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artificialqueens · 3 years

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Tree House Kisses, Chapter 37 (Adorney) - Scorpio and Veronica

A/N: Click here for previous chapters or to read on AO3, click here! XOXO!

Chapter Summary: Courtney and Adore begin repairing their friendship, slowly but surely.

Chapter 37: I Have Confidence

“Bonnie!” Courtney flung herself into Bonnie’s arms, causing the older woman to laugh and put down the tongs, stepping away from the grill.

“Hiya darlin’, how are you?”

“I’m good now.” Courtney’s voice was soft, muffled in her hair.

“Dory told me you were coming, so I threw on a couple of veggie burgers.” Bonnie gestured to the grill.

“Aww, thank you!”

“Do you still eat cheese, or have you gone all the way to the dark side?” Bonnie held up a package of jack cheese, which she was about to put on the burgers.

“Cheese is fine,” Courtney laughed. “Although you know I’m really here for your macaroni salad.”

“Hey, Court? You wanna stop hanging on my poor mother and help me set the table?” Adore called from the other side of the patio, arms full.

“Coming!” Courtney pressed one last kiss to Bonnie’s cheek before skipping over to happily fold napkins, just as Angie came outside with a couple of serving bowls.

As she laid out the silverware, Courtney looked up at Adore, setting the condiments at one end of the table. She snatched a piece of red pepper from the veggie tray and grinned, thrilled to be here with her best friend and surrogate family on this beautiful, breezy Spring evening.

Adore smiled back, the light in her hazel eyes making Courtney’s heart nearly burst with happiness.

“Who wants toasted buns?” Bonnie called.

“I do!” Courtney exclaimed, eyes glittering with amusement at the joke she knew by now was coming.

“Well then, come sit on the grill…”

Adore and Angie both groaned, but Courtney laughed uproariously as if it was the first time she’d ever heard Bonnie’s lame joke.

“Why are you encouraging her?” Adore asked, slinging an arm around Courtney’s shoulders and guiding her towards the house to get the rest of the food.

“She’s cute. I missed her-” Courtney stopped suddenly, not wanting to kill the jovial mood, but Adore nodded.

“She missed you too,” Adore said, tossing Courtney another smile before she entered the house.

Courtney took a deep breath, grateful and happy, and then followed her inside.

Trinity adjusted her pillow behind her back, accidentally jostling the porch swing and Willam on the other side.

Willam had joined Trinity at her Granny's for the weekend. He never missed an opportunity to get some homemade cornbread, mac and cheese, and Granny Bonet’s Famous Peach Cobbler.

Plus Granny Bonet was sweet as pie, soft-spoken with a roaring laugh. She always seemed genuine when asking Willam what he has been up to since they last had seen each other, never making him feel any different than her own grandkids.

"Shit, Trin! Don't make me drop the weed." Willam snapped, adjusting the book on his legs.

"Sorry, sorry. This thing was stabbing me in the back," she said, finally getting the pillow in place and turning to get comfortable.

"Eh, Fuck it!" Willam shrugged, taking the half-open joint to his mouth and wrapping it closed. "If I can roll up while Violet is driving, I can fucking roll anywhere. That bitch drives like she’s playing Mario Cart."

Trinity burst into laughter, nodding her head in agreement unable to vocalize.

"I don't understand how the hell she even got her license," Willam snorted, spurred on by Trinity’s giggles.

"It's really not that bad," Trinity said, finally trying to defend their friend.

Willam gave an incredulous look over the flame he quickly ran over the joint.

"It's more so when she's impatient," Trinity clarified.

"Oh." Willam rolled his eyes before actually lighting and taking a quick intake. “So, all the time.”

"She's gotten better recently. I think Pearl's been helping her or something," Trinity shrugged, grabbing the joint.

"Wait, what? Pearl doesn't even have a car. That's not right." Willam sat up, staring seriously at Trinity.

Trinity held his gaze, intrigued by the wheels turning in his head. What could he be thinking?

"They're having sex!" Willam finally exclaimed triumphantly.

"What? No!" Trinity’s brow furrowed.

Willam shook his head and continued, "Actually, it's pretty obvious. And right under our noses. Violet’s one sneaky bitch."

"No, no, no, no, no," Trinity coughed, deep and loud.

"Yes!"

"Do you really think Violet is over Fame though?" Trinity asked, intentionally rocking the swing as Willam took another hit.

"Well, yeah. Or...maybe. Probably. At least, she should be."

"No." Trinity shook her head adamantly. “She’s definitely not.”

"Okay, Trin. If Pearl and Violet haven't hooked up already; they will. I bet you that."

"Bet what? Because I don't even know if Pearl is really Violet's type," Trinity hesitated.

"How so?"

"Like compatibility...in bed and stuff like that. You know Violet is forward and aggressive and Pearl seems sort of nonchalant but in the ‘you can't tell me what to do’ kind of way. Violet has to be the boss, and Pearl doesn’t seem like she’d let her. Incompatible." Trinity shrugged, snatching the joint from her cousin’s hand. “Don’t forget to share, dick.”

"Hold up! And how would you know what either of them is like in bed? You’ve given this a lot of thought, cuz." Willam looked genuinely shocked and confused.

“It’s just a guess,” Trinity said, rolling her eyes. She put the joining to her lips, inhaling deeply, even as her cheeks darkened in embarrassment. “I mean, you know, it’s not like I obsess over it or anything...shut up.”

“Omigod, Trin, are you gonna start lezzing out with those whores?”

Trinity started coughing and laughing, shaking her head.

“Never say never,” she wheezed, laughing even harder at the scandalized look on his face.

“What’s so funny?” Roy asked, tapping on Courtney’s thigh. She was sitting next to him in the booth at Denny’s, giggling to herself over something on her phone for about the 20th time since they’d sat down. They were with April and Bob, getting a late snack after the movies, and her mind was clearly elsewhere.

“Oh, um...sorry. Adore just sent me this-” Courtney gave a sheepish smile. “You know what, it’s not important.” She closed her phone and stuffed it into her jacket pocket.

“Well, thanks for finally joining us,” Roy said. He was going for lighthearted, but it came out a bit cross and scolding.

“Sorry, daddy,” Courtney teased, causing April to burst out laughing and Roy to make an even grumpier face. She stole a French fry off his plate, biting her lip to keep from laughing.

“I think she needs a spanking,” Bob said, and Courtney turned to stick her tongue out at him.

“You need a spanking,” she informed Bob.

“Hell yeah I do.” He cast a sly look over at April. “You wanna spank me?”

“Not especially,” April said, feigning boredom as she sipped her strawberry milkshake.

“What about you, Court?” Bob wiggled his eyebrows. “Want to teach me how to behave?”

“You’re sick,” Courtney said.

“Come on, someone must want to punish me,” Bob whined, and then yelled, “Ow!” as Roy kicked him hard under the table.

“You’re welcome,” Roy said. “Now eat your chicken fingers.”

Courtney laughed, then felt her phone buzz in her pocket, fingers itching to open it and see what Adore might have sent. She reached inside; even just touching it made her feel better. When Roy got into a heated debate with Bob over whether the Jackass crew was in fact funny, she quickly flipped it open and checked.

ADORE: LOL but can you blame me?

COURTNEY: Of course not. You’re only human.

Courtney finished sending the text, quickly putting her phone back, when she looked up and saw April gazing knowingly at her. She shrugged guiltily, pulling her root beer float over and taking a sip.

Once Courtney and Adore made up, play practice became about ten times as fun. They didn’t have any scenes together, so whenever one of them was on stage, the other would be cheering them on silently from the wings.

Courtney was especially supportive once the performances began—not once leaving during Adore’s big solo, ready to leap out and fight anyone who would dare upset her this year. Fortunately, the protestors stayed home. Apparently, as Mrs. Maguire thought, just the words ‘Sound of Music’ were enough to appease them. They didn’t bother watching to see the genderqueer lead, lesbian nuns, drag queen baroness or gay messenger boy mincing about.

Closing night was a bit bittersweet for Roy—after all, he’d had a starring role in every show his entire 4 years there. College would be different, and he knew that this part of his life was now officially over. Courtney hugged him tight, and Adore teasingly told him that it was okay if he wanted to cry.

“Fuck off,” he said, burying his face into Courtney’s hair.

“What, I’m serious! We’re all very impressed at this display of emotion,” Adore said.

“Yeah, it really shows how secure you are in your masculinity,” Courtney added with a wink.

“Ugh! You’re both assholes!” Roy said before he stomped off stage.

“Hmm. I guess he’s not that secure,” Adore commented, and she and Courtney both began to giggle again.

As May bled into June, days getting longer and warmer, Adore began to feel antsy for summer to begin. One Saturday, she invited Courtney for an old-fashioned sleepover in the tree house, just like the good old days, and Courtney enthusiastically agreed. It was their first one in almost a year, and both girls were excited to reconnect, but maybe a bit nervous. There was still so much that they’d never said to each other. Still so much that they didn’t know how to put into words.

Adore climbed up the ladder with pizza and drinks, just as Courtney finished laying out the sleeping bags.

“Pizza delivery!”

“Ooh, yay!” Courtney exclaimed. “And um...I stole this from the liquor cabinet. Hopefully Adam won’t miss it.”

She produced a nearly full bottle of Jack Daniels, which impressed Adore, and made her send a grateful little prayer to Karen’s latest boyfriend.

“Thanks, Adam!”

Feeling like she could use a little something to help her relax, Courtney took a big swig from the bottle.

“Ugh, this is disgusting!” Courtney winced at the bitter taste, giggling.

“There's Coke too,” Adore said, and off Courtney's horrified expression, clarified, “Coca-cola, you dumbass. You can use it as a chaser.” She gestured to the white bag on top of the pizza box.

“Oh. Right.” Courtney flashed an apologetic grin and pulled a bottle of Coke from the bag, taking a sip.

Adore shook her head, chuckling, taking the bottle from her.

“Here…” She poured some of the soda out the window, then carefully replaced it with Jack, taking a sip to make sure the ratio was right before adding a little more alcohol. “Perfect.”

“Ugh, Adore!” Courtney opened the pizza box, groaning. “There’s pepperoni all over it!”

“Oh shit.”

“Gross…”

“Sorry!” Adore said, explaining, “I haven’t been hanging out with a lot of vegetarians lately, I forgot. Here, I’ll eat the pepperoni off for you.”

“Then there will still be pepperoni juice,” Courtney whined.

“You’re such a pain in the ass. Pepperoni is barely an animal. I don’t even know what animal it is!”

“Yeah. Don’t you think that’s a problem?” She pushed the pizza aside and dug into the bag of cheesy bread instead.

“Well. Sorry,” Adore said again, and Courtney leaned back, giving her a smile before taking another swig of Jack and Coke.

“It’s cool, I can eat this.”

“So…” Adore traced the edge of the sleeping bag with her finger, by now a bit sleepy and rocking a healthy buzz, finding herself realizing again just how much she’d missed her best friend. She felt bad, wished she could take back all the months of silence. But instead, she settled for trying her best to find out how her life was going these days. “...How are things with Roy?”

“Good. Great, actually,” Courtney sighed. “He’s the best.”

“He really loves you a lot,” Adore said, the memory of their argument a few weeks back still fresh in her mind. How Roy was the one who, in spite of everything, got her to make up with Courtney—and all because he wanted his girlfriend to be happy. It was disgustingly sweet, actually.

“Yeah. It’s gonna be so weird when he’s gone next year…” Courtney said.

“Oh, right. Shit. How’re you gonna survive?” They’d been joined at the hip for so long now that Adore couldn’t imagine what school—or life—would be like for Courtney without him.

“I’ll manage,” Courtney said, rolling over onto her side. “Anyway, he’s going to UCLA, so he’s only gonna be a few hours away. I’ll probably still see him all the time.”

“That’s cool.” Adore took another sip of their makeshift cocktail, swallowing down her residual bitterness about Roy and Courtney’s perfect teen romance along with the whiskey.

“What about you. Any...special girls I should know about?” Courtney asked carefully. She took the bottle from Adore’s hands.

“Special girls? Okay mom.”

“Shut up, you know what I mean! Anyone who-”

“Nah.” Adore shook her head slowly.

“Do you and Violet still ever-”

“No,” Adore said, not even letting her get out the question. “We both realized that it was super toxic, and we’re much better off as friends. And this time, it feels like it’s stuck.”

“And Pearl?”

“Pearl?” Adore furrowed her brow, shaking her head. She and Pearl were still in that weird place where things were almost flirty but not. And she was still the only one who knew the whole truth about what happened with Courtney. It was too hard to explain, so instead she just said, “No. Although she has been really great this year. You know...with everything.”

Courtney took another sip, nearly polishing off the bottle, and Adore crawled over to make a new one.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Go ahead.” Adore once again poured the Coke out the window—this time maybe a bit more, and then replaced the contents with Jack.

It was a few moments before Courtney spoke again. She appeared to be collecting her thoughts.

“How did you know that you were gay? Or...when…did you start thinking about it?”

Adore turned around, head tilted.

“Where’d this come from?”

“I’m just curious. You never really talked to me about it.” Courtney held a pillow in her arms, hair falling across her eyes.

Adore considered what to say, how honest to actually be in this moment, deciding that a few lies of omission were probably the best idea for everyone.

“I guess I always sort felt a little...different. And then when Violet started tutoring me, she kind of guessed? And she made me feel like...I don’t know. It was normal. Or at least, okay.”

“Of course it’s okay,” Courtney assured her, then asked, “So...was she the first girl you ever...had feelings for?”

Adore’s tongue felt thick in her mouth. She didn’t want to lie, not tonight when they were supposed to be bonding. But on the other hand, they’d only recently found their way back to each other, and what if she destroyed their delicate new reality? She didn’t think she could bear another fight, another period of loneliness like she’d had this year.

“Um...I guess I had little crushes before, but nothing that ever...went anywhere,” Adore finally said. Which was true.

“Oh yeah? Like who?” It was a fair question. A casual question. Her best friend showing interest in the inner workings of her heart.

“Uh…” Adore racked her brain for an answer that would satisfy her. “Remember that counselor we had at drama camp? Asia?”

Courtney did remember—she was a pretty Black girl with a dazzling smile, funny and lively but always sure to keep them in line.

“Oh yeah. She was cute,” Courtney nodded approvingly.

“And of course, um...Shakira.”

“Of course.” Courtney giggled, then bit her lip. “Anyone else?”

“Oh! Remember that girl who worked at Video Village? With the pink hair and all the piercings?” Adore grinned slyly, starting to have fun with this walk down memory lane.

“Her?!” This one, Courtney didn’t seem to appreciate, but Adore just shrugged.

“Yeah! She was hot.”

Courtney took another thoughtful sip from the bottle before asking, “Have you ever liked a boy?”

“I used to try to make myself like boys,” Adore said. “Or, imagine that I did. But it was always just some dumb pop star or something. Like...remember Ashley Parker Angel?”

“No. Who?!” Courtney looked utterly confused, brow furrowed.

“The blond from O-Town.”

“O-Town!” Courtney giggled gleefully, a hiccup escaping her as she passed the bottle back to Adore. “Omigod. You had their picture on your binder and no one could figure out why.”

“Yeah, I know. Their music was terrible,” Adore admitted.

“They made music?”

Adore laughed, shaking her head.

“And god, even my fake crushes were dudes with girl names…”

This made Courtney giggle some more, holding her pillow tighter. Her eyes drifted shut for a moment.

“What about you?” Adore asked.

Courtney’s eyes popped back open.

“What about me?”

“You ever like a girl?” Adore teased, poking her in the ribs. Fully expecting her to squeal in disgust, or burst out laughing.

But instead, Courtney looked back at her and said, “Besides you?”

Adore stared back at her for a long, heated moment. A million thoughts swirled in her head, but none so strong as the realization that Courtney was just fucking around, making her pay for her teasing. Adore started to laugh, shaking her head.

“Good one, bitch.”

Overcome with an impulse she couldn’t ignore, Courtney leaned forward and pressed her lips to Adore’s. And for a moment, it was perfect—Adore’s soft lips against hers, breath sweet and smoky from the drinks. And then Courtney felt a hand on her shoulder, shoving her backward.

Courtney clapped a hand over her mouth. What was wrong with her? This was exactly how she’d fucked things up last time. Her cheeks blazed red.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“I know,” Adore said hoarsely.

Courtney’s eyes filled with tears, terrified that this time, she’d fucked up for good.

“Are you mad?” she whispered.

“No.” Adore shook her head, giving a wry smile and reaching forward to pry the bottle from her fingers. “But you’ve probably had enough of this.”

Courtney let out a relieved chuckle, tension leaving her body as she laid back down against the bean bag chair. Things were okay; they were still friends and everything was back to normal. Or at least, as normal as possible.

“Dory?”

“Yeah?”

“Will you snuggle with me?” she asked, voice soft and tentative.

Adore turned to her friend, giving a gentle nod, saying “Of course,” before curling up beside her.

For a second, as she breathed in, Adore realized that Courtney must have switched shampoos. The scent of her hair was different, and the unfamiliarity of it gave Adore a strange pang of sadness.

But then, as they settled in some more, Adore realized that lingering beneath the surface was something she knew very well, something innately her that would never go away, no matter what perfumes she might use. And that, the sameness, was enough to make her smile to herself, arms wrapping tightly around Courtney as she pulled her in close.

#rpdr fanfiction #tree house kisses #scorpio #veronica #adorney #adore delano #courtney act #bianca del rio #bitney #bob the drag queen #trinity k bonet #willam belli #lesbian au #high school au #angst #fluff

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genius11rare · 3 years

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Chit Chat 111620 11-16-20

Chitchat 111620 with Jack Michael Jeremys Chair and the disembodied voice of alfredo (no he left after set up immediately , never heard him) id put “keep reading” if i knew how for this sorry

Jack: hi im jack with my friends michael and Spearow the dragon (jeremys not here , theres a spyro … pillow i think on his chair).. So we made the mistake of doing 2 minecrafts backtoback and it ended like 20 minutes ago then like “oh yeah we have other stuff we need to set up before”… Michael: yeah this isnt so much a chitchat it is just a chit not really time for a chat. Jack: how about we chit about recapping extralife? It went really well thank you everyone who watched and contributed, trying to get chat up right now…. Cuz we got Chit trying to get the Chat as well… this is the 4th year in a row we raised over 1 million$ , and were having some auctions for charity. Up for auction: 3D printed gen lock heads , pictures of the Spooky Hour (Gen Notes i thought they were done with that?) , the jon risinger bob ross segment painting , some f*face hats , some wood and glass sculptures (jeremy comes back during around this) … and gratz to jeremy for urinating and coming back *on time* Jeremy: hey my bathroom is a few steps from here… that whole time was spent peeing Oooohhhh better. Jack: michael , jeremy got anything to say about whats happened recently. Michael: no uh…. Just recovering… Jeremy: oh that was hard to watch michael. Jack: oh i have this picture i posted on twitter of fiona milking gavin…. Spraying milk into his eyes , sounds weird when i phrase it like that see if i can post it. Fiona somehow got both eyes in one shot , none in the mouth (the goal) just eyes. If you don't know the context it looks like hes spraying milk from his head like some kind of anime demon… then the paintballs happened…. Usually with paintballs theyve been going a while and theyve calmed down , that time it was new compressors and we JUST started using them for michael and gavin (Michael: “they” as in the paintballs themselves , theyve calmed down) yeah so that time they still had a lot of OOMPF and it was like getting kicked in the head over and over. Michael: no that's good , kick me in the head all you want. I went second just so i could tell how bad it hurt , so i knew where to hit gavin to make it hurt the most… immediately flipped on it like “he doesnt deserve this” and shot the face (which hurt the least) as much to spare him… i did do a few tummy shots but still. Jack: the crotch was also a good spot cuz of the cockblocker… problem is if you missed they go left or right into your thigh Michael: the thigh and stomach hurt the most … our thighs are black Jeremy: were also doing the vinyl Jack: oh yeah we reached our goal and putting AH the musical on a vinyl , plus a new song with Fiona ive been working with her trying to get the tone and everything (Gen notes im gonna guess its there so Still in the Air isnt…) … Jeremy wanna say what you offered up? Jeremy: yeah were doing the AH rap version 2 (Gen notes either A. a version with the rest of “The B Team” to have verses , or B. redoing it without HIM) , been working on a beat for it … ive written one verse mine so far (Gen notes , think its option B then) but i feel like its a little TOO mean so i may dial it back down a bit … the plan is shorter verses but more people , so hopefully Myself , michael gavin , Jack , Fiona , the twins , Matt , Lindsay and MAYBE a verse where the support room jump in one bar at a time , still in the works. Jack: yeah you guys DEMOLISHED goals, chads daughter she is so sweet… she saved up chore money and wanted to donate it all of her own , she wasn't convinced to she just wanted to donate 20$ which just broke everyone - well chad and i , caiti held it together, so we asked the audience to match her 20$... over the course of 10 minutes that 20$ became 65000$... we broke extralife we legit broke their intake of donations. We also had 2 people there who if we needed to hand something to someone wed give it to them , theyd “baptize” it as covid precaution then give it to whoever. Michael: except cloth they were like “you touch cloth you own it” … was like i could walk away with a lot of things right here , this towel? This towels done (Jack: you just going around grabbing curtains) … (start paraphrasing) we always want extralife to be like the best show ever cuz its for a good cause , but then this year we were like “how would we even pull it off”... i don't think 2020 extralife couldve gone better given everything (end paraphrasing) “fave extralife 2020 moment” Jack: my thing… Chad James is a freaking beast and towards the end the last segment we did was called the sweet and sour hour where caiti would do something nice and chad would get punished … it ended up getting stacked so we started doing some at once. At one point Chad is on the pummelhorse which is an elastic band that hits you in the undercarriage , chelsea was there with a leg wax remover , then we had cody from code 4 which is our compliance officer with hand sanitizer. So Blaine pummelhorses chad , chelsea leg waxes him and then cody sprays him with the antiseptic (michael: in his eyes… Gen Notes i mean hes probably kidding but idk it seems possible) … chads on the pummelhorse weeping and Blaines ALREADY spinning the wheel. Michael: its funny , theres so much stuff that happened and not just the segments i was there for , but a simple delight getting chad to eat that whole pickle … he was just saying “i cant do it ill throw up” and i just kept repeating “youu can dooooo iit...”... gave me some enjoyment since i was there basically to get slapped around , but in between i made chad eat a pickle Jack: so jeremy you have a fave moment? I know you were there for the solo stream section - oh i forgot about DJ JAAWNK how could i that was a blast Jeremy: yeah i was listening to most of the solo streamer section , i know Kdin had a thing where she gathered a bunch of people to do among us and it was fun…. For a certain donation amount they would just launch john mace into space , theyd just call a meeting and get him… Matt joined me playing spyro and i had the Gold Chonky spyro mods on , and if people donated enough wed spin a wheel that me or him would have to do.. We had to spin it like 15 times , and alot of them were “have to hold the controller upsidedown” which is a monstrosity… and twice it was me put a blindfold on and matt would have to direct me through the level. I panicked A LOT cuz you could HEAR the enemies shooting at and coming at you but i didn't know where … it was like a live Matt and Jeremy do something - your welcome sarah! (Michael: you did do something… Spearow… Spearowmint gum) so first were doing SPiderman Miles Morales PS4 edition cuz i don't have a PS5! Everyones talking about how they're sold out so the most ive done was when i was shopping for ovens i was like “lemme peruse the playstation aisle” didn't see one and went guess im not getting one… Jack: are they even selling them in person or is it just online… Michael: i know game stop is selling them , they're sold out but i know they were selling them.... Think most stores waiting for black friday to get them in store… i want one but im not going to a store on black friday , ill play fall guys if i want to get trampled Jack: oh yeah someone mentioned the ChungeScwa heist is coming we reached that goal Michael: fiona said i could be there, i asked can i help and she said something like “plz help , cuz otherwise it wont happen.” ive also offered doing a 50 turn mario party even though it wasn't a goal cuz we didn't even do last years so now wed owe 2 for 2021 assuming we can make that happen. Jack: cant you do a 100 turn mario party is that a thing? Michael: no 50 is the most , ive contemplated maybe we combine them into one game and scores carry over but it might be upsetting if im ahead by 9 stars after 50 turns and then it just becomes a 4 hour victory lap so its probably better to do 2 of them… we were about to do one in april we were planning on shooting it in april but then SOMETHING came up idk what it was … it just kept coming up for 7 months… Jeremy: and they don't stop coming and they don't stop coming… oh if were going to show my PS4 screen lemme show how much a loser i am…. Jack: you got a platinum in bug snax?!?!? Jeremy: yuuuppppp!!!

#gen notes #for later #text #backed up #chit chat #AH #achievement hunter #jeremy dooley #ah jeremy #index #my post #november 2020 #idk what else to tag #keep reading #well would if could #chitchat

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calpalirwin · 4 years

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The Best Years

Summary: Luke and Caroline adjust to life with Charlie.

A/N: This might be my new obsession. Feel free to come chat about any ideas you have about this family so I can continue to drag this out from here until forever.

Content: *wonders why I still bother with this when we all know the content I create* Soft. It’s soft.

Word Count: 3.4k

And away, and away we go!

Luke rolled over in his sleep, Caroline’s side of the bed warm, but empty. His eyelids were heavy as he struggled to open them. He was about to call out for her when the green blinking of the baby monitor caught his attention. With a yawn, he pushed himself out of bed, shuffling across the hall. There, in the soft glow of a nightlight, Caroline sat up with Charlie, gently swaying back and forth in the rocking chair. “I know,” she was murmuring softly. “I know you want to be held. I know it’s scary. And I want to hold you and make you not scared. But, Charlie, Momma needs sleep.”

Luke leaned in the doorframe, the wood creaking. Caroline’s head snapped up to see him smiling at her, curls wild from sleep. “I’ll take him,” he whispered, crossing the room to her. “Go get some sleep, Care.”

“Lu, I’m fine,” she protested as he lifted the baby from her, tucking Charlie against his shoulder.

“Shh, little man. I gotcha,” he soothed when the infant let out a noise of dissatisfaction from being moved. “When did he last eat?”

“Couple minutes ago.” She stretched back into the rocking chair, her mouth dropping open as she yawned. “There’s more in the fridge if he gets hungry again. Just warm it up a little. Not too much. Just to ro-.” Her sentence got cut off as she fell asleep.

“Shit, Momma’s asleep, little man. No, I know, it’s a good thing. But I can’t leave her in the chair all night. And I can’t put her to bed while holding you. So I gotta put you down for a second, okay? Yeah, I know you’re not gonna like it, but I’ll be quick.” Luke placed Charlie in the swing, clicking it onto the first setting so it gently swayed side to side. “Right back,” he promised before turning back to Caroline. “Okay, up we go.” He placed one arm under her knees, the other just under her shoulder blades, cradling her to him.

“Charlie,” she mumbled in her sleep as her fingers bunched around Luke’s tank top.

“Shh, I got it. Just rest, Momma,” he told her as he placed her in bed and covered her with the blanket.

Caroline woke up to find both her boys asleep in the guest room, Charlie tucked safely between Luke’s chest and his boppy.

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“Happy Father’s Day, Lu,” Caroline grinned as she passed him the gift after a lazy morning of breakfast in bed and plenty of baby cuddles.

Luke sat up to rest his back against the headboard of their bed, Charlie sitting on one of his legs. “Oh, what do we got, little man?” he asked, his tone high with excitement as he reached in the gift bag and pulled out a picture frame with a picture of him asleep on the couch with Charlie asleep on his shoulder already behind the glass.

“I know it’s not much, but,” Caroline started, but Luke cut her off.

“No. I love it. Thank you, baby.”

“Well, it’s your day. Whaddya wanna do?”

“Kinda liking just laying here with you guys.”

“Really?” she frowned. “Lu, it’s your first Father’s Day. I know he’s little, but if you want to go out, we can.”

“Nah,” Luke waved her off. “I got you guys. That’s all I need.”

~~~

Caroline’s pout didn’t leave her face the whole drive over to Ashton and Britt’s. “Care, he’s gonna be fine,” Luke told her, his hand giving her thigh a squeeze. “It’s just one night.”

“I’m still gonna miss him, Lu,” she sighed, looking over her shoulder into the backseat. She waved at Charlie through the little mirror, who stared back at her those grey eyes. It was a much softer grey than when he had first been born, and she reveled in the fact that he would have Luke’s eyes to go with that little pixie nose. And Luke’s curls, even if they were the same dark brown color as her own hair.

“I’m gonna miss him too, Care. But,”

“But he loves being with Britt and Ash. And we deserve a night out,” she deadpanned the reasons they’d been telling themselves for the last month.

“Hey, look at me,” he coaxed, putting the car in park in Ashton’s driveway.

Caroline peeled her eyes away from her son to look at Luke. Her bottom lip quivered. “Lu…”

His thumb caught the tear halfway down her cheek. “Do you wanna take our boy back home?”

“What?” She wasn’t sure she heard him correctly, having not expected the question at all.

“Look, I can tell Ash that something came up. I can cancel the room. And we can go back home and have a night in.”

“Lu, I- no. No, we’re doing this. The plans are already made. We’re already here. Plus, the longer we put this off, the harder it’ll be later. We deserve this. We all do.”

“That’s my girl.”

~~~

“Oh, fuck,” Caroline marveled as they walked across the lobby. “When’s the last time we stayed in a hotel this fancy?”

“Mmm, Korea. When you surprised me for my birthday that one year.”

“No… has it really been that long?”

“Nah, probably not. There were probably others. But that one sticks out.”

“Is that so?” she teased, knowingly.

“Oh, yeah,” he grinned. “Korea was awesome.”

“You call Britt damn near killing me the first day ‘awesome’?”

“Yeah, cuz that’s what made it awesome. Plus, Britt never woulda actually killed ya.” He shot her a wink before turning his attention to the receptionist behind the desk. “Hi, room for Bennett,” he said, giving forth her last name that they always booked their room under.

The receptionist tapped away at the keyboard before getting their keys. “Room 3405. Elevators are to your left. Enjoy your stay.”

“Room service or hot tub?” Caroline asked, practically skipping her way to the elevator.

“What if I told you I got us the room with the fancy tub so we don’t have to choose?”

“I’d said I love you Luke Bennett!” she laughed.

“Oh, we’re taking your name are we? See, here’s the problem with that,” he said, wrapping her close as they waited for the elevator. “Our son already has my name. And I quite like my name, too.”

She rolled her eyes playfully. “You’re supposed to say ‘And I love you too, Caroline Hemmings!’”

“How about I ask you to be Caroline Hemmings, instead?” he asked. One hand dropped from around her to reach into his pants pocket, producing the small ring box.

She whirled around in his arms to look up at him. “Lu…”

“Say yes, Care. Say yes, so I can spend all night showing you how I’ll make this the best choice of your life.”

“Yes!”

~~~

“So, how was your night, Mrs. Merch Girl?” Ashton teased when they dropped by to pick up Charlie early the next afternoon.”

“You knew?!” Caroline asked in surprise, taking Charlie from his arms.

“Course I knew,” he smirked.

“Then maybe you could have coached him better on his proposal.”

Luke crossed his arms over his chest, fake glaring at his fiancee and friend. “Hey! I did what felt right in the moment. And you said yes, didn’t you?”

“Aw, mate… ya butchered the delivery? Well, I guess not everyone has your girl’s expertise.” Ashton clapped Luke on the shoulder, his cocky smirk wide as ever.

“Don’t tease him,” Caroline defended Luke, swatting at Ashton’s arm. “At least it doesn’t take Luke forever to ask a question he knows the answer to.”

Ashton’s eyes flashed at the laughed insult and Caroline danced away from him. “Nuh-uh. Can’t hit me, I have the baby.”

“Fine,” Ashton muttered before punching Luke’s arm instead.

~~~

“Can you say ‘rawr!’?” Caroline asked, as she drew up the hood of Charlie’s dinosaur jacket. “Ready? Rawr!”

Charlie blew bubbles at her.

“Eh, close enough.”

“Care, are you sure we can’t squeeze in just a little bit of trick or treating in before the party? Like around the block?” Luke’s voice asked as he came into the baby’s room.

“Lu, he’s only five months.”

“So? We can eat his candy.”

“We have candy here,” she pointed out.

The man pouted. “Please, Care? We can take him over to the guys’ places and just pretend.”

“Fine. Take dino-boy.”

“Yes! You hear that, little man? You’re going trick or treating!” Luke swooped Charlie up and sat back carefully in the rocking chair while fake screaming “Aaahhhh! Dino-boy’s gonna get me! Oh no!”

Charlie Hemmings was the cutest trick-or-treater his aunties and uncles had ever seen.

~~~

Charlie’s eyes were wide as he watched the lights twinkle on the Christmas tree at Luke’s parents house. “Yeah, they’re pretty, aren’t they Charlie?” Liz asked him as she held him on her hip. “You know I was worried you guys wouldn’t want to come this year.”

“What? Mum, I always spend Christmas with you,” Luke laughed.

“I know, but I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about flying with Charlie. It’s a long flight for anyone, much less a baby.”

“Oh I bet it was nothing,” Ben started to tease.

“Yeah, Mum. Luke’s a big shot with a private jet, remember? Had the whole flight to themselves,” Jack joined in.

Luke rolled his eyes while everyone else laughed. “Honestly, Mum, it was fine,” Caroline told Liz.

“Your parents weren’t upset?”

“Mum, we’ve been over this,” Luke cut back in. “Care’s parents get Thanksgiving. You guys get Christmas.”

“Thanksgiving...” the Hemmings shuddered collectively.

“It’s not all bad,” Luke shrugged. He had personally come to like the American holiday because of all the food.

~~~

Caroline could hear the happy babble as she walked downstairs. “Can you say ‘Dada’? Try it! Dada. Dada, dada, dada. Ow, no, that’s my nose.”

She giggled watching Charlie grab at Luke’s nose, bubbles around his lips as he tried to make sounds beyond his high-pitched coos.

“No, not ‘eeeeAH!’,” Luke mimicked the coo. “Dada. Dada. Dada. Dada. Oh! Look, there’s Momma. Can you say ‘Momma’? Momma. Dada.”

Caroline sat next to them on the couch, hand ruffling at Luke’s hair before smiling at Charlie. “C’mon, little man,” she encouraged, tickling his ribs to make him laugh. “C’mon. Momma. Mom-ma.”

“Mmmuhhh mmmomm,” Charlie babbled.

“Yes!” she cheered, snatching him close to her. “That’s right! I’m Momma. Now who’s that?” She shifted so that the eight month old boy could see Luke. “Who’s that?” she asked again, poking at Luke. “Is that Dada?”

“Ppppaaa papapapa,” Charlie shrieked happily, grabbing for Luke.

“Works for me!” Luke grinned at his son. “Yes. That’s Momma,” he pointed at Caroline. “And I’m Dada or Papa, I guess. We’ll work on that d sound. And you’re Charlie!”

Charlie responded with a babbled shriek that followed Luke’s own pitch change.

~~~

“Can you believe that we met four years ago?” Caroline asked, her eyes soft with amazement.

“And now you’re my wife,” Luke answered her, his voice thick with emotion.

She leaned her head back in the pillows, giggling. “I’m your wife! Fuck! That’s so fun to say!”

“I’m sorry it didn’t happen the way it should’ve.”

She turned on her side to face him, his hands crossed underneath his head, peering up at the ceiling. “Hey, don’t do that.”

“You deserved better than a wedding thrown together in six months. You deserve a honeymoon traveling through Europe for a month, not a weekend out of town. You deserve so much more than I’ve given you.” He kept his gaze on the ceiling, finishing his train of thought with a sniff.

“I just said not to do that,” she said as she rolled on top of him, grabbing at his chin to tilt his head so he would look at her. “It’s not about the wedding or the honeymoon. It’s just a day. It’s just a trip. You want to know what does matter?”

He looked at her expectantly.

“It matters that you’re a good dad to Charlie, and a good partner to me. And you are. You do so much for me and that little boy. And we love you so much for it. And,” she would have gone on to express that she meant every word of her vows about loving him until the end of time, but both of their phones started ringing. She checked the caller IDs, frowning. “It’s Britt, hold on.”

“Yeah, Ash is calling me, too. Take it,” he said, showing her his own phone lit up with Ashton’s contact.

“Hello?” they both answered their phones.

“Hhhheeeey, sorry to bother you on your honeymoon and all,” Britt started, much too slowly for Caroline’s liking.

She cut her friend off with a tense, “What’s wrong with Charlie, Britt?”

“Long story short, we think he has an ear infection so we’re taking him to the doctor.”

“I'll meet you there as soon as I can.”

“I’m sorry!”

“It’s not anyone’s fault, Britt. We’re leaving now.”

“Nah, man, don’t worry about it. Shit happens. We’re on our way,” Luke was saying as Caroline hung up with Britt and started gathering their stuff. “Okay, I will definitely make this up to you,” he told her as he stepped into his jeans that were pooled up by the side of the bed.

“Did Ash tell you what happened?” She threw their belongings back in their suitcase, not caring enough to fold them properly.

“Had a fever last night. Gave him some medicine. He went down for the night. Woke up crying, rubbing at his ear, and the fever’s back.” His voice got muffled as his head went through his shirt. “You ready to go?” he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed to put on his socks and shoes.

“Yeah, I’m ready,” she nodded, eyes darting around the room. She was missing something.

“Care?”

“Yeah?”

“I know my shirt falls practically to your knees, but you wanna put some real clothes on?”

Her eyes went wide with realization before throwing the suitcase open and digging through it. “Yep. Great idea.”

After another frenzied dash about the room, her teeth worried her bottom lip as she kept her eyes glued to the numbers signally the floor level in the elevator. “C’mon, c’mon,” she hurried under her breath.

“He’ll be alright, Care.” Luke’s fingers slowly worked to unclench her fist, crescent shapes dug into her palm.

“I know. I just-”

“I know.”

Caroline wasn’t sure what was worse. The look in Luke’s eyes that went so much deeper than just concern for their son; like somehow he personally had failed his family. The slow elevator ride- did elevators move this slow all the time? Or the somehow even slower Uber ride to the airport, flight back to Los Angeles, and then the last Uber ride to the hospital. They didn’t say a word, instead communicating via worried glances, troubled sighs, and holding each other tight.

“Hemmings, Charlie,” Caroline’s voice was hurried and breathless as she gripped the receptionist desk.

A sharp whistle cut off whatever the nurse was going to tell her. “Luke, Care, we’re in here,” Ashton said.

Caroline sprinted over to Ashton while Luke muttered a fast, “Thank you,” to the nurse before following his wife who already had a- very happy- Charlie cradled to her.

“Just a little ear infection,” the doctor was saying. “Nothing to fret over. I told your friends they were free to take him home, but they insisted you were on your way and would want to talk.”

“Dadadada,” Charlie babbled, writhing in his mother’s arms when he saw Luke.

“Hey, little man,” Luke smiled, taking him from Caroline. “You think it’s funny scaring everyone?”

“Care, we’re so sorry,” Britt started.

The other woman held up her hand. “There’s nothing to apologize for.”

“But your honeymoon…”

“Not important.”

“I’m gonna run over to the pharmacy to get this filled. Then Britt and I will take Charlie back to our place if you guys wanna head on back to your trip, or...” Ashton let the end of his proposition hang in the air, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“It’s up to you, Care,” Luke told her.

Caroline looked between her friends and son. Charlie was fine. Happy even. But she wasn’t sure she wanted to deal with another flight back up to San Francisco just to fly back home again tomorrow. But they could still enjoy an empty home, knowing that if anything did happen, they’d just be a short drive away. “If you guys don’t mind taking him, that’d be great. But I just want to go home, if that’s okay, Lu.”

“Whatever you want, baby,” Luke nodded.

She smiled, reaching forward to rub at Charlie’s back. “Whaddya think, little man? Want to go back to Uncle Ash and Auntie Britt’s house?”

“Sshhhh, bbbbb!” Charlie responded, clapping his hands.

“Okay, but stop scaring people, mister!” She made a fake stern face and wagged her finger in front of him.

“Mmmuhh mmmmomm.”

Ashton took that as his cue to run over to the pharmacy while the rest of them moved to the waiting room. “Okay, seriously, can you two stop with the whipped puppy dog look?” Caroline scolded her husband and friend in a hushed whisper as Charlie started to nod off on Luke’s shoulder. “Nothing is ruined.”

“But-”

“Lu, what did you tell Ash on the phone?”

“Not to worry about because shit happens.”

“Exactly. Shit happens. Our son got sick, and we did what we do when our son gets sick. That’s all that happened. So just… stop. Whatever guilt trip you’re taking yourselves on, stop.”

~~~

Charlie’s signature high-pitched screech had Caroline’s eyes snapping open. “Ow! Geez, little man,” Luke winced, holding Charlie out at arm’s length. “I thought we agreed to go on three.”

“What are my boys upto?” her voice rasped, still heavy with sleep.

“Ha-ppy Mother’s Day!” Luke cheered as he fell backwards on the bed, still holding Charlie away from him, arms fully extended. “Oh, no! Flying baby! Incoming! Aaaahhhh!” Luke moved his arms, Charlie moving with him, as he made airplane whooshing noises, the bedroom coming to life with laughter.

“Are you ready for your present?” Luke asked, breathless, as they laid amongst the pillows and blankets after the laughter died down.

“Aw, you got me a present?”

Luke’s eyes twinkled as he reached down beside the bed, grabbing blindly for the bag he’d been hiding. “Don’t gimme that fake innocent surprise. Of course I got you a present.”

Caroline gasped happily as he dropped the bag in her lap. “Oh, Lu!” she marveled, running her index finger across the soundwaves and the translation of “Happy Mother’s Day, Momma. We love you,” underneath it engraved in the wooden plaque. “It’s perfect. Thank you.”

“Happy Mother’s Day, baby.”

~~~

“Okay, but what do people even do at a one year old’s birthday party?” Luke wondered as he tacked up the decorations around the house.

“I- you know what, I have no fuckin clue.”

“Then why are we doing this again?”

“Because our baby is one, Lu! And it’s just family, so it’ll just be like any other family get together.”

“But with cake, and presents, and shitty decorations.”

“Exactly.”

“Hey, Care?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you. And I think you’re doing an awesome job as a mom.” With each word he took a step closer to her. “And you’re one hot ass wife,” he finished with a wink, his hands grazing along her hips before resting firmly on her ass.

Caroline’s cheeks flushed as she swatted at him. “Stop! You’re gonna make me blush. And cry.”

“Hey, I mean it. I don’t say it as often as I should, but I do mean it. You’ve made my life better, and complete than I thought possible. And I know I technically have Ash to thank for that, it’s because of you that we made it this far. You and Charlie are the best parts of my world.”

“I told you you were gonna make me cry!” she whined into his chest, sniffing back the tears. She felt his chest rumble with his throaty chuckle as his hands ran up and down her back. “And if we’re being sentimental, then I hope you know that you are the greatest love of my life, and the best dad to our son. And, no, I don’t tell you as often as I should, either. But I mean it, Luke. And I promise I’ll try to tell you more that you’re an amazing father and husband you are, and how I’m going to love you until the world stops turning, because you, Luke Hemmings, are my best years.”

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ad1thi · 5 years

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the second (love of his life)

the title is deliberately obtuse cuz why not?

all credits for this idea goes to @winteriron-trash ; i’m lucky she’s letting me play around with it

based on this post: [x]

It was in times like this, Bucky mused as he slashed his blade against yet another HYDRA head, that he really resented his father’s choice to make him the God of Fertility

Love was fine

Bucky loved Love

He loved resting his rifle against his shoulder, and carefully aiming his bullet at his chosen target, watching their lives move and shift in immense ways to accommodate the flutter in their heart

Granted, he wasn’t always successful (he didn’t care what Steve said, Helen of Troy was a clusterfuck of epic proportions) but he liked to think he had it down quite well

Plus he got it, being so swept up in his emotions that nothing and nobody else mattered (fucking Adonis and his blue eyes)

He was in love with God of War, Steve after all

It happened, as most things do, with a love affair

Bucky was particularly bored one day (Steve was off making some war happen down on Earth) and he decided it would be fun to create some drama

He cocked his rifle, and scoured Earth until he found a particularly drab German officer who looked like he could do with a little colour in his life, aimed, and shot

He watched the ripples of his effect, immediately; how Joann Schmidt rallied troops around him and lead this brilliant rebellion right under Adolf’s nose, all in the name of wooing Adolf’s wife

Honestly, he was having such a swell time watching the whole thing unfold, plus it had made the war much more interesting (which meant Steve would be happy); that he missed all the indicators that Joann was a demi-god (one of Steve’s; because the Fates hated him) and he completely missed the ambush

Joann captured and sedated him before Bucky could even open his mouth, and chained him to the wall

Apparently Eva Braun was infertile, and Joann wanted his help to fix the situation

Bucky refused, as one does when they’re trying to avoid the wrath of their Mother (Winfred would kill him if she found out he’d been meddling with humans again after Troy)

Which is how he found himself fighting a damned Hydra, pulled from the depths of Hel itself- with the sole purpose of wearing Bucky down so he would give in

He’d been fighting the Hydra for 31 days and nights before he started to feel the fatigue of the fight wear him down. He was the God of Love and Fertility, not the God of fighting. While Steve had taught him a considerable amount of manoeuvres, he simply didn’t have the stamina for it

He fell to his knees, avoiding a particularly vicious snap from the Hydra, when his vision started swimming and he felt himself going under.

The last thing he saw before he collapsed, was the bright light of an explosion.

He wakes up to someone lightly slapping his face, and the wind against his skin

“Steve?” he garbles as he blinks to adjust himself to the light, and feels the figure next to him move back like they were burned

He pushes himself up on his elbows to see who it is if not Steve, and his eyes widen when he takes in the hesitant figure of -

“My lord,” he says, scrambling to get on his knees-

his husband.

“Tony is fine,” he says, before moving slightly to grab gauzes, “For your wounds” he gestures for Bucky to lift his arm so he can wrap them

Bucky moves to make space for him, allowing him to wrap his right arm with the gauze, ‘I apologize my lor- Tony. I thought you were..” Bucky trails off; unsure if he should bring Steve up

“You thought I was your lover Steve,”Tony finishes, eyes trained on Bucky’s hand, “It’s alright I understand. But Steve is too busy facilitating the whims of his son Joann, and I wasn’t going to leave you to die”

“How did you -”

“Rhodey is a good friend of mine. He mentioned that a Hydra was missing from his collection, and Steve has been particularly upset that Joann has stopped his mission of carnage in his cure for his lover’s sterility”

Tony shrugs, squeezing Bucky’s hand lightly when he winces at the mention of Joann, “It wasn’t too hard to put it all together after that”

Tony moves to cup Bucky’s cheek, but freezes in the middle of the action, “I’m sorry it took me so long to find you”

It isn’t that Tony isn’t attractive, Bucky thinks as he watches his husband putter around this, vehicle that he’s made specially to transport Bucky away from Joann

Tony has always been the most attractive of them all, Bucky can securely admit to that.

Everyone has always held a torch for Tony, Steve and Bucky included

There have been many a time when Steve had seen Tony come out of his workshop, clothes half incinerated and hanging off him and it’s gotten him so worked up that he fucks Bucky almost angrily

It’s that Tony is small

After a particularly bad accident in the workshop, Tony’s growth was stunted and he’s considerably smaller than all of the other Gods, barely coming up-to Bucky’s shoulders

Bucky was young and rebellious and he resented being married to the deformed God

and Tony?

Tony had a reputation by then. Everybody held a torch for the guy, and everybody was indulged

Bucky looked into his honey-trap eyes on their wedding night, and decided that it was entirely too absurd for the God of Love to get his heart broken by the God of Metal, and it was unacceptable for him to be just another notch on Tony’s shoulder

So he pushed Tony off from where he was straddling Bucky’s hips and pressing insistent kisses against his neck and said under no uncertain terms that Bucky was Steve’s

and that was the end of it

They’re 2 days into their voyage back to Olympus when Bucky finally asks, “Why did you come for me?”

Tony looks up from where he was building some gizmo to help Bucky with his left arm while it was recovering from Hydra venom

“Would you rather I hadn’t come from you?” Bucky searches his eyes for a few seconds, but there’s only amusement and curiosity

“No I’m extremely grateful, I just don’t understand why”

“You are my husband,”Tony says simply before returning to the gizmo in his hand, like Bucky hadn’t pushed him away on their wedding night, like this wasn’t their first meaningful conversation in 1000 years of marriage, like Bucky hadn’t been screwing Steve on the side

“No thats not -” Bucky grabs Tony’s hands, making him look up sharply, “I appreciate it. Don’t get me wrong. But our marriage is a sham, it always has been. We’ve never even consummated it -”

“- we can change that now if you want -”

Bucky continues as if Tony hadn’t spoken, despite the heat that rushed through him from those words “- and yet you come and save me from one of Hel’s most feared creatures. Why?”

Tony tugs softly, and Bucky releases his hands sheepishly, “I told you, you are my husband. That doesn’t change because you are sleeping with Steve. I knew that before we got married. But you are my husband and I owe you a duty of care and protection, and so I will save you from all of Hel’s creatures if I must”

He takes in a breath, “But that really shouldn’t be necessary, because like I told you-Rhodey is a good friend of mine and his pets generally like me”

“I’ve been told on good authority that they find me too cute to hurt”

"Did he notice I was gone?” Bucky says apropos of nothing, and Tony stills from where he’s been feeding Bucky the grub of the day

Despite Tony’s best efforts, Bucky’s left arm isn’t salvageable, and short of having Clint himself here, there’s nothing to be done

(that isn’t to say that Tony didn’t try to contact Clint, aimlessly throwing bits at the sun like it would catch his attention, but they both knew it was in vain)

“He did,” Tony says hesitantly, “but he was just so caught up in his son that he probably lost track of mine”

“Did you know that it was his son that chained me up and fed me to the Hydra?”

“Yes, I did”

“And Steve,” Bucky pauses like he can’t process the words coming out of his mouth, “and Steve still feeds into his son’s fancies?”

“You understand what it’s like when one of our children do well,” Tony rushes to explain, and Bucky is at a loss for why his husband is supporting his lover, “he must’ve just gotten caught up”

“I’m sure that he meant nothing by it”

“Why are you defending him?” Bucky says angrily, pushing the bowl out of Tony’s hands when he shakes, “I have been cheating on you for 1000 years with him, why are you defending him?”

“You are my husband,” Tony says, cleaning up the mess without compliant, “and I owe you a duty of care and prot -”

“You keep saying that but it explains nothing!” Bucky cuts him off and he’s on his feet now, pacing like a caged animal

“Our marriage is a sham, it has always been a sham, so why do you suddenly care if I live or die?”

“You save me from the Hydra in the name of our marriage,” Bucky’s furious now; even if he isn’t sure why, “You, you defend Steve in the name of a marriage that doesn’t exist!!”

“These are the first days that we’ve spent together in 1000 years and I just, I don’t understand why you go on and on about a marriage that’s been broken since before it commenced!!”

Tony is, there’s no other word for it, he’s vibrating from where he’s bent down on his knees, and there’s a fire in his eyes that Bucky’s never seen before

“You would do well to remember husband,” he says it like it leaves a bitter taste in his mouth, “that I was not the one to push you away on our wedding night. The only person who believes that this marriage is a sham is you”

“I will uphold the institution of the marriage as is my responsibility and duty as your husband, as I have for 1000 years. You may believe that this marriage isn’ worth a second of your time, as is your right- but do not presume to understand my feelings”

Bucky always forgets that Tony is the most influential God in Olympus, but its impossible to ignore when all that fierceness is directed at him

“Your choice in this marriage was always Steve; one that I have respected. It is only fair that you respect that my choice was you”

He stands up abruptly, and Bucky feels like he’s been punched in the gut, “we land in Hel in a day’s time- where we will stop and rest for 2 weeks. After those 2 weeks, it is up to you whether you wish to accompany me on the way back to Olympus”

and he walks away, leaving Bucky with the feeling that he’s lost something he never even knew he had

Fin

tagging: @im-ironman, @lovingtony3000, @imposter-human and @tinystankdefencesquad who gave me inspiration to complete and post this

i do intend for there to be other parts to this, but i have no idea when they’ll go up

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toads-treasures · 5 years

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Can I get 4, 5, 12 and 13 for Nora Mai from your new happy asks?

Ready for way more info than you asked for??? Cuz you’re gonna get it!

4) Who is your OC’s greatest ally? Why?

Just for funsies. I’m going to do Pre-War and Post-War.

Pre-War: When Nora was a girl, her mother always wanted her to succeed, in whatever field Nora decided to pursue. She herself was an environmental lawyer and an activist and overall a very successful person. She put Nora in lots of different classes and extracurricular activities and crap. She was loving and supportive but would push Nora a little too hard sometimes and had a pretty heavy control over Nora’s schedule. Her dad however, he always made sure that she would have time to be a kid. He loved Louis Armstrong and would dance with her in the kitchen, sliding around on the hardwood in their socks and they would make blanket forts that took up a whole room. He would schedule trips to the beach as often as he could and would build sand castles with her and just general silliness. He’d grown up with so many heavy expectations as a child and he didn’t want that for Nora so he ended up just kind of spoiling her. So she had two ends of the spectrum when it came to her two loving, but kind of exhausting, parents.

Then when she moved in with her maternal grandfather, Sean O’Connor, as a teenager, she finally had someone who would just let her be. Sean had been living alone for years and so to suddenly have a thirteen-year-old in his house, he wasn’t really sure what she would want to do. So, he’d just tell her, “I’m going to the hardware store to pick up some stuff to build a chicken coop. Come or don’t. Do what you want.” Sean taught her a lot of stuff that ending up being very useful post nuclear Armageddon. He was kind and thoughtful but horrible at expressing affection. But he taught her how to shoot and how to bake, how to build a shed and bottle peaches. He never really cared what Nora did when she grew up, as long as she was happy doing it. He was her greatest supporter Pre-War and would always give her advice, but would still allow her to make her own choices.

Post-War: When Nora comes out of the Vault it seems like everybody wants something from her. As much as she admires and loves Preston, he wants her to lead the Minutemen. Danse wants her to join the Brotherhood, Piper wants to interview her. The one person who doesn’t really want anything other to help her is Nick Valentine. Nick reminds her so much of her grandfather, and she loves him for it. He wants her to find Shaun, and he wants to help her do it and expects nothing in return. He isn’t happy when she joins the brotherhood but he doesn’t judge her for it like others do. Once she’s in the brotherhood of course, Danse is a huge support to her, but her first true ally once out of the Vault was Valentine. And Codsworth. We can’t forget Codsworth.

5) What feels like home for your OC?

Pre-War: For Nora, home is a space where she doesn’t feel like she owes anybody anything. It’s a place free of rigid expectations, she can wear whatever she likes (which if she’s alone is honestly just a giant man sweater and no pants/shorts), be as messy or as clean as she likes (usually she’s clean but she did get kind of a thrill from throwing her stuff on the ground and no one caring), and generally just be. She doesn’t feel like she has to put up any fronts or hide anything, and it takes her a long time to find that, and then honestly it doesn’t last long.

Post-War: Nora realizes that home is a lot more than just where you lay your head. She also realizes that it’s good for people to have expectations for you, as long as they’re not unrealistic expectations. So home becomes not just a place where she can do whatever she wants, but a place where she is helping those around her grow and progress as they do the same for her. It’s a place where she feels comfortable and valued, where people see her intrinsic value as a person rather than what she can do for them. And that feeling of home has a lot more to do with who she’s with rather than where she is. (*cough* Danse *cough*)

12) What is your OC’s idea of a great relationship?

As much as she sometimes resented all the expectations heaped on her, they did contribute a lot to her personality. Nora loves a challenge. She wants to be with someone who loves her as she is but also wants to help her grow. She loves the feeling of progressing. So she wants to feel like she can be herself around them, without fear of judgement, but they’ll still call her out on her bullshit because she does need someone like that. Someone who she can talk to about anything but is also comfortable sitting in silence. Someone who will laugh with her but knows when to buckle down and take things seriously, which is something she didn’t have in her past relationship. Someone who will make her feel valued and smart and funny and beautiful without over the top gestures. She just wants something that feels real and natural.

13) How does your OC show their loved ones they care?

Nora is emotionally stunted. She spent a lot of time with her grandpa who was a grumpy old veteran who just wanted to be left alone. He loved her to pieces but he never really told her that. He wasn’t much for ‘I love you’s’. He was much better at showing her that he loved her by doing little things for her, like his shooting lessons or noticing when she was upset and making zucchini bread for her. She got kind of hung up on that and had a hard time verbally telling people she cares about them, until she had some great friends who taught her that just because she acknowledged she loved someone, didn’t mean that she was getting ‘sappy’. But her default is still actions. Cooking for them is a big one, checking up on them, teasing them, ect. She likes doing something that she can see and touch the work she’s put into it. So she’s very much into gifts. After she feels really comfortable with someone, she starts to be more open with just telling them, “I love you, just in case you were wondering.” or giving them casual brushes of physical affection, like casual kisses and terms of endearment.

Thank you so much for the ask!!!!!! I love Nora way too much and thinking about her and coming up with random headcannons while I sit in lecture or at work lol

#I really should have been working on my essay that's due in...four hours #but oh well #nora mai #fallout oc #female sole survivor #oc ask

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lacrimosathedark · 6 years

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Help, please

I know I have 2 posts like this but I just need to elaborate why I need monetary assistance and why I keep asking. I feel you have the right to know, to some limited extent, what you’re paying for. I also kind of need the vent...

I have major depressive disorder, multiple overlapping anxiety disorders including generalized, social, and PTSD, body/gender dysphoria, and an attention deficit and/or autism spectrum disorder. I may have more or my official diagnosis may have shifted so I may edit this part, but last I talked to my therapist about it that was my diagnosis.

I’m going through medications that don’t work. Or they don’t seem to. I also can’t keep taking them at a consistent schedule because my sleep schedule is incredibly out of whack, I’m incredibly forgetful, and even when I have a decent schedule, I get thrown off when my body starts “bloodletting”, because I try to sleep through it, stay in bed as long as possible so I don’t have to think about blood leaking because gravity, and then for at least the first day I’m curled up in pain desperately trying to sleep through it.

I currently don’t have the mental or emotional capacity for a full-time job and am not on assistance so I have no income. I want to do commissions, but I’m not certain I’m capable of doing anything or completing big projects. I can’t even complete my own projects.

Despite this, I pay for my own phone every month which is about $40, and with no income that’s terrifying because I end up begging for work or a loan from a family member.

I owe my father just short of a thousand dollars (he bought my laptop, which is faulty out of the box and I’ve been too anxious to return it and I was gonna pay for it with my financial aid that never came in) and I owe my mother over two thousand (for rent). And because I owe my father, I can’t bitch at him to replace the window he broke in my room.

I have no means of transportation. I have been trying to be taught to drive for 5+ years and I am still without a licence cuz no one has taught me. The person who usually helps me get places is now too busy to do so and will be having surgery soon so she won’t be able to drive at all. I’ll hopefully be in a program soon to learn to drive, but I haven’t heard back yet. I also don’t have access to a car.

I have no friends so I have no reason to leave the house, and nowhere to go should I be able to leave. My therapist is not happy with me staying at home all the time and neither am I.

Last year I put in an application for group housing/assisted housing. Find out this past week my application had never been processed. That’s fixed but the waitlist is long and I don’t know when I’ll be able to get out of here.

A month or so ago I put in an application for food stamps/SNAP. Last week I got a call saying they didn’t have an application for me. My case manager still doesn’t know what’s going on.

My brother is abusive. He constantly makes an annoyance of himself. He stays up late and watches TV even when he knows I have a hearing sensitivity and sound outside of my room at night makes my skin crawl and I can’t sleep. He gripes on the fact that I’m an adult and I do less chores than him (I’m disabled as previously stated and he thinks he’s neurotypical, and he doesn’t even do the chores he’s assigned), that I can’t drive (no one will teach me I try so hard), and that I’m living at home (even though that’s not unusual anymore). He bitches about me living at home constantly. He calls me stupid, dumbass, retarded, idiot, slow, dumb, and many other things when I say something he finds odd or annoying. He has also called me bitch, whore, and cunt, amongst other things (whore doesn’t even make sense, he’s aware I’m not sexually active) (he has also jokingly called me a faggot in the past). He never leaves me alone even when I’m having a full meltdown and screaming. He laughs at me when I cry. He brushes me off whenever I try to explain things to him. He repeatedly tells me he doesn’t care. If I get bitchy enough and upset him beyond laughing at me, he will physically hurt me. I’ve had red marks and bruises. He’s ripped buttons off my clothes, that’s why I haven’t worn my cat hoodie in months. My bedroom doesn’t have a lock, so he can come into my room whenever, I can’t feel safe there, in my own space. He has and does openly mock my gender identity, recently he commented on my chest which is where I experience dysphoria most. He has no respect for anyone else’s things and I get in trouble when he eats mom’s food.

My mother is overworked. She works all day and most nights and she barely makes enough for us to get by. Because she’s so stressed, if I ever ask for anything, help, food, anything, she gets bitchy. I try to make helpful suggestions for the household and she turns it around like I’m the problem. She’s never around to do anything about her son and she gets mad when I call or text her at work for help because he’s upsetting or even scaring me. She tries to respect my gender identity but she gets frustrated when she realizes she messes up and she gets angry when I correct her and looks at me like I’m a bug on her shoe when I try to make suggestions to make it easier. When she’s extremely mad, she’ll use my issues against me, ex. yelling when I can’t look at her or when I glance away at a sudden movement, or screaming in my face despite my sensitive hearing. This is her at her worst, but her best is very rare because she’s under far too much pressure.

I haven’t bought clothes in months, maybe years. I don’t have anything that really matches my fashion sense, or anything I could wear for something like a job interview. Most of my clothes are hand-me-downs, and/or I’ve had since middle school.

I need to save up for surgery for a double mastectomy, or at the very least a reduction, both for my dysphoria and my health, because my chest is too large for my frame and it hurts my back and posture and I often have trouble breathing.

I’m having an increasing number of health problems and no understanding of how insurance works and with this political climate I should know this stuff, if something is really wrong I can’t afford to fix it.

I don’t want to be alone when I move out, I’d like to take one of the dogs or cats with me when I move out if I’m allowed, so I need to be able to support them too. I can’t be alone. It’d also be great to get them trained to help with anxiety/panic attacks, but that’s so hella expensive.

Sometimes to soothe my depression/anxiety I like to buy small treats or presents for myself, like candy or ice cream or coffee or soda (recently I’ve been buying raspberry Crofter’s), and I can’t afford to do that. I also like to bake when I’m stressed, and it makes me feel good to share what I make and have others enjoy it, but I can’t afford ingredients to make anything.

This isn’t even listing things I want. This is all needs. If I started listing wants this would be much longer. But as you can see, I need a lot of help. Some people have already been ridiculously generous (I’ve gotten donations of $30 how??? and thank you!!!!) , but I feel like you should know why.

#more info #donations #abuse #depression #anxiety #ptsd #autism #attention deficit disorder #dysphoria #money #the hell that is bureaucracy #medication #tw: homophobic language #tw: cursing

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pcyheartgirlx · 6 years

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In The Bleak Midwinter [CH11]

Genre ;; Angst/Smut/Fluff/Romance

Pairing ;; Chanyeol x Reader x Seokjin

Word Count ;; 9.5k

Summary ;; “We’re all whores, we just sell different parts of ourselves.”

You own a multi-billion dollar company, servicing the biggest names in kpop, in more ways than one. Under the name “Starlight Catering”, you, your best friends, Damon and Maya, and your hundreds of workers provide stress relief for idols.

You have partially retired, not because you didn’t want to, but because Chanyeol was your muse. He was all that you had time for and all you needed. Until Jin came along.

So what happens when you mix fire and ice?

You get smoke and all the lines are blurred.

A/N ;; The aftermath of Chapter 10. Well at least from one side. This is kind of a Jin chapter and I didn’t even mean for it to be that way. I realized that if I wrote everything I wanted to write, this chapter would have been like 30k long. I mean, does that bother you guys? Let me know! I’m always down for writing longer chapters if you guys will wait for me...till the end of time...get it? like in the story? Okay my jokes are lame, I’ll stop rambling and let y’all get to reading <3

[PLAYLIST] [BACKSTORY] [PROLOGUE] [CH1] [CH2] [CH3] [CH4] [CH5] [CH6] [CH7] [CH8] [CH9] [CH10] [CH11] [CH12]

‘No arms or legs is basically how you live right now, Kevin. You don’t do anything.”

A loud pair of laughter followed Michael Scott’s line. You and Damon couldn’t stop cackling when Kevin gave him the saddest reaction.

“I fucking love this show,” you belted out, wiping the tears from your eyes. “The Office can literally make anything better.”

“Aw so you’re feeling better?” Damon said as he laid on his stomach to face you. The two of you were laying on your bed, using your laptop to watch The Office. You shrugged and pushed the used tissue that was on your keyboard to pause the show.

“I mean a little bit, I think it’s just cuz I’m feeling sleepy,” you replied as you took another spoonful of ice cream in your mouth. Damon opened his mouth, signalling him for you to give him a bite.

“I mean,” he said swallowing the ice cream you fed him. “Do you still feel like your heart is coming out of your chest?”

“No.”

“And you’ve stopped crying, no?”

“I guess.”

“Well alright, step one is done!” He closed the laptop and put it on your nightstand. “You can’t expect everything to go away now, (Y/N).”

“No I know. I just...can’t believe I fucked up this much,” Your head started to hang low as you thought about the events that unfolded that night. The way Jin looked at you as he said “Don’t touch me”. Then the words that cut into you the minute they flew out of Chanyeol’s mouth. “I’m not going to pay you anymore, (Y/N).” Even though you already answered this question a million times you couldn’t help but wonder.

Where did I go wrong? What exact moment?

The minute you let your heart make decisions for you, dumbass.

“You’re right. But it already happened. And maybe it needed to happen,” Damon pulled covers over him and got comfortable. “Either way, we’re going to get through this.” You eyed him as he turned over and yawned.

“Are you...sleeping in here tonight?” You asked quizically.

“Don’t act like you don’t want me here. I’m your best friend and I know that when you’re upset you hate sleeping alon--”

“You don’t feel like getting up do you?”

“Nope.” You rolled your eyes at him and started to collect the tissues and empty ice cream cartons that littered the bed.

“You know, I say it all the time but Damon, I’m really happy you’re my best friend. I don’t think anyone can do as good of a job dealing with me like you,” He turned to you as you threw the trash away.

“I know,” he pipped, smiling at you sweetly. You laughed and smacked him on the ass before you got comfortable next to him.

“Goodnight, Damon.” you said, snuggling into your pillow.

“Goodnight, puta.”

x-x-x

Your phone went off for what seemed like the 5th time. There was no way you were moving, either. Figuring it was Ronnie calling so you could give him the final rundown of the numbers, you kept sleeping hoping he would get the hint.

“Pick it upppppp!” Damon yelled groggily. You turned to him and elbowed him.

“Why are you yelling?”

“Because your phone has been ringing for like an hour, pick it up! I’m trying to sleeeeep,” Damon whined, putting a pillow over his face. You groaned and reached for your phone on the nightstand next to you. Not even looking, you picked it up.

“Star--”

“(Y/N) WHAT THE FUCK!” Maya’s shrill screech pierced your eardrums. Pulling the phone away from your ear for a second, you brought it back to your face as you cringed.

“Why the fuck are you yelling for?”

“Because you’re an imbecile,” Damon chimed.

“Shut up!”

“I didn’t even say anything!” Maya defended.

“Not you! Damon!” You groaned. Accepting that you weren’t going to get back to sleep now, you sat up and rubbed your eyes. “What’s up though? Why are you blowing up my phone?”

“(Y/N)...I’m...kind of stuck,” she grimaced painfully. You sighed as you pulled the covers off you.

“Did you slip in the shower and throw your back out again?”

“NO!” She screeched once more, bringing the phone away from you again. “I’m...well...what happened is…”

“Out with it, Maya!”

“Okay!...I’m um...not home,” Your eyes widened at her statement.

“You’re not...h--Where the fuck are you?!” Damon turned to you and glared at you as you screamed into the phone.

“Don’t be mad at her!” You heard Jimin’s voice in your ear. “It was our fault! We let her nap after...uhh…”

“You can say it, Jiminie. It’s not like she doesn’t know what we did last night,” Maya purred. You could almost feel Jimin blushing through the phone.

“Wait a minute, Am I on speaker?!”

“It was Maya’s idea, Y/N,” Yoongi interjected. A sigh escaped your lips as you threw your hand up in frustration.

“That’s great. Really, Maya. I--” you stopped yourself before you could continue. As much as you wanted rip Maya a new one, cursing and yelling while Jimin and Yoongi were listening wasn’t exactly a good look for you or your business. Especially after the events from yesterday, you wanted to keep your image. “I’m disappointed. But not mad.”

“See!” Jimin chuckled. “I knew she was reasonable. (Y/N) is so sweet.”

“I wouldn’t say all of that now,” Maya responded flatly.

“Anyway,” Yoongi interrupted once again. “I sincerely apologize, (Y/N). Really, we fucked up big time. But can you give us a hand? I’m not sure how we can get her out of here without anyone seeing her.” Rubbing your temples, you started thinking of a plan.

“Let me speak to Namjoon. I’m sure he can help me come up with a plan,” There was a silence after your words, but you could hear a faint lull of whispers. “Hello? I know you’re there.”

“You see, (Y/N), Namjoon isn’t here. And we kinda want to keep this between us for now...just so he doesn’t um…”

“This is dangerous territory,” you warned Yoongi. “I at least think we should have Jin help. He might know what to do.” Saying his name was difficult. As much as you didn’t want this to be the way you crossed paths with him after last night, you knew that he would be able to keep the boys calm and devise a plan that would keep this under wraps from the leader.

“Hyung is sleeping. He was up late last night…” Yoongi said cooly, guilt creeping up the pit of your stomach.

“Ah, I see. Well, don’t worry. I’ll think of something. Just give me a few minutes and I’ll call you back,” you lifted yourself up from you bed and started toward your closet.

“Thank you so much, (Y/N)! You really are the best!” Jimin gushed.

“We owe you one,” Yoongi followed.

“(Y/N)...”

“Maya,” you said sternly. “We’ll talk later.”

“Fineeee,” She groaned, hearing the sound of the call ending right after. You threw your phone on the bed, accidentally hitting Damon with it as he tried to sleep.

“Fuck you, hoe!” he cried out as he writhed under the sheets.

“I’m going to kill that girl,” you snarled as you pulled out a pair of True Religion jeans. “How am I going to get her out of there? Is she nuts?! It’s practically almost noon! There are people everywhere!” Damon yawned and turned over.

“I have a plan,” he mumbled as he stretched. “Call Goyangi Catering and place an order for pick up, get some pastries or sandwiches, something easy and quick for them to make. Then ask them for a uniform, put it on and “deliver” it to them.” You blinked your eyes at him in amazement.

“That’s fucking fantastic but how do I get her out?”

“Easy,” he snuggled back into the bed facing you. “Tell her to go out back while you come out the front. Attention will still be on you!” he made a motion with his hand as if he had a pen and paper handy. “Delivery girl, was it BTS? What does their dorm look like? Are they recording? What do their pajamas look like? Can you tell us anything at all?” Bringing the covers up to his neck, he shrugged and made a face of accomplishment. You shook your head almost in agreement. Granted it was risky, there could always be someone waiting in the back. But if there was anyone in the front, crazed fans or press, they would see you go in and come out, taking any suspicion away from Maya. It wasn’t the best plan, but it was the only plan.

“I guess that’s what we’re gonna do,” you agreed, plopping on the bed looking through your contacts. A smile crept up your face as you found Goyangi catering. “Wait…” you stopped suddenly and turned to Damon. “How did you come up with that so fast?” He scoffed at you and rolled his eyes.

“See, Unlike you bitches, I ain’t messy. First of all, this would never happen to me. I’m responsible,” you laughed out loud as he playfully smacked you. “Second, if it did, there’s no way I’m going unprepared for the worst. I got a back up plan for my back up plan.” He snapped in your face causing you to lean back a bit. At this point, you had no time for his sass. You pressed the screen and brought the phone up to you ear.

“Goyangi Catering? Yes it’s me! Great job last night...the food was fantasic! The focal point of discussion throughout the whole night, I heard! No...no actually I called to place an order...Yes, I’ll hold…” you looked over at Damon and pointed at him. “This better work!”

“It will! It will!” he reassured. You shot him a doubtful look as you waited on the line patiently.

x-x-x

You pulled up to the nearest parking spot by their dorm. Gripping at your steering wheel, you looked over to their dorm that was down the street, studying the people outside. It didn’t seem too crazy. A sasaeng walked by acting as if they were a pedestrian, knowing damn well they were waiting for a glimpse at one of the idols, and a few reporters chatted amongst themselves, exchanging notes. You figured they were waiting for Namjoon to get back, and ask him about his whereabouts today. Sighing to yourself, you gazed over at the box next to you.

“I really want one of these pastries, Damon.”

“Bitch, get your life together. How’s it looking out there?” his voice filling the car as it came through the speakers.

“One crazy, 3 reporters.”

“Not too bad,” he spoke into the car radio. “Don’t be nervous. Those people can smell it like fucking dogs.”

“I believe it,” you pursed your lips as you examined them a little more.

“How does the uniform look on you?” Damon sniggered. You glared at his name on the display screen.

“Go fuck yourself, I look like a bum.” You looked down at the plain white t-shirt that was 2 sizes too big. The Goynagi Catering company logo was obnoxiously adorned on the front.

“Well I’m sorry delivery girls don’t go around dropping pastries off in Versace dresses.”

“Fuck off, Damon,” you spat as you grabbed the box. “Alright I’m going to get out there and get this shit over with. See you soon.”

“Byeeee,” he chimed, using your free hand the press the call end button on the steering wheel. Taking a deep breath in, you pulled the keys out of the ignition and walked out of the car with your box of pastries at hand. The minute you approached the dorm, reported fled to your side as you began walking in.

“Are these for BTS?” one asked immediately. You just shrugged as you approached the door.

“Who are they from?” a second one asked, pushing the first reporter to the side. Again, you shrugged at them as you walked into the building. They said a few choice words about your manners before you walked away from them. Fucking vultures, you thought to yourself as you got to the front desk. Usually at night, you were in different attire so the concierge didn’t recognize you. Either that or it was so late, he wasn’t even there. It was better that way. If he did recognize you, he could mention to Namjoon that you had visited the dorm while he was away, causing problems for the other members as he questioned your appearance there.

“Good afternoon! I have a delivery for Bangtan Soeyondan on the 3rd floor,” the man scribbled something in his notepad before he reached for the box.

“Namjoon-ssi isn’t here and their manager didn’t mention anything to me about a delivery so I’ll just take these and he can take it up when he arrives,” he replied. Fuck, you thought to yourself. I have to get up there.

“Sir, this order was made by Yoongi actually. Surely you can let me up just to drop these off. He’s not feeling well. Last night, the poor thing pulled his...hamstring...yea his hamstring during their performance,” you lied, hopefully the concierge bought it. Slowly, his eyebrows furrowed and a look of pity played on his face.

“They work so hard too…” he looked around and sighed. “Alright, I could get into a lot of trouble for this but go ahead and bring it up.” You smiled sweetly at him and took the box in your hands again.

“That’s really kind of you. Don’t worry, we’ll keep this our little secret,” you winked. The man blushed and nodded as you walked away.

“Hey, I believe I know you from somewhere,” he called out to you as you waited for the elevator. Fuck, I almost got it, you cried internally. You looked to him and shrugged.

“You know I get that all the time! I must have a distinguishable face, right?” you laughed nervously as the elevator chimed, the doors opening at the perfect time. “Well thank you again have a good day!” You said in one breath as you rushed inside, pressing the button for the 3rd floor violently.

That was so fucking close, oh my god.

Usually when you walked down this hall, the sound of your heels clicking accompanied you. Today you were left in silence with your own thoughts. Your palms began to sweat with every step you took. It wasn’t the situation that gave you anxiety, it was the possibility of seeing Jin. You didn’t know what you were going to say to him if you did see him. Planning that out probably should have been included in this strategy. Instinctually, you only scrambled a solution for what seemed more important. Protecting your business. Shaking yourself out of your thoughts, you knocked on their door and waited for a response. It wasn’t long before Taehyung opened the door and appeared in the doorway.

“(Y/N)...you look…”

“Don’t even start--”

“Cute!” he doted.

“What?”

“You look so normal! Come in, come in! Oh and let me take that for you,” he said excitedly as he pulled you inside with one arm and grabbing the box with the other. You were taken aback by his kindness. He was always a sweet kid but after last night and the way he looked at you nervously, you weren’t exactly sure what you were expecting. But this was the opposite...not that it was a bad thing.

“I brought pastries!” You chimed sweetly as you both got into the kitchen. “I hope you guys like them.” He put the box down on the counter and opened them, his eyes twinkling at the sight.

“These are for all of us?” he asked innocently.

“Yes of course! Dig in, Tae,” he smiled at you as he grabbed a pastry and stuffed it in his mouth. It was hard not to giggle as he chewed, his eyes squinted in satisfaction. You walked toward him slowly and sighed.

“Hey, Tae. I just wanted to apologize for any inconvenience I may have caused for your group last night. I really hope that doesn’t affect the way you guys think about me or anything. I truly fell in love with you guys. You’re one of the sweetest group of young men I ever had the pleasure of meeting and I want to...stay friends with you.” Tae put his pastry down and turned to you. Your words made his cock his head at you and frown.

“It’s okay, (Y/N). I’ll admit, last night was pretty shitty but you’ve been nothing but nice to us. What ever happens with you and Jin, that doesn’t effect our friendship. Not unless you hurt him purposefully anyway. But I know you wouldn’t do that,” he picked up the pastry once again and leaned on the counter. “Plus, if I stop being your friend, I don’t get the benefits of free food every once and a while.” The both of you laughed as he took a bite.

“(Y/N)! You’re here! Finally!” Jimin said in relief as he walked in. The expression in his face changed to one of curiosity as he peered at the box on the counter. “Are those pastries? Tae, you have powder on your face. Those are pastries!” he ran excitedly toward the box and marveled at them just as Tae did previously. Another giggle escaped your lips as you walked up to the both of them, handing Tae a napkin to clean the powder on his face.

“Yes, pastries are great and all but…” you put a hand on his shoulder and gripped it tightly, digging your nails into his skin. A smile crept on your face as you watched him writhe in pain. “Where’s Maya?”

“AISH! (Y/N) WHAT IS THIS?”

“This is how I show love when I’m angry,” you cocked your head at him and kept your face kind and sweet as you let him go. He rubbed his shoulder and looked at you in confusion.

“I thought you were reasonable!” he cried. Taehyung chuckled in the background as he took the pastry Jimin was about to take.

“I am reasonable. I’m not telling Namjoon about this little fuck up and you’re still alive aren’t you?” His eyes widened as he nodded. “Well, let’s get to it then. Where is she?”

“In the bathroom,” you heard Yoongi from behind you. “She’s hungover and…” Suddenly, the sound of gagging and coughing echoed through the hallway. “Yea...so that’s happening.” A look of embarrassment and horror crept up your face.

“I’m so sorry about that. She usually doesn’t...well she does...but,” Yoongi chuckled at your expense and shook his head.

“Don’t be. We had a lot of fun last night. Right, Jimin?” Jimin blushed at Yoongi’s statement and he nodded shyly in agreement.

“Jiminahhh! Don’t be so shy now!” Tae teased. “You were the one giggling and moaning the loudest. Maya knows her name. I don’t think you had to remind her every 3 seconds.” Jimin’s mouth dropped at him, his face getting a deeper shade of red.

“Hey Tae,” Yoongi chimed softly. “Didn’t I hear a small, little moan a few night ago coming from Jungkookah’s room? It sounded a lot like your voice…” The color in Tae’s face drained as he looked at Yoongi with terror.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said defensively as he grabbed another pastry. “I just remembered, I have...something to do.Thank you for the food, (Y/N). You’re the best!” He ran out of the kitchen and back into his room. Jimin shook his head and laughed.

“You didn’t have to do that, hyung. That was mean.” Yoongi shrugged at Jimin and looked to the side.

“He’ll be fine. We all know anyway. I don’t know why they try and hide--”

“And I don’t think I should be hearing this conversation!” You interjected, putting your hands up to your ear. “I’ll be...uh...helping Maya out.”

“Oh, (Y/N)! Come on! You can’t possibly tell me you didn’t know either,” Jimin cried out to you. You shrugged as you walked away.

“Hey, I don’t know who or what you’re talking about.” They both looked at you with annoyance as you darted toward the bathroom. Of course you knew about Tae and Kookie. It was painfully obvious. But you dealt this situation before with Kyungsoo and Jongin. When they are ready, the two of them will come foward to their members about their...relationship. But for now, you thought it was best to let the two men explore each other and be sure of what they had. Even if Tae’s comment to Jimin was rather funny, you knew your place in this situation.

“Maya?” you said sweetly into the bathroom door. “Are you okay?”

“Fuck off, you wank! I know you’re just being nice because we’re here. You’re going to kill me when I get out of here!” she said sloppily through the door. You sighed as you put a hand up to the door.

“Yes, you may be right. But you’re kind of throwing up and I don’t think this is the right time to kill you...I don’t want to get puke on me.”

“Very funny, bitch...hold on,” her thought was cut off by her gag reflex and the sound of her throwing up echoed in the bathroom and down the hall.

“Ew, gross,” you said to yourself as you backed away. The sound of a door down the hall clicking open caught your attention causing you turned your head to the sound.

“Honestly! Who is making all that noise!? I’m trying to fuckin--” Jin’s stopped as he saw you. He was about to walk down toward you before he noticed your presence in the hallway making him to stop in his tracks. Your heart raced at the sight of him. Just seeing him in his PJs, his hair tousled every which way and his face still slightly puffed from his slumber. The blood was rushing to your face, causing you to blush at how enchanting he looked.

“Jin…” you said breathlessly as you turned to him. He licked his lips and turned back around, heading to his room. “Wait!” you called to him, trailing behind him. “Can we talk? Please?” Without saying a word, he closed his room door leaving you outside. “Jin...I’m..I’m sorry. I just want to talk...just give me 5 minutes?” He said nothing. “Okay 2?” you chuckled. Still not receiving a response, you leaned up against the door and sighed. “Alright, I get it. I’ll just...go.” You pushed yourself up and walked back to the bathroom, knocking at the door impatiently. All you wanted to do was get out of there at this point.

“Maya!” she responded with a grunt.

“That was painful to hear,” you heard Hobi say from down the hall. You looked over to him and smiled.

“Hey Hobi! I’m sorry if this...noise is interrupting anything or bothering you,” you said to him apologetically as he raised his eyebrows reluctantly.

“Oh no. That’s not what I’m talking about. I’m talking about,” he raised a finger, pointing to Jin’s door and you. “That.” You frowned at him and rubbed your arm.

“Oh,” you said awkwardly. “Yea...it’s...yea.” There weren’t any words you could think of to respond to that. Hobi noticed the trouble you were going through and walked toward you.

“I know, Jin. He’s just mad right now. He said it himself last night, more than likely he’s going to call you later,” he put an hand to your shoulder reassuringly. Your eyes brightened at the thought of Jin talking about you last night. Whether it was good or bad, you needed to know because it was obvious he wasn’t going to tell you now. Curiosity taking over you, you decided to inquiry more about it.

“He said that?” Hobi nodded. “What...what else did he say?” You asked frantically. He cocked his head to the side and inhaled sharply.

“Well, I don’t want to tell you too much without him getting upset but he did tell us not to be mean to you. That it wasn’t your fault. It’s just a shitty situation he put himself in. But we weren’t going to be mean to you anyway!” he said quickly. “Don’t worry, (Y/N). I know you care about him. Even if it doesn’t seem like it to him now. Honestly, I doubted you. But when I saw his present, I knew I was wrong…” Nodding at his words, you smiled sweetly at him.

“Thank you, Hobi. It means a lot…” He pulled you into a hug, taking you back a bit as you hugged him back. “Hey wait a minute! You doubted me?”

“Welp, I heard there were pastries in the kitchen,” he quipped as he pulled away avoiding your question. He started rubbing his hands together and licking his lips excitedly. “So I’m going to grab some of them and you can have fun with,” he motioned toward the door and made a face of disgust. “That.” You chuckled at him as he walked away, leaving you to deal with Maya.

After a few more tries, Maya gathered herself together and slumped out of the bathroom. If you didn’t want to kill her before, you certainly wanted to kill her then. Instead, you gathered her things and reminded her of the plan. Yoongi and Jimin described to you two where the back exit was. You suggested to have her meet you a block away so you were able to pick her up in a low key location. Yoongi looked at you and nodded.

“You’re real slick, (Y/N),” he said in amazement. Maya put an arm around you and pulled you close to her.

“I’m told you guys. This is the definition of a boss bitch,” you shook your head at Maya as she spoke.

“Yea, yea. Can we get back to this please?”

“Hey (Y/N),” Jimin looked over you. “You never told me if you ever killed anyone.”

“Can you let that go?” Yoongi snarled. You and Maya just laughed and proceeded to go over the plan one more time.

“We ready?” you asked as you put your sneakers on. Maya nodded and flattened her dress.

“Let’s do this,” she nodded.

“Alright, say bye to your...men,” you said weirdly as she walked over to Yoongi and Jimin, planting both of them a soft kiss on the lips exchanging their goodbyes. You sighed and looked away, getting lost in your own thoughts, your own jealousy.

x-x-x

“Fuck yes! We did it!” Maya cheered as you two walked into the apartment. You trailed behind her and followed it into the kitchen.

“Yea, we did,” you exhaled as you plopped on the stool by the marble island. She opened the fridge and pulled out a bowl of fruit, placing it on the island.

“I know you’re mad,” She walked over to you and sat next to you, taking a piece of pineapple from the bowl. “So go ahead, yell at me, beat me, throw me away into a cold, wet dungeon. I’m ready for it.” She took the fruit in her mouth and backed away defensively.

“To be honest Maya, I’m exhausted and all I have in me is this; fuck you. That was irresponsible. Don’t let it happen again,” your voice was flat and unwavering. She crept back toward you and looked at you in bewilderment.

“That’s it?” she said warily. “You’re not gonna kill me?” You shook your head as you took a grape from the bowl. “Wait...oh shit sweetie, I almost forgot!” You felt her bring you into an embrace, almost knocking you out of your seat. “I heard what happened last night. They were talking about it while I was waiting in Yoongi’s room. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine, really. Wait...you heard them?” you said shocked, pushing her away slightly. “What did they say!?” She crossed her legs and brought a hand up to her chin.

“I don’t remember much. I just remember him telling them what Chanyeol did. And then what Hobi told you in the hall.”

“Oh,” you said defeatedly.

“But,” you turned to her, your eyes twinkling in eagerness as she continued. “He did mention going through with his original idea. Whatever that means. They all seemed to be supportive of him too. They really like us.” You cocked your head in confusion as you crossed your arms. Original idea? A vibration in your back pocket took you away from your thought. You reached for it and pulled it out, examining the screen. It was a notification from your bank account, stating that a deposit had been made into your personal account. Puzzled, you open your transaction history and examined the account number and name that came from.

“Um...Maya?”

“What’s up?”

“Jin just made a deposit in my account,” she looked at you emotionless.

“Okay so?” she asked almost uninterested. You pursed your lips at her and narrowed your eyes.

“Well, he’s not due for a payment or anything. I didn’t do anything with him last night...so,” Maya interrupted you by taking your phone. “Hey!”

“Why don’t you just call him and ask him?” she began scrolling through your contacts. You snatched the phone from her swiftly, shaking your head violently.

“No! He clearly doesn’t want to talk to me right now! Maybe it was a mistake!”

“Bullshit!” She called out as she took her own phone out.

“What are you doing?” Your voice was frantic as you leaned in to look at her screen. She pulled her arm back away from you.

“As the head of accounts payable for Starlight Catering--”

“Since when?”

“Since you’re too pussy to call him and ask,” she brought the phone up to her ear. “I will.” Your eyes widened as she took another piece of fruit in her mouth.

“No! Stop it! Don’t--”

“Relax, bitch. Matter of fact,” she brought the phone down and put it on speaker. “So you can hear him too.”

“Maya stop if you don’t hang up--” you growled trying to reach for the phone as she pulled it away from you again.

“You’ll do what?” she scoffed.

“I’m gonn--”

“Yoboseyo?” Jin answered. You shot her a deadly stare as she stuck her tongue out.

“Seokjin! Hi! It’s me, Maya,” she said sweetly into the phone.

“Oh hey Maya. How are you feeling?”

“Better. Thank you for asking,” she inhaled and looked over to you. “The reason I’m calling though, is because I was looking at our financials and I see you posted up a payment into one of accounts a few moments ago.”

“I did, yes.”

“Right well, according to our records, you’re all caught up and you don’t owe us anything. What is a mistake? Because I can refund you right--”

“It wasn’t a mistake, Maya.” She shot you a look of satisfaction making you inch to the edge of your seat. You listened intently as the two spoke. “I’m assuming she’s with you right now?” His statement shocked you both a bit. Waving your hands frantically in the air, you shook her head signalling for her to deny your presence.

“Well right no--”

“And you have me on speaker right?” he cut her off. The color from her face drained as she continued.

“I--...well...you see--”

“(Y/N). 11pm. I’ll see you later tonight.” With that, he ended the call, leaving both of you stunned at what had just happened.

“I feel so stupid.”

“You know,” she started. “This wouldn’t have happened if you just called him.”

“Fuck off, Maya,” you said as you twiddle your fingers, not sure if you were terrified or excited about facing Jin tonight. He doesn’t completely hate me, you thought to yourself. A smile danced across your face at your realization.

“That boy adores you, (Y/N),” she doted at you, leaning her hand up against the counter. “He’s not going to let you go that easily.” You exhaled heavily and crossed your arms.

“That’s not the impression he gave me before,” you pouted. She sighed and put her hand on your back. “Yea...I heard that while I was barfing. But obviously, he still wants to see you. So just think of this morning as residual anger. I mean, you did go back to Chanyeol after he got punched in the face.” Bringing your hands up to your face, you groaned into your palms loudly.

“Don’t remind me!” You groaned into your hands one more time before you looked up at her and sighed.

“Remember a few weeks ago, you were jealous because Jin had called me and Yoongi hadn’t called you?”

“And because Chanyeol was your boo. Yes I remember and trust me honey, I’m not jealous anymore,” she brought her hand to your lap and smiled at you. You grilled her before continuing.

“Well...I was kinda jealous of you, Yoongi and Jimin...this morning…” She looked at you with a confused look as you spoke. “Its just because I--...it’s...not to sound weird…”

“You want that with Chanyeol and Jin?” Maya stated simply, not expecting those words to sound as strange as they did when heard out loud.

“That’s so fuckin weird...and bad…” you groaned admittingly. “How does that even make sense?” Maya made a hphm noise as she shrugged.

“It’s actually a thing. Polyamory. But I don’t think--”

“Not. Helping.” you snarled.

“Right…” she said hesitantly as she tapped her fingernails on the counter. “Well, its hard because both of these men love you. Jimin doesn’t love me. He’s just kinky and curious. Yoongi…” she stopped and looked down. “Yoongi has a weird way of showing his emotions. I don’t know what he’s thinking half the time…”

“Does that bother you?” You asked, not minding the sudden change in topics. You didn’t want to dig deeper into your shameful fantasy and if there was one thing Maya loved more than anything, it was talking about herself.

“Sometimes. I don’t know. You know I’m a sucker for emotional sweethearts,” she gushed as her head hang low.

“What about Yixing?” She snapped her head up at you and she bit her lip.

“He left so…”

“Yea but he’s coming back…”

“But he hasn’t even spoken to me since he left!” her voice filled with sadness. You inhaled deeply and scooted closer to her. “Guys are rubbish.” You scoffed and put you arm around her.

“Yes the fuck they are.”

X-x-x

The day went by fairly quickly. You and Maya decided to get some work done a little earlier than usual, tallying up the numbers from the night before. Impressively enough it was one of your best nights yet. The both of you were left in shock. When you called Ronnie, he took a jab at you and said the night went well because you were gone for most of it. You ignored his comment and sent him his cut immediately. It was about 9:30 when you got ready to head back to the BTS dorm. You hadn’t heard from him all day, neither of them actually. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to text either of them. It’s that you physically couldn’t. Your chest would start to hurt as you typed and you just put your phone away swiftly. Doing this all day took a toll on your nerves. On top of thinking about what you wanted to say to Jin, you were surprised at how functional you actually were.

As you applied your make up, you mentally rehearsed what you thought you should say. One of the things you wanted to express was yes, you did love Chanyeol. And yes, you did love him too. Wait...what? No. No. That’s wrong. You liked him. Yea. That’s what you meant. Anyway. This is about business. Having everything you ever wanted. Along the way, you met Chanyeol and he treated you with decency. He asked if you were okay. If you ever wanted to take a break from the world, escape with him for a moment and getting lost in passion, in affection. Until that moment wasn’t enough anymore. He aches for you when your away and worries about you endlessly. He is someone who protects you, so you weren’t afraid. You found bliss. But then you met Jin, and he treats you like a queen. He’s absolutely captivated by you. He wants to find you, and explore the world with you hand in hand. He believes there’s strength in your weaknesses and vows to prove it to you. When you’re away, he prays that you are taking care of yourself and thinks about the next time he’s going to see you. You found purpose.

But I can’t say that, you thought to yourself as you applied your final spray of perfume. Letting out a deep sigh, you grabbed your purse and headed for the door.

“Guys! I’m out!” Maya poked her head out her room and waved.

“Damon’s not here but good luck baby girl!” You nodded as you walked out, disappearing behind the elevator.

X-x-x

“Right here is good?” The cab driver asked as he pulled up to the curb.

“Yes! Here’s fine. Thank you! Have a goodnight,” you sad as you got out of the cab and started walking down the street. Okay, Practice.

“Jin, I’m sorry. Don’t take it personal. I didn’t go back to him because he means more...no that sounds terrible,” you scolded yourself. You walked into their building, looked over at the empty concierge desk and made your way for the elevator.

“Jin,” you pressed the button and sighed. “You know how much you mean to me. I care about you so much and...I don’t know where I’m going with this,” The elevator dinged as you groaned. You walked in and had a sense of dejavú as you pressed the button for the 3rd floor. I don’t have much time, focus!

“Jin, Tesoro mío, there isn’t anything a good blow job can’t fix!” You said with a finger up in the air. Quickly smacking yourself after and sighing. “That was the stupidest thing you’ve ever said, (Y/N).”

There was no more time for rehearsals as you finally reached the 3rd floor. Mentally collecting yourself, you walked out into the hall. The loud clicking of your heels was a relief. Your focused on your pace, drowning out any thoughts as you made your way to their door.

Knock. Knock.

“Jungkook!” You said delightfully as he opened the door. Looking at him strangely, he made his way into the hall and close the door behind him. “What are you doing?”

“(Y/N) I just wanna thank you for helping Yoongi and Jimin this morning,” he confessed rather quickly. You just nodded, still gazing at him strangely.

“Oh, kookie it really was no problem. Any time you ever need help, even if it’s not Starlight Catering related, just know that I will always be there,” you reassured him as you put a hand on his and squeezed it lightly. He smiled at you and scratched the back of his head.

“Why are you so nice to us, (Y/N)? I mean, Jin is the only one you have to impress.”

“Oh don’t say that!” You crosses your arms and looked at him dotingly. “I was and still am a fan of BTS. You guys have done so much for the music industry and for your fans. Truly, anything I can do to give back to angels like yourselves.” Jungkook’s eyes widened at your words. He started shifting in place, shyness overtaking him.

“I wouldn’t say angels…”

“Come on, Kookie. Let’s go inside before Jin starts yelling,” you giggled as you both walked in.

“Hyung is actually in the shower. He told us to let you into his room so you could wait there. Or you can come with us in the Big Room while we play with our dogs! Jin won’t like that very much because he swears we take you away from him,” he laughed as you two walked down the hall and stopped in front of his room door.

“As much as I would love to hang out with you guys, I think me and Jin need to talk,” you tapped your two pointers together and slouched a bit.

“Oh yea…last night…” you nodded at his statement. He sighed and shrugged. “Don’t even worry about all that. He’ll get over it. But I’ll see you later, (Y/N). You’re welcome here anytime.”

“Thanks, Kookie. It means a lot,” you snickered as you walked into Jins room, thinking to yourself, that boy is going to be trouble when he gets to Jin’s age.

You closed your eyes and inhaled as you stood in his room, taking in his scent. The mix of the freshness in his cologne and the sweetness in his natural scent was intoxicating and distinct. When your eyes fluttered open, you scanned the room, your (e/c) orbs darting everywhere but stopping in one place in particular.

You saw the gift you had bought him on his desk. The glass casing was off to the side and there was a screwdriver next to it. Curiosity getting the best of you, you walked over and decided to examine it. There wasn’t anything that could have prepared you for what you discovered. There was an addition made to the gift. Next to the iridescent Mario was a Princess Peach to match it, screwed in tightly next to him. There wasn’t a possible explanation for this. You don’t remember the package coming with Peach. You even swore that the picture advertising the figure didn’t have a Peach either. Your fingers slowly made their way toward the two figures. Just as you were about to graze the rainbow opal, a voice from behind you startled the life out of you.

“I bet you’re wondering where I got that piece, aren’t you?”

You turned to him and your mouth slightly dropped. Jin stood there, his upper bare body glistened, droplets of water still trailing down his torso. The towel around his waist barely hung at his hips. You stared at his narrow waist then up his defined chest and broad shoulders. Even though his cheeks were slightly pink, his skin was radiant and almost blinding. The way his dark hair clung onto his forehead seemed to bother him, so he ran his fingers through them, revealing those deep dark eyes that fixated in your direction. You wanted to speak, but it took almost all the energy in you to say anything.

“I didn’t even know she was supposed to be there...it looked…”

“Complete?” Jin cut you off as he walked toward you. “I admit, it looked great the way it came, jagi. But I just had to.” He stared at Rainbow Road for a minute, noting the amazement that glossed over his eyes as he studied it. It brought you a sense of closure almost. He loved the present. At least you did one thing right.

“Where did you get her in such a short time?” you asked as you bent down to look at Princess Peach. “I mean, You only had it for like a few hours, Jin.”

“Oh, I’ve had her for a while now. In fact, I was almost convinced I would never have the whole thing,” he said admittingly, looking over at the glass casing that was sitting on the desk.

“Are you serious? Nah, you’re pulling my leg. There’s no way…” you stood up straight and backed away.

“(Y/N), remember when I told you everything in life has meaning?” He turned to you and adjusted his towel. The nerve of him.

“Yes, I do,” you croaked, trying not to stare too much. He chuckled as he noticed and you started blushed.

“Well, I think there was some meaning behind this. Even if it’s not intentional,” You cocked your head at him. Not sure exactly what he meant. He chuckled again, causing a warm burst to travel up your core at the sound. “To put it simply, we were meant to find each other...at least that’s what I think…” When his voice trailed off, you took that as initiative to approach him. To be honest, you didn’t know where this sudden act of bravery came from but the way Seokjin looked in a towel was magnetizing.

“Even after last night, you believe that?” Your voice was soft and timid. It was a question you were scared to ask. Truthfully, you didn’t want to know the answer. You just wanted to stay in this moment. Replay it over again and hear those words again. But he took you away from that as you felt his hand cup your cheek, forcing you to stare into those deep dark eyes that you had admired from a far before.

“Especially after last night,” he breathed into you. Blinking a few times to make sure this was really happening, you tried to lean in to your lips would meet his but he stopped you.

“Let me get dressed,” he smiled as he walked away to his closet. The sudden lack of his warm skin against yours almost froze you over where you stood. But instead, you walked behind him as he approached his closet. Jin was infectious that night. The minute he touched you, it was like you gained a hunger you’ve never felt before. It was insatiable and the only thing you to calm it was the taste of his flesh. Tonight, you didn’t want Jin. You didn’t crave him. You needed him.

You started at his shoulders, trailing kisses everywhere in the space between them. He exhaled slowly, letting his head fall back slightly as he clung to a piece of clothing in his closet for support.

“(Y/N), you’re making this...ahhh,” he couldn’t finish his sentence as you moved your tongue along the crook of his neck up to his ear. Your hands roamed the front of his body as you held him close to you.

“Jin,” you whispered in his ear, your hands stopped at the towel.

“Hmm?” he said, biting his lower lip as you grabbed at the fabric around his waist.

“Do you still want me?” you purred into his ear as you stuck your fingers in through his towel, running them along the skin at his hip. Jin grabbed your wrist and removed your hand. He turned around so that he was now facing you.

“(Y/N),” he groaned as you felt his hands run down your back, cupping your bottom so he could pull you into him. “Want isn’t even the word.”

His hands traveled down your thigh as he pulled your dress over your hips. The space between you disappeared as your lips collided against each other, overlapping each other glacially. You moaned into him as you felt his hand slide down the bare skin on the back of your thighs. His other hand mirrored the action and suddenly, you couldn’t feel the ground beneath you. He picked you up and threw your legs around him. You cupped his face with one hand and with your free arm, you held on to him for support. The sound of both of you moaning and panting filled the room as he carried you over to his computer chair.

As he plopped down, you adjusted your self, straddling him while your other hand cupped his other cheek. His hands fell down to your bottom again, gripping onto you as you continued to taste each other. Your tongues danced together, lapping feverishly against each other. Jin pushed your dress up your stomach, past your breast slowly as he ghosted his hands over them. You pulled away for a second so he could successfully extract the dress off you but continued that minute he glimpsed at the way you looked in your undergarments.

“It’s been...so long,” you said amidst the messy kisses. “I can...I can’t wait.” He chuckled at you as his mouth moved from your lips to the space in between your breast. Jin started kissing and licking against your skin as his hands reach around you and started undoing the clasps of your bra. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, letting your hand run through the hair behind his head as he devoured you. When he successfully undid your bra, he slid the straps down your arms and discarded it across the room. Jin’s hands cupped at your breasts and he brought them down to him. Pushing them together, he looked up at you as he ran his tongue over your nipple, swirling around it lightly before darting to your other nipple. His tongue working on that nipple before darting back to the other. Then back again. The sensation of him alternating back and forth quickly caused your heat to throb. He did this slowly at first, loving the way you rocked your hips against him. You could feel his erection through the fabric of the towel, wanting to rip it off him and feel that member inside you.

His motions became faster, sucking and licking at both your breasts in intervals. At first you were panting and moaning softly at his touch, but as he bite at you softly, you let out a small whimper that put him over the edge. He pulled the towel off him from under you and he placed two fingers against your heat, feeling the juices that soaked through your panties.

“Do I make you this wet, (Y/N)?” he growled as he pushed the fabric aside, running a finger against your entrance. You groaned needily and collapsed on him, your head resting on his as you held him tightly to you. “You don’t want to wait?” he whispered into your ear.

“I can’t wait,” you whined as he teased you, moving his thumb against your clit. “I need you, Jin. I need you so bad.” And those words were true because you couldn’t wait. Your hand coasted down between you two. Without haste, you grabbed his cock pushed his hand aside as you brought it to your entrance.

“Look it how wet you made me,” you cooed as you started to pump him slowly, rubbing the tip of his cock along your soaked essence. He twitched underneath you and mumbled a few curses under his breath. Jin’s hands traveled back to your bottom but this time he grabbed at it firmly, as if trying to hold himself up. “Do you really want to, tesoro?” he whimpered as you teased him, picking up the pace in your wrist. “You want to fuck me?”

“No,” he grunted, grabbing your hand away from his length as he jerked his hips forward. He slipped inside you aggressively, stretching you out without warning. You threw yourself forward into him, moaning loudly into his shoulder. At first, he was guiding your hips slowly. The pain of his member piercing inside you was being dulled down by pleasure. You shifted on him and directed his head against your spot.

“Jin...you’re fucking me now aren’t you?” your voice was shaky as you found your rhythm and started grinding against him. His lips parted and his head rolled back as you rolled into him. Jin ignored your question as he got lost in you. Your breast moving and bouncing as you rode him, the way your hair brushed against his face. You could feel him throbbing inside you lightly. He was close, but he was holding back. You started tantalizing him, bouncing on him instead. The way your womanhood suctioned around him as your body eased in and out of him caused him to grip at your waist, pushing you up and down him a little bit faster.

“(Y/N)...” he husked as you tightened your walls around him. “I can’t fuck you…” your eyes met and locked before he spoke again. “Because...uhhh...you aren’t,” his cock slammed into your spot again, causing you to moan loudly. You felt his length twitch inside you again at the sound. “You aren’t a fuck...I lov-ahhh fuck…” The walls of your womanhood started to tighten unwillingly around him. You bounced on his cock faster and with more force, constantly crashing against your spot. Instantaneously, he started to bring his hips up and push himself into you.

“Come with me, jagi...come with me,” he begged breathlessly as he brought you down to him, embracing you as you bounced your bottom up and down. Your fingernails dug into his back as you felt pure euphoria blast through your whole body, setting all your nerve receptors on fire.

“Jin,” you chanted over and over again as you gushed all over his thighs. He grunted lowly as your muscles twitched against him, bringing him to his climax. A loud moan escaped his lips as he shot his load inside you. His body quivering and shaking underneath you as you rode out his and your orgasm.

The both of you sat there for a minute, panting heavily and sighing loudly. Jin’s hands rested at your bottom and he leaned his head against your arm. His lips brushed against your inner bicep and he kissed the spot repeatedly as you regained your breath.

“Jagi,” Finally breaking the silence, he ran his hands up and down your back lightly. “I’m sorry.” Taken aback by his words, you sat back and looked at him quizzically.

“Sorry? For what?” you uttered breathlessly. He brought his hands up to your hips and looked at you with sincerity.

“For creating a scene yesterday, putting you in an awkward position. I should have walked away earlier. There are things I shouldn’t have said to him. Not because they aren’t true but because they caused everything to escalate. This whole thing should have been settled more maturely...and for that I’m sorry.” As he spoke, you couldn’t help but furrow your eyebrows and run a hand through his hair.

“I see,” you raked your fingers through his hair again, loving the way his wet locks felt against your palms and between your fingers. “Well apology not accepted. You have nothing to apologize for, Jin. I think if I was in your position, I would have handled things similarly or...stupidly,” he cocked his head to the side and pursed his lips as you spoke. His eyes threatening to close as you continued to comb through his hair. “You handled everything better than anyone else probably would. I mean, you’re here with me now. Who would want to see me after last night?” Jin sighed and grabbed the hand that was working into his hair. He brought it down to his mouth and kissed your wrist lightly.

“You might be right. But I can only speak for myself. And I’m not proud of how I acted. Chanyeol shouldn’t be either but I digress,” his face scrunched up as he uttered his name.

“So you’re not mad at me?” you asked timidly. He raised an eyebrow and kissed your wrist again.

“No, I wouldn't say I’m not mad. I’m just coping with it,” he let out a sigh and grabbed your other hand before he continued. “When I met you, I knew what pretenses they were under. What you were about. The things you wouldn’t tolerate…” he licked his lips and looked at you tenderly. “Your fear of falling in love...and that’s all okay. It’s fine. Ultimately, it’s my fault for making it out to be more than what it was and making it about love.”

“Jin,” you stopped him abruptly. “Making what about love? What are you saying?” He blinked at your several times, you saw his adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed hard.

“Right…” he sighed and bit his lip, putting his arms around your waist bringing you closer to him. “Jagi, there was something I wanted to tell you yesterday, do you remember?” You shook your head at him, nervously.

“Yes, I do.” For a second, he stopped breathing and his hands trembled against your hips. He looked down momentarily, as if trying to find the words to say in between your naked bodies but then he looked up at you. The silence was giving you anxiety.

“(Y/N)...” he brought a hand up to your cheek and looked deeply into your eyes.

“I...I love you.”

A/N ;; Guy pleaseeee don’t forget to check out the playlist. It definitely sets the mood for this story. Even if you listen to the first 4 songs on the list. Anyway, let me know what you guys think in my inbox or on here. Stay tuned! <3 Thank you for reading you beautiful person you.

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Young Hope: Chapter 32

Somewhere underneath the shallow soil of New Mexico stood a moist, dank cavern, several dripping echoes sound off through the rocky tunnels as droplet of water descend down from the bottom of its stalactite and drop towards the bottom.

Along the very top of these caverns be dozens of holes leading out to the surface above, letting the afternoon sunlight shine down through the rough stone caverns; a growing screech soon joining the symphony of dripping water.

Through one of these holes could something be seen gliding high above the surface of these caverns; a plane made from tin, wood, aluminum, and plastic soaring through the skies housing three figures within the open cockpit.

Once over the holes of these caverns, the trio drop out from their seat and begin their descent down towards the earth as the plane they came in drifts off on autopilot; one of these figures strangely plummeting down while strapped to what seemed to be a wheelchair.

The bright sunlight starts to withdraw from one of these falling people to unveil them to be the orange skater herself; her and the other two figures pulling the strings out from their backpacks to let unfurl parachutes made from sown kitchen rags and shoestrings, these crudely made parachutes assuring their safe descent down through the holes leading down into the caverns.

“Gotta hand it to ya, Hank. I didn’t imagine that plane you built holding out for even 10 minutes, much less the hour it took to get here. Sorry for doubting ya.” the orange lass admits.

As the shadows withdraw from the chair bound figure, the red capped wiz kid responds back with:

“It’s alright there, Mally. Everyone pretty much gets that impression.”

Eventually do all three of them land upon the crag surface of the damp cavern floors, the young skater glancing over to her chair bound bud to find his wheels struggling to move along the uneven rocky floor.

“You sure you’re still up for this whole spelunking trip? Doubt you’d get pretty far in that.”

“Mally, come on. You’ve known me longer than that. Ya gotta know by now that I wouldn’t go rolling straight into a dark damp cave without coming prepared.” the inventor reminds her while reaching down for a button set along the bottom of his seat.

As soon as the boy presses this button does the entire chair suddenly pop right up; countless suctions cups and small spikes protruding out from every inch of the wheels rims.

“Tada! Been wanting to test this out for a while now. Fully upgraded off road wheelchair rims designs to roll through the toughest of terrain for off road exploration.

That ain’t the only modification I stashed in this chair of mine, but what would be the point in ruining the surprise now?”

“That’s just fan-fucking-tastic.” the third of the trio aggressively claims.

Both of them glancing over to the direction of the voice and witness a young man in a blue jumpsuit step out from the cave’s shadows, his hands coated in a strange pure black substance.

“The hell you didn’t show any of that fancy shit to yo momma for? Wouldn’t have to bitch at me and force me to going along with you two.”

“Melvin, do you really think that would have changed her mind? All it would have wound up getting out of it would be having to stuff all the gadgets back in.”

“Fuckin whatev. Lets just get this shit over with.” the young man harshly suggest, stomping off further down into the darkness of the caverns.

“So, whats up with him? He seems a bit grouchier than usual. Think he might be mad at us?” Mally can’t help but wonder.

“Eh, it ain’t that. He’s just still mad that his girlfriend broke up with him.”

“Ow, that’s gotta be rough on him. Can’t begin to imagine what its like to excuse me, say that again?”

“Yeah, ever since Chloe broke out of Circe’s possession, Melvin’s done all he could to comfort and help her through all the haunting memories. Then just out of nowhere, the two of them just split apart.

He hasn’t really been that keen on going into detail about it either, refusing to go into about what happened or why it happened. All he ever says to anybody about it is that some shit went down…

Maybe we should catch up to him so he doesn’t wind up getting himself lost.”

Suggesting this do the two of them head out in the same tunnel that Melvin had stormed straight into; all while Mally processes this little tidbit of news.

They broke up. Chloe and Melvin actually broke up. This-this is so…There could actually be a chance now for- No! No! That can’t happen. Can’t think of stuff like that. Melvin is a good friend, and darting straight for Chloe after he went through all that with her would be cruel and horrible; it’d mess him up even more.

He needs a friend right now. Someone to talk to in this difficult and rough time…

But what about Chloe…She’s probably a wreck too...No...Gotta focus on whats happening now; and right now, Melvin needs help, he needs to know that his friends have his back.

Soon enough do the two eventually catch right up behind the third of their trio, the huffing young man continuing through the depths of the caves as Mally starts to approach from behind; the skater attempting to start with:

“Hey Melvin. Just to let you know, we’re here for you, kay buddy? You can talk to us about what happened between y-”

“So you know what exactly we’re supposed to be lookin for down here?”

“I-oh...Th-the book I got from under the library didn’t really give me much on what exactly.”

“You mind telling us what it did tell you about these caves.” Hank pops in with.

“Well, all I managed to get out of it was that a bunch of people from a hell of a long time ago used to send their kids down through these cave to go through the trails set up by the Kybr. Only when passing these test will they be able to “Ascend” with them. Not much detail other than that, I’m afraid,”

“So what you tellin us is that you ain’t got a damn clue what we’re searchin for.” Melvin concludes with.

“That’s what we’re here to find out, Mel. Gathering whatever clues and leads we can find to figure how where exactly my brother wound up getting dragged to.”

“And what do you think it all might entail?” Hank asks.

“Eh, something about angels, I don’t know. Point is that we’ll keep going along through the tunnels of this cave til we find something that stands out. Something like-”

Just before the young lady could finish answering her chair bound friends question, Mally suddenly bumps right against Melvin’s own backside; backing away a tad to discover the young man having stopped dead in his tracks.

“Mel?...Why’d you stop?”

Moving over to his side, the skater discovers the young man aiming quite the shocked glare at what lies before them; Mally directing her own gaze over in the same direction, her pupils tremble and shrink when finding the site that had shaken her friend so.

Coming out from right behind the two of them, Hank wheels himself over to their side as he wonders aloud:

“What’s going on? Why did both of you suddenly stop in the middle of Oh my god!”

Sharing in the horrible site, all three of them stare upon the horrifying site of several skeletal remains littering the rocky tunnel ahead; all of them left astonished to find some of them being smaller than their own.

“Uh-un-um...I-I guess this might be the right way.” the skater utters out.

“What...the...fuck kind of fucked up shit did you drag us into!?” Melvin exclaims, aiming his accusing glare over to the young girl.

“I-I-I don’t really know exactly. I knew we’d run into something like this, but-”

“Fucking!...Fuck this, I sure as hell ain’t gonna let ya drag me and My cuz down this kind of hell hole. Come on Hank, we leaving.” he proclaims, soon heading out in the direction they came in.

Remaining by the skaters side, Hank turns over to his retreating cousin and bluntly answers with:

“No!”

Halting right in his tracks, the young man turns back towards the two of them and tell his cousin:

“Ya kidding here, right? You’re smarter than this, Hank. You really gonna let her drag us through this sort of grim bullshit and risk our lives for shits and giggles.”

“It ain’t about that and you know it, Melvin. Mally came to me for help in looking for her brother and I sure as heck ain’t gonna spur her now.

You can go and leave if you want to, but I sure ain’t gonna turn my back on any friend that needs me.”

Tightly shutting his eyes, the young man lets out a rather upset growl while sliding his hands against his face; soon walking back to the two as he claims that:

“Fine! Yo mom will kill me if I let you wind up dying anyway. Rather die here than having to deal with that shit.”

Coming to this conclusion, all of them continue down the depths of the rocky caverns side by side; descending deeper into its thickening darkness together.

Soon do their little spelunking expedition comes to its first roadblock, the trio left to face a vast and stretching chasm that gradually descends deeper down the rest of the cave.

Along the lengthy walls of this seemingly unending chasm, odd and swirling markings are left etched along the side; the swirling carvings taking the shape of bizarrely crafted arrows that point out deeper into the cave.

Taking the moment to see what awaits below the abyss, the three of them discover several more skeletal remains left littering the sharp and pointed stalagmites that decorate the bottom; some of their skulls having been pierced through the pointed stone.

“Huh, if I were a gambling girl, I’d bet this here is one of the trails mentioned in the book.” Mally mentions.

“They serious sent kids down here expecting them to cross this shit with their bare hands and feet back then? The fuck was wrong with all them?” Melvin questions.

“That’s partially what were here to find out. You think you can fly us across all this Hank?” the young skater answers while glancing to the wiz kid.

“Eh, not sure. I only calculated the fuel usage and distance measurements based on my own weight; I’m not sure how long the thrusters might last with both of you piggybacking me. I’d imagine my chair would collapse in just under five minutes, and that’s not even accounting what we might run into while crossing.”

“Doesn’t matter to me. The two of you can come up with something while I move ahead.”

“Wait, what do you-”

Before the young girl could press on for an explanation, Melvin suddenly leaps out to the side of the chasm; catching both her and Hank off guard.

Watching as they young man jumps through the air, the two of them are relieved to see him make it along the side of the dangerous chasm; the sharp ends of his fingers digging right through the tough cavern rock.

“Meet you two up ahead.” Melvin states while springing up on ahead to the other side, his two friends witnessing him jump from wall to wall as he heads deeper down.

“Huh...Well, guess that just leaves me to figure out how to cross all this.” the skater comes to.

Gazing up to the set of stalactites hanging off the roof of the chasm, Mally thinks aloud as she ponders on:

“I could use my hockey stick to spin across the stalactites, but they look to far apart to cross. I doubt that I could run fast enough to reach just the first one. Wish these cave floors were smoother to use skates on.”

“Well, I was waiting for this to be a surprise, but I think I got something here that might help ya out? Something that I’ve been working on for quite a while now.”

Claiming this, the wiz kid reaches right behind his chair and opens up the pouch stitched along the back; digging through as he mutters to himself with:

“Come on, I know I brought it. I did bring it, right?...Ah ha!”

Pulling his arm out from the depths of his chair’s pouch, Hank drags out what seemed to be a shining metallic cylinder with a string wrapped right in the middle; a glistening crystal coating both ends of the tool.

Mally’s eyes glisten upon seeing the gadget presented to her; her finger trembling as it points to the device.

“It-I-I-It-Is that what I t-think it is?”

“Sure is Mal. Say Hello to the fully upgraded grapple yo. The mechanism made to be durable to even the greatest of impacts, guarded by a thick metallic shell equip with a crystal coating, the wire string strengthened with polymer material; all of it to make up a yo yo left far significantly enhanced than its older counterpart.

A gadget that I made just as you requested.”

Swiping the device right from the inventors palm, Mally can’t help but rapidly hop as an excited squeeze leaks out from her smile; a site which brings a proud smile between Hanks own face.

“I can’t thank you enough for this, Hank. This is just what I needed after the last one broke. Hopefully, this one will last longer than the old one did.”

“Actually, I’m kinda shocked how long the old one held up.”

Breaking her ecstatic gaze, the young skater glances over to the inventor to ask him:

“Wha-what do you mean by that?”

“Mally, I originally designed the grapple yo to be just a sort of utility tool in mind. It really wasn’t expected to be a sort of weapon.

From the ways that you’ve reported what you used it for, it’s honestly baffling how it didn’t break way sooner than that.”

“Oh, I didn’t think of that. But this one won’t break as easily, will it?”

“Heh heh heh, not with the way I designed it. The materials you brought me to make it were honestly some of the hardest and most unique that I’ve ever worked with. Even fitted with that crystal you got from under the volcano.”

“Don’t you usually work with wood, plastic and tin?”

“Y-yeah, but that’s besides the point.

The point is that due to the kind of metal that you brought me, this version of the grapple yo is significantly heavier than the last model.”

“Really?”

With but one hand, the skater lifts the gadget up and down to feel its overall weight, claiming that:

“It don’t feel that much different to me.”

“Uhh...”

Claiming this does the orange skater move over to the very end of the cliff; her eyes aimed to the stalactites that hang above the abyss with her new grapple yo clutched in the palm of her hand.

With the wire string wrapped around her finger, Mally casts her gadget out towards the descending pointed rocks overhead; the shell of the device encircling the rock and enveloping it with its wire string.

The lass takes a daring leap forth down the chasm, feeling her yoyo’s reinforced string effortlessly carry her weight as she swings over the countless pointed stalagmites below; the stale cavern air blowing in her face bringing out a big smile out of her.

At the very peek of her swing, Mally retraces her newfound device in a similar manner like the previous model; the shell revolving around the stalactite above until its string withdraws from the stone surface.

Once withdrawn back into her hand, the airborne girl tosses her metal gadget out to the next awaiting rock that hangs up ahead; the gadget wrapping itself around the rock and hugging its wire string around it.

Repeating this process, the skater keeps swinging on through the rest of the stalagmite riddled chasm in hopes of catching up to her friend that went ahead.

Soon joining her side, the chair bound inventor jets through the widened stone tunnels and over the littered spikes beneath his chair; the fire from his thrusters lighting through the encompassing darkness that surrounds them both.

“So, how’s it working so far?” Hank first questions.

“Beautifully. I can toss it and swing around just like the old one, and it barely feels any different. I don’t know what you were going on about it being heavier. It barely weighs any different.”

“Yeah, I didn’t expect you to adjust so quickly to it to be honest. It really doesn’t feel any different to you?”

“Not really. Of course, I’m not calling you out as a liar or anything; its just that training with two super powered brothers for years now can curb that kind of downside. I imagine it should pack more of a punch now that its much harder. Bet I can fling it in somebody’s face and crack their skull open with it.”

“You think you can really do that?”

“Hank, you’re talkin to the same girl who wacked away a runaway mini van with just a hockey stick a week ago. What do you think?”

“Eh, yeah.”

After this little conversation do the two of them manage to catch up to the third of the expedition trio; Melvin continuing through the depths of the chasm by leaping off the sides.

“Hey Mel. You run into anything so far.” Hank asks him.

“Not yet. Been pretty quiet. I imagine it won’t be for long.”

“What do you think we should expect, Mal?” the inventor then asks.

“I don’t know. The book I read didn’t exactly give out any hints. It could practically be anything for all I know. Something could come flying at us at any-”

“Look out!” both of them hear Melvin warn.

Hearing this does Mally gaze on ahead to witness what seemed to her as a pair of silver wings streak by just inches from her head; snippets of her hair cut from her head by their sharp blades along the edges.

“What the hell was that?” she wonders aloud.

“I don’t know, but there’s more of them coming.” the wiz kid warns.

Upon his warning do the other two gaze ahead and discover an entire flock of small silver angel wings all soaring in their direction; with next to no cover, the three of them prepared to face the salvo of sharp silver head on.

The first to combat the whole flock of disembodied wings, Melvin springs right off one of the cave walls and towards one of them at break neck speeds; using the sharp ends of his fingers to swipe them right out of the air.

None of their silver stands a chance against his demon like claws; the torn shards of silver scattering down towards the bottom of the abyss below.

One of these wings however does manage to sneak in a cut along the side of his shoulder, the unexpected slash making him flinch and lose his momentum; Melvin beginning to plummet towards the sharp stalagmites.

Moments before the rock could pierce through his flesh, the young man feels something grasp hold of his ankle and whisk him away to safety; the boy peering up his own leg to find Mally clutching at his ankle as she swings through the air.

The chair bound inventor beside them rockets ahead of them and towards an oncoming horde of sharp silver wings; a smile stretching across Hank’s cheeks as he presses one of the buttons set along his armchair.

Suddenly do the sides of the young wiz kids chair spring out to unveil a bevy of missiles seemingly made from tin and wood, launching all of them out towards the approaching swarm of silver.

Despite their shoddy appearance, Hanks barrage of missile explode upon contact with the flock in a puff of smoke; the evidence of their shards raining down proving just how effective they were.

Taking in a side view of the entire scene, both Melvin and Mally witness one of these wings slip out from underneath the remains of its silver siblings; the pair of wings delving down before rising up towards the bottom of the inventor.

“Mally!” Melvin exclaims.

“On it.” she replies.

Upon hearing her name does she swing over along the opposite side of where the wiz kid flies, using the momentum of her swing to toss Melvin out towards the bottom of his rocketing cousin.

Moments before the twin wings could slash right through the wiz kid from the bottom up, Melvin zips right underneath Hanks chair and swipes at the pair of sharp silver and reduces them to mere shards that scatter down into the shadows below; the young man landing right along the side of the chasm.

Seeing a ton of silver wings flock her way, the swinging skater brandishes her trusty hockey stick as she faces the horde head on; the orange lass lashing out to one of these pair of wings and breaking them in half.

Her simple wooden weapon proves to be surprisingly effective in combating the wings sharp edges, the fragile silver standing little chance against Mally’s blunt strikes.

Her chairbound friend glances back and watches as the swinging skater fights off the armada of silver wings, noticing one of the wings that she had smacked in half reassemble itself and glide back towards his orange pals backside.

Hank quickly reaches underneath his armrest and presses another button planted along the bottom; one of the spokes from his wheels detaching right off the frame and spinning through the air, the thin piece of metal boomeranging out towards the silver wings that were ready to strike the skater down.

Moments before the pair of sharp wings could impale themselves within Mally’s backside, the spinning spoke flies around just in time and deflects the twin piece of silver before they could even touch her; the orange girl noticing the resulting spark behind her and glances back to witness the wings that nearly had slashed her plummet down into the abyss.

She comes to see the spoke that had save her ass glide right past her side and soon return to the wiz kids wheel frame; the inventor giving the skater a little salute as he looks back to her.

“Thanks for the save, Hank!”

Having successfully overcome the flock of sharp silver wings, all three of them finally come to the very end of the long and grueling chasm; the trio each landing onto the accompanying cliff leading deeper into the rocky caverns.

Right upon the very moment that they all land, the three of them soon hear sharp beeping sounding off from nearby; Hank glancing down to one of the gauges along his armrest and claims that:

“And that’s the last of the rocket fuel.”

“The hell was all that?” Melvin questions.

“My guess is that it was one of the trials set up in these caves. But more importantly...”

After stating this, the young skater turns her attention over to the young man who asked her; finishing her thoughts with:

“The kind of stuff you did back there was just nuts, Melvin. How’d you learn to do all that?”

Hearing his orange haired friend question him with this, Melvin’s mind is left to picture images of tall, snake like young man holding the hand of his once dearly beloved Chloe; the memory alone being enough to lite sparks of fury from deep within.

Almost instantly does he race over to the two with a trembling fist ready to lash out, aiming his furious punch out to the taller young man.

Rather than the strangers face, Melvins fist instead hits what felt to him like a rock solid wall of skin and muscle; gazing to what he had punch to discover it to be the abdomen of a bulking giant.

The site alone is enough to make him reel back, where upon he comes to discover not just one, but three whole familiar figures looking down upon him with their sinister glowing eyes.

Along the sides stood twin giants of red and green; all with a blue young lady hovering between the both of them.

All three of them lunge and envelope the young man; their shadows swiftly retreating to unveil Melvin’s bruised and beaten body lying on the floor; droplets of his blood staining the concrete he lies upon.

Another figure soon overshadow the battered and thrashed young man, Melvin using what strength he had left to muster to find it being an orange haired kid boasting horns on the side of his head; the boy’s shadow taking the form of a great demon that envelopes his body.

Simply picturing all this once more makes the young man’s pitch black hands slightly twitch, Melvin taking a deep breath before turning away and claims that:

“I don’t wanna talk about it. Let’s keep moving.”

“Oh...o-okay.”

Witnessing Melvin continue further down into the darkness of the cavern, Mally leans over to the chairbound wiz kid and whispers to him:

“You think this might have something to do with his big break up with Chloe?”

“Don’t know, all of it did kind happen around the same time. But I can’t be too sure about what happened then.

But maybe we shouldn’t talk about it literally behind his back; the scars are still to fresh to bring all that up now.”

“Ah...Yeah, guess you’re right. Let’s just catch up to him, make sure he doesn’t get lost.”

Deciding this do the two of them take off deeper into the dark tunnels after the young man; the young lass between them requesting their third to:

“Wait up, Mel!”

As the three of them continue further down the stone caverns, the tunnels they traverse begin to thicken with darkess the further all of them descend; Melvin peering through the void while asking his cousin:

“Yo, Hank. You got a light?”

“Uh, flashlight? Eh, there wasn’t really enough room to install one in my chair; got it pretty packed with all kinds of weapons and gadgets as is.”

“Ain’t that great. You tweak yo chair to fit all this shody gizmo’s and gadgets, but you didn’t have enough foresight to tape a flashlight to it. Fuckin incredible.”

“Here, I got one.” Mally then speaks up with as she digs through her backpack, pulling out a flashlight from its depths.

Pressing the button along its neck, a bright light pierces through the pitch black darkness of the rocky tunnel; the young girl aiming the light towards Melvin while requesting that:

“There, perfect. Now you can quit acting so hostile.”

“The hell’s that supposed to mean?” the young man barks back.

“Melvin, listen. I know you’ve went through some pretty rough shit recently, I get that. But that sure as hell doesn’t give you the excuse to act like a dick to us. We’re just trying to help.”

“The hell you to think I should do to blow off all this steam then?” Melvin then furiously exclaims.

“You could just talk to us. You got friends and family, ya know. Gave you time to work through it, but now you’re just taking your anger out on us. It ain’t fair.” the chairbound boy suggests.

“How the hell you two planning on talking all this shit out, huh? Ain’t like either of you had anything like I had with Chloe.”

Upon hearing his cousin bark this at him, Hank begins to withdraw from the young man; the boy left clearly hurt by this rash and striking statement.

But despite the outrage, Mally refuses to yield to her friends rage and states:

“That doesn’t mean we’re not here for you. You’re just mad cause Chloe didn’t feel the same way.”

“Yeah. Pretty sure you know all about that, don’t you?” the young man counters with.

This swift statement catches the orange skater off guard, reeling back while uttering:

“Wha-what do you-”

“Don’t gimme that clueless shit like you don’t know what I’m talking about! The way you looked at her, the way you looked at us together; you wanted her too, didn’t you? Ya felt your heart ripped out just lookin at us!

Keep spouting shit about being my homegirl. Bet you felt pretty fuckin happy hearing that we broke up, didn’t you, ya backstabbing bitch!?”

“Melvin, I didn’t. I don’t feel that way.”

“Fuckin say it then! Say you don’t feel the same way I do when lookin at her!”

This sudden demand leaves the young lady utterly silent before her friends accusations; failing to say even a word to him as he harshly ordered.

Melvin contemptuous glare grows further as he witnesses the girl respond only with drops of tears streaking down through her cheeks; his fists trembling as he turns and darts away deeper into the caverns.

“Melvin!” Hank shouts as he starts to wheel after his retreating cousin.

Before the chair bound wiz kid could race after the young man, he glances back to witness Mally dropping to her knee’s; Hank wheeling himself back to her side as he utters:

“Mally?”

“Dammit...”

“Uh-”

Thrust her fist down upon the earth below, the upset young lass punches the ground hard enough to leave craters on the stone as she curses out:

“God dammit! Why couldn’t I say anything!? I couldn’t even spit out a single lie”

“Mally, is what Hank said true? Did you really want them to break up?”

A resentful sigh escapes her as the orange skater curls up on the floor, responding to her concerned friend with:

“I’m not even sure how to feel about it all anymore. Your cousin’s a good guy, Hank. He didn’t deserve to get hurt the way he did. But every time I looked at both Chloe and him together, a part of myself just felt horrible and guilty inside. I hated it.

And when I heard that they had broken up, I could feel this saddening burden suddenly be lifted deep inside me. And it all came at the expense at one of my own friends. Am I just...Wha-what kind of heartless monster am I?...”

Before the poor girl could drown in her own conflicting turmoil, her wiz kid pal rolls up to her side and reaches his hand out for her; attempting to comfort her with:

“Hey, quit talking like that. You’re not some heartless girl jealous of your friends relationships, your an incredibly caring person that wants the best for everyone around her. Heck, if you weren’t, you wouldn’t be worrying about it all as much as you have been.”

Hearing all this come from the boy urges her to uncurl from the floor and rise back on her knee’s; all while Hank continues on with:

“I might be more of an engineer than a relationships expert, but even I can see how you’re practically tiptoeing through a whole field of land mine; just preying that you don’t trip one and cause the whole acre to explode on you.”

These words cause the orange skater to rise further off her knees and back on to her feet, all the while Hank further claims how:

“I’m sure that you don’t mean any contempt by it; you’re just trying to keep your feelings from hurting the people close to you.

But...you shouldn’t have to strain yourself too hard with all this sort of relationship drama; else your gonna tear yourself apart trying to keep it all together. You know what I’m saying?”

Wiping away the dribbles of snot and tears off her face, Mally turns to her chairbound friend and answers with:

“I think...I-I just don’t know how to get through all this.”

“How bout we start by finding Melvin before he winds up getting himself lost.”

“He he, yeah probably.”

Having been pulled right out from her curling turmoil, Mally sets off with her wiz kid as they both continue through the tunnels that their third had hastily raced down; the orange lass aiming her flashlights glow through the darkness ahead of them.

Left utterly struck by the skaters lack of a response, Melvin darts blindly down the cavern tunnels as far from her as she can; his eyes shut tight as his mind continues to race.

Though he feels the ground he treads upon flatten out, the young man fails to realize himself speeding straight through a much more constructed and ancient hallway; the rocky and jagged walls that made up the caverns now chiseled and smoothed to more stable and solid walls.

Eventually does Melvin start to slow down and open his eyes, his site adjusting to the darkness and discovering himself within a four way intersecting hall; the young man leans against one of the corners to catch his breath.

Resting on the chiseled stone, the shadowy darkness behind begins to take the form of a figure; the shadow approaching the young man as it echoes:

“Your pretty easy to set off, aren’t you? Just one press of the button and you go apeshit.”

This pestering voice reaching his ears, Melvin quickly jumps right off the corner and turns back ready for a fight; his guard waning when finding not a soul waiting at his backside.

“That kind of hotheaded bullshit is the reason that she left you.” he continues to hear.

“Who the hell you think your bitch ass is, thinking you know what shit I’m going through?”

“Who I am is the furthest thing from your mind right, isn’t it. Even I can tell that isn’t what’s going through that head of yours.

Oh no, you’d rather think about how one of your own friends could feel the way she does about your big breakup; and all when hearing that kind of shit so soon too.

It hurts, doesn’t it. The broad fact that you’ve poured your whole body for this person and she just left you on a whim; and to top it all off, your friends wait beside you pretending to care. But on the inside, they’ve been waiting for the two of you to split so she can take her and leave you alone and hollow inside.

It just makes you wanna tear them all apart, doesn’t it?”

“Fucking shut up!” the young man shouts while turning back to the source of the mysterious voice, again failing to find a single sound behind him.

“Like seriously, when has all that blind fury ever done anything but distance yourself from those around you; those that bothered to even care at this point?

How long will you think it’ll take them to finally stop caring and leave you just to die alone?”

“Fuck you!”

Screaming out with maddening rage, Melvin blindly punches the stone wall nearest to him; his pitch black fist striking hard enough to send cracks through out the stone.

After the initial quake settles, a part of the stone underneath his knuckles begins to give way and withdraw into the wall; a much more violent tremor passing through and rocking the entire hallway.

Standing back from the wall he had just struck, Melvin keeps himself steady against the spinning quake; gazing over down one of the hallway to witness part of it turning and shutting into another wall.

“The hell is going on!?”

As the young engineer shouts this, he holds onto the wheels of his chair while the smooth hallway that he Mally stand within start to tremble; the orange skater keeping her footing steady as the halls continue to tremble.

Turning back to where both Mally and Hank had came from, the young girl witnesses the way they entered start to close in; the constant quaking proving too strong to let them race back before it closes.

Once their only way out finally shuts, the odd tremors finally cease, letting Mally regain her balance as Hank keeps his chair steady.

“What the heck happened there?” the chair bound boy wonders aloud.

“Might be another one of the trails. Think Melvin might’ve done something to trigger it.”

“If that’s true, then we should find him before it has the chance to throw anything else at us.”

In saying such do the two of them take off deeper through the chiseled stone hallway, their racing footsteps echoing through the tunnels as they proceed forth.

While the duo continue to dart through the underground stone hall, Mally reaches over into her backpack and rummages through its insides and pulls out her signature pink helmet; the young skater stating:

“Glad to be on flat ground again. Now we can get this short really rolling.”

“If we’re kicking this show into fifth gear, then let’s rocket straight through!” Hank proclaims.

“Wait, I thought you said you were out of rocket fuel.” Mally reminds him while pulling out her skate.

“Which is why it always pays to have a back up.”

Stating this does the wiz kid reach underneath one of his armrests to press another button set along the very end; the box between the wheels and the chair flapping open to reveal a set of fire extinguishers, their hoses curving out to the sides of his chair.

As the orange lass finally dons her light blue flame skates, the canisters underneath her friend expels out a white foam with enough force for him to speed off; Hank letting out a gleeful laugh as he rolls on ahead.

“Eat my extinguisher foam, Mal!”

“Oh no you don’t!” the skater denies as she takes off after the young inventor, a big smile cracking between her cheeks as she races after.

The rollerblading girl quickly catches up to her chair bound buddy, both of them peering ahead to discover the halls ahead curling upwards; Mally glance over to Hank and advising him to:

“Keep your momentum up and don’t break.”

“It’s not like I can anyway.”

Once hitting the very start of the rising spiral, the duo keep themselves turning along the inner side of the hall; using the speed they have gathered to ascend up towards the very top.

Once making it to the very top of the swirling spiral, Mally and Hank’s eyes widen as they find themselves beginning to drop down a steep incline; the two continuing to grin as they drop down the descending cylinder tunnel.

Reaching the very bottom of the incline, the wiz kids smile diminishes as he finds a batch of sharp silver spikes lying ahead; Hank turning over to his skating partner and uttering:

“Uh, Mal.”

“Just follow my lead!” she responds with while rolling on ahead.

Approaching the cluster of silver pikes, Mally skates over to the side of the tunnel and starts to roll along the side; Hank doing the same as he keeps up the pace with his rollerblading friend.

Noticing another mess of deadly spikes up ahead, the orange lass finds a narrow passing in between the pair of spike pits and rolls right on through to the other side of the hallway; the wiz kid rolling not far behind as he follows after and rolls along the other side of the tunnel.

After swerving around the pair of spike pits, the rolling duo suddenly climb up a steep rising incline; Hanks fire extinguishers continuing to carry him up while Mally starts gradually loosing speed.

The ramping incline proves to long for the skater to rise up with her momentum alone and begins to fall back towards the bottom of the ramp.

Before she could begin to plummet down, a reaching hand grasps her wrist before she could descend; Hank taking a tight hold of the young lass as he rockets up towards the top of the incline.

“Gotcha!”

“Thanks Hank!”

“Don’t thank me yet!” the wiz kid warns as he gazes up towards the stop.

Glancing up in Hanks direction, the skater discovers the meaning behind his warning and finds the way ahead proving too narrow to simply speed through; threatening to crash straight up into the hard stone roof above.

“I got this one.” the skater declares as the pulls out her new gadget once again.

Mally casts her fresh grapple yo downwards as both of them begin to near the top of the incline; the metal shell of the device sticking along the face that they had just ridden up.

“Brace yourself!” she warns as they start to reach the top.

Once finally coming to the very top of the incline, the grapple yo jerks both of them back before they could crash straight into the roof; the duo instead landing wheels first onto the top edge of the cliff as Mally withdraws her tool back to her hand.

Having made safely to the top of the steep incline, the two of them continue bolting through the rest of the underground labyrinth; the chair bound wiz kid throwing his skating friend right to his side for her to land back on her own two skates.

Racing away from the cliff side that they had climbed, the duo are suddenly alarmed to notice themselves speeding right towards a huge wall of impaling spikes decorated with skeletal remains; Hank warning her that:

“We’re too fast! There’s no way we can stop in time!”

Staring up to the top of the spike wall, Mally finds a hole on the top of the hallway; the ceiling opening seemingly big enough for both of them zip right up through.

“We won’t have to!”

Upon declaring this does the young skater toss her yoyo up to the roof over their heads; the gadget sticking right onto the stone right above them.

While running the string along behind them, Mally clutches one of the handles along the back of his friends chair and warns him to:

“Get ready!”

“Wait, ready for what!?”

Just moments before the two of them crashed straight into the barricade of lethal silver set before them, the wire string that ran behind them suddenly jerks back; Mally taking the moment to leap up towards the hole in the ceiling with Hank in her hand.

The unexpected jerk back causes the two of them to suddenly flip away from the spike trap and towards the hole in the ceiling; the extinguishers attached to the inventor’s chair gliding them both away from the death wall and propelling them right through the hole.

Mally detaches her grapple yo from the tunnel roof and back into her hand as her and Hank continue up through the upside down passage they race into.

Continuing to roll right along the hallway ceiling, both of them gaze up to see a wide pit of silver blades all pointing up towards them from the floor; Mally hanging on to the back of Hank’s chair for dear life as they speed right along the roof overlooking the bloody pit.

“Aaaaaaa-” Hank screams.

“Yeaaaaa-” Mally cheers.

Coming to the very end of the pit of bloody knives, both of them witness the hall narrowing back to the tunnels flat stone bottom; Mally warning the inventor she rides on with:

“Hang on tight!”

Hank holds on to the arm rests of his chair like his orange friend told him to, keeping a tight grip as Mally herself stomps on the ceiling they roll through and kicks them back down towards the floor; twisting herself through the air to tilt her friends wheels back towards the ground.

The two of them land right along the very edge of the silver bladed pit, continuing further through the chiseled stone tunnels on ahead.

“Oh, oh wow. Think that might be the last of it all?” Hank questions to his skating partner as she hops right off the back of her chair.

“I doubt it.” she answers as she rolls along to the wiz kids side.

Up ahead could both of them make out what seemed to be an eight way intersection up ahead; the octagonal hall constantly spinning in place and constantly shifting direction.

“Its all up to the luck of the draw now.”

Left to wander deeper through this interchanging maze of smooth stone, Melvin continues through the encompassing void that plagues the tunnels ahead; his eyes failing to adjust to the ever thickening darkness before him.

An irritated growl escapes from between the young man’s teeth, the familiar voice from before pushing his nerves as it asks:

“So, you regretting ditching those two yet?”

Rather than answering the unknown voice, Melvin simply continues through the darkness, flat out refusing to give any sort of answers.

“Yeah, probably ain’t much of a stretch to think that they made it out of this hole by now, all while leaving you to wander forever in the abyss.”

Continuing to ignore the pestering voice, he hears it continue to pry at him with:

“Just face it. You’re borderline lost without other people with you. Its why you grew attached to Chloe, ain’t it; she actually gave you a couple of direction in life.

Without anybody around, all that’s life for you know is just piss in the wind; left to flail through the void of life like an angry kid throwing a bitch fit. And all because you too afraid to face the pain those broken bonds had left.”

Finally does Melvin stop dead in his tracks, turning back to face the figure drenched in shadows that stands before him; responding to its jeering with:

“Your bitch ass said yourself that Mally left some pretty bad marks.”

Staring to the figure in question, the shadow starts to gain some semblance of shape; some of them being rather familiar to the young man.

“True, but your hands are obviously far from stainless in that whole shitshow. You just couldn’t help but let your fury boil over and scald those who just wanted to help, could you?

Like a geyser constantly spewing the worst kind of bile, nobody wants to stay around you for very long. It’s just pathetic, really?”

Hearing all this causes the young man’s fists to tremble with anger, roaring back to the figure:

“Yeah, who the fuck you think your sorry ass is say this shit to me, like you got a hell of a clue that I’m like!?”

From this outcry, all that Melvin could draw out from the shadow was nothing but a contentious laugh; the figure gaining more of a familiar shape as it jeers with:

“Your bitch ass can’t be this fuckin brain dead, can it? Thought that shit would’ve been obvious by now.

Really, how would I know all this stuff about you; how I know that you bitched at your friends and fucked off with a sour taste in your mouth?”

Pondering on what all this odd figure of darkness pesters him with, Melvin’s pupils shrink as it finally dawns on him what this mysterious being is; the figure staring to show some features as it announces:

“Ding ding! Looks like our boy here finally figured out what sort of overused cliché shit he’s dealin with here.”

Standing before the young man, the figure that surrounds the darkness start to take the form of several of Melvin’s own features; his eyes shaking as he stares right at his own sinister gleeful smile.

Those very same mirroring features suddenly disperse from a shinning light, the figure fully disappearing as the glow rapidly draws near; the light approaching too fast for Melvin to dodge out of the way of in time.

Whatever shines this bright light suddenly runs right through him and knocks the young man right up in the air; left to carelessly careen through the dimly lit air, where he then feels something wrap around his leg.

Before he could even land back on the solid stone, whatever has enveloped his leg suddenly jerks him in the same direction the light races; feeling the back of his jumpsuit scrap against the floor as he’s quite literally dragged through the hallway.

“Got em!” he hears a familiar voice shout.

“Fuckin- Mally!? Hank!?” the young man shouts out.

“Hey Melvin, glad to have ya back on the team!” the wiz kid responds with.

“The hell you two doin!?”

“We up and figured to take a more rapid approach through this trail and race through it like a half and hour...what did Micah call it, a speedrun?”

“Stop this god damn freight ride fuckin now before I get over there and whoop yo ass’s!” Melvin demands out of them.

“Can’t, haven’t installed strong enough breaks yet.” Hank points out.

Aiming her site out to what lies ahead of them, Mally’s smile suddenly shatters when discovering the sort of deathtrap that awaits; the lass claiming that:

“Then we might have’ta make our own set of breaks soon.”

“What does that mea- Oh god!” the inventor questions as he turns back forward and finds what’s ahead.

Their eyes gaze further down the hall they speed down through to discover themselves head straight for a set of chomping silver teeth; each hard bite it makes loudly echoing through the hallway.

“Guess we might’ve biten off more than he can chew here, did we?” Hank remarks.

The orange skater leaps right over the chair bound inventor and lands right in front of him, breaking with her blades and pushing against the fire extinguisher propelling his wheelchair forth: screaming out in her struggle on how:

“We need to break harder!”

Her outcry reaches the young man being dragged along in the back, this being his queue to thrust the sharp ends of his pitch black fingers straight into the ancient stone floor beneath him; chunks of smooth rock scattering all over the place as he keeps his hands shoved into the earth.

Despite both of their struggling efforts, neither of them proves strong enough to stop the wheelchair completely; still set on a crash course towards the silver pair of chompers.

Seeing their efforts only buying them time, Hank decides to use that time by climbing over to the back of his chair and reaching to the valve of one of the fire extinguishers; his seat belt straining his stomach as he stretches further out.

Yet despite reaching out as far as he could, his arms seems just a tad short to reach the canisters valve; his fingers just an inch from its steel.

Desperate to stop himself before he and his friend race to their utter demise, Hank swipes his bright red cap right off his head and uses the strap to snag the valve; pulling on the fire extinguisher as hard as he can.

When just only several feet of the set of silver biters, Hank successfully uproots one of the canisters from the bottom of his seat; his gleeful smile swiftly disappearing as the foam from the extinguisher launches him away from the silver teeth and sent careening through the air.

As the wiz kid sends himself flying through the hallway air, Mally is left to flop down the stone ramp towards the deadly chomping teeth; finally stopping with her head mere inches away from the silver guillotine.

Moving herself away from the pair of biting chompers, both her and Melvin’s eyes remain glued to the chair bound inventor as he uncontrollably tumble through the air in a mess of extinguisher foam; watching as he crashes upon the hard chiseled stone floor.

“Hank!” Melvin exclaims, uprooting his fingers from the stone and racing over to where his cousin had crashed.

After climbing out from the downward ramp with her grapple yo’s string, the orange skater swiftly rolls over to the crash site as the young man lifts the inventor back on his wheels.

“You okay there, Hank? That was one hell of a spill.” she asks.

“Eh, ain’t the worst crash I’ve ever been in. Just only got myself a couple of scrapes and bruises.”

His cousin having confirmed himself to be alright, his worrying expression drains away as he stands back on his own two feet; the young man beginning to walk away without so much as a word.

“Melvin, wait!” the skater calls out.

Stopping right in his tracks, Melvin takes the moment to amuse her request and only listens as she claims that:

“I didn’t mean to hurt you back there. I never wanted to.

It’s just...You know the mysterious ways love works, right? It just blossoms suddenly whenever it wants to without so much as a care in the world. I so desperately wanted not to feel the way I felt about Chloe when she was with you, but it just wouldn’t go away. And I hated the way that it all made me feel.

I hated the fact that one of my own friends was dating the girl I had eyes on made me feel so painful, sad, and angry. The way that I felt about it made me disgusted with myself.

I didn’t want to hurt you or Chloe with all that I’ve felt. That’s why I just stood back and bared it all for so long. I should’ve known that you would’ve figured out sooner or later.

But no matter how I feel or what happens between the two of us. I’m hoping that all this grief won’t strain what we got set up here.”

From this open moment of regret that a brief moment of silence passes between the three of them; Melvin glancing back to break the silence with:

“You still feel that way about Chloe?”

Simply hearing the young man ask her this leaves the skater disappointed with herself, unable to lie to him as she simply answers with:

“Yeah, I do. I can’t blame you if you hate me cause of it.”

Listening to the young lady admit this, Melvin simply turns back and continues to walk down the dark tunnels; seeing his back turned leaving Mally utterly saddened until she hears him ask in turn:

“You still wanting to figure out where your bro went, right?”

Hearing Melvin ask this almost instantly perks the young skater right up both her and Hank following the young man deeper into the tunneling labyrinth.

The three of them together once more, the trio continue through the winding maze of smooth chiseled stone, the orange girl shinning her flashlight down the path that lies before them.

Suddenly out of the blue do all three of them feel the hall they stand in fiercely tremble all around them, the unexpected quake causing Mally to slip on her skates and fall face first onto the hard stone floor.

Before she could start to stand back up, the walls between her start to close in; that section of the hallway slowly spinning and threatening to pinch the lass between the stone walls.

“Mally!” Hank calls out, wheeling out to her.

Before the pair of walls could clamp down upon the lying young girl, a pair of pitch black hands suddenly force the spinning hall to stop right in its tracks; Mally herself gazing up to discover Melvin keeping them from pinching her whole body.

“Hurry and get up!” the young man demands while struggling to keep the walls at bay.

While arising off the hard stone floor, Mally tosses her new gadgets out towards the inventor and wraps its wire string around his wheelchair; pulling back to jerk the young boy in both her and his cousins direction.

“Wait, the hell are you doing!?” the young man exclaims.

The young lady tugs the wiz kids chair hard enough to send him rolling right through both her and Melvin; all three of them tumbling through the hall far enough for them to be spared from being caught among the closing hallways.

Once all three of them stop tumbling through the tunnel, Mally helps Hank off the floor as she apologizes with:

“Sorry about that Hank. Kind of a quick second decision there.”

“Nah, I get it. Pulled a couple of those in the past too.”

“But really, I got you to thank Mel for holding the-”

Glancing over to the young man who had saved her skin, the skaters thankful smile deflates when witnessing the young man simply walking through the hall and telling them to:

“Come on. The end can’t be too far.”

“Oh...right.”

Geez, he’s uh…he’s still acting pretty cold. Guess he isn’t as forgiving as first impressions might’ve gave. Still, at least he’s actually talking to us. Would’ve thought it take at least a week before any of us could get a word through to him.

Let’s hope he feels like staying like that.

Heading deeper down through the chiseled stone labyrinth, all three of them eventually come to the very end of the hall; a stretching round chamber decorated with numerous carvings all along the wall. Right in the very middle of this chamber be a large stone button surrounded by carvings of what look to be disembodied angel wings.

“Ain’t seeing any way through here. Guess we should go backtrack.” Melvin concludes as he turns back towards the way they came.

Before he could get really far, he stops right before the corridor when hearing his cousin say:

“Hey, look at all this.”

Turning back towards the wiz kid, the young man sees both him and Mally staring at some of the engravings along the wall; Melvin waltzing over to their side and taking in the etched markings.

Along the very bottom of the wall stood what seemed to be humanoid figures gathering by the masses, some of them fluttering with angel wings and rising from the crowd. High above all of them however are what seemed to be numerous evangelical creatures that all sport different and numerous forms.

“So, what you think this all might be about.” Hank questions them both.

“The hell makes you think either of us knows?” his cousin responds with.

Closely staring to the dozens of almost eldritch beings that hang above the crowds, Mally takes note of how each and every one of them possess angelic wings in some form or another; no matter what sort of inhuman twisted or otherworldly form they may take.

“The better question is what all of them might be.” she adds.

Its in scanning through these numerous angelic beings that her eyes stop upon a particular one of these etchings; the young girls pupils shrinking upon glaring at the image of a neigh beastly severed head with dozens of angelic wings piercing right out from the base of the neck, all with its gaping maw holding the top half of a human on the tip of its tongue.

The very site of the image is enough to frighten the young girl to the very core of her soul, her body refusing to cease trembling as horrible memories that she had buried start to pierce through the surface.

No...No...This-this can’t really be-

“Hey Mal, over here.” she hears Hank state.

The calling voice of her wiz kid friend is all it takes to break the girl out from her fearing paralysis; Mally rapidly shaking her head about and glancing over to where the chair bound inventor had called.

“Found something over here.”

As both Melvin and her wander over to Hanks side, Mally asks the big inventor:

“Watcha find?”

Gazing in the same direction that the wiz kid does, the two direct their attention over to a particular piece that depicts another human figure with larger wings standing atop a tall jagged stone; the lines emanating from the rock suggest it glowing a bright light.

“So, what you think it means?” Melvin sarcastically asks.

“If I were a betting boy, I’d say that this is how the kids that were sent down here might have “ascended”

and became angels.”

“All cause of some glowing rock? The fuck kind of mineral did they pull out from the ass crack of the cosmo’s that let them do that?”

“Whelp, only one way to find out.” Mally states as she causally waltz’s over towards the button on the end of the chamber wall.

Moments before the skater girl could lay a single finger on the stone plate, Melvin grabs hold of her shoulder and stops her just in time to go:

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! The fuck you think you’re doing?”

“Uh, pressing this plate here? Not really much else we can do in here.”

“You sure as hell thinkin that punchin some strange button in the middle of a death maze is the smartest idea?”

“Well what else you think were supposed to do?”

“Yeah, Mel. Not to mention that this is the only part of the maze with these kind of carvings all over the wall, maybe pressing it is the only way we can move on.” Hank then adds.

“Neither of you seriously think that this just another trap set up to fuck us all over, or did the fucked up number of skeletons not give ya a big enough hint?”

“Melvin, we haven’t seen a single bone on the way through this part of maze. Don’t you think it might be cause it’s the way forward?” the skater counters with.

“Bullshit. Your just guessin now!”

“Well so are you!”

Rolling right in the middle of the two, Hank cleanly divides both his friends up and answers their quarrels with:

“Guys, guys, relax. This don’t have to turn ugly again. Why don’t we just do a coin flip to pick.”

“Fine.” Mally gives.

“Sound good to me.”

From just his pants pocket, the lovable wiz kid pulls out a shiny silver quarter with an eagle etched in the back with Washington facing the front; soon snapping the 25 cent’s right in the air as he tells both his friends to:

“Call it.”

“Heads!” Mally chooses.

“Tails.” Melvin picks.

Catching the coin right in the middle of the air, Hank slaps the quarter right into the back of his hand; slowly uncovering the piece as his friends closely watch.

The result of the flip revealing to be tails, the young man cheers his win with:

“Hell yeah.”

All while Mally viciously stamps the ground while cursing out:

“God dammit!...Fine, just lead the way Mel.”

As the two of them start to head back towards the corridor they came in from, Hank starts hearing a soft hiss constantly leak out from behind; taking a little glance underneath his wheelchair to the remaining fire extinguisher still attached to find the valve askew.

“Oh boy, better fix that before it winds up screwing us.”

Unbuckling himself from his chair, the inventor stretches himself over to the very back and reaches over to the loose valve; grasping the base with both hands attempting to tighten the lid back on.

Unfortunately, he miscalculates how much extra room unbuckling himself actually gave him and accidentally falls right out of his own chair; accidentally uprooting the canister and slamming it right on the floor, the valve unintentionally pulled right off the lid.

Melvin and Mally swiftly turns back to their paralyzed pal to witness Hank taking cover as his own extinguisher as it sporadically flails all over the dead end; constantly spewing extinguisher foam as flies.

When witnessing the hard iron canister aiming out towards the wiz kid, Melvin dashes out towards his cousin and scoops him away before the extinguisher could hammer down upon him.

The two cousins tumbling over to the very edge of the chamber as the extinguisher continues to sputter about, Hank watching as the canister starts rocketing towards his orange haired friends head.

“Mally, hit the deck!”

Like her partially paralyzed pal urges, the young skater drops down to the stone floor just before the steel canister could fly straight into her head; the lass looking over to the two boys and shouting:

“How do we stop this damn can!?”

“We don’t have to! It should run out of foam at any moment now!”

Just as the wiz kid predicted, thinner strands of extinguisher foam start to expel out from the open lid; the iron can gradually slowing down as it bounces off the carved stone walls.

Right before the canister could fully empty itself of leftover foam, the bottom of the extinguisher punches itself straight against the stone plate placed right in the middle of the chamber wall; the button withdrawing into the wall with an audible click.

Witnessing the only exit out from the small chamber suddenly close off to the three, Melvin can’t help but let loose an irritated sigh; cursing their luck with:

“Of fucking cours-”

All three of them then suddenly begin to feel the entire chamber start to quake beneath their crouching bodies; the room soon spinning in place with such an incredible force, one strong enough to fling the trio straight out to the etched walls behind them.

Try as all of them might to fight against the overwhelming centrifugal force, the trio remained forcefully glued to the etched chamber walls.

Turning his head over to the side, Melvin finds himself barely able to even lift a single finger as the room remains rapidly revolving; the young man screaming out to his friends how:

“This shit shows gotta stop before we turn into blood red pancakes!”

“Something in my chair might help. But I can barely move a muscle to reach for it!” Hank screams.

“I can...I can fix that!” Mally then claims, crawling her hand over to her overall’s pocket.

Reaching into the depths of her denim overall’s, the orange skater pulls out for her new metal yoyo and starts to raise the gadget up, straining every muscle in her arm fighting against the insane gravitational pull.

“Just a little more...”

When finally heaving the metal gadget as high as she could, Mally tosses the yoyo out towards the downed inventor over on the other side of the chamber; the gizmo flung just hard enough to reach the center of the chamber and go careening down right next to Hank.

When seeing his freshly gifted gadget crash right onto the part of the wall before him, Hank then hears the girl he gave the grapple yo to advise that he:

“Climb the string!”

Tracing the string left behind by the tossed gizmo, the wiz kid finds the metal wire overlapping his own wheelchair left stuck along the wall; Hank grasping the reinforced string and start slowly dragging himself across the wall.

“Right!”

Despite feeling the ridged and carved engravings that decorate the wall scrape against his skin, Hank nonetheless fights through the constant pain as he climbs up the wire and inches closer and closer back to his wondrous wheelchair.

Soon enough however does the partially paralyzed wiz kid finally crawl back to his knocked down chair; using what strength he has left to spare to inch his arms out towards one of the chairs armrest.

The inventor’s hand agonizingly inches along the layer of buttons set along the bottom of the plastic armrest, feeling the centrifugal force strain his arm as he inches the tip of his finger reaches out for the button he intends to press.

Against all odds does Hank finally press the button along the close end of the armrest, a plastic flap opening up at the very end of the handles at the back of the chair; a single tiny missile of wood and tin firing straight out from the hole and through the fiercely twirling chamber.

The overwhelming outward force causes the rocket to curve from its straight trajectory and redirected right into the pressed in stone plate, the missile exploding in a mess of rocky fragments upon impact.

As the smoke from the erupting boom start to dissolve, the room at last gradually loses speed and begins coming to a relieving crawl; the three kids and the wheelchair that remained pinned to the wall finally falling to the floor.

“Ah...Fuckin shit man. Thought it’d never end.” Melvin groans out.

“I could feel my intestines ready to spew out.” Mally moan.

While the two lift themselves off the smooth stone floor, their eyes drift over to notice the inventor left motionless on the floor; the scrunched remains of his wheelchair left lying on top of him.

“Hank!” both of them cry out, racing over to their paralyzed pals side.

While Mally takes the chair right off his body, Melvin flips his cousin right on his back and finds light bloody scrapes all over his skin; the young man attempts to shake him awake as he exclaims:

“Hank! Come on, cuz, wake up! Please be alright!”

His incessant rattling swiftly brings his cousin’s consciousness back to the forefront, Hank cracking his eyes open with a weak smile as he hears the boy claim that:

“Hey. Guess we made it, didn’t we?”

An insanely relieved breath escapes from Melvin’s mouth, answering him with:

“Yep, we passed this bitch.”

“Not sure if the same thing can be said about your chair though.” both of them hear their skating companion insist; looking over to see Mally holding what remains of the kid’s wheelchair; the metal left bent and scrunched inward.

“Shit. The hell happened to it?” Melvin questions.

“My guess is all the centrifugal force we endure was too much for the poor thing to take. All the pressure bent and scrunched the frame to the brink of collapse.” Hank implores.

“Think you can still use it.” the skater asks.

“I doubt any of the gadgets installed in it survived the trip, the inner mechanism looks too far gone. Ah, just got finished decking it out too.”

“What about as just a wheelchair?”

“Huh…not to sure. Can’t hurt to try though.”

“Don’t think so. You should just let me carry you.” Melvin then suggests.

“What, no way in hell, cuz.” he harshly denies.

“But-”

“Mel- Let’s be real here. You know I’ve bounced back from way worse.”

“...Fine, whatev.”

Complying with his paralyzed cousins request, Melvin stands up holding Hank on his shoulders; the young inventor legs dragging across the smooth stone as his cousin walks him over towards the wreck that was his supped up chair.

As soon as Melvin gently sits Hank onto the cushion of the nearly broken chair, its entire frame starts to tremble and quake beneath the boy; seemingly on the verge of collapsing at any moment.

With both of his hands, the boy takes a tight grip to the pair of rims attached to the sides, making the chair instantly cease shaking altogether.

A soft chuckle escapes from the young wiz kid’s teeth as his chair proves stable; Mally letting go of the handles along the back and stating out:

“Wow, holding itself together better than I thought.”

“Yep, that’s what custom made junkyard steel is for ya.”

Its in this brief moment of calm that they all feel the room begin to quake once again; all of them frantically gazing around the room and preparing themselves for what else it may decide to throw at them.

Their eyes are directed over to the other end of the chamber as they see the once shut exit open up once more; revealing a corridor different to the one that they had came in from.

“Hey, that might be the way ahead. Come on!” the chair bound boy eagerly suggests as he wheels himself over to the exit, keeping his tattering chair steady as he rolls forth.

While Hank merely rolls along out from the chamber, both of his friends waltz casually behind him; the two hanging back as the skater between them mentions how:

“Ya know. Your really luckier than you think having a cousin like him. Always willing to pull himself back up whenever life pushes him down.”

“Ya think I can’t get up from that shit?” Melvin questions.

“Oh believe me, you don’t stay down for long either, but I doubt you do it with a smile like his. That kind of friendly and helpful drive is gonna take that kid places someday. Places that we can only imagine.

Plus, it sure as hell explains how he can put up with you as a cousin.” Mally remarks with a jesting grin.

“Th-the hell does that mean!?”

His overblown reaction is enough to draw out a little laugh from the young girl as she skips ahead to her other friends side, Melvin’s anger broken instantly with a soft, small grin as he shakes his head as he himself catches up as well.

Coming to the very end of the corridor side by side, all three of them behold the site of what lies at the other end; a small golden hall lined with what looked to be several sculptures of twisted shapes and symbols hovering alongside strange wooden vines baring bizarre fruit.

The golden walls depicted more of these angelical creatures and beings sharing next to no apropos of any comprehensive reference, with nothing but angel wings shared among them.

Left to stand within the very middle of this chamber of art pieces and twisted trees be a golden pillar that towers them all, its glimmering surface depicting winged figures standing atop a glowing rock.

“Whoa...To think something like this was hidden with these caves all along. H-how did no one else find this place, especially in our modern age?” Hank babbles.

“Probably died tryin to find a way out.” his cousin remarks.

Rolling closer to the cylinder resting in the middle, the wheels of his chair suddenly lean into something beneath him, gazing down to find himself getting caught in a strangely shaped hole.

“Huh?”

Backing himself up, the inventor returns his gaze down once more and grabs his friends attention with:

“Hey guys, think I found something here.”

Waltzing over to their paralyzed pal’s side, the other two share in the boy’s site to gaze down to a pair of pressure plates sculpted in the shape of human feet; Melvin wondering aloud:

“The hell’s so important about this?”

“I think it might be what uncovers what’s inside that big pillar there. One of us has to step up.” Mally answers.

“How bout I give it a go?” both of them hear Hank suggest.

The two give the gleefully smiling lad a pair of strange glares, Hank failing to keep himself from busting out laughing, giggling out:

“Gotcha!”

“See what this shit does?” Melvin questions as she steps his two feet between the golden plates; both his friend and cousin stepping aside as the twin buttons sink down.

As the pair of plates continue to sink down through the floor, a brilliant light starts to leak out from between the cracks; the glow swiftly covering the surface of the twin panels.

When the light reaches underneath the young man’s feet, he starts to feel a searing pain sizzle his very souls’; the burning sensation urging him to jump right off and away from the pair of feet plates, watching as they rise back up and the glow withdraw back underneath.

“Fuckin bitch!”

“What happened?” Hank questions.

“Damn plate burnt right through my shoes.” he answers as he lifts his feet up, strangely finding next to no burn marks on the bottom of his kicks.

“They don’t look burnt through. Wonder what happened?”

“Swear man. Burnt like hell.”

Left curious of what she had just witness, Mally decides to step up and stand upon the twin plates; Melvin and Hank glaring cautiously as the light that emerged from underneath the plates return.

“I ain’t feeling any burning...Kinda tingles actually.”

In claiming this does the light glowing from underneath the plates start to crawl up from beneath the girls feet and up through her legs; Mally’s entire body is soon enveloped with in this thin layer of bright luminescence.

As the light remains over the young skater, its bright surface starts to take on a thick shade of blood red; the scarlet glow suddenly leaping right off the lass’s skin and out to the golden cylinder standing before her.

All of them stand and watch as the blood red light seeps its way through the engravings along the pillars glistening surface; soon growing out from the carvings to the rest of the surface until fully consuming the cylinder in red.

Once fully cloaked in the scarlet light, the entire pillar starts to dissolve before their eyes; the last of the glow vanishing to reveal what waits within it.

Above the trio does a hole in the ceiling open up all the way up to the outside, letting the twilight glow sun down and beat down upon their flabbergasted gaze.

“What-”

“The-”

“Fuck?”

All three of are left utterly shocked when left to simply stare at a whole lot of nothing presented to them beneath the pillar; with nothing but some pebbles scatter atop a sizable stand.

“The hell was that shit about? All that build up just to uncover fuck all.” Melvin exclaims.

“I-I don’t-I-I don’t understand. Why would anybody go through the trouble of setting up all these trails and mazes, send literal children down this death pit just for nothing to wait for them in the end?” Hank frantically ponders.

Approaching the stand that hid within the golden pillar, Mally picks up the bits of rock that remain upon it; taking a closer look and concluding that:

“Something definitely was waiting down here. But whoever found it last didn’t want anyone else having it.”

“Either way, we wasted our time for nothing.”

Feeling her frustration coming to a boil, Mally tosses away the pebble in a spout of fury; turning back to the two boys and disappointingly suggesting that:

“Lets just go home...”

Standing right above the hole, Mally takes her grapple yo out and readies to toss it up towards the sunlight; moments away from flinging it up before she hears Hank claim that:

“Maybe it wasn’t after all.”

Lowering her gadget, the skater glances over to her chair bound friend and utters:

“Huh.”

“Look.” he tell her, pointing out over to the far end of the chamber.

Turning over in that very direction, the orange girl withdraws from the light of the sun and starts walking away to the other end of the room.

All three of them approach the wall, their jaws left agap when watching the same blood red glow from before trail itself throughout the engravings; the scarlet light drawing out letter that soon form into complete sentence.

Mally reads the glowing script aloud:

“With your ascension now complete, take to the skies and soar to the highest peak.

Grant those who attempt to stop you a swift fin, for at the top, you shall rise to the side of your fellow kin.”

“Soar to the highest peak? Like a mountain top?” Hank ponders.

“Fellow kin? The hell does it mean by that?” Melvin wonders.

“I don’t know. But whatever all this says, it means one thing. My search for my brother is far from over.”

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The very first step of Mally's journey to find where her brother is. It seems that this little venture will not only test her body and skill; but her relationships to the people around her as well.

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chocolatemillkk · 6 years

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Kid Brother III

Finally gotten it up, I rewrote this so many times but I'm enjoying building up the story :) Part I

Friday was not going as planned. For starters, I woke up late and had to rush to work which meant I was late for my meeting and barely signed on the client I had been trying to recruit for the last two weeks. Just barely. When Joe texts me in the afternoon, my mood is automatically uplifted.

"We on for tonight?"

"Most definitely on," I text back.

"What you smiling at?" Kendall, my assistant asks.

"Nothing, just a friend," I say casually.

"Ooh," she sits on my desk. "A boyfriend?"

"Ugh no," I turn towards my laptop so she doesn't see me blush. "Just an old friend-he's invited me out and lord knows I need to unwind after this morning's shit show."

"Do I know him?" Kendall was really good at her job. Otherwise, she was too nosy.

"Joe, his sister's been around a couple times." I roll my eyes to myself.

"Oh my gosh your Youtuber friends?" She moves in closer as if I'm gonna drop their contact info into her lap. "He's a cutie! Totally dateable."

"What are we chatting about," my friend Shannon slides a coffee to me.

"Oh you're an angel," I give her a gracious smile-she was intentionally saving me. We both talked shite about Kendall on more than one occas.

"Have you met Y/N's Youtube friends?"

Shannon glances at me and I stifle a laugh, "Love, give it a rest. She isn't going to introduce you to Joe and you aren't going to have his babies."

"I didn't say that!" Kendall exclaims.

"You really didn't have to." Kendall rolls her eyes and goes back to her station. "Thanks for swooping in."

"Now you owe me, next time Charles starts chatting me up in the photocopy room you're claiming a girl emergency." I shudder, "I would do that regardless."

I rush home after work and heat up leftovers while finishing up my work. Joe said to meet him at a pub not too far away. He extended the invite but all my friends had partners they would rather spend their Fridays with. I only retouch my makeup and switch my lipstick for something more sultry. slip into a black halter dress and tease my hair towards the front.

"See you soon," I text Joe at 8 after making it to the station. He sends me back a heart and my own skips a beat.

Not cool, I scold myself. He's Zoe's younger brother and I really had to hook up with someone tonight so I could get over this weird flame I held for him. I didn't wanna be that girl but the truth was he had a plethora of girls his age and he never showed any sign he could be into me. Plus it would complicate things.

The tube doesn't take long and I reach the bar soon after. "Y/N, is that you?" Joe asks sarcastically as he spots me before I do in the dim lights. "I'm seeing a mirage boys, that can't be Y/N!"

"Oh stop it," I lean in to give Joe a hug.

"These are my mates, you've met Caspar and Byron when you dropped by the house that one time?"

"Hey," I wave at the two boys. Byron I definitely remembered, he was cute but I knew that all of Joe's friends were younger than him.

"Josh and Conor are getting drinks-that's Jack and that's Mikey."

"A lot of names," I laugh. "But I should remember them all."

"Joe you didn't even give us her name," the one with the beer-Mikey says.

"I'm Y/N," I say not waiting for Joe.

"Lovely to meet you Y/N," I could tell Mikey was trying to be smooth and maybe he did have something going for him but once again, too young.

"You getting a drink right? I'm paying on this honorable night," Joe jokes.

"I can get my own!" I say.

"Alright boys," a voice directly behind me yells out. "First round is on me."

I recognise Conor because I actually listened to his music but the boy with him makes me freeze.

"Josh?" I ask.

The tall ginger glances at me and is about to look away but he stops. "Y/N?"

"Oh my god!" Josh puts his drinks down and bends down to give me a hug. This was so unreal.

"You two know each other?" Joe sounds suspicious and I blush as I realise we would have to explain how. I was ready to lie but Josh forges ahead with the story.

"Yeah! We went out on a couple dates-"

"You two dated?" Caspar interrupts.

"Wait," I turn to Josh after the realisation hits me. "You told me you were 27!"

"Did I?" Josh's face turns a deep shade of pink as all the boys around us start to rile us up.

"Oh my god how old are you?!" I could not believe this.

"He's 24," Joe tells me. My jaw drops, I slept with someone four years younger than me?

"Josh!" I hit him with my clutch and he lets out a nervous laugh.

"I'm sorry! Honestly I didn't think it was a big deal! It's not like you got back to me!"

"Oh course it's-oh my god you're four years younger than me Josh!?"

"It's not like the two of you slept together it's just a few dates," Joe tries to diffuse the situation but we both go very silent.

"Oh my god," Conor bumps his shoulder into Josh. "Did our son here sleep with a woman?"

"I am right here!" I glare at Conor, mortified. This was the worst first impression I have ever had. I look to Joe, realising how awkward this must be but his jaw is clenched shut and he's looking at Josh who's looking back at him with a nervous expression.

"Let's talk," I grab Josh's arm, maybe a little too aggressively as he yelps

"Y/N honestly I didn't think it was a big deal! I was gonna tell you on our next date." Josh explains.

"Josh I feel like a cougar sleeping with somebody four years younger!"

"It was only twice," Josh mumbles. "And you didn't even get back to me so what's the big deal?"

"Oh gods," I grab his shoulder. "I just realised-I'm still angry at you-but I'm sorry I genuinely was not ghosting you!"

"What?" Josh asks confused.

"After our last date? When you left my place right, I dropped my phone in my sink and it was bad! I have a really demanding job and I couldn't get all my new contacts. I tried to find you online but I guess I misspelt your name or something cuz I never found you!"

"Surely I've been on Joe's Instagram," Josh says.

"I haven't updated that in ages, I'm too busy! Gods what a small world!"

"Boys!" Josh yells to his friends. "Remember that girl I was hung up over I said she probably ghosted me because she didn't like gingers?"

"Is that her?" Jack catches on.

"Yeah! But she damaged her phone, with my number on it," Josh repeats my story smugly and I look on in disbelief.

"You thought I ghosted you because you were ginger? I'm not that shallow!"

"Hey it's happened before," he shrugs.

"Wait Y/N," Joe says. "Is he the guy you were going on about after you got your new phone?"

"See!" I look at Josh. "Yes! I was upset I had lost your number!"

"Wait all those things you said were about Josh?" Joe repeats.

"Ooh la la what things?" Josh mocks which makes me laugh. I forgot how easily he made me do that.

"Yeah but he's 24," I try to remind myself too.

"So what?" Some of the boys ask.

"Age is just a number," Caspar pipes in.

"I guess," I say, not wanting to argue.

"So would you still be going out with him if you didn't lose his number?" Mikey asks.

I think about it, "I dunno,." I shrug.

"Oh mate," Mikey shoves Josh a little too hard and he spills over onto Joe who spills his drink on the floor.

"Josh what the fuck!" Joe errupts.

"Mikey how many times do I have to tell you to stop pushing so bloody aggressively?" Like dominos Josh turns his anger to Mikey.

"It's not my fault you're so scrawny mate," Mikey looks unbothered but his face flushes. This was getting awkward.

"Joe let's grab that drink," I call out.

"I think I'm alright," Joe is aggressively dabbing napkins on his trainers and he doesn't even look at me. I glance up and see Conor and Jack exchange a glance. Josh looks upset and I make eye contact with Caspar. He gives me an apologetic look and I huff.

"Well so much for a night out," I storm past the crowd and head for the entrance. As I make it to the streets somebody grabs my arm. Thinking it would be Joe, I turn around, prepared to give him an earful because the truth was tonight was embarassing and taking his anger out at me in front of his friends was just humiliating.

Instead, my gaze looks up to Josh who looks at me with shining eyes. He moves closer to me and my breath catches. "Just stay for a few drinks."

I look into his eyes, he was a great guy but after my last serious relationship with a younger guy who was manipulative by making me feel sleazy for dating someone younger, I promised myself I would never do that again. That's why I refused to give in to any romantic feelings with Joe. But Joe, then Josh-made my rule feel pointless.

"Oh," a familiar voice cuts the moment short and I look to see Joe hovering near the entrance. "Sorry," I've known Joe long enough see he's upset.

"Joe," I call him as he turns away. "I'll be back in in a mo'," I give Josh a smile and he steps back into the club, not making eye contact with Joe. Joe, on the other hand, looked like he could kill him.

"What's up Joseph?"

Joe combs his hair away from his face and shoves his hands in his pockets. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to snap at you."

"I wish you hadn't but that's alright-I think we've had worse fights than that." I joke about some of our childhood arguments. "I'm sorry too. I honestly had no idea Josh was your friend or I wouldn't have gone out on a date with him in the first place," I promise.

"It was bound to happen, all my friends are bloody better looking than me so it makes sense," Joe's attempt at humour falls flat as his expression gets stormy.

"I really hope you don't actually believe that," I say. "I mean he's way younger than me so I don't think there's anything between us-"

"Y/N you need to get over that experience." Joe interrupts. "Look at Zoe and Alfie."

"They're different, they work!" I try to defend myself but Joe's not having it. "So what are you trying to say? You want me to go out with Josh?"

I don't know why I asked that. I wanted Joe to say no even though rationally, I knew that would never happen. My weird crush on Joe was not reciprocated and dating him would mean if anything went wrong things would get awkward. Especially since Zoe was my best friend.

"You can do whatever with Josh," Joe mumbles. "That's between you two. I'm just saying don't write off all guys because they're younger." The sentence is charged with a weird vibe and I watch Joe as he says it. He stares intensely at me, like he's trying to say something else as he speaks but I can't read him. I kiss his cheek thanks, Josh and I were adults. If we wanted to have some fun, it shouldn't matter. I really did need to get over my age phobia-but not when it came to Joe. That remained in place.

Joe grabs my hand before I go in. I watch his throat bob up and down as he swallows. "I just want you to be happy," he says. His serious tone is so uncharacteristic that I step back towards him.

"I try." I say truthfully. "Recently that's been harder to find though." I joke but it falls flat. Joe's hand still holds mine and he brushes his thumb over my knuckles. I feel a stirring in the pit of my stomach so I detach myself from Joe. Immediately, Joe grabs my hand again and pulls me in, placing a kiss on my forehead. I close my eyes, allowing the small moment of intimacy before stepping back once more.

"I'll see you soon? Maybe we can make up for today, tomorrow?" Joe asks as he walks backwards into the street.

"Sounds good," I avoid eye contact. I wave goodbye and head back inside where Josh already has a drink waiting for me.

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softtdyo · 6 years

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Heya! Could I get a BTS request where the reader is Namjoons younger sister and is secretly dating Jimin. And one day Namjoons walks in on them acting coupley, and gets a bit pissy because he's worried about the 5 year age gap between the reader and Jimin and how that might affect the relationship. Sorry if it's a bit sketchy I'm not good at descriptions. Thanks love ❤️❤️xx

Sure! I’ll try my best; Also: we agreed to change the age gap to 3 years bc ye not comfortable with the age diff, so hope u like it and sorry it took so long!

The two of you laughed loudly. It didn’t matter; no one else was at the dorm for now. You were watching a comedy movie you both enjoyed on the couch. Yeah, not the most romantic date, but you never got to see Jimin, and when you did, you were pretending that this wasn’t happening. You two wanted to keep your relationship a secret, knowing Joon would flip if he found out his “baby sister” (you hated that he called you that) was dating one of his members. Or if ARMYs found out he had a secret girlfriend. You pushed those thoughts aside to enjoy the moment. You warmly smiled at Jimin in adoration as he rubbed circles on your hand with his thumb and snuggled closer against his chest.

“Monnie said he’s coming soon, right?” he asked you.

“Yeah, but he told me it won’t be for at least another hour and a half or so. He said something about getting something to eat. We have time,” you responded.

Jimin grinned,“Well I still owe you.”

“Owe me what?” you turned and looked up at him, sitting up.

“A real date. Not that this is bad, but I mean, wouldn’t you rather do something more...fun? Nicer?”

“Well, I mean…I guess, but we can’t. Between your fans and the other members–Joon especially–”

“Yeah, yeah. I know. But still…,” he interrupted.

“For now, this is good enough for me. Sure, I wish we had more time together, but right now I’m just happy we get to spend any time together.”

“You’re really something,” he beamed down at you and kissed your forehead. “Cheesy, that’s it.”

“I am not. You know I mean it,” you retorted.

“I know. That’s the worst part. But it’s cute,” he smirked.

“Stop!” you laughed and punched his chest lightly. In return he tickled your stomach.

“Knock it off!”

“But your laugh’s so cute,” he gushed. You shook your head as he pulled you into his arms. Your phone had buzzed a bit ago, but you’d ignored it. You could check it later. He tilted your chin upwards and kissed you. You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck, and he laced one hand in your hair, the other rested on your waist. Neither of you heard Namjoon come in, absorbed in the moment.

“What. the. hell.”

You pulled apart and swiveled around to see Namjoon’s mouth gaping as he held a bag of food.

“What the hell?!” he marched over as you and Jimin jumped apart from each other. “What are you doing with my sister?! Park Jimin, you’d better–”

“Joon, calm down. Don’t be mad at him. He didn’t do anything. It’s-we were going to tell you, but we just–”

“Don’t talk for him. He can speak for himself,” Namjoon cut in, glaring. “She’s nineteen! You’re twenty-three!”

“That doesn’t matter! Okay? And I’m twenty!” you shouted.

“Barely,” he retorted.

“Namjoon, I’m, I’m sorry. It’s–I–well…it just sort of happened. And–” Jimin stuttered.

Namjoon glared,“Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” Jimin asked hesitantly.

“Don’t talk to her. Don’t even look at her. And don’t start making excuses.”

“But–”

“But nothing! You didn’t tell me you were dating my younger sister! My younger sister! How is that okay?” Jimin looked at his feet.

“Namjoon, that’s not fair,” Jimin said, looking back up. “She can make her own choices. And you know I–”

“Not fair? Not fair,” Namjoon shook his head at Jimin. “Come on,” Namjoon turned towards you.

“Come on what?”

“I’m taking you home. Now.”

“But I–” you argued.

“But nothing. This is not up for discussion!” he gripped your arm and yanked you towards the door.

“Namjoon, I’m not going with you,” you pulled your arm from his grasp and stood beside Jimin.

“Y/n, I think it’s best if you go with him for now,” Jimin suggested, turning towards you.

“What? Why? I don’t–” you couldn’t believe Jimin was agreeing with Namjoon about this.

“Well...he’s right. I’d be upset if I were him. I know it’s not your favorite option–it isn’t mine either, but try to understand,” he said softly.

“But I don’t care if Namjoon likes it, I’m not letting him put a wedge between us because he’s uncomfortable or whatever. He’s just being an annoying older brother,” you whispered.

“Y/n,” Jimin sighed, “It’s not like we’re breaking up, alright? It’s only fair to Namjoon. You should care how he feels about it. I do. He’s your brother, and my friend and we live together, so I don’t want things to be tense. It doesn’t mean you aren’t my girlfriend anymore, it just gives him a chance to cool down and let things settle. Okay? Let him wrap his mind around it. I’ll see you soon anyway, and I’ll call you as soon as I can. Please?” He made a cutesy pouting face.

You folded your arms and groaned,“Fine.”

“Alright,” Jimin smiled and squeezed your hand before you made your way towards Namjoon, scowling at him before walking out the door.

A few days passed and Namjoon continued to give you the cold shoulder. Jimin had been busy the last few days, so you hadn’t been able to talk in person since, only call or text. You decided to call him now.

“Hey, Minnie.”

“Hi,” he smiled softly. “You doing okay?”

“Yeah, I’m alright. Joonie’s will barely talk to me. How’s it been for you?”

“I’m alright; just busy. But in regards to Namjoon, well, um…he’s…not too happy with me. He’s been way more formal and stuff than usual. He seems pretty mad. I don’t know…if this was a good idea.”

“What?”

“I don’t know. Maybe we shouldn’t…No, I really don’t know, y/n.”

“He was going to find out sometime.”

“But this wasn’t the way. There’s a reason he was upset anyway. The age difference makes him uncomfortable, you’re my his younger sister, and we didn’t even get into the way the fans’ could react.”

You watched his lips curl into a frown. “Minnie, relax. I know there’s a lot going through your mind right now, I know, but don’t overthink it. You love me, right?”

“Of course I do. You know that,” he said shyly.

“And you already know that I love you. So there’s nothing you to worry about. Joon’ll get over it. He’s just…you know how he can be.”

He sighed, “Y/n, I think that, at least until we make amends with Monnie–Namjoon, that we…maybe shouldn’t see each other. In person, I mean. So that it doesn’t look like we’re sneaking or something. Monnie’s already upset enough, so I think that…maybe that’s what’s best for now.”

“But that’s ridiculous!”

“Y/n, you know it isn’t. At least until we talk to him. It’s not forever. It’s just until we sort things out. It’s only fair to him.”

You exhaled, “Alright.”

“I should’ve asked him first. Well, not asked...I don’t need his permission, but you know, just said something. It wasn’t fair to him, you have to admit that.”

“I guess so...”

��And the fact that we hid it from him for a while looks pretty bad,” he raised his eyebrow and smiled, knowing you couldn’t dispute what he said.

“I guess...” you frowned.

“Hey, don’t look so sad. Now that he knows, we don’t have to keep up all the silly sneaking around or act weird when we’re all together. And we can see each other more often.”

“What if he doesn’t come around?”

Jimin inhaled thoughtfully, “I think he will. I think he’s just worried, you know? It’s an older brother’s job to look after his younger siblings. But we’ve been friends a long time, so don’t worry about it too much.”

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right,” a small smile crept on your face.

“I’m gonna talk to him soon. You should call him and talk with him, too. We weren’t honest with him.”

“Alright, well make sure you’re eating well. Don’t overwork yourself, okay?”

“Okay, I’ll call you again soon,” he smiled, blew you a kiss, and made the heart symbol with his fingers.

“You’re so gross, stop doing so much aegyo,” you stuck your tongue out. It was killing you that you couldn’t experience his cuteness in person.

“Yah, you told me you liked when I did aegyo,” he whined.

“I do, but I can’t deal with that right now,” you stuck out your lower lip.

“You’re doing it now though,” he giggled.

Now you were sitting at the dorm, alone with Namjoon. You’d asked him if you could come and talk, and he’d agreed. All the members had made earlier plans; Jungkook and Tae had stopped in for a moment, but that was it.

Namjoon sat across from you, face rested in his hands. You had been going back and forth, and both of you were frustrated to be getting nowhere.

“Joon, look. We were going to tell you. Jimin wanted to as soon as we started dating. But I said no ‘cuz I knew you’d freak out.”

Namjoon sighed,“Yeah, well, you expect me to just be happy about it or something? You’re my younger sister, and Jimin…he’s one of my closest younger friends, and you both lied to me.”

“We didn’t lie. We just–”

“Kept secrets? Deceived me?” He furrowed his brow.

“…I know. And I’m sorry.”

“Jimin is three years older than you. That doesn’t sound like a lot, but at this age, it is. Look at where you are in life. You’re still in the early years of college, he’s old enough to have graduated. You hardly even see him. He’s always working. Always trying to be better. How can he take care of you if he’s struggling to take care of himself at times? I mean, he’s doing okay, but he’s always so busy. All of us are.”

“I know…but I don’t need him to take care of me. I’m not a baby anymore. I’m an adult too, and I know what I’m doing and I can take care of myself. I know he’s always working and that it’s a lot of sacrifice. And I know that the age gap worries you. But it’s really not that significant, and in time it can even be good for both he and myself. Three years isn’t much, and down the line it’ll matter even less. I know it’s…weird for you that we’re dating, but I really love Jimin.”

“I know. You always liked Jimin.”

“And he loves me.”

“I know,” Namjoon rubbed his face.

“Then you also know that when Jimin loves something, he devotes everything to it. You know he’d never hurt anyone. Jimin’s an incredibly sweet person.”

He sighed again, “I know. I think you forget that we’ve lived together seven years.” He cracked a small smile.

“Well then you already know…” You trailed off.

“Yeah. I just…you should’ve told me about something like that. It’s pretty crazy. I mean, I’m not really surprised. I actually sort of suspected it might happen. But to walk in on you guys just making out was–”

“First, we were NOT making out. And I know, I should’ve told you. But I know you. And I know Jimin. I knew you’d be pissed at him and I didn’t want you to be at odds. As friends or as…band mates? Whatever it’s called; I didn’t want you to be angry.”

He ran his fingers through his hair and leaned back. “I wasn’t really...angry that you’re together. But I couldn’t help but feel a little betrayed,” he sighed. “I can’t stop you from doing anything…but honestly, I’d rather you be with Jimin than most other guys. It’s weird as hell, but Jimin’s…I know he has a good heart.”

“So are we okay?” you tilted your head.

“Yeah, I talked to Jimin before you. He lives with me and ARMYs are really perceptive; I’m pretty sure they would’ve picked up on my hostility. He was around and feeling guilty and I felt...bad, so I thought we should just talk then. I told him if he hurts you I’ll kill him. But otherwise, we’re fine,” he grinned. “And you better not be cruel to him either. Jimin-”

“Yeah, yeah. I know. I’m his girlfriend.”

“Don’t–don’t say that,” he lifted his hands up to stop you. “It’s weird. Anyway, Jimin’s gonna be here soon. And I’m leaving. I never want to walk in on that again.”

Just then Jimin came in, greeting you both before smiling and sitting beside you.

“So...how are we telling the others?” you asked Jimin.

“I’m pretty sure everyone knew but Namjoon,” he shrugged and smiled, kissing your hand.

“For real?” Namjoon put his hands up. “I’m out.”

#bts scenarios #bts #jimin #jimin scenario #jimin scenarios #request #bts scenario #bts imagine #bts imagines #jimin imagine #jimin imagines #tbh i think i was more uncomfortable writing this than any other ive written so far #maybe bc he does have a younger sister? Or writing an angry Namjoon? Or bc i lowkey'd be like same Namjoon same #idek

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MESSAGE DELIVERED | pt.2

→ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader / Namjoon x Reader → Genre: fluff, smut, angst, humor → Words: 3,182 → Rated: NC-17 → Warnings: none in this part

→ Summary: A text message sent to the wrong number turns into a long lasting affair between two people completely opposite one another.

→ Note: So, yeah… here’s the now official part 2! I’m really sorry for the delay, but I hope you’ll like it! :)

Parts: 01 : interim : 02 : 03 : coming soon

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━ 12:03pm It must be because I’m very tired But ur still hilarious Night lol

With a heavy sigh, you lean back in your seat, a blush creeping up your cheeks at the realization you probably crossed a line or something with those messages you sent to him on Saturday night. You’d prayed throughout the whole day after you’d get a reply, and when that didn’t happen you’d checked your phone every twenty minutes on Monday and today every time your phone buzzed. It’s kinda lame.

Really, you have no actual reason to be this upset about it.

“Joonie asked me about you today in class”, Jeongyeon says when your professor seems to still be too busy shuffling through his papers to give a damn about what’s going on in his class.

Your stomach flips uncomfortably and you quickly push your phone in under a notebook, giving your friend a curious look. “Joonie?”

She completely ignores that and continues on. “He asked why you rushed out of the show so quickly on Friday and also mentioned that he was kind of disappointed you never got to hear when they performed the song he wrote about y… Yoongi.”

After forcing the most fake smile you’ve ever seen her sport onto her lips, she turns to her phone and just starts scrolling.

“I already told you it was because of an emergency meeting”, you sigh. “Mark had some stuff to go over with me.”

You don’t mention your boss also told you to stop being so nice in your reviews and take your writing to the next level or he’d have to let you go, which led to you almost having a panic attack when you finally made it to the elevators because you really need the money.

“Yeah, but Joon- Namjoon doesn’t know that.” She gives you a pointed glare and you just want to kick her.

“Why does he care anyway?” you mumble, crossing your arms over your chest while leaning back in your seat further.

You hadn’t expected an answer, but you still hear Jeongyeon mumble something along the lines of; “several dumb reasons”. Ignoring that, you begin writing down whatever nonsense it is your professor is currently going through. No offense to Mr. Lee, but he really does have a tendency to space off and go way off topic.

The rest of the class is spent in silent annoyance on your part, first of all wondering what’s up with Namjoon constantly demanding your time and attention and then about your stupid JK not replying to your messages. He’s left your ballsy and stupid little confession unanswered for three whole days soon and it really shouldn’t bother you, but it so obviously, embarrassingly does.

He’d been like a small, kind of silly escape from reality in a way, and you miss that. You miss texting him because he seemed to be able to help keep your mind off of the stressful things in life, like school, your job, your pretty doomed future and so on.

Maybe he’s just unusually busy?

Maybe you should be thinking about more important things rather than a stranger in your phone?

Just then your phone starts buzzing incessantly under your notebook, and you eagerly fish it out, only for the excitement to wash off of your face as soon as you see the name displayed on your screen.

━ Kim Namjoon 4:22pm Hey what’s happening tonight? Wanna hit up Yoko’s with me and Hoseok? I kinda feel like you owe us for ditching us last time And you can give him his cap back

You try not to roll your eyes, typing out a quick lie in the hopes of it making him not continue asking. Of course, such luck only exists in fairytales.

━ 4:22pm I’ll be in a meeting

━ Kim Namjoon 4:22pm I didn’t give you a specific time

This time you do roll your eyes.

━ 4:23pm Then specify the time

━ Kim Namjoon 4:23pm How about 6:30?

Just as you hover over the send button, about to give him a big, fat no, you realize that you really are just being an unreasonable brat, like Jeongyeon told you several times over the phone during the weekend. The guy has never actually done anything but be nice and understanding towards you. He even showed up to Jeongyeon’s 70’s themed charity run when you couldn’t make it.

Biting into your lip with a sigh, you type out a new text, and you tell yourself it’s mostly because Hoseok probably desperately wants his favorite cap back.

━ 4:24pm Fine but jeongie joins us

━ Kim Namjoon 4:24pm Yeah that’ll be great! See you then!

“Hey”, you say, nudging Jeongyeon with your elbow. “Namjoon just texted me.”

You see her eyes narrow slightly, but you don’t understand why so you just brush it off. “Oh?”

“Yeah, we’re meeting up with him and Hobi for noodles at Yoko’s later.”

“Great.”

You’re not sure, but it kind of sounds like she doesn’t entirely think that that’s great, but you brush that off as well. Sometimes, Jeongie just has a tendency to get in bad moods for reasons she keeps to herself until she feels bad about it.

When she doesn’t say much else but only tells you she’ll meet you at Yoko’s, you gather your stuff with a heavy sigh at the end of the lecture, feeling like this day won’t ever just end.

A little more than an hour later, you’re standing outside of Mark’s office, fiddling with the hem of your shirt before gathering enough courage to push the door open. You’re greeted by a sickeningly sweet smell reminding you of donuts, and you instantly find the source inside a small box resting on his desk.

It is indeed donuts.

“Ah, Y/N!” your boss smiles wide, motioning for you to sit down as he sits himself down in his plush office chair. “I’m sorry for calling in for a meeting on such short notice, and before you start freaking out, I’m not going to fire you.”

With a nod and a tight smile, you lean back in your seat, trying to look comfortable when in reality you feel like a wooden board placed in a chair.

“I just need you to go to a certain mini festival kind of thing at the end of this week.” He grabs his laptop and angles it for you to see better. “This band’s playing. They’re pretty new and they’re quickly getting popular. I think they’re called F8X9 but nobody knows what it actually stands for. That’s rock for ya, I guess.”

Like Bath Time Sucks, you think to yourself with a small smile.

“You’re gonna go, make sure you watch these girls play, somehow get in backstage and talk to them, get an unofficial interview or something, and then you’re gonna write about them. And if you do good on that review, I’ll let you stay.”

You nod along to all he says, but pause abruptly at that last part.

“Wait, what?” you ask, lifting an eyebrow quizzically. “I thought you said you weren’t going to fire me?”

“Didn’t you listen, kid?” Mark smiles and leans back in his chair. “Your writing has been lacking lately, so I’m giving you a last chance to spice it up since you very obviously didn’t take my advice into consideration the last time I called you here.”

“But, wait, what?” you mumble again. “You just said I wasn’t going to get fired?”

With a smile that’s almost a little unsettling, your boss sighs. “Kid, you’re great and I like you, but you never listen. I’m not firing you today. I’m just giving you a project that will either lead to you getting fired or staying. It’s not the same thing.”

“I don’t understand-”

“You don’t need to understand, Y/N”, Mark grins, grabbing a donut from the box. “You just need to do what I ask of you. I’ll have JB email the tickets to you. You can bring a friend because I’m just nice like that.”

When you don’t say anything but just sit there and stare at your boss, mouth slightly agape because you’re for the first time in a good while at a loss for words, he takes a bite out of his donut and waves you towards the door.

“You can go now”, he smiles, donut pieces sticking grossly to his teeth. “The mini fest is this Saturday. Be there.”

And then he’s back to writing emails and what other crap it is he does on his computer, and it’s like you’ve already left the room. Feeling somewhat like you’d just been walked all over, you slowly get up from your seat and walk out of his office. You offer a weak smile to the colleagues you never really meet since you’re not an actual employee, and get in the elevator, hitting the buttons a little too harshly.

It’s when you’re outside the building that your bring out your phone and do something that leaves your cheeks burning hot pink.

━ 5:33pm I know how you felt cuz I wanna punch everyone

Letting your thumb hover over the send button, you stare at your message for a few seconds before gasping at your own stupidity when you realize you’d already sent it.

The words message delivered stare back at you, almost tauntingly, and when you check the contact info, it clearly spells out JK, and you instantly feel like melting through the ground.

Why would you reach out to him now, after three days of complete silence, after he left your messages of admitting you enjoyed talking to him hang in the air awkwardly?

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

If he thought you were being weirdly clingy before, he’s never going to want to speak to you again now.

You’re just shoving your phone down into your coat to walk the whole hour it’ll take you to get to Yoko’s when you receive yet another text. Thinking it is Hoseok once again, asking for the hundredth time if you’ve remembered his precious cap, you whip it out with a scowl.

━ JK 5:35pm I volunteer to be punched if it will make you feel better

Blinking at your screen, you almost press your nose to the home button as you stare at the received text.

He’s back?

You stay there for a long while, typing out several messages - some with too many exclamation marks and some with all caps on throughout - until you finally decide to just leave him hanging the way he left you.

It’s petty, and you wish you could be less so, but you really can’t and that’s that.

So that’s why you spend the next hour ignoring the occasional plinging of your phone, hoping it isn’t JK asking for your attention now that you’d accidentally given him yours as you make your way to Yoko’s.

It isn’t until you’re outside the place that you check your phone again, two unread messages from him lighting up your screen in what’s become a welcomed familiarity.

━ JK 5:59pm So which beatle was the oldest?

━ JK 6:33pm i kinda think ur ignoring m

You wanna tell him that yes, you are ignoring him because he ignored you for three whole days and that’s not cool, but then you remember you’re not in any place to demand. You’re just strangers. A fact you seem to have to remind yourself of more frequently than you should.

With a sigh, lips still grazed by a small smile anyway, you type out a response.

━ 6:34pm Lol poor u Again with the quizzes? It’s Ringo

It takes him barely a second to answer, and it kind of catches you off guard.

━ JK 6:34pm I knew I could count on my genius! I knew u were cool :)

You try - you really do - to not let your heart skip at the use of the word “my”, but as with everything in your life lately, you fail fairly miserably.

━ 6:35pm Still haven’t gotten into joys pants I take it?

You wait for his response for two minutes, and when no notification pops up on your screen, you decide to head inside since it’s freezing outside.

You’re instantly met with the smell of freshly boiled noodles and broths in every flavor you can imagine, and when you turn to walk further inside to find your friends, you instantly get approached by Jinyoung, the owner of the place.

“Hey, Jeongyeon ordered for you and I just finsihed it”, he smiles, nodding towards the bowl on the tray in his hands. “I can still bring it to your table if you’d like.”

“Oh, no, it’s okay”, you grin, happy at the sight of a steaming bowl of noodles prepared for you. It’s no secret you enjoy spending your afternoons at Yoko’s when you have the time and money. “Thank you, Jinyoung. It’s miso noodles, right?”

“What else would it be?”

You give him a huge smile, cheeks tinged pink because the whole staff knows you so embarrassingly well by now.

You’re just about to turn around and head back to your table when a stranger’s elbow knocks into you as they pass you by. While you gasp at the tiny amount of broth spilled on the floor, the guy just shoots you a nasty glare over his shoulder while continuing walking.

“Watch where you’re going, dammit”, he snaps at you darkly before continuing towards the exit, nose glued to the phone as he texts away.

Your gaze follows him for a few seconds, exasperated both at his jerkass attitude but also at the fact that he of course had to look like a damn Abercrombie model. Everyone knows you’re weak for muscle pigs with midnight black hair, and it sucks that it’s always the good looking ones that are the absolute assholes.

With a few exceptions, of course. Namely Jung Hoseok.

“Like you’re one to talk”, you huff with a small scowl as his broad back disappears behind the closing doors, and you turn around to Jinyoung to apologize for spilling on his floor.

He waves you away with a fond, “It’s okay, I’ll take care of it” and before you can say much else he’s already down there wiping up the tiny splotch of broth you left on the floor behind you.

After thanking and apologizing to him once more, you head over to where you see Hoseok waving at you, probably excited to get his cap back, finally. You slow in your tracks for a moment when you spot several heads you don’t recognize next to your friends.

“Hey, guys”, you smile sheepishly when you reach the table, for a second ignoring the unfamiliar faces. “Sorry I’m late. Hobi, here’s your cap”, you say as you pull it off your own head and hand it to an excited Hoseok. “And hi”, you add in while giving a smile to the other guys at the table. “I’m Y/N.”

Your phone plings in your pocket as Hoseok makes space for you to slide in the booth next to him.

“Hey”, the guy with the pink hair says. “I’m Jimin. This is Taehyung, who’s in the band with me, our producer Yoongi and manager Seokjin.”

Everyone mentioned gives a nod in acknowledgement, but continue to devour their food without sparing you another glance. Jimin rolls his eyes at them and you decide you like him the most out of all of them.

“These are the guys I write songs for”, Namjoon says proudly, for the first time in a long while actually smiling at you. You don’t know why it makes you feel funny. “We bumped into them on our way inside so they joined.”

“I hope that’s okay”, Jimin smiles apologetically.

“Yeah, yeah, of course”, you grin. “So, you guys are the famous BTS, huh?”

Namjoon nods proudly, but you interrupt him before he can say anything.

“Wait, aren’t you guys a trio?” you ask, pointing between the guys named Jimin and Taehyung with your chopsticks. “Where’s the third guy?”

“Oh, he got a text from someone and had to leave”, Taehyung mumbles through his noodles. “I’m surprised you didn’t bump into him. He left just a little while ago. Said he needed to talk to someone important or something.”

“You don’t think he’s going to meet up with that tramp again, do you?” Jimin asks, looking between his friends with a flare of panicked jealousy, and you get a feeling he’s into this missing third of their band.

He sort of has that vibe about him.

While the rest of the table dives into a conversation about hookups and whatnot, you turn to your phone to see if your Beatles stranger had replied, and you’re greeted by a few more messages than you imagined.

━ JK 6:37pm No cuz I don’t want to Too much work for nothing lol What’s cooking good looking?

━ JK 6:39pm wait are u busy? I just left my friends so im p bored You have to entertain me with your bad sexual innuendos lolol

━ JK 6:41pm No but srsly are u busy? I don’t wanna bother you

Smiling at his odd goofiness, you bite into your lip and lean back so Hoseok won’t be able to see your screen as clearly.

━ 6:45pm Lol you can chill I’m just having dinner with some friends

━ JK 6:51pm So I’m stealing your attention from your friends huh? nice

━ 6:51pm Don’t flatter yourself amateur

“Hey, what are you so smiley about?” Hoseok asks all of a sudden, peering over your shoulder to see what you’re up to.

“Nothing, really, it’s just-”

“Who’re you texting?”

“It’s just about school!” Pressing your phone to your chest tightly to keep it away from Hoseok’s curious eyes, you lock the screen for extra security measures and glare at him.

“Ew, school”, he mumbles, downing the last of his drink.

“Exactly.” Your eyes catch Jeongyeon blushing over one of the band members, so you quickly mention that to distract him. “What you should be asking is why Jeongyeon’s acting like a little schoolgirl.”

Just as Hoseok dives into your bait and starts embarrassing your best friend by interrogating her over her flushed cheeks in front of everyone, your phone plings again.

━ JK 6:53pm And here i thought you enjoyed talking to me Or were you really just sleepy?

━ 6:53pm Asshole

━ JK 6:53pm Kidding I really enjoy talking to you too :)

Your stomach does another of those soft dips or flips or whatever the hell it is, and you calm the tingling in your hands by fishing up a scallion with a chopstick, smiling triumphantly when you succeed.

━ 6:54pm Good to know

━ JK 6:54pm So the textbook ninjas let you have a night off? Since you’re not fighting ninja wars in the library i mean

Your gaze falls to Jeongyeon as she lets out an annoyed grunt, and you feel a little bad about throwing her under the bus, but at the same time you kind of need this. It gets a little easier to ignore your worries of your job with each pling coming from your phone.

And silly as it may be, you’ve missed texting him.

━ 6:55pm I gave up Too much moving around for my liking so I’m resigning It’s only going to be ninja movies from now on

━ JK 6:55pm I get that But pls tell me it’s the good ones

Thinking for a second, you realize there’s no point in lying. You know little to nothing of ninja movies and it’d be stupid to pretend just to impress.

━ 6:55pm I might’ve lied There’s gonna be more ACTION movies

━ JK 6:55pm Again Pls tell me it’s the good ones

━ 6:56pm Idk does iron man count as a good one? It has to otherwise ur dumb

It takes a moment for him to answer that, but when he finally does, you smile bigger than you have in days.

━ JK 6:57pm It’s like we’re made for eachother

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