feel so comfortable.

He starts kissing your neck. When he starts kissing your lips again, he decides to motion his fingers into your panty, you softly pant in response of his fingers touching your core. You’re enjoying the moment, it’s so intimate it feels like it’s only you and him on this planet. Once you reached your high you open his pants, taking his in your hand and start pumping it, he couldn’t help but moa. He’s soft groaning made you even more excited just looking at him could make you climax all over again.

He felt his high coming near when he decides to take your hand off of him. He flips you over from half kneeling to laying on your back. He smoothing enters you when you both start moaning all over again this time its a different type of pleasure, he fills you up so well, it’s nice and warm and he’s hitting your spot so well, he knows what he’s doing. It’s like your were made for eachother only.

You both feel your high coming so close, after he hits your sweet spots a few more times the pleasure just washes over you. He couldn’t help but cum as well in response to your clenching walls.

He flips so you’re on top of him, because he doesn’t hurt you. He thought you were gonna cuddle, but you decide to continue riding him, you knew you’re not gonna see him for a few months and this just really wasn’t enough for you... you start rocking your hips, when the overstimulation hits him, it’s a little painful at first but he quickly starts enjoying it, he has a perfect view of you.

You hold his chest to feel more stable and you find the perfect pace for both of you, it takes a little longer this time but you both gut your high all over again, this time you’re collapsing on top of him.

“I didn’t expect you to do that, you must be really sad to leave me” - “I am not leaving you! Don’t say that, I am just going back home and we won’t see each other for a few months I thought you’d like it” he Lifts you up and puts you beside him.

He helps you get dressed and so do you. “You Fall asleep on his chest, listening to his heartbeat” bum bum bum.. bum... bum......bum....... he....hel....hello........bum......miss??? Miss??? “Huh what?” Miss your phone has been ringing for the last 20 minutes, you should pick up it seems to be urgent!

You realize you fell asleep at your way to the airport and the next station is yours, you pick up your phone -“hello?”

Hey baby, have you been daydreaming again? Please don’t miss your flight I really need you by my side as soon as possible! 💖

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hecticcheer · 3 years

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This is ~2,000 words of fluff, inspired by late-night brain’s inadvertent mashup of this suggestion by boxofsfic with the ending of this story by sickiepop. (If either of you are seeing this post, hi! I love your work, and I hope you don’t mind what a monster I conceived while reading it…!)

The OCs I made up for the occasion are both around 30; the sick one’s a guy, and the other is nonbinary; they’re housemates; they might be in a QPR, but I don’t think they know that yet either.

I mmmmight write the sequel foreshadowed in the last few lines? Not sure yet; depends on whether I still like what I’ve written by tomorrow. But if you’re reading this and you’d dig that, please let me know!

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Mr. Bartholomew Fox lay on his classroom’s hard, dusty floor, trying to remember how to pronounce respite. It had been a vocab word this week in some of his tenth graders’ books, but grading their worksheets had not required him to say the word aloud. He could remember that it wasn’t phonetic—it did not rhyme with despite, like its spelling suggested it should. But did one say the word as though it were spelled respeet? Reecepite? Resspit? The remembered voice of a friend from the days of his first smartphone reminded him, You have 3G; he fumbled for his phone, hoping the dictionary app would load this time deecepit the classroom’s shoddy cell service. When he lifted his phone, however, a text from Leverton distracted him.

You ok? At a meeting I forgot about or s/t?

Barty (he was Barty to friends, Mr. F among his less-creative students) hadn’t quite felt like himself all day, though he wasn’t sure what more than that to say about it. His joints and muscles ached, sure; his head throbbed for a bit after every movement, yeah; he’d been shaky and dizzy all day, true—but none of that was weird. He guessed these symptoms must be worse than usual, but no one of them seemed enough that way to justify what an unpleasant day he’d had. Or at least, none had done so until his final class ended, when struck the irresistible urge to lie down on the floor instead of heading home. On the floor, with nothing else to think about, they all seemed urgent. He felt so dizzy it made him hot all over, his upper lip prickling with sweat. If he moved in any way, and whenever he opened his eyes, the feeling grew worse. His left shoulder, right wrist, that mysterious place in his lower back, both knees, the muscles in his neck and thighs and forearms and halfway down his right calf—all traded off shouting for his attention. The throb behind his left eye grew sharper now, more electric, like the start of a migraine (but those usually came on earlier in the day). That side of his nose was clogged. Was he getting a cold? Not unlikely, this early in the school year. Or was it just allergy season.

He’d gone about this far in his musings and then apparently quit thinking at all until something (he could no longer remember what) had made him reach for his phone. Now, having read Leverton’s text, he laid the phone down on his chest and closed his eyes, trying to think how to reply. After he’d typed I’m okay, just and then lay still for a bit pondering how to make must’ve fallen asleep sound less dumb, another text arrived from Leverton:

Just send me an emoji or something so I know you’re not dead? You’re probably just at a meeting and I don’t want to bug you, but, starting to worry a little

I’m okay Barty sent back therefore, deleting the comma and the just. They’d both long-since turned off their phones’ “Read at 4:18 PM” feature—it made Leverton anxious, and incensed Barty on principle. Sending a quick reply took priority, therefore, over explaining himself. The little green progress bar hovered for eons about two thirds of its way across the screen, which it would never have dared at home unless he had tried to send multiple photos. Making sure not to touch the phone’s sides directly, even though he knew that made no difference on this non-dinosaur model, he wrote further, No meeting; fell asleep in classroom. Somehow that one went through at once—so quickly that he’d barely had time to close his eyes and set his head back down before it buzzed again.

Oh my god

Are you ok??? That sounds so unlike you

He didn’t know what to say. The first I’m okay hadn’t felt like a lie, since in that case it was clear he meant okay as opposed to dead. But now neither Yes or No seemed like the right answer. The long pause he elected to respond with instead probably treated Leverton worse than either one:

Are you still in your classroom? Stay there, I’ll come get you

I don’t knw [sic] if I’m comfortable w/ the thought of you driving like this.

On its face Barty found this absurd. Students fell asleep in his class nearly every time he turned on the projector, and that seemed a much greater feat than dozing off while lying alone on the floor. Besides, it hadn’t been real sleep—only stage one or two. If someone had asked whether he was awake he could have honestly said Yes, without startling first. Don’t, he began typing back, but once the initial guilt wore off he thought again about Leverton’s words (Stay there, I’ll come get you). The corners of his eyes grew hot when he pictured them setting out on foot to collect him. Leverton was right, after all—Barty never fell asleep during the day. He deleted the message he’d started and sent instead, Okay.

By the time he heard Leverton’s hand on the doorknob Barty had drifted back into early-stage sleep: close enough to the surface to recognize the sound, but far enough under that it surprised him a little. He’d forgot where he was, his thoughts (now vanished) so vivid they’d seemed realer than the floor under his back. He pulled himself up onto his elbows and his sight went dark blue from the corners inward.

“Hi,” he told Leverton as the latter entered—too quietly, as it turned out, for them to hear over the sound of the closing door. They peered around the room, but it took them a few seconds to spot him; he could tell they were looking for a seated person, rather than one on the floor. Barty cleared his throat and this time said, “Hello.”

“Oh my god—did you fall? Are you alright?”

“No, I’m fine,” Barty insisted, shaking his head, and then, smiling inanely, added, “I meant to do this.”

(Meant to do that was a long-standing meme of theirs, an offshoot from Leverton’s comparisons of Barty to a cat. After a cat does something stupid, it recovers its dignity so quickly you’d think it was trying to look like the stupid thing it did was all part of the plan. Thus whenever either of them made a mistake too large to ignore but too small for a real apology, they’d say to the other some variation on, Meant to do that.)

“You just thought the linoleum seemed like a nice change of pace from the nice couch we have at home,” summarized Leverton, and Barty noticed how they used the word nice twice in a row.

He lowered his head back to the floor, feeling too dizzy and neck-sore to waste his strength on trifles. “It’s vinyl; they just replaced it.”

“What?”

“The floor.”

“Ah. Vinyl. Excuse me.” They sat cross-legged down next to Barty, on the aforesaid vinyl.

“I’m alright,” Barty said again.

“Yeah, but that word doesn’t mean a lot coming from you. Excuse my cold hands,” Leverton warned, and placed the back of their hand to Barty’s forehead and each cheek in turn, brushing some hair out of the way first so it wouldn’t get in his eyes. Barty flinched slightly, having gone from unpleasantly hot to unpleasantly cold in the time since he’d first made contact with the floor. “Feels like you’ve got a fever. Do you think you might be coming down with something?”

“You just said your hands are cold, though,” pointed out Barty.

“Well, yeah,” Leverton conceded with a snarl of laughter—“‘cause compared to a face I figured they would be.”

“Thought you meant ‘cause you’d come from outside.”

“No; I wasn’t cold out there.”

This week had brought their town its first cold snap of the season, but in California an early-fall cold snap parses out to more like absence of heat wave. The last few days it had been cool enough to keep the AC off, but it was still t-shirt weather out from ten to ten. Leverton’s tie dye, sweatpants and flip-flops attested to this—as well as to how quickly they must have hurried to meet him. Though they worked from home, Leverton usually put on jeans to meet the public. And that tie-dye t-shirt, Barty knew, had a small hole in one armpit. It pleased him to remark that he could still keep track of details like this; too bad these examples of lucidity were invisible to Leverton.

“You look pretty sick,” said the latter. “How do you feel?”

Come to think of it, the word lucid itself could also mean translucent. That was about how he felt: diaphanous, vague, barely-there. His mother always said with it instead of lucid; though she’d never said so, he’d deduced the antonym of with it must be out of it.

“Not my best,” Barty admitted.

“But you didn’t faint, or hurt yourself, or anything.”

“No. Worried I might, but figured I’d preempt it.”

“Always thinking ahead,” scoffed Leverton, combing their hand through some more of Barty’s hair. “Your hair’s all sweaty; did you know that?”

“I did not.”

“You don’t usually sweat that bad just from feeling faint, I didn’t think.”

“You’re right.”

“So again I say, You look sick.”

“I’m probably getting sick.”

Leverton sighed through pursed lips, making them billow noisily. “Well, shit, pal, this is a terrible place to be sick.”

“Such language,” mumbled Barty, without conviction. He was so unused to letting swears pass without comment in this room that it would have taken more effort to say nothing. But Leverton, rightly, ignored this comment:

“Can you stand? Maybe I could get you some water—would that help?”

“Yes, and yes. On my desk,” Barty said, pointing without looking up.

“Uhhh… ah! I see it.” Leverton stood up and brought back Barty’s bottle of water. They sat again, uncapped it, and, once Barty had sat back up on his elbows, handed it to him and gripped his shoulder, presumably to help him keep his balance. Barty gulped down several mouthfuls, broke off to catch his breath, and shoved the cold-sweaty bottle back into Leverton’s hand, eager to lie back down. “Ah!—no—wrong way!” squawked Leverton. “Are you sure you can stand.”

“Just need a minute. Can you drag the desk chair over? Seems a pleasanter middle ground than.”

“Oh—good point. Sure.” They rolled it over, apologizing for the squeaky wheel. When he had more energy, among his friends Barty would sneer and hiss at such unpleasant sounds; the chair’s squeak hurt his head now too, of course, but somehow at the moment he found it easier to withstand unpleasant phenomena than resist them.

After a minute, he did indeed pull himself up and slither into the chair. (Leverton evidently knew better than to offer a hand to help him up; such offers would hurt his pride, and possibly also his shoulders.) His hands shook as he gripped the arms of the chair to haul himself up into it; his head spun; he was so weak the exertion hurt his chest and all four limbs. When he subsided to catch his breath his head throbbed raucously. He leant it into his hand—whose support Leverton then seconded with their own hand. Their touch chilled him at first, but he lacked the strength (whether of will or body who knew) to scoot away. He hadn’t realized how much the weight of his head had hurt his wrist until Leverton’s help removed that hurt.

“You’re really not feeling well, are you.”

“Seems that way.”

“Thank god I didn’t let you drive yourself home.”

“Too bad for the kids, they’re all gonna catch it,” Barty muttered, regretfully; “as will you, of course. And I won’t do nearly this good a job of looking after you.”

“I don’t mind. You’ll do your best.”

“Will I?”

“You always seem to. From my limited perspective.”

“I don’t have your patience. Or your empathy.”

Leverton scoffed: “Empathy? Yes you do! You feel other people’s feelings just as well as I do—you’re just shyer about it. You’re just emotionally constipated.”

“Perhaps,” granted Barty. He doubted that first half, but could already feel himself smiling at Leverton’s flatteries, and knew if he tried to argue that they would hold the smile against him as an admission. So he gave his doubts no more explicit form than, “Nice of you to say so.”

“Are you ready to try and walk to the car?”

Barty sighed, sort of phlegmily—almost a hiss. “Might as well be.”

#a shifty tract #(...first time i'm using the writing tag and it feels like a lie; no digestive ills here at all #(just vague fluey stuff and undiagnosed chronic illness. in my headcanon he has heds and pots 'cause that's what i have lmao #(but this premise Just Didn't Work on a character who understands his chronic symptoms' mechanisms as well as i know mine #(and barty--again like me--is the kind of guy who Learns Everything about any label he knows applies to him #(but who dislikes not knowing so much that if the problem has no name he'll pretend it doesn't matter for as long as possible #(sooooo no diagnosis for him. sorry pal)#permasickfic #(trying to avoid the chronic illness tag but figured i should tag for it in SOME capacity as i suspect it squicks some people)

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queen-rogah · 4 years

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Heartbreak Weather (part 2)

Roger Taylor x Reader

Series Summary: It's the story about the unexpected love between you and Roger Taylor that had lasted through thick and thin, through the challenges and darkness as you both find a way to prove that love is unbreakable...

In this part: The night in the club goes on with you spending your time with Roger. You really want to avoid your feelings to him but it seems like it does not go away—same goes to Roger too.

Warnings: language, lots of fluff, angst, a lot of alcohol consumings, mild smut (not that graphic)

Word Count: 7.7k+ words

Note: more grammar and spelling errors. more time jumps and fast-forwarded scenes. prepare for a sappy roger/cute reader in this part

HEARTBREAK WEATHER MASTERLIST | QUEENROGAH’S MASTERLIST

PART TWO: "BLACK AND WHITE"

"Finally, you're flirting with me." The drummer chuckles.

You blushed in his words as you let out a chuckle too, "I don't think I'm flirting with you Roger." You denied his words.

"What a shame because I wish you had been."

Your heart skipped a beat when he said that to you, with his ocean eyes staring right at you—Roger fucking Taylor, a famous drummer, a lady-magnet and a good-looking bloke enjoys that you're flirting with him, without even noticing that you're flirting. The way he said that was almost made you want to kiss him, but you're only a woman that is intoxicated with different types of drinks and alcohol is already running in your system.

Roger in the other hand waits for your reaction, and your reaction?

You just laughed. Again. Like a fucking maniac.

"I–I..uh..." You soon gulped and put your glass down on the counter, "Roger, I have a question..." You dodged the awkward situation as he hums, letting you tell him your question.

You saw his body moved closer to you and you feel something weird in your body, all because of just his aura.

"I know I saw you back there with two good-looking girls in your place and...I don't want to sound rude here but, are you just here talking to me—flirting maybe just to make me be like those girls? Do you want me under your spell or a one night stand thing because Roger...I am not that kind of a woman. I may be dressed like this, but that's not what I'm planning to do tonight. Or—"

"—I'm not that kind of a man Y/N. I'm not a man that meets up with a girl, sleep with them and just forget all about it in the morning. I really am not, but I respect on what you just said because I guess that's just the only thing you may think of when the name Roger Taylor pops into your head." He responds, sarcasm filled his voice after he said that.

You didn't know this turned out to be...personal.

And you think you just broke Roger Taylor's heart right there.

You absolutely regret on asking him that question in the first place, but your thoughts is that you're just making sure about everything because you really don't want to ruin a night like this in your life. You don't want to give all of you to a man you just met.

"I–I didn't mean to put it that way, I–I'm just making sure." You stammered as you apologize to him.

Roger just nods his head at you, knowing that he's not listening—just your words going through his ear and out in the other ear.

Roger thought you're different.

And all that he's been thinking about is to go back to those two girls in their booth.

"It's nice meeting you Y/N." He finally dismissed himself from you—to clearly avoid any drama as you watch him walk away like nothing had happened. You let out a huge breath when he just ditched you here, but you did get to the point that you're already offending him earlier, so you think it's your fault that he felt bad about himself. You called on the bartender again as you ordered a shot. You never drink too much in your whole life and you think this is the night wherein you'll get shitfaced—like Eleanor said to you earlier.

Speaking of Eleanor, you haven't found her since the time you saw her with that guy. Kelsey too had disappeared in the crowd and Cleo, she's still with John—clearly flirting with him back there.

The bartender came back with your drink as you stare at the alcohol right in front of you, "I guess it's just you and me again." You muttered and drank it all in one sip, then you ordered a second one again, a third one, a fourth one until you didn't count how many shots you've ordered.

When you're drinking all of those shots you've ordered, Roger is walking towards the booth to find the girls already gone, so he didn't get back there, instead he went back to the bar but he's in a far away distance from you, not seeing on what you're actually doing in your life right now. He didn't notice you pushing your way to the dancing people and started dancing with them too. You managed to find Kelsey with two men groping her while they dance as you also dance with them. One guy had his hands around your hips, your back pressed on his chest—dangerously close to him.

Roger wasn't intoxicated, he doesn't feel drunk after all those shots since it's been two hours since those round of shots occurred and the alcohol just faded out. He just had to leave the bar when he suddenly found someone entered the club that he recognizes, they are with their group of friends, wearing those skin tight dresses and revealing clothes to attract men.

Reese.

After that breakup and confession that she's been cheating on him for 5 months, she also planned to go here, with a couple of friends. Just like Roger had also planned after his mini tantrum onstage earlier. And he's still not ready to face her after the words he said to her, but he also wants to face her and say the other things he wants to say.

The words that is better left unsaid.

When her group is closely approaching to where Roger is, he suddenly decided to turn away and never face her, like ever again as he left the bar, walking back to their booth—but only to bump someone on his way there, he looked at the person to suddenly see you, looking completely wasted and your hair is sticking on your face because of your sweat that built up because of those body heat in the dancefloor.

"Roger—" You stopped and suddenly felt the bile slowly rising up to your throat. You cover your mouth as you pushed the drummer away, stumbling towards the restrooms. Roger, who's concerned if anything would happen to you, followed you.

Then he saw you going for the men's restroom, that's why he grabbed your hips and guide you to the ladies, "How many drinks have you consumed?." Roger whispered to you, you just ignored him and entered the restroom to let it all out.

Roger waited for you to finish up, his back leaning on the wall across the ladies' restroom.

After a couple of minutes, you are still inside the restrooms, sitting on the floor of one of the cubicles inside. You flushed the toilet two times and regret every ounce of alcohol you've consumed tonight, thinking that it's already in the middle of the night and you have work by Monday. You slowly stood up from the floor, trying to stand up properly this time. You left the cubicle and look at yourself in the mirror, the makeup you've put on is now fading away, so you just put on your strawberry lip gloss on and fix your hair. You stayed inside the restroom for a moment—not knowing that Roger is waiting for you outside.

Roger, who's looking at his watch a couple of times—not caring that it's already 1 in the morning, is still waiting for you to come out. He's already sober and not planning on drinking more again.

"Roger?."

Roger turn to his left to see her again, wearing a flowy kimono top, his eyes grew soft as he remember the words he said to her in that phone call.

"Reese..." He sighs, eyes softening.

"So you're drinking again? I thought you changed already—"

"—change? After that phone call earlier? After you fucking broke my heart through the phone? You're completely unbelievable Reese." Roger disputes, facing away from her.

Reese regrets that she followed him back here since she saw him—his hands holding you earlier. That left her curious about her own ex-boyfriend.

"Roger, always remember that breaking up with you doesn't mean that you will just go back to do the habits that I hate so much. I just want you stay the way you were when we got together." Reese tries to calm the drummer down as he shrugs her off.

"Why are you always pinning everything to me and my mistakes? Well look who fucking cheated in the relationship." Roger defends himself.

"Roger, I—"

"You don't know how you broke me so much when you said you found somebody else and it—" Roger trailed off, "—it made me think of the things that aren't good enough for you to love me."

Reese never see him so vulnerable. The one that he loves so much turns out to be the one who hurts him so much.

"Rog—"

The conversation stopped when you stepped outside the restroom, alcohol still running in your veins but manage to take care of yourself.

"Roger, are you–are you waiting on me?." You asked the drummer. He didn't say anything, he just approaches you, took your hand and left the hallway—leaving Reese all alone and dumbfounded.

Roger leads you back to their booth wherein they are still talking to each other and meeting more people, then watch him walk away from the booth.

You took your fur coat that is laying on the couch beside Cleo, "Where's Eleanor? She needs to drive us home, it's so late." You slap her forearm to get her attention to you.

"Oh, I think Eleanor already left with that guy earlier." Cleo slurred and your eyes widened.

You cursed under your breath, "Then who will drive us back? It's already 1 in the morning." You argued.

"Still early." Cleo replied to you and continue chatting with John and the others. You gave up and put on the fur coat and took your bag.

"Then I'm going alone." You stomp your way towards the exit to see multiple people still coming inside this club. You look around the street to see no cabs—just their own fucking cars. You think of something of how you can go home.

Hitchhike can be dangerous. Waiting for some cabs will never give you hope. Walking is the only way, but it'll take you hours to get back to your flat.

"Walking it is." You groaned, started to take off your heels. You suddenly stopped when the people in line became loud and see Roger walking out of the club with a man who protects him from the raging fans. You watch them making their way to a car parked by the street. Seeing him already hopping inside the car.

And you know just what to do.

"Roger! Roger it's Y/N!." You shout at the far distance and start to walk towards them, but only to be blocked by the man with him. "Wait—"

"Roger's off limits." He said to you and you scoffed.

"Excuse me please, he knows me! Roger, hey!." You wave your hand at the closed window. And then for a couple of seconds of you getting his attention, the windows rolled down with Roger looking right at you.

"What are you doing Y/N? Why aren't you with your friends inside?." Roger asked. You glared at the man, giving him the proof that Roger Taylor really knows you as he loosen his grip on you—letting you stand close to the car. Close to him.

"I–I need a ride home, my friends are already screwed up and shitfaced with alcohol or whatever it is. My friend who has a ride ditched us so, I really need to get home. I'm just by Waterloo Road, you can drop me by the park." You pleaded, watching him think of his answer.

"Alright, get in. We'll drive you home." Roger said and a smile appeared on your lips as he opened the door, letting you in the car. Sighing deeply as you finally will go home. Safe and sound in your home.

The car drives away from the street as you lay your head on the window, watching the streets and it's lights. This night out is truly one of the tiring and stressful—but it's damn memorable. Roger is also silent and looking out on the window by his side too.

You look over to him, feeling like he's not a celebrity but instead just a normal person. Tired, stressed and damaged—all because of the consecutive days of performing and touring from all over the globe. Hands calloused, muscles tight and uncomfortable for the drumming. You can't imagine how much pain he's going through—but probably you know every all of that is worth it to him.

And it left you wondering—who was the girl he's talking to when you stepped out of the restrooms?

"Roger?." You speak in the silence as he look at you, those tired eyes looking right at you.

"Hm?." He hums.

"I've been meaning to ask you. Who was the girl you've been talking to when I finished...you know...throwing up in the restroom." You asked him and you heard him sigh deeply, then you felt him being uncomfortable in that question, "Uh...forget about it, you don't need to answer it—"

"—she's my ex-girlfriend and uh...we just broke up through the phone earlier...before I performed in front of thousands." Roger cuts you off and answered your question.

You gape at him and let his words play along in your head again. That girl, was his ex that broke up with him through the phone.

"I mean...that's an impractical thing to do—breaking up with somebody through the phone." You commented.

"Psh—I know right. She found someone else and get in a secret relationship with that man behind my back for the last 5 months." Roger replied.

"That's fucking terrible." You reacted, then start to wonder again, "But why are you still talking to her earlier? Aren't you feeling a bit off with her with what happened?." You asked.

"I am a bit off of her but...the break-up is just so fresh and...you know, she's my first love. We shared years together, she moved in with me too but it turns out it's just a one big sham." Roger answered.

You didn't asked anything else to him anymore as you felt that he finally let it out. The burden, the pain, the heartbreak.

You took an intake of breath before you suddenly lay your hand on top of his. He reacted on your touch as he looked back at you, seeing his surprised face. Instead of what you thought he would do, his hand that's under your's slides off and took yours too, letting your fingers fully intertwined with his own. You can't stop staring at your hands together and just gave him a small smile, letting it be.

It's nice. The silence. And hands tied together.

...

The car finally reached the park. The hand holding also turned into something different—it's now your head laying on his shoulder when you took a small nap while on the road earlier. You woke up just before the car would arrive and now you're finally here, only a few steps away from your flat. Before leaving the car, you faced Roger.

"First of all, you're the celebrity I've ever met in person..." You chuckled.

"Oh really?." Roger raises his brows at you as you nod your head.

"Well, I nearly met Mick Jagger but there's just a lot of girls before wants to meet him and me and my friends gave up on it," You said, "And um, Roger?."

"Yeah?."

"Do you...want to come inside? Give you food and maybe painkillers for the hangover...as a way of my thank you for the help and the ride home." You shyly asked the drummer.

Roger was astonished on your offer, but the time breaks everything off. He really wants to come with you.

"I love to but it's so late Y/N, and I am on tour. I'm a busy man, perhaps, I can walk you there. I can't stand seeing you walk alone in this street." Roger said as he is now taking off his seatbelt.

"Roger, you don't have to—"

"—but I want to." Roger cuts you off.

You know you can't argue with him, "Okay." You gave him a small smile and took your seatbelts off too. You both left the car then started walking together towards your flat that is only meters away from the park where the car stopped.

You have your arms crossed in front of your chest, warming them in your fur coat. Roger has his hands stuffed in his pockets.

There's a distance between you two while walking there. Silence. Only hearing the barking dogs nearby—and crickets too.

"You know what," Roger suddenly spoke first amidst the silence, "I actually called this night the worst night of my life because our show earlier is bullshit, my long-term girlfriend broke up with me then I met her again and I broke my drumset—almost hitting Freddie onstage. But—"

You furrowed your brows when he stopped talking, "—but?."

"I don't know..." He trails off.

You finally stopped in front of your flat, Roger looking around the place and then right back at you.

"Well, are you sure you don't want painkillers?." You asked again.

Roger chuckles, "I'm fine Y/N, and you should be the one who needs to drink the painkillers. I saw what alcohol did to you." He smirks.

"Ugh, I'm horrible when I'm drunk." You replied, regretting that you consumed a lot of drinks tonight.

"So don't drink a lot next time. You seriously need a full-time nanny to take care of you when you're drunk." Roger again teases you.

"Oh fuck off." You laughed, "So this is goodbye, Roger Taylor."

"Don't say goodbye to me like you'll never going to see me again. We'll meet again soon, I promise that. You're–you're something to me Y/N." Roger said. You can literally feel your heart thumping loudly in your chest.

"Well then it's not goodbye Roger. I'll see you soon." You softly smiled at him before taking steps closer to him and plant a soft kiss on his cheek. The drummer was frozen shock when you showed that affectionate side of yours as he just watch you lean away and step inside your flat—making sure to wave goodbye before closing the door behind you.

You really are something to him.

...

NOVEMBER 27, 1974 — OLYMPEN: LUND, SWEDEN

Ever since that night, Roger wasn't over you.

You're in his mind all the time. Even though he met several girls on tour—slept with the others, but his mind was still glued to that moment you plant that kiss on his cheek. He was never been so sappy his whole life ever since him and Reese are sti together. Now those feelings he felt towards Reese before—he felt that again when he's with you.

And he loved that. Every bit of that.

And now that they've left the UK again, Roger knows that it's going to be a long time that he'll meet you back there. His body is focused on drumming and performing their music in front of the people who adore them, but his mind was clearly all about you. Not with the groupies who always comes with them on tour and tries to entertain the drummer.

"Earth to Roger Taylor!."

Roger snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Brian's voice echoed through this empty venue that'll soon be filled with loud and excited people that loved their music. They all heard most of the people in Sweden today are loving their works and Freddie—also the other boys don't want their performance a load of bollocks again. They want it to be perfect.

"Sorry—just thinking of somethin'." Roger muttered and gripped his drumsticks again as he steps on the bass—playing the queue.

But Brian suddenly interfere, interrupting the sound check, "It's so weird that you are so suddenly quiet and always thinking things. What's gotten into you lately after that night in the club back in London? What is uh, Cleo's friend—"

"—It's Y/N." Roger corrects him.

"Oh yeah, Y/N, that's her name." Brian said. Roger has his brows furrowed in confusion at the guitarist right now.

"And what about her?." Roger asked him.

Brian stood on the drum risers as he stared at him for a few good seconds—like he's reading his mind through staring in his eyes, "You're in love with her." He smirks.

Deacy lets out a snorted laugh and Freddie was shocked. Had his mouth agape.

"W–what? No! I–I am not in love with her—"

"—okay cut off the teases and let's just finish this sound check. Get off the drum risers Brian." Freddie stopped Brian's tease as Roger glared at the guitarist, who's clearly having fun bugging Roger—a clever liar.

"Yeah, get off the bloody risers and play your part. Come on let's start over." Roger said then played the tune of the music again.

Freddie sang the lyrics.

Brian and John joins in again with their electric and bass guitar.

Roger perfectly played his part—not zoning out anymore.

By the time the soundcheck ended, they all got inside the dressing room. There's still two hours before the show and to spend the time—Freddie sets up the scrabble that he always brought on tour so that he'll play with the others.

Of course, Freddie always wins.

Brian and Roger is always pissed off. John was just amused on their reactions while playing the game and Freddie beating the shit out of them.

"Brian! You promised we will have that rematch." Freddie teases Brian as he sighs, soon sitting down with him—picking his letters.

Instead of Brian's usual frowning face in seeing his letters, he's wearing a smirk—feeling that he might win this one.

Roger didn't joined the game. He found himself his own distraction-the blonde groupie that's been following the band since day 1 of the tour. He found himself a cigarette, now sitting on a chair where the girl is sitting behind his chair with her arms wrapped around his shoulder, her head resting on his neck.

He's just thinking about you earlier and now he have himself wrapped around the arms of this girl.

He really don't know what to do with his love-life anymore after that break-up. Tabloids have already known the break-up where it is shown in every celebrity page of a magazine or newspaper. It's always been Roger and Reese's face on that page, flashing to every reader that they got into separate ways.

He also saw Reese pictures with her new boyfriend. Hand in hand while walking around London.

Roger was still jealous. He still have that heartbreak inside of him.

"Want to have fun before you guys go onstage?." The blonde groupie—not sure if her name was Corinna or Karen but close enough, whispered in the drummer's ear.

Roger didn't said anything, he just stood up from his chair, holding the groupie's hand and led her inside the bathroom—locking it afterwards to prevent disturbance. He cups her face then kissed her hard, also pushing her back until her back was pinned on the tilted wall of the bathroom. He felt her hands reached down his crotch, soon groped his bulge while he's making out with her. Teeth clashing together in that heated kiss.

She soon slowly got down on her knees, facing his crotch as she unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his fly down and finally pulled his jeans down, wrapping her hands around him—giving it a few pumps.

"You like that?." She moans out her words, her hand still doing all the work.

Roger had his eyes closed—but all that is in his mind is you.

And that's where he lost it.

"—I'm sorry...I'm–I'm suddenly not in the mood." Roger mutters as he stops the girl, putting on his jeans again and looking at himself in the mirror. Clearly asking himself why did he just thought of you while this chick will almost give him a blow job.

"W–what? Roger?—" She stammered but he was now out of the door, walking back inside the dressing room where the boys are already getting ready.

Roger showed them a restrained smile, "How's the game?." He asked Brian as he reaches out to John's cigarette box, lighting up the cigarette resting between his lips.

"For the first time in history, I had beaten the shit out of Freddie in scrabble." Brian laughed at the lead singer—Freddie still giving him an annoyed look.

"Not that he won over Freddie tonight, he also beaten Freddie's highscore." John said. Brian was beyond proud of himself.

"What's the high score now?." Roger asked.

"One—fucking—sixty-eight hundred points in just a single word." Brian boasts with that wide smile. Freddie is still annoyed that someone finally beats him in the game.

"What's the word again?." John asks the guitarist.

"Lacquers. With a Q on the triple, all seven letters, triple word." Brian answered the bassist.

"Enough with the bragging, we got a show in 30 minutes. Let's all get ourselves ready and Roger..." Freddie stood up from his chair and start to look for his stage clothes.

"Yeah?." Roger replied.

"...your fly is undone." Freddie smirks at the drummer then left the room.

"Fuck." Roger groaned and zip himself up.

...

DECEMBER 8, 1974 — LONDON, ENGLAND

"Thank you." You thanked the vendor as she handed you the bag full of the clementine that you bought.

Christmas will be three weeks from now. People have been in and out of the markets to buy some Christmas gifts, and some are buying foods for the holiday—just like you. Avoiding the Christmas rush soon.

Your parents cancelled their visit to your place since they have this Christmas and New Year's party with the other neighborhood back home, completely leaving you all alone in the holidays. They will just visit just after the New Year's Day.

No parents in the holidays this year. So your plan this holidays is to eat your favorite dishes and get drunk while dancing to Elton John.

That sounds perfect.

You walk around the marketplace, looking and buying for more foods to cook and a wine to drink for Christmas. Then something catches your eyes, it's the newspaper where you saw the huge Queen plastered on the first page. You approached the booth where the newspapers are and took it, reading the headline that it's Queen selling out more venues around the world.

The new rock royalties dominating the world—yes, you heard them! It's Queen!

The photograph was Freddie singing out in the crowd, Brian on his left playing his guitar, John on his right playing the bass and on the drum risers is Roger who have his arms up while holding the drumsticks.

A small smile appeared on your lips, remembering your small time with the drummer that one late drunken night.

And then your eyes trained over the side of the paper, reading that it's about Roger along with a paparazzi picture of him and a beautiful lady trailing behind him as they leave the band's after party in Hamburg. He's holding her hand—guiding her out of the paparazzis.

Then you just imagined yourself being with him like that wherein cameras are flashing around. Being a couple, hands intertwined and both wearing fur coats.

You sighed and just put the newspaper back on it's shelf and carry on walking around. That night was three weeks ago—but felt like it's just yesterday.

You returned to your place, putting the bags filled with what you'll cook for Christmas on the small dining table in the kitchen. You took the phone and decided to call on Cleo.

"Hello?." Cleo answered on the second ring.

"Can you come over? I need someone to share the wine with." You replied, fingers looping around the phone cord.

"Nobody's stopping me for a free wine. Be there in 5." Cleo chuckles in the other line and hang up.

While waiting for Cleo, you took the wine that you just bought together with two glasses. You also played some music. The soft tune of the song filled the room.

"Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band. Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man..." You sang along while you open the wine and poured it on each glasses.

Just in time for the doorbell to ring.

You open the door to see Cleo before you-inviting her in. She take her jacket off and look around your place. Your tiny flat that you've been living for almost three years now.

"Free wine and Elton John playing," Cleo said and looked back at you, "You're going through something aren't you?."

You sighed, looking back on the newspaper where the picture of Roger and that girl with him then suddenly went all the way back when he driven you home. And your cheek kiss.

"It's nothing, it's just all about the thing I've said to you about Roger that one time." You said, now sitting on the couch with her while drinking the wine.

"I still can't believe you kissed Roger Taylor's cheek. Many girls are trying so damn hard to be on your place." Cleo smirks.

"It's hard to forget him because he promised me that night won't be our last night and soon to meet him again." You replied.

Cleo stopped drinking her wine, "Wait, you didn't told me that part though." She said.

"Oh, I didn't?." You asked. Cleo nods her head to you. "Then now you know. Roger promised he'll see me again and I can't believe I'm holding on to that even though it's been three weeks since that night and there are already pictures of him with a girl."

"Roger Taylor is a rockstar and rockstars meet a lot of women. He can't avoid a little distraction while on the road, especially for those groupies." Cleo said.

And that left you thinking how Roger was doing while on the road together with those groupies.

...

DECEMBER 13, 1974 — PALAU DELS ESPORTS: BARCELONA, SPAIN

Roger arrived late in the venue with a hangover because last night's happenings. When the time they landed in Barcelona, Freddie already planned on throwing a party for the last day of European tour. So, he rented a whole pub for them to invite all the people they know.

The management team. Some lucky fans. Roadies. Groupies.

A lot of alcohol was consumed by everyone in the room. A lot of people also dancing together—skin to skin, a lot of touches and sexual tensions.

They're all making the best out of it. It's the last show of the European tour, then everyone will be on their way home again to celebrate the holidays with friends and families.

Roger spent his time last night with a lot of alcohol and dancing. He soon found himself a girl to spend his night with. That's why he woke up late with a naked girl on the right side of his bed in his hotel room.

And that led him here arriving late in the venue where their last European leg show will happen. He was soon greeted by the others where the roadies are setting up the instruments for the soundcheck. Roger heard Brian playing the intro of Now I'm Here while Freddie is singing the song without the microphone. John was sitting on the stage while playing the bass.

"Thank god he's here." Freddie exhales as he smirks at him, "Rough night?."

Roger took his sunglasses off as he looked at Freddie, "Well it is your fault you threw that party in that club." He said, blaming him.

"You're welcome." Freddie said in sarcasm before turning his heel away from him and towards the stage again.

Roger chuckled and made his way towards the drum risers, playing his part even though he have this massive headache. Brian was also hangover and heard the wrong chords throughout the song.

And the song suddenly have that slow tempo unlike the original tempo of it.

Well, throwing that party would be one hell of a problem today.

Roger was getting pissed—hence the headache.

Freddie also heard the flaw.

"Brian! You're slowing down, we can't slow down!." Roger already argues. Completely stopping playing the drums.

Freddie and John looked at each other, but Freddie tried to break the tight tension.

"Alright, break off—let's have take two." Freddie laughs, trying to lift up the mood.

"I'm trying to slow it a little down—" Brian said, now facing the drummer.

"Well, it doesn't need slowing down. It's—god—it's creeping at the moment!." Roger disagrees.

"Alright, try—" Freddie was cut off, again.

"—God, it was so slow! And it's getting even slower. You always try to play this like I've never—"

"Come on, take two!." Freddie shouts, trying to silenced the hot-headed drummer.

Roger closed his eyes as he massaged his temples, trying to regain his composure, "Alright then, I'll follow you!." Roger said then look away from Brian.

Brian soon mocks him by making crying noises, but Roger didn't hear that.

"Done?," Freddie stare at the both of them as he finally received their silence, "Alright then, let's have take two."

...

"Oi! They're cheating!." Harold shouts as he pointed at Sheila's team while they are arranging the plastic cups pyramid on the table. He saw one of their teams still arranged the cups even though they already passed on to the other station. Completely breaking the rule of following the timer of arranging the pyramid.

It's the Six Stations—a popular team building game in this accounting firm.

A Christmas party is happening right now and you're just standing by the wall, watching them have fun and constantly cheat on the games. They don't care either. As long as they are having fun.

All what matters is that Fauna—your boss offers delicious champagne every Christmas party.

You saw Sheila laughing off her ass as she teases off Harold in being a killjoy about telling that they cheated. Like you just said, they don't care if anyone cheated. They're just here to have fun and receive gifts.

You also have a gift for the annual Kris Kringle gift exchange. You had picked Lorraine on the bowl last week and you just bought her a scarf since it's only suitable for your budget. But the scarf is one of the beautiful scarf you've seen in the market—Lorraine is lucky.

You saw Sheila approaching you while still recovering from her huge laughs in playing the game, "God, Harold is such a dick." She laughs off.

"Why do you always have to cheat? That's why no one really even likes you in this department." You replied to her as you finished off your champagne.

"Yep, no one likes me," She sighs but soon smirked at you, "But not you Y/N." She chuckles.

"Oh fuck off Sheila." You laugh, rolling your eyes at her.

"I've been one of your oldest friends since college. We took the same course, had the same classes since the end of college and even worked on the same accounting firm." Sheila smirks as you finally gave up, showing her a smile on your face.

Sheila Priest. One of your truest friend, but sometimes a pain in the ass.

"Wipe that smirk off your face now and let's join the others. I heard they are already doing the Kris Kringle." You said as you put your arm around her shoulder while walking towards the large conference room of the firm.

Everyone is there, having fun and dancing around. Then you always have to find him talking to someone in the crowd.

Damien Scott.

He's also one of your college friends—but only met him in your last year and you didn't know he will also work here to be an accountant too. He mentioned to you before that he didn't want to be an accountant even though he'll be graduating the accountancy course. All that he wants to become is a music producer. He wants to be behind the procedure of great music from great artists.

You really didn't expect he would turn his dream down to something like this. Just his plain old decision.

You both soon looked at each other as he shoots you a smile. You never talked to him that much, only some simple conversations will rise while taking a break or having coffee. Nothing much had happened.

"Alright people, gather around is we will finally start the Kris Kringle! I hope no one ever bought someone a risqué gift here." Fauna teases. You all laugh around, pointing at any suspects who would probably buy some sex toys.

"That's clearly one of my planned gifts though," Sheila laughs beside you, "And I picked Gerald." She snorts.

"What are you going to give him? A dildo for sure? That one that vibrates." You elbowed Sheila as she's trying to stop her laughs.

"Oh god, I regret getting him a shirt. That dildo would be the best thing ever." Sheila said as she catches her breath. "Well, who's yours?."

"Lorraine." You replied.

"Ugh, she's been a huge problem in getting gifts since she can afford anything." Sheila commented, now looking over Lorraine who's talking to Damien.

No she's not just talking, she's fucking flirting.

"She can afford anything, she can get anything." You said while your eyes are glued to the both of them.

Sheila noticed your stare, then a smirk appeared on her lips.

"Don't tell me you still have a crush on Damien?—"

"—I don't." You quickly replied and just silently sit there.

The Kris Kringle finally starts. Fauna will pick on the gifts that's on the table in front. Those gifts were labelled to the person who will receive it but the Secret Santa won't reveal itself until the receiver will open the gift and look for the person's name inside. Fauna picked the first gift and read who's the receiver.

"Come in front now Hilda!." Fauna said, watching Hilda stood up from her seat with a huge smile on her face.

Hilda receives her gift, opening it in front to see who's her Secret Santa. Then she squeals in happiness, "Jimmy!." She claps her hand, pointing at him and thanking him.

The gift giving goes on, Damien received his gift from Amanda and Sheila already received a gift and it's surprisingly from Lorraine. She got her a designer bag which sent Sheila to cloud nine and kept asking her if Lorraine's serious about the gift. Of course, she's serious. Your self-esteem and confidence lowered for your gift to her—hoping she would like it.

"Let me have Lorraine here in front!." Fauna again announced a name and that probably froze you in your seat.

You watch her made her way towards Fauna in front and gave her the gift, that turquoise colored gift bag that you used came from Eleanor that she also used for your gift in Christmas last year, Lorraine already have it in her hands and excitedly opened it.

"God I hope she likes it." You whispered to yourself.

"I love it!," Lorraine reacts as she pulls out the scarf you've bought, then came on your name inside. "Y/N, Y/N's my secret Santa." She smiles.

She walked up to you with the scarf already around her neck that completely suits her outfit, "This scarf is the same scarf that my dad gave to me before he passed away when I was a little girl. My mom, which is a monster, threw away that–that priceless scarf. And then now you're here, giving me this scarf again gives me life Y/N. So, thank you so much." Lorraine tears up as she tries to wipe away the tears so that it won't ruin her makeup.

Your heart flutters when you heard her story as you suddenly pull her in a warm hug, "You're welcome Lorraine." You smiled while rubbing her back for comfort.

"Fuck, I bloody cried." Sheila said and look over her wiping off those small tears of her's too. You let out a quiet chuckle and Lorraine finally pulls away from your embrace.

The moment was interrupted when you suddenly heard your name from Fauna. All eyes are on you when you are walking up front to receive your gift. A smile crept up your face while looking at the gift and finally open it up, revealing a book inside.

You pull it out and it's the book that you've been reading back in college—since you always go to the library after finishing a class.

Gustave Falubert. Madame Bovary.

You look for the name inside the bag but it's not there, but when you turn over the page of the book—there it reveals a small letter inside.

You remember it was a line from the book itself.

It was the fault of destiny!

You look at the bottom to see your secret Santa.

Damien.

"Damien," You muttered as you find him in his seat to see him already looking at you, "Damien's my secret Santa." You smiled.

You also smiled at Fauna before walking back to your seat with Sheila, Lorraine already got back to her own seat beside Damien. The brooding brunette man still has his eyes on you—deciding if he would talk to you or not.

"Madame Bovary. I remember that book you always read back in college when we visit the library. I think you already read that book a million times now—"

"Well, it's only been 7 times that I read this book over and over." You corrected her. Sheila shrugs.

"Still feels like a million times to me. I can't even stand reading Romeo and Juliet before and I didn't even finished it!." Sheila said as you laughed at her, reminiscing the time when she gave up reading Romeo and Juliet because of the deep English words that's out of her vocabulary.

You and Sheila goes on talking about your college life until the Kris Kringle is done. Everyone's got their own gifts and finally wrapped up the party since it's already 9PM. You can always catch Damien's look on you while you're arranging and cleaning the conference room. So you decided to make the first move.

You walk up to him and saw you coming towards him too, "Damien, hey uh...I'm just here to thank you for the gift you've got me. Madame Bovary is...close to my heart. I'm glad that um...I finally own a copy of it." You showed him a smile, feeling like it's an awkward one.

"You're welcome Y/N. You know the thing is, I know that book is very important to you." His deep Irish accent again fills your ears and what he said caught you off guard.

"W–what? Does it mean..." You try to remember your first year in college, where you still didn't even know him, "...are you the student librarian before?."

Damien broke off a smile, "Yes, yes I am. I remember that book is always the one I have to write down in your library card." He chuckles.

"God, I'm sorry. It must've been a tough time for you always writing down Madame Bovary in my card," You laughed as he laugh along too, "So uh, again, thank you Damien. It really mean so much to me."

"Anything for you Y/N."

The conversation ended there.

Your heels turn away from him again, walking away as you approach Sheila who's waiting for you in the main entrance of the building.

"Aren't you be heading home?." You asked her.

"Sleepover at yours? It's been a year since I slept in your flat again." Sheila asked with that pleading eyes again.

"Fine. You can stay at mine's." You said and Sheila throw her arms around you while walking down the block—already excited and planning on hanging out in your place until midnight.

...

Doorbell.

The doorbell was ringing—it's already 10AM.

You and Sheila are still enjoying your sleep. Her legs are resting on top of your hips as you kick her legs out from you.

"Sheilaaaaa, can you get the door for me please?." You slurred in your sleep, saying that with your eyes closed.

Sheila groans but you still slap her arm to wake her up.

"Sheila." You groaned and turn to your other side, pulling the covers off her.

Sheila opens her eyes and glared at you before leaving the bed, still sleepy and tired. She pushed the stray hairs away from her face as she reach out for the knob, opening the front door.

Your friend was shocked to what she's just looking at.

"Y/N!." Sheila shouted from the front door.

You heard it as you slowly open your eyes, but never leave the bed. Maybe the whole neighborhood also heard Sheila's scream.

"Y/N! Roger fucking Taylor is outside your door!." Sheila screams again.

And that made you jolt up from your bed.

"What?!."

___________________________ FINALLY I FINISHED THIS PART! It's been days since I've been working this part though—it's kinda tough.

Anyways, DAISY RIDLEY as Sheila Priest

And NIALL HORAN as Damien Scott (ok guys i had to. I HAD TO!)

Then this is Reese's outfit in the club:

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Anon request: Going on a 2 days 1 night trip with Inseong please pleaseee pleaasee

Inseong x reader

Genre: fluff/ suggestive

Words: 1,6K

Summary: Non idol Inseong is the kind neighbor who comes up with giving you a ride to your hometown, even though it is pretty distant.

Warnings: mentions of sex.

Sorry for any spelling or grammatical mistake you find.

You and Inseong lived at the same building but you didn’t talk to him even though the guy looked pretty friendly with everyone.

Actually he lived there for at least one year now and you know he were Korean. Anyway, he had more friends visiting him than you have despite you lived there for a longtime.

It was three days before Christmas. You planned to take a bus for a six hours trip to your family town but when you tried to buy the ticket they didn’t have any. You felt dumb.

You were already visible angry but when you dropped your cell phone on the stairs you lost it and voiced some curses right in Inseong’s presence. The screen was now damaged.

“Oh I hope it’s still working.” He said trying to calm you down.

“Damn. This one was expensive.”

“Look mine” He interrupted you by taking his own cell phone from his pocket. “It’s worse. I’m so unlucky. My cell phones never last.”

You continued to go upstairs and you couldn’t help to say:

“For me it’s not bad luck. I’d call it clumsiness.”

“You’re right” He accepted as you arrived in front of your apartment.

“Sorry, I didn’t meant it. I’m just having a bad day.”

He felt sorry for you and asked if you didn’t like the holidays season. What made you start crying because of the way you felt about yourself plus the loneliness feeling and also because your cell phone was now broken.

The cute guy in front of you got pretty nervous and went after you as you open your door, he sat next to you on your sofa and tried to help you feel better. After some minutes you both notice how peculiar the situation was. You were practically strangers.

He apologized for entering your apartment but that fact didn’t bother you at all. He started to talk a lot then, explaining all the stupid things he constantly does, so you having a broken cell phone didn’t look a big deal anymore.

Initially you were trying to smile but once you concentrated in his kind expression you started to smile genuinely.

He was so talkative!

“Wait were you going to take a bus to your hometown? So… hm… maybe I could carry you there by car. You only have to pay for my car fuel and…”

He explained that it wouldn’t be a problem at all. He would make a trip while helping a friend. He was calling you friend! It sounded very weird for you. Actually the guy himself was weird but you let it pass since he was cute and kind. He somehow convinced you and you planned the entire thing.

You would leave the town by the next day after lunch, being able to arrive your hometown in the evening. You said he could stay for the night and go back home by the morning without problems.

He arrived at your apartment wearing a cap the next day. It gave him a charming look.

When you were about to say he looked fine, he praised the way you tied your hair. It made you blush and forget all your words.

His car was a red Jeep and smelled very good inside. Somehow the car suited him a lot and you felt pretty comfortable.

“Don’t worry Y/N, I checked my car last week and everything is fine. I may be clumsy but I pay a lot attention when I’m driving.”

“I apologize for calling you clumsy. You have a beautiful heart.”

Your comment made him a bit flustered and he hid it buy fixing his mirror.

You spent the first hours making the route inside the town. There were still a lot of cars around and you preferred to stay in silence in order to not disturb Inseong. His playlist running while you looked the way he acted instead. He was a very good driver, stopping by the yellow light and not rushing the pedestrians when the traffic light got green. His hands looked really soft holding the steering wheel or the gear shift. You would be biting your nail if weren’t wearing gloves, the guy were definitely good-looking and it started to get accentuated by the way he weren’t trying to impress you.

You were finally on a road out of the town and he started a conversation.

You went along pretty well and he answered all your questions about Korea and seemed really interested about your town too. You talked about childhood and teenage years. Somehow you started to talk about first experiences.

“The first time I drove a car I was so tense that I woke up with my entire body hurting the next day” he told you.

You ended up talking about your first kiss.

It was starting to snow, you didn’t pay attention until it got really bad. You were already in the car for four hours. He decided to stop when you both find a motel.

“We can go back to the road when it stops.” He suggested you as he parked the car.

“Even if it stop I guess it will still be risky.” You say getting nervous. “Maybe getting back is a better option.”

“We’re going to see.” He unbuckled his seat belt and placed a hand on your shoulder. You both get out of the car and ran to the covered space to see how the snowstorm goes. As you expect, it doesn’t stops and you rented a room.

There were two beds in the room, you chose the one next to the window and kept looking outside.

“I think doing this makes you more anxious” Inseong voiced behind you.

You explained you felt pretty upset that he was doing you that favor and now both of you were stuck in the middle of the route.

“Don’t be. Listen, I still have to tell you about my first kiss.”

He was so good to distract you. How not to regret not being friends with him before? Also he had that sweet face that you wanted to stare every time he started to blabbling.

“I was 12 and I have a crush on my classmate, but she was super shy. That’s why it was hard to approach her. I had to be friends with her first. It was such an awesome plan because she was a nice girl and the more I got to know her the more I liked her.”

No doubts it was a very cute episode but the way he looked at you were not completely innocent. His gaze talked more than his words. The way he took off his scarf made you feel some type of way. He talked about her hair, her clothes and suddenly added in the end “I loved to talk to her exactly the way I’ve been enjoying talking to you today.”

You giggled and confessed he was a good company then looked away from him.

He called you and sat by your side keeping a safe distance. You eliminated it by yourself. Your knees touched his and he teased you by pushing yours but finding difficult to maintain his eyes on you.

You called him this time and said you wished you were friends before.

He shut you up with a kiss.

You weren’t completely surprised by his hungriness for your mouth.

He took his time to put his hands on your body but when he did you wanted it to never end.

You had the impression he was kind of holding himself to not look too eager.

You passed the afternoon cuddling and he eventually spooned you, his hot breath on your neck.

There was no more snow about 7 P.M but you both decided to stay and continue the trip on the next day with more safety.

You took that opportunity to “know each other better”. Hehe

Let’s say you did it naked.

For a first time you got along pretty well in bed. Thanks to him asking you what you liked and workshipping you on the places you reacted positively to his touches.

You had sex under warm blankets.

He lying over you and you could feel the weight of his body.

You woke up before him in the morning and kept still to not bother his rest. The weather was a lot better and he would need energy to drive you towards your parents house.

He woke up already with a soft smile.

You took a simple breakfast laughing and giggling about everything and went back to the car. You estimated more 2 hour on the road.

His cap were now on your head and you both sang songs along.

When you were almost arriving your childhood neighborhood he told how much he was happy to make you happy.

You knew he didn’t have reasons to stay the night because it was still morning but he could still have lunch with your family.

He accepted it gladly.

Your parents felt amazed by him and fed him with the best they had.

He eventually tells them that his entire family still lived in Korea and it got your mother wondering...

When you and him were talking for the last time in the balcony, he took your hand and kissed it. You rubbed his cheek in response. His nose was redish because of the cold wind and he looked sad but uncomplaining.

When he took his backpack from the floor, your mother opened the door making you both turn to her.

“What about we having a guest to this Christmas, Y/N?”

You didn’t understand why she was asking you that now. “Hm honestly? Whatever mom.”

“Ok. So it is up to me to decide, right?” She turned to Inseong and asked him “Would you like to stay for Christmas as my guest?”

“Your guest? It would be an honor.” He said and took a glance at you. “But I’m not sure.”

You took your mother’s hand and voiced “I’d also be happy if you stay.”

#sf9 #sf9 inseong #sf9 fluff #sf9 scenario #sf9 oneshot #sf9 au #my writings #sf9 scenarios

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peachyteabuck · 5 years

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explosion uncontained

summary: Bad news is Bucky fucked up big time and now you’re seriously injured. Good news is Natasha knows the perfect way to apologize.

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff x Reader

words: 3,349

trigger warnings: Sub Bucky, dom Natasha, orgasm denial, mommy kink, canon-level violence, cock rings.

notes/other: This was done for @lesbian-deadpool ‘s pride parade challenge. My prompt was “Please don’t threaten me with a knife. I’ll get horny” and has been bolded within the fic!!

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Bucky Barnes has fucked up. Bucky Barnes has not only fucked up, but he has also been the root cause of a sizable gash in your right shoulder and an entire patch of skin being burned off that starts at your left calf and curls around you until it reaches your belly button.

He knows this. He knew this before the bomb blew up, and he certainly knows this now, as Natasha paces around their shared room and chews off chunks of skin from her bottom lip.

“You fucking dumbass!” She yells. “You knew you were defying orders, but no! Of course, you had to be the fucking hero.” She pauses to sigh before going back to her incessant movements. “And now you’ve injured the best fucking hacker we have. Do you know how much political capital I had to burn to get her out there with us?”

Natasha’s teeth are barred, eyes firey and skin red from lack of oxygen. Bucky’s never seen her this pissed, and he’s terrified. And a little hard. But mostly terrified.

“I’m so sorry,” He tries to reconcile. “I didn’t-”

It doesn’t work, and before he can finish his thought Natasha’s got the sharpened dagger she keeps strapped to her thigh and points at the center of his chest with her free hand pressed into the back of his head.

Bucky smirks despite how much he knows he’s about to get his ass beat. “Please don’t threaten me with a knife. I’ll get horny.”

Despite herself, Natasha openly laughs. “As if you’re not hard already.”

There’s a beat of silence before she goes back to scowling at the love of your life. Bucky gulps as he notices her face changing from amused to enraged.

“You’re a fucking dumbass if you think I’m dumb ass enough to believe that bullshit,” she sighs with the knife pointed to Bucky’s chest. She doesn’t know whether she’s exhausted herself after, what, more than five hours of screaming post-five day non-stop mission? or just needs a break. “I’m going to check up on her.” Bucky stands, but sits back down once he sees Natasha’s glare. “You stay here, and don’t move a fucking muscle.”

Natasha finds you easily in the large hospital wing- you’re the only patient without a single attendant. Her heart almost stops, thinking that between when they had arrived and that very moment your heart had stopped beating and your skin had gone cold. As she gets closer, though, she sees you’re awake and doing something on your laptop. She watches you for a second as you silently and furiously pluck strings of code together, trying to figure out exactly what you’re typing and how your eyes move back and forth so fast.

A crash from a room far away breaks the spell. You both look over to see what’s wrong (turns out, nothing), and you spot her as she goes closer to the curtain. Still, you don’t speak until she’s seated next to you and taking a bite out of your uneaten grilled cheese.

“So, what brings you down to these parts of town?”

She shrugs, ignoring your bad joke in favor of another bite. “Just wanted to check up on you.”

You laugh a little, just a sharp exhale through your nostril. Still, you wince in pain. Natasha notices but doesn’t comment. “Ya know, exactly as well as one can hope after having a bomb explode in your face.”

She takes a look at your vital signs, all good, before answering. “Yeah, I mean…” a pause. The quiet air seems heavy as she rubs her eyebrows. “I still don’t know how to apologize. Barnes made the wrong call, and he was totally in the wrong, but-”

“Then why isn’t he apologizing to me?”

Natasha hasn’t spent much time with you, and has a hard time knowing when you’re joking or not. Your sense of humor is even drier than hers, but she can sense a hint of mischief behind your eyes as you stare her down.

“I made him stay in our room.”

“Like a child? Is he in time out or something?”

“If he’s gonna act like one, I’m gonna treat him like one.”

“Except when it comes to holding him accountable for his actions…”

She laughs outwardly now. “Oh, trust me. He’s going to apologize.”

You close your laptop and push the tray attached to the uncomfortable hospital bed. Carefully you fold your body and lean to the side. At a few points the burn rubs into the sheets the wrong way or “And how is he going to do that?”

Natasha’s caught on now. She relaxes into the plastic chair, failing to hide her displeasure at the high-pitched noise it makes as she places both feet on top of the blanket obviously taken from your own apartment. It’s thick with fringe, a desert scene woven onto it. The mix of warm colors seems to reflect your wit, sparks running across your skin with every sarcastic comeback and cheap dig. It stands out against the drab, gray-blue of the room, almost as bold as you.

“I don’t know, we’ll figure something out,” she smirks. “Trust me, I can handle him.”

“Can,” you ask, firmly meeting her piercing gaze with your own. “Or will?”

Natasha smiles wider than Tennessee. “Will.”

You’re discharged about a month later, the burn being more serious than initially guessed and the lung damage causing you to wake up in the middle of the night not being able to breathe multiple times. You still have trouble going up stairs and standing up for long periods of time, and the burns still hurts like hell, and the gash in your shoulder won’t allow you to carry a backpack or sit up without pain, but at least you were cleared to be out on your own again. It’s nice, to say the least. Being in a place without privacy isn’t something you particularly like, and being at the whim of nurses and doctors doesn’t please you all that much either.

Still, it’s almost nice to see someone right as you’re about to leave with your heavy duffel bag and your equally heavy backpack. It’s less nice when you realize it’s the reason you were in the hospital in the first place.

Before you can tell him to fuck off, though, he immediately starts spewing any apology can think of.

“I understand what I did was wrong and I’m so so so so sorry and I haven’t stopped thinking about how I literally put you out of work for a month and yes Tony did yell at me about his best hacker not being able to work and I’m still so sorry and Natasha yelled at me in four different languages and I’m pretty sure one of them was Latin and please I just want to help you bring up your stuff because it’s the least I can do and-” he pauses to inhale, lungs starved of oxygen - similar to you being starved of the sweet, sweet silence of being alone. You feel it’s easier to just let him help you, let him take up your heavy crap and then tell him to fuck off until you have to explain something tech-y to him in a meeting.

You shrug, dropping your duffel bag on the ground and handing him the backpack. He carefully grabs both of them and silently follows you into the elevator, leaning against the back wall as you push the button corresponding to your floor and lean against the wall. The jagged wound doesn’t feel as bad as when you got it, but you still let out a small groan when it hits the cold material.

Bucky, desperate to relieve you of all the pain you’ve ever felt and will ever feel, tries to start a conversation. “So, the high thirties. That’s what, the section for the computer nerds?”

You almost make a joke about being able to turn on a laptop not making you a computer nerd, but you laughing too much would hurt and might cause you to have a coughing fit, which Bucky would have to save you from and then you’d be in debt to him.

“Yeah, computer science-related stuff,” you sigh, wincing a little. “Heads of computer science-stuff actually. Statistics, data-analysis, computer science.”

The rest of the ride to your apartment is quiet, almost painfully so. Each time you try to start a conversation Bucky seems to avoid answering with more than a few words, his eyes never meeting your own.

Still, he follows dutifully into your bedroom where you fall short of instructing him to place your things across from your messy bed – your vocal cords unable to move as you spy the most beautiful woman you’ve ever met in front of you.

You don’t know what to say when you see Natasha leaning on your desk, staring at your knick-knacks and loose papers. For some reason you almost offer her a cup of tea.

“Now, James here,” she gestures to the man behind you, who has since placed your bag gingerly on your bed and is now standing awkwardly in the middle of your bedroom. “Has to find some way to make up for his horrendous mistake back during the mission.”

You gulp and fidget with your hands as you speak. “It’s fine, really, I’m o-“

Natasha removes one hand from her dress pants and holds it up to stop you. “No, it is not okay. I don’t like to leave the mistakes I’m responsible for,” she glares at Bucky, who you do not see but still know is cowering like a puppy whose peed on the carpet. “Left uncleaned. I request that you meet Bucky and I in our apartment tonight after my meeting with the Secretary of State. Say, about eight?”

You nod, mouth too dry to form speech.

Natasha smiles, walking behind you and wrapping a possessive arm around Bucky’s middle. “Perfect, see you then.”

And not with a shout, but with a whisper, they are both gone.

At 7:58:36 you find yourself dressed in the easiest thing to slip on without too much pain – a large t-shirt and some athletic shorts you’ve had since you played volleyball in college – standing in front of the door to Natasha and Bucky’s shared apartment.

Right before you can knock your phone buzzes with a text, one from Natasha that tells you the door is unlocked and that she and Bucky are just in the bedroom.

With that, you take a deep breath, and step inside.

Bucky’s kneeling with his upper half hunched forward and his hands tied behind his back. The only thing keeping him in such an uncomfortable position being Natasha’s heel pressed into the small of his spine.

“Now,” she begins to tell them. You’re sitting on the edge of their large bed, hands already twisting in the sheets. Maybe it’s nervousness, maybe it’s anticipation, maybe it’s fear. Something flutters in your chest at the curve of Natasha’s lips around her words, of her bare face vulnerable and her messy bun falling with every movements of her jaw. “Bucky here needs to apologize,” she looks down at him with a playful smile. “Don’t you baby.”

“Yes, Mommy,” he says immediately.

Natasha pushes down harder onto him, a painful position as his body as nearly folded in half by the woman he loves the most. “Now,” she moves her foot so that it’s pushing on his ass. “Go tell our friend here that you’re sorry.”

She undoes the binds on Bucky’s hands with the heel of her red-bottoms, the cherry-red ropes falling to the ground in total silence.

You suck in a breath as Bucky shifts to begin crawling the what feels like mile-long clearance between where you’ve sat down on the edge of the king-sized bed and the throne-like seat where Natasha has chosen to seat herself. His head is hung and he avoids eye contact, staring at the floor instead. It’s than that you notice he’s wearing a collar – a thick, matte leather one, BABY embroidered in thick, grey lettering just above an o-ring.

For the moments between when Bucky stops in front of you and when he spreads your bruised knees, some part of your brain tries to convince the rest of it that you have no idea what is going on. You have no idea what to think, what to do. That the pair of them have all of this messed up, that they misread any body language you’d contorted yourself into. It pleads like a petulant child for you to call the whole thing off, to tender your resignation and run off to some Eastern European country where no one would bother trying to find you.

But every temper tantrum has its end, and this particular one seems to be when Bucky’s lips kiss at the bottom hem of your shorts. The room falls into silence as Natasha watches him with eyes wide with lust and your neurotransmitters catch up to your hands running through his thick hair.

“Go ahead, baby,” Natasha says – still in her position on her large chair. “Start your apology.”

Bucky spreads your legs that with a touch that contrasts the rough callouses of his right hand and the tough vibranium of his left. He pushes your panties to the side and sinks a single, metal finger into your tight pussy.

You moan and fall back onto the thick bedding as Bucky wraps his plush lips around your clit.

He’s good at this, much better than you’ve ever had before, and it surprises you. Each nerve in your body feels like a livewire as he slips one finger, and then one more, into your dripping pussy. As he finds that special spot in you your eyes shoot open (when did you close them?) and see Natasha, still sitting across from you, with one hand holding her dress up and the other lazily circling her clit.

You collapse onto the bed with your third orgasm of the night, barely able to catch your breath before Natasha’s instructing Bucky to get up on the bed with you. For a moment you have no idea what you’re supposed to do, not understanding until Bucky’s flat on his back and Natasha’s gingerly running her fingers up and down his length. It’s then that the glint of metal around the base of his cock catches your eye, shining in the low lights of the bedroom. Wow, Natasha really is into this punishment stuff, isn’t she.

“I’m going to have you ride this little slut, now. Are you okay with that?”

Natasha asks this as if it isn’t what you’ve wanted since you were hired at Stark Industries, as if somehow she doesn’t know exactly what you want.

You sink onto Bucky’s cock, moaning as his thickness fills you in a way you’ve never felt before. Deep guttural moans you think may have come from you fill the room as you chase your own pleasure, slamming up and down on the fattest dick you’ve ever taken.

Bucky whimpers as you ride him, face beet-red with eyes scrunched and jaw slack. Each breath comes out in pants, and bits of his dark brown hair stick to his sweaty forehead. Frankly he looks adorable, hands flexing as he aches to touch you.

As you chase your own release Bucky’s fingers ghost over where your legs bend for purchase on the large bed, but soon are slapped away with a tsk from Natasha.

“If you want to touch, slut,” she hisses as she pinches at Bucky’s sensitive nipples. He cries out in pain, curling towards her as the sharp pain spreads through his body. “You need to ask.”

Bucky seems too far gone for that now, though, any noises slipping past his lips far from meeting the standard of spoken language. Still, Natasha seems to take pity on him, and gives him permission to grab at your hips and cup your breasts.

Since you’ve been hired by Stark you’ve spent a substantial part of your down time thinking about Bucky’s metal arm. At first it was purely scientific, wondering how heavy it was and how the internal mechanism operated. After you saw Bucky shirtless for the first time, though, your thoughts went a tad towards the gutter. You wondered if the plates would cut at your skin and more…tender…places, if it made noises when Bucky was working it especially hard.

In particular, you dedicated a considerable part of your brain to pondering whether the arm overheated, or if it had some way to keep itself from burning the flesh of whomever is blessed enough to be on the receiving end of its touch.

Now you know the metal remains whatever temperature Bucky wishes for it to be – or whatever Natasha tells him to change it to. The setting for the night seems to be a few degrees below room temperature, not so freezing as to hurt you but cold enough to leave a trail of goosebumps wherever the metal appendage makes contact with your skin.

With your entire body on fire, Bucky moves to rub at your neglected clit with a cool thumb, such an expected sensation forcing an unexpected but not unwelcome incredibly powerful climax. The man under you moans nearly as loud as you, but his sound much more desperate.

You nearly fall over as you finish for…you don’t even know the number. Climbing off of Bucky seems to be the hardest feat of the night, with your injuries and sore limbs and aching core.

As soon as your back hits the bed and you’ve officially tapped out, Bucky moves closer to Natasha - kissing at her inner thighs before slipping three of his vibranium fingers into her own wet heat. She mms happily, dopey grin spreading across her face as she fucks herself on her boyfriend’s hand.

“So good for Mommy,” she coos. “So, so good for me.”

She cums easily once, then twice, each time a low, steady heat flows through your veins. Though neither one of them touches you, somehow you feel yourself on the brink of another sweet release.

It’s not until you look to Bucky that you feel anything other than complete euphoria. Bucky’s cock is hard as a diamond, and redder than his ass. It looks…painful, and twangs of pity tug at your rapidly beating heart.

“Oh,” Natasha rolls her eyes. “Don’t worry about him dear. This is exactly what he deserves.”

With that she leads Bucky to the floor by the collar you’d forgotten he’d had on, placing on a small throw that had fallen from the bed. She crawls down on the floor with him, balancing on her knees with her back straightened while Bucky hunches over. She may be taller than her standing up, but there’s no way he’d allow himself to be above her here, now, in this place, in private.

“Take it like a big boy, baby,” Natasha tells him, leaving small kisses on the sides of his mouth and along his eyebrows. “Make Mommy proud, show me how much pain you’re willing to take for me.”

He mumbles something low to her, something you assume is Russian by the accented whispers. When she releases him, he sinks to the ground, body curling up into itself as he shuts his eyes.

Bucky falls asleep on the ground, rock hard and aching with the cock ring on his dick and the collar around his neck. The lights turn off with a snap of Natasha’s perfectly painted nails like you’re in some perfectly-paced action movie, the darkness enveloping you as suddenly as you realize Bucky still hasn’t come that night.

Natasha seems to read your mind, tsking as she pulls you closer. “Don’t worry about him, libchen. This is his punishment, and he will go through with it.”

You nod silently, noting Bucky’s already fallen asleep with his face pressed against the soft carpet. With that, you allow the fatigue from your injury and the night’s activities to lull you into sleep.

#ppchallenge #prideparadechallenge #bucky barnes x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #buckynat x reader #bucky barnes x natasha romanoff x reader #marvel imagine #marvel smut #lukis writes stuff #cool fact this is BARELY edited #it's a good day to be an editor who doesn't FUCKING edit

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qobiin · 5 years

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learning to indulge

pairing: platonic iideku (iida & midoriya), pre-iideku (iida x midoriya)

genre: fluff, light angst | abo au, canon-compliant

word count: 1620

summary: His heart does a funky little flip-flop when Midoriya’s head pops out from under the blankets, smiling up at him as sunshine personified.

day five of @bnhaomegaverseweek (hoping my love will keep you up tonight)

Tenya narrowly misses stumbling over the pile of blankets in the middle of the common room of the dorms when he comes downstairs for their studying hour.

Mostly everyone else is present, even Bakugou has pressed himself into the very corner of the couch with a textbook spread across his lap and a notebook on the arm of the couch. Tenya nods his head approvingly at the others already diligently beginning their homework or helping each other with any problems they are having with it.

He looks down towards the pile of blankets as he steps over it, frowning as he recognizes the tuft of dark, unruly hair peeking out from one of the corners.

He recognizes an omega’s nest in front of him, but seeing as Midoriya is the only omega in their class who does not wear scent blockers and indulges his urges, Tenya shouldn’t be as surprised as he feels. His heart does a funky little flip-flop when Midoriya’s head pops out from under the blankets, smiling up at him as sunshine personified.

It almost distracts Tenya from the irritation he can feel thinking of the clean laundry he and Yaoyaorozu just washed the other day.

“Midoriya, please tell me those are not the sheets I washed two days,” Tenya says instead of smiling back at the omega.

Midoriya blinks up at him owlishly, turning over so the blanket rolls with him. “I can wash them again when I’m done, Iida. I just felt the need to make a nest.”

Tenya exhales, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Please use your own sheets and make a nest in the privacy of your own room, Midoriya. It isn’t polite to inconvenience others with your random urges when sharing a communal space.”

He turns away then and faces the rest of the class who are staring at him in shock. Tenya doesn’t understand their reactions in the least until Midoriya’s scent rises to greet him.

He smells sad and hurt. It makes the alpha in him whine pitifully as the omega he is interested in rises and gathers up the blankets slowly before disappearing up the stairs, smelling dejected and looking smaller than he ever has before. He can catch the faint scent of saltwater too but he is ultimately puzzled about how this happened.

Tenya blinks at the omega’s retreating form, not able to comprehend what just happened until Bakugou slams his textbook shut with a growl.

“Fuck you, Glasses,” Bakugou barks.

Tenya is more than used to the aggressive nature of Bakugou’s taunts and body language, so he has experience in not puffing himself up and playing into the show of dominance that Bakugou wants. He is still caught off guard by his words though, not understanding why the room has gone silent or why everyone except for him and Bakugou smells nervous.

“Pardon?” Tenya tries, one brow raised in question.

Bakugou storms up to him, textbook and notebook in hand. “Fuck you, Glasses. What fucking right do you have to make Deku feel shitty for being an omega? Aren’t you his stupid friend?”

Tenya feels his brow crumple in deep confusion. “I don’t understand what you mean, Bakugou-kun. All I said was-”

“All you said was that stupid Deku was ‘inconveniencing’ the rest of us by making a fucking nest away from where we could easily trip over him or be distracted by his shitty mumbling! Deku didn’t do shit wrong, so why the fuck did you rag on him like that?” Bakugou growls, his fiery-red eyes roaring with a fire that Tenya is more than sure he would never like to have directed at him ever again.

Tenya sputters, trying to think of something to say before Bakugou speaks up again. “Do you hate omegas? Be honest, you fuckward.”

“Of c-course, I don’t! Bakugou-kun you should really watch your language or-” Tenya replies.

“Shut the fuck up! I’ll say whatever the fuck I want to say and you better fucking apologize to Deku or I’m gonna kick your ass for being ignorant,” Bakugou effectively cuts him off again, glaring him down until Tenya takes a few steps back.

Bakugou huffs and storms up the stairs after Midoriya, leaving Tenya and the rest of class 1-A speechless.

The next day during class, Midoriya is not himself.

He laughs and stutters his way through conversations, his mumbling barely heard the entire day. At lunch, Bakugou grabs Midoriya by the arm and drags him to another table where he unpacks bento boxes for them both, glaring at the omega until he eats. Tenya watches this happen as dread builds up in his stomach, making him lose his appetite and only pick at his food as he listens to Bakugou grumble at Midoriya about “shitty alphas” and “stuck-up Glasses and his big mouth pissing him off”.

Midoriya is in better spirits after lunch, but he doesn’t talk to Tenya or even spare him a glance for the rest of the day.

Bakugou makes dinner that night later in the dorms and Midoriya stays with him in the kitchen as he cooks. He must also have eaten before too because, by the time Bakugou is yelling at everyone about dinner being ready, Midoriya has already slipped back upstairs in the rush that follows.

Tenya tries to ignore the pointed glare Bakugou shoots him all throughout dinner but ultimately fails.

The blankets look lumpy and disorganized, but considering the fact that Tenya has never made a nest before, he has to say that it’s an okay job for a first attempt.

He throws in two of his pillows to complete it and leans back, studying the nest once more. He straightens one side of the blankets until it looks more circular and stands up. His phone is on his desk where he left it charging during dinner and he grabs it, opening up his messages.

Are you awake? His fingers type. He stares at the message for another moment before he nods to himself and presses send.

Now to wait.

A reply comes a few minutes later.

yes, y?

Tenya ignores Midoriya’s bad grammar and spelling mistake as he shoots off his reply.

Come over to my room, please. I have something I need to say to you.

He doesn’t receive a reply then but as he’s fidgeting with the blankets again, a soft knock comes from his door. Tenya stands again and rushes to the door, opening it to reveal Midoriya in a large, faded All Might T-shirt and green sleeping bottoms.

“Come in,” Tenya says as he opens the door wider.

Midoriya does so, the confusion in his smell shifting to fondness instead as he catches sight of the atrocious nest on the floor. Tenya closes the door behind him, his own nerves settling in as Midoriya remains silent.

“It was brought to my attention that the way I addressed your nesting was not appropriate and so I wanted to apologize to you by making my own and sharing it with you. It isn’t the best, but I do hope that you can forgive me, Midoriya. I am truly sorry and did not mean for my ignorant words to hurt you,” Tenya recites, feeling proud of himself as Midoriya’s scent goes from fond to shy.

Midoriya scratches the back of his head, eyes kept firmly on the nest. “It’s okay, Iida. I know you didn’t mean it like that, but I appreciate your apology and thoughtfulness. I forgive you.”

Tenya stands up straight at that, motioning a hand towards the nest. “Would you care to join me?”

“Let me fix it first,” Midoriya murmurs in reply, kneeling down as he rearranges the blankets and pillows quickly.

When the omega leans back to display his work, Tenya can see the difference in their skills very clearly. Midoriya has turned the lumpy nest Tenya attempted to make into a perfect circle with the blankets even and the pillows arranged side by side instead of just thrown in randomly as Tenya had them. Midoriya lays himself flat on one side and pats the other, looking expectantly at him to join with a small smile on his face.

Tenya lies down carefully, glad that he thought to remove his glasses earlier as his head meets the pillow. Midoriya’s smile grows as he scoots closer to Tenya until he can curl himself into a ball against him, shifting until he finds himself in a comfortable position.

He hesitates for a moment before he drapes his arm over Midoriya’s torso. Midoriya hums in pleasure, nuzzling his head into Tenya’s chest with vigor and scenting him enough to let Tenya know it isn’t meant in a platonic kind of manner.

Tenya feels himself stiffen for just a moment before he presses his palm to the small of Midoriya’s back and buries his face into the omega’s curly hair. Midoriya smells of pine, cedar, and ozone just as he usually does but it is enough to make Tenya relax.

He exhales deeply over Midoriya’s scalp to scent him in return and feels his face warm when the smaller boy presses himself closer.

Midoriya’s breaths even out and eventually he falls asleep in the darkness of Tenya’s dorm room. Tenya admires the small chuffing noises the omega makes in his sleep and how adorable it makes this scene feel. He felt nervous before, unsure of what reaction he would receive but he has definitely gotten a lot more than he ever expected as Midoriya cuddles in a nest of their own creation.

Dirty sheets and laundry are far from his mind as Tenya’s heartbeat slows and he too joins Midoriya in the comfort of dreams.

a/n: thanks for reading! please remember that my requests are open (:

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captain-kingliamsqueen · 5 years

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Unexpected Surprise - Part 1 (Liam x MC)

Pairing: Liam x MC

Summary: …As much as you want to plan your life, it has a way of surprising you with unexpected things that will make you happier than you originally planned!

Word Count: 2,003

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Eight months had passed since Riley left Cordonia.

Eight months had passed since she last seen Liam

Eight months had passed since she last spoke to any of her friends from Cordonia.

The first few months after she returned, she went through a rough period, where she wouldn’t leave the apartment, she hardly spoke to anyone at all. She spent her time eating and sleeping, when she returned, she sold all of the dresses she had bought over the time she had spent there, adding her savings onto that, she managed to go the first couple of months without worry, after that money ran out, she had no choice but to find herself a job. Getting back out into the world was tough. She started a job at a local elementary school. What a lot of people didn’t know was that her job at the bar was meant to just get her by until she finished her teaching degree and got a job in a school. It was just a few weeks after her graduation that she had met Liam.

“Good morning Miss Brookes” one of her pupils beamed as she walked through the door Riley held open for the class to enter the classroom. For the last Six months Riley had been teaching a 1st grade class.

“Good morning Elizabeth, do you have your thinking hat on?”

“of course, Miss Brookes”

“good that’s what I like to hear!” Riley grinned as she closed the door then made her way to her desk. she chuckled as the children all yelled and played.

“Alright come on, everyone settle down…shh shhh…Alright thank you” she smiled as they all took their seats, bursting with energy. The past week, the class had been talking about languages, when one of them asked Riley if she spoke any other languages, their faces lit up when she told them she spoke French. When Riley took French at school, she would walk out of the building and not remember a thing that she had learned, but when she travelled to France with Liam and the rest of their friends, she fell in love with the country. She could remember every word Liam taught her. she remembered it like it was yesterday, when the two of them sat late into the evening in Riley's hotel balcony, they were both curled up on the bench. She had asked Liam to teach her some French and he was more than happy to oblige. Whenever he got the chance, he would teach her bits and pieces, by the time she left Cordonia, she was very well rehearsed in the language, she had studies books, everything she could get her hands on, she read front to back. The class had asked her, if she would teach them some of the language, which she happily agreed to. She had spent the last week putting together a lesson plan for the day, they would be tasting French food, learning the language, learning about the culture.

“Bonjour à toute la classe” she started

“does anyone know what that means?” she asked, then smiled at the first little boy that put his hand up.

“Oui, Jamie?”

“does it mean…good morning?”

“Bravo! Jamie, that’s right, its means good morning class”

“Miss Brookes…how do you say…good night?” Little Nathan called from his seat.

“I’ll tell you if you promise to put your hand up next time”

“I promise”

“okay…to say good night you say… Bonne Nuit! can you all repeat that? Bonne Nuit”

“Bonne Nuit!”

“Bravo!!”

As the day grew on, the children got more and more excited about the new skill they were learning. Once it reached their breaktime Riley had set out a spread of some of her favourite French foods.

Riley smiled from the head of the table as she watched each child pick at their plates, being very vocal about what they liked and didn’t like.

“Miss Brookes would you like some of my croissant?” one of the six-year olds asked

“that’s very kind of you, louis but I’m okay thank you.”

Riley sighed quietly as her hand rested on her stomach as she felt an ache. The same ache she had felt on and off for the past few months, she had assumed it was the usual cramps she would get when she was getting her period, which the last few months had been even more infrequent than usual. Riley had always had an odd cycle, so she didn’t think anything of it. as the day moved on, the cramping started to die down a little.

Over the next few weeks she had gotten bursts of aches in her lower back and her stomach. Nothing major, just uncomfortable aches.

It was late one evening she had not long got back from work, she had made herself some food, but ended up throwing most of it away after not being able to eat it. she had been in pain all day. at this point she was getting a little suspicious, maybe she was coming down with something? She decided that running back might be the best solution to her aches, maybe the warm water would help soothe her pain. After spending a good forty-five minutes in the warm back she climbed out headed for her bedroom. She pulled on some gym shorts and a vest before climbing into bed.

Riley was jolted awake when she felt a shooting pain in her abdomen. She sat up instantly her hand shooting to her stomach.

“oh my god…what the hell is that!!” she groaned “Shit that hurts!” she cried when the pain became too much. She had never had cramps like this…this was a whole new kind of pain. When she tried to get up from the bed, another pain shot through her, causing her to stumbled and fall. Tears cascaded down her cheeks as she frantically searched for her mobile that was sitting on the bedside table. As soon as she found it, her shaky hands dialled 911

“911, what’s your emergency?”

“I need an ambulance, I’m in excruciating pain, I don’t know what it is, it’s a shooting pain in my abdomen”

“okay, what’s your address?”

“I’m in apartment, 2, Payton crescent.”

“okay, and what’s your name?”

“It’s Riley…Riley Brookes”

“Okay miss Brookes, I’m going to get you help as quick as I can, an ambulance is on the way, can you get to the door”

“yes” she gasped as another pain shot through her. unable to stand, she crawled to the front door, turning the key so the paramedics would be able to get in.

“the doors unlocked” she informed the operator

“okay, just hold tight Miss Brookes, help is on the way.”

Just a few minutes later, the paramedics came through the door. Once the operator knew Riley was in safe hands they hung up.

“Miss Brookes, can you show me where it hurts?” one of the paramedics asked. Riley lifted her shirt, placing her hand on her lower stomach. “all around here”

“you gotta help me, it hurts so much” she cried

“it’s alright, we’re gonna get you to the hospital”

Once they got Riley into the ambulance, they headed off to the nearing hospital. They asked her various questions on the journey trying to figure out what was wrong. After the answers she gave them, they decided she should have an ultrasound when she arrived at the hospital to check her appendix. Once they got her situated in a cubical, once of the nurses came by to do her ultrasound.

“Miss Brookes how are you feeling?” the Young Woman asked as she pulled the machine over and sat down in the seat in front of it.

“Terrible”

“alright, well we’re going to try and help you feel better again, alright, I’m gonna put this gel on your stomach, brace yourself because it will be really cold” the nurse squeezed some of the gel onto Riley's stomach before placing the doppler on top then moving it around to have a look and see what was causing the pain. Riley’s eyebrows knitted together as she watched the woman look at the screen with bulging eyes.

*buBum…buBum…buBum*

“is everything okay?” Riley asked.

“Miss Brookes-”

“call me Riley”

“Riley…when was the last time you had unprotected sex?”

“oh gee…now you’re asking…probably around eight and a half months ago”

“Riley…do you hear that sound?”

Riley nodded confirmed she could indeed hear the noise.

“I’ll be back in a moment” the nurse quickly made her way out of the room, running back in just a few seconds later with a doctor on her tail. The two looked over the screen, whispering to each other.

“is something wrong?” Riley gasped as she felt another pain.

“Miss Brooks, have you been feeling nauseous, Fatigued? Hungry often?”

“not really, I mean, ive had these pains on and off for the past few months, but I always got them around the time I was due my period, so I assumed they were cramps”

The doctor, asked Riley to sit with her legs open, so that she could do a physical examination.

“Miss Brookes” the doctor smiled

“yeah?”

“Your Pregnant”

“I can’t be…I haven’t slept with anyone in like eight months”

“Miss Brookes…you have a full-term baby and she’s ready to come out, you are already seven centimetres…you’re in active labour”

“no this has got to be a mistake, I don’t have a bump, I haven’t had any other symptoms, ive still had my periods”

“I’m afraid it’s true miss Brookes, bleeding during pregnancy can be perfectly normal, actually a lot of women mistake spotting as their period but actually it’s the pregnancy, it’s very rare, but ive seen it happen before, if the babies sitting further into your back, like you, a woman can go a full nine months without a real bump.”

“But…” The tears fell down her face.

“I can’t be…”

“how much weight have you put on over the past eight to nine months?”

“a little bit” she blushed not wanting to admit she had infact put on a little bit of weight.

“okay…well Miss Brookes, we’re going to have to move you down to the Delivery ward, this baby is ready to come out”

“Tonight?!” Riley panicked

“most likely”

Once they got Riley moved to the delivery ward, they started to connect her to all types of machines. She sighed as she looked at her phone sitting beside the hospital bed.

“Riley, can we call anyone for you? Maybe the father? a friend or family member?”

“no, it’s okay…I think I should call him…” she sighed “I’m nervous” she frowned as she looked at the nurse.

“was it a boyfriend?”

“kind of…we were very much in love but…we weren’t in a relationship as such.”

“what do you mean?”

“long story short, he was in an arranged marriage that he very much didn’t want to be in, we were going to get married but, something happened and he had to get engaged to this other woman…we tried for months to figure out a way to be together, but eventually it came time for the wedding, I told him, I can’t be with you if your married to her, he was willing to give up everything for me , his family business, his home, but I couldn’t let him do it…I know this phone call will turn his life upside down… I know he would drop everything to be here…if he found out and I hadn’t called him, it would break his heart”

“well, I think you should make the call”

“I can’t not” she sighed as she lifted her phone

“could I have a moment?” she asked the nurse, the young woman nodded then headed outside. Riley scrolled to his number then let out a deep breath as she pressed call.

The phone rang just three times before his voice came through the phone.

“hello? Riley? Riley is that you?”

“Hi, Liam” she whispered

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mimik-u · 5 years

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Flower Child, Chapter 11: Texts (II)

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day, friends! I'm so very appreciative of you guys. Slowly, but surely, we're edging to the heart of "Flower Child." (If I can stop being distracted by the inner workings of characters' minds long enough to focus on plot, we might just get there soon, lol.)

AO3

Sunday, 11:32 AM:

Blue: Oh, Steven.

Blue: I’m so sorry to hear that

Her slender fingers hovering just above the touchscreen, Blue Diamond hit send prematurely and realized that she had forgotten to punctuate her text just seconds after she did. Of course, an unfinished sentence wasn’t the end of the world—not in this era of instant communication where proper grammar had been relegated to stuffy scholarly types (such as herself) and punctilious mothers over forty (such as herself).

But.

The mistake shattered her anyway.

Because it wasn’t about the sentence, nor was it about the grammar. It was about all of the other unfinished things that she had been intimately acquainted with over the course of her lifetime.

It was the fact that she had never finished Les Misérables in grad school, though she had written a beautiful essay on it all the same. It was unfinished diary entries and unfinished diet attempts, her unfinished career and the singularly unfinished look about her these days. In the mirror, she was a ghost’s approximation of a human, tall and smudged and broken. In the part of the world she once ruled with a sure fist, she was very well a ghost to all of the people who had once known her name.

It was her relationship with her mother that ended on the very day she started dating Yellow all those many years ago.

You should be ashamed of yourself, was paradoxically both a complete sentence and an incomplete one, drawing lines in sands and tearing her asunder at the same time.

And it was Pink Diamond—unfinished at twenty-one years old.

But then again, it was always Pink Diamond, everything about her—her high, lilting laugh and her freckled smile, the way she wrapped her thin arms around Blue’s waist and called her home.

It was that last unfinished fight that never ended in I’m sorry or I love you.

You’ll never let me grow up, will you?

And now, it was Steven Universe, the boy from the cemetery, the flower child, the first smile she had worn on her face in years.

Blue buried her long face in her hands and prayed to the God that she did not believe in anymore, that this child would not become another unfinished thing.

Sunday, 11:47 AM:

With a sigh that reached into her bones and hollowed them out for good measure, Pearl finished texting everyone who needed to be texted—all of their friends and family, and sometimes, the friends and family of their friends and family. The list of reassurances, blending into one another after awhile, went a little something like this:

Pearl: Thanks for checking in! I’ll keep you updated.

Pearl: He’s stable! Just resting now.

Pearl: Oh, sure! A casserole would be lovely. Thanks, Barb. Lapis and Peridot are house-sitting, so you can drop it off with them.

Pearl: Please don’t kill our cats. <3

Pearl: Thank you for the kind words.

And for the thoughts.

Prayers.

But not quite condolences.

(Thankfully, not condolences.)

Pearl: No, my apologies. Now wouldn’t be a great time to visit. Maybe later?

But at the same time:

Pearl: He’s fine! :)

Pearl: He’s stable!

Pearl: Don’t worry!

Pearl: He’s fine!

She was a broken turn table, all scratched up, repeating the same few lines over and over again until she forgot that there was such a thing as the rest of the song.

Stability was not a given for Steven Universe anymore, and fine was such a relative word.

He was fine yesterday, laughing and cutting up and inflating balloons on the beach.

He was fine a week ago, bruised and weary for sure, but on his own feet and independent of machines, giving flowers to random ladies in cemeteries.

And he was fine eight months ago, on the verge of becoming an eighth grader at the local middle school—and then he woke Pearl up in the middle of the night to tell her that it hurt to pee. There had been tears in his dark eyes.

Blood in the toilet.

A diagnosis three weeks later.

Pearl: Hello, I’m so sorry for the late notice, but Steven is in the hospital again. I won’t be able to make my shift tonight.

The three dots appeared almost instantly, much to her clammy chagrin.

Her manager replied: so sorry to hear that! i’ll take you off the schedule. do you need tomorrow night off as well?

Pearl: No! In fact, I can pick up a double tomorrow. Two to closing?

Manager: great!

Pearl needed to be with Steven, needed to hold his hand and press kisses into his forehead, needed to weather every tube and test, every hell and high water, but because life was perverse and they all had horrible health insurance, she needed the money to take care of Steven more.

Trying to ensure that someone didn’t die wasn’t cheap, they had learned fourteen years ago with Rose. But, of course, even that ample forewarning didn’t soften the blow of their current financial situation, which was… dire.

For a couple of months now, they’d been toying with selling with the beach house.

It was prime real estate, secluded on the far side of the beach as it was.

(It was home. How could they even dare?)

“You look like you’ve been kicked, Pearl.”

Pearl looked up from her phone to find Garnet staring at her from Steven’s bed, where she was still curled around their boy though he’d long been passed out from his latest puking spell. (Yogurt. He couldn’t hold down yogurt.) Her bicolored gaze had always been intense, for Garnet was an intense person, but now, it pierced through Pearl like an x-ray and found her wanting.

Her sadness was seen.

Keenly.

Summed up in seven quiet words.

“I’m working a double tomorrow,” she murmured, looking away, anywhere but those eyes where she was known. “You’ll have to call me as soon as he’s done with testing.”

Earlier, Dr. Maheswaran had told her that UNOS would require Steven to have nigh daily blood work done in order to ensure that he was still viable for a kidney transplant. More testing would also ensure that he remained relatively high on the list should a kidney ever become available.

Garnet nodded, meticulous to move only her chin so as not to disturb Steven and all of his tubing. One of his wire infested hands was curled tightly into her shirt.

“You know I will.” But then, with a wry smile hinting at her disdain for phones: ��Or Greg will. Or Amethyst—if Amethyst will ever leave the room.”

It was both a joke and not a joke, a joke and a light admonition in that subtle way only Garnet could accomplish.

Shame was a hot trickle of dread in Pearl’s stomach, a pink blush across her cheeks.

“I went overboard last night, didn’t I?”

Another nod. The various machinery currently keeping Steven alive whirred around them in place of a reply.

“I hurt her feelings,” Pearl whispered as the night came rushing back to her—Steven pale and cold beneath her hands, the rage that snarled through her teeth as she locked eyes with Amethyst, who could only stand there and sob and apologize, and oh, how that had irritated her in the moment. “I said some awful things.”

The admission was a horrible creature, condemning her where she sat, twisting all her insides up until she felt like a monster.

“I should apologize,” she said, and then immediately added, “Right?”

Garnet—she could all but see herself in the other’s dual toned eyes, how her face was contorted in a desperate plea—shouldn’t I apologize? It feels like I should apologize, but I just don’t know anymore, and all of these decisions and words and empty texts are all getting to be so heavy.

Please.

Please tell me what to do.

I’m so lost.

Garnet studied her in silence for a longer moment still, her expression as impenetrable as ever, until her dark brow suddenly relaxed, unfurling across her eyes in a softness that was meant to be a tiny kindness for Pearl.

“You should apologize, Pearl.”

All of the puzzle pieces suddenly clicked into place.

She should apologize.

“Okay,” she said quietly.

“And Pearl?”

“Yes, Garnet?”

“You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself.”

Sunday, 12:09 PM:

Pearl: Hi, Amethyst. It’s Pearl.

Pearl: But you knew that, of course, because I’m programmed in your phone, and goodness, I’m already making a mess of this, aren’t I?

Pearl: -_-

Pearl: At any rate, I’m just texting to say… I’m sorry.

Pearl: I’m so sorry for how I acted last night, what I said to you and what I did. It was uncalled for in the highest order, which is to say that I unfairly blamed you for something that you absolutely could not control.

Pearl: Steven’s sick—really sick—and I’ve been trying to ignore that reality for as long as it’s been /our/ reality. When you opened that window last night, I presume you were trying to correct my mistakes when it comes to Steven. You tried to show him the truth, and that is such an incredibly brave thing to do.

Pearl: I’m proud of you, Amethyst, and I miss you, and I love you, and I’m sorry.

Sunlight leaned against her face, and exhaustion leaned against her entire body. Pearl closed her dark eyes in defiance of both of these heavy things and let her templed hands fall into her lap, her long fingers still curled around her phone.

“You did it,” Garnet murmured quietly from the bed.

“I did,” Pearl replied.

Oxygen hissed into Steven.

Wires measured the beat of his heart.

Pearl’s phone buzzed once and then twice.

Sunday, 12:11 PM:

Amethyst: love you p

Amethyst: b there in a minute?

A smile quivered across the thin line of Pearl’s mouth.

She was so happy, and she was so sad—all at the same time.

Sometimes, these two feelings felt like they were one in the same.

Pearl: See you then.

Sunday, 1:40 PM:

Connie: Hi, Mom, can I come visit Steven?

Priyanka: Mmm, for a little while if your dad will bring you up here. Don’t wake him up if he’s still napping, though. He has an early shift tomorrow.

Connie: Okay! :) We’re in the parking lot.

Priyanka: You’re in the WHAT now?

Connie: Well, I wanted to see Steven, and Dad wanted to check out that new wax museum between 2nd and 4th, so it worked out!

Sunday, 1:43 PM:

Priyanka: Doug.

Doug: Our daughter is a singularly persuasive human being.

Priyanka: Doug.

Doug: … Wax Fyodor Dostoevsky.

Sunday, 1:45 PM:

Priyanka: 4th floor. Truman Ward. I’ll meet you at the doors to let you in.

Connie: Thanks, Mom!

Sunday, 1:45 PM:

Steven: Hey, don’t be sorry!

Steven: It’s just a fact of my life, you know? I’m going to fight, Blue.

Steven: I promise.

Sunday, 1:54 PM:

Connie: Steven, I’m on my way up!

Steven: WOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Steven: Give me the play by play. I’m bored

Connie: Okay! First floor, passing the gift shop.

Connie: Now boarding the elevator.

Connie: Contrary to everything “Under the Knife” has ever told me, there are no meet-cutes between superfluously handsome doctors in this dingy little vessel. :(

Steven: You watch Under the Knife too?!?!?!?!

Connie: Yes! It’s one of my favorite shows! (On the fourth floor.)

Steven: Who’s your favorite doctor?

Connie: Oh, probably Stebbins.

Steven: :o

Steven: Stebbins is so mean, though!!

Connie: But he’s efficient! That has to count for something.

The three dots cropped up in a hilariously quick instant, but Connie was faster, shooting off a reply as her red converses squeaked to a stop at the double doors guarding Truman Ward from the rest of the floor. A plain, if abrasive, sign next to the doors instructed her to RING THE BELL FOR ENTRY, but the plexiglas windows in the center of the doors revealed that her mom was just on the other side, chatting with a nurse.

Connie lightly rapped on one of the windows with her knuckles to snag her mother’s attention. Attention promptly snagged, and with a visible sigh that could only be described as fond, her mother nodded and reached past the nurse to hit a button on the wall.

The doors spread outwards.

Connie barreled into her mom’s lab coated arms.

“Hi, Mom!”

“Hello, Connie.”

And then they quickly disentangled themselves, so they could study each other like the scientists they both were. In a sweeping glance, she could tell that her mom had had a rough night. Exhibit A: Her hair was in a ponytail. (It was never in a ponytail.) Exhibit B: She looked positively wispy with fatigue, all of the lines in her face frayed and fraying. It made sense. She’d been called out of bed a little after ten last night, and she’d just gotten off of a day shift a few hours before that.

Exhaustion was scrawled all over her like a prescription.

“I presume your father went to go ogle wax people?” Priyanka asked with a wry tilt of her head.

“Yup,” Connie replied, proffering a wry smile of her own. The nurse her mom had been talking to waved a polite goodbye to them both before heading out through the double doors.

“And I also presume that you’re not even remotely sorry for driving up here without asking my permission first, correct?” It was both a harsh question, and it was not, wrangled into something softer by the resignation in her brow.

Connie at least had the decency to feign shame.

“Something like that,” she said sheepishly, studying the floor and then her mother’s impenetrable eyes and then the floor again.

Priyanka sighed, but to her daughter’s surprise, hooked an arm around her shoulder.

“Well then, let’s go see Steven.”

The harsh overheads smiled coldly upon their heads as they began to walk. They passed a nurse’s station, a small girl whimpering on a gurney, swarming scrubs and lab coats. The air tasted like hand sanitizer, and the weight of where she was at, and why she was here, slowly began to dawn on Connie for the first time since she had conceived of this visit.

“Is it bad?” The question stumbled out of her mouth like an accident. Room 11030. Room 11031. They were getting close. Her palms were beginning to feel slippery. “I mean, is he bad?”

Her mother thought on it between Rooms 11032 and 11034, her frown deep, her grip on Connie tight.

“Yes,” she finally conceded, “but also no. He’s certainly in the most dire condition I’ve ever seen him, but I also think we might be close to securing him a kidney. He’s high on the list now. There’s no way that…” She trailed off suddenly, frayed and fraying, unable to complete what seemed like a consolation to Connie’s ears.

Her palm was carving itself into her shoulder.

Room 11037’s door was half-open, laughter and machinery spilling from the crack, an unlikely symphony, an oxymoron—just like him.

Him.

The disease.

His unwavering smile.

The machine.

Connie tilted her chin and found a confusion in her mother’s eyes that matched her own.

They were both problem solvers.

Mathematicians.

Logicians.

Scientists.

And here was a problem. Here was a boy who did not deserve what he had gotten.

And there was no easy solution in sight.

Connie leaned her head against her mother’s knuckles to show her that she knew, and her mother closed her tired eyes—just for a moment—to revel in the fact that she was known.

“You’re such a dork, Stevo,” Amethyst riffed from the other side of the door.

“Always,” Steven laughed—warm and bright, here and leaving.

Priyanka rapped smartly on the door.

Sunday, 1:54 PM:

Blue: You’re incredibly brave, Steven.

Steven: Aw, shucks. You’re flattering me!

Blue: Oh, I suppose I so.

Blue: Could I come visit you soon?

Steven: YES!!

Blue: Would tomorrow be a good time?

Steven: Yeah, I think so! I have a few tests in the morning, but my afternoon should be free. 2ish maybe?

Blue: That sounds perfect.

The living room was cavernous and lonely; sunlight streamed in from the floor to ceiling windows and contrarily had the effect of making everything it touched look all the more abandoned. The ornately embroidered sofa. The glass coffee table. Blue Diamond herself, sitting in her recliner, looking down at her phone. Her skin was so pale that it was stained blue by the light wash emitting from the screen.

So she was getting out tomorrow, it seemed.

To a place that wasn’t her doctor’s office.

Or the cemetery.

Or her doctor’s office.

Or the cemetery.

The action wouldn’t feel real to her until it happened, but the ache she felt for the boy on the other end of the line was raw and visceral, and it was so reminiscent of another time that was raw and visceral, that she began to think of it and her and that night and all of the empty time since and—

An involuntary cry escaped her.

She covered her mouth.

And closed her eyes.

And did nothing as a single tear spilled over her knuckles and into the dark folds of her robe.

But crying itself was just as untenable as not crying—old-hat and tiring and destructive—so she got up as swiftly as she could manage with her hip, and with her cane clanking ahead of her, traced a familiar pathway across the wooden floor. Past the kitchen and into the hallway. Past Yellow’s study, where typing noises and intermittent swearing could be heard from within. Past ghosts of little ballerina feet scampering down the foyer.

And Blue Diamond stopped at the door between the study and the master bedroom.

And she placed her hand on the knob, her shaking fingers disturbing the brass.

And she turned it, just a little, just enough to hear the door groan in compliance with her wishes.

And then she stopped.

She let go of the knob.

And slowly clanked back to the study and knocked lightly on the door. The typing on the other side stopped abruptly.

“Poppy?” Yellow asked.

“No,” Blue whispered, and that was all that was needed.

There was a soft oh of recognition and the creaking of a well-worn chair. The stumbling of feet. A handle pulled. Yellow Diamond was stark and brilliant, surprised and tender, in the golden light flooding from behind her. It was a Sunday, so she wasn’t in a three-piece suit, but her button-down shirt was meticulously ironed, the collar popped up around the sinewy muscles of her neck.

“Blue,” she said, quite unnecessarily, and she must have realized it because pink popped across her sharp cheekbones. She must have realized this, too, because she began talking and began talking fast. “Do you need something? Are you ill? Should I fetch Livia?”

It’d been a long time since Blue had intentionally sought her out.

Had come to her.

Had wanted her.

It was usually the other way around with them.

Blue slowly shook her head, her long braid swishing in time with the motion. Her right hand trembled on the head of her cane.

“I was thinking about Pink,” she said quietly, and Yellow’s instinctive rebuttal was clear in her amber eyes.

You’re always thinking about Pink.

But instead, because she was trying hard not to offend, simply whispered, “Okay.”

It was a vulnerable word, or she was vulnerable today one; the distinction was lost in the small space between them.

Yellow’s entire body was taut, a rubber band that had been stretched too far.

“And I was about to find myself in her room again,” Blue continued on, but then, seeing the stricken expression on her wife’s face, tilted her head to the side. “But I didn’t, Yellow… I didn’t chase her ghost today.”

If it’d been up to Yellow, the whole room would have been razed down. (Damn the logistics of destroying a room within a home.)

But because it was up to Blue, the room was a monument to their dead daughter. There were still pink sticky notes on her nightstand that reminded the twenty-one year old to study for an upcoming Calculus exam, books on the floor, clothes in the hamper.

Everything coated in a fine layer of dust.

Yellow swallowed thickly and looked away; even still, Blue could see every line in her face, the strain in them, how they convulsed against her will.

She wanted to reach out to her.

She did not.

“Ask me what I’m going to do tomorrow, Yellow.”

This certainly caught her attention, a command from a woman who had not done much commanding as of late.

Her gaze flickered to Blue’s and stayed there, searching and lost.

“What are you doing tomorrow?”

“I’m going to visit a friend in the hospital.” She said it very simply, like it was just another part of her routine, but it wasn’t, and they both knew it.

It was momentous, and Yellow’s plump lips parted in quiet shock.

“You’re… you’re,” she struggled, the words seemingly strangled in her mouth, “you’re getting out?”

“I’m going to try to,” Blue replied evenly, and then she thought on it, clarified herself. “For him at least… his name is Steven.”

“The boy you had cakes with?”

“Yes.”

“The boy who… who made you smile,” she murmured this to herself as though she didn’t believe Blue could hear her.

But she did.

Obviously.

And it surprised her.

She studied the sharp planes of Yellow’s face and found quiet anguish, tucked in the way she pursed her lips, creased in the shadows beneath her striking eyes.

Unspoken: He made you smile. I could not.

“Yes,” Blue repeated because it was also the truth, even if it was a painful one to admit.

But to be fair, all of their truths were painful these days. Their daughter was dead, and her room was empty, and Blue Diamond half-wanted to be dead, and for four years, she had scarcely cared that she was living. And Yellow Diamond liked to pretend that none of this had scarred her in lasting ways, but there were lines in her face that had never been there before, and sometimes, just sometimes, she sat her in study and cried when she thought no one was listening. And they were approaching their twilight years, and there was no turning back. The bell was rung, and their daughter was dead, and they might never be happy again, and—

That was the truth.

Yellow closed her eyes and then unclosed them, obviously trying to master her emotions into locations that weren’t words.

“Will he… be okay?” But she was only human, despite what she'd have the common person believe, so strain leaked out into the innocuous question anyway.

“I don’t know,” Blue murmured, and this truth stung with all the others.

She could be caring for this boy only to end up shattered if he died.

And the possibility of this was not lost on Yellow Diamond. Cynical. Skeptical. Practical.

It shone in her eyes, in the firm set of her jaw.

What came next, however, was not an admonition, but a small gesture. And because it was a small gesture, and because small gestures were rare between them, it was felt: Yellow reached out, slowly, almost cautiously, and tucked a stray strand of hair behind Blue’s ear. Her lined palm lingered against her cheek for an infinitesimal second before falling into a clenched fist by her side.

“Well, at least he’s got a chance.”

Unspoken: Pink didn’t.

Blue Diamond found that she missed her wife’s touch.

The weight of it.

The warmth.

“Yes,” she concurred. “At least he has a chance.”

Sunday, 2:25 PM:

Pearl: I absolutely love her!!

Amethyst: we’re literally sitting next 2 each other lol

Pearl: Yes, but I don’t want to embarrass them… I’m just so happy that Steven has a new friend! She’s so nice and smart!

Amethyst: to b fair he’s also friends w/ an old lady in a bathrobe now

Pearl: Ugh, don’t remind me.

Amethyst looked up from her phone at the very same time that Pearl looked up from her phone, and then they studiously tried to not look at each other as they trembled in silent laughter. But because they were both assholes, they failed at this monumentally simple task, and locked eyes just long enough to break them both.

“Stop,” Pearl moaned, clutching her stomach in a feeble attempt of getting herself back under control.

“You first,” Amethyst shot back, laughing too hard to punctuate the threat with a shit-eating grin.

The entire room turned to look at them. Dr. M drew herself away from her chart long enough to raise an eyebrow. Garnet and Greg stared, one quite subtly and one quite openly. On the bed, Steven and Connie extracted themselves from the book they were reading.

“Whatcha laughing about?” Steven asked cutely. He tilted his head with a conspiratorial smile, and his entire oxygen getup slid sideways with him.

“Nothing,” Pearl said.

“Cats,” Amethyst said at the very same time.

And they dissolved all over again.

Pearl placed a steadying hand on Amethyst’s shoulder, and Amethyst leaned into the touch as their bodies shook with laughter.

Nothing was right with their world, but just for a moment, they pretended like it could be.

Priyanka Maheswaran’s frown deepened the longer she stared at her clipboard.

And it positively turned into a scowl when she read Steven’s heart monitor.

Sunday, 3:18 PM:

Steven: Thanks for coming to visit me today!

Connie: Of course! I had so much fun meeting everyone!

Steven: They liked meeting you too!!!

Connie: Score!!!

Weariness was like a second skin on her mother as they walked down Truman Ward again. She said nothing, only deigning to nod at various colleagues who greeted her as they walked by.

Connie wanted to talk about Steven, wanted to talk about Garnet, Amethyst, and especially Pearl, whom she had a lot in common with—but she bit her lip against a torrent of questions and studied the way her shoes scraped against the clinically clean floor instead.

Because she knew.

She’d seen the way Steven’s whole body was manifested with tubes and the bags under his guardians’ eyes and the fear in his eyes that he tried so hard to hide with a smile.

When they had first arrived, she had hugged him as tenderly as his machinery would allow and asked him if he was okay.

And he only shook his head and laughed like he was.

Because he knew.

And she knew.

And everyone in that room knew.

(He was dying. It was happening fast.)

As they exited the double doors, Connie reached up and tentatively took her mother’s hand.

Her mother did not let go in response.

#blue diamond #steven universe #yellow diamond #bellow diamond #connie maheswaran #priyanka maheswaran #garnet #pearl #amethyst #s: steven universe #flower child #mimik-u

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una y otra vez - part 5 (richard)

parte cinco part one / part two / part three / part four

Words: 6,300+

Warnings: pretty much all smut and angst. modeled after a period of time with my on-and-off ex who everyone hates, so you might hate my fictional Richard after this.. PLEASE NOTE that this part has some sensitive elements that might be uncomfortable. I don’t want to give spoilers, but just please proceed with caution.

A/N: so i thought part 4 kind of made things full circle. some people told me they didn’t feel it was a real ending and wanted to know what happened next. so this is one of the last interactions I had with my ex, modeled into our favorite Dominican. I apologize for how dizzy this might make you. I know it definitely did the same to me, then and now.

I was never going to be here again. I shouldn’t be here. I’m always the one waiting. I’m sure it makes me look desperate. Am I? Absolutely.

All of this is a secret Everyone knows about my him and never wanted me to see him again So I was making them proud by pretending that I was better off without him. But I’m sitting here waiting for him. Again.

I lied to everyone about where I had to go I lied to my friends and said I was seeing family I lied to my family and said I was seeing friends I lied to myself and said this would be the best thing for me closure With something that had cut this deep, is there such a thing? Doubt it.

It’s been three years since I had last been next to him I was clean and sober from his touch for three fucking years. three fucking years.

And of course, that wasn’t my decision He fell into one of those spells where he put all his energy into her instead of me and he always came back to me always but this time he didn’t.

maybe too much hadn't been said that had needed to be maybe their marriage strengthened and he lost interest in the silly girl that couldn’t let him go maybe he’d forgotten about me maybe I’d drowned in my own sorrow at some point and this was what death in limbo felt like

But I am about to relapse I am waiting for it It was going to thrill It was going to hurt but I want it so much that I don’t care about the consequences

But this was going to heal my heart At least that was the plan on the surface. But with him, nothing ever went according to plan this wasn’t going to be different.

Life had gone on I couldn’t stop it I wanted to not put and end to it but just pause it and hit resume when it got better Sometimes end it. That might have been easier. better than being haunted by the what ifs what if we’d had our baby our life together gotten married everything had just been different

He was an ever present character in my nightmares and my daydreams He was trapped in my mind Or was I trapped in his control

Our baby was my secret my burden alone weighed on my every decision and thought Awake or asleep, I only thought about our baby and how life would have been different He and I had gotten back into bed our fair share of times after I lost the baby But I began turning in on myself angry at the one person I never imagined I could be He wouldn’t have been there if I’d had the baby He’d made me promise Bullshit. You both made a baby. And he wouldn’t have fucking cared. He didn’t deserve to know. My friends would have given up on me unable to continue to play the same broken record My family would have turned on me unable to support the mistake that came from him like everyone said would happen

Everyone would be more disappointed in me than I already was in myself

so it was quiet no grieving no ache no outward showing of the pain when the pain was all I ever felt I was used to wearing a mask of a smile when I was with him Now it was just all the time

No one would understand this feeling but me No one would know what it was like to lose the life you’d planned out perfectly No one would empathize with the sudden vacancy your heart felt over something you never even held in your arms

So I carried it alone because no one would get it especially not him

In the time I’ve been away from him I’ve become a shell of a person empty without him our family our life like we’d imagined

Then he messaged me A normal Wednesday as if no time had passed at all. Hey. No. Nonononono. I was over you. I was trying to be. You can't suck me in again. I was almost free. And I’m practically a puddle at your feet again. Knowing you’re reaching out that you must want contact I'm weak. But that’s it? Hey? That’s all you can come up with after all this time? I struggled against the urge to immediately answer and gave him more opportunity to elaborate but the what ifs come out to play what if he’s just seeing if you’ll still speak to him what if he won’t say anything more until you do what if this is about to change everything but you’re about to fuck it up by being proud and stubborn? Hey.

I miss you. I knew he’d come back to this. Immediately with just one initial word that it would come back to this.

Every possible response tapped into the keyboard I miss you too. Go to hell. Why are you doing this? You’re an asshole. I wish I could hate you. I think about you all the time. I fucking wish I could hate you. You still miss me? You haven’t showed it. Why should I miss you when you’ve broken my heart so many times? before deleting each one and saying nothing.

And for once, I didn’t need to continue the conversation He carried it I know I’ve hurt you but I can’t get you off my mind. Can we meet to talk?

I scoffed and all the overthinking I had done for my last almost-answer went out the window Talk? We never talk. I know what talking means, Richard.

After hitting send I immediately regretted being so sharp He’d be upset and he wouldn’t try to reconnect Did I want him to? He doesn’t deserve it. I didn’t care. I missed him too much to care.

And then his reply. I know. But I mean it this time. I really miss you and there’s a lot we need to talk about. Please. Public. No pressure about us being alone and being physical. You feel uncomfortable, you leave. But please give us the chance to talk.

Public? I scoffed. Are you sure that would be smart?

It’ll be safer for both of us. Alone there’s always temptation. But this isn’t about what we always do. This is about clearing the air.

This would let go of all the hurt ache pain tension

It would be the period at the end of a run on sentence It would be the end we needed. It would bring me peace.

And that convinced me enough to type in two letters I had sworn I never would again.

O K

That was last week And here I am, alone at a food court table in an outlet mall halfway between both our homes compromise with my back to the door

He said he would meet me now Will he really be here any moment or almost an hour late as always?

I hear a Camila song over the speakers like the radio knows what I’m feeling It’s amazing that you relate to lyrics better when you’re hurting

Tú llegaste a mi vida para enseñarme, Tú supiste encenderme y luego apagarme, Tú, te hiciste indispensable para mi

I don’t want to see when he comes in I’m shaking with the possibilities in my mind. The what ifs are too much and too many to process

What do I tell him What do I keep to myself What if he wants to try us again What if he tries to reel me back in What if he wants to apologize but then let me go Will this hurt worse Will this solve anything Will going back to this after so many years clean from him Is this like an addict relapsing How am I crawling back to him like a lovesick puppy Wasn’t I stronger than this Wasn’t I supposed to let my past stay behind me What if overthinking this kills me before he even gets here

I check my watch every other question as if the time will have gone by faster when it only crawls by I keep listening lowly hearing the doors swing open alert for approaching footsteps but nothing yet

still anxious breaths

Llegas cuando estoy a punto de olvidarte Busca tu camino en otra parte Mientras busco el tiempo que perdí Y hoy estoy mejor sin ti. I try to ingest the idea through the melody and absorb the strength

The door creaks open I almost feel his presence on the breeze that blows inside

I know he’s here finally here I can feel him behind me watching me from the entrance I busy myself on my phone refuse to let him know that I’m so easily at his feet anymore I’ve barely inhaled his cologne and I know I’m going to regret this The adrenaline rushing through me at the thought of his smile is worth it

Hey, he chuckles from behind me not realizing what such a simplistic word has done to the pit of my stomach. I nod lowly and attempt a smile. My eyes are fixated on the table. I can’t speak yet. I’m glad you came, he whispers. I still don’t know what to say so I look down as he sets his hands on the table and sits.

How’ve you been? he asks, tapping his fingertips against the tabletop. He doesn’t care. Remember he doesn’t care. He’s asking about you and how you were without him. Of course he cares. It’ll protect you from getting hurt again. He loves you. Don’t be a bitch.

Okay, I shrug. I don’t know what else to say. I’ve been awful I’ve been backwards and upside down. I’ve been on the edge of a cliff and come back all from memories and thoughts of me with you. How can you wonder how I’ve been? If what we had was real how can you possibly think I’ve been anything but shattered?

You look good, he whispers. Are we really going to be those people right now? So much time has passed it has to be ‘you look good’. Or maybe he meant it that he’s already admiring my body And he’s only back for one thing that I would so willingly give him just to have him that close again even for just a moment my heart and my skin want him so much closer but my mind wants nothing more than to watch him go back out that door leave

He can sense my hesitation. Are you okay? Stupid question Stupid fucking question are you kidding? I won’t say it aloud but No. The last thing I am when it comes to you is ‘okay’. But he sighs. I know you’re not. I know why you came here. And I want to make this right. A man who is so sincerely trying who knows me who cares about my feelings has to love me. He has to. had to? has to.

I’m glad you wanted to talk, he continues. I feel like we never got the ending we deserved. Ending? That’s because I don’t know how to end us. How do you end everything you’ve ever dreamed? How do you let the addiction go when it feels so fucking good when you know you’ll be useless without a fix

I don’t know what I’m going to say but I look up.

Mistake. His chocolate eyes catch mine and I’m breathless His fingers are flexing up and down against the tabletop the way they used to raise as they traced over my hips His knuckles are graced with more ink since the last time my hands were in his Those tattoos are like a map home guiding me back to where I belong in his arms

Fool, stop thinking that’s where you should be you’re here to end it for good to get better beyond him My confident demeanor from the way over is gone I’ll never get beyond him but here’s to trying

I’ve been doing nothing but thinking of you, he murmurs. He is probably lying telling me all my heart needs to hear could be telling the truth

Going through all this with her, he continues, made me think about all you and I had. Rumors had reached me about his separation from the bitch and I guess this confirmed them but this also could be his ticket to sex if she’s not giving it to him. I’m always the back-up plan. Always. But We were so good together and I gave it up for something I felt was better at the time but it was us, baby. It was always us.

I don’t realize I’ve been holding my breath until my head starts hurting my chest was already so tight with anxiety that I hadn’t felt the lack of air

But my words come out vicious in an attempt to not seem as fragile as I feel. I wasn’t enough. You scarred me for years because I always thought I wasn’t enough. Nothing about me was enough for you.

You were more than enough, baby, he insists. Baby. I close my eyes and shudder I just didn’t see it didn’t appreciate it when I had the chance I hate that it’s too late now. That numb feeling in my chest is gone replaced with the sharp sting from his words. too late too late

I’m being selfish, he admits. I’m worried about saying how I’ve been feeling But I just I’ve never loved anyone the way I loved you Loved. Past tense. But I’ve also never hurt anyone the way I’ve hurt you And I want to tell you how sorry I am

W- What?

They say when it's too good to be true it probably is but this is everything I’ve always needed to hear how he can’t really mean it but his eyes he does he means every word his heart is hurting maybe as much as mine is no, that's impossible. He had other women who weren't YOU in his arms every night to make it better he can’t be hurting he doesn’t know what hurt is. He’ll never know how he hurt me But he wants to Am I legitimately arguing with myself is this what a split personality feels like has he made me so psychotic that I’ve just lost my mind completely?

And I don’t realize I’ve said it out loud What?

You only ever wanted to do everything to be with me to make it work and I took it for granted. It took me a while to look back on it and realize you were everything I needed and I used you

He cant really be saying this. I have to be dreaming hallucinating I’ve been alone in these thoughts for ten years He can pretend to know how this hurts but it’s sympathy not empathy

Years, I finally seethe. It took you how many years to figure that out?

He gnaws on his lip Baby my nerves stand on end at the endearment I’ve never seen you this upset And I know you’re hurt But can we try to just talk gently to get through this?

I inhale deeply and sigh it out to try and comply

His fingers dance idly on the brim of his fitted cap If this is the last time we’re going to see each other and we’re going to try to move on we need to be civil and get on the same page.

I swallow the lump in my throat I knew what the intention was I had tried to idealize the same thought but it hurts to hear it We were never good with the things we intended We intended to just try to be friends and wound up tangled in each other’s arms We intended to just go out for a drink and wound up naked in his bed We intended to let go for good and wound up seeing each other again

But this was finality This would be the end This was it

It can't just be that you didn’t see it, I continue I gave you literally everything of me But it was never enough to be what you wanted

I tried to change fix what wasn’t perfect So you’d want me. You always told me you loved me but you didn’t want me so there had to be something wrong with me.

You used me for comfort for convenience for sex whenever and however you wanted it and I upended my life to make you happy and it wasn’t enough. Why?

There is silence enough for me to know that there is no reason no solid answer no explanation as to why and this is not going to be the closing of a chapter. this will only be a cliffhanger with unanswered questions

I’m sorry. I was selfish. I am selfish. I knew you’d always be there and would give me whatever I wanted so I took that plus some from anyone else

But I couldn’t stay away from you No matter how much I tried to stay away from you stop taking advantage I couldn’t let you go I can’t ever let you go I don’t know what it is

I try to stop my eyes from scrolling up the length of the pictures inked into his arms concentrate on my breathing I miss him holding me Breathing in. I want to cry Holding it in. Will this make him change? Can he fix the so we could make this work? Breathing out.

I shouldn’t be saying half of this, he muses pitifully to himself. It’s not reasoning. It’s excusing. Nothing can excuse the way I’ve treated you.

He nearly stammers as he tries to speak again I’ve never seen him so unnerved. I’m kind of empowered by it. For once, I’m not the one made weak by us being in the presence of the other. I’m sorry. You never deserved all I’ve put you through. You stayed there while I went from woman to woman when all you wanted was to love me. I’m so sorry.

The words start pouring out along with my heavy exhale. I was so angry I was sad at first but realizing you had this whole other life lie that didn’t include me, I hated you I tried to at least I couldn't forever but for a long time I tried so hard to hate you So I couldn’t tell you.

I refuse to look up and meet his eyes but I know his expression has faltered Tell me what?

I bite my lip, hesitating I hadn’t meant for that part to escape me but this is it this is the last time this is getting everything off my chest clearing my conscience but the promise you made you told him you’d handle it if you got pregnant you’d do it alone maybe he’ll be happy you listened and you’ll be enough for him now maybe he’ll actually care and you won’t feel so sad all alone maybe he won’t care at all and the pain of that will be worse than any of this

The last time we were together you went back to her and I didn’t want to tell you It fucking killed me but I didn’t tell you And my words trail off again into silence How do I form that sort of suffering into mere syllables

Babe, tell me what? I shiver. Babe? Meant with our basic familiarity, sure. But such proximity implied that it set me alight when I still didn’t know if I wanted to burn for him.

I was pregnant. I didn’t watch his face but I heard his jaw fall slack I wasn’t even into my second trimester and I lost the baby.

his knuckles go white as he grips his hands together tight and all I can do is memorize the designed lines on his hands remember how good their grasp felt on my waist holding my hand tight caressing my face tossing my hand away to avoid suspicion brushing me away so I wouldn't be seen touching him how am I still aching for the fix of that contact when it was always so fragile and fleeting? but the times when he did was so GOD I want it I miss it How am I going to live without it? I’m better off emotionally but can I really survive without being next to him? The last few years were impossible I wanted to forget him but he was all that I had in my mind every day This was all I knew all that would ever have me all that I could ever love and love me in return

I’d had it all in my hands and it slipped away in an instant

On purpose? he whispers

And all the fantasy of him loving me again goes out the window. I want to rip him in half. Of course not All I wanted was that baby I couldn’t have you, I wanted a family I was at work and I just miscarried. I don’t know. I feel my face tighten in fury How could you ever think-

I’m sorry, he interrupts. I thought for a moment if you were that angry that you could have ended it just to spite me

I can’t answer I can understand his thought He just doesn’t know how wrong he is how I would have given anything everything to make that dream real And the tears just fall from my eyes.

He reaches for my hands across the table. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you. I know I said that a baby would have been impossible But with you, I would have been there involved Don’t cry, amor, he begs. at the sound or the idea of amor, I break down further.

He’s quiet for far too long The only sound I make are my shallow sobs He rubs circles against the back of my hand with his thumb to soothe me but it chills me.

Was it ever really love, I gasp. It was for me, but was it for you?

The lack of an immediate yes almost says everything but do you know how much trust you have to have in someone to fall back into their arms every time someone does you wrong?

His words escape him slowly and I wonder if he’s struggling due to pain or calculating what to say to win me. I’ve felt more for you than I’ve ever felt for anyone but I’ve also never hurt anyone more than I’ve hurt you

I can’t take that back but I can tell you what I feel and tell you I’m sorry I just want you to be happy I’ve never been good enough for you I’m never going to be good enough for you So I want to help you end this in a way that you can move on

Yes, you’ve always been more emotionally attached than I was We know I’m not great with feelings That doesn’t mean I didn’t love you That doesn’t mean I don’t love you I just know we can’t be together I want better for you I want you to have what you deserve I’m just sorry that it cant be us together.

Then do you regret us ever being together at all? I say it before I could think wish my mouth could swallow the words back

He studies the lines in my knuckles how white they’ve gone in my clammy grip. I’m ready to tell him to forget I mentioned it. But. Just because we didn’t work out doesn’t mean you’re not the best thing that has ever happened to me. You made me better. But I broke you down. I just want you to grow beyond this because you deserve more than what I did to you.

No words are left Nothing is left This was supposed to soothe the wound but it’s reopened it and poured salt in

Now that we’ve talked about it do you feel better? The question sounds like the best of intentions but I can tell he seeks relief of the pressure of responsibility.

I’d been so strong so vocal so determined and I crumble and I instinctively lie. Yeah, definitely.

I just need him to hold me again kiss me like he means it pull me against him enclose my hand in his tell me he does love me instead of delicately choosing is words

I don’t know how ill he must have made me to have me want to tear myself apart inside but also have him make love to me one last time.

Drained from the tears and emotions that flowed from me I had to clean up Let me go to the bathroom, I whisper a nervous smile probably seeming too genuine He nods with a mirrored grin and watches me walk away the only bathroom available a handicapped family restroom a large room designed for space with strollers and wheelchairs but brought so much more to mind But no. He said no. We can’t. It’s done. I shut the door. Not pressing in the button to lock. Maybe subconsciously on purpose.

My head is in the sink splashing the water flow into my face and all of a sudden he’s behind me. I don’t know why you put so much effort into trying to be beautiful, he whispers You’re already perfect.

I laugh at his obvious lie because I’m a mess.

It took no more than a fraction of a breath for him to be against me his hands on my hips pulling me against him If I had started to let this go, it's all over now. I’m gone. I need this.

You’re not a mess You’re perfect in every way I’m just sorry it took me this long to realize it, what I’ll be missing out on. And now what?

Now what Now what The thought is racing around in my mind Now? It’s done There’s no ‘Now what’ like anything could lead to more but he’s touching me

And he’s kissing the side of my neck my head is lolling to the opposite side the bumps under my skin are rising to the surface And I have to be dreaming but you don’t feel fire like this in your dreams

Baby, I hiss, my hands flying back to clutch his wrists for support He nips at my skin and I know that’s a sign to shut up I roll my body into the feeling What else could I say? My thoughts are racing too fast for me to catch them And all I want is to scream out for him in warning in pleasure in protest in excitement

this is wrong

you just let go you talked it out you let it all out of your system this is supposed to be the end

but how fitting for us to have one more raunchy, hidden fuck before it was all over

I don’t want to be without you So give me one last memory of how good it feels to be inside you

My mind flashes to the movie I’d watched with friends the week before Leonardo DiCaprio as the Wolf of Wall Street and right before his wife says she’s done with him for good she tells him to fuck her like it was the last time to give it to her like he’d never get to again

And the thought crosses my mind to try to maintain whatever upper hand i thought I had

I don’t have her willpower or strength that she did to force the ending I miss him too much to push him away I still need as much of him as he will allow me

He’s not allowing much flipping our hands quickly so he’s gripping my wrists taking both in the large grip of one palm and works at the button of my jeans with another

I’d worn them on purpose No easy access He had said public for safety and to avoid this possibility but I knew our repertoire far too well to fully believe it So I got dressed this morning thinking this was best that if something like this happened it would take concerted effort to undo and I could think it through before making this mistake

there’s no thinking happening like when something passes by so quickly you can’t even see it ideas racing so fast I can’t grasp onto any but his lips are now kissing up my spine as he’s pushing up my shirt and my pants are around my knees and he’s rubbing the head of his dick over the damp patch of my panties So wet for me, mama, he groans. Como siempre. Lo nuestro se esta acabando pero siempre te pensarás en mi. No me crees pero te quiero tanto te amo tanto

I need it to drag out I need this to last But now he’s already just moving my underwear to the side and sliding the tip of his cock over my folds but avoiding my clit tells me that this is going to be over as quickly as it began Daddy dámelo, I hiss, knowing that will bring him to the edge make this rougher drive him closer to losing his mind give me the intensity I'm anticipating

But I’m wrong He crouches down behind me His tongue touches my clit and I’m reaching for any bit of the faucet for stability Oh God, Daddy, I nearly scream biting my lip grinding my hips against his face more more i want more need more

Taste so good, baby so fucking good, mama His tongue toys with me and I’m trying to keep my balance I bite into my arm to keep from yelling and all of a sudden I’m vacant and he’s standing and the tip of his cock is tracing where his tongue just was

Gonna fuck you so good, mamita, he breathes out, you're going to think of nothing but me for weeks You want this to be done but you wouldn’t be this desperate for my dick if you were ready to let this go

And for once I just want him to shut the fuck up do what I thought we shouldn’t but we still both clearly wanted

Ri chard, I plead, trying to move my hands to pull him close, but his grip on my wrists behind my back is unrelenting. I’m nearly crying in desperation and want

This is it and I don’t know how to take one last taste and give it up but he’s finally inside and I almost scream before I remember where we are

in public you know, what was supposed to prevent this

you just spent this entire time trying to fool yourself you wanted this you needed this you were aching for him to bend you over and fuck you dirty fucking slut you don’t know how to love a man unless you let him dick you down what a whore

there’s no pause between him slamming into me from behind pulling out from inside me laying me down on the dirty tile floor stepping between my legs with my pants and shoes still binding my ankles together and him crouching down to get on top of me my heels at the base of his back and he’s thrusting in on top of me, leaning down and kissing me and it’s never this intimate it’s fast and rushed and down to it never really kissing me and taking the time to connect and maybe he's trying to hold on just like i am

and fuck this was all so spur of the moment he didn’t put on protection I could be set to go down the same road creating life and living without him but I’m not going to stop him I can’t risk this stopping here and letting go

te amo, he grunts te amo te amo lo siento te amo

and for a flash of a second I believe him want to believe him but my body knows better as I scratch my nails across his shoulders let his next ‘her’ see this

Loving and being sorry don’t fuck like this You fuck like this when you want to get off. when you only care about the sensation of your body and not the person you’re riding

But it’s over we just said it was over why lie? what would he get out of lying at this point? he’s getting what he wants, he doesn’t have to say it

just because the players are tiring of the length of the game doesn’t mean it’s come to an end

I’m going to find myself in this position in another six months wanting to be rid of how toxic his touch is to me but needing that drug to feel alive be alive

He tilts his hips and hits a different spot and I’m close to screaming again nothing is ever going to feel this good nothing is ever going to set me alight like this nothing is ever going to complete me like he does

and I don’t realize I’m moaning words aloud te amo, papi te amo tanto until he smiles against my neck

Asi es, amorcita You’re so fucking wet baby God, I’m never gonna get over how good you are. I’m fucking you so goddamn good your thighs are shaking You gonna cum for me, mamita?

He never cares about that first He cares about him Does that mean he’s come to care about me that way? That heightens me enough to make me explode right then

Si, si si si And I climax around him, clutching him to my body tight he pumps into me a few more times before he follows suit And the high only lasts for a moment before the realization washes over me

It’s done.

We can lay here together on the filthy linoleum hoping it’s not real or maybe that’s still just me but it’s done and i’m going to leave this room this building and let him go

You’re a fucking idiot. You gave in. You gave him what he wanted. This isn't the end, this is it starting up again. You'll be in his bed again next week.

what if he tells me he wants me now what if this isn’t over i was so strong willed when this began that I wasn’t going to let him back in. Now that he’s back inside I can’t shut him back out

Knock Knock Knock Someone outside. Public. Shit.

He and I almost trip over each trying to fix our clothes. Two people rushing out haphazardly clothes askew hair disheveled this isn’t going to look conspicuous at all.

I examine myself in the mirror above the sink eyeliner is running down my cheeks my hair is a tangled mess my cheeks and neck are flushed red my lips are swollen and red from his attention

And the messiest of all is how I’m now feeling

He leads me out of the room holding my hand trailing behind him adjusting my crossbody bag rushing out the door

And he pulls me outside lets the glass double doors swing closed pushes me against the wall

And we’re laughing at the rush his forehead is pressed against mine but the chuckles subside and then it’s just quiet.

We can’t say I’ll miss you We can’t say I love you We can’t say anything We don’t know where this is going to go

Or maybe I was pretending so it wouldn’t hurt as much.

He gulps. Where’s your car?

And we walk to it silent and I don’t know what to do until he holds my hands in his my back to the drivers’ side door.

It was always us, mama. I hope you can forgive me. It’s already done. I don’t need to say it. Anything he wants from me is always done instantly.

And he presses his lips to mine and holds my cheek in his hand and he says something else but I’m too far away in my mind to hear it and then he’s walking away like so many times before but this is different.

I don’t remember getting out my keys or opening the door or sitting down or turning the ignition or driving down a curved road where I’m now parked on the shoulder and sobbing until I’m almost sick

It’s said that overcoming an addiction is difficult but you never truly overcome anything You may not practice the same habit You may not ingest the substance anymore You don't get the same high But you still think about it Even years later at a low point you can remember how the drug raced through your veins and you know you want it need it can't live without it how have you been surviving this far? But then you can look in the mirror know it’s not healthy it’s bad for you it could kill you And though it's a daily struggle and it fucking hurts you’re better off without it

relapses happen sometimes with addiction he and I still message each other every six months with an I miss you the other might even respond with a me too but it never unfolds into more

and it feels like mourning over ashes yearning for what once before it went up in flames and sitting by the pile left in its wake sifting the remnants through your fingers focused on the memories hoping if you stare at it long enough that it’ll return to true form but there’s no bringing it back it’s over and gone and all that’s left to do is move on

again.

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Mystery Kids and the Case of the Whispering Rock

Summary: Norman, Neil, Coraline, Wybie, Raz and Lili arrive at Grunkle Stan’s Summer Camp with the hope of having a summer of fun, or in the case of the two Psychonauts, with the intent of investigating a psychic disturbance. When they meet two twins that seem to be experts on the secrets of Gravity Falls, they find themselves reluctantly teaming up. But how much can they actually trust each other? There are secrets in this town, but more surprising are the secrets being kept from each other.

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Chapter 20: The Footprint

“Neil, are you okay?” Norman asked as he leaned over and helped Neil back on his feet. Neil had tripped and fallen in the chaos of trying to chase after Lili and Norman had stopped to help him. The rest of the kids had rushed ahead, not noticing that the two of them were left behind.

“Umm… Norman?” Neil asked hesitantly.

“Come on Neil, we have to hurry.” He tugged on the sleeve of his Neil’s shirt, but his friend wasn’t moving.

“Norman…” Neil said again, more urgently this time.

“What is it?” Norman asked while turning around to face his friend.

“Bigfoot isn’t real, right?” Neil was looking down at the ground.

Norman’s eyes followed Neil’s gaze. He felt his mouth fall open as he stared at the imprint on the ground. It looked like it had come from a bare human foot, but it had to be at least three times the size of a regular grown man’s foot. The imprint was pressed deep into the soft soil and there was no mistaking it for what it was.

“Maybe it's someone’s idea of a joke?” Norman supplied weakly.

“All the way out here?” Neil asked.

Norman shrugged. “I… I don’t know.” Norman took out his phone and snapped a picture of the imprint. “Come on,” Norman said looking up at his friend. “We’re going to get lost if we can’t catch up with everyone else.”

“I don’t know about you, but I’m already lost.”

Norman and Neil didn’t have to travel far before they heard familiar voices.

“There you guys are!” Dipper said in relief as Norman and Neil reached the clearing. “I was worried you guys got lost. It’s not a good idea to get separated in this forest!”

Norman blinked in surprise. He hadn’t expected Dipper to be so worried about them. The way Dipper said ‘this forest’ made it sound like other forests were fine to wander around in, but there was something sinister about this forest in particular.

“S-sory,” Norman apologized. “What’s goin- Oh. Wow.”

“Yeah, that seems to be the general consensus, cuz,” Coraline agreed.

Norman couldn’t take his eyes off the giant oak tree and the cabin nestled on its largest branch. He didn’t think those types of trees could grow that big.

“So Wybie, any idea on how to get up there?” Coraline asked. “It looks like there’s a rope ladder handing over that branch. If we can free it, then the ladder might reach all the way down here."

Coraline was right. Norman could see a rope ladder attached to the large branch the cabin was built on top of. However, instead of the rope ladder extending to the ground, it had been thrown up and around a much smaller branch higher up.

“I’m not even sure we should go up there,” Dipper reasoned. “Someone could still be living in there and they might not be friendly.”

“Are you kidding?” Coraline asked, turning to Dipper in disbelief. “There is a mysterious cabin in the woods up in a tree that looks like it came out of a fairytale. Not only that, but some sort of crazy magic spell drew Lili here, and you just want to ignore it? Yes, this is the part in the movie where everyone gets cursed, but come on, can you really walk away without seeing what’s inside?” Coraline asked, gesturing up to the tree.

Dipper bit his lip worriedly, but with the way he glanced up at the tree, his expression more akin to a mix between bafflement and curiosity instead of fear, Norman knew his cousin had won. Dipper wanted to know what was in the cabin just as much as the rest of them.

"If I had my tools I could make a piton and a belay device," Wybie suggested when Dipper didn’t say anything more. "Whoever is best at climbing can hammer the piton into the tree and if they fall the rope would catch them-”

Lili whirled around, her eyes blazing.

"You are not hurting that tree," she growled.

Wybie took a weary step back from the girl. "O-okay, s-sorry! So, uhh... then what do we do?"

"Raz, where are you going?" Neil asked.

Everyone looked up to see Raz nearing the tree.

"We just have to get that rope ladder down, right?" Raz asked while placing his fingers in between the cracks in the bark.

"Sure, but no one can climb that thing on their own," Dipper said skeptically. "And even if you could get part way up, you'll fall before you reach the top."

Raz chucked as he hoisted himself up by his fingers, his feet supporting him against the trunk of the tree. Raz didn't hesitate as he continued to use nothing but his gloved fingers to climb up the groves in the bark.

"Don't worry,” Raz said as he turned his head to look down at them, flashing them cocky smile. “I don't fall."

Norman’s mouth fell open as Raz continued to climb up, not even hesitating for a second on where to place his hands.

"Wow!" Mabel gasped. "He’s super fast!"

Lili rolled her eyes. "Show off," she scoffed, but Norman didn't miss the smile Lili was attempting to conceal.

Raz scaled the tree to the first, and largest, branch effortlessly. There were professional athletes couldn't pull off a feat like that, and yet, Raz did it so easily.

"Okay, I'm up!” Raz announced. “Wow, you guys should see this thing up close.” He was staring at the wooden cabin and edged closer out of curiosity.

"Don't go in alone!" Dipper wrung his hands nervously.

"Yeah! Send down the ladder!" Coraline agreed.

Raz moved to examine the ladder. The end was tied around the large branch Raz was standing on, but the rest of the ladder was hung over another, smaller branch above Raz's head.

Raz tugged at the ladder to pull it down, but it didn't move. Raz tugged harder, and the branch above him shook, but the latter still didn't dislodge.

"It's stuck!" Raz shouted down to them. "Hold on, I'm going to untangle it."

Raz returned to the trunk and began to climb up the tree until he was standing on the branch the ladder was hanging over. It was a thin branch, no thicker than the width of Raz’ shoe. Raz had a firm grip on the trunk of the tree, but he was slowly moving away from the trunk as he took another step out onto the branch.

"Whoa! Be careful!" Neil called after him in concern.

"Raz!" Dipper shouted. "What are you doing?"

Norman didn’t understand what the boy was planning. The end of the rope ladder was still quite a few feet out of his reach. He would have to completely let go of the trunk of the tree to-

To Norman’s utter horror, Raz let go of the trunk, spread his arms spread out wide to keep his balance, and started walking further out on the thin branch as if it were a balance beam.

Norman inhaled sharply and he heard Coraline do the same.

"Are you crazy?" Wybie yelled up at him as Raz continued to walk confidently along the branch.

"Lili, tell him to stop!" Coraline yelled, her wide eyes glancing fearfully at Lili as if the girl could do something about the situation.

"Why?" Lili asked with a shrug. "If he falls it's his own fault, but like he said, he's not going to fall."

"Look!" Mabel shouted. "He's almost there! He's really good!"

Raz bent his knees and sat down on the branch as if it were a comfortable bench and not a sudden drop to potential death. He freed the ladder from around the branch and threw it down. It hung from the tree, swinging back and forth only two feet above the forest floor.

Raz effortlessly used both his hands to prop himself up on the branch, swung his legs back on top of the branch, and then stood up again all in one swift move. Norman assumed the was going to head back to the trunk of the tree and climb down the way he came up, but instead, Raz jumped backward off of the thin tree branch.

Norman heard himself gasp for a second time; the sudden image of meeting Raz’s ghost completely paralyzed him in fear.

Instead of falling to his death, Raz gracefully flipped once in the air, and then landed squarely on the giant tree branch that the cabin was resting on.

There was a stunned silence before Mabel and Neil broke out into loud clapping and cheers. Raz bowed with a flourish and Coraline raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, as impressive as that was... that was completely unnecessary," Coraline said, her amused voice slightly breathless as if she had been holding it.

"How did you do that?" Mabel asked. "Are you a gymnast?"

"Something like that," Raz answered from where he stood above them. "My dad taught me and it kinda runs in my family."

Coraline approached the rope ladder and gave it an expectant tug. “It seems sturdy enough.” She raised her voice a little louder. “How does it look from your end, Raz?”

Raz was examining where the rope ladder was wrapped around the large branch. “It looks like it will hold, but come up one at a time, just in case.”

Coraline went first as everyone climbed the ladder one by one. The rope ladder was surprisingly strong, but the way it swung back and forth without any support made Norman feel dizzy.

Once they were all on the main branch, the kids gathered on the front porch of the cabin. The railing on the front porch made Norman feel a bit safer. When he looked down over the edge, it was hard to comprehend how large this tree was that an entire cabin could easily sit on just one branch. The branch forked into two branches, each branch providing mote support for the cabin to rest on. The cabin also had additional wooden supports underneath to even out the weight.

Norman worriedly glance at Neil, who looked paler than usual and was gripping the railing with white-knuckled hands.

"Are you okay?" Norman asked.

"I just... don't like heights," Neil admitted while stepping nervously away from the edge. "I'll be okay if I don't look down."

"You didn't have to come up here," Norman said worriedly.

Neil shook his head and he gave Norman a queasy, but a genuine smile. "Are you kidding? I love tree houses! I've always wanted one of my own."

"Why do you want a tree house if you don't like heights?" Dipper asked.

"Just because I'm a bit scared doesn't mean I don't think they’re awesome," Neil explained cheerfully.

"Well, how’s your fear of old potentially cursed cabins?" Coraline asked him as she looked up at the cabin looming in front of them. "Because we're going in."

See, I knew these next few chapters would come out quicker! I hope you enjoyed this one!

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lovinitkpop · 5 years

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Brown Sugar and Honey

This one is about a new girl group at SM. You could say EXO sister group there may be a love line put in it who really knows. I mean I know but then again I might not know. Heads up I’m sorry for any spelling mistakes or grammar mistakes after rereading it over and over I can’t deal with it.

Oh the reason I came up with this title is because the main OC is black and DO KyungSoo looks damn sexy and handsome when his skin is dark and tan and NOT WHITE WASHED!!!!! STOP THE WHITE WASHING!!!!!!!!

If there is a love line then it will be my first Kyungsoo series. Hope you like it but if you don’t guess what I don’t give two shits leave my blog then. Anyways enjoy bye.

Warnings: Fluffy, Angst, Language, Bullying, Stupid, May not make senses, Brain frat, May not have smut, Trigger, Suicide talk, Racism, Blood, etc.

Pairing: OC x DO Kyungsoo

Chapter 23

February 4, 2019

The girls sit around talking for a bit as the music plays. The girls were guest on NCT’s Night Night show after a busy schedule.

“Okay so we are here with Royal 1004 talking about their two most recent singles.” Jaehyun says smiling as he looks back up looking at the girls.

“Yes Nightingale and Broken heart.” Johnny says looking at his notes. “I like Nightingale more plus the video.”

“Aren’t you in the video?” Jaehyun says looking at Johnny. The just laugh watching as Johnny smiles sheepishly.

“That’s because he’s Nessie unnie Romeo.” Eunjin says smiling watching them.

“So tell us Romeo why do you like the video?” Jisoo asks smiling evilly as she looks at Johnny.

“Well I like it because; it’s like the video you girls did for MAMAs it’s strong and hints at much more than you are letting on.”

Renesmee hums looking away as she just sits there sipping from her bottle. “Both songs and videos are really dark and mysterious.” Johnny continues as he looks at them girls.

The girls nod as they listen to him speak. “True they are dark but they could pull a 360 and turn back into the cute princess.” Jaehyun speaks up looking at Johnny.

Renesmee hums with a smirk as she looks down at her lap. “You’ve been rather silent tonight Nessie?” Jaehyun says looking over at her.

Renesmee smiles evilly taking another sip of her drink. Jaehyun then looks at Moka as she smile. He then turns looking at Johnny as he also takes a sip of his drink.

She tilts her head running her fingers through her hair. “I have no reason to talk anymore.” She gives a short and simple reply.

“Really you have nothing to say?”

“That’s right even if I did no one would listen to me.” She speaks leaning on the table watching him.

“It seems you have been talking less ever since the end of last year.” Jaehyun tilts his head looking at her.

“Well you know me, I’ve always been the shy type.” Renesmee smiles looking at her drink. “Is there something you want me to say?”

“Why don’t you tell us the meaning of all this.” He asks waving his hand and she sits up sitting back in her chair.

“Aw but where’s the fun in that?” Renesmee speaks teasing them as she pouts. “If I were to just tell you it will make everything boring.”

“Come on tell us about the drama everyone wants to know what’s going on.”

“Wolves are very protective over Romeo; isn’t that right?” Renesmee speaks as she looks at Johnny.

“Yes.” Johnny says nodding his head.

“What about you?” Jaehyun asks.

Renesmee smiles evilly humming. “What about me?”

Jaehyun sighs rubbing his temples. “What happened to you; did you lose your wings people want to know.” He speaks trying to get some answers.

“Wow and angel with no wings.” Sora says shaking her head.

“If I lost my wings I’d think I cry.” Roxay speaks pouting as she leans her head on Renesmee.

“But she did lose her wings?” Jaehyun says his voice sounding confuse. “Right at the concert the video….”

“That shadow thing ripped your wings?”

Renesmee smiles watching Jaehyun trying to figure it out. “I think people are reading too much into it.” She says pushing her hair back.

“Since I know what will happen I will tell you.”

“Please because this is all confusing me.” Jaehyun says shaking his head.

“Okay nothing is happening and nothing happened okay for us to lose our wings we must go against the greater power.”

Renesmee speaks nodding her head as she hold her mic. “And or someone destiny has changed and their fate is altered.”

“Okay fine good next question will there be a kiss scene?” Jaehyun asks causing Johnny to choke on his drink.

The girls start laughing looking over at him. “Come on the fans want to know; you push him away like every time he tries to kiss you.” Jaehyun continues speaking.

“Love is a tricky game especially for an angel so maybe she’s not sure if she ready to kiss him.” Moka says resting her head on her palm.

“You know he is only human after all.” Eunjin says smiling.

Renesmee hums watching them as they speaks. “I don’t know I don’t trust him still; there’s no way he’s human.” Xiaoling speaks folding her arms looking at Johnny.

“You’re right how do you really know if I’m human?” Johnny goes along with the bantering.

“I knew we shouldn’t have trusted him.” Jisoo says eyeing Johnny and he smirks leaning back in his seat.

“Oh come on you can trust Romeo, I would do nothing to hurt an angel.” Johnny smiles looking at her. “Weren’t you the one to pick me to play the part of Romeo?”

“We only picked you because you and Nessie unnie make a cute couple.” Yiyang says watching him now Renesmee coughs choking on her drink.

Roxay and Chaoxing both start laughing watching her. “Well then why don’t we get into Royal 1004 second single Broken Heart.”

Renesmee looks over at Yiyang as Jisoo hands her napkin. Yiyang just smiles watching her and Renesmee sighs getting up. Renesmee walks out the room pushing her hair back.

“I was only kidding; okay maybe not 100% but still I was just messing with her.”

“She’s not mad.” Roxay says as she sits there looking at her phone. “Trust me she’s fine.” She says nodding her head.

February 10, 2019

“SM has confrimed that Renesmee of Royal 1004 will stay with the group until the end of their first tour.”

The girls sit there watching a YouTube video. “It seems some people have mixed feelings about her leaving.” The males says looking at some notes.

“New photos and videos have popped up of Nessie having meetings or being scolded at on many different sns.”

“There are also photos and audio clips of her being bullied by managers and other workers; now I have heard stories of how idols and trainees are treated but these new findings have me worried.”

“Would you guys stop watching that and go to bed.” Renesmee says placing her bag on her shoulder. “I’ll be back and before you ask I’m fine promise.”

She smiles before leaving the dorm. The girls sit there looking at the hall before looking back at the tv. “You don’t think she’s hiding something do you?”

Renesmee makes her way back to the company. “Hurry up you’re late!” One male yells hitting her on her back as she walks past them.

“Okay I want you to go over the dance we’ve been doing!” The choreographer says pushing Renesmee to the middle of the floor.

“No slacking you wanted to stay in the group for the tour; so that means you keep your end of the deal.”

Let’s go back shall we; you see here back in December the girls had their first meeting about going on tour. So with that being said they were still talking about kicking her out the group.

But Renesmee begged to stay saying she’ll do anything. So they’d agree to let her stay if she did what they told her to do. After they agreed to let her stay that’s when the torture started.

With the late night meetings and dance practices. She was there more than anyone now. They stopped letting her help or choreography their dances. They started changing stuff little by little.

They gave her anything and everything to keep her busy. Even doing coffee runs for them. And if they didn’t like what she was doing; then she’d paid the price. If she didn’t follow what they told her she’d paid the price.

And she did all of it taking everything they throw at her just to stay. Did she tell the girls of course not. They still thought everything was okay. Which they aren’t things are very far from being ok.

Renesmee didn’t mind to much. It did help keep her up. Which she was happy about, because if she was up she couldn’t sleep. But she hardly sleep anyways. If she didn’t sleep she couldn’t have the same night terror.

Which is the main reason she didn’t sleep in the first place. She’d rather go though all this pain just to keep those images out her head.

Renesmee closes her eyes as she dances the same dance for like the 80th time. The choreographer hums watching her and he grabs one of the canes and throws it at her feet.

“Wake up!” He yells just as the cane rolls under her foot as she steps down. Renesmee gasp feeling her foot slip. She hits the floor twisting her ankle.

“Get up and start over.”

“Yes sir.” Renesmee looks at her ankle seeing the bruises from the other day still there. She quickly pushes herself up and starts dancing again.

Once she finishes doing the dance for the 1000th time she makes her way to the meeting room. “About time you got here.”

Renesmee bows apologizing to everyone. Once she is seated they start the meeting about the tour. “Now we already went over everything with you and the girls but we may add something.”

Renesmee nods sitting there listening to them. After 6 hours of sitting there her manager walks in. “What are you doing in here?”

Renesmee jumps standing up bowing. “Uh um…” Renesmee looks around the room not sure what to say. “They asked me for my help.” She lies looking at the floor biting her lip.

“Go back to the dorm now!” He says looking at her and she bows grabbing her bag limping out. “I told you all to leave her alone.”

He says scolding the others as he stands there. “You stay out of this.” One man says pointing at him.

Her manager smirks folding his arms. “Leave her alone you don’t know who you are messing with.” He speaks watching them.

“You are doing nothing but causing trouble for everyone.”

“No that….th…that thing…” The man speaks getting angry. “That unruly rude black fat ass is causing trouble!” He says and the other nod standing behind him.

“Back off or else last warning.” Her manager says before walking out the room.

February 14, 2019

“And next time you call your manager for help we won’t be so easy on you.” One of the males in suits says kicking Renesmee again she lays on the floor.

“Now get up!” One yells looking at her and she winces as she struggles to get up. “That’s a good girl now why don’t you put on your happy smile like always and go before you cause more trouble.” He speaks patting her cheek laughing.

Renesmee nods smiling as she picks up her bag. She sighs as she walks out the room closing her eyes. Renesmee makes her way to the bathroom closing the door.

She looks at the sink coughing tasting the blood in her mouth. “You can get through this….” She speaks closing her eyes. “You promised you wouldn’t leave them….”

Renesmee spits into the sink sighing. “Just do as they say….don’t cause trouble….” She keeps speaking as she fights to keep standing up. “Don’t let anyone know….don’t let them see you cry…don’t show them the pain….”

“Don’t ask for help….you can take the abuse….” She says her voice shaking as she covers her mouth. She winces in pain biting her lip. “Being bullied and abuse is nothing new to you….just have to keep quiet until it’s over.”

“Keeping quiet is the only way you’ll live….” Renesmee nods wiping her face as she fixes her hair. “Just keep smiling like always.”

Renesmee nods before pulling out her phone. “I need to buy bandages and wraps, also pain pills for ankle and ribs.” She says typing on her phone making a list. “Oh and a wrap for my wrist, gotta hide these bruise till they disappear.”

Renesmee smiles nodding as she looks at her list. “Right now smiles and be happy.” She says putting her phone back in her pocket as she walks out.

Renesmee walks down the hall bowing to everyone smiling. “Noona!” Chenle and Jisung screams running over to her. Chenle smiles hugging her.

“Hey boys.” She says hugging them laughing ignoring the pain. As they stand there Renesmee looks up seeing WinWin walk over. He bows looking at her. “Hey WinWin.”

“Hi….uh manager hyung is looking for you two.” WinWin says looking at Chenle and Jisung. They both pout looking back a Renesmee.

“Go we can hangout later promise.” She says letting them go. They both nod before running off again. “Well I’ll see you around.” She nods as she turns to walk off.

“Umm noona could you make me some of that stuff too.” WinWin asks rubbing the back of his neck. He looks at the floor biting his lip.

“Really you want some too?” Renesmee asks speaking in Chinese. WinWin hums looking back up hearing her.

“Well I tried some of hyung and it was good.” He says finally looking at her and he smiles shyly. Renesmee nods pulling her phone out making a note.

“Okay when I make theirs I’ll make you some too.” She says nodding putting her phone up. WinWin stands there watching her for a bit. “Is there something wrong?”

WinWin blinks shaking his head. “I uh well you seem close with other people…” He starts off rubbing the back of his head. “Uh I…you…can we…never mind….”

Renesmee smiles covering her mouth. “Are you saying you want to be close with me like the others?” She says biting back a giggle and WinWin looks back at her hearing her.

“You do know I not really close with everyone.” She asks and he nods looking at her. “I love to be close friends with you but…”

WinWin hums watching her as he tilts his head. “But what…why can’t we be close?” He asks and she giggles covering her mouth again.

“I like skinship as to where you don’t.” Renesmee says rocking on her toes looking up at him. WinWin smiles looking down at the floor then back at her.

“For you I can handle it.” He says putting his hands in his pockets. She smiles back at him tilting her head to the side. WinWin looks at her in disbelief. “There’s no way you were born in 95.”

“Yup in China on the 24th year of the pig.” She says looking up at him. WinWin lifts a brow watching her. She smiles watching his face. “The fans are right you are cute.”

WinWin covers his face feeling his face get red. Renesmee smiles biting her lip watching him. WinWin groans wiping his face shaking his head.

“No I won’t let you win, I can handle the teasing and skinship.” He says sounding like he was trying to convince himself more than her.

“Do you think you can?” She asks and he closes his eyes nodding. WinWin opens his eyes looking at her.

“Unnie!” Eunjin runs over to her with Moka and Yiyang. “Guess what!”

WinWin looks at them bowing and they bow back. “What?” Renesmee asks looking at them and Moka pulls out her phone.

“Our mv has over 10 million views within 3 hours.” Moka says showing Renesmee and she hums looking at the screen. Yiyang smiles nodding looking at the screen.

WinWin pulls out his phone pulling up the video. “I see well then we should go we have a stage today.” Renesmee looks at them then back at WinWin. “Bye bye Sicheng.”

Renesmee says waving to him as she leaves. WinWin freezes hearing her use his real name. He blushes waving back before going to find the others.

“Let’s go girls.” Their manager says walking pass them. They nod following him to the vans. Once they get there the girls get ready for their stage.

Renesmee manager pulls Renesmee to the side looking at her. “Are you okay?” He asks looking at her and Renesmee bites her lip pulling free.

“I can’t cause trouble.” She says backing away from him. He looks at her then looks at her arm. “I’m fine I don’t need he….”

She starts to speaks but he grabs her arm and she gasp as he pushes against her side. Renesmee falls to her knees shaking and he sighs. “Your ribs are bruised and so is your arm.”

Renesmee groans pulling free getting back up. “I get your my manager but you are making it worse.” She closes her eyes going back to the others.

The girls get on stage getting ready to prerecord One Wish. Once they finish they go and get change for their live stage.

“Hey sis you okay you’re starting to shake?” Jisoo says placing her hand on Renesmee shoulder. Renesmee grabs her tumblr taking a sip of her drink.

“Yeah I’m fine sis.” Renesmee smiles looking up at her as she sits there. Jisoo smiles nodding before walking to the door. “Let’s go out there and have fun.”

February 24, 2019

Renesmee walks up to NCT dorm holding some bags. She knocks on the door waiting smiling as she hears Ten and Jungwoo fighting to get to the door.

“Really guys calm down.” Johnny says opening the door. “Nessie!” He says smiling and she bows watching him.

“You wanna grab the boxes right there?” She steps to the side ticking her head to the side. She steps inside bowing to the others. Johnny nods walking over grabbing the boxes following her.

She walks down the hall following the sound of the yelling boys. “Noona!” Chenle says seeing Renesmee and she smiles.

WinWin pulls him back walking up to Renesmee in three steps. “Happy birthday.” He says speaking Chinese and Renesmee hums as he hugs her.

“Hey!” Chenle says looking at WinWin as he wraps his arms around Renesmee. Renesmee giggles watching him and she looks up at WinWin.

“I’m her baby back off.” Chenle says pulling Renesmee away from him and she looks at him.

“How are you her baby?” Taeyong asks sitting there watching him. Renesmee hugs Chenle then bows to the others setting the bags down.

“Since when are you her baby?”

“Since she told me I was.” Chenle says looking at Taeyong and he smirks.

“He’s not lying.” She adds.

“Here you go boys.” Renesmee smiles as she pulls out the tumblrs. “Are you all making sure that you are washing the others out?” She asks before looking at WinWin handing his.

“Wow I get my own?” He asks and she nods smiling.

“Yeah you have to have your own it has your own symbol.” She says looking at him smiling and he nods.

“This is how you spend your birthday?” Taeil asks watching her and she nods. “Really?”

“Well they were doing one of those things where I can spend my birthday with the fans but…”

“You’re not going are you?” Johnny asks taking his new tumblr. Renesmee bites her lip sighing before looking at him.

“No one will be there, so why go?” She says looking at him and he shakes his head. “Plus for some reason my manager doesn’t want me up at the company at night anymore.”

“Because you over work yourself.” Ten says sitting on the couch looking at her. He grabs his tumblr taking a swig.

“Anyways no mixing them you guys.” She speaks pushing her hair back. Johnny opens one box.

“Why does this one have my name and that has Chenle?” Jisung asks looking at the boxes.

“I talked to your boys manager getting info; only drink from the one with your name.” She points to them and they nod.

“It will help with your health and diet.” She rubs her neck tilting her head to the side. “This should last till the end of next month.”

Johnny nods smiling picking up one box. Taeyong grabs one and Ten grabs the last one. “We had to convince our manager we needed a second fridge for this stuff.”

Jisung says as they put the boxes up to keep them cold. Jungwoo and Kun come walking back holding some bags. “Happy birthday noona.”

They say handing her the bags and she gasps holding them. “You didn’t have to get me anything.” She says looking at them then down at the bags.

“We know but we saw them and knew we had to get it.” Kun says smiling as he watches her. “Besides we have the other set.”

“Yeah we had to ask Jisoo noona for your size.” Jungwoo says nodding and Renesmee laughs as she nods pulling out the jacket.

Mark walks in with Haechan holding bags as well. “We got you something too.” They say putting them on the table.

“We all got you something.” Jaehyun smiles bringing more bags out and Renesmee covers her mouth looking at the bags.

“Yeah some of us did the couple clothes and some of us got you other stuff.” Doyoung speaks and she nods looking at everything.

“You’ll know what is from who.” Mark says nodding and she hums.

“Oh me and Ten got you extra stuff to go along more with our group.” Taeyong says looking at the bag then smiles pointing to the black bag.

Ten smiles wrapping his arms around Renesmee. “For our devil leader.” He says and she tilts her head looking at him.

“Speaking of devil I may have a few new songs for us.” She says wiggling out his arms picking up some of the bags. “But I have to go so I will talk to you boys later.”

WinWin grabs some bags as Jungwoo takes the ones from Renesmee hands and she pouts. “Bye.” Chenle says hugging her.

“Bye bye my baby.” Renesmee smiles again hugging him. Renesmee then bows to the others waving bye. She heads to the door walking outside to her car.

“Thanks boys.” She says thanking them as she bows. The boys shake their head putting the bags in the car. She hugs them bye before getting into the car.

Renesmee looks at her phone sighing as she takes off down the road. She makes her way to EXO house looking at the time. She walks up to the door knocking carrying three boxes.

Chanyeol opens the door and hums seeing the boxes. “Uh?” He says looking down and Renesmee tilts her head hearing him. He jumps back then takes the boxes.

Renesmee follows him inside looking around. “Nessie is here.” Chanyeol says and Jongin jumps up running over taking a box then the bag out of her hand.

“My supply is here yes.” Jongin says smiling pulling out his tumblr. Renesmee bows to the others looking at the floor. “Why haven’t you been answering my calls and text?”

“Umm busy?” She says looking down at her feet thinking. “Yeah I was busy.” She nods biting her lip.

“You’re fucking lying Nessie.” He quips watching her. Chanyeol walks back from the kitchen holding his tumblr.

“Okay wolf boy you have your supply take it easy.” She says looking back towards the door. “Wolves don’t even drink blood.”

“Not true.” Kyungsoo says walking out the kitchen. “When wolves kill their prey they drink the blood as they eat the meat.”

He stands there drinking from his tumblr. “Right.” Renesmee says backing away nodding.

“Happy birthday!” Minseok says walking over hugging her. Renesmee closes her eyes sighing. “You don’t sound happy?”

“No um it’s not that just a little hard to breathe.” She says pushing her hair back stepping away from him. “To many hugs today.”

“But you love hugs.” Baekhyun says watching her and she looks away.

“Nessie your ankle has been swollen for a good while now why?” Junmyeon asks looking at her and she freezes.

“I have to go, I still have to stop by Red Velvet sunbaemin.” Renesmee turns walking back to the door but Chanyeol grabs her wrist.

“Ow!” She screams looking at his hand. He pushes her sleeve up looking at her. Renesmee whimpers trying to pull free.

“There are bruises all over her arms.” Chanyeol says looking at the others.

“I’m sure that’s not the only place either.” Jongdae says and she looks over at him.

“Stop running.” Chanyeol says pulling her back and she sighs. Renesmee looks at the floor pulling free.

“Like I told my manager I’m not going to cause trouble.” Renesmee looks up at him before looking away. “Don’t worry about me beside you boys have a tour to worry about.”

Renesmee starts to walk away but stops looking up seeing Jongin. “What are you hiding?” He says looking at her and she sighs shaking her head.

“Move.”

“No.”

Renesmee scoffs looking away. “See I can get past NCT but you boys notice everything.” She folds her arms watching him.

Renesmee pulls her sleeve down sighing as she shakes her head. “What did you mean Chen?” Minseok asks looking at him.

“That’s because we care about you.” Sehun says and the others nods agreeing with him.

“Thank you but I’m fine.”

“Are you really leaving?” Jongdae asks standing up and she freezes hearing him. “Are the stories true about what’s been going on?”

“How do you know about that?” Renesmee speaks her voice cold and hard as she turns to look at him. “I made sure they were taken down.”

Jongdae shakes his head looking at her. “Well I was watching a video and it popped up.” He speaks watching her and she scoffs.

“What are you talking about?” Junmyeon asks looking at Jongdae.

“They we’re kicking her out after their first tour; she’s been getting hurt just….”

“Don’t.” Renesmee says looking at him her eyes cold and hard. She stands there her heart pounding. “Don’t say another word.” She balls her fist up as she stand there.

“What is going on?” Kyungsoo steps up looking at her and she sighs. “Start talking.” He says his voice hitting her and she looks up.

“I’m not leaving and my ankle is swollen because I fell during practice.” She says lying looking at them. “They told me to stay off of it but I don’t listen so that’s why it’s like that.”

“I really think it’s cute how you all worry about me…” Renesmee bows to them smiling as she stands back up. “But really I’m fine I promise you guys.”

“Fine we’ll let it go.” Junmyeon says nodding before walking to his room. He walks back holding a box.

“Not you too.” She whines pouting looking at the wrapped gift box. “I said no presents.” She looks at the box taking it and Junmyeon just laughs.

“Hey I’m not the only one.” He says and she looks back seeing the other gifts on the table.

“Just put them with the rest in the car.” She pouts looking at the floor. Chanyeol and Junmyeon grab the gifts taking them to the car.

“Hey hyung where is your gift?” Jongin asks looking at the gifts as they carry them out. Kyungsoo shakes his head walking off drinking his drink.

“Shouldn’t you be sleeping or something.” He replies and Renesmee covers her mouth trying not to laugh.

“D.O oppa I’m fine really you don’t have to look so worried.” She says and he stops looking back at her. Renesmee smiles looking at him and he nods.

“Since when are you two friends again?” Baekhyun asks looking at them.

“Don’t ruin it.” Kyungsoo says looking at Baekhyun before heading to his room. Renesmee looks back at Jongin with a smirk.

“Wipe that smirk off your face or I talk.” Jongin says and her face drops as she stands there. “That’s what I thought.”

“Are you always this mean?” She asks looking at him. “Bye and thank you.” Renesmee says leaving heading to Red Velvet dorm.

Once Renesmee drops off their supply she heads back to the dorm. She sighs as she makes about 10 trips back and forth bring her gifts into her room.

“Can’t believe I have to sit out of promotions because of my ankle.” She says changing clothes. She sits on the bed wrapping her ankle back up.

She rest her head on her knee sighing. “Maybe there is a way around this?” She says looking at her foot as she wiggles her toes.

Renesmee looks over hearing her phone ring. “Hello.” She says standing up grabbing her bag.

“Well are you coming down?” Kyungsoo says and she smirks walking out the door. Renesmee end the call heading outside. As she walks out she pulls her hat down looking at her phone.

She opens the door getting into the car looking at him. She buckled up as she closes the door. “You know for someone who said they are to busy to date you don’t seem too busy.”

“Shut up.” He says pulling down the street and she just laughs. “So want to tell me the rest of the truth.”

“I do but I can’t at least not right now.” Renesmee says looking down at her lap. Kyungsoo hums reaching over with one hand grabbing hers. “Like I said before I’m okay promsie.”

She looks at him and he nods lifting her hand up to his lips. “Okay good.” He smiles holding her hand.

“So what did you get me?” She asks and he just laughs hearing her.

“You have to wait.” He says and she pouts looking at him. “Mm the pout won’t work on me.”

“Fine where are we going?” Renesmee asks pulling her phone out her pocket.

“Well seeing how it’s too cold to go to your favorite spot I called your mom and ask can we use the house.” Kyungsoo says looking at her and she hums tilting her head.

“You seem very close with my mom.” Renesmee says as she leans in closer looking at him. Kyungsoo nods looking back at the road as he drives. “Why is that?”

“One because she helped me and two your surprise is at the house.” He deadpans and her face lights up.

“To the house!” She points sitting back up smiling. Kyungsoo laughs shaking his head turning the corner. After a few more minutes of driving Kyungsoo pulls into the driveway parking.

He looks over at her before turning the car off. “Come on before you pass out from excitement.” He says getting out the car and she smiles following him.

“Are you going to tell me now?” Renesmee asks walking behind him holding his hand. Kyungsoo shakes his head opening the door. “Come on please.”

“Calm down okay.” He says laughing walking in taking his shoes off. Renesmee takes her shoes off before looking back up.

“I smell chicken!” She says running down the hall. Kyungsoo laughs closing the door before following her. “Ahhh a giant penguin!”

Renesmee yells jumping up and down clapping her hands. She runs over to it jumping on top of it. Kyungsoo laughs watching her as he takes her picture.

“It’s so fluffy!”

Renesmee smiles hugging the giant plushie penguin. She then looks up hearing him as he walks over. “Having fun?” He asks sitting on the couch next to her.

“Yes!” She smiles still laying on top of the penguin. Kyungsoo laughs before patting the spot next to him.

“There’s more.”

“Really?” She asks sitting up and he nods pulling a few bags out. “Ooh gimmie gimmie.” She says sitting next to him and he laughs covering his mouth.

Kyungsoo smiles handing her the first bag. Renesmee looks at the bag smiling. “What is it?” She says looking back at him.

“Open it silly.”

Renesmee hums taking the paper out looking in the bag. “No way you got me the new gaming controllers and headphones.” She screams tapping her feet on the floor smiling.

“I know how much you love gaming so why not.” He says handing her another bag. She bites her lip still smiling.

“Ahhhh!” She screams again pulling the paper out seeing part of the outfit already. “Constellation and galaxies pjs and hats.”

“Yes and the other bag has them as well but hoodies.” He says watching her then looks back at the kitchen. She nods hugging her pjs feeling the material.

“What’s next?”

“Here.” He says handing her a box.

Renesmee hums looking at the box as she holds it. She shakes the box holding it up to her ear. “Really?” He sits there watching her tilting his head.

“Just open it already.”

Renesmee smiles ripping the paper off tossing it to the floor. “Hmmm aren’t these yours?” She asks looking at the sweaters.

“Yes they are I know you love taking my sweaters when ever you get the chance.”

He says standing going to check on the food. “I even know that you ask Kai or Chanyeol to take them and give them to you.” He says watching the chicken and she hums her face heating up.

“That’s cause they smell like you.”

“Mmhmm but there still more.” He says taking the chicken out the fryer. “Look under the sweaters.”

Renesmee hums going through the sweaters. “Well what is it?” She asks trying to find what he is talking about. As she lifts one of the sweaters a black box fall to the floor.

“Huh?”

Renesmee leans down picking the box up. Kyungsoo looks back over watching her as he fixes their plates. She sits back up looking at the box pushing the sweaters and hoodies to the side.

“Are you going to open it?” He asks pouring two glasses of wine. She slowly blinks nodding as she bites her lip opening the box. Kyungsoo smiles watching her face as her eyes widen in shock.

Renesmee covers her mouth seeing the heart necklace. Kyungsoo reaches over taking the necklace out the box holding it up. “I had it custom made.”

Renesmee turns her head looking at him. “Added the wings and a shooting star.” He says smiling and she blinks looking back at the necklace. Kyungsoo tilts his head looking at her and he chuckles.

“Do you not like it?”

Renesmee shakes her head processing his words. “Turn around so I can put it on you.” He speaks watching her and she slowly turns her back to him. She reaches back moving her hair out the way.

Kyungsoo chuckles watching as she moves slowly and he places the necklace around her neck. “Your own wishing star.” He says as he clips the hook on and she lets go of her hair looking back at him.

“Happy birthday Tweety bird.” He says looking at her. Renesmee leans into him tilting her head. She blinks gently placing her hand on his thigh as she leans in.

Kyungsoo looks at her sitting there with his hands in his lap. Renesmee presses her lips against his closing her eyes. Kyungsoo tilts his head closing his eyes.

Kyungsoo reaches up with his hand touching her cheek gently rubbing his thumb across. Renesmee slowly pulls back looking at him. “I love you.”

Kyungsoo looks at her smiling and he nods. “I love you too.” He says before kissing her again. Renesmee grabs his other hand leaning into him more smiling. She pulls away hiding her face in the crook of his neck.

Kyungsoo chuckles looking down at her. “What has gotten into you?” He laughs watching her and she shakes her head. “Come on lets eat now.”

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Decotta’s Diary

Once again, huuuge thanks to @aurikhai, @rose-of-sharon-cass, and anon for asking for this particular drabble and i apologize again for taking so long with it! the first three entries are for the asks, and then i did the last one as a normal diary entry. All typos, punctuation, and grammar mistakes are left the way they are because I wrote it as if she was typing it on her phone. @rhikasa i hope you'll enjoy this one too

Dear diary, July 22, 2016 10:58pm

We’re leaving for a ‘mission’ tomorrow. Just gathering more intel or something on this ring of productivity. Think its supposed to create whatever you want, but idk, wasn’t really listening when pH0 and zane were talking about it. I would just ask him but I don’t wanna make myself look stupid! I mean, its literally not my job as ‘king’ to know, just to make sure that we don’t use all our expenses. Anyways, tomorrow we’ll leave Moonshine Lake. I’ve never been to Arkansas before, I wonder if it’s any different from Louisiana? We’ll see...but I’m not driving lol.

Dear diary, July 23, 2016 3:47pm

The only thing worse than all these trees is Emment presence. Honestly I don’t get WHY Haiden thought it was a good idea to send Emment along. I dont care if he can heal, I can protect Zane on my own! Now we can’t share the room OR have the romantic date like I planned! It was supposed to be just me and Zane enjoying the rest of the day ALONE together just relaxing but nnoooo. With Emment here, senpai wants to ‘get this done as quickly as possible’. I’ll have to read Sixteen to see how to fix this.

Dear diary, July 23, 2016 11:15pm

If Emment’s tagging along didn’t have me pissed, I definitely am now. APPARENTLY, Zane’s been working on this BY HIMSELF FOR MONTHS, and the person that has the stupid ring now is soME GIRL HE’S BEEN “DATING” FOR GOD KNOWS HOW LONG!! I wouldnt have known about it if Emment hadnt let it slip what Zane was actually doing tonight when he left! To make it all worse, it wont be til maybe midnight when he decides to come back! Why did you have to lie to me senpai?! I couldve been of use! It would’ve been different this time!!!

Dear diary, July 24 2016 3:42am

Just as i got ready to go out and find him, senpai comes stumbling in, reeking of what i can only guess is weed and alcohol. Thankfully, he had everything to make a purification potion. Buuut, he wasn’t...all the way there to do it himself. Emments useless ass was already sleep when he made it in earlier, so that left me to make the potion for him. i couldnt stand seeing him so out of it, so of course i made it! now he’s just puking on and off again from potions effects. ...i hope he sleeps well tonight.

Dear diary, July 26, 2016 6:42am

Ok i know im supposed to have a journal entry everyday but the night zane came in he ended up resting the rest of the day and i stayed by his side watching him and then yesterday was sooo busy! YESTERDAY WAS THE BEST. DAY. EVER!!!! Oh my god wher do i even begin??!!? Ssooo, as my reward for being the best girl in the world the other night to senpai, i had BREAKFAST IN BED!!! He ordered room service for me and brought me ROSES!! He tried apologizing for everythign but i told him not to worry about, this small gesture was enough to let me know that he still cared for me~ AND THEN. HE ASKED ME. TO HELP HIM GET THE RING!! i was BEYOND excited to help him!! But i kept my cool, and told him sure, whatever. So he went on about who the girl, maggie, was (just some uppity college bitch rebelling against her rich folks) and was telling me that when we went out that night i’d have to use a glamour (he already had his ready and dear god he only gets hotter the older he gets), and who i was going to be waltzing around as (another one of her friends who sounded equally boring as her). Anyways, her parents been gone on vacation or whatever and that night she was hosting a big party at her house that he was invited to. Haiden was going to get the girl that i was going to be and keep her busy or whatever, but she was already taken care of by the time me and zane got to the party. Oh god that party was intense, so ima make try to make this entry short cause tired as fuck.

When we got there, the party was already goin, music blasting, couples all on the couches drunk kissing, people in the corners drinking, beer pong in the kitchen, the works. To maggie, i was there to help her trap zane and oh my GOD it took ALL of my willpower to not light her ass up on the spot (though it was pretty damn hilarious when i caused a short outage and she and a couple of other girls screamed), luckily senpai was close by and was able to calm me down before i got myself caught like last time, then off they went to have a ‘private conversation’, and maggie told to let everyone know that she’ll be ‘right back’ if anyone needed her, but we both know how that went lol.

So as soon as they made it to the room i stood at the door making sure no one would be interrupting senpai...and do a little eavesdropping AND OH MY GOD THIS STUPID HUMAN! She called him a crook and a liar, and all he wanted from her was her money all while she was fake crying, and then she had the nerve, the AUDACITY, to call him a witch. Of all things! A WITCH!! Then! Ooh then she called him a low-life and a snake-FIRST OF ALL MA’AM MY BABY’S JUST DOIN HIS DAMN JOB SO FUCK YOU AND YOUR UPPITY ATTITUDE-i wanted to bust in and shout that so badly, and senpai must��ve known it too cause i heard him yell ‘calm down’ in french, and again softly in english for her (i guess). At this point my curiosity was getting the best of me and i just had to see what they were doing, so i enchanted the door so i could see in, and oh my poor baby. He looked genuinely concerned, hurt even, at her accusations. Then he cupped her chin in his hand and asked her where she heard such things, and when she told him he gave her this sad look and told her some pitiful story that i only wish i remembered to prove his innocence AND SHE FAILED FOR IT! She started wiping her eyes, stammering apologies, talkin how she ‘loved’ him but didnt wanna get hurt again, and when he did his little ‘confession of love’ for her, shE KISSED HIM! I promise to god i this close to barging in, but i saw senpai hand waving ‘stop’ while she started mumbling god knows what. then he slowly leaned (a little bit too) close to her ear and whispered something that made her redder than a ripe tomato, and this horny bitch got up faster than the sun rises and started stripping out of her clothes, what makes it sad was that she tried to do it sexily, but she wasnt as graceful as she thought she was about it at all. So drunk and pathetic, humans are so weak minded that its actually entertaining lol. Once she got her bra off and straddled him, he finally put the sleeping spell on her and laid her on the bed as he slipped the ring off her finger! We made the deliver just before we got home this morning and i am more than thrilled to be in my own bed right now and that everythings finally done.

Zane Masters, my senpai, is simply the best demon in the world! He’s sweet, charming and clever, and can easily manipulate people when he wants to, and thats what i love about him. Thats why hes the Second King, our K2, my sweet, sweet, love. One day he’ll agree to go out with me, then he’ll see that im just as much of a girl as any other one, and then he’ll fall in love with me, and we’ll finally live happily ever after!

#writingforjoy #writeblr #fiction #drabbles #prompts #(im)mortal #Decotta Weyn

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AePete angst for @earthpodd ~~ This is long af and contains many bad words so have fun with that

“Isn’t it great?!! You get to practice your English and everything!” Gushed Pete’s Mum happily between mouthfuls of dinner. She had called Pete downstairs with a special announcement but the news had been far more “special” than Pete had been imagining.

An apprenticeship in America. She had already confirmed it. He was leaving in two days. And there was nothing he could do about it.

His appetite had never depleted so quickly. With his heart in his throat Pete nodded slowly, excusing himself from the table and putting his almost entirely full plate on the counter before all by crawling up the stairs. When he was finally in his room, he broke.

Two years without Ae by his side. Two years without being able to hold his hand, two years without being able to kiss him, two years of not being able to ride his bike, two years of not being able to hug him.

The tears wouldn’t stop falling. This can’t be real.

But it was.

The next day at school Ae greeted him with a smile, and Pete tried so hard to send one back, but his exhausted, bloodshot eyes from a night of crying were anything but happy as he climbed onto the back of Ae’s bike, his heart heavy enough to make it hard to muster up the courage to move his legs.

“Hold on to me, come on! We don’t want you falling off, eh?” Ae laughed. “Did you not sleep well, babe?”

Pete could only manage a soft noise in agreement as Ae grabbed his hand and guided it to his waist before setting off.

- There might as well have been a zombie in class instead of Pete, he was just a shell of his normal self, opting to sit in the back of the room with his head in his hands rather than front and center like he normally would. The options of what he could do were spinning around in his head and he spent the majority of his limited energy on just focusing on not bursting into tears.

He knew what he had to do. And it broke his goddamn heart.

- Pete: Ae, can you meet me at the soccer fields at lunch? His shaking fingers made so many spelling mistakes that it took him a good three minutes to even type that out, and another three trying to force himself to hit send. When he finally was able to, he wished he hadn’t but sure enough a response popped up in a matter of seconds.

Ae <3: Sure thing. Why though? Miss me? :D

“God, I do,” thought Pete but he decided it would be best not to respond, to just get going.

The journey to the field couldn’t have been more than five minutes but it felt like he was walking for hours. He just had to keep telling himself that he was being kind.

That this is for the best. That his mum tried so hard to get him this apprenticeship. That his mum matters more than any stupid little crush could. That it wouldn’t even matter in a month.

And then Ae was in front of him and he forced the words out and oh my god nothing could have prepared him for how much Ae's expression hurt.

“Let’s break up.”

“What??? Why?? What happened?? What did I do wrong?? Pete, what- I don’t-... Why?”

“I just…” Pete took a deep breath. This is for the best. He knew Ae wouldn’t agree to it if he told the truth, he knew Ae would say all the right things, knew Ae would make it better and that he wouldn’t go through it. But he also knew that Ae deserved better than a boyfriend he can’t touch. Knew he deserved better than one he can’t go on dates with. Knew he deserved to be able to move on and knew he wouldn’t be able to if Pete told the truth. So he lied.

“I just… Don’t love you anymore. I’m sorry, Ae. I just can’t do this anymore.”

God, he wasn’t prepared for Ae to cry, to whisper why… what happened… did someone make you say that? I’ll get them, i’ll protect you, I’ll- I’ll… until he broke down sobbing, burying his head in Pete’s shoulder, his shoulders heaving.

"I just… I don’t love you. You didn’t do anything wrong. No ones making me say this. I just don’t want to be with you anymore. I’m sorry, Ae.” And with the last of his strength, Pete pulled away from him and headed back to his car, trying to ignore the way Ae called out to him.

When he got to his car he sobbed. He cried so hard that he couldn’t see, he kept sobbing even long after lunch break was over and kept going even when he ran out of tears. It took at least a solid hour of tears before he was able to force himself to wipe his eyes, turn the key in the ignition and get going. He went home, thankful that his mum was out for the day.

When he checked his phone he saw that he had 16 notifications from Ae, two from Pond and a handful of missed phone calls. He dismissed them, a strange numbness settling over his heart as he washed his face, the feeling staying with him as he curled up in bed, unmoving, for the next few hours.

What the fuck has he done? — After a very long while, Pete opened the notifications from Pond. There were 6 now, and all 6 of them broke his heart.

Pond: Dude, what the hell happened????

Pond: Ae’s just crying and won’t stop saying your name and apologizing. What the fuck happened??

Pond: He’s just told me. What the fuck is wrong with you?? Why would you lead him on like that? You seemed so happy with him yesterday, was that a lie too?

Pond: Answer your fucking phone, asshole. You have no idea how much hell Ae is raising. I bought him lunch and everything and he’s still crying.

Pond: Oh I forgot, you don’t care, do you? Rich little IC kid just wants to play with whoever he wants and just throws them away when you’re done, right? You fucker.

Pond: I best not ever see you again, asshole. If I do, you can be assured that I, the entire soccer team and every single other person we know won’t let you go until you’re dead. Try me, motherfucker.

With shaking hands, Pete typed out that it wasn’t true. That he loved Ae with all of his heart. That he was doing this to help him. That he had to go away, that Ae deserves better than him anyway.

He deleted it. Can’t tell Pond. Pond will tell Ae. Ae will come back. Ae will forgive him. Ae will be hurt over and over again every day for the next two years. Ae deserves better. Ae deserves better. Ae deserves better.

- And thats how it ended. Pete vanished away without a trace, off to America. Every now and then he would get messages from Ae, or from Pond, or Can, even Tin, wondering what happened. He didn’t respond.

He tried so hard. He tried so hard to be kind to Ae.

SIKE I COULDN’T LEAVE IT LIKE THAT - The two years came and went and he was back in Thailand, eating lunch with his mum in a cafe when a familiar face walked through the door. In an instant he stood up, tears immediately spilling down his cheeks.

“Ae…” He called out softly.

The face turned to find the source of the voice, looking around the room for a second until their eyes met.

In a second Pete was across the room, spilling all the secrets he had been holding so close to his heart for the past two years. He flung himself into Ae’s arms, sobbing and hiccuping so loudly that people stopped what they were doing and stared.

Ae was frozen in shock. The boy he had tried so hard to get over for the past two years was begging for his forgiveness in the middle of a coffee shop on a Thursday afternoon and it took everything he had not to just accept his apology immediately. Instead, he looked around, spotting Pete’s Mum watching them and guided Pete back to his seat, sitting at the table with them.

Pete remained clinging on to Ae even once they sat down, not willing to let him go for even a second, holding him around the waist and sobbing apologies into his shoulder.

Pete’s Mum explained. She hadn’t realized what Pete had done until four months in, how he had broken down sobbing during one of their video chats, saying how he thought he had made the biggest mistake of his life. Pete just cried even harder, nearly screaming how sorry he was, only calming down slightly when Ae put an arm around his shoulders, rubbing his back. He was still holding on to him for dear life but it was better. Ae was here.

Pete’s mum finished her story with saying that she didn’t ever mean to harm them or their relationship, that she hadn’t even thought this would happen, before leaving them on their own while she went to explain to the owner of the cafe who had been side-eyeing them the entire time.

Pete slowly lifted his head, shaking like a leaf, tears still wet on his cheeks as he made eye contact with Ae.

“I’m so sorry. it was a lie. it was all a lie. I love you. I love you. I love you so damn much and I thought I could handle it but I can’t and I know you’ve moved on and I know you hate me and I know that I ruined everything but I don’t want you to hate me but I understand why you would and i-“

He was cut off when Ae pressed a finger to his lips, shushing him gently. Carefully, Ae brushed the tears off his cheeks and smiled softly. Pete noted the tears on his cheeks too, and how even after two years, he was still the most handsome person Pete had ever seen.

“I knew you weren’t telling the truth…” Ae muttered, more to himself than to Pete. “You have no idea how hard I tried to get over you.”

“Did you succeed?”

“No. Not even for a second. I spent every day waiting for you to come back. I just didn’t expect it to be like this.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s all ok now, right?” Ae’s voice rapidly lost confidence as he asked: "You’re here to stay, right?”. The smile on his face when Pete nodded was worth it.

It was worth it all, just to be together again at the end of it.

Then they got married or something idk

#i'm normally fine with writing angst and having sad endings but nOT WITH MY BOYS #i just couldn't stand it #theres still angst so i hope that youre not too upset #anyways i hope this is ok #//t #love by chance #fanfiction

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