#i figured it was time to give some of them attention again T.T

[hestiashand]

*throws some oc doodles at you* TAKE THESE

[ ID: six drawings of original characters. in order is jobie an inuk woman, elio a mixed black-italian man, salome a warao teen, rico a taíno man, pablo a chinese-polish person, and lae a khmer woman. they are all full body doodles screenshotted off procreate. END ID. ]

[ ID: six drawings of original characters. first is jobie, an inuk woman with brown skin, freckles, a unibrow and various scars on her right leg. she wears a green jacket, a white tshirt with a mountain range on it, a jean skirt, green sandals and socks and caribou fur earrings. second is is elio, a light skin mixed black and italian man with grown out bleached cornrows and facial hair, moles and pointed ears. he wears an untucked striped blue button up with a gold chained crop top, beige pants and beige dress shoes. third is salome, a warao teen with vitiligo, braids and little lip hair. he wears a yellow tank top, white graphic tee, a blue vest, orange arm warmers, jean shorts, pink tights, yellow leg warmers and red shoes with eyes and teeth. she has a blue bear plush and a link plush chained to her pants, and a flamingo necklace. fourth is rico, a taíno man with brown skin, shoulder length hair and moles. he wears a red and grey striped shirt, a green flannel tied around his waist, jeans, and brown shoes. fifth is pablo, a chinese-polish person with pale skin, eye bags, freckles, a cataract and scar over their eye. they have blue, pink and purple hair in two buns. they wear a yellow and brown collared shirt, a purple dress, a turquoise sweater, gold necklaces, pink tights, multicoloured socks and white shoes. sixth is lae, a khmer woman with brown skin, moles and acne. her bangs cover her eyes and she wears a black long sleeve with red scorpions, red pants with chains, black boots with spikes, and silver necklaces. END ID. ]

[yandere-daze]

Man that enstars aks about the player meeting Anzu first was wild like imagines being stuck in some game that you play a lot while not knowing the idols having obsession for this so called player and being creeped out about it also when first few know that this so called "assistant " Identity (eichi, ibara, wataru) they'll smile knowingly at us while we wondering what was that about. I imagines when eichi, ibara and wataru first know about it they probably would do spider man meme where they pointing at each other about knowing this "assistant" Identity. Also when this other 40+ idols find out about it I'd probably be stressed like you don't have alone time anymore this idols would follow you around unless something happen. And also about Anzu helping us "escape "we will be feeling betrayed , I mean you don't ask for escape just to jump to another cage Anzu smh. Fast forward you finally found a way to escape back to your world thinking it was a dream you open up your game and see nothing different expect a certain voice lines about why you going back " Why" Are they not enough for you?" Feeling weirded out you deleting the game and forget about it maybe few years later like a dumb dumb we download the game again and surprised when the voice lines seemed desperate, anguish, but happy nonetheless that we are back. Maybe someone in the ES will probably will find a way to bring us back to their world

gn reader

tw yandere, obsession, mention of stalking

Yeah, being stuck in the world of enstars, a literal mobile game, and then having almost all of the characters obsessing over you and wanting your attention 24/7 to the point where some even resort to stalking you would be so terrifying. You´re already so confused just from the fact that you´re somehow in a game and then that happens.

And like, at first you would have no idea that all the characters you yourself have been fawning over are so obsessed with you because obviously who would think that bundles of code would grow self-aware and all that stuff? You´d be happy to have Anzu to help you out and give you the role of assistant to fill out so you don´t feel too lost and then Eichi, Wataru and Ibara always give you these long stares with an ominous smile on their faces that you can´t place. What do they know? Why do they look at you like that? It´s kind of giving you the creeps, ngl

Omg yes the spiderman pointing meme skjdnksb they feel so smug about being the first ones to figure it out only to find out that they´re not the only ones that saw through your poor acting

And yes, absolutely, you´d be so stressed out because once the others find out you won´t have any time just to yourself anymore. They all want to be with you and they´re also constantly fighting each other, even in your presence while you´re just like “please just let me eat in peace T.T”

Straight up not a good time. And of course, you´d feel so betrayed if Anzu´s way of “protecting” you was just an excuse to lock you up so she can be the only you see every day. You´re honestly not sure if your situation has improved or not

It would probably take some miracle to make your way back home but you somehow did it! And it´s not very farfetched to think it was all a dream if we´re being honest with ourselves. If we one day woke up and remembered that we somehow got transported into the world of our favorite mobile game and all the characters loved us and were obsessing over us, who in their right mind would think that was real?

You´d probably still be a bit antsy so when you see those weird messages ingame, asking you why you left and how they already miss you and wish that you would come back to them, you´re creeped out enough to just delete the game and not look back

And everything goes to hell from there because oh god, oh fuck, the player deleted their game! They messed up somehow, you went and abandoned them because they couldn´t show you their appreciation and love enough! Who is at fault for this? Who acted out of line and made them leave? They´re all in despair and pushing the blame on others because none of them want to believe that they were the reason you left

Now if you did somehow forget about this whole ordeal and download the game again after a large amount of time, they´d be absolutely ecstatic. Oh they missed you so so much, they´re so happy you gave them a second chance! Whatever they did wrong the last time, they´ll make sure they won´t repeat the same mistake! The characters on your homescreen are endlessly spewing praise at you, even ones that usually aren´t too straightforward in the way they express affection like Shu or Izumi don´t dare to be distant and accidentally drive you away again. No, this time they have to make sure everything is perfect and that you won´t leave them again!

[gureishi]

Your grace,

Tis I again right after I've written a request to you because my galaxy brain shall not rest.

So I finished Ray's route and Ray's AE (after four tries :')) and it made me really love jumin, but in a platonic way. I always imagine myself how I and him become good friends (and my god I want to be his best friend. He's so fun to talk to and deserves it so much) and the mc in saerans Route got along so well with him and developed a friendship with him over the course of the route and the AE (like he invited us to drink wine with him after we got away from V's house in the AE ahajrkdid). Talking over wine about silly topics, discussing dark magic, introducing him to our favorite stuff, friendly debates. Idk it's just so fun to talk to him

On the other note we know that Saeyoung made a deal with chairman han over the sevenstar drink investment and seven stating that he sees mr han senior like a father (and how Jumin is not a good son lolol) and that makes me so soft how he tried to reach out to find another father figure to who he can look up to, feel save and supported (even if it's in a form of a investment deal)

Now to my actual headcanon. Imagine the choi household (mc, GE saerans, Saeyoung) and the Hans having a brunch together like a found family. Chairman han would recommend a high-end restaurant but we would propose a simple picnic and than try to find the middle so everyone is happy. At the beginning it would be stiff and formal but later it would be a warm and happy atmosphere. Chairman giving the twins heartfelt advices (in a very business way) mc and Jumin having a pleasant talk. I can totally imagine Saeyoung teasing Jumin all the time but it's not uncomfortable anymore. Not chairman proposing to adopt the choi twins

So yeah there you have it. Sorry that it got to long but Jumin my beloved friend. Give him some love T.T

Have fun with this one

~Blue

Oh my dear Blue. I feel exactly the same way about Jumin! I would love to be his best friend and drink wine with him and stay up all night talking about our pets.

This is a really beautiful idea.

After the AE, the characters go their separate ways for a while—but that doesn't change the fact that they're family. For the twins, found family is everything—and for Jumin, deep and meaningful friendships are the most important thing in the world.

Saeyoung and Jumin have never exactly seen eye-to-eye, of course. They've both repressed so much—and they handle their loneliness and their fear in such different ways. They have a lot of respect for one another, but they've never really understood how to communicate.

But Saeran, I think, bridges that gap. He is polite and formal with Jumin at first—and this is perhaps why it's easier for the two of them to forge a friendship. GE Saeran always says exactly what he means, and Jumin appreciates that immensely—and Jumin demonstrates to Saeran that he will go to the ends of the earth to protect his friends.

And everyone adores you, of course. They always do; they always will.

It's Chairman Han who suggests that you all have brunch. He wants to get to know you better: he sees you and Saeran, and your unwavering devotion to one another, as symbolic of everything that's good in the world. You compromise and pick a nice place on the outskirts of the city where you can sit outside—fancy enough for Jumin's father but not so fussy that you'll feel stiff and strange.

Jumin's dad asks a lot of questions. Saeran holds your hand under the table and answers quietly, because he isn't used to all this attention—and Saeyoung squirms because he's happy and sad and full of longing all at once. This, he thinks, is how it would feel to have a family.

He kind of wants to cry.

But there's a moment—amidst the strangeness—in which something shifts.

You're explaining your plans for the trip the three of you are going to take, and Jumin's dad offers a bit of advice: something very small, like the best way to store your passport while you're traveling. And the twins look at one another over your head, and something passes between them. You can feel it.

Nobody's worried over them before—nobody's offered them travel tips or hoped they'll stay safe. Chairman Han is shaking his head and suggesting a different airline or something and both twins shift a little bit closer to you, and you understand: the way he is speaking feels parental.

And that means a lot.

By the end of the meal, all of you are laughing. The air feels lighter—and you will miss Jumin and his father and all the rest of your friends while you're traveling, but you don't have anything to worry about.

They'll be waiting for you when you get back. There will be more brunches and dinners and days spent together in someone's backyard.

There's love there. That's the way it'll always be.

[multi-fxndom446]

Promise

Dabi X Reader

Warning: slight angst, manga spoilers maybe? And this also goes off the theory of Dabi being Touya.

Summary: you search for your best friend and it doesn’t end up like you planned.

You guys this could literally go so many different ways. So what do you think? Dabi ending? Hawks ending? Both? Or no ending?

~

He was shaking slightly as he waited outside your front door, holding the box in his hands. Today was your birthday and you thought he wouldn’t be able to come because his dad rarely let him leave the house, but he wanted to surprise you.

“Touya?” Your confusion turned into immediate happiness as you hugged him “I thought you wouldn’t be able to make it?”

“I got away for a few minutes but I can’t stay.” You couldn’t help the small frown but quickly smiled again when you saw the box he was holding. You choose to ignore the bandages wrapped around his small arms, you knew he didn’t like to talk about it. “I got you something.”

He shakily opened the box to reveal two necklaces laying side by side on some cotton. They were like little capsules, each one holding beads of a certain color. “These are so pretty!” His nerves finally went away when he saw your eyes sparkle in happiness and he pointed to the first one.

“This ones mine, see it has my initials.” You looked a little closer and saw what he was saying. Engraved at the top in small cursive letters was T.T.

The color of his beads were bright blue and you couldn’t help but let your smile widen at that and he seemed to notice you looking it over. “You always say how you like that my eyes match my flames so,” he blushed lightly and looked away from you.

You went to grab the one next to his that had the initials F/I L/I. “You even remembered my favorite color!” You told him happily and he finally looked back towards you.

“Of course I did.” He smiled, grabbing his necklace from the box and stuffing the box in his pocket before he put his on, you following suit.

“Promise to never take it off?” You grinned holding your pinky out to him which he gladly took with a smile of his own before he left to go back home.

-

“Earth to y/n!” Your eyes snapped up from your desk when a giant wing was waved in front of your face. You saw Hawks standing by your desk, his head tilted in amusement as he watched you pull yourself together. “You good? You were pretty deep in thought there.”

You laughed slightly, “yeah sorry, just thinking about something.” Your voice trailed off and he was about to ask when you cut him off. “Did you need something?”

“Yeah,” his eyes narrowed a little in concern but brushed it off. “I have some business I need to take care of so can you take these files to Fatgum? He should have something for me as well.”

“What business?” You asked, grabbing the file from his hands. He didn’t answer and you didn’t expect him to, if there was one thing you learned about working for Hawks it’s that hes really secretive sometimes. Even more so recently.

“Thanks you’re amazing!” He called to you as he took off out of his office to go do whatever he needed to do.

You watched after him as far as you could see before he was out of sight and you had no other choice then to grab your stuff and head to Fatgums agency.

You held the file tightly to you as you walked through the streets, yours fingers unconsciously playing with the chain around your neck.

A train ride later and you were at your destination. Assistants were running all over the place inside, some holding files while other were carrying food back to Fatgum.

It wasn’t the first time Hawks has sent you on an errand to Fatgum and it most likely wouldn’t be the last either. On your way to the office you smiled at the security guards, ignoring the news that was playing on the tv behind you.

“Fatgum?” You poked your head through his door and smiled when he saw you. He quickly waved you in with a big smile of his own and whoever he was talking to took there leave.

Fatgums eyes connected to the folder in your hands, “errand girl again?” You nodded with a laugh. “When is Hawks gonna come see me himself?”

You grinned a little at the fake pout Fatgum was giving you and shrugged your shoulders. “He’s a busy guy I guess.”

“I guess being number 2 will do that to ya.” He sighed, taking the folder from your hands as he rummaged through his drawers for what he needed. He pulled out another file and handed it over to you. “Sorry to rush you out it’s been kinda hectic today.”

“Oh it’s okay. League of Villains again?” He nodded slightly, a frown quickly overtaking his smile.

“Not just them, there’s another Villain givin’ us a lot of trouble recently but I’m sure Hawks can tell you about it.” You could tell by the beeping of his phone that he really needed to get back to work.

“I’m sure he will. I’ll let you get back to work, see you later!” You gave him one last wave before you walked out of his office closing the door behind you. You were walking to the front of the building when you stopped at the Tv splayed out front.

It was just another news cover of the League of Villains but the villain that was on the screen was what caught your attention. “You okay Y/n?”

You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sudden voice, only to see it was Kirishima. You had met him a few times when you came to the agency. “Yeah sorry I just got distracted.” Your eyes fell from him to the screen again and he followed your gaze.

“Ah that’s the vilain Dabi.” He explained to you as you watched intently. Those eyes seemed so familiar to you.

“Kirishima, U.A. Was attacked by League of Villains right?” He nodded, “what do you know about Dabi?”

“Well I mean I never actually ran into the real Dabi at the camp the one who came after us was a fake. But what I understand is he has a fire quirk and that’s about it.” You nodded, you already knew that, it was impossible not to know. “You could ask Todoroki though or Bakugo, or actually don’t ask Bakugo it’s still a sore subject for him.”

“Right. Thanks Kirishima.” You gave him a bright smile which he returned and you both went your separate ways.

By the time you got back to Hawks agency he was still gone. You were sat at your desk with a file in front of you, one on Touya Todoroki. The file you had been building since he disappeared from your life, although there wasn’t much in it seeing as everyone thought he was dead.

You clicked your pen over and over again running through what you should do next before you grabbed your phone and dialed Shotos number.

“Hello?” Came his calm reply.

“Hey Shoto how are you?” You heard him sigh as if he knew the call wasn’t just to check up on him.

“Do you need something?” Usually you would’ve been a little upset that he didn’t even acknowledge your question but after you got to know him more you figured out that was just how he was.

You clicked your pen one last time, “I’ll get straight to the point then. You had a run in with Dabi right?” You heard him hum “what was he like?”

“There’s not much I can tell you.” When you sighed in disappointment he couldn’t help but feel a little bad so he gave you what little information he had. “He has a fire quirk obviously. And he also knew my name.”

Your eyes widened at that, “Did you recognize him?” You asked quickly.

“Yeah the Villain Dabi.” He said it to you as if explaining to a child. You pursed your lips, realizing your mistake.

“His flames, what color were they?” Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest as you looked down at Touyas file, blue fire underlined.

“Blue.” Your breathe hitched, you weren’t dumb you knew a little about Dabi but you never seriously considered him as a candidate for your missing best friend.

“Like his eyes.” You whispered to yourself and Shoto made a slight noise of agreement.

“Yeah actually.”

“Sorry just one more thing. Did he look like he was wearing a necklace?” Shoto went quiet as he thought back on it.

“No not that I can recall but at the time I was trying to save a classmate so I didn’t really pay attention to his neck.” You rolled your eyes at his sarcasm but couldn’t help the slight disappointment.

“Okay thanks Shoto.” He hung up after that and you set you phone down. You looked over the small file again before you closed it and put it back in your desk.

Hawks was just right outside the door, listening.

~

“Touya? What’re you doing here?” You whispered to him as you slid open your window. Everyone was asleep by now and he knew better then to go to the front door so he went straight for your window.

He was looking down at the ground, not able to look you in the eyes. “I came to say goodbye.” He finally told you.

Your eyes widened before you crawled through your window. Touya was quick to help you out so you didn’t hurt yourself but pulled away as soon as you were on the ground. “What? Why?”

“I can’t stay.”

“You’re running away?” You watched him as he nodded hesitantly. You stood silent for a moment before you turned to go back inside. “Hold on then.”

“W-what’re you doing?” He watched you struggle to get through the window, eventually grabbing your hand to stop you.

You turned to him, still holding his hand. “I’m coming with you.” It was his turn for his eyes to widen in shock.

“No!” He slapped a hand over his mouth when he raised his voice, afraid he woke up your family. When he didn’t see any lights turn on he removed his hand. “You can’t Y/n. Your family is here they need you.”

“But you need me.” His expression softened at your words and he pulled you close to him, wrapping his arms around you.

“I’ll be okay.” He pulled back just enough to look you in the eye. “One day we’ll find each other again.”

“Pinky promise?” He laughed softly before taking your pinky in his. He went to walk away from you before you called out to him. “I want you to have this.”

You started taking off your necklace “No Y/n that was your present!” You just ignored him and unclipped it and put it the the palm of your hand.

“I want you to have it so you don’t forget me.” You held your hand out for him and he hesitantly took it before he quickly unclipped his own and handed it to you.

“This will be our way to find each other.” He told you, giving you one last hug before he was gone. You looked down at the necklace in your hand, your fingers tracing over the small T.T.

-

“Hey Y/n?” You looked up from your file on Dabi to Hawks who was at his desk sorting through papers. Though unknown to you, he had been watching you space out for a while. “Will you go to the front desk? There’s a package for me.”

You nodded and went to grab your files when his laugh stopped you. “You’re coming right back you can leave your files.” Reluctantly, you set them back down and walked out the door.

He watched you go, making sure you were gone before he got up and went over to your desk. He opened the file you had been staring at for the entire day and almost felt his blood run cold as Dabis picture sat on top of all the papers.

It had been a week since he overheard your phone call and since then he’s been picking up more and more information on what you’ve been searching for. But he could never quite figure out who. “Why are you researching a Villain, Y/n?” He muttered to himself before he closed the file and went back to his desk, just in time for you to come back with his package in hand.

You immediately went back to looking at the file in front of you while Hawks watched you silently. Every now and then you’d write something down then cross it out.

“Can I ask you something?” He asked after a few more minutes of silently watching. You nodded your head. “Why did you wanna work for me?”

Your hand stopped mid-sentence and you looked up at him in confusion. “Hawks I’ve been working with you for a few years why do you want to know now?”

Hawks shrugged, “just curious.”

“I wanted to help a hero that’s all, I don’t have a quirk of my own so this was the next best thing I guess.” You went back to writing after that but he wasn’t going to just let it end there.

“But you specifically asked for me.” You were silent for a few seconds before you dropped your pen on your desk and looked to him again. “Out of all the hero’s you chose me. Why?”

Something told you he knew but was waiting for you to say it. “I’m searching for someone.” You finally told him, folding your hands on your desk. “I thought working for a top hero would help.”

“You thought working for a top hero would be easier for you to get the information you needed.” He elaborated and you nodded slightly, almost afraid he would fire you over this. He must’ve caught onto your feelings because he laughed a little. “I’m not gonna fire you. Just tell me, who’re you looking for?”

“You won’t believe me.”

“And why not?”

“Because he’s technically dead.” The room went silent as Hawks processed your words.

“Then-?” You already knew what he was going to ask so before he could you held your hand out to stop him.

Your hand came to rest on the capsule around your neck as you glanced over at the file. “He’s not dead. I know because he came to see me before he was declared dead.”

“Then he still could be.”

“He’s not.”

Hawks sighed and ran a hand through his hair, still trying to connect whatever dots he was missing. “What’s his name?”

“I don’t need any help searching for him.” You said and the two of you stared at each other, waiting to see what the other would do.

“Just answer me this, why me? Why not Endeavor?” You made a face at the mention of the number one hero and he made note of it.

You just shook your head, “it’s nothing you need to worry about.” You closed the file you had been looking at to pack up for the day.

“I am worried that you’re researching Dabi though.” He said after you went to stand up. You immediately fell back into your seat. ‘Of course he went through the file’ you thought. “Why him?”

“He’s just on a list of people with fire quirks. I’m sure he’ll be crossed off soon.” You explained and he went silent again.

“Fire quirk? This person you’re searching for has a fire quirk?” You nodded your head again, going to stand up once more. “At least give me something to look out for so I can be a little helpful.”

“Fine,” you could’ve told him about the color of his fire or his eyes but you also didn’t really want Hawks searching for Touya to begin with so you gave him the simplest thing you could think of. “When we were little he bought me a necklace for my birthday. When he left we swapped. If he’s who I’m looking for he might still have a necklace with my initials engraved in it and the little beads would be F/C.”

Hawks knew that wasn’t much to go off of but by the way you were being so secretive about Dabi he had a feeling you thought he was the one you were looking for and luckily for him, he worked closely with the Villain not that you knew that. “I’ll keep my eye out.” You nodded at him and took your leave.

He pondered over the information he gathered from you today, did he really wanna help you find this guy? Why was he anyways? ‘Because Id do anything for her.’ Hawks sighed, running a hand down his face before he too decided to leave to meet up with the Villain in question.

His hands were stuffed in his jacket pockets as he thought of everything you told him and everything he saw in your research. He couldn’t risk you finding out about what he was doing, he didn’t want to put you in any danger. So he decided to help, though part of him dreaded the answers he would come across.

His steps were slow but he didn’t care all to much, he was already late. He would spare a few smiles at some of his fans passing by before he finally got to his destination.

“You’re late.” Dabi stated, pushing himself off the wall.

Hawks looked at his expressionless face and let his eyes drift down to his neck to see if there was a necklace, which there was not. “I was talking to my assistant.” Dabi raised an eyebrow but turned to walk further down the alley with the hero following after.

“Which one you have like twenty.” Dabi asked as he let his hands hang by his sides.

“Are you researching my entire agency now?” Hawks scoffed.

“Only the ones that matter and from what I’ve read, you’re pretty close to a lot of people at your agency although there’s one person in particular that you would stay behind for.” Dabi glanced behind him, his left hand going to his pocket while his right stayed by his side. “Y/n L/n.”

Hawks visibly stiffened at your name which didn’t go unnoticed. Dabi eye twitched in irritation but he turned forward so hawks wouldn’t be able to see. “Do you know anything about this new villain running around?” Hawks changed the subject.

“He’s not part of the league if that’s what you’re asking.” Hawks eyes zeroed in on his left hand still in his pocket but brushed it off. “He’s acting on his own. He must be throwing the hero’s off though, bombing building after building.”

Hawks didn’t respond. The villain had a bombing quirk which basically just allowed him to set powerful bombs off and he was able to set them off whenever he wanted.

Dabi glanced at him again while his fingers played with the necklace in his pocket.

~

It had been weeks since you started researching the Villain and Hawks eventually put himself into your research not giving you a choice on having him help you out more.

You sighed as you looked up at the agency you know so well and with a frown you went in. Today was supposed to be your day off but Hawks had some business he needed to take care of and he only trusted you to go to hero meetings in his place. Usually if you were out and a meeting came up he would brush it aside but this one couldn’t be missed.

“Why can’t you go yourself again?” You asked him as soon as you got through the door. He smiled at you as soon as he saw your face and he stood up to go over to you.

“Because this business is more important then this hero meeting.” Before you could retort he handed you a file. “It’s about the bombing villain. I don’t need you to say anything just go and take notes and don’t piss anyone off.”

“No promises.” You mumbled as you flipped through the pages of information. Eventually you closed the file and looked back to him. “Should I come back here when it’s done?”

Hawks shrugged, “sure.”

You shook your head slightly and went to leave. “Alright I’ll see you later then.” Hawks called out a farewell as he watched you walk down the hall. After awhile when he knew you would be out of the building he took his leave.

“You’re really getting good at making me wait.” Was the first thing Dabi said to him when the hero finally got to the meeting point.

“I was busy.” Was Hawks short reply. He stood in front of Dabi waiting for him to leave but he just stood there his left hand in his pocket.

“With what? Shouldn’t have stayed late to talk, today is Y/ns day off.” Immediately hawks grabbed Dabi by his collar and pushed him against the brick wall with a scowl on his face.

“Are you stalking my assistant?” Dabi was silent, his ice blue eyes giving away nothing as usual. “Stay the hell away from her.”

Dabi’s eye twitched a little at that, something Hawks noticed he did a lot at the mention of you. “You care so much for her yet I’m surprised you haven’t told her what you do behind the scenes.”

“Why would I?”

“Why wouldn’t you?” Dabi replied almost immediately after the hero. “Don’t you think she deserves to know?”

“I’m not going to put her in danger.” Dabi narrowed his eyes at him. “She’s working under me for the soul purpose of finding someone, I have no intention or reason to tell her what I do.”

Dabi went silent for a second as Hawks’ words processed in his head. “Who’s she looking for?” He finally asked.

“That’s not your concern. All you need to know is I promised to help her find him and you happen to be on her list of candidates.” Hawks practically growled out, his grip on Dabis collar not loosening. “And I hope to whatever powers are out there that you are not the person she’s looking for because she deserves more then a Villain.”

Dabi clenched his jaw, his eye twitching again as he shoved Hawks back. “More then a Villain, so you’re saying she deserves you is that it?” Hawks just glared at him and Dabi laughed humorlessly “are you in love with your assistant Hawks?”

The tone was condescending but Hawks didn’t let it phase him. “No.” Dabi scoffed in disbelief and let his left hand go back to his pocket. Hawks eyed the movement before looking back up at his face. “What aren’t you telling me? Do you know her?”

Dabi didn’t answer and Hawks balled up his fist before lunging at him. He gripped Dabis shirt into his fist, “did you know her before I did?” Again Dabi didn’t answer but his left hand fell to his side and Hawks took the opportunity to quickly reach his hand into his pocket and grab whatever he always had in there.

His eyes widened at the necklace he pulled out but Dabi was quick to swipe it away from him. “That necklace. You’re-“ a loud explosion cut him off. They both looked down the alley to see a bunch of pedestrians running every which way.

Hawks phone buzzed with an alert and he was quick to pull it out. His eyes widened in horror at what he was seeing. “This building” Dabi looked at him in confusion before he felt like his heart stopped. “I sent Y/n there.”

Hawks ran after that, trying to get to the building as fast as he could. When he got there, there was smoke everywhere. Multiple Hero’s were on sight including the police to help everyone out of the building.

He searched the crowds for you but couldn’t find you. He grabbed onto an officer nearby, “is there anyone else in the building?!”

“Not that I know of.” Hawks let him go and stared at the building in front of him before he checked the time. It was the time the meeting was supposed to started. He knew you and he knew you wouldn’t be late so with one last glance around to make sure you weren’t there he ran inside.

You gasped in sharp breathes of air as your ears rung from the blast. Your whole body hurt, it felt like someone stabbed you all over multiple times. You couldn’t breathe no matter how much you tried and your head was swimming from the lack of oxygen and the pain.

The blast had sent you flying and now you were scared no one was going to find you. Tears spilled from your eyes at the thought of dying alone but also at the thought that you would never get to see your best friend again. “Y/n!” Someone yelled for you but you couldn’t yell back. “Y/n! Where are you?!”

It was Hawks you knew that voice anywhere. You could see him slightly through the corner of your eye. “Hawks..” your voice was small almost a whisper but he heard it.

“Y/n,” Hawks finally reached you and let his eyes scan over you. He knelt down beside you and started picking through the rocks to get you free, his feathers helping. “It’s gonna be okay just hold on okay?”

“Hawks..”

“Just hang on for me okay? I’ll get you out.”

“Hawks.” Your hand found his, as painful as it was to move you needed him to stop. He looked to you and your heart broke as fear clouded his eyes. Tears were slipping from yours as you told him one thing. “I’m scared.”

He got closer to you and pulled you into his grasp. You screamed out in pain before you sighed in relief and layed in his arms. Your legs were still stuck under the rumble but you wouldn’t let him leave you so his feathers moved them as fast as they could.

Your fingers clutched onto the necklace around your neck and you tried to pull it off but couldn’t. Hawks saw your struggle and with one hand he unclipped the back of it, only for you to hand it to him. “Promise me you’ll give it to him?” The fear in his eyes worsened.

“You’ll give it to him yourself.” He tried to smile but it fell as soon as your hands grasped his, placing the necklace in his palm. “Y/n please don’t do this to me.”

“Promise me.” You whispered, clutching onto his hand. Finally Hawks let the tears slip down his face.

“I promise.” You gave him a weak smile before your strength was finally gone. Your hands fell from his and your chest stopped moving. Hawks let out a broken sob when finally his feathers got you free but they were to late. “I’m sorry, this is all my fault.”

Dabi was stood in the shadows as he watched everything happen. His eyes were scanning the crowds over and over again before movement from the building got his attention.

His hand clutched the necklace tightly as he watched Hawks carry you out of the building. Paramedics and people with healing quirks were by his side in a second, taking you from him.

He watched for a second more before he disappeared into the shadows.

~

Dabi stepped into the hospital room. His eyes first latching onto you and all the machines around you but then they fell on Hawks who was sat in a chair beside your bed, his hand in yours. But that wasn’t what got his attention.

“You’re wearing her necklace.” The statement was blunt but Hawks could hear the venom laced into the words.

“Not even going to deny it anymore?” The hero wasn’t looking at Dabi, just you. He scanned over your face one last time before he turned to face Dabi. “I promised her I’d give it to the guy she’s looking for and I intend to do just that.”

Hawks stood from his seat, letting your hand fall from his grasp as he reached to unclasp the necklace. When he had it in the palm of his hand he walked over to Dabi, grabbed his hand and dropped the necklace in his palm. “If you have something to say I’d say it soon before someone comes in.” Dabi grabbed him before he could leave though.

“What happened?”

Hawks looked from Dabi to you and shook his arm off. “That Villain you had no idea about, happened.” Then he was gone.

Dabi clutched the necklace tightly in his hand before he set it down on the bedside table. He went to grab your hand when he stopped but reluctantly placed it on top of yours.

When he left he promised himself to never see you again because he knew whatever life he would lead would put you in danger. Yet years passed and he couldn’t help himself from watching over you. You never knew but he was always there.

“That damn hero thought I was watching you because of him.” Dabi muttered as he watched your chest rise and fall with slow breathes. He grabbed your necklace out of his pocket. “I always had this on me y’know? Didnt like to wear it though. I didn’t want to destroy it.”

He gave it one last look before he set it down next to yours on the table, severing whatever connection you had left. “I’m sorry Y/n. I know you looked for a long time but if you find me I know you’ll try and follow my life but I won’t let you.” His hand fell from yours and he turned to leave.

Your eyes fluttered open just as he was about to reach the door. You blinked a few times, trying to clear your vision and when you did you saw him leaving. Your eyes widened, “w-wait!”

He didn’t stop, “I know who you are please!” But then he continued so you started to sit up, making the machines around you beep. “You promised!” Finally he stopped.

He turned his head to throw one glance at you, “I’m sorry.” Then he was gone and a horde of nurses flooded the room to check on you. They all grabbed onto you trying to calm you down but you just screamed for Dabi to come back.

You thrashed around in there grip, turning your head to the side only to see the two necklaces laying on the table and the tears got worse. “No!”

Finally a nurse put some medicine in your IV to make you go to sleep. But your eyes were locked on the necklaces and even with blurry eyes you could see what was written on the other necklace.

Y/I L/I

~

[austarus]

Harry Wells x Reader Crisis of Infinite Wells (Part 3 of 5)

**A/N: The picture/edit/gif does not belong to me. It belongs to @countlesswells

Part 1    Part 2    Part 4    Part 5

*Yes, I know this is super late, but I had so many exams and deadlines shifted due to the transition online. Didn’t help that finals were around the corner either. But I’m back, and hopefully I can make things right with my fics, especially with the fact that we’re not going to get the Alls Wells That Ends Wells episode this season thanks to Ms. Rona (Please don’t come after me T.T). Anywho, this ended up being super, SUPER, long and I have no regrets. I feel that we need this series more than ever. If you already haven’t make sure to check out Part 1 and 2. Don’t forget to reblog and leave a comment, I read them all!

Word Count: 6601

You took in a deep breath, simultaneously opening your eyes to find yourself being hovered over by Caitlin and Cisco

“There’s our sleeping beauty,” Cisco jokes, grinning at you before running back over to the monitors to get a screwdriver.

“Mm, it’s too bright here.” You winced and blinked a few times as your brain had finally registered the bright lights of the Speed Lab. Rubbing your face a few times, you moved slowly to sit up. Stretching your aching body, you cracked a few bones and let out a little noise in contentment. Eyes looking around for a bit, you saw that the Mindscape Machine was still out, and that Cisco had hooked you and Nash onto it. Nash was still knocked out on another bed though because of the sedation. He looked peacefully asleep, as if the weight of his expeditions and the murmurings at the back of his head were gone. He should be coming back soon, I hope.

Cisco noticed where your gaze had gone before grabbing your attention, “Cecile had to go back home to feed a fussy little baby Jenna and Joe, so we ended up resorting to the Mindscape Machine. Went smooth sailing, thanks to our very own resident genius engineer, no thanks needed. All in a good day’s work.”

“I figured when you chimed in saying that we needed to go to the Nexus of Nash’s mind to get out.” You pointed out.

“Nash should be waking up in an hour or so, he’ll be fine I promise. How are you feeling?” Caitlin asked softly as she checked you over for any sign of abnormalities before removing the wires from your head.

“Cold,” goosebumps were already breaking out through your body as a shiver goes down your spine. “Really cold, Caity. Can’t you STAR Labs techies afford heat or something?” You joked, watching a look of fake hurt cross Ciscito’s face, a hand automatically over his heart.

“Dude, it’s like beautiful outside and what am I doing? I was stuck in here babysitting Princess Aurora and Pebble Brain over there until you guys came back to reality. You’re welcome for that, by the way,” Cisco made a face, pointing towards the direction of Nash’s unconscious body with a screw driver before walking back to where you sat, “while fixing these bad boys up,” the mechanical genius gestures dramatically to the tech in the room. “Meanwhile, Barry and Not-Mirror-Iris are on a picnic date in Central City Park enjoying the sunny weather. One which I wanted to do with Not-Mirror-Kamilla first.”

You and Caitlin just giggled at Cisco’s dramatics. Caitlin gave you the ‘all clear’ that your neural functions were still working and that you should be coordinated within your own body.

“So, Persephone,” You rolled your eyes at the nickname and shook your head at the two. Cisco had basically dubbed you and Harry that even before you had gotten together. In secret of course, or else Harry would start throwing things at him for dropping obvious hints of his feelings towards you. It’s at least so much better than Romeo and Juliet because in all honesty, they had a tragic love story and that is something that my love life does not need. More tragedy, internal pain, and suffering. “Did you see your Hades again?”

“I did, yeah.” A soft smile crossed your lips as your mind replays the interaction, your cheeks dusting the lightest color of pink. Your gaze dropped down a bit as Cisco and Caitlin started going “Ooooooo” as if high school gossip girls wanting you to spill the beans while giving you that one look you know all too well. You didn’t have the heart to tell them to stop.

“How is he?” Caitlin asked while Cisco nodded, wanting to know if his friend’s okay.

“He’s good,” you responded with a smitten grin, and then made a little sheepish face. “They’re all good.”

“They?-” Caitlin frowned as she slowly asked with a raised eyebrow.

“-Excuse me? They?” Cisco had a look mixed with dumbfoundedness and disbelief. His mouth slightly open as you saw his mind comprehending that simple sentence. You just nodded with a slightly sheepish grimaced expression. “You-”

“-had to meet the entire Council of Wells and propose to them the Multi-Dimensional idea that could possibly save them all because my boyfriend and a select few of his pals convinced me to since apparently the Wells men tend to have lots of arguments and so they also tend to never get things done sometimes. Yeah. That happened.” You quickly rambling how you met the infinite Council of Wells and then slowed down at the latter sentence with a nod. Cisco and Caitlin were stunned in place as they had tried to keep up with every single word that you said. Before they could even say anything, you spoke up once again as you got off the bed to stand on wobbly legs. “Did I mention that Harry, Sherloque, and Wolfgang are the triumvirate lead of the Council and that Sonny’s their hype man, apparently? I did not ever see that happening.” You ran a hand through your hair, “I have seen things. Standing in a huge lecture-ish mental room in Nash’s mind filled with doppelgangers of Harrison Wells is something I just cannot unsee.”

“No, you can’t.” Cisco added in agreement, his arms crossed. “You met all of them?”

“I mean, sorta. I mainly just stood at the front where the Wells triumvirate take their spots to start their meetings. Ok, so like you know the Galactic Senate from Star Wars where Palpatine and Padme were in?”

“Hell yeah, I do. What do you take me for an uncultured swine?”

“So, like, the layout of the room was sorta styled like that.” Cisco looked slightly mind blown because Star Wars obviously. You located your leather jacket and put it on to have some layer against the cool wind of the AC. “How’s everything coming with the modifications?”

Cisco and Caitlin look at each other before Frost took over for a bit, “I think this is the part where we tell you that they’ve sorta hit a roadblock.”

“Perfect,” you deadpanned, with a slight pain reverberating at the back of your head. I need some coffee, you thought before collecting your things and giving Nash one last glance.

***

I jinxed myself when I told Cisco that I could handle this. Handle them and their stupidity. A frown plastered itself onto Nash’s face, his head throbbing at the legit argument going on at the back of his head. What about? Who the hell knows or cares? Rubbing his face then his temples when the headache started to radiate to the front, the dark-haired explorer let out another annoyed groan as a doppelganger started yelling to contribute to the argument. I have never been more annoyed at the sound of my voice. Nash’s been trying to mentally block them so he himself can think things out, but collectively it hasn’t been succeeding. His heavy footsteps carried him to the Med Bay, thankful that no one was here at this ungodly hour to see him like this. I need an icepack and multiple pills of aspirin. Nash snorted when a mental image of you scolding him for the number of pills he might take to ease the pain was conjured in his mind. You entertained him, is what he told himself, just like the rest of them.

As he entered the Med Bay, the door creaked and the dim lights from the labs allowed him to see a faint silhouette on the bed. Nash raised an eyebrow as he crept slowly towards the bed, gauntlet at the ready.

“Well, speak of the devil,” he whispered to no one in a low voice, forgetting about the throbbing and disgruntled voices in his head. Nash disengaged his gauntlet. On the bed, you were curled up with a thin blanket, clearly still cold, but sound asleep at this hour. Curled up like a kitten and cuddled up to a pillow. Nash’s blue eyes wandered to what’s beside you, seeing multiple papers messily put together and various binders littering the bed. Due to the dimness, he couldn’t really make out any of the writings on the paper at this angle, but the Wells doppelganger can only assume that they’re medical files for Barry and the others.

Nash’s blue  gaze snapped back to you when you emitted a small noise as you shuddered. He didn’t know why, but he made a beeline for the cabinets and closets, finding another thin blanket hidden in them. At least two are better than one. He pulled the thin cloth over you, ensuring that you would be a little warmer than before. Nash’s gaze softened slightly at your tired expression that you carried even while asleep. Shutting his eyes for a bit only to reopen them, Nash curled his hand into a fist then uncurled it. He let out an inaudible sigh, his right hand reaching out to gingerly tuck a strand of hair behind your ear-

“-Don’t you dare touch her.”

Nash felt as if he was shocked on the spot, retracting his hand rapidly as he turned around, coming face to face with the source of the voice. Harry stood with his hands in his pants pockets, a glare present on his face as he watched his doppelganger with angry eyes. Clearly unamused that Nash was getting close to you. Harry’s words, precise and cold, had cut through the air like a sharpened knife, but you couldn’t hear him.

Nash swallowed, sending Harry a smile of mockery. “Don’t worry, I’m not trying to steal her away from you. Unless-” Nash spoke with a raspy voice.

“-You can’t even if you tried,” Harry retorted without hesitation. Nash rolled his eyes taking a few steps closer to his doppelganger. Both men exuded confidence and intimidation towards one another. “Watch yourself, Nash. I have her heart, just as she has mine.”

“You can keep the little lady, for all I care. She’s just good company, you would know that all too well, wouldn’t you Harry? And what do you know, she still owes me a favor. A favor in exchange for my help. I could have easily said no and kept the both of you separated because why would I care if her little heart remains broken and she loses sleep every night over it?” Nash bit down on the inside of his cheek, ignoring that mental image.

Harry glowered at Nash’s cocky words. “When I get back, I’m going to make you regret those words.”

“Look, I’m not interested in her, Harry. Get over yourself and keep her, she’s not that special anyway.” The tension and malice were intoxicating, hanging heavy in the room.

“Are you kidding me? I’m literally in your mi-”

“-Zhe petit fluer ‘as been overworking ‘erself again.” Nash jumped slightly at the new voice, letting out a frustrated breath before turning his gaze towards the French-accented voice. “And you two are ‘ere arguing over ‘er like ‘igh school boys.” Sherloque stood on the other side of the bed as he examined the papers from his height. He was clearly annoyed at both Nash and Harry, narrowing his eyes with an icy look on his face. “Merde, if you want to ‘ash it out, at least ‘ave zhe decency to do it outside,” Sherloque pointedly spoke, crossing his arms.

Harry and Nash briefly looked at each other before moving their gazes back to Sherloque only to find an empty space beside you. Sherloque had retreated back into Nash’s mind in order to sort things out with Wolfgang and the others. J'ai parlé de mes deux cents à ces deux-là. Sherloque took off his fedora and weaved a hand through his dark locks, glancing at the Nexus of Nash’s mind. “Et ce n'est pas bon de se mentir à toi-même, Nash,” the Frenchmen whispered with a knowing glint in his eyes, a stoic smile on his face.

You scrunched your nose and shuffled into a different position on the bed, almost knocking off a binder stack. Harry ignored Nash’s existence, taking a seat on the chair beside your sleeping form and noticing something that anyone else would have missed if they had not been together with you. Nash watched his Earth-2 doppelganger, seeing a certain look cross through Harry’s eyes. Harry slowly reached a hand out only to drop it knowing that he wouldn’t be able to touch you in this state. His hand formed into a tight fist as he dropped it by his side. Harry heavily sighed, shutting his eyes and running a hand through his hair. Nash raked his teeth over his bottom lip, feeling a tiny shred of guilt at Harry’s inability to be here with you. Reopening his azure irises, Harry’s heart stung, and it reverberated throughout his entire being. Oh, how he yearned to hold you again. To be able to wrap his arms around you and pull you close for warmth.

“She’s still cold,” Harry commented his observation, a slightly sullen expression creeping on his face. He readjusted his glasses. Nash raised an eyebrow at Harry’s words. “Just remember what I said. She’s not a prize. After everything you’ve done, she’d never willingly choose you in any lifetime.”

Nash blinked and Harry was gone, the explorer immediately regained composure of himself and his surroundings. Nash felt the tension leave his body, stretching a bit to relieve his muscles. I swear if I roll my eyes hard enough, they’ll fall out of their sockets. With a sigh, Nash gave you one last look before reluctantly shedding off his jacket and pulling it over you. The dark-haired man left the room without sparing you another glance.

What is even considered a prize anymore?

***

It’s been a couple weeks since you had entered Nash’s mind and spoken to the Wells men. Since then they had collectively collaborated with Barry, Cisco, and Chester via Nash to make necessary modifications and electro-/neuro-magnetic adjustments. “I present to you attempt #29,” Cisco announces, sliding out from behind the machinery, with a tool in hand, “which coincidently is the same number of one of my favorite Pokémon from the original 151 of the benevolent Kanto region.”

“Female Nidoran?” You and Barry both questioned the looked at each other. Nidoran is a pretty decent Pokémon, not gonna lie. Poison capabilities that are deadly with a combination of ground-type moves can really have opponents running for the hills without the proper Pokémon to counter its abilities and possible move-sets.

“What? She’s literally a freaking queen in battle and her move-set has been improving tremendously with every generation.”

“To be honest, Cisco, you always struck me for a Poliwag kind of guy when I first met you,” you quipped up. “But I got to say (Insert Favorite Pokémon Type)-types are more my style.

“Nerds,” Nash snickered to himself lowly. You whipped your head back to him, not clearly hearing his exact murmured words, but hearing his voice. The others didn’t hear anything. Nash dropped his gaze away avoiding your look, but not before narrowing his eyes at you. You just continued on with a questioning look, this time your thoughts circulating on if you’d done anything to offend this Wells doppelganger.

He’s been avoiding you since you had entered his mind, which at first you respected because having someone else enter your mind and intrude is weird enough, so you gave him his space. But then it started to turn into him throwing annoyed looks at you when you spoke, gradually and fully ignoring your existence in the Labs as the days went by. Even to the point of not seeking you for medical attention like he normally did when he injured himself in some way. Instead, Nash went to see Caitlin.  

At first you thought nothing of it, Nash probably had his reasons for not wanting to speak to you and you had done nothing wrong in reality that you could recall. But then your anxiety continued to climb as one day passed after another. I’m not a bad physician, am I? I mean, I hope I not. I’ve been doing my best to suture and isolate every variable in order to make correct diagnostics. Nash even ignored you when you asked him if he wanted any coffee when you went on coffee runs. Was it the coffee pun I made? Everyone laughed at it.

“How are the modifications to the dimensional extrapolator coming along?” You asked turning your gaze back to the boys. You sort of regretted asking because you know that they’re going to start talking all quantum physics and math at you.

“Well, after analyzing the multiverse extrapolator and running diagnostics it’s… actually not fit to be modified,” Chester explained, holding up the piece of tech.

“Is that the bad news?” You raised an eyebrow at them, glancing back at Nash for any input, but were greeted with silence.

“I mean, this little baby over here may not be as functional as before, but it does still hold a variety of multiversal coordinates. In which we could cross reference those numbers with any pocket dimension coordinates that we happen to stumble across. Which I’ve got to say is so friggen cool! My world just keeps exploding, first there were multiple universes and doppelgangers, then black holes- but I created that on accident- my bad, by the way-” Chester continued in a quick ramble with a huge and excited grin on his face. If you didn’t know better, he seemed as eccentric as the energizer bunny, you just nodded along politely. “-And now we’ve got pocket dimensions! We really are breaking all the rules of physics-”

“-Chester, grab me the-”

Barry leaned in close, cutting off your focus from Chester’s hyper rant and Cisco’s shout, “We basically need to develop a new extrapolator.”

“That makes much more sense, but I was following Chester’s rant, thank-you-very-much. Sort of. ” you nodded sheepishly at your friend before sending him a teasing smile. Barry held his hands up in defeat. Barry let out a laugh. “How’s Iris?”

The speedster nodded, directing his gaze to the side so you two can side bar. “She’s doing ok, keeping an eye on Eva while running the Citizen. The headaches have receded, but she’s a bit disoriented at times. I’ve had Cisco and Chester install different meta security measures in case Black Hole decides to make a guest appearance.”

“But is she ok? Mentally?”

“She’s… jumpy at times. Iris told me she trusted Eva when she entered Joseph’s hidden lab. That Eva was the reason that she doubted herself in seeing the truth and her instinct that Iris’s always trusted. She told Kamilla the same thing. We’re trying to work through it.”

You patted Barry’s back, “Just let me know if I can do anything to help. If it means anything, Harry taught me how to use his pulse rifle for a worst-case scenario.” You grinned up at him, secretly always wanted to have a reason to put your sessions with Harry to the test.

Barry chuckled and shook his head, knowing that Harry would kill him if he had allowed you to be put in harm’s way. “I think we’ll be good, but thanks for the tip.” You pouted at your best friend before a small laugh leaves your lips.

Nash took a glimpse of you over his shoulder as you giggled at your best friend. He thanked the stars that he was able to reuse the tech from an older MAD produced by Harry and synthesized it to become a mental block between him and the other Wells so that they wouldn’t interfere with his thoughts or pop up randomly. Nash called it Psyche Block. All he had to was to make sure it was on whenever he was in the labs. She hasn’t been sleeping well. He could oddly tell with one look. That small moment of weakness allowed the sharpened tool in his hand to slip his grip and pierce the skin through his entire palm. The dark-haired Wells let out a sudden gasp, blood oozed out profusely. A few droplets had fallen onto the hard drive of the Neural Splicer, short-circuiting it. Your ears caught the noise somehow, frowning your eyes caught Nash leaving with quick steps.

“I-I gotta go…” you whipped your head back to Barry, who had watched the glances that you had thrown at the Wells doppelganger since you entered the room. You pointed to the Speed Lab’s exit, “Do this… this thing.” Barry nodded with a teasing grin at your awkward attempt to excuse yourself, gesturing towards to door.

You were already leaving as you spoke to the speedster. Entering the corridor with swift feet you slightly managed to catch up to Nash. Damn him and his long legs.

“Nash!”

Nash’s blood ran cold at the sound of your voice. He willed himself to not look back, instead to carry on his way to the Med Bay. You saw that he clearly ignored you, which caused an ache to echo throughout your body. With every fiber of your being, you sprinted forward as fast as you could to come to a stop right in front of him causing the geological myth-buster to stop as well, midway to the medical room with an irritated façade on his features. Nash remained silent as you caught your breath, he held a cautious hand out to put up distance between you both, to not have you come any closer.

You opened your mouth to question him instantly at his gesture, but your eyes quickly caught sight of his bloodied hand. Sharp instincts assessing that the wound had been the cause of his escape from the Speed Lab. “You’re hurt.” You ignored his eye roll, taking a step forward and snatching his hand gingerly to examine it. He hadn’t realized that he stopped you with his bloodied hand. The droplets of red had splattered onto the concrete floor, creating a puddled mess of crimson. “Nash this needs stitches. Immediately.” Looking up at him, Nash exhaled roughly side-glancing away in frustration before meeting you with cold eyes. But you did not yield under the coldness. “I can suture this. All we nee-”

“-I don’t need your help,” was his rapid and frosty response. He blinked at you, holding his ground.

“Then who’s help are you going to need, huh!? Caitlin? Last time I checked she was at her mother’s facility because of the bullet-light-energy shot that Black Hole gave her,” You frowned deeply at him with fiery eyes, you had never combusted like this in a really long time. “Can you suture this by yourself?” You asked rhetorically. “This cut is too deep to just put a band aid on it and call it a day.” Nash opened his mouth to retaliate, but you cut him off in a softer voice. “I know that you hate me,” Nash narrowed his eyes at those words, “but let me help you.”

Nash pursed his lips, looking into your pleading eyes and inwardly cursed himself. With a sigh, the older man followed you to the Med Bay, where you proceeded to stitch him up and fully sterilize the wound from the blood and bacteria/bacteriophages that could enter the cut.

“You’re only looking after me because of Harry.” You heart stopped at the sudden words, slicing the air of the room. “What? Nash, that’s not true.”

Nash let out a mirthless laugh. “Isn’t it?”

“It’s not, I can’t believe you would even think that.” You berated him with a serious look, but he just waved you off. You pursed your lips at the silence. “Why do you hate me?” You looked up as you finished your work, eyes meeting his light blue colored ones that you had stared into before. Nash licked his lips, eyes darting to anything else, avoiding the kicked puppy look on your face.

“I don’t hate you.”

“Was it the coffee pun?”

“No”

“The Pokémon nerd talk?”

“Unfortunately, no”

“Then, what is it?”

“It’s- I…” He started, taking a breath in. “Quae dicunt, facite vobis cor eius. Quod pertinet ad eum. Nusquam potuerunt alium, qui non pertinent ad quis enim concupíscit.” The dark-haired man raked an uninjured hand through his hair as he fisted his wounded one, feeling its stitching.

“What?” You raised an eyebrow in confusion. Nash stubbornly shook his head, not wanting to repeat his words.

“Nash, I don’t understand what foreign, dead language you just spoke, but you’re my friend. I’m always going to care for my friends, even and especially when I’m involved with Harry. They’ll always be in my heart, no matter what. And that includes you too, you stubborn idiot.” You grinned at him with sincere intention, placing a hand gently on his clenched fist. A reluctant smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. “Now, you need to let that heal. So, no tech tinkering or spontaneous adventures in the middle of the day until the stitches come off, doctor’s orders.” You winked, smiling widely at him. You moved to leave the room, throwing one last look back at him.

Don’t- Don’t fucking do that, Nash bittersweetly thought to himself as he rubbed his face when you left the room. Don’t give me that… that smile, saying things like that. He sighed for the nth time that day, unfurling his hand to observe your handiwork.

***

You entered Nash’s mindscape once more, searching for Harry to spend some time with him. Nash had opted to stay behind until you were ready to leave his mind, particularly moody about not wanting to see his doppelgangers because he sees enough of them. He had upgraded the MAD 2.0 so that Cecile’s presence and powers wouldn’t be required for today. Nash, the Wells, and the Team Flash boys have been working closely the past couple of days to ensure that the Psyche Segregator (that’s the current name for all the machines interwoven together) would be fully functional. The extrapolator was essentially finished, it just needed the proper orientation for dimensional coordinates that the Wells doppelgangers would need to report.

You walked down the rocky caves of Nash’s mind before hitting a modern looking corridor that similarly belonged to a level in STAR Labs. With a questioning look, your feet continued on as you decided the top floor would be the place that Harry should reside in with Sherloque and Wolfgang. Entering the vacant elevator and ascended each level, you soon found yourself in front of what looks to be Harry’s office from Earth-2.I guess you can change the layout of things if you’re the Mindscape’s master. You pushed the door open, the lights automatically illuminating the room before scanning the area to find it vacant. Your shoulders sagged a bit. Where is he? I thought Nash told Harry that I was coming. Glancing around a bit, you took a seat at the main desk, finding Harry’s glasses. You made the mistake of putting them on as Harry entered the room with a coffee mug in hand. Harry froze at the door as your gaze instantly locked onto his, glasses still on his face. You blinked at one another. It didn’t take long from a wicked grin to cross his handsomely rugged features at the sight of you.

“Don’t you know you shouldn’t take what’s not yours?” Harry shut the door and came around the desk. So he decided not to show up this time. Harry quickly dismissed the thought from his mind, shifting his focus more to you. He noted your exhaustion and would berate you regarding it later.

“Who said they couldn’t be mine?” You teased back as you stood up, slipping the black frames off you and folding them to clip the glasses onto the collar of your top. Harry let out a deep chuckle, a giggle leaving your own. Your boyfriend set down his cup of java on the upper corner of the desk and dipped down to kiss you. He nipped at your lips when you responded to his sweet kiss before pulling away. Harry enjoyed the slight flush on your cheeks, a reaction only he could elicit with his existence. “What was that for?”

“What? I can’t give my lady a kiss?”

This smooth fucker. The heat in your heart intensified at his words and adoring gaze. You were going to unclip his glasses and hand them to him, but his hand stopped you. To anyone observing the scene, they can literally see heart eyes happening between the two of you. “Your lady may want more than just a simple kiss,” You giggled, your voice lowly enticing before pulling him back in, cupping his face with steady hands as your lips collided. Harry let out a laugh against your mouth, bracing his arms around your waist only to maneuver you to sit atop the cool desk.

Gasping at the sudden movement, Harry pushed his tongue into your mouth. You allowed him to slot himself between your legs, pulling him closer and running feather-light touches through his untamed hair. He groaned against you at your touch. God, you missed this closeness! Every time his lips met yours in fervor his grip on your hips would tighten slightly, sending a small shiver to run down your spine. How is it that this all feels so real?

His name escaped your swollen lips when Harry decided to head south, nipping at the nape of your neck before sucking on your sweet spots. How could he forget where you’re most vulnerable to his touch? Your hands gripped onto his shirt. A small noise left your lips, tilting your head more to the side to give the Harry more access to continue his conquest. The room felt hot, your body on fire at every one of Harry’s kisses as he marked your skin. You breathed his name again and Harry could not think straight. One of his strong hands left your side and cradled your face as his lips re-connected with yours once more in a searing kiss. His thumb gently stroked your cheek. How can the way you simply utter his name allow Harrison Wells to abandon all self-control?

Sherloque strode into the room with his cup of tea only to almost drop it at the scandalous scene in front of him. “Mon Dieu! Ayez de la décence!” You and Harry had ripping apart from each other at the sudden outburst, both of your heads snapping towards him. Harry sent a glare at Sherloque, who responded with an annoyed eyeroll at the couple. “At least lock zhe door if you’re going to get all ‘andsy wizh each ozher,” the detective grumbled before leaving the room and shutting the door. Your cheeks were on fire at this point, opting to look at your folded hands that rest on your lap. But Harry did not look ashamed in the slightest, instead a smirk on his face at your sudden bashfulness. You soon snapped out of your embarrassment when a thought had crossed your mind.

“Harry?”

“Hm?”

“Did you say anything to Nash?”

“No,” he lied, glancing up towards the ceiling.

“Uh huh,” you looked at him dubiously with narrowed eyes, “you know that I can tell when you’re lying, right?” You spoke with crossed arms.

“…” Harry’s eyes met yours and you raised a questioning eyebrow at him for an answer. He briefly shut his eyes before reopening them, “I may have… warned him not to come near you and such.”

“Warned or seriously threatened to utterly destroy?”

“… maybe a bit of both…”

“Harry!”

“What?! Do you not see the way he looks at you?”

“The way he what!? Harry, he’s my friend. Just like Sherloque and HR.” You sighed as he pouted sheepishly at you. “Honestly, you know I only have eyes for you.”

“I know, it’s just…” Harry trailed off.

“It’s just?”

“I’m not here. Physically here, to be by your side. To go home with you at the end of the day. Especially at the labs when other versions of myself show up out of nowhere and seem to try to get all chummy with you.”

You blinked at Harry a few times. “Are you… jealous?” Harry didn’t respond, grumpily frowning at your words as he attempted to avoid your gaze. He didn’t like that word. “You are, aren’t you?” The butterflies in your stomach fluttered as you teased him, knowing that his silence was proof enough. Harry sighed, pulling you in a close hug and you felt his head nod in dejection. Harry didn’t want to admit it out loud, that’s just how he is. You rubbed his back, “You know it’s ok to be jealous, right?” Harry let out a sarcastic exhale, resting his chin on your shoulder. You kissed the side of his head, “How do you think I felt every time a young bachelorette sauntered her way towards you at all those galas that we attended? All those thirst cubes you kept receiving? I swear Jesse had to hold me back before I was about to throw some hands, verbally and politely, but effectively scathing.”

Harry snickered at how you’ve dubbed the cubes he’s received from various women ‘thirst cubes’. “Every night, you were the only thing that I would see.” You gave him a tight squeeze before pulling away to give him a soft kiss.

“And you’re the only Wells that my heart wants to be with.” You smiled up at him before it suddenly dropped.

“What?” Fear grappled Harry’s heart. “What is it?”

You swallowed your own fear that had climbed into your throat. “It’s just… this is the last time that I’ll see you before… we have the systems go online to-” You trailed off as you directed your gaze to the ground, gesturing to your theory going into action as you did so. Harry pursed his lips, tilting your head up to look at him. Your eyes glistened in the calm lighting of the office, your voice cracking, “I’m not going to be there when you wake up, Harry.” The realization struck him as well, his eyes glancing down for a split second before meeting yours again.

“I’ll still find you. I’ll still come for you on Earth-Prime.”

There was a sudden knock at the door that snapped yours and Harry’s attention towards it, followed by a clearing of the throat and a thick German accent. “If you bozh are done in zhere, I’d like for eine kleine assembly to ‘appen.”

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Diese beiden schwöre ich. “I don’t… even vant to know vhat you two vere doing.” Wolfgang deadpanned, holding blueprints in one hand and adjusting his glasses. Sherloque stood beside him with a new cup of tea in hand, this time without a fedora.

“We would never-”

“-We were having fun.”

You stumbled over your own words while Harry had owned up to his. You failed to realize the light hickies still on your neck until Wolfgang narrowed his eyes at you and Sherloque rolled his eyes as he watched the exchange. Harry knew they were there; he just didn’t point out that they were visible arm’s length away. Damn it, Harry! Your cheeks heated up and now you’re wondering if your real body now has hickies on them because there’s about to be some words thrown your way by two or three particular members of Team Flash.

“Ah ah ah ah, nein. None of zhat,” the German waved you two off with his hand, “just keep your ‘ormones at a decent level until ve get our bodies back. Zhen you two idiotenliebhaber can do whatever it is you two do when not in a crisis.” You dipped your head down shyly, but that didn’t stop your boyfriend from nudging your side and giving you a smug-ass grin. You glowered at him as he wiggled his eyebrows at you before Wolfgang caught your attention again. “Anyvay, ve need to discuss somezhing else vizh you. Sherloque und I vill also be coming to Earzh-Eins.”

“Why?”

“In case,” Harry started, “I don’t make it in time to recalibrate the Multiversal Communications Projector before all the others. Earth-Prime will essentially give the green light to the others in the multiverse to send in their coordinates.”

“We’ve already figured out Earzh-Prime’s dimensionale coordinates,” Sherloque added in. “Une sécurité intégrée vaut mieux que rien.”

You nodded at their words. I mean it makes sense, but… Wolfgang took out a couple sheets of paper that had been rolled up and hidden in the rolled-up blueprint file, handing it to you. “What’s this?”

“Ein liste of names of all the present Vells who’s neurological vavelengths are entangled vith Nash’s,” Wolfgang stated nonchalantly. “It seems zhat some Earzh are either permanently vacant or do not ‘ave ein Vells.”

“Like Kara’s Earth, old Earth I guess,” You responded, holding the sheets. “She’s Supergirl, used to live on Earth-38. Barry had accidentally multiverse jumped to Earth-38, thanks to Harry. He said that no one from Team Flash’s doppelgangers were on Earth-38, unlike Earth-2 and Earth-19.” Earth-19 Your eyes scanned the list; Wolfgang had done you a great favor in numbering it in Earth order. Could he..? The thought was soon shut out as you looked through the list.

Harry watched as your shoulders sagged, knowing who you were looking for. He pocketed his hands as a fake smile plastered itself onto your face.

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The day had finally come. It’s time for the boys to come back home. Everyone had gathered in the Speed Lab. The machinery interconnected to one another as if interwoven into one mechanical creature. Your heart pounded in your chest and those dubious thoughts returned, but you willed them back. You needed to believe that this can work. Chester and Cisco were calibrating the tablets and satellites, running newer and improved diagnostics for this moment.

“That favor, that you owe me,” Nash’s voice caught your attention, snapping you out of your trance. You looked up at him with a quizzical look.

“Yeah?”

“I’m cashing it in,” Nash’s voice rasped as he took your hand. You humored the geological explorer. “Protect Allegra,” he whispered, his eyes glancing in her direction as her was turned because she was added the finishing touches with Cisco. The simple wish had surprised you, yet at the same time it didn’t in the slightest. “Please.” He sounded like a dying man marching to his death. And in a way he was if this doesn’t work.

“Always,” you nodded at him. Leaning up, you kissed his forehead softly before placing the Psyche Segregator on his head. “Thank you.” Nash remained silent and only closed his eyes as he sat back down. Releasing a breath, he reopening those piercing blue eyes filled with determination, but you can see that behind it there was a form of fear. He nodded. You nodded back at him, taking a step backwards before looking at the others. It’s time. Cisco handed you the tablet that held the ignition keys. You took in a breath, the weight of the tablet seemingly heavier than ever before. A multiverse of lives held within the tips of your fingers, only fate will decide if they live or die.

Your eyes met Nash’s one last time. Doubt choked your heart, but there was no going back. “Here we go,” you spoke each word slowly before pressing the button to ignite the Psyche Segregator.

Translations (Via Google Translate):

French

J'ai parlé de mes deux cents à ces deux-là - I've spoken my two cents to those two

Et ce n'est pas bon de se mentir à toi-même, Nash - And it's not good to lie to yourself, Nash.

Mon Dieu! Ayez de la décence! - My god! Have some decency!

Une sécurité intégrée vaut mieux que rien - A failsafe is better than nothing

Latin

Quae dicunt, facite vobis cor eius - Your heart is its own treasure

Quod pertinet ad eum - It belongs to him

Nusquam potuerunt alium, qui non pertinent ad quis enim concupíscit. - It could never belong to anyone else who yearns for you.

German

Idiotenliebhaber - idiot lovers

Diese beiden schwöre ich - These two, I swear

[greyfongschemmenti]

Hesitate 2|15

Chapter 2

Summary:

Your first day at the force, but before you're allowed to go out onto the field you have to give an assessment and you have to perform with the Chief.

Notes:

Hey guys, so here is the next chapter. If you guys have any ideas on how I can better improve. Feel free to let me know! I am glad by the comments and hope to keep it up! Like I've said before I am no means a writer. I even failed a creative writing course (T.T). anyways, hope you enjoy this second chapter!

You looked at yourself in the mirror wearing the official Republic City Metal bending uniform and couldn’t believe it. The feeling of the cool metal against your skin and how tight and secure it feels. You couldn’t help but slightly take in a bit of the pants to make it tighter and not as baggy looking, give it a slight skinny jean look without making it drastic. The uniform isn’t all that bad, the only thing you would change would be the little skirt thing that comes from the bottom of the uniform, but other than that it seemed pretty nice. You grabbed your helmet and backpack and head out of your apartment and mount on your motorcycle and drive to the station. You find a parking spot for your cycle and take your helmet off walking into the station and quickly put your helmet, gloves, and backpack into your issued locker. You jog up the stairs fixing your hair running a hand thru it as you get to the upper floor and knock on the Chief’s door. “Yes?”

You walk in and give your best morning face and smile warmly “Morning Chief, reporting for assessment.”

Chief looks up at you with her glasses and gives a low scoff “well seems like someone had their coffee this morning.”

“oh sorry chief, did you want a coffee?” you look back at the desks of officers before looking back at the Chief.

“I believe I hired you as officer not as a secretary or assistant, rookie” Chief took her glasses off and stood up walking around her desk motioning with her index finger to follow her “Let’s go” she commanded as she made way out her office. You were quick to not say anything and followed her down the stairs as you two made way to one of the training grounds. You couldn’t help but glance at the Chief while she walked, tall and straight and with purpose. Not giving anyone a chance to look at her other than high regard. Not like anyone would dare to unless they were ready to get their ass handed by the Chief Lin Beifong. Both of you walk in into the training room and you stand in the middle of the training ground and take in the room before Lin stands in front of you. “So it’s safe to assume that your time in Zaofu has you experienced in hand to hand combat and working in a metal suit before, yes?” she said with her arms behind her back in an attention position.

“That would be right, Chief” you responded back

“well good, no need to see how you handle yourself in the suit, let’s assess your close range fight” Lin turned on her heels and walked to the other side of the field and metal bended her armor off revealing her white tank top and slightly whips her hair side to side to fix it back in its perfect place before looking at you. “well, take your armor off (y/n), we don’t have time to waste” she muttered, and you quickly walk to the sideline and metal bended your armor off and reveal your black tank and a large burn scar across your left bicep. You notice how the Chief’s eyes glance over to your scar before she looks away and coughs to start the lesson. You both walk on either side of the field and start your initial fighting stance, putting your arms up close to your hands and look at the Chief’s eyes.

“Give me all you got, kid” she said as she stood relaxed

Is she not going to get into stance? I begin to think, maybe this is her way to analyze how I fight? Well no need to stand around. You bend three pieces of earth up from the ground and do a flying kick at the outer two rocks before punching the center towards the chief and going into a full on sprint at her and jump up right before the rocks hit her to give her a surprise attack from above and ended up punching the ground. You look up at notice that she has figured your movements and dodged the attack. You quickly get up and start throwing punching at her while she throws back every punch back with just as much force. She sends you a surprise attack by sending a large piece of rock from your blind spot, and you’re sent to the side of the grounds hitting the wall then fall down to the ground rolling onto your side then lay face down. You push yourself up and take a couple of deep breaths and can’t help but give Lin a smirk. It’s not every day you get to spar with a Beifong especially, the esteemed Chief of Police. You bend a mixture of earth and metal discs and start sending them at every possible direction towards the Chief. Right when she seems to divert each disc you sneak her with some earth that knocks her down. You walk over and stood over her offering your hand as you’re both breathing deeply. She looks up at you and does a round kick from the ground and kicks you off your feet while she spins and pushes herself off and stands. You hit the ground falling on your back and looks surprisingly up at her.

“never underestimate your opponent. I may be old but I’m not frail” She breathed out and offered her hand at you and you take her hand as she pulls you up.

“believe me, I never underestimate you chief, and you’re definitely not old.” You breathed out as you both walked to a water station and take a drink.

The chief can’t help but roll her eyes at your comment, but you can’t mistake the slight smile creeping on her lips before she corrects herself and started her feedback “you move as if you were in a pro-bending match. Your fighting style has adapted to a suited fast-paced. The way you have learned to keep mobile and only keep yourself root long enough to actually launch and direct the earth discs.” She remarked as she analyzed the whole assessment. You feel sort of satisfied with your performance but knew you could have done better.

“…but….you fight on the offense. Earthbending maintains a distinct balance between offensive and defensive capabilities. Earthbending uses a balance of strength and defense to overwhelm your opponents.” Lin remained cool and collected while you took the assessment in.

“I’ll improve Chief. I hope I can impress you during my time in the force. I’ll train non-stop” you look at her and can’t help but take in the image of you and Lin in close proximities and her in a white tank top admiring her physique.

“Don’t improve for me. Better yourself, kid” she took a swig of water and started walking grabbing her armor.

You followed her pace and grabbed your piece of armor as you turn to face her.

“uhh…you did good kid. Hit the showers” she muttered

You clicked your heels and gave her a salute before you turn and walk out heading to the showers. You hit yourself in the forehead ‘wtf was that, a click of the heels and a dumb salute, what are you an idiot?!’ you screamed in your head as you walked down the hall

You grab your bag from the locker and put the armor inside and head to a stall. You start to strip off your clothes and have them folded over on the bench. You step in the shower wall and turn on the water and feel the cool water hit your skin and slowly feel the water warm against your skin. You can’t help but let a sigh escape your lips as you plant your hands on the wall and relax under the warm water. You start to wash your hair and body when you hear another stall’s shower head turns on. Your ears perk up at the sudden movement and wonder who else is with you. You quickly rinse your hair off and peak thru the curtain to find the chief herself across the shower hall. You figured she would have her own shower being chief and all but didn’t want to question it anymore. From the space in the curtain you can’t help but see the curves on Lin’s body, seeing the water fall on her skin. Yet, again the body that this woman has is incredible no way this woman is 50! You can’t help but bite your lower lip, you slightly slip on some soap but try not to get caught that you try to keep quiet and finish showering, you dry yourself and wrap a towel around your body and head to the bench to put on your undergarments and wrap up your breasts. You pull up your pants and get a clean black tank from your bag when you hear the shower head turn off from Lin’s direction and you try your best not to look at her direction. You forget the fact that your back is exposed, and the other burn mark is showing, and you quickly pull your tank on, you stand up and tuck it into your pants turning over and look up at see Lin. The white towel hugging onto her bare body, seeing her hip to waist ratio and your eyes just glance down at that natural curve. Look away before you start looking like a creep, idiot. You tell yourself as you look away and sit backdown and metal bend your shoes back on.

“Chief” you spoke cutting the silence

‘y/n” she spoke back as she dressed from her side of the room.

You turn around and give her the privacy to change while you absentmindedly put your arms behind your back in an attention stance. “Sorry, Chief. I was just wondering what my assignment would be.” You spoke out

“You’ll be shadowing officer Song, get a feel out in the field. You’re only shadowing you hear me. If I hear that you’re performing arrests or acting out of line. Consider your career over before it starts.”

You gulp and give her a short nod “understood, Chief”

“well get on to it”

You grab your stuff and quickly head back to the lockers and put up your stuff and metal bend your amor back on before reporting yourself to officer Song as they pack up a squad car. Getting in the back of the car looking at him in the passenger seat as you start driving through Republic City.

“So you’re the new cadet. Well let’s get going we got a report of some girl and large polar bear dog wreaking havoc in the city”

Always something new in Republic City.

[kookadoodle]

Boy Next Door

PLOT: Living next to the Jeons has never caused you trouble, until a certain boy with curly locks moves in

PAIRING: Jungkook x reader GENRE: fluff, suggestive smut, angst, Neighbor!AU WARNINGS: a few bad words, sexual tension and stuff WORDCOUNT: 9k A/N: this is basically my life without any of the facts but all of the feelings T.T

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Living in suburbia has never bothered you much. All through childhood, you have been used to being close with neighbors and making friends across the street with the other kids around. Running in and out of houses, playing in each other’s yards on the best swing set or trampoline and sharing the joys of childhood together has made you comfortable with socializing along with securing you friendships for a lifetime. You have always been an only child but have never felt as one. It has its perks, indeed. It has never even bothered you that the house next door is so close that you could basically just trim the hedge between and share one big garden with them. Mr. and Mrs. Jeon probably would not even mind it as they always end up chatting with your parents by the hedge anyways, inviting you all over for a cup of coffee or homemade lemonade. They are the nicest couple on the street, and they have always made sure to have cookies or cakes for you, whenever you would visit them. They do not have any children but living so closely has made it almost inevitable not to visit them sometimes. It has made you comfortable with them, and you have never been bothered by the fact that they have a perfect view right into your room. Considering you can mostly be seen from their guestroom, it has never made you feel uncomfortable since there has rarely ever been anyone staying in there. Other than that, your yard is pretty closed in, shielding you from the eyes of your peers after you and your neighborhood friends have all hit puberty and self-awareness. It is nice to have that kind of privacy at home compared to everywhere else. However, all good things must end, and the privacy you treasure is compromised one day when Mr. Jeon’s troubled nephew moves in.

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That you are unprepared is an understatement. You are going about your day as you always do and coming home to your house feels no different than it has before. You are just returning from a sleepover at a friend’s house and dropping all your stuff on your bedroom floor before opening your window to let in some fresh air. The sound of it catches someone’s attention, yet you are unaware of that. It is not until you are taking off your shirt and are left in only your bra that you look across your backyard and meet eyes with a brown-haired boy next door. He notices that you have caught him staring, so with a faded blush he looks away and makes himself busy. You use your shirt as a shield, while you move over to your closet and grab a fresh one. Watching his window closely, you put on the new one as you are sure that he is no longer looking. Who on earth is that? you think to yourself. You have not seen him there before, so he is definitely new. You figure he must be a guest of Mr. and Mrs. Jeon since he is staying in their guestroom, but it worries you. As demonstrated, it means that he has a perfect view of your room. However, it is a two-way thing, and instead, you find yourself watching him as your curiosity overtakes you. Between the two of you right now, the creep would be you. At least, he has the decency to look away, while your eyes are glued to the window. He is around the same age as you, and it makes you wonder. Normally, whenever they have guests over, they are typically older than him. Since the Jeons do not have children, you find it a bit weird for them to have a young man in their home. He suddenly peeks over at you to see if you are still there, and it surprises you enough to make you drop to the floor, trying to avoid him. You then scold yourself, knowing he most definitely saw that. Why am I like this? you question. After spending a good few minutes on your floor totally embarrassed, you finally get the courage to check on him. Unexpectedly, you find his room empty, and you get up on your feet. Please, let his stay be brief, you pray, hoping for no more surprises or awkward encounters.

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“He what!?” you suddenly burst out, taking your parents by surprise at the dinner table. “He is Hyunwoo’s nephew, Jungkook, and he just moved in with them,” your mom repeats with slight amusement from your reaction. You cannot believe it. “I thought he was just a guest,” you say, and the news makes you forget the food on your plate. “No, no, he has moved in permanently. Apparently, he is too troubling for his mother, so they decided that he should move here for a while,” she explains, while cutting her vegetables. Permanently - the word that circles in your head. The brown-haired lurker is not merely a guest, but officially your new neighbor. Just your luck. “In what way is he troubling?” you ask, finding yourself starting to worry. Please, don’t say he’s a creep, you pray internally. Not that your prayers ever work. “I didn’t ask, but I have a feeling that he isn’t really the serious type. Maybe he parties too much and studies too little,” your mom starts. “It would make sense since they do care a lot about grades, where they come from. Maybe they pressure him too much,” she adds before taking a bite. “Mom, you can’t say that, it’s prejudicial,” you argue, finding her to be too blunt with her words. You know that she cares about the neighbors and does not mean it badly, but sometimes she speaks before she thinks. Luckily, it is mostly inside the house. “You know, I don’t mean it like that, but it is not entirely untrue,” she says back. It makes your dad chuckle. “Honey, we know, what you mean,” he says kindly. “But caring for your children to do well in school is not really a race thing, it’s very universal,” he explains, reminding her to see the bigger picture. You nod at that, finding it agreeable. You look up to both of them in different ways, but you definitely got your wits from your father. Unfortunately, for both you and your new neighbor, you got your clumsiness from your mom.

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A week goes by without too much of a fuss. You barely notice Jungkook next door, since he is rarely home, and it dims your worries. You try not to spend time thinking about it, but in a boring neighborhood like this one, where nothing new ever happens, it is hard not to get curious. You have seen him a couple of times, and you have already gotten a feeling of what kind of trouble he is. Yesterday you saw him smoking out of his window, despite having been told not to by his uncle. He spends most of his time out, but when he is home, he usually either lies around on his phone or plays video games. There are stacks of soda cans by his TV, and an empty pizza box on his desk. He is a mess, really, and his looks suit him. His hair is a bit long and curly, and he always wears oversized shirts and sweats. But despite it all, (and you hate yourself for admitting it) you find him damn attractive. Scolding yourself in your head might be a way of putting it off, but it all comes back to that. He is hot, you cannot lie. But you will not let yourself give in to that and be the girl with a crush on the boy next door. Not when he is clearly not the good type. You shake your head as you realize that you are thinking about him again. Just go to sleep, you tell yourself. It is late, and you rarely function with only a few hours. You have cracked your window, letting a light breeze in with the summer warmth, yet you slightly regret it, when you hear voices outside. Hushed voices that make you unable to sleep without knowing what is going on. You get up from your bed and peek out through the blinds. On their side of the hedge, you see Jungkook heading towards his window with a girl at his heels. Having left his window ajar, he can open it up enough for him to climb inside. He then turns to help her jump up and pulls her in with him. You hear her giggling, and him telling her to keep it down with a flirtatious smirk on his face. An expression far from the shy one you first encountered. You see him close the window almost entirely before turning to her. Pulling her in by her waist, pressing her against himself, he kisses her, and she kisses him back. The sight is icky to you. The tension grows between them, and when the girl moves her hands under his shirt to undress him, you decide to step back and look away. It would be really weird to watch, and you honestly do not want to. Just knowing alone makes you feel quite nauseous. You know what is about to happen, so you close your own window, hoping to block out what is next. For a second time, the sound captures Jungkook’s attention and makes him look over at you, but he cannot see you this time. He only has a feeling that he might have woken you up.

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The next day, you are home alone and decide to clean your room. To make it bearable, you put on some music and turn the volume up high, since your parents are not home to scold you for it. The music blasts through your speakers and your open window, reaching all the way into Jungkook’s room, who is trying to sleep off his late night. Following the make-out session and who-knows-what yesterday, the girl climbed back out the window and did the walk of shame home. Jungkook then finally went to sleep despite it being almost morning, and now, at noon, he is woken up way too soon by a sound much too loud for his current liking. He sits up and looks out his window to figure out where the music is coming from, and quickly, he discovers, it is you. You do not notice him as you are busy changing the sheets of your bed. You have not thought about it bothering him, so you are entirely in your own world, dancing around to your favorite tunes. Suddenly, someone rings the doorbell. You turn down the volume a bit before making your way to the front door. Opening it up, you are surprised to see him. Jungkook. “Oh, hi,” you say friendly and slightly out of breath, yet his expression stops you from smiling. “Hi, do you mind turning down your music?” Jungkook asks determinedly, barely getting his greeting out. His eyes are puffed, and his hair is messy. From his appearance and his slight impatience, you figure that you must have woken him up from his late snoozing. “Yeah, I will. Sorry about that,” you say apologetically as it was not in your intention to bother him. You give him a short smile, and it reminds him to do the same. “Thanks,” he says forgivingly before walking away. You close the door and head back to your room, adjusting the volume a bit. You notice him coming back into his room with his window cracked, sitting down on his bed. “Hey!” you say to him, making him look over at you. “Is this okay?” you ask, referring to the music. He listens for a second, and then he gives you a thumbs up. You close the window back in, and he lies down to try and sleep a bit more. Despite finding it inconvenient for him, it could just as easily have been the other way around, so no hard feelings arise.  

Later that day, when you are sitting by your desk and laptop, you notice that Jungkook is finally up. As he is sitting on his bed, scrolling through his phone, the door to his room is opened, and Mrs. Jeon comes in. Jungkook does not seem thrilled about hearing whatever she has to say. You can tell from the frown on his face. She sits down beside him on the bed, but he gets up, seeming frustrated. After exclaiming something, he leaves the room and then you hear their front door open and close behind him. Curious as you are, you rush to the kitchen to see him put in his earphones and walk off with a serious look on his face. You wonder what she said to him that triggered such a bad reaction. Knowing Mrs. Jeon as you do, you find it hard to imagine her being provocative or hurtful. It must be something that Jungkook does not want to talk about, but there are a million things it could be and no way of knowing which it is.  

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Since your parents are taking a trip out of town, you decide to invite your best friends over for a sleepover one day. Today works for all of you, so you are setting everything up as you wait for them to get here. The music is on, the bonfire is prepared and the pizzas are ordered. You sit down with your matches to light the fire, but one match dies after the other without starting anything. It makes you sigh defeatedly, and you consider giving up. “How’s it going?” you suddenly hear him say. Looking to your left, you see Jungkook watching you from his window with an amused smile. You wonder how much of your struggle, he got to see. “Badly. For some reason, I can’t light it properly,” you confess, fighting the reddening of your cheeks. “Want help?” he asks, and you raise your brows a bit. “Yeah, sure,” you say somewhat relieved. “Give me a sec,” Jungkook then says and closes his window. He makes his way through his house and over to you, stepping out on your terrace, where you are sitting. You notice that he looks a bit neater today, wearing a button up and hair less messy. You wonder if he is going somewhere since he is dressed like this, but either way, he looks quite handsome. He squats down beside you, and you hand him the matches. Working his magic, it does not take long before a small fire is lit and growing beneath the wooden logs. “How are you so good at that?” you say amazed at his ability. It makes him smile humbly. “I know a few things,” he says without being too cocky. You find it interesting. “Well, thank you so much,” you say, and he nods in return. “Are you hosting something?” he asks, looking at you. The warm hue that the fire starts to emit kisses his skin beautifully. He looks so soft all of a sudden, making you forget his usual bad boy character. “Just a girls’ night, I guess,” you say, hoping it does not sound too silly. “Cool,” he says casually. “You’re welcome to join, if you want,” you suggest, yet the second it leaves you, you realize how it sounds. “Your girls’ night?” he asks with a smile of amusement. “Well,” you laugh a bit nervously, and Jungkook can tell, but he merely finds your offer sweet. “As tempting as it sounds, I actually have somewhere to be, so I have to take a raincheck on that one,” Jungkook answers with a grin. “That’s okay, thanks again though,” you say as he gets up. “You’re welcome,” he replies and starts walking back. Suddenly, he turns around again, making your eyes return to him. “I’m Jungkook by the way,” he adds, even though you already know. “I’m Y/N,” you say back from your place by the fire as you are poking at it with a stick. “Y/N,” he repeats with a slow nod as if to show you, he heard it. “Nice to meet you, Y/N… officially anyway,” Jungkook softly smiles, and you think, you might melt like one of the marshmallows for later. “You too,” you smile back before he leaves. Looking at the growing flames before you, you wonder if you will soon be calling him a friend.

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The night goes by pretty quickly, when sitting around a fire, roasting marshmallows and drinking wine. The three of you girls tell stories and talk about everything on your minds, including one mystery boy that has caught your attention. “Is that his room right there?” Jenn asks, pointing to his window less than six feet away from where you are sitting. “Yes, it’s a bit weird,” you say as you cuddle into your blanket. The embers might emit warmth, but the late wind is chiller now. “He can see everything I do in my room,” you add, finding it almost too intimate a thought. “That means you can see him too, right?” Sarah points out as she wiggles her brows, making you all laugh. “Well, since he had that girl over, I haven’t seen anything weird. He is basically just sleeping or watching TV,” you explain, trying to make the whole thing less dramatic. Ever since you shared the gossip with them, they have been waiting to hear more, yet hearing yourself talk about Jungkook makes you feel like a stalker. “I think it’s only fair that you get to see some skin since he saw you in your bra that first day,” Sarah says, and Jenn immediately agrees. “When he gets home, I’ll tell him to take his shirt off for you,” Jenn says, and Sarah gives her a high-five in approval. You eat your freshly melted marshmallow instead of commenting on it, not really knowing what to think. You would be embarrassed if she actually asked him to, but a part of you wants to see his reaction. A part of you wonders if he would do it for you if you asked. You internally scold yourself for your creeper-thoughts. The three of you suddenly go silent as you hear a car approaching, listening in on who it might be. The car door is opened and closed, and just as you hear his voice say goodbye, your eyes widen. “It’s him,” you say hushed, and the girls smile as they listen closer. The car drives off, and you hear him step towards his house. The idea of him near makes the three of you giggle like schoolgirls, and you hope that he does not hear you. He enters his room and turns on the light, making himself very visible to you without noticing it, since it is dark out. Jenn and Sarah both drop their jaws, seeing him. He truly is a sight for sore eyes. His window is closed, so he cannot hear the way that Jenn whisper-shouts at him to do a show like she is a girl at a male strip club. Jungkook runs a hand through his hair and sighs with closed eyes as if to shed the day off of him and finally relax, totally oblivious to the three girls watching him from the sidelines. You fear that he might look out and find that he is being watched by you again, so you start collecting your stuff. “We should go inside…,” you start, but Jenn interrupts you. “Look now! Omg!” she says with a wide grin, making you return your gaze to him. You see him pulling off his shirt above his head and throwing it onto the bed, revealing his bare chest and toned arms. His wavy hair falls down over his forehead as he runs a hand over his slim waist, closing his eyes again and turning his head to crack his neck. The satisfying release shows in his face as his expression softens, and you cannot help but find it mesmerizing in a way. You no longer notice the girls beside you, quietly wooing at him to keep going. You just watch him in awe, finding him absolutely breathtaking like a piece of sculpted art. At this moment you realize that you are totally fucked. Jeon Jungkook truly is troubling. “Okay, enough,” you laugh, forcing yourself out of your addictive trance. “We should give him his privacy,” you add to that, cleaning up around you. Rising from your seat causes the girls to do the same, though they want to stay put and watch the eye candy next door. “I can’t believe, you haven’t done him yet,” Sarah chuckles bluntly, and it makes you scoff. “He’s my neighbor, not a male escort,” you state back dumbfoundedly at her crass thought. With it, you whack her on the arm, making her laugh in pain. “Okay, okay,” she surrenders. You carry the stuff inside, and the girls go get their PJs from their bags in the hall. You close the bag of the leftover marshmallows and put it in the cabinet before cleaning the used tools in the sink. Realizing you left your blanket behind, you make your way out on the terrace once more to get it. Picking it up from your seat, you lift your eyes and see Jungkook as the light is still on in his room. The bonfire is out now, making your surroundings completely dark. He would have to look closely to notice you there, so you let yourself watch him for another moment alone, thinking pretty thoughts of him. He is picking at his lip, looking to be deep in thought. He then decides to turn his gaze to peek at the window to your room, stretching his neck a bit for a better view. He is looking for you, but when he sees that your lights are off, he retracts his gaze. Nodding to himself, he tables whatever he was considering in his head and walks over to turn off the light. You realize that once his lights are off, he will be able to see you, so in panic, you rush inside with your blanket and shut the door, hiding behind the curtains. You see his room go dark, and with relief, you put a hand over your beating heart to calm it down. He did not see you. You saw him, however, and the sight brings you warmth that the blanket in your arms could not.

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The next day, after the girls have gone home, you are cleaning up the house from their visit. While running a cloth over the kitchen counter, you notice that some of the neighbors seem to be out on the street, making you curious as to why. You go outside to check yourself, finding a black smoke rising into the sky just a few streets away. You see Mr. and Mrs. Jeon standing by their garage as they look at the smoke, talking to each other about the cause of it presumably. Behind them, their front door is opened by Jungkook. He zips up his hoodie and tugs his hands in the pockets as he walks out. “What’s going on?” you hear him ask his uncle, who then explains what he knows. Jungkook makes a mildly interested expression before pulling out his earphones to untangle them. As his hands are busy, his eyes wander around to eventually land on you, but he does not catch you looking at him. He only sees you watching the sky like everyone else. After what you did yesterday and almost getting caught, you are not taking any chances. To your surprise, though, you see him walking towards you anyways out of the corner of your eye. It makes you rethink yesterday, wondering if he did actually see you guys and is coming over to scold you for invading his privacy. You cross your arms, yet try to play it cool, acting as if you are unaware of him getting closer. “Should I not have left you alone with the fire last night?” Jungkook asks you as he comes to your side. You turn to meet his eyes in panic. Shit, you think to yourself. “I-- we--,” you stutter awkwardly, not knowing what to say. The expression on your face causes Jungkook to laugh. “Relax, I know you didn’t cause it, I was joking,” he says, and you realize that he is referring to the black smoke in the sky, not your stalker-moment. “Oh, that!” you laugh relieved. “Yeah, funny,” you add with a forced chuckle. Finding your reaction a little off, Jungkook tilts his head with a confused smile. “Are you okay?” he asks, making you freeze for a second. “Yeah, I’m fine. It got a little late last night, so I’m just tired, I guess,” you play it off, and Jungkook seems to buy it. After all, he does not know you that well yet. Having gotten his earphones untangled, he sticks one in his ear and unlocks his phone to prepare his music. “Nice to see you guys getting along,” Mr. Jeon suddenly says as he comes over and puts an arm around Jungkook’s shoulders. “Hi Y/N, how are you?” he asks kindly, looking at you. Jungkook seems a bit surprised at his uncle’s sudden presence, yet comfortable enough with his closeness. “I’m good, thank you,” you smile politely. “Your parents are out of town, right?” Mr. Jeon asks, and you nod at that. “We are actually visiting some friends of ours later, so maybe since the two of you kids are both alone, Jungkook could cook you guys dinner tonight?” Mr. Jeon suggests, causing Jungkook’s brows to shoot up in surprise. “I could what?” he asks as he turns to look at his uncle directly, who only meets him with a smile. “You told me that you didn’t have plans today, so unless Y/N has, it would be silly for the two of you to cook two meals, when it could be one,” Mr. Jeon elaborates with a pad on his nephew’s shoulder. “So, do you have any plans today?” Mr. Jeon asks you. You look at Jungkook to read his face, but he does not give much away. You do not know him that well yet either. “Uh, no, not really,” you say a bit hesitantly since you are unsure of what Jungkook is thinking. Mr. Jeon smiles wider at that. “Well, then it’s settled. It will be nice for the two of you to get to know each other a bit more, being new neighbors and all,” he then says, looking mostly at Jungkook, who gives him a brief nod. “Sure,” Jungkook answers with a soft sigh. “Good then,” Mr. Jeon says happily before stepping back to his wife, leaving the two of you in the slight awkwardness, he created. “Guess I’m going grocery shopping then,” Jungkook sighs again with a smile, showing his disbelief of his uncle’s intrusion. “You really don’t have to, if you don’t want to,” you tell him, offering to let him off the hook. Jungkook shakes his head. “No, it’s fine, really. He just surprised me, that’s all,” he says, scratching his head. “Okay, good,” you smile. Finally starting his music on his phone, he locks it and slides it into his pocket. “I’ll see you later then,” Jungkook says to you as he starts walking off, and you nod in return. The black smoke has turned white, meaning the fire is out, so you head back inside the house as well.

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For the first time, you are actually nervous to go to the Jeons’ house for dinner, since Jungkook is now the one cooking. You usually make no fuss of eating there but having to be alone with Jungkook causes you to try on several outfits and a crazy amount of deodorant that you hope will fade a bit. Texting Sarah and Jenn is also a bad move since their responses are to ‘put on a slutty outfit’ and ‘bring a whip, so he knows, who’s boss’. You are not sure when your friends got so crass, but it is not helping you at all. You end up choosing a normal outfit and treat the day as any other. The most normal thing is to just be normal, so you are going with that. You knock on the front door and wait for it to be answered. As the wait drags out a bit, you tap your foot against the steps, feeling your nerves coming alive under your skin. For a second, you consider coming up with an excuse and going back home, but before you get to think of one, Jungkook answers the door. Wet and in a towel. The first thing you see is his abs, and the sight steels your words away. “Hi,” he says calmly with a smile as he is drying his hair with a second towel, looking at you as if he is not half-naked right now. You tighten your posture in slight shock, doing your best to control your face. “Uh, hi,” you say and smile wider than you should. “I’m sorry, I made you wait, but I just got out of the shower,” he explains, stepping back to allow you inside. With his back turned as he leads you in with him, you cannot help but let your eyes wander down the soft curves of his toned back. How you are seeing him like this for a second time, you do not know, but you internally thank the gods for sending you this gift. Last night was one thing, but this you would call an upgrade. Up close and within reach. However, you control yourself despite your mind wondering how it would feel to run your palm over his skin. Jungkook suddenly turns around to face you, and your eyes shoot up to meet his, hoping that he did not just catch you getting lost in the view of him. “I was just about to start dinner, would you mind helping out?” he asks, seeming unaware of your acts. You nod at his request, accepting any offer to distract your mind. He leads you to the kitchen counter. “If you could start by cutting these,” Jungkook says as he places some green onions on the cutting board. Taking a knife, he aligns them and cuts through, showing you how he wants them done. “Just like this,” he says. As he is working, your gaze slips down to watch his arms flex with the movement. Being so close to him, you can almost feel his warm skin from here. “Wanna try?” he suddenly asks, and you lift your eyes to meet him. He holds out the knife for you, and you take it from him. Jungkook steps back, allowing you to take his place, and you take over for him. “While you do that, I’ll go and put on some clothes,” he says, and you hear him leave. You frown lightly at that but determine that it is for the best. It would be pretty hard to focus on anything else if he walks around in nothing but a towel around his waist. Soon after, he comes back in a white t-shirt and shorts, covering his yet slightly damp skin. Jungkook turns on the heat beneath the pot on the stove and adds the water. While waiting for it to boil, he grabs the bottom of his white t-shirt and fans himself with it a few times to cool down. “So, was girls’ night successful?” he then asks, wanting to start a conversation with you. He says it so casually that you know, he is still oblivious, which is good. “Yeah, it was great. We talked, drank wine and roasted marshmallows,” you say. “It was pretty cozy,” you add. “Did I miss out on anything?” he then asks, giving you a look. It suddenly makes you question again what he knows. “No, not really. Nothing eventful happened,” you reply, avoiding his eyes. Jungkook nods in return. As the water boils, he adds the ramen. “What about your night? Was it successful?” you ask, wanting to move the focus onto him. It causes him to bite at his lip in thought. “Uh, well,” he starts, seeming hesitant to answer. “Could have gone better,” he says with a sigh followed by a friendly smile at you. “Sorry about that,” you say apologetically. He shakes his head. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” he answers. Finishing up the cutting, you put down the knife and show it to him. “Perfect,” he says and asks for them. You hand him the cutting board with all the vegetables, and he slides them into the pot along with the seasoning. “Have you tried Korean ramen before?” he asks you when you peek down into the pot. “I’ve had instant noodles, but never like this,” you say. Standing so close allows you to smell it, and you sigh with content. “It smells so good,” you tell him with excitement, and it makes him grin. “I’m not the greatest cook, but I make good ramen, promise you that,” Jungkook states confidently. Seeing your positive response makes him feel less stressed. His worries about you not enjoying the food fades away. After setting the table, you sit down across from each other with the food between you. The steam rises up, and the scent of the dish makes your mouth water. Despite having been over for dinner at the Jeons’ before, they have always made sure to make food that you and your parents are used to. You have only tasted their Korean dishes a few times growing up, but ramen has not been one of them. Therefore, you cannot wait to give it a taste. Jungkook digs in first, and you follow his lead. Luckily, you know how to use chopsticks, so you do not feel entirely out of your comfort zone. “This is so good,” you say honestly when tasting it, and Jungkook immediately lights up with pride. He bows his head thankfully. “How did you learn to make this?” you ask before filling your mouth. “My mom has a very time-consuming job, so I’ve had to make myself dinner a lot,” he answers. You nod while you chew. “Ramen is pretty easy to make, so I’ve practiced it to perfection,” he states. You smile at his confidence, finding it endearing. “What about your dad? What does he do?” you ask. The question seems to change the look on his face. “I don’t know, really. He moved out years ago, and I don’t see him anymore,” Jungkook says bittersweetly. “That sucks,” you say back, and it makes him meet your eyes. Being so used to people feeling sorry for him, he likes the way you say it. You show that you understand but without pity. It makes him want to smile. “Yeah, it does,” he agrees with a soft chuckle. You keep on eating as he watches you, determining whether or not to share further. Wanting to test the waters, he decides to give it a shot. “Actually, I was meeting up with him yesterday, so that’s why I couldn’t hang out,” Jungkook explains, and you furrow your brows lightly, remembering his mood about it earlier. “He didn’t show up, though,” Jungkook adds. It makes you sigh with a frown that tells him you get what he is trying to say. “Well, then next time I offer you to join girls’ night, you say yes,” you tell him, making him smile. “Deal,” he grins, and the mood lightens.

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Weeks pass, and after having eaten dinner together, Jungkook and you have gotten much closer, and things are no longer as awkward between the two of you. From small chats by the mailboxes to late night walks around the neighborhood together, the two of you shape a friendship pretty quickly. You tell each other things that no one else knows, and Jungkook finally feels comfortable sharing more personal stuff with you, mainly about his parents and their terrible split. It is casual between the two of you but as natural as such a friendship can be. One day, when he is mowing the Jeons’ lawn, Jungkook offers your parents to mow yours as well. You bring him a soda, and you talk for a bit, finding out that you are both going to be at Katy’s party. The party that arrives soon after. Katy lives on the street as well and has been a close friend of yours growing up. You choose a black outfit for the night and do your hair and makeup before heading to her place. Your parents are both working night shifts, so they will not be home until tomorrow morning, meaning you can get plastered drunk and come home without being scolded for it. The party is already quite wild when you arrive, yet the first thing you do is look for him. You chose to come a bit late on purpose, hoping to find him waiting for you. However, you find a sight that is quite disappointing instead. Jungkook is sitting outside on a lawn chair, drinking a beer and smiling at a girl in a short dress. She is laughing at something he says, and it seems to amuse him. It confuses you, but you convince yourself that you have misread him. He wants to be friendly neighbors with you, nothing more. Returning inside, you shake it off and turn to your friends instead. You dance, listen to music and drink everything you can get your hands on. It does not take long before you reach your capacity and find yourself on wobbling legs with an arm around Katy’s shoulders. Katy is drunk too, which means that she is not any help in terms of balance, and you soon lose your grip and fall on your butt. You huff and wipe your hair out of your face when you feel a pair of strong arms lifting you back up on your feet. He turns you around to face him, looking at you with worry. “Are you okay?” Jungkook asks over the music and pulls your hair behind your ear with one hand as the other keeps you balanced. “Hi,” you say softly, smiling at him with stars in your eyes. Having him look back at you makes you forget the girl he was with. You just feel really happy that he is here. “Let me take you home, okay?” he says more as an order than a question. He holds you against him with an arm around your waist, leading you out of the house and onto the street. It is only a few houses down from yours, but the music fades pretty quickly, making it more convenient to talk. “Thank you for saving me,” you say, placing your head against him as you are walking, which makes it harder to do. “You’re welcome,” Jungkook chuckles while trying to keep you walking straight. He gets you inside the empty house and sits you down on your bed. “You shouldn’t drink so much,” he says yet finds it utterly amusing to watch. He kneels down before you and removes your shoes. “You should drink more,” you say back to be funny. As he tries to get you to lay down, you suddenly shoot up. “Wait! I have to remove my makeup,” you exclaim and grab your products from the drawer of your desk, where you keep them. You grab a cotton pad and douse it in makeup remover before dragging it across your face. Jungkook watches you struggle with it, smearing your makeup out instead of cleaning it off. “Come here,” he then says and leads you back to sit on the bed again. He sits down beside you and takes the pad from your hand. He has never done this before, but it seems pretty straight forward. “Close your eyes,” he says softly, and you do as you are told. Gripping the cotton pad properly, he starts to gently wipe your face with it, removing the black patches you have caused by doing it yourself. Your breathing relaxes in his hands, feeling him comforting you. Jungkook is so focused on the task that his breathing starts to match yours. “There you go,” he says quietly as he is finished. You open your eyes again and smile at him, causing him to smile back. “Now, lie down,” he says, and you do that too. He leaves the room for a second but returns with a bottle of water and some pills for the morning. Placing it on your desk within reach, he sighs as there is nothing else to do. “Get some sleep, Y/N,” he says and steps back. “Jungkook, wait!” you say, sitting up and grabbing at his shirt. He looks back at you with raised brows from the surprise, when he is halted in his step. You pull him towards you, and he ends up at the edge of your bed with your hands on him. He squats down before you to get a better look at your face, while your hands move up to find place around his neck. Oddly enough, he is comfortable with that. “Thank you for taking care of me,” you say, and he nods. “It’s okay,” he says. Jungkook is unsure of what you are doing, but he decides to go along with it. He has nowhere else, he needs to be. Suddenly, you sigh with a frown, and he waits for you to say why. “How are you so hot?” you ask out loud in frustration. Jungkook does not pick up on it at first. “Well, it’s pretty warm out, it’s summer,” he answers with a chuckle, finding the question odd but figuring that you are referring to the touch of his skin. “No, that’s not what I mean…,” you pout as he misunderstands. “I mean sexy, how are you so sexy, Jungkook?” you ask with your hands gently rubbing at his neck, and he is taken aback by the act, almost losing balance. It causes a blush to dust across his face and make him red. “You- you think, I’m sexy?” he manages to get out. The thought alone makes him smile, yet it goes unnoticed by you. “Of course, I do. And you’re sweet, too. And funny. And you cook amazing ramen,” you go on as your drunken state leaves you no filtering. Jungkook starts to laugh with his eyes crinkling. You remove your hands from him and pull back, finding it rude. “Don’t laugh, it’s not funny,” you pout further, scooting back on the bed to sit against the headboard. “I’m not, you’re right. I think it’s really sweet,” Jungkook smiles and moves to sit on the bed to face you. “Do you like me?” you ask, meeting his eyes. “I do,” he says. “Would you kiss me?” you ask again. This time, he takes a second to think. “Let me tell you this,” he says and sits closer to you. So close that you feel the mattress dip beneath you and shift the weight towards him. With his hand, he cups your face and makes you look at him. His thumb gently moves across your bottom lip as his eyes follow its movement, studying it up close. Picking back up his eyes, you are afraid to blink as you might miss it. You hold your breath, and suddenly, you feel sober beneath his gaze. “Tell me all of this again tomorrow,” Jungkook states. “and I’ll kiss you then,” he says with a soft smile at his lip. He then pulls back and gets up, allowing your breath to return to you. Standing up, he takes one last look at you before he goes. “Get some sleep, Y/N,” he says again, repeating himself from before. He then leaves you without words to speak and lips yet unkissed.

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Your hangover is not too bad. You expected worse, but the pills work pretty fast and all you feel is slight discomfort. It might have something to do with your distracted mind. All you can think about is last night, the things he did, the words he said. You cannot believe that you confessed to him in such a cheesy way, but then just as the embarrassment tries to kick in, you hear him making his promise to you. Jungkook promised to kiss you. You sit up in your bed and look over at his room through your window to see if he is there. He is not. He is gone, and his bed looks untouched. Weird, you think to yourself. He usually sleeps in, especially after a late night. It seems off. Getting up and out of bed, you decide to go and bring the mail in. That way, you can maybe see him in their kitchen. To your disappointment, he is not there either. You consider going over and asking for him, but you do not want to seem too clingy, so you decide not to. You bring the mail in and try to put the thought of him aside for now. Hours later, his room is still empty, and you have no clue of where he is. Most of all, it worries you. You cannot help but think if he maybe went back to the party last night to the girl in the short dress. You start questioning his promise, thinking it might just have been a delay. His way of rejecting you, hoping you would not remember the next morning. But you do remember, and the thought of him having been insincere with you provokes your hangover forth. You feel sick and choose to try sleeping it off.

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“Don’t you know how worried we’ve been!?” you hear someone exclaim, waking you up. You check the clock on your desk. It is 3.15pm. You look towards Jungkook’s room as the yelling is coming from there. You see him, sitting on his bed with his head bowed as Mr. and Mrs. Jeon stand beside him, Mrs. Jeon with her arms crossed. “You can’t just stay out all night and not let us know!” Mrs. Jeon says. “Your uncle has been worried sick! We both have!” she adds to that. It makes you sit up, looking over at them, and your heart drops. In a way, you are happy to see him safe, but you also feel bad that he is getting yelled at. But knowing he has not been home at all, does not put your worries to rest. Where could he have been? you think. After a few minutes, the Jeons exit Jungkook’s room, shutting the door behind them and leaving him be. He runs both hands through his hair in frustration, looking at the floor. You are not sure what you should do. You want to go to him, but what if you are the last person, he wants to see right now? You cannot know for sure. As if he reads your mind, you meet eyes with him when he lifts his head, looking straight at you through the window and across the yard. You sit still, looking at him and waiting for him to decide what he wants. Then, he gets up and walks towards the window. Standing in front of it and looking at you, his shoulders slump. With a sigh, he reaches out and pulls down his blinds, shutting you out. It hurts. It hurts a lot.

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The next few weeks are hard to get through. His blinds are always down, making you unable to see him and check if he is okay. You hear nothing. You pass him once on the street, coming home from Jenn’s just as he leaves, but he says nothing. He looks at you, then looks away. Your parents tell you that he scared the Jeons by being out all night without telling them, and that he has been moody ever since. Other than that, you have no idea what is going on, and you definitely have no idea what you did wrong. But clearly, you did something, since he is avoiding you like this. You try to shake him off, focusing on getting ready for school to start again, but it is still a month away. It is merely an effort to keep yourself busy, but the effort fails. Sarah thinks you should get a rebound guy, but you and Jungkook were never even a thing. He is not an ex. He is just the troubled boy next door. You almost manage to convince yourself of that until one night, when things suddenly change. You lie in bed, trying to fall asleep when you hear tapping against your window. At first, you think it is the rain that causes the noise, but when it plays a little melody, you realize the sound is not random at all. Sitting up in bed, you see it is him, Jungkook. He is standing outside in the rain, waiting for you to open the window and hear him out. You get up and open the window, making him step back to make room. Once the window is opened up, he can stand beneath it like it is a glass canopy. Even with him standing outside, he is still tall enough to look you right in the eyes. “What are you doing? You scared me,” you scold him. His black t-shirt is drenched, and his wavy hair is dripping from the tips. “I’m sorry, but it couldn’t wait. I’ll just get cold feet,” Jungkook says apologetically. You cross your arms at that. “Your feet look pretty cold to me,” you say, gesturing to his bare feet in the wet grass. Looking down, it makes him laugh. “I see your point,” he says with a grin, meeting your eyes. “What do you want, Jungkook?” you ask, not feeling like small talking in the middle of the night. “I want to apologize,” he says. The way he starts biting at his lip suggests that he is nervous despite his cool façade. “Will you please let me?” he asks, adding it before you speak. With a sigh, you nod. “After the party, when I took you here, you asked me to kiss you, and I didn’t because you were drunk. I really wanted to, trust me, but I didn’t want to take advantage of you,” he starts explaining, and you roll your eyes. “I’m not mad at you for that,” you say, but he interrupts you. “No, but you see, that isn’t like me at all. Normally if girls ask me to kiss them, I do. If they wake up the next morning and regret it, that’s their problem, not mine,” he says. “But with you, I didn’t want to take that chance. I didn’t want to ruin things with you, so I decided to wait,” he adds. You look downwards with a frown, still not convinced. Jungkook keeps going, hoping to make you understand. “After leaving you, I realized what I was doing, and I got really spooked. Seeing my parents split up like they did, made me cynical about love, and feeling these things for you scared me,” Jungkook explains further, and you sense his sincerity. “But how does that explain being an asshole to me over the last few weeks?” you ask, still finding it unsolved. It makes him sigh deeply as he looks at your face. He sees the hurt in your eyes, and it hurts him too. “I’m sorry, okay?” he apologizes, and you hear the crack in his voice. Looking back up at him, you see that he is tearing up. “I needed time to think things through properly and seeing you would just make me want you more. I tried to not make it about what I want,” he says. He is trying to explain things without crying though it seems to be hard to control. You did not expect him to be this emotional, but it makes you adore him a whole lot more. “I really am sorry, Y/N,” he repeats. You cup his face in your hands and use your thumbs to wipe his cheeks from the leftover rain still coating them. It makes him tear up a bit more, and you smile. “Don’t cry, please,” you plead him, and he starts laughing. “I’m sorry,” he says again. “And stop apologizing now,” you add, making his eyes crinkle. You notice how cold his cheeks feel, and it makes you pull back a bit. “Jungkook, you’re cold. Please come inside,” you say with worry. He nods at that, and you step away to allow him room to climb in. Once he is inside, he closes the window behind him. He pushes his hair back to stop it from dripping on your floor. The act shows off his toned arms, and he notices you ogling at him. “Do you mind if I take off my shirt? It’s really wet,” Jungkook says, and you nod without words. Pulling off his t-shirt, he reveals his bare chest to you. He hangs it on your radiator to dry, and you watch him in adoration. Looking back at your reddened face, he smiles at the sight. Jungkook then steps over to you and pulls you towards him by your waist. You stand flush against him as he cups your face and looks into your eyes. “Ask me again,” he says. Having been taken by surprise, you are speechless. His thumb swipes across your bottom lip, and the words leave your mouth all by themselves. “Would you kiss me?” you ask with flushed cheeks, and finally, he does. 

[southside-secrets]

Play With Fire

(writer’s notes: it’s safe to say that Riverdale outsold last night. after the Choni scene i’m feeling oddly inspired so here’s a little one shot to make it even dirtier than it already was + a little alternate ending. Hope you enjoy!)

Rating: Explicit 

Toni’s POV

I don’t know whats more frustrating; the fact that she had the nerve to come in here wearing that red dress, sizing up the place like I wouldn’t know what she was up to. Or the fact that I am so incredibly turned on by her antics. We’re better than this I know we are, but here we are playing cloak and dagger with each other and for what? Pride? My train of thought comes to a halt as I hear the all too familiar click of boots across the floor. Better to let her think she’s getting away with something so I wait until shes crouched down on the floor unlocking the safe before I make my presence known. 

“Well what do we have here?” Busted. “Laying in wait for me? Colour me shocked.” That’s when I notice it. She’s wearing that damn catsuit again. “Oh please. Earlier tonight you were casing the place and you wanted me to know it.” Her reply comes quick in true Cheryl Blossom fashion without even batting an eye “So, what are you gonna do now? Cuff me?” All hopes of winning whatever argument we were in go out the window. My self control falters and my mind is flooded with thousands of dirty little fantasies inspired by those two small words. C’mon Topaz at least try to keep it up a little longer. 

I roll my eyes in exasperation and when they land back on the bratty redhead standing in front of me there I find it, my window of opportunity. Her tough girl facade crumbles for a split second and I make my way over to her. There’s a sharp intake of breath when I reach to unzip the front of the suit. Gotcha. Our lips barely graze and she waste no time in grabbing the lapels of my jacket to peel it off my body. It infuriates me to know this is what she had planned all along but who am I to deny the tension that’s been building between us for days now. 

She taste like a mixture of maple syrup and cherries, its intoxicating. I didn’t think she had it in her but I find myself being pushed against the nearest table. She wants to take control but the question is “Do I let her?” Layer by layer our clothes fall away. It’s in between the kisses that I realise I need her right now just as much as she needs me. Whatever had been sat upon the table previously is knocked to the floor in one quick sweep of Cheryl’s hand right before she grabs my thighs and lifts me on top. She’s desperate to have her way with me and I am drenched at the thought of that. She makes quick work of undoing the front of my jeans and...Fuck. This is without a doubt the hottest thing that’s ever happened. I look up at her as she moves her hair to one side leaning down to press chaste kisses down my stomach. I am ruined. But somehow i’m able to pull myself out of my drunken haze long enough to remind her that i’m still willing to fight back. 

I prop myself up on my elbows ever so slightly. “You couldn’t possibly think I would let you have me so easily Cherry.” She gazes down at me through long lashes and hooded eyes, her pupils blown from arousal. “Of course not T.T but I want you so badly. It’s all I crave. I just want to make you feel good baby.” Just like that I am lost to everything except for her. She drops down to her knees, grabbing my hips as she goes to pull me flush against her face. That’s when I feel it. The smug grin that spreads across her lips in between the kisses she’s trailing up my legs. Why couldn’t she just savour the moment like a normal person? I would have gladly let her take me like this, splayed out in Veronica’s speakeasy if she had done so a little more graciously. But I refuse to give her the satisfaction when she isn’t fighting fair. 

Enough of that. I place my hands on her shoulders and push her back far enough for me to slide off the surface. “I let you have your fun. Now it’s my turn.” I pull out a chair while she stands back up on her feet. “Sit down.” She’s surprised at first but immediately does what shes told. “You’ve put on quite the show for me Bombshell, let me return the favour.” Reaching for the closest thing I can find to serve my purpose, a ribbon hanging loosely around the microphone on stage. 

“Do you trust me Cher?”      

“Of course mon ange.”                               

“Close your eyes.”  I whisper as I tie the blindfold around her head. My dance starts off slow with me occasionally grinding my ass against her legs. But before she has a chance to get use to the rhythm I decide to switch things up and I press myself as hard as I can against her lap. The friction proves to be too much for her because she releases a breathy moan and her hands fly forward to my bottom. 

“Had enough yet?”  

“Oh my god yes.”  

I take one of her hands and slowly guide it to my centre. “Damn it Cheryl do you feel how wet you made me?” 

“Take off my blindfold Toni and i’ll be more than happy to do something about it.” 

I pull myself away from her and slip the ribbon from her eyes. We crash our lips together in a heated kiss and the room fills with the static of our need for one another. Somehow in the shuffle of sliding our bras off, removing underwear, and the kiss; we wind up on stage. Cheryl perched on top of me. I slip a hand down between us and my fingers glide through her slick heat. Cascades of auburn hair fall down her back as she tilts her head at the sensation. The sound leaving her lips drives me insane. I plunge two fingers inside her pumping them in and out quickly. She’s getting close. I can feel her walls tightening around me. She gathers herself long enough to lean down against my ear and an almost inaudible “I want us to cum together.” escapes ruby red lips. Slender pale fingers rub quick circles against my clit and i’m on the verge of seeing stars. I curl my fingers one last time. “Let go Cher.” With that she wraps her free hand around my shoulders and buries her face in my neck. I bite ever so lightly on her pulse point to stifle the scream daring to rip it’s way from my throat. 

It was there on stage at La Bonne Nuit that we fell apart and somehow fell back together.  

We stay there for awhile, arms draped around one another. 

“We need to leave Cherry.”            

“I suppose you’re right T.T.  Veronica won’t exactly be thrilled if she comes back in the morning to find us asleep naked in her nightclub.”                           

“I don’t think she’s gonna be thrilled about anything that happened here.”        

At this point we’ve managed to drag ourselves up making are way around the room to collect articles of clothing, getting dressed as we go.                       

“Let’s just not tell her.”          

“Ah ha! I knew you were jealous when you saw us up here singing.”       

“Obviously. You’ve barely spent any time with me lately and imagine my surprise when I figure out that it’s because you’ve been using The Poisons and work to avoid being in my house. You could have just told me you didn’t want to live with me anymore babe.” 

Am I that easy to read? Or is she more attentive than I give her credit for? 

“Yeah about that...” 

Before I can stammer out the words to try and explain she interrupts. 

“We can talk about it on the way home. I bought you a room at the Five Seasons for the week with the rent money you gave Nana Rose. That should give us enough time to figure out other living arrangements that don’t involve us fighting everyday or you sleeping in some ragtag tent on the southside.” 

[i-write-shakespeare-not-disney]

Fragile Hearts Ch.11- To Have Been Where We Have Been

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It felt like with a single blink, a month and a half had gone by. From spring break to graduation, it felt like the days had passed all too quickly.

Pidge stared at herself in the mirror, her fingers grazing over her new haircut. Accompanying Sam to get her hair dyed and styled a week ago resulted in a free haircut because her own had grown out so strangely, the hairdresser had quite literally begged her to let him fix it. Now it fell in a clean diagonal cut, voluminous by the natural waves of her hair.

Samantha and Ana had helped with her makeup. The dress she wore showed some of her old battle scars, but her graduation gown would cover those for a decent amount of time.

“Nervous?” Pidge looked from her reflection to the reflection of her friend in the mirror.

“A little,” she admitted softly. “But… I also want to get it over with.”

Sam stood next to her and wrapped an arm around her. “Well, your guys are ransacking our pantry waiting for you, so you might wanna head out there so they can see you.” Pidge laughed and shook her head. “Come on. Before I get all emotional when we haven’t even said our goodbyes yet.”

Pidge nodded and started for the door, self-conscious with the clack of her heels. She was so unused to them, they were already hurting her feet.

Sure enough when she walked out into her living room, she could hear Lance, Hunk, and Matt moving around the kitchen and the crunch of chips and the crinkling of wrappers along with their voices talking over each other.

She stood in the entrance to watch as they argued over some game until Hunk’s eyes fell on her and immediately made her blush a thousand shades of crimson. When his words stopped short, Matt and Lance looked over too.

“Pidge! You look amazing!” Lance said. He walked over to her and took her hand to twirl her around as Leon barked and pawed at her legs. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a dress.”

Matt came up to her and tucked her hair behind her ear. “Oh, Katie.” He hugged her so tightly, she felt the air leave her lungs. “Mom and Dad would’ve been so proud,” he whispered. Pidge felt a knot build in her throat. He kissed her cheek before he let go of her.

Then Hunk went up to her. She looked up at him and felt her heart hammer against her chest with the gentle way he looked at her. His eyes full of undeniable love as he touched her cheek gently. “Exquisite,” he whispered with a smile. He leaned in to kiss her chastely on her lips. He never liked to do more than that in front of Matt.

“Okay, we gotta get going, Katie. It’s gonna be a crowded mess trying to get everyone together,” Samantha said as she hooked another earring into her earlobe. “Wanna ride with me?”

“Yeah, we can meet you there after the ceremony is done. Then we get to stuff our faces with food!” Lance said. He shook her by the shoulders. “Ready to be an official graduate?”

“God yes,” she said with an exhausted sigh.

The three of them hugged her and Sam before they left the house. Sam had a pre-grad and post-grad playlist. They sang along to it and stuck with each other up until they were sitting in lined up chairs. Pidge balanced her feet on her heels, trying to calm all the nervous energy she had pent up in her body. Her graduation gown was a little rough, but she was relieved wearing it.

All that time, and she was finally sitting there, her degree within reach. She wasn’t sure what all she would do with it in Vegas yet. After so much time in war and dealing with therapy and then stressing over classes, she just wanted to breathe. She wanted to be normal for a while, with a normal job where she could just relax for a bit. But for now, she wanted to walk across that stage, get her degree, and enjoy being with the people she loved and cherished.

She might have dozed off in the ceremony if it hadn’t been for how anxious she was about walking across the stage with her heels. The closer they got to saying her name, the more restless she became.

“Katharina Holt.”

She heard an immediate response to her name. Cheers that three people alone should not have been able to make, and yet they managed it. When Pidge looked over at the sound as she walked to get her degree, she noticed a giant banner with her name and a familiar icon- the very one she’d programmed into her computer when she was fifteen. And of course, Lance had a megaphone. And Matt had noise makers. And Hunk had the lungs of a fucking opera singer.

Pidge couldn’t help but laugh and blush the entire way back to her seat.

Once all the names were called, all the families had cheered, the tassels were moved, and a final announcement was made for the graduates of 2019, a final deafening cheer gave way to the chatter of families and the clicks of cameras. Samantha, Ana, and even Sophie found her and huddled with her for selfies.

Once Matt, Hunk, and Lance found her, they also started taking photos. She got one with each of them, and a few selfies.

Then they heard someone ask, “Would you guys want one as a group?”

Pidge looked over and almost immediately recognized the Garrison uniform and the one-eyed man smiling. “I-Iverson?” He smiled wider, and his eyes nearly shut with how the corners wrinkled. “What are you doing here?” she asked through surprised laughter as she accepted his hug.

“I’m 26 and I have this internal instinct to stand at attention right now,” Lance muttered with a groan.

Iverson laughed at him and once he greeted the rest of his former students, he gave them a smile. “We get notified when a former Garrison student graduates from elsewhere. We also gave you a scholarship, so we kept track by default. But when I saw your name on the list of this year’s graduates, I had to come.” He looked past them for a second before putting a hand on Lance’s shoulder, laughing when Lance immediately tensed. “And maybe this can help you feel a little more at ease, cadet.”

“What do you-?”

“Miss Katharina Holt?”

Pidge turned and screamed, “Oh my God!” so loudly that the groups taking pictures all around them were startled.

“No fucking way…,” Lance breathed out.

Hunk was covering his face, having been speechless the entire time.

“Shiro?” Matt said softly.

Sure enough, it was Shiro. In a Garrison uniform, with his tuft of white hair and well kept stubble framing his face, pale scar still visible across his nose, and holding a large bouquet of flowers in his arms. “In the flesh. Mostly, of course,” he answered. Pidge leaned against Matt for support and Lance sat himself on the floor to handle the shock. Hunk was the first to move, engulfing Shiro in a hug. “Hey, Hunk. It’s good to see you,” Shiro said with a gentle smile.

“Oh my God, it’s Shiro. Oh my God. Oh my God, it’s fucking Shiro.” Lance seemed to have short-circuited, repeating the same over and over.

Pidge could feel herself shaking, even as she took the bouquet and hugged him tightly. “How did you even get here?” she asked, her voice unable to go above a whisper all of a sudden.

She pulled back, reaching out to touch his face and his hair as if to be sure he was real. Shiro chuckled and let her as he explained. “Well, Iverson told me you were graduating, so I came back to the Garrison for a while. I wasn’t sure if we should approach you, but when we saw these guys here with you, we figured… why not? I hope that was okay?”

“Yes! Yes, absolutely!” Shiro smiled wider and switched to greet Matt. Pidge moved closer to Hunk who was wiping at his eyes and sniffing. “Thank you so much for coming. That means so much to me,” she told Iverson.

Iverson looked at her, his gaze full of mirth. “Katie, you snuck into my office and returned with fake documents as a boy and became a paladin who saved the world. This is honestly the least I could ever possibly do.” Pidge laughed and felt herself blush. She felt Hunk’s hand slide into hers as Shiro knelt down to coax Lance off the ground where he seemed to be shaking. “And I don’t know if it’s something you might want, but you should know that if you ever need it, a job will always be available for you with the Garrison.” He smiled, and Pidge thanked him again.

“We should get someplace without so many spectators,” Pidge suggested when she saw that people kept glancing over at the uniformed men and the person sitting on the grass in a suit. “Love, you should help Shiro get Lance up.”

Hunk nodded and moved to heft Lance up. He was unsteady in his steps, but he leaned against Hunk for support. “Well, I think a celebration is now doubly called for,” Hunk said, absentmindedly soothing Lance. “We’re heading to Pidge’s to finish packing up for the move before partying. You’re coming right?” he asked Shiro.

“If you don’t mind extra people there,” Shiro said with a smile.

“Of course I don’t mind! This is insane!” Pidge hooked her arm into her brother’s. “This is a better surprise than I ever could have dreamt up, Shiro. I wouldn’t want you to go so quickly.”

Shiro looked at Iverson. “What do you say? Lay down some higher duties for a fun night of catching up?” Iverson laughed and agreed. “We’ll meet you there, just give me the address.”

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It was easier to finish packing with two extra hands. Pidge hardly had to do much more than tell them which boxes to get and where to arrange them in the U-haul. They were done just in time for her roomates who returned from celebratory dinners.

They were dumbstruck at the sight of Shiro in uniform, and Pidge couldn’t help but laugh to herself. Of course, Sam knew who he was right away.

“Oh wow, it’s an honor to meet you,” she said, wide-eyed as she incessantly shook his hand. “My brother loves you so much-”

“W-what?” Shiro asked with a nervous laugh.

“You haven’t heard of Lance’s best-selling series? It’s all the hype in the YA genre,” Matt said, nudging Lance playfully.  

“I had to pull a lot of strings to get the Garrison to turn a blind eye to that,” Iverson said with a huff. “But I’m proud to see how far along you’ve come too. All of you.” Pidge, Matt, Hunk, and Lance looked at each other and smiled. It was so strange to think that they’d all been in his class at some point, reprimanded and muttering under their breath. Before they knew anything about anything.

But the comment also made something cold sprout in Pidge’s heart because she couldn’t help but notice how much more prominent it was that they were still missing a teammate. And based on the look on Hunk and Lance’s faces, they felt it too.

Shiro was getting an over-excited run down of the books he hadn’t known he was part of from Sam, and once she managed to catch him up to the best of her knowledge which came from her brother, he went over to Lance.

As Iverson continued talking to Matt, Pidge stayed off to the side with Hunk. He wrapped his arms around her and swayed her gently as she watched the scene. The people from her past life catching up with nostalgia in their laughter and the people in her new life dancing and singing along to music that played on a speaker, celebrating a milestone. It felt surreal seeing them both in one place, but at the same time it seemed normal. With Sam asking Matt and Iverson questions about the Garrison, and Ana trying to offer them food, Sophie flirting obnoxiously with Lance and Shiro simultaneously, and Leon running around and getting pet by everyone.

“You okay?” Hunk whispered in her ear.

She hummed and nodded. “It’s overwhelming. But also relaxing,” she said. She turned to him and mess with the collar of his shirt. “It feels like I could’ve been doing this all along, you know?”

“Honeybee… You can’t keep berating yourself over the past. Besides it was a choice we all made.” She nodded and wrapped her arms around him. “Come on. You’re a graduate now. How does that feel?”

“Ugh, like I can finally breathe!” she said with a laugh. She looked up at him and smiled. “I missed you so much.”

“Well now you’ll be a quick drive away. No more long distance. We did it.” She smiled wider and sighed as he leaned in to kiss her.

They heard someone clear their throat and broke apart to see Shiro looking at them with a smile that made crow’s feet appear in the corner of his eyes. “So when did this start?” he asked. “You two were always a good pair, and I guess this was bound to happen.”

Hunk laughed and started playing with her hair. “It’s only been a handful of months. But yeah, it feels like longer sometimes. We gotta thank Lance and the blatant lack of secrecy in his books.” Pidge laughed and nodded, recalling the night they first kissed. “How have you been, Shiro? What’s the universe like without us?”

“Oh, you know. They miss us. They still sell figurines and they have ‘vintage’ photos of the days we visited. But everyone’s safe and happy. Allura and Coran are out there helping the planets prosper. They work with me in keeping relations with Earth and all that.” Shiro looked over his shoulder and Pidge saw Lance with Iverson, blushing at something. Based on the way Sam was laughing, Iverson must have been embarrassing him. Shiro looked back at them. “Lance said you guys found him at a book signing.”

“Yeah. My roommate told me about his books and then I found his books and Hunk found a book tour and…. Yeah.”

“You guys… haven’t heard from Keith, have you?”

Hunk and Pidge shared a look. “No. Lance found a photography portfolio he has online, but….”

“I… found his location around that time. It might have changed, but I never told Lance. I offered to find him, but Lance never got back to me,” Pidge said.

Shiro frowned, looking at Pidge then Hunk. “You did something illegal, didn’t you?” Pidge winced and smiled innocently. “Some things just don’t change,” he said with a smile.

“Wait, so… Keith hasn’t even been in contact with you?” Hunk asked.

Shiro shook his head. “Lance asked too, but…. No. I haven’t heard from him, and I don’t get a lot of news when I’m off in a different galaxy.” He sighed and chugged what was left of his beer. “Do you mind sending that portfolio my way?”

“Yeah, of course,” Pidge said.

“So, Pidge. What’s next for you? Moving in with Matt in Vegas and what?”

“I’m not sure yet. I kind of want to take time to calm down. Maybe travel a bit or something? Settle in to Vegas. I do want a job doing what I love with computational skills, but… I’ve done that for so long now, I just want a break.” She felt Hunk massaging her shoulders languidly. “Maybe try to convince Lance to move there too. So he’s not so far away.”

In the kitchen, Ana had taken out a few bottles of liquor and was already setting up for mixers, shots, and whatever else people wanted to have. “Everybody get a drink so we can make a toast!” she called out. Everyone lined up to get something, sipping idly until they were ready for a toast. Ana cleared her throat and raised her glass. “Katie, you’ve been a wonderful roommate and an amazing friend. You’re possibly the smartest person I have ever met and I know I’ll see your name in scientific journals that future college students will have to read and use for research.” Pidge laughed and shook her head. “It’s hard to believe that you’ll be moving away. We’re gonna miss you so much, and we better be invited to your wedding because we absolutely love Hunk!”

“Oh my God,” Pidge said, blushing as she hid her face in Hunk’s arm.

“The four of us graduated today,” Sam said, stepping next to Ana. “But Katie, it’s no secret that you’ve come the farthest. So it’s not just a grad party, but a going away party, and a much needed celebratory party to thank you for everything you’ve done. For us and everyone around you.” Sam managed to keep it vague enough, for the other girls, but Pidge and her former teammates knew what she meant. And they knew that gratitude extended to them. “So a toast to making it through the biggest obstacles and finally reaching the finish line. I’m so happy to have been a part of it with you for the last four years.”

“To Katie!” Sophie said with a wide smile. “And to the class of 2019!”

“To the class of 2019!” they all responded before drinking.

The music was turned up again. They ordered more food to spread on the table. They danced and talked and said goodbyes and reminisced- either about school years or veteran years. Before long Sophie and Ana were drunk, singing along to the karaoke as Pidge suffered the second-hand embarrassment and gave Iverson an apologetic smile.

Iverson only shook his head and continued to drink his whiskey and spent the time talking with his former students or Sam who said her brother would be interested in being part of the program. Sam was the one who bounced about rambling about everything, practically bursting with the awe and feeling starstruck. She asked Lance about signing a copy of a book for her brother and then listened to Shiro describe what the galaxies were like now, and she rambled to Hunk about how he was her brother’s favorite character and how he resonated with him most, then asked Matt what Vegas was like.

Somewhere among the chaos, Hunk took her hand and pulled her aside. They slipped into her room, which was now mostly bare except for Sam’s side.

“I was hoping to steal you away for a dance,” he said, using his phone to scroll through music.

“How sweet,” she said a giddy laugh. She’d had enough to drink to feel light, but not enough to make a fool of herself in front of Iverson or her brother. She felt warm and happy and floaty.

The strum of a guitar filled the room, louder than the muffled noise on the other side of the door. She slipped her hand into Hunk’s as he pulled her near and started stepping side to side, the two of the twirling in a circle.

“This is our first dance as a couple,” she realized as Hunk spun her around gently before pulling her back into him.

“That’s true. But it’ll be hard to surpass dancing in a living room with the furniture pushed aside and fireworks outside the window.” She laughed and pulled her hand away to wrap her arms around his neck instead. “You look happy.”

“I am. I’m with you.” Hunk smiled and nudged his nose against hers gently. “Teach me to say it.” He hummed in confusion. “How to say I love you in Samoan.” Hunk said the phrase, then said it slowly, with Pidge repeating each word after him. The words felt funny on her tongue, but she was determined to learn it. She wanted to tell him she loved him in every language she could. “Okay. Oute a-alofa… ia te… oe.” Hunk nodded, the smile on his face serene and adoring and wonderful. “Oute alofa ia te oe.”

Hunk cupped her face and kissed her, letting the music play around them. The warmth in her body magnified, and she felt dizzy with all of Hunk encompassing her. He pulled away and ran his thumb over her cheek lightly. “I love you so much,” he whispered.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” she whispered. “I know you have a hotel, but….” She shrugged and he tucked her hair behind her ear.

“Of course.” He kissed her forehead, and Pidge sighed as she let herself melt against him. “We should get back to the party,” he whispered.

“Mm. Yeah.” She pulled away and took his hand. “I can’t believe Shiro found us.”

“Well, it’s thanks to Iverson. He contacted him for your graduation.” Hunk opened the door for her and they managed to catch the end of a drunk rendition of Hollaback Girl from Ana and Sam. “You know, we were always so terrified of Iverson as students. Who knew all it took was two drunk college girls to scare him?”

Pidge turned and saw Iverson staring at the karaoke with wide eyes and a confused look. She laughed to herself and walked over to sit with him. “Hardened war vet scared of a couple of twenty-year olds?” she teased.

He scoffed and puffed out his chest. “Of course not!” Pidge arched an eyebrow. He deflated and clinked the ice in his glass. “It’s the singing.” That made Pidge laugh even more.

Shiro came up to them, chewing on some nachos. “We’ll head out as soon as I finish this, okay?” Iverson waved a hand dismissively. “As for you two- I’m gonna hear from you more now right?”

“Absolutely,” Pidge promised. She wrapped her arms around him and leaned into him. “I’m really glad you came. It really was the best gift I could have gotten today.”

“I always knew you’d do great things, Pidge,” he said, ruffling her hair.

At that moment, Leon trotted up to them, leash in his maw as he pawed at Hunk’s leg and whined. “Hey buddy, you gotta go outside?” Hunk glanced around and frowned. “Where’s Lance?”

“Uh, I’m not sure, maybe in the bathroom. Here, I can take him,” Pidge offered. She clipped his leash onto his collar and tugged gently. “Come on boy.” She opened the door and froze before she could even fully step out.

Leon barked causing Lance and Sophie to split apart. “Um. Hey, Pidge,” Lance said weakly.

“What the fuck…?” Pidge muttered. Having stayed at the doorway, the others inside came to peer out. Lance was trying to get the lipstick smudges off his mouth and chin, and Sophie was blushing furiously.

“What are you doing out here?” Sophie asked, her words slurring together.

Pidge looked at Lance and held out the leash. “Leon wanted to go outside. Um. Sorry to interrupt?” She turned around and ushered everyone back inside and shut the door. “So that’s a good note to end the party on, right?”

“She was flirting with him all night,” Hunk said. “Guess that was bound to happen.”

Pidge laughed it off, but she couldn’t help the unease in her chest. She knew Lance still had Keith on his mind, and frankly who he made out with was none of her business, but Sophie? Sure they weren’t exactly enemies, but she was definitely her least liked roommate.

“Some things just don’t change,” Shiro echoed. “Okay, yeah, we’re going to head out. I have a number for my office in the Garrison. Keep me up to date, okay? I’ll get in touch when I come back down again, and maybe you guys can give me a tour of Vegas. I’ve only been once.”

“If you see Coran and Allura, tell them we miss them,” Pidge said.

“Oh! Actually, hold on.” Hunk pulled out his wallet and pulled out a folded polaroid photo. “I I took this of all of us the last time they they visited. Give it to them.” It was a photo of Pidge, Lance, Hunk, and Matt sprawled out on the couch, laughing. It was slightly blurry and tilted because taking a selfie with a polaroid was hard, but it was a good photo. “And see if you can get one of them to bring back for us.”

Shiro smiled and tucked the photo in his uniform pocket. “I will. It was really great seeing you guys again. Safe travels and good luck.” He hugged them each and Pidge had to consciously remind herself to let go. “I promise we’ll stay in touch this time.”

Pidge nodded then turned to Iverson to hug him too. Then she and Hunk followed them out to the car. They said goodbye to Lance when they saw him outside, but Lance still looked embarrassed.

They waited for their headlights to disappear down the street before heading back inside. Lance was leaning against the wall with Leon, and Pidge figured Sophie must have gone back inside.

“Go ahead, let me hear it,” he muttered, kicking at the ground.

“Hear what?” Hunk asked. Lance gave him a deadpan look. Hunk sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Dude, you’re an adult. We’re not teenagers anymore, and you can do what you want.”

“Then why can I feel your judgement from here?” Pidge and Hunk shared a look and Lance scoffed. “No, no, no don’t do that! Don’t do the thing. You know, the thing where couples have a whole conversation with a look. Just talk to me.”

“Lance, I’m more upset because you decided to swap spit with Sophie. Of all my roommates.”

Hunk sighed. “And it’s not fair to her. You’re not into her, Lance, and we all know it. You’re still hung up on Keith-”

“Yeah, and what do I do about that?” he snapped. “It’s not like you and Pidge. You guys got lucky. You guys met again and you were still in love with her and it worked out. Keith left me. He’s disappeared off the face of the Earth and the probability of seeing him again are slim, and even if I did, it’s not like we can just pick up where we left off. And I can’t spend another five years getting over it.” He rubbed his face tiredly and then scratched his head, stuffing his other hand into his jeans pocket. “I’m sorry I kissed her, Pidge. She was pushing, and I was lonely and tipsy and I figured it wouldn’t hurt. I didn’t mean to ruin your fun.”

Pidge smiled and hooked her arm with his. “You didn’t. I just don’t like her. Besides she’s a really messy drunk, and she’ll probably forget this by tomorrow. And I told you- if you want me to find him, I can. Just say the word.”

“What if you can’t?” he whispered.

Pidge looked at Hunk. He nodded. “I already did once.” Lance’s head snapped up. “He was in some tiny island in the middle of nowhere. You still weren’t sure if you wanted to look for him, so I didn’t tell you. But if you want to find him now, I can help.”

Lance stared at her, wide-eyed for a moment. Pidge was already itching to get her hands on her laptop. Then he shook his head. “No. No, if he… if he doesn’t want to be found, then…. I want to respect that. He hasn’t even contacted Shiro. He doesn’t want us finding him. I just gotta move on. Thank you though, Pidge.”

She nodded and wrapped an arm around him. “We love you, Loverboy.”

“Oh my God,” Lance groaned.

Hunk laughed and opened the door for them to head back inside. Sophie was already half asleep on the couch and Matt was making himself another hot dog. Ana and Sam were crying about something and talking over each other in high pitched voices and hugging.

Pidge helped get Sophie to her bed. Ana and Sam decided to share Ana’s so Lance could sleep in Sam’s. Matt would sleep on the couch. Hunk, of course, would sleep with Pidge.

They cleaned up a bit, mostly getting trash into bags and dishes loaded into the dishwasher, before they split up for some much needed rest before they caught their plane the next day. Lance was in charge of making sure everything on the U-Haul made it to Vegas, but he wouldn’t be going with them to Vegas. Then Pidge would settle in at Matt’s and start her normal adult life.

But in that moment, with everyone settled into their sleeping arrangement, it felt like their old sleepovers. Pidge, Lance, and Hunk stayed up a little later, laughing and whispering in the dark. It wasn’t until their voices became heavy with a need for sleep that they let the conversation die out and each succumbed to sleep.

---

Within the next day, Pidge had moved across the country. She didn’t have a lot of her stuff yet other than the luggage she managed to load on the plane. It would be another handful of days before her stuff arrived. The jetlag was so bad, Pidge immediately fell asleep even though it was only seven thirty when she arrived. Hunk stayed because he was pretty exhausted too, and Matt didn’t even make it to the bed- he just turned on the TV and immediately knocked out on the couch.

Even so, Pidge didn’t fully wake up until a little past noon the following day. Hunk was scrolling through his phone when she opened her eyes, one hand idly stroking her hair.

“Hey,” she mumbled, burrowing her face into his chest. “What are you doing?”

“Reading up on news,” he answered. “How’d you sleep?”

“I slept to the point where I’m exhausted, and my body hurts,” she said with a light laugh. “I’m starving.”

“I can make food.” Hunk kissed her forehead lightly and got out of bed. Pidge watched him go and smiled to herself. She couldn’t believe she’d get to have more mornings like this.

She pulled herself out of bed and cleaned herself up a bit before heading out to the kitchen. By the time Hunk finished cooking, even Matt had been lured out of his room.

It was nice to eat with them without the constant reminder that she’d have to leave soon. She was home now. For good.

---

By the next weekend she was home, her stuff had arrived and Hunk helped her decorate and arrange her room. To celebrate the official end of moving in, Hunk arranged a date night at his place.

When they arrived at his apartment, Hunk covered her eyes before unlocking the door. “Has your place been set up all day?” Pidge asked, biting back her smile.

“Honeybee, I've had this planned since you booked your flight home.” Pidge laughed and let him lead her inside. “Okay, ready?” She nodded and Hunk uncovered her eyes. “Open.”

She opened her eyes and felt her heartbeat stutter at the sight of flower petals leading to the living room where the furniture had been pushed away to make way for a blanket. The lamps were on their lowest setting, filling the place with a soft light. By the time she turned to face Hunk, he'd gotten a hold of a basket that looked like it had been plucked right out of a movie.

“Oh my God….”

Hunk smiled and shrugged. “You always said you wanted a date like in the movies. It's no park, but I figured-”

“It's perfect. I love it,” she said with a laugh that bubbled up from her chest and pushed her to wrap her arms around Hunk. “I love you.”

Hunk smiled in a way that made her heart melt. In a way that made her feel like the most important person in the universe.

He took her hand and led her to the living room. They sat down and Hunk pulled out the food he'd prepared. Pidge couldn't help but laugh when he pulled out her favorite picnic food- peanut butter banana sandwiches with the crust cut off. He pulled out Capri-Suns and pudding cups. Pidge had to hide her face because she was blushing and smiling so much.

It really was perfect.

Hunk played music on a speaker. Soft love songs that faded into the background as they talked and ate, but Pidge noticed a couple of songs that she had mentioned she loved in passing.

“Stay still, you have pudding on your face,” Pidge said, reaching forward to wipe at Hunk's cheek.

Hunk grabbed her hand and tilted his face against it. He pressed a kiss to her palm and pulled her closer.

“You're breathtaking, you know that?” Pidge felt herself blush to the tips of her ears and Hunk chuckled. “I could spend every day of forever counting every freckle on your face and every speck of green in your eyes.”

Pidge bit her lip and touched his face with her free hand. “You know… if you really think about it… that would be very creepy.”

Hunk's bellowing laughter filled the room. Then he cupped her face and kissed her through his smile “Pidge, my sweet honeysuckle, you are the epitome of romance.”

She shrugged and smirked at him. “What can I say? I'm a natural.”

Hunk brushed his nose against hers in a slow eskimo kiss. “So how have you enjoyed your first week as an official Vegas resident?”

Pidge took a breath and let it out with a hum. “Let's see. I spent the first day mostly cuddling with you. I haven't had any tests or homework to worry about. I've binged TV with Matt and spent the night with you.” She nodded. “Yeah. Pretty awesome first week.” Hunk laughed and brushed her hair back. “Kiss me.”

He didn't have to be told twice. He cupped her face with his wide hands, keeping her safe and loved between them. His mouth was soft and moved slowly against hers until Pidge had fully relaxed against him.

She shifted to sit in his lap, her legs bent on either side of him. She felt his thumb slide along her cheek, then along her jawline, then down the side of her throat. She hummed against his lips and took a sharp breath when he pulled away from her in favor of tilting her head and kissing her neck.

He froze and rubbed soothing circles into her hip. “Is this okay?”

“Yeah,” she breathed.

Hunk's lips pressed against her skin and Pidge let her mouth fall open at the sensation of heat that bolted through her. This was so new, it was so new.

She'd been with Hunk for months now, had spent the night with him several times, but the most that had come of it were heavy makeout sessions that they both had to feel back from. Whether it was because they both had a level of apprehension for anything more or because neither of them wanted to do much more if Pidge would be leaving, or if it was something else entirely, she wasn't sure.

She just knew that this was a new side of Hunk she didn't know. Though not entirely. Because even as his hands roamed her body, they stayed at her back, or along her waist, or down the side of her leg. Even with her breaths turning shallow, and the small whimpers of surprise she let out in his ear, he stayed on safe areas of her body.

Then she felt the way he sucked against her skin, the way her skin sparked when his teeth grazed it, and she gasped. She shoved her hands into his hair, keeping him in place, her hips moving of their own accord against him.

He moaned and pulled back, his forehead resting on her shoulder as their breaths tried to even out.

“I'm sorry,” she whispered.

He shook his head. “No, it's okay, love. I just… just don't want to get too carried away.”

“Is that for yourself or for me?”

Hunk brushed his nose against hers. “You. I know… I know you said you haven't done anything. And you went through some shitty people….” He touched her face lightly and twirled a strand of hair that fell forward around his finger. “It's not something I want to trigger or rush or-”

Pidge leaned in to kiss him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She pulled back and buried her face in the crook of his neck. “I trust you. I feel safe with you.” She pulled away to look him in the eyes. “Ever since I got back on Earth, I haven't felt safe around any guys. Especially after what happened in my friend's dorm…. But with Lance and Matt, I feel okay. And with you?” She grabbed his hands and intertwined them with hers. “I feel so safe with you. I don't feel afraid of anything when I'm with you.” She kissed his hands and rested her cheek against one. “I know you'd never hurt me.”

Hunk smiled at her and kissed her again. “Well if it's alright with you… I don't really want to do this on my living room floor.” Pidge laughed and nodded in agreement.

She stood up so he could stand too. Then he scooped her up in his arms, making her shriek and laugh as she clung to him.

He carried her to the bedroom and laid her slowly on the bed. Pidge's heart was pounding with what the night had decided to surprise her with. She didn't believe in the whole concept of her worth laying in her virginity. She'd never been religious enough to identify with that. But that didn't mean it wasn't important.

Sex was something intimate and vulnerable to her. She wanted her first time to matter and of course she wanted it to be special. She was still nervous, though. Hunk was her best friend. She loved him with all her heart. He knew her better than anyone. But everything would still be new, and not knowing what to expect… that scared her.

Hunk had returned to kissing her. A kiss not unlike all their other kisses when they were alone. Slow. Gentle. Soothing.

One hand held him up, the other rubbed soothing circles against her side, over her shirt.

Pidge took his hand and led him under her shirt, letting his hand splay across her stomach. He traced his fingertips there, not quite tickling, but still lightly enough to give her goosebumps. His breaths turned shallow.

He kissed her neck again and this time Pidge arched up into him. Heat pooled in her stomach, between her legs, and she felt her heart pound louder in her ears. His hand trailed up just under her bra and he hesitated.

“Okay?” he asked with a shaky voice. She nodded and his finger traced the top edges of the cup. Skin she had never let anyone touch. She shivered, her breaths trembling as her toes curled.

Her shirt was hiked up as far as it could go, but oddly enough she didn't feel as self-conscious as she thought she would. Her skin was pale, with obvious tan lines with the recent spring and summer sun. Freckles everywhere. Her stomach wasn't flat no matter how often she told herself she'd start working out again. And then the scars. Long, white, jagged lines that had faded only slightly over time.

Hunk's knee nudged her legs apart and she gasped when he settled himself between them. He was breathing heavily a sound that was loud over the hammering of her heart in the quiet room. Pidge was grateful for the slowness of it all. He pulled his hand away to settle on the mattress and burrowed his face against her shoulder. His beard tickled, but before Pidge could comment, he scooped his arms around her and she realized he was shaking.

She stilled and moved her hands to his face, insisting on getting him to look at her.

“Hey, what is it?”

“Nothing,” he whispered. But she recognized that look in his eyes. That distant look like he wasn't fully there, the furrow of his eyebrows. His lower lip trembled and his breaths hadn't slowed down. “I'm okay.”

“Hunk. We can stop. You can tell me if you want to stop.”

He sighed and settled over her, his arms around her, holding her between himself and the bed. He rested his head on her chest and she settled for running her fingers through his hair.

She could still feel the slight tremors of his body. His voice was small when he spoke. “But it's you. I love you, and-”

“And we don't need to do this for me to believe that. I know you love me. And you always make me feel loved. But you've had your own bad history with this, and I understand if you want to wait more. Besides, I was kind of nervous too.” She ran her fingers along his tattooed arm and smiled. “We've got time. We're not in a war that's gonna put us in danger. I'm not on the other side of the country anymore.”

He turned to bury his face in her chest. She was flat enough that it was still a chaste gesture, and for once, she didn't feel so self-conscious about small boobs. He didn’t speak again until he’d stopped hyperventilating.

“I love you,” he said, muffled by her bunched up shirt. “But… I think I do need to stop.”

“Okay,” she said. “I love you too.” She followed the swirl of black ink in his skin. “Can you tell me about your tattoos again?”

Hunk shifted to lay beside her. She took the chance to pull her shirt back down and rolled onto her side to face him as his arm pulled her closer.

Hunk began to tell her the stories behind the tattoo sleeve he had. The swirl of flames, ocean waves, tumultuous clouds, earthly rocks, and leafy vines. The lion paw. The arrows, the intricate lines of patterns that derived from Samoan designs. He told her about going into the shop for several sessions, slowly piecing the puzzle together. How he hoped to fill his whole arm one day, maybe his back too, so it could tell his life story.

“You wanna be your own body quilt?” she asked, slightly amused.

“Why not? I could add how we came back to each other. Finding Lance. Seeing Shiro again.” He shrugged and leaned in to kiss the top of her head. “I always said that if I ever had kids, I’d add their handprints or something. Document the milestones.”

“Don’t they hurt?”

Hunk smirked. “You want one?” Pidge winced and smiled. “It depends. These didn’t hurt much. Felt like a pinch or a scrape. I mean, honestly, compared to some stuff we went through with Voltron? Not too bad.” He traced a finger over Pidge’s arm, connecting the freckles with his finger. “You already have art on your body.”

“My freckles?” she asked with a disbelieving laugh. “I mean… I don’t hate them, but they’re not art.”

“They’re like stars. You’ve got constellations all over you. You’re a galaxy, honeybee.” Her ran a finger over one of her scars which ran from her elbow to the back of her forearm. “Complete with shooting stars and meteors.”

She chuckled and poked the top of his nose. “I think you’re the only one who sees it that way, love.”

He shrugged. “More for me to admire then. I’ve traveled the universe, but I’ve got a whole other universe right here in you.” Pidge felt her heart swell and her cheeks burned. It was so easy to believe him when he looked at her that way.

“I love you,” she whispered, putting all of her adoration and love and fascination into those three syllables.

The smile that spread on his face was slow and sleepy, but warm and full of joy. “My heart is yours,” he answered. Pidge’s lips parted in surprise. Her heartbeat fluttered and every part of her relaxed further to curl into him.

Their breaths slowed as they started to fall asleep. Pidge had a fleeting thought of how lucky she was to have fallen in love with someone who love her without inhibitions and did everything to make sure she never forgot or doubted it. Hunk loved her for who she was, and he had since they were young. Pidge never had to hide anything from him, never had to shy away or cover her body or quell her quirks. Hunk knew all of it. Loved all of her.

It was more than she ever dreamed of experiencing.

[youngjaelook]

Querencia — Park Jinyoung

author's note — another requested imagine! i actually really like this one, it's lowkey kinda fluffy yet angsty at the same time. hope u guys like itttt! also send me some more requests! to anon, i know u requested a jinyoung au and im so sorryyy asfkdfjfdkl i hope u still like it tho T.T #UNEDITED!

request from anon — Hi! Would like to request for park jinyoung au, where he forgot about 1st anniversary and his s/o had prepared a surprise for that day. but jinyoung didn’t appear and then, when he realized, he tried to put the situation to rights?

summary — Lately, it seems like Jinyoung doesn't know that he's the reason you're falling apart.

warnings — slight smut, angsty-ish & flufffff

word count — 2K

Jinyoung was rarely ever running late, so when the clock struck ten and he was still nowhere to be found, you wondered if you supposed to feel worried.

It was mid-November in Seoul, so it wasn't exactly warm outside. The air was biting and you could practically make out the white snow starting to fall down from the sky like beads of rain on a July afternoon.

"It's Jinyoung! I'm probably busy at the moment, so please leave a me —" Usually, you loved the sound of Jinyoung's voice, but tonight it was anything but soothing.

You looked up at the sky, cursing the gods for your luck today, and sighed.

You were aware that dating an idol wasn't going to be a walk in the park. You had to compete for his attention on most days.

Sometimes you felt almost like a burden to him.

Your phone buzzes in your hand and you jerk in surprise.

It's Jinyoung.

You don't hesitate to answer him, heart beating widly in your chest as you prayed he was okay and safe, and not in some freak car crash or something. "Yah, Park Jinyoung! Why haven't you answered my calls? Are you alright? Oh God, please tell me you're alright."

You hear shuffling on the other side, followed by a heavy sigh.

"I'm fine, jagiya. I just — I'm still at this party and I don't know if I can make it tonight." It's like your heart is free falling into the dark void in your stomach.

You don't know if you should be relieved that he's safe and not in the hospital, or if you should cry because this is the third time he's flaked out on you. You figured any other day would be fine for him to ditch you for his job, but today marked your first year together — did he even care?

Jinyoung takes note of your silence. He's pulling at his dress tie, mouth dry and lip twitching as his guilt starts eating him away.

"Princess —"

"Why do we even bother anymore, Jinyoung?"

And it's as if all of Jinyoung's demons start mocking him, torturing his senses, driving him insane as the words roll off your tongue.

He swallows thickly. "Jagiya, let's not talk about this now," he looks around, hoping nobody can see the tears in his eyes, or the tremble in his hands. "please."

It takes almost everything in you not to scream at your phone before hurling your phone into the busy street. You take in deep breaths in order to calm your state of mind, but it doesn't work — you don't know if anything will work anymore.

"Goodnight Jinyoung." Your voice is soft, on the brink of breaking, and you hung up the phone before you could hear him protest.

The walk back to your apartment was quiet, only the sound of your sniffles and the buzzing of the cars on the roads, are the only sounds you hear along with the shattering of your heart with each step you take.

When you get home, you fling yourself on your bed — the velvet sheets keeping you warm, and providing you comfort.

After what felt like hours of crying which were only just about twenty minutes in reality you make yourself a cup of tea to calm down your raging head-ache.

You don't know where you stand with Jinyoung at the moment, neither did Jinyoung.

He was whizzing past crowds trying to get to the exit. The remorse in his heart prompted him to run back to your apartment, to see you.

Wonpil was the one who noticed his fellow label-mate sprinting for the door. He frowned as he made his way to Jinyoung.

"Jinyoung-ah!" Jinyoung looked like a mad man as he turned around to face Wonpil. "woah, are you alright? Did you drink too much — it's very unlike you to get drunk this early into the party."

Early? Jinyoung wanted to scream. It was half past midnight, and the girl he loved oh so dearly was probably back in her apartment after hours of waiting for him, crying herself to sleep because he didn't show up!

It was too late.

Wonpil noticed the conflict in Jinyoung's face and laid his hand on Jinyoung's shoulder as he gazed deeply into his eyes. "You haven't been taking," he looked around and lowered his voice. "drugs, right?"

Jinyoung's eyes visibly widened. "What? No, of course not! It's just," he ran his hand down his face, flustered and frustrated. "I flaked out on my girlfriend."

Wonpil pursed his lips. "Again?"

Jinyoung nearly choked on his spit. "Again? What the hell do you mean again —" Wonpil shook his head. "I can take you to her apartment if you want, I know where it is."

Jinyoung always thought Wonpil was a gift sent from heaven.

"You would do that?" Jinyoung asked.

Wonpil always liked you not in that way, though, he thought you were a nice girl, an extremely warm soul with a good heart — he knew you deserved better, but he always knew that you loved Jinyoung with every fiber in your being.

"Yeah, of course."

Jinyoung didn't hesitate at all as he followed Wonpil to his car parked in the basement.

And as the car started to take off and the party's music fizzled from earshot, Jinyoung couldn't help but think, "Wait, you know where my girlfriend lives?"

Wonpil switched gears and chuckled. "Y/N's a really nice person, and a great friend."

Emphasis on friend.

Wonpil managed to get them there in under fifteen minutes. But in those less than fifteen minutes, he nearly ran over a stray cat, nearly missed another car's side mirror by an inch and ran a red light.

Jinyoung looked pale as he reached to unbuckle his seatbelt. "Hyung," he gasped. "How did you even manage to get your license, or a car for that matter?"

Wonpil merely shrugged. "I have my connections." He said. "Now go," Jinyoung nodded and wobbled got out of the car.

"Yah, I'll be down here if anything backfires!" Wonpil gave him a thumbs-up and attempted to parallel park the car.

Jinyoung races to the elevator and tries to calm his breathing, though it's no use because he's starting to panic and the cramped space of the lift isn't really helping.

There's this dread sinking into his bones that he's going to lose you. It's been only a year, but he's convinced that he only wants you.

Jinyoung feels at home with you.

Every time the sunlight pours into his room and you're sprawled out beside him, his heart warms and it's like he's going crazy as he stares at you. He wants to have this everyday, to bask in your warmth and that pretty smile of yours.

Jinyoung raps on your door four times.

You're by the kitchen, stirring your tea when he knocks. You nearly jolt out of your skin. You check the time and see that it's nearly one in the morning.

You open the door and stare in shock when you see it's Jinyoung, looking like a mess — a handsome mess.

"You look like you're about to puke, are you drunk?" Jinyoung shakes his head. "No, Wonpil drove me here." You immediately understand.

One time Wonpil had suggested he take you home after you both got some coffee together — never again, is what you tell yourself.

"Okay, I think you need to sit down," You don't hesitate to take Jinyoung inside. He always made you so soft.

You guide him to the couch, laying him down softly against satin pillows. He suddenly feels intoxicated by your touch, compelled to run his hands against your sides.

"Jagiya," You don't respond, finding interest in your fuzzy socks.

Jinyoung feels desperate. "Princess, look at me." You still don't look.

"Y/N," your head snaps up and you stare into Jinyoung's eyes with your glassy ones.

Looking at you right now, Jinyoung felt beyond guilty. How could he put you last, how could he leave you out in the cold? How did he deserve someone like you?

"Come here," And it's like his voice is a spell, bewitching you to follow everything he said.

You hesitantly sit on his lap, the material of your cotton shorts hiking up to your thighs. Jinyoung buries his head into your chest, sniffling and muttering out incoherent sorry's.

Your heart breaks even more if that's possible.

You run your digits along the softness of his dark locks, twisting and caressing his silky hair. "Jinyoung," you murmur.

Jinyoung sobs and clutches on to the fabric of your shirt. "Please don't leave me, Y/N. I know I don't deserve you — but please, I promise I will do what ever I can to give you everything you want, everything you need."

You're sobbing along with him, not caring if his tears are ruining your shirt. "Jinyoung, don't say that." You cry.

"I just really don't want to lose you," he peers up at you, and you feel like falling in love with him all over again as you stare at him.

His eyelashes are wet with his tears, and his eyes are iridescent and lustrous under the warm lighting of your living room. His lips are parted and rosy, so tempting to kiss and nip at.

"You won't, Jinyoung-ah." You reach out to stroke the supple skin of his flushed cheeks, admiring how smooth he felt underneath the pads of your fingertips.

Jinyoung brings his lips up to touch your own. His kisses are urgent, yet soft and gentle. His hands travel down to touch the small of your back, guiding you flush against him.

The material of his pants kneaded the heat between your legs, leaving you panting and whimpering, and he doesn't stop, only picking up his pace as he admires you falling apart above him.

"Jagiya," his voice has turned hoarse and slightly deeper, sparking a blue flame in you. "strip for me, please." It doesn't take much from you to do what you're told.

In a matter of seconds, you're nearly bare in front of him; the only thing acting as a barrier between you two are your panties and his slacks.

"So pretty for me," he muses.

You sigh when his lips leaves a trail of kisses on the valley between your breasts. "Only for you."

And as Jinyoung hooks his fingers on the hem of your underwear, his phone blares in his pockets. Who could be calling him at this ungodly hour?

Jinyoung gives you a look as he continues to undress you. Your hand reaches into his pocket, fishing out his phone.

"It's Wonpil?"

Jinyoung stops what he's doing and curses silently. "Shit, he's still downstairs."

You watch in amusement as Jinyoung answers the phone, a look of anticipation in his face. "Yah! Park Jinyoung, I've been waiting here for the past hour —" Jinyoung frowns at you and shifts the phone to his other ear. "I swear to God if you two are fucking up there I will —" You take the phone from Jinyoung's hand and giggle.

"Wonpil-oppa,"

The line is silent for awhile before Wonpil speaks up, his voice much softer compared to earlier.

"Y/N-ah," Jinyoung stares at you in shock. There's a twinge of bitterness that strikes his chest, pouting and crossing his arms like a child being told off.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting, oppa. But Jinyoung and I are okay now, so you can go home." You tell him, sweetly.

Wonpil nods, though you can't see him. "Yeah, alright alright."

"Thank you, Wonpil-oppa. Drive home safely, and text Jinyoung when you've arrived home." Jinyoung glares at the wall behind you, still pouting. You hand him the phone, and Jinyoung presses it against his ear. "So, you've got a soft spot for my girlfriend, huh hyung?"

You shook your head and began to unbutton Jinyoung's button-down.

"Of course, I do — I mean, what kind of person doesn't?" Jinyoung furrowed his eyebrows, looking up at you. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Wonpil snickers. "You should see Jinyoung PD-nim with her." You shrug innocently at Jinyoung and offer him a small smile.

"Anyways, I'm going. Take care, and I'll see you soon." The phone call ends and Jinyoung takes your hands away from his shirt.

"Jinyoung PD-nim?"

Your shoulders rose and fell in a shrug. "I have that effect on people."

Jinyoung chuckles and smiles knowingly. "I can attest to that."

[hidden-in-the-cloud]

Finding Fire Chapter 9

This is how the fight started

Cheryl came out of her room while I was setting down our breakfast on the table. She glissfully sits down on the table wearing my black pants the one I wore at the drag race, with a simple jean jacket with a black tank top underneath. "You almost ready to go T.T.?" I was cleaning the dishes I cooked with, scrubbing them down when I hollered back, "actually I'm going to Pop's for another meeting so Fangs and Sweetpea are taking you to Greendale today," when I literally hear Cheryl's neck snap up. "What do you mean you're not taking me?" I sigh into the dishes knowing this wasn't going to end well. I scrub harder this time, "Ponytail thinks she has a new lead on Alice thinking she's the black hood, after all he's still out there and that means we're not exactly in the clear. Not to mention this mess with Hiram and wondering why he's messing with you all the sudden, with your mom popping up." I would hope that would get her to calm down but indeed knowing Cheryl, "Well all the more reason for you to take me not those two bafoons," I grit my teeth trying not to snap but I can feel it coming through, "Those bafoons have been helping you, us for over a month now they can do it." I can hear her scoff and say, "I didn't ask them too," from the look on her face from my side view I can tell she didn't mean it but she needed to win and me being the same way I went to far, "Well I didn't ask you to be annoyingly clingy but here we are." I can hear her gasp and that's when I realized what I had said. I drop the dishes quickly and turn around quickly, "Cheryl I didn't mean-" but it was to late Cheryl had stood up trying to hide the tears in her eyes, "I see. I didn't know," she said. I shut my eyes hoping we could calm down and go back ten seconds, "Cheryl plea-" but she shakes her head ready to walk out, "Sweetpea should be here I'll see you later." She had walked out the door I had fucked up.

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"Toni what do you think?" Jughead had asked not that I heard him the first three times until Veronica had bumped my arm to stop me from looking out the window. "What?," Jughead shakes his head, "I said Alice had despised the Blossoms not to mention the will reading recently and she wasn't around when the killings happen? The will reading and Polly are both motive right there," I just shrug my shoulders, honestly I have no interest in the black hood I'm more worried about the Ghoulie war that had been declared when they took me for hostage about a month ago. They started up again and doesn't look like they're going away. "No offense guys but sitting here once a week isn't doing anything if anything we should just split up and do our own research and just send out a text if we find something good." They had stared at me like I had a second head. "Look the Ghoulies are picking us Serpents out one by one and the Black Hood is taking out sinners one by one. I can't just sit here wondering when we need to be out there doing something. Maybe not as crazy as admitting to a potential Black Hood about breaking into his motel room but something."

Betty shakes her head, "you just can't give me a break can you," I shake my head in anger. Veronica steps in as always trying to be peace maker, "Toni's right the election is tomorrow night I need to be there for my mom hoping my father is not trying to get her killed. Are we all sitting together at town hall?" Everyone nods in agreement.

I had come home expecting Cheryl to be around but she was not. I call Sweetpea and he answers, "Sup Tiny?" I ignore the nickname for once, "Cheryl with you?" There was silence. "I thought you decided to take her?" My blood runs cold, "Sweetpea I told you I had a meeting you were supposed to take her!" Sweetpea starts to freak out in retort, "Well I came to the house neither of you were home! I figured you changed your mind!" I hung up on him and throw my phone against the wall in anger luckily as I found out not breaking it. Where the fuck is she? I understand she's mad but with Ghoulies and the Black Hood out there it isn't safe to throw a fit and run off right now. I try calling her but to no avail.

I didn't see her until Vixen practice and she did not look pleased. How do I know that? Well....

"You need to tell your girlfriend to chill out what's her problem today?" Veronica pants out after the 20th lap around the gym. I shrug my shoulders in response due to me being out of breathe and also I'm a very private person in general.

"Enough running your mouths and more running those thunder thighs Lodge!" Cheryl screams out. So yeah my girlfriend isn't pleased. Hopefully I can catch her after practice.

It didn't happen. In fact Cheryl slips in late in the night making a bed for her on the couch.

I didn't really end up seeing her until the election the next night.

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I sit down with everyone looking around and I see Cheryl sitting with Josie a few rows up. Even though she got over Josie awhile ago, I can't help but feel jealous I try to get her attention but she ignores me on purpose. "Why isn't Cheryl sitting with us?" Veronica whispers. I just shake my head it's to private and I'm not much of an venter anyway that's more Cheryl which I'm sure she's doing with Josie right now.

The election soon begins and the lights go down as Archie's dad and Veronica's mom comes out. I can't really remember their names but I will say it's pretty bold of Archie's dad to still come out to do this despite his son sitting in jail pending murder. I see Hiram on the side in the shadows and my blood boils, I see him looking around keeping a longer glance on Cheryl. As his wife goes to reubtle something Archie's dad had said, the lights go out completely for a few and people scream. But when the lights turn back on my blood runs cold. In the front in the back of the two candidates is no other than Midge hanging by her neck with the words "City of Sinners" written in blood. I hear Cheryl scream, "Someone help her!," but before anyone could move shooting comes out from above us. I look up at this crazy laugh to see the Ghoulies come out with guns and other toys, "WE'RE BACK!" one of the leaders start to sing as everyone runs in terror. I see Cheryl disappear as I scream for her on the top of my lungs.

In ten seconds everything goes wrong, somehow I'm close to the exit being pushed but I'm so small I somehow make it out but still no sign of Cheryl. I scream her name over and over I don't care about the pain my throat will receive later I just want my baby back.

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When I had screamed out for someone to help Midge I was already going to stand when I heard shots and someone with a deep voice scream. I get to the exit before anyone and slip out. All I could think about was my bow and arrow. I believe I saw the glimpse of the Ghoulies if that be true I need to get back to the trailer to defend the park from them. I start running to the park as I hear more screaming from the building behind me. I felt awful having to leave Toni but there was no time, no point. I would lose her and we'd both me armless.

I finally make it home and onto the trailer top as I see some of the Ghoulie mob enter the park. One of them spots me in my red arrow costume and they give me this gross smirk. Worse than Nick St. Clair even.

"Hey princess why don't you come down and join our little party?" I scoff in disgust. "Not gonna happen wanna be Jack Sparrow." He snarls back in anger taking a closer look at me. It just so happens the stupid wind gushes by and my hood pops down a little exposing my hair a bit more. "Hey wait a second" pirate boy squints, "you're the one who saved that pink headed bitch a few weeks back," he grins in response, "oh we're going to have fun with you." I can't help but shoot an arrow down into his right arm that's holding the bone knife as he drops it. He screams in agony and falls to his knees looking up grimacing, "You're gonna pay for that bitch." I need to keep my arrows in check and play bodyguard till the rest of the serpeants get here. Toni. I hope she's okay I didn't want to leave her, angry or not I love her. Seconds later I see motorcycles pull in and black jackets. All the Ghoulies rush over. The serpents awhile back had said something about the Ghoulies wanting this territory if that be true I should grab a few things just in case, as I slip back into the trailer.

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Unfortunately I wasn't one of the few lucky ones to head back to the trailer park to go defend off the Ghoulies, I'm scared that's my home they want for whatever reason. That's the place Cheryl knows to go back to and what if they have her or hurt her? I had to stay at City Hall due to the colored circle bulldog bullshit that decided to turn on the serpents on top of the Ghoulies. There's only so many of us and so many supplies. Not to mention I'm still worried about Cheryl, where is she? Is she okay? Me and a few others are about to get into a full on collision with a few of the bull dogs, I close my eyes and think. Serpents always come first before anything, I open back up my eyes and head into the fight.

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After getting out of the trailer by how the fight was going I knew I couldn't stay there it wasn't safe. They might not know I'm a girlfriend of a serpent but they know enough and I'm on Jack Sparrow's hit list. I hop on to a random motorcycle and take a few tries before I get it to start as I take off to the one place I need to be. On my way there I take out my phone and make a call,

"Cheryl?"

"Cousin Betty"

"Cheryl where are you? Are you okay? Are you hur-"

"No time for that, listen I don't know how yet but Hiram is behind these attacks all of it! Archie, Black Hood, Hell even the Ghoulies tonight. They want the one piece of land they couldn't buy, why not take out the serpents to get it?"

"Cheryl are you sure? It's kind of far fet-"

"You wanna be Pretty Little Liars have been having secret meetings at Pop's and got squat, trust me when I say I know my way.

"Okay"

"Oh, and Betty?"

"Yeah?"

I take a quick turn onto a dirt road.

"Tell Toni I'm sorry."

Before she could respond I flip the phone shut and keep going down the dirt road.

Toni

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I can feel blood running down my face as I'm on my knees with one of my ears ringing as we fight to defend off the black circle. The fight isn't heading into our direction so far, with Archie out of the way the Red nazi circle has turned more dark. "Sorry Pinky it's not personal but we're getting paid to do this and money is what makes the world go around." I laugh back bitterly spitting out blood below me, "Wow Captain I didn't even know you knew that the Earth rotated," as Reggie goes to pull up his fist to strike one more good one on me this is my end I'm done. Cheryl. I close my eyes but after a few moments nothing came. I open my eyes and see Reggie lying on the ground with Betty holding a bat. "Toni," "don't" I shake my head. "Cheryl told me Hiram is behind all this," I instantly perk my head up, "Cheryl?! Where is she?" Betty shakes her head. "She called and-" "Called?! Is she okay?" Betty stares me at startled, "she wouldn't tell me where she was but Toni," "What!?" I glare back at her standing up wiping blood of my face, "she wanted me to tell you she was sorry." I shake my head trying to process Cheryl being okay, but my heart sinks, "sorry? Sorry for what?" Flashbacks of Hiram coming out of the therapists office flashes my mind.

Cheryl

[stylessemantics]

VII-2: Oh Marcel (AU part II)

Also called: The Marcel Smut (Read part one here)

Shout out to @overad​ and @legend-waitforit-harry​, my main babes to talk all marcel things about. Also to J(legend-waitforit-harry) and @harrysperfectdimple​ for being angels and beta reading this big chunk of words T.T you’re the real MVPs

Prompt: Harry, pitifully called Marcel as a sour joke, is a nice, young, straight-A student, with a bully that hates him on a personal level, and what he thinks is an unattainable crush on his bully’s ex, who he’s started to tutor and befriend despite how much he dreams of her in the dirtiest of situations. Maybe little old marcel has a chance?

In which Harry and y/n start to form a beautiful friendship, stained by y/n’s past and Jonathan’s blind rage.

Harry felt relieved as he punched his way through a boxing routine, happy he was able to move around a class due to the teacher cancelling on the original time, so he was free to pick up the sport once more at the gym close to campus. For some reason boxing helped him relax. Something about delivering blow after blow to a punching bag felt very liberating. Like screaming without actually having to scream. Only one thing wasn’t allowing him to fully concentrate on his class.

The instructor had told him to drink water and rest up before the next set of exercises and that’s when he glanced through the glass walls and door that divided the boxing area from the rest of the gym and spotted her stretching. Harry immediately gave his back to her direction and cursed under his breath, eyes blowing wide open. Y/N came to this gym too? It made perfect sense, it was close to campus and it wasn’t that expensive, specially for the students. But he didn’t think he’d ever run into her at any place other than the hallways, when they would, by random chance, intersect in the same building. His hands felt sweaty under the bulky red gloves as he remembered the embarrassment that was talking to her last time when she had come around with his forgotten notebook. Harry, with a fast beating heart, tried his best to focus on just hitting the bag, but his mind would wander and he itched to look back at her. She hadn’t noticed him and deep down he wanted that to stay that way. He didn’t really want her to see him all sweaty and tattoos full on display.

Although, when he thought about it, now that he had finished working at the tech place he had been working as a paid intern at, he didn’t have to wear the mandatory vests, so everyone would see his tattoos full on display when he went back to class later in the afternoon not in his classic button up. His contract ended and he didn’t want to continue working there. Instead he applied to go back to his first part time job at the bakery down the road. He figured he had saved up enough money working at a boring tech firm long enough, so he just waited until his contract was up and packed up his things. He was grateful for the experience and all the things he’d learned but he was about ready to go to a much more fun job that would still give him enough cash to get through campus living. It all worked perfectly with his changed schedule, plus he enjoyed the smell of freshly baked goods any time of the day.

He rushed to the showers right after his routine was over. He stretched in the boxing area, still cautious that y/n wouldn’t spot him, and ran to get clean and changed into some comfortable post-workout attire. Pushing his glasses up his nose he took a big breath before walking as fast as he could without looking like a lunatic, over to the staircase that led to the exit of the gym. He kept his gaze down. Maybe if I don’t look up she won’t see me, he kept thinking to himself in a clearly dumb logic. It’s not that he didn’t want to see her – God, all he wanted to do was see her, no matter when. And talk to her – but it was the latter he could never do when she was in front of him, so he would rather avoid running into her all together so that he’d never end up looking like a nitwit in front of her again.

It’s obvious that if you’re not looking at something other than your feet as you walk, you are bound to crash into something, anything, at some point. Which is exactly what happened to Harry. He felt his body collide with another body and with his luck, before his brain could figure out the shapes and colours, he already knew he had crashed straight into y/n, and since they were at the very top of the stairs, the blow had sent her almost tumbling over. His reflexes kicked in and his hands reached out as he pulled her to him, keeping her from barrelling down the flight of steps.

With wide eyes and at this proximity Harry noticed the light in her eyes, and the redness to her cheeks that was extremely adorable and making him blush and stumble over his words.

“I-I… M’ so sorry!” she smiled at him one of her signature sweet smiles and for a second Harry wondered why he needed cardio after all.

“It’s ok! Hi Harry! I didn’t see you here, came for a workout?” Inside her mind she was slapping herself, because what else could someone go to the gym for? She didn’t know why but Harry made her a bit clumsy. She liked his company; the sudden inexplicable nerves that came with it? Not so much.

“Uh y-yeah. I umm… I took b-boxing back up…”

It was funny to watch. How they both seemed to be at a loss for words, how they both looked a lot more flustered than someone who’d just finished a workout routine. How Harry still had his arm around her and held her very close to his frame. Although this one he noticed and he immediately let go of her, careful not to push her back too harshly, as he cleared his throat.

“Would you like to grab breakfast with me?” she asked suddenly and Harry didn’t know what to answer. So he did what he knew how to do best: fix his glasses incessantly. It was a nervous tick. He’d remove them and wipe them and fidget them back on, tap at them, then push and pull and push and pull as his brain wracked for something to say, or rather tried to remember how to tell the mouth the correct positions to go to so that he could form words.

“I just… I uh… I have c-class…” it wasn’t a lie. He did have class… In four hours. But y/n didn’t know that and all she could do was nod as she made him promise that next time he’d grab a bite to eat with her after the gym, to which Harry had to say yes – not that he wasn’t dying to – and continued playing with his glasses during.

Deep down Harry knew he would never be able to grab a casual bite with the girl that flooded his dreams, the girl that made him reconsider running the treadmill – beyond everything, the conversation had left him breathless and with a heartbeat he could worriedly call a doctor about – the girl that made his chest and pants tight at just the glance of her hips in the fitting activewear she donned for the day. But it was nice to imagine. It was nice to wonder. To think that he could be the confident guy who asks her instead, and takes her out and keeps a nice conversation flowing, enough so he can charm her in some way that she’d want to hang out with him more and more.

It was nice to imagine.

And he didn’t need to imagine it much because he found himself being silently beckoned over by a whispering y/n that same night at the library.

“Hey” she spoke in hushed tones as he sat down in front of her with shaky hands and taking a deep breath. Inhale. Exhale. Harry let out a tiny “hi” in response and forced his eyes to focus on the textbooks in front of him. Y/N understood, after all she was here to study as well.

It was hard not to notice her struggle silently after a while. She kept sighing and every time she erased something she did it a bit more furiously than the last. It was difficult for Harry not to take a peek at her exercises from over the rim of his glasses. With a small grin he figured out the answer to the question with ease in his mind, and leaned his hand over to her notes, circling down the correct option as she looked at him amused and confused.

“It’s Thermochemistry…” he whispered leaning back to pay attention to his notes.

“What?” was all she asked and Harry lifted his book so she could see the front. Of course he was taking Chemistry IV when she was on her second time taking Chem 101 and on her way to fail it again. “How?” she asked to which he just shrugged. Chemistry was his thing. He liked it. In fact he was taking it as extra credits, quite literally just for fun.

“I like it” Harry said taking a quick glance at the clock and noticing it was about time to go. The library was closing soon and y/n also got the hint, hurriedly picking up after herself while staring at Harry. To y/n, any one that liked or could deal with chemistry was a study case. It was her worst subject all through high school, and all the time she lost pulling at her roots to learn it made her eventually hate the matter, so she couldn’t understand how someone could get any of it, let alone also like it to the point of needing or wanting to take the subject 4 times, each with more complex topics than the last. In that moment, Harry seemed like an alien of some sort – specially cause his green eyes never cease to look extremely green – but he also looked like an angel. A blessing.

Harry found himself agreeing to y/n’s claims for the second time that day. Whatever she said – no matter how hard it made it for him to breathe and how much anxiety the thought of her caused him – he found himself nodding to. In his nervous tick he started messing with his glasses when she asked him the craziest thing ever.

“T-tutor… you? Me? I mean…” Her eyes were shining as they walked side by side down the field and in the direction of her building. She nodded excitedly, quietly begging for him to agree. When you put it in perspective it was logical. If you are failing a subject and know someone that could help, why not ask them to help? But even in his smart brain, the situation sounded so insane and out of this world. Him? Tutor her? His palms were already sweaty and his mind felt like it was starting to forget the most basic of the elements in the periodic table. Was it Helium, Lithium, Beryllium? Where was Oxygen again? Still, he was saying yes and agreeing on a time and a place before he knew it. 

Biology wasn’t his best subject, but he believed there had to be some substance she expelled out of her body to make him agree to whatever she asked for so easily.

“Not bad” Harry hummed, reading over one of the exercises he’d asked y/n to do, pushing his hair out of his face and sliding his glasses up his nose as he scribbled on the sides of the paper. Compared to how little he had explained so far and how much she seemed to be struggling, the sheet had more correct answers than he thought he would achieve on the second day of tutoring her.

Y/N was sat at his desk in his dorm room and Harry’s sweaty palms had calmed down a lot since she arrived an hour before. The whole idea of tutoring her was still crazy to him, specially when in the back of his mind he knew that before she was set to arrive, he had taken a nap and dreamt, once more, of her riding his thigh and moaning his name in his ear, and Harry just had to jerk himself off quickly before the real y/n showed up at his door. It was hard to look at her smiling face whenever she understood a concept, and not picture how much he would like to have her spread on his mattress under his body, or wonder how accurate her real life moans were compared to the ones his subconscious made in his imagination, but Harry was making his best efforts to continue focused despite the looming memory of that one dream.

“Awesome!” she chirped back, reading Harry’s notes on the sides of her exercises and putting them in her backpack to revise later. Letting out a sigh she picks up the rest of her materials and books. “I’m spent, and hungry” y/n groans and Harry can’t help but chuckle. Thankfully the past study sessions had also served him to not be so stuttery and shy around her, allowing him to get somewhat comfortable when it came to talking to her.

To him it seemed like a miracle that he’d ever be able to be fairly casual around y/n, but he was handling it so well he even surprised himself – and y/n a little – when he let out a “Let’s go grab something to eat then” after she’d stretched and gotten up from her seated position with a smile after Harry’s statement.

That’s how, 15 minutes later, y/n finds herself sat in a booth at a burger joint in front of a Harry that she’d started getting to know slowly. Deep down she was also thankful that she seemed to be getting along with Harry smoothly, knowing how strangely nervous she would get around him. A few weeks back she was completely convinced that Harry never saw her as a friend, considering how he basically avoided talking to her, but she’s glad to see him speaking freely and see herself laughing along with the curly lad as they joke over what’s left of her serving of fries. And y/n didn’t know it then, but Harry felt the same way.

“You know…” she starts, intrigued and amused by how quickly they had grown more comfortable around each other “I always thought you didn’t like me” Y/N’s cheeks are flushed red under Harry’s strong gaze through his frames.

“What? Why?” Harry wonders out loud, fixing his glasses around. How could she think he didn’t like her? Quite contrary, he was shocked she didn’t already know he died inside every time he caught a glimpse of her smiling his way. Y/N shrugs.

“I don’t know, we never really talked much” “I did like yeh. I do.” the words come out of his mouth before he can stop them, and so Harry’s left scrambling to make sure his actual feelings aren’t exposed on the booth’s table. “I mean, you uh… You j-just looked nice and... and I never really knew w-what to say to you, s-so I… I don’t know I k-kept my distance?” luckily y/n nods, understanding what he meant.

“You know what you could have talked to me about?” “What?” “Chemistry 101. We had it together! Maybe I wouldn’t be taking it for the second time if you had spoken to me back then” she jokes, mocking anger and pointing at him accusingly, making Harry throw his head back in laughter. “Oh god. Yeah, maybe” he says, shrugging after taking a deep breath and sip from his soda “but I didn’t want you to hold me back” he smirks, biting back at her joke making her gasp in shock. “Harry!” and they both continue to poke fun at each other and fill the small restaurant with loud laughs that could easily get them kicked out if it wasn’t for the fact that the place was almost empty.

The laughs they share and details they discover about each other, keeps both Harry and y/n busy enough not to see the seething stares of one young bully from across the street. Jonathan’s fists tighten at the sight, almost drawing blood, and if his personal vendetta with Harry wasn’t already personal enough, this had just made it.

Walking to and from his dorm to class was about a level 4 out of 10 of a dangerous situation for Harry. He tried to do it early, or when a lot of people were around so he could blend in and escape Jonathan whenever he could.

And in hindsight, Harry wonders if he’d been more alert and less occupied on what he would teach y/n later that afternoon – and how cute she’ll look once again – maybe he would have noticed that, this time around, Jonathan had a hawk-like vision driven by rage and hunger for his target, him. Maybe he would have noticed that today Jonathan seemed a lot more angry than any other time he’d faced the broad shoulders of what many would call his nemesis. Maybe he would have been more prepared to receive the punch that left him blank for 10 seconds.

Harry couldn’t pinpoint it at the moment, but every kick and shove, came with a venomous tongue, like Jonathan had wanted to inflict so much more damage than ever before. Harry’s ears rang as he felt another blow to his head, and he stumbled back, books long forgotten and glasses surely broken at his side. Was this what getting the shit beat out of you was? Was this his death? He wondered, but thankfully a passerby turned out to be a friend, that rushed to his aid, and through a blurry view, he made the outline of a man that helped him back to his dorm.

Y/N almost about screamed at the sight.

“Oh my god!” she said letting her books drop to the ground and entering Harry’s room, grabbing his face in her hands and inspecting all the bruises. A purple eye, scrapes and scratches along his cheeks, a busted lip and dried blood all around his features. “What the fuck?!”

Harry winced stepping back from her and letting his body down on his mattress. He waved his hand at her, dismissing the issue like it was no big deal, saying it looked worse than it felt, which didn’t ease y/n’s mind in the least, as she dropped to her knees in front of Harry and took a closer look.

“Harry…” “‘M fine, S’just a purple eye and a scrape ‘ere and there” “This is not just a-” “I’m fine” he says taking a hold of her hand and giving her a comforting smile that does anything but comfort her, but she drops it for the time being, looking to his bedside table, where his spare glasses sat untouched next to the broken ones, and handing him back the bag of ice he apparently had pressed to his face before she arrived. Harry insisted on continuing his chemistry tutoring, claiming that if his memory didn’t fail him, her teacher was one for surprise quizzes.

“Harry…” y/n mumbled, poking at his side. He kept swaying and dozing off on her and her worry levels were at about 15 out of 10. “Hm” he groans, shaking his head as if coming back to life. “Harry, please, I’m worried” “S’ nothing. Jus’ a headache… feeling a bit woozy” “What if you have a concussion?” she presses on, biting her lip in fear. Harry needed a doctor ASAP and he was being so stubborn not letting her take him to one. Harry scoffed at her remark. “Christ, y/n, I don’t ‘ave a concussion” but his words were slurred and slower than usual, and the look on her face tugged at Harry’s heartstrings. She was fidgety and scared. He sighed “Fine… if it makes yeh feel any better, we’ll go to the emergency room” “Please!” y/n was on her feet and gathering her belongings in a flash, as Harry swayed to and fro, holding on to his throbbing head and taking slow steps towards her. Y/N tried her best to help the tall man leaning against her small frame on the way to her car, and in a rush towards a doctor before any of the very dark and horrible scenarios in her head could seep in.

Harry’s eye looked better and his wounds had been cleaned properly in a matter of minutes, by a nice nurse that kept reassuring y/n that her ‘boyfriend’ would be fine and she should stop worrying, but she couldn’t as she saw Harry, dead silent on a hospital bed and she sat by his side.

“No concussion miss, we’ve cleaned his wounds and gave him some medication for the pain, he might be a little dizzy and sleepy for a while. I’d recommend he sleeps it off” a doctor had told her with a soothing voice which relieved her greatly – at least the doctor had a voice that could calm her down, and the news she brought eased y/n visibly –

“Hmmm” Harry groaned, not bothering to open his eyes any wider than little slits, when y/n tried to get him back on his feet and towards her car after everything had been cleared up. Y/N took a deep breath in and out, trying her best not to worry anymore. He was fine. Nothing too bad had happened, and now he needed to rest. “C’mon you need to sleep” she gave him a soft smile as she helped him back into his dorm room and on the way to his bed and he groaned. “What time is it?” he whispered letting his body fall on the mattress. The headache was a lot less poignant and they had applied some ointment or whatever, on his eye that would help it miraculously heal faster. “Around 3:30, why?” “Ugh–” he grumbled – ”Have… a class soon”

Y/n’s hands pushed back at Harry’s chest immediately sensing that he’d want to get up and get on his way to a class that he clearly wasn’t in good enough state to attend to. “Jesus, no, Harry.” “I 'afta...” “You can’t attend a class this way. You need to sleep, and that’s final” she added with a stern voice anticipating his interruption. Harry let himself be tucked in by y/n’s delicate hands. “Can’t miss it… Exam soon” his words were cut short, his body ready to shut down, drunk with numbing drugs that he could no longer fight against. “I… I’ll go take notes for you, okay? But you need to sleep” “I have a… complicated note system” “Of course you do” y/n giggles. “I’ll try my best”

Any other moment Harry would refute, but just this one time he nodded to her words and allowed his eyes to close for a second, his bed had something like a magnetic pull suddenly, felt comfier than ever to his bruised body. “Just record it, yeah?” “I got it, no problem. Do call me if you need me, anything, I’ll be back after my class at 5, yeah?” and like a child being taken care of his mother when he was sick, Harry hummed an agreement and felt y/n’s lips drop a small kiss on his forehead. “Take… key” he says however he can, pointing to his keychain by the door so y/n can let herself back in afterwards, in case he was still knocked out from the medication, before settling into his covers with a groan of pain. And with that y/n left to try and make sense of a sociology class and Harry’s complex yet precise note taking system.

Even in a drug heavy nap, Harry can make the outline of y/n’s bare body in his dream, and it’s around two hours later when he wakes up alert, and much more relieved, that he decides he needs a cold shower for two reasons before y/n came back.

He takes a moment in his shower to think about how his life seems to be a dream itself. He still has a hard time accepting the fact that he’s been talking and hanging out with y/n more and more the last few days, and that he can now laugh and joke around her. His heart still beats the same erratic way and his blood rushes in his veins like it used to, and she still haunts his dreams most of the time, waking him up in a sweat and with an itch to press her down on his body, but now he gets to have the real y/n a lot closer than he used to and it’s messing with his head in ways he doesn’t know how to deal with yet.

He’s just stepping out of the shower and into his room, clad in a towel wrapped around his hips and with the cold air nipping at his shoulders, where droplets of water fall from the curly tips of his hair, when the door to his dorm is closed shut after y/n allows herself in. She’s confused at the sight of Harry’s bed being empty only to turn around and crash with his wet naked torso.

“Oh god!” she’s quick to jump back, mimicking his steps in the opposite direction. Cheeks tainted a deep red the same as his. She only gets a quick glance of his body that assures her he is in fact nude, before covering her eyes from the view of Harry with just a loosely tightened towel around his most important parts. “Sorry! Sorry, oh god!”

Y/N was frozen in her spot and so was Harry. He stuttered and scrambled his way around his room to get dressed, holding y/n by her shoulders to move her out of the way of his drawers, as she did her best to keep her eyes away from the image of harry’s tatted nakedness.

When it was clear to look, Harry let her know with a lump in his throat from how awkward the whole interaction was, and y/n made sure to peek through the cracks in her fingers to test the waters, spotting Harry fully clothed, she sighed and proceeded to apologise some more. “I’m s-sorry, I… I should have knocked, I just, god” “I-it’s ok. Uh, yeah…” his fingers came up to fidget his glasses around and scratch at the back of his neck in embarrassment. He tried to focus on the fact that the situation was uncomfortable, and not think of how in his dreams a situation like that would have a very different outcome.

Dropping his notebook on his desk, y/n told him all she remembered of his class, the notes she’d taken were messy but Harry was surprised and touched that she’d tried her best at copying his note-taking style. She had done it with pencil – so in case she made any mistakes, Harry could arrange them later on – and the scribbles on the edges had multiple arrows pointed to different notes and asterisks. He chuckled at the small ‘sorry!’ she had written at the end of the notes, probably when the class had ended. “Thank you, y/n, really.” “No problem, It’s so messy, but hopefully you can understand” she smiled at him, sitting herself at the edge of his bed. “It’s great, it really is. Yeh didn’t have to” he says with his dimples showing and cheeks blushing, sitting down next to her. “Which reminds me…” he says reaching back and pulling out a notebook that seems to be filled front to back “Right ‘ere… ’S my Chem 101 notebook. Figured it’d help yeh a bit t’have it” he hands her the book that is in perfect condition considering it’s been a year and a half since he last touched it or the book has seen the light. “Oh my! Thank you!” y/n’s smile is big and making Harry’s heart do a lot more flips than he thought was humanly possible or healthy.

Y/N couldn’t help but stare at his bruises, happy he seemed to be much more awake and no longer in as much pain, but still sour that he’d even had to go through it in the first place. Harry notices how she grows silent and places his hand on her shoulder trying to comfort her. “Hey, stop… I’m okay” “I feel so bad…” “Don’t… You’ve done nothing wrong and you’ve nothing t’worry about” he says giving her a comforting smile trying to cheer her up, but he’s immediately caught of guard by the shine in her eyes that looks like tears. Y/N surprises him by wrapping her arms around him, causing them to lay down on his mattress in a cuddle. Harry’s heart is beating rapidly, his palms sweaty, and his eyes open wide in shock as y/n lets out soft sighs and sobs on his chest. He rubs loving circles on her back, confused as to why this is making her so upset. “Hey…” he whispers in her ear, pulling her close to his frame “Don’t cry. ’S okay” “I’m so sorry Harry.” “Y/n, it’s not your fault, please…” he stresses, but she shakes her head and looks up at him through tears, placing a hand on his cheek. Her eyes are glossy and her sad expression makes Harry’s heart ache for her, he wants her to smile, always, no matter how taken aback he is when she says her next words. “It is, Harry. It is my fault…”

Thanks for reading! I’m working on part three so that it can be posted in a few days, a week tops. FEEDBACK IS GREATLY APPRECIATED PLEASE!!! I want to know what you think of this and why you think y/n swears it’s her fault? hmmm. Part three will be the last one of this little Marcel story but there are more Marcel ideas in my drafts and I’d love to write more about this specific Marcel if you’d like me to :)

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What A Destiny Ch. 3

Jason Todd x Reader soulmate au

Series Summary: You’re not from this universe, yet you somehow ended up here… in a universe you’d always wanted to escape to, yet feared the consequences of. You’re not here by mistake but who’s to say?

Chapter Summary: Kara has put herself at jeopardy telling Dick and Jason the truth about Y/N’s existence, something Batman warned against. Kara and Dick want nothing more than to help a furious Jason with the help of some friends find and rescue his soulmate.

Warnings: Yelling, Cursing, Unnecessary Rude Attitudes, Anxiety, Panic, Fighting, Violence, Forest Fires, Arson, Injuries, Blood, Pain, Magic and Feinting.

Catch Up Here: Chapter One, Chapter Two  

A/N: So due to a great response and demand I’m continuing to write this, however, past where Jason and his soulmate actually meet I’m not sure entirely where to take this so if anyone has any ideas or things they’d like to see, please suggest them to me <3 It’d be much appreciated... now, enjoy! :D

Kara pulled out her phone as she flew from the Watchtower to Bludhaven, “Dick, there’s something you need to know. I need your help.” 

3rd Person POV

“Wait, wait, wait.... Repeat that to me again, but slower this time.” Dick holds his hand up in the air for dramatization, his eyebrows furrowed, slightly shaking of his head.

“O-okay! So I was at the Watchtower and a couple of weeks ago, probably a month by now if I’m being honest-”

“Get on with it!”

“- there’s this girl we found who came from another universe and she’s Jason’s soulmate! There! That’s all I know!” Kara’s words still came out more rushed than Dick probably would’ve liked but her message still got across to him.

“You’re sure about this?” Dick asks, cautious as this tale seems super far-fetched and if they want Jason to believe it at all then Kara will need to tell the whole story.

“Positive.” She affirms, nodding her head.

“Let me get Jason over here, first. Stay here.” Dick quickly unlocked his phone and dialed Jason’s number as he moved to the other side of Kara’s apartment, wanting Kara to hear as little of the fighting that’d pursue as she could... but then again, Dick just remembered she has super hearing, so of course his effort would be almost pointless... I suppose it’s just the thought that counts.

Jason’s  POV

“You didn’t tell anyone you came here, right?”

“Wha- no? Why? Should I h-”

“Were you followed?”

“What? No, Dick! What the hell is going on? You’re freaking out like a kid who’s trying to hide something from their parents.”

“Well, that’s kind of exactly what’s going on.” Kara plays with her hands as she approaches slowly from the next room, presenting herself.

“Let me guess,” I chuckle to myself, “you messed up big time, and you need my help?” I pause after the words come out of my mouth, my brows furrowing, “No, that wouldn’t make sense. Why are you here?” Pointing and shifting my body to face more towards Kara, arms folding themselves as I’m curious as to why I was drug here even more now.

“Well this is my apartment, so it wouldn’t really make sense as to why I wouldn’t be here? Why are you guys in here?” Kara makes a weird face, shrugging as her palms face the ceiling.

“I was just trying to figure that out...” I don’t have patience or the time for silly games, “I swear if you only brought me here for some sort of silly gam-”

“Jason you need to sit down.” Dick walks over to me, pushing on my shoulders to get me to sit down but I don’t budge.

“Why?” I shift my gaze from a nervous Kara to a panicked Dick, which doesn’t help considering, “You never act like this Dick, what is going on?!” I start to raise my voice accidentally, their nervousness getting to me.

Just as Dick is about to answer there’s a knock at the door and a few thumps outside on the fire escape. “You set me up!”

“I didn’t!” I watch as Roy steps through the fire escape and into the living room. Turning around I watch as Kara answers the door, the Teen Titans as well as Tim and Wally step through.

“Is this an intervention? I’m really flattered Dick, really...” Panic and worry begin to flood my system as there must be something going on if this many people were invited to the party. I try to put off that I’m calm by taking Dick’s suggestion of sitting down.

“Long time no see,” I get up to hug Roy as he approaches.

“Yeah, well, when you get the call that one of your best friends needs a hand and is into something serious, you gotta wonder what he’s gotten himself into? How’ve you been?”

“T.T if we can get on with this meeting.” Damian interrupts as he squeezes himself between Roy and I to sit on the couch when he literally could’ve just walked around us.

“Right... so... uh, Jason this isn’t exactly an intervention-”

“I knew it!” 

“-uh... yeah... well, Jason we found your soulmate.” Dick announces, taking his seat on the armchair across from me. My soulmate? I want to yell at him, to scream, to tell him he’s a liar but I know that Dick would never lie about something like this... let alone joke about it. He still had his soulmate and everyone knew how much he protected and cared for her.

“Congrats Dude! That’s awesome,” Beat Boy slaps my back with a huge grin on his face. 

“We came all the way here for this?” Raven questions quietly from the other end of the couch.

“Yes... and no. Jason’s soulmate is... well,”

“Kara you need to tell the whole story... everything, this time.” Dick instructs her as she sits up straighter, pushing herself to sit on the edge of her seat.

The first thing I think after Kara announces her story is that... it makes sense. It really does... considering Tim and Bruce still haven’t found their soulmates, which consequentially caused me to doubt the existence or even potential meeting of my own... it makes sense that the only reason is because they were from another universe. However, how could two people from separate universes be intertwined? Why in God’s name would he do something like that? It doesn’t make any sense. How did she even get here?

“Jason? Are you okay?” I focus back in on my surroundings as someone is waving their hand in front of my face.

“W-what? Yeah... I’m fine, it’s whatever.” I sit back, letting myself be engulfed by the couch as I had no idea when I even sat up to the edge of my seat.

“It’s whatever? This is your soulmate we’re talking about Jason.” Roy says surprised, turning to look at me.

“Jason, everyone, the reason why I called you all here was so that we can come up with a plan to break her out.” Dick informed everyone.

“Break her out of The Watchtower? Are you frickin’ kidding me Nightwing?” Tim asks from his position of sitting cross-legged on the floor.

“Look, we have both Kid Flash and the Flash... it shouldn’t be too hard. We also have Starfire, Arsenal and even Supergirl-”

“No way!” Kara puts her hands up in defense.

“What? What do you mean ‘no way’ Kara, you’re the one who brought this to our attention! The least-”

“The least I could do was bring it to your attention Dick, you didn’t hear the consequences Batman said he’d lay down if anyone told.” Dick seemed to contemplate this for a moment before acceding.

“Fine... we have enough people already.” 

“Enough people? You better have a damn good plan Nightwing.” Roy stammers as we all tense a bit at the thought of losing a person.

“I have a plan, here it is.” Dick lays out the plan on paper, mapping out everything which is to go down within exactly an hour, no more, no less. Thirty minutes in and out, no problem. Those were the riskiest missions of all. I didn’t like the odds or the sound of this.

“Okay, Supergirl, Flash, Kid Flash, are you in position?” We receive the a-okay from them as Supergirl had relinquished the fact that she’d at least help us ‘get in’ if not help with the actual fight.

“Arsenal, are you locked and loaded?” Roy gives us a thumbs up from the portal he’d been sent through. 

“Raven, do you think you’ll still be able to get this done?” Raven nodded as she seemed to be preparing herself for what was to happen next. “Whenever you’re ready Supergirl...” Dick gave the que and it seemed as if everything happened in slow motion.

Supergirl enters The Watchtower using the teleports, granting us access as both Flash and Kid Flash race inside to at least get my soulmate out of her cell before The Watchtower starts to lock down.

Arsenal starts a fire outside the entrance to The Watchtower with flaming arrows as he shoots them from the hill. By the time they realize what’s going on it’ll be too late. Once Roy is done starting the fire he hops back through the portal into the living room to join us.

“Go!” Dick shouts as Raven teleports the rest of us into The Watchtower. 

Y/N’s POV

Looking around the room for the thousandth time I end up staring at the bright florescent lights on the ceiling. Shutting my eyes I return to looking at the cool desk in front of me. I wonder what everyone else in this universe is doing right now... where’s Jason? What’s he doing? After all he is my supposed ‘soulmate’. What about Damian, or the Joker or even I don’t know... Alfred?! I wonder what Alfred does all the time when the boys aren’t home... surely you can’t clean forever.

Yawning, I feel myself dozing off as best as I can with the frickin’ sun always shining in my room, making sure I don’t know whether it’s day or night because I’m a supposed villain which could break out if I knew the time of day apparently.... SIKE! The hell if I were to-

I feel a whoosh of air before I feel as if the world’s spinning and turning, which consequentially churns my stomach and makes me heave for air when it finally stops. I close my eyes as my heads bobs back and forth, threatening to roll back.

Composing myself I look up to see a hand out-stretched to me, waiting for me. “Come on! We don’t have much time!” The man whisper-yells at me in a worried voice as I realize who it is and what just happened! I’m free! I’m no longer hand-cuffed and it’s all thanks to Kid Flash! IT’S WALLY! IT’S WALLY WEST! “Wally!” I say a little too loud as he helps me to my feet. Wally looks taken aback from my comment as confusion streaks across his face for only a moment.

Finally I register the sounds of... fighting... coming from the main living space in the next room, the main room. We were in the hallway where the next turn off leads to the room I’d been in only three times. It held The Watchtower’s couches, monitors and even the teleports. Grunts, rushes of air and fists meeting fists can be heard loudly even from this distance. There’s something going on. I’d never seen Wally here before!

I watch over his shoulder as a blur of green, orange and yellow are thrust through the entrance to the main living quarters into the wall of this corridor. As rubble flies and lands close by I wince, cowering as I gasp. Quickly standing back up, looking over Wally’s shoulder to see if the person is okay I’m met with a red-clad figure who briefly glances at us and back to the man who’d just crashed into the wall. It’s The Flash...? But even from the dark, as well as this angle I can already tell it isn’t Barry. I’ve spoken to Barry and this isn’t Barry... who is this? There’s another Flash? “You need to take her and go! I’ll distract” 

My eyes widen as I realize what he’s said but it’s too late, we’re already running. Well, he is. I am not. As we make our way to the entrance from the corridor to the main room I feel myself being dropped. “Oww....” I say reactively, the fall not really having hurt. “Wally!” I turn to see Wally grimacing, his face frozen in a scream as he clutches his head in his hands. What the hell is going on? I look every which way to try and find the source of Wally’s pain but can’t find it as when I turn around I’m met with green balls of light, streaks of lighting, flying, bodies, arrows and sounds from every direction.

Looking between the fights I finally stop to stare at the only people in the room not moving. One is surrounded by a dark purple, almost black circle of.... I have no idea. The other meets my gaze as he starts to run over to me. I start to panic as I think he’s going to rush me until I realize who it is. The symbol- the jacket- the boots- the.... this is... it’s him. It’s Jason Todd.

For the second time in less than ten minutes I grab the out-stretched hand and am hauled up quickly to my feet as Jason grabs my hand tightly, starting to run. “HEY!” I try to turn and look at who yelled but am drug away as Jason starts to run faster. I gasp as I realize what’s going on.

I can’t tell who is who or what is going on specifically but I know what’s happening. He’s breaking me out. I gasp as I realize this, trying to see specifically what is going on around me. “OW!” I stop running, my arm being tugged hard as Jason realizes I stopped. “Come on! Hurry!” In a swift movement I hardly process, he swipes his arm under my legs and continues running.

Reaching who I know recognize as Raven we’re instantly engulfed and closed into a bubble of, well, raven. Shutting my eyes I feel my chest tighten and constrict at the pain, making me curl as much as possible in my position, into a ball.

Opening my eyes the bubble fades and we’re in a completely different place. It’s a cluttered apartment I notice before Jason lies me down on the couch. “You’re bleeding” I wince and cry out a small ‘ow’ as Jason’s hand passes over my thigh, where it looks like I was scraped by some sort of weapon. “Sorry,”

“No... it’s okay. I.. I just say ow when something happens, it’s like a reaction- it doesn’t actually hurt.” Jason’s face contorts to one of confusion before he gets up to leave.

“That’s weird...”

“Yeah, well I’m a weird person, so...”

“Raven, help me look for the first aid kit.”

“I could just heal her.”

“Right.... please, if you wouldn’t min-”

“I thought you weren’t supposed to be polite?”  Raven looks back at Jason as he kneels down beside me.

“Uh... well you heard wrong, now, please!” Jason says with a little more urgency as Raven waves her hand over my leg, chanting words I don’t know but would suspect to be Latin. I want to shut my eyes as this honestly is scary... but it’s also so intriguing and foreign that I want to witness if her spell will work or not... Of course it will, what am I saying?

As Raven retracts her hand the cut is healed and completely gone. No scab, no bruise, no scar, nothing. My mouth hangs ajar before I realize what’s just happened. “T-than-thank you.” I try my best to smile but am utterly terrified. SHE COULD FUCKING KILL ME IF SHE WANTED, RIGHT. FUCKING. NOW!!!

A foreign feeling washes over me which I would’ve only imagined is how someone feels before they pass out, and concluding from the blackness at the rims of my eyes I’d say I was riiiigggghhhh.....

My eyes roll behind my eyelids as I try to wake myself up. I feel an ache in the left of my neck as my hand comes up to try and rub it... groaning out I try to sit up but can’t. Falling back against the couch I finally gather the courage to open my eyes and sit up at once. The first thing I see is green. Bright green. A green boy... a green, boy? What? My face contorts into one of concern, fear and confusion, the look stays on my face even as I recognize the culprit as Beast Boy. I can’t scream but the hum I realize continuously rises in volume as he doesn’t move away from the few inches separating our faces. 

“Beast Boy, what the hell?! I told you to get away from her for exactly this sort of purpose!”

“Yeah man, what the hell?”

“Come on....”

Multiple responses are heard throughout the room as Beast Boy jumps off the couch, moving away from me to sit on an armchair across the room. Taking a deep breath I furrow my brows, a tad scared from earlier, not to mention I don’t even know who else is in the room.

Turning to the voices I swallow thickly, a mental lump stuck in my throat. My lips draw into a tight line as I try not to smile, freak out because of excitement or grimace and frown. “How’re you feeling?” Jason sets down his drink and walks over, crouching next to me as he places a hand on my shoulder.

“Aww, who knew he could be so caring?” I try not to laugh at someone’s quiet comment as Jason looks intently into my eyes, seeming to try and find a gestural answer or sign.

“I... I’m... I’m fine.” I can’t help the growing smile on my face as I look at him. Quickly averting my eyes I look up at the ceiling, then to the window in front of me, then to bed which is to my left.

“Alright, well...?” I continue staring at the bed as I lie my head on the back of the couch, finally able to relax. After a few moments Jason continues, “I don’t know your name... Woul-”

“It’s Y/N.” I finally turn to take another glance at him, worried that this won’t last. Worried that I won’t see him again, that I’ll wake up or this whole ‘thing’ will be over. His eyes are not blue like everyone says... well, some say they’re green, too... but they’re not either. His eyes are more of a grey than blue. They’re like the sky right as it’s turning into a thunder storm, the deep sea as it’s tossed about during a terrible storm in which you’d be worried about your boat sinking and yourself drowning... drowning like I am into his eyes. His eyes are deep, like an ocean, like the sky... you’ll never find exactly what you’re looking for and it hides the emotions he clearly doesn’t want you to see. I’ve only known him for a moment of my short life but I already know of the things he doesn’t want me to see.

“I’m Jason... Jason T-”

“Todd.... I know.” I state out of habit, quickly realizing my mistake, turning my head away in embarrassment. He’s practically like a celebrity! I don’t know him! If I said I do then that’s weird! He’s gonna think I’m weird, he’s gonna think I’m-

“How do you know, Y/N?” He’s turning my face back towards him as he searches my eyes, my soul. “Y/N, I need you to tell us what happened. I need you to tell us how you got here and why the Justice League took you and didn’t let you go?” Now I’m the one searching for answers before I turn to look at the rest of the people slowly gathering around.

“How do you...” I trail off until I find one of them. “It’s because of you. You told.... You know what he said would happen, right?!” I feel a burning sensation behind my eyes as I know tears are starting to build up. “Why? Why would you?”

The kryptonian remained quiet, head sunken to the ground. “Kara, why?!”

“I... I couldn’t let him do that Y/N. He can’t do that! It’s not right to keep someone from their soulmate and Jason deserved to at least know.”

“How do you know her name?” a voice emerges out of the crowd but I don’t bother to find it’s owner.

“Because.... because I know all of you.” 

“Y/N, how?” Jason crouches enough to look into my eyes as everyone’s now standing. Jason grabs a hold of my hand, holding it tenderly.

“It’s a long story,” I sigh, looking back to the ground as I hope they won’t make me do the same thing Batman did... for months!

“We’ve got time. Please, sit down and tell us...” I hear a soft voice say as they approach, making me look up. I freeze. My brows twitch and I let out shaky breaths through my nose as I smile. I bite my lip and return my face to a scowl as I look away.

“Fine” I sit down on the couch as Jason sits next to me, still holding my hand.

“Would you like anything to drink? Or eat? We have pizza.” The same man suggests as I say ‘yes’ to everything... as ‘it’d be nice’.

“Batman... The Justice League, they already made me tell them everything. I already did and they made me go through everything again and again and write down and draw out everything I knew. Please don’t make me do the same. I’ll make it short but I’ll tell you everything.” I take a deep breath before I continue.

“First of all, to make things clear, I’m from a universe where all of you exist, the only difference is... you guys are all comic book characters.... you have comic books here, right?” I ask doubtingly. Everyone nods and I continue. “So yeah, I know who you are.”

“How I got here... I’m not exactly sure... I woke up in the middle of a clearing within the forest. It was dark, it was pouring down rain as there was a thunderstorm going on. I was soaking wet in my pajamas as the last thing I remember was falling asleep. When I woke up I scared scared, there was thunder and the lightning was close by. Seconds would pass as the lightning got closer and closer and I could hardly see anything. Lighting was the only thing that allowed me to see where I was going. I heard the motors coming... probably from the Batmobile now that I think of it, and I ran. I ran as fast as I could through the woods, tripping, getting cut, running as fast as I could because I was terrified. I didn’t know where the hell I was or what I was doing out in the woods. There are no woods near my house so I was confused and scared and I hate the dark. Eventually I was surrounded by the League... later they told me that it was because there was a energy shift at that location... which was their reason for searching, as well as a heat signature, me, that they were looking for.... The reason why they wouldn’t let me go is because I knew about all of you... about this universe, about the others... they wanted to know EVERYTHING, so yeah... they also said that if anyone else got their hands on me then it’d be catastrophic, so... yeah.”

“I mean honestly they said they’d let me go eventually but I don’t know if I believe that... They were trying to find a way to get me home but something stopped them and I don’t know what. Once they found the tattoo then they stopped. They said it had to be no coincidence that I showed up, adapted to a universe which HAS soulmates and got the tattoo.”

“In my universe we unfortunately don’t have soulmates... nothing. It couldn’t have been random that I just show up and randomly get a tattoo with Jason’s name on me... so I think they were testing... they were trying to figure out how it happened. How I adapted.” Eventually I end that part of the story and get to the fun part. Batman had me do the same thing in The Watchtower... tell everyone what I knew about them... also remembering to state that just because I know this doesn’t mean it’s true.

I go across the room, pointing to each person and naming everything I knew about them, their quirks, personality, previous and all relationships- let’s just say Starfire’s was a little awkward for everyone in the room- and their known likes and dislikes and my personal favorite fact about them. “Damian Wayne Al-Ghul... Robin, was to-be the heir of The League Of Assassins-”

“was?” Damian asks from the ground, his harsh green eyes seeming to pour into my soul, judging them. 

“Well... depending on the universe and if the League still exists then yeah... once Ra’s Al-Ghul dies then you’d be the... head? The Leader? Definitely not King but... yeah. You get my point.” Damian seems to approve as he nods, encouraging me to continue.

“... Personal favorite ‘fact’.... is that you’re supposedly really caring, sweet and thoughtful to the ones you care about” I smile as Damian seems to try and shrink away, not liking this thought and trying to push it off as a false as they were, only headcanons.... which I had to explain earlier.

“Timothy Drake... Robin, Red Robin, Joker, JJ and... yeah, that’s it.”

“JOKER?!” Everyone shouted incredulously. 

“Okay... thank god we’re not in that universe.” I sigh, letting my head roll back before continuing.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN, JOKER?!” Tim shouts from his position on the floor next to Damian.

“Well... in one universe, when you were Robin you got kidnapped by Harley and the Joker and they turned you into one of them... Joker put some sort of genetic chip in your neck and could make you transform into him... it... it was weird and really didn’t make sense because really? How would you guys not notice a chip in your neck after all those years? Like, what the hell? Also I guess I should’ve known we weren’t in that universe as Jason and Damian are here.”

“What?” 

“Yeah... anyways, personal favorite fact.... this is hard to be honest, because you’re the one I know the least about. I’d say it’s probably that... you’re really caring! You can tell by everything that’s happened with Stephanie.” 

“Jason Peter Todd... I’d... uh...” I fidget with my hands as I try not to look at Jason in the eyes. “I’d, uh.... rather not say here.”

“What? Why?”

“It’s just.... I really... it’s not anyone else’s business, really.”

“But you could tell us everyone elses’ business?” Damian interjects.

“It’s okay... it’s nothing... nothing they don’t already know... well, maybe not Raven or Beast Boy or the Flash and Kid Flash but still... you can go on.” 

“Are you sure?” I swallow, glancing up at him in the eyes, checking to make sure this is what he really wanted.

“Yes.”

“Okay.... but it’s not pretty.”

“Haha, yeah... I’d doubt it.” Jason puts his hand on my thigh, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb.

I clear my throat before continuing... “Jason, Peter, Todd... what can I say about you?” It’s hard to gather all my thoughts with everything I know about him. “You were what some might call a ‘street-rat’, then you got caught trying to steal the Batmobile’s tires so Batman, I don’t know how... took you in. You became Robin but were according to Bruce, the most reckless and he didn’t know whether or not you’d one day become a criminal if you didn’t get a handle of yourself... Honestly it really depends... in some universes you were said to be the one that Bruce loved the most out of all of his sons... but, there’s others where you wouldn’t know because of everything that’d happened.”

“I mean, I already know we’re not in the Arkham Knight universe because you don’t have the ‘J’ on your face, but... yeah... also looking at you and Dick the only reason I knew it was you was because of your outfit... but looking at Dick now I could probably tell because of the hair or eyes. The only reason I mention that is because you don’t have your white streak which everybody loves. Well, I could see why you don’t but everybody loves it so.... yeah... I think there were some universes where you just didn’t have it? I don’t know... but yeah.”

“What did you mean by I didn’t have the ‘J’ on my face?”

I feel my shoulders sag a bit as I get ready to tell him. “Well... in the Arkham Knight universe... when you were taken by the Joker, he didn’t kill you. He tortured you... he still beat you with a crowbar... he, I don’t know... he did a lot... but he took one of those... those thing you burn cows with, a cattle prod? I think that’s what it’s called... and he burned a ‘J’ into your cheek. You hated it, but honestly, even if you had it I wouldn’t. I would’ve told you to try and think of the ‘J’ for Jason instead of Joker. Joker sent Bruce a video of him ‘killing you,’ but he didn’t really. He brainwashed you to hate Bruce and you came back as Arkham Knight, with the help of Scarecrow you guys tried to kill Bruce... and I already know you and Bruce still exist in the same universe so I know we’re not in the Arkham Knight universe. I’m pretty sure you end up killing him, but I’m not sure... I never saw the ending but I know that you reveal yourself to him as alive and become the Red Hood.” 

You continue to talk about Jason to longer than you’d talked about anyone else. Eventually you get down to your favorite fact. “Well... okay so somewhere I read it actually changed but I refuse to believe it. It was said that your favorite food is Chili Dogs and honestly, I loved that because I love Chili Dogs too... and besides, who has bread as their favorite food? Like what the hell? That’s just so basic and lame.” You end up making everyone laugh at this, lightening the mood from the darkness you’d spoken of just a few minutes prior.

After everything is said and done everyone besides Dick, Kara and Jason leave.

“Seriously! Send me a text soon.. I wanna know how everything goes, alright?” Jason hugs Roy tight one last time, promising to send him a text soon before he walks back over to join the triangle you, Dick and Kara stand in.

“You know he’ll be after you soon, right?” Dick asks.

“Yeah... I was hoping that maybe we could go somewhere for a while... and if he does come...”

“-Then you can always call me. Or Kara, you’ll help them right?” Dick turns to her.

“Of course! I just want to say I wish you the best of luck and please, please don’t hesitate to ask for help. Jason we can’t let him take her back.”

“Trust me... if there’s one thing I’m doing. I am NOT letting Bruce take her back to that place... trust me.” Jason wraps his arm around you shoulder, making you blush and try not to smile as you’d never had someone do that before.

“Thank you,” you tell Kara, thanking her for her offer and suggestions.

After goodbyes and promises that you’ll meet again and have brunch or some sort of get together with both Kara and Dick, Jason leads you out into the hallway. “Let’s go home.”

“Home?”

“Yeah... and I promise it’s not some sort of cardboard box.” Jason jokes, making you crack a smile as you feel you can’t laugh at his self-decrepitating jokes. 

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[yoonia]

Between Chocolates & Candy Canes (M)

➽ Character: Yoongi x reader x Jimin

➽ Genre/words: Smut, Crack, Oompa Loompa!au / 3,795 words

➽ Warning: public sex, threesome, spit roasting, so much filth, PWP smut, borderline crack

➽ a/n: Yes, this is merely a crack piece which is written with comedy purpose (although the outcome might not be speaking of it so much), so please don’t expect much of it and don’t question everything. Every bit of this fic will be pure imagination filled with filth, so I am asking for your forgiveness in advance to what it is you are about to read lol | tagging @jheartseok and @floralseokjin because you guys are responsible for this T.T

This day was supposed to be the best day of your life. After a long wait filled with curiosity, excitements and a bundle of nerves, you are finally here, walking between the other members in the tour group invited to visit the magnificent and renowned Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory. You are thankful to be in the older age group for the tour, since you know how being with younger kids would be much of a bother with continuous screaming, whining, and pretty sure they would be all over the place by now.

Being in teenage and up group means that the only guardian is the staff assigned by the man Willy Wonka himself―the one fact that had put you down, honestly, since you were quite hopeful of seeing him in the tour.

Yet being in older is also making you feel bored too easily with the whole tour. Sure, the sight you’ve been seeing are marvellous. You have passed by the garden filled with cotton candy and sugar canes, you witnessed how bubble gums are magically made, and how liquidy sweets passed through the pipes dangling above your head. But the moment you have reached the fudge room, you have grown bored. Yes, this tour is certainly made for much younger and innocent minds, because your adult mind could never stop questioning about the magical things you have seen, and have been more sceptical to how the machinery actually works.

By the time the boredom is taking over, you put your attention away from the show they had prepared for you to witness their process of creating the delectable sweets and pay much closer look into the Oompas surrounding you. In a glance, you would think they were all the same. Until you give your full attention to them and realize that after a while you could distinguish one to another. Around halfway into the tour, you could identify their faces―even point out the good looking ones―and their height differences. Not all of them are small or short, just the way they have described the Oompas through articles or commercials, when most that are doing the hard labours are nearly as tall and as big as yourself. 

Interesting, you muse as you take in their sights.

You are completely lost in your own world, in your own thoughts, that the moment you look ahead to your group, they are no longer there. Fuck, you curse in your mind when you realize that you have been left far behind.

You decide not to give up, however, confidently start to pace about and walk ahead. They should be on this track, right? You keep on guessing as you keep on walking, continuously convincing yourself, they can’t be far. But after a long exhausting walk, you have no other choice than admit to yourself that you are indeed lost. Your worn out legs take you to a field of gummy bears and candies, planted on the field of greens―which you silently guess is either synthetics or something eatable―with chocolate streams nearby, flowing from a chocolate fountain somewhere across the plane. The inner child in you would be screaming in joy by now, but your logic is now questioning if any of these objects are actually safe to be consumed for your tired self and hungry tummy.

Faint voices of bickering catch your attention, and you divert your eyes away to look around between the weird looking bushes made of cotton candies until you see them, two figures hidden between giant gummy bears arguing with one another. Desperately in need of help―and a way out of the crazy looking place that is so close of driving you insane―you walk cautiously towards them, hoping they are either any member of the tour group or the staff. Until you reach closer to finally get a clearer sight of them and to see that they are neither of whom you have hoped them to be.

You stop a few feet away from two Oompa Loompas who are too busy bickering to notice you there. The sight has you completely reluctant to disturb them, leaving you there to study them while you ponder on how―or whether you should―make your presence known to them. These two Oompas are much different than the others, you notice. Just like the hard labourers you’ve seen before, they are much bigger, almost a bit taller than you even. That is probably why they are here hiding in plain sight instead of appearing in the ridiculous shows you’ve seen before finding your way here.

It is the way your head starts to spin that has you deciding to call out to them, after wasting long minutes of witnessing their weird bickerings. "Excuse me?" you cautiously say to them after clearing out your dry throat. You can hear your heart pounding, afraid that your action of cutting them off from their arguments would have them getting angry at you, but they only stop and freeze before turning their heads, each of their faces void of any expressions.

"Yes?" said both Oompas.

"Can you help me? I think I'm lost,” you told them as they both come facing you.

“Of course, what’s your name?” says one of the Oompas, the one who seems to be the more friendly one.

“My name is Y/N,” you answer them while keeping your eyes to study each Oompa. Now that you are able to see them up close, you notice how they are much good looking compared to others. What a gem, you wonder without looking away.

“Hi, Y/N,” says the friendly looking one that has been smiling cheerfully since you first greeted them. “I’m Jimin, this is Yoongi,” he introduces himself and points out to his friend who has been squinting his eyes at you. “Sure, we’ll help you. But first, you need to help us out to clear our misunderstandings. Can you help us do that?” his smile turns into a grin as he speaks. “We can’t really go anywhere until we solve our little problem. It’s really unsettling to do so.”

You look back and forth between them with creased brows, “Umm― sure? I don’t know how I can help you out though,” you answer him with a shrug, completely unsure about it at first, but the need you have of finding your way home seems much more urgent right now. And it looks like they are your only hope as of this moment. “So what’s the problem?”

“Help us decide which one of us is bigger,” says Oompa Jimin without missing a beat, keeping a wide grin on his face.

“Uh― but―” you look at both simultaneously once more, more confused than ever, and completely unsuspecting to what’s to come. “I think both your heights are the same, though.”

The two Oompas starts chuckling as a response, and the grumpy looking Oompa Yoongi suddenly starts showing you a wicked grin. “Oh, we’re not talking about our body heights, love,” he growls in low voice, while both Oompas move their hands on the waistband of their pants.

Your eyes widen at the sight, your words get caught in your throat when you watch them untying their sweatpants in tune with one another. “Woah, wait― wait!” you scream out to them, making them stop by lifting your hands toward them. “Wha―what do you mean? What― what are you trying to do?”

They both stop. How they move and act almost in tune with each other, almost robotic and always on point is so close to making you laugh. And you would probably be laughing amusedly at them right now if not for how eager they seem to take their pants off. Both Oompas look at each other before looking back at you. “We’re asking you for help?” Oompa Jimin speaks first, followed by Yoongi. “We’re trying to show it to you.”

“Show me what―” you whine, but too powerless to argue or say anything. The long walk you had before as you were trying to find your way out of the factory’s confusing layout was already draining your energy too much. And then this― “Okay―” you take a deep breath to calm yourself, “―what is it exactly that you need me to compare?”

Both Oompas only grin at you―again, right on cue and not even missing any second of each other―before answering at the same time, “We are comparing this, of course,” they say to you as if it isn’t a big deal, merely seconds before they let go of their hold over their sweatpants and let them fall to their ankles.

You let out a yelp at the sudden move, totally unexpecting that they would actually let those pants off of their legs and reveal―well, the one problem they were referring to. You cover your mouth with your hands to hold back your gasp, yet for some reason, you can’t seem to divert your eyes away from what is now in front of you. “Oh, wow―” you speak up before you can even stop yourself, when you are much in awe―a bit too much, that is―at what you see.

You have seen the other Oompas―you’ve compared their looks, their body heights and weights, and when most of the times you had to remind yourself that they are not little children working for a factory, these two Oompas before you are doing a lot more than that. You have noticed earlier how their body and heights are much different, that you had given them a nickname down at the first glance as “giant Oompas”, now you what you see is most definitely defining that. “Those are―” you gasp and stop, the words already hanging on the tip of your tongue but you have no power to let it out by being in complete awe.

You definitely did not expect them to have such good sizes.

Your eyes can’t seem to drift away from the pair of cocks in front of you, each Oompa holding each of their own. You know you should look away, to refuse to do whatever they want to―okay, it’s probably too late since now you are staring at them and yes, you are actually comparing the two―and then run away to start looking for help elsewhere. You know you shouldn’t have your mouth watering or your entire body throbbing with desire.

This is wrong.

But the only thing your mind can process is how the dangling soft meats in their grip aren’t fully covered by the length of their palms, even when the one named Yoongi has much longer fingers and wider palm than the other. And they aren’t even fully erect. You can’t stop admiring how the tips seem more swollen and inviting. And you know you’re not supposed to be wondering what it’s like to touch it.

“I―I can’t―” You try to speak up, stuttering with your words when you can’t decide what to say, what to do, yet you can’t even force yourself to run away.

“Do you want to touch it?” Jimin suddenly speaks out, cutting you almost too innocently. And if the tone of his voice doesn’t show it much, the way his eyes are staring at you with wide curious eyes would show how he is completely oblivious to how sinful his request is.

Your eyes turn to look at the other Oompa who is staring at you, waiting patiently, and the moment you look back at Jimin, the only thing you do is nod your head. The smile that comes across his face seems so enthralling, calling for you to come over. And that’s exactly what you do next. Your legs start to move before you realize it and suddenly you are now right in front of them, standing with your eyes on them―well, on a certain part of them.

No one dares to say anything. The silence lets you listen to your own deep breathing and the sound of the streaming chocolate river surrounding you. Nobody says anything when you drop yourself to the ground and on your knees before raising your hands, wrapping your palms gently around their dangling meats on each palm after brushing their hands away.

You watch with wide eyes how your hands are wrapped around each one, and it is only when you feel the warmth on your palms―along with the pulses and twitches that come from them as you slightly tighten your hold―that your senses start coming back and you finally realize that you are not imagining things. 

You really have two huge cocks in your hands.

“S―so― what do you think?” The way Jimin is stuttering above you lets you know that they are feeling something, probably the same thing as to what you are feeling now. You turn to glance at Yoongi, and find his frown no longer apparent, yet his eyes are now mirroring Jimin’s curious stare, anticipating.

Curious to see what might happen, you brush both your thumbs over each tip, grazing over the soft skin and rubbing gently over the slits. And then, you start moving your hands to stroke.

You bite your lips as a soft gasp suddenly comes from your side, and you see Jimin looking down with his mouth agape, no words coming out of him. Meanwhile, Yoongi is starting to show more reaction, as his eyes are now fluttering while he grunts with strained voice, “Ugh, fu―”

All the reactions now seem to be pushing your curiosity even more, so you lean forward and take Jimin’s cock between your lips.

“Oh, oh―” he whines as he watches your lips wrapped around his shaft. You take as much as you can into your mouth, keeping your fingers circling around the remaining girth to hold him steady. With flatten tongue, you start moving your head, letting his cock slides in and out of your mouth in steady pace. You can feel how his shaft is slowly erecting and hardening inside the warmth of your mouth, his hands are clenching into fists on the sides of his body, as if he can’t decide where he should be placing them.

Turning your eyes back to Yoongi again, you catch how his curious eyes are set on you, as he takes in the sight of Jimin’s cock slipping through your lips each time your head bobs. You try to adjust how your palm is wrapping around his length―that has also turned fully erect after he watches the show happening in front of him silently―and you slowly start pumping him at the same pace as you are now moving your head. Yoongi seems to have a better self-control, however, as he moves one of his hand to wrap itself around yours and starts guiding you to pump in steady pace. And he is able to show you a devilish grin as to show you how he is enjoying what you are doing.

As you still have your eyes looking away from Jimin, you don’t see his hands moving until they land on your head, keeping you steady and stopping you from moving. You only understand the reason why when you notice how Jimin’s eyes are now glowing with a glint of delight, and his chest heaving intensely. Pulling yourself away from him, you wrap your hand around his shaft again and ask him while gently pumping the swollen girth, “Are you okay?”

The poor Oompa nods his head erratically, stuttering his words before he speaks in a breathless voice, “Yeah― Yeah, I’m okay. I just― it was―”

You can see how his cock is now completely swollen, and the way it is now looking all red and hot between your palms, you feel the warmth in your core building up, desperate for your own release. And by the way Yoongi is tightening his hand around yours, and how he starts bucking his hips when your hand starts to slow down, you know he is starting to let go to his own needs. You aren’t sure about it at first, but you know that it’s too late to stop anyway. The only way to go now is to move forward.

“Hey, Jimin?” you call out to the Oompa who is licking his lips, his body is already trembling so much each time you move your palm around his hard-on. “Why don’t you sit on that rock and let me help you, while I give Yoongi his turn?”

He stares at you, completely baffled at the thought. So you ask again, “I mean, do you want me to help you? I can stop if you want.”

“No, no―” he stutters, “Don’t stop, it felt good― I want―I want it. Please.”

You give him an encouraging nod and he hastily sets himself perched over a big rock on the ground the moment you let go of him, while you also let go of Yoongi so you can pull your skirt up to your hips and push your panties aside. You can hear Yoongi’s desperate grunts as your palm leaves his skin, and the moment you turn around, you can see him already pumping his own shaft with his own fist.

Showing him a coy grin and a wink, you walk over to Jimin, pushing his hand away from his cock and replace it with yours before you straddle him, your body facing away from Jimin and looking straight at Yoongi instead. “Are you ready, Jimin?” you ask him, looking over your shoulder while using your other hand to tease your own clit until you feel your arousal dripping onto the tip of your fingers.

“Yes―” he gasps. And you lower yourself down, positioning the tip on your heat before letting him slide between your wet entrance, straight in between your throbbing walls. “Oh, God―” he gasps, while his hands shoot up to grab a hold on to your waist, helping you down until your bottom cheeks land nicely on his hips.

You wince at the feeling of him filling you up, your walls throbbing around his shaft and sending delightful pleasure all through your body until you let out a loud moan. “You feel so good―” you mewl as you take your time to adjust to the feeling, already close to bursting even before you have a chance to do anything.

Opening your eyes when your body stops shuddering, you inhale a deep breath before moving your hips upward, stopping when you can feel him so close to sliding out of you, and then landing your body back down until you feel his tip reaching deeper. You repeat the movement a few more times, until it becomes easier for him to slide through your core the more your arousal is now coating him.

Your eyes land on Yoongi’s hand which is now moving so fast until his fist becomes a blur, and you call for him. “Come here, I’ll help you.”

Yoongi licks his lips and grins at you before taking a few steps towards you. Mirroring his sly grin, you smile at him again and takes his cock in your hand, now realizing how much it has grown. This place is so full of magic, you wonder as you take it between your lips.

He is much different compared to Jimin, you notice, the moment his hands land on your head and he starts pulling you gently, guiding you take more of him into your mouth. “Yeah― oh, you’re warm,” he releases a hiss when you lick the head. Pulling away to take a deep breath, you adjust your jaw until you are finally able to take him deeper, and after bobbing your head twice, you feel his tip nudging the back of your tongue.

Having your attention away completely from the one sitting beneath you, your hips move too sloppily with your mind focusing on sucking Yoongi’s girth, until Jimin bucks his hips, letting his presence known to you. A yelp escapes from you from the sudden thrust, followed by a deep moan when he quickens his pace, the grip around your waist also tightens as he keeps your body in your place. While the vibration is causing your moan to surge through all over the cock inside your mouth, allowing Yoongi to grunt at the pressure building inside him that he automatically starts thrusting his hips forward.

You place your hands on Yoongi’s hips, holding on tightly when their paces become faster and they keep thrusting into you harder each time, pushing your body back and forth to one another. The feeling of being filled from front to back becomes overwhelming that you start tearing up from both pleasure and pain. Your continuous cry is muffled by the girth that is moving in and out of your hot mouth, your heated walls are throbbing with intense pleasure threatening to burst.

Everything else becomes a blur as the ripples of bliss keep building up, again and again, as they somehow seem to be moving faster, until you finally explode. Your whole body trembles as jolts of pleasure take over your body, your legs are kicking over the ground and your nails digging into Yoongi’s skin.

Yet they keep on going. For how long, you might never know for you are already spiralling out of control in continuous spasms until you feel them exploding into you―Jimin comes first with a loud cry and a few whimpers, and followed by Yoongi who releases himself with a deep and long grunt.

Your body falls back to Jimin’s chest as soon as Yoongi pulls away from you. Keeping your eyes close, you take deep breaths to control yourself and your body, calming your senses from the intense pleasure you just got out of. The only sounds you hear next is the sounds of ragged breaths, before the stream is audible once again, and that’s when you open your eyes.

The sight in front of you has you completely baffled, when you see Yoongi still standing in front of you, his eyes closed as he takes in the pleasure, and his hand still wrapped around his girth, which is still looking hot and swollen. And by the way the shaft that is still buried inside of you twitches slightly as you wiggle your hips on Jimin’s lap, you know that the other is probably still looking the same way.

This is a magical place indeed.

“You know―” you speak to them with hushed, sultry voice, “―since I measured you each in different ways, I think I’m still having a hard time to decide which one is the winner. Why don’t you guys switch places to help me measure you better?”

a/n: I can’t seem to find the most fitting gif or image for this piece, let me know if you have any^^ And also, thanks for reading. I’m so sorry for what you’ve gone through :”)

Edit: the glorious edit of Oompa Yoonmin in courtesy of @floralseokjin which inspired this fic

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[shiroe-is-my-baby]

Foolish

Summary: “I think I’m in love with you… and that terrifies me” w Saeyoung

W: self-insert, angst

((This started off as a fluff but then slowly became an angsty one. But with Saeyoung I felt like I needed to gloss over it a bit. Only bc I really wanna just hold him and let him just know how loved he is bc damn T.T))

The soft hum of the fan was the only thing that could be heard besides the soft breaths of the man beside me. I stirred a bit, feeling his breath on the back of my neck. Saeyoung cuddles closed to me, but enough to give some space between us. It was the first time we had sept in the same bed, and we were both extremely nervous. We didn’t want to disturb the other at all or make anyone uncomfortable.

I honestly wasn’t all too worried. It was just like cuddling, which we do very often. Just over night and a little closer. But I knew that Saeyoung felt differently. I tried to tell him that it was okay, but I knew it’d take him a little while to get used to it. I’ll just be here whenever he’s ready to come a little closer.

“Are you asleep yet?” Saeyoung asked in a soft voice, sounding strangely cute in the darkness.

“Nope…”

I rolled over, looking up at him from what I could see in the dimly lit room. I saw his golden eyes glistening, his eyelids heavy as they fought against sleep. The look on his face was different. I half expected to see a goofy grin on his face, but instead he looked quite serious. It could have been just the sleep, but I wasn’t entirely sure.

“What’s up, Sae?” I asked, “Everything okay?”

“Yeah… uh… Maybe. I don’t know.”

“What do you mean?”

I raised my eyebrows, leaning closer to see his face a little better. Saeyoung’s mouth twisted into a half smile, but it seemed strained. It didn’t feel like his usual happy smile. I knew when he was hiding something. It made me nervous, and I began to wonder if I did something wrong. But then I remembered it was Saeyoung… and he had his own battles that he was constantly fighting. It wasn’t personal.

“Can I tell you something?” He asked, “Promise me that you’ll think about it. Before you answer.”

“Of course, Saeyoung. Anything.”

He nodded, glancing away from me and looking up at the ceiling for a moment. I swallowed hard, a lump in my throats starting to form. I was worried about what he was going to say, but I was going to be there for him through it. I’ve always been there for him.

He sighed, eyes staying locked on the ceiling as he spoke softly. “I think I’m in love with you… and that terrifies me,” He said, his voice slightly deep and shaky. My eyes widened, surprised and shocked by his words. I should have expected it. He and I had became close over the past few months. I used to come over all the time, until I basically never left.

Saeyoung was my best friend. He had been there for me through difficult times. I tried to be there for him in that same way. For him, it’s a lot different. But now that I heard that he loved me I felt happy and discouraged at the same time. It was real. This whole thing finally had a definition. It was much stronger than just close friends or a couple that liked each other a lot.

He loved me.

He was in love with me.

I understood why he said it terrified him. I had the same feeling in my chest. It was tight, pushing against my lungs and forcing the air from them. I wished that I could just be happy that the guy I had strong feelings for loved me, but I couldn’t get comfortable. Not yet.

“Saeyoung, I…”

“I’m sorry. I wanted to tell you this differently, but I can’t sleep. You’re the only thing on my mind right now.”

His words settled in my mind, and I could barely hear him over the sound of my heart racing. He wanted me to think it over, but I already knew my answer. I just wasn’t sure if he’d like it or want to hear it. And that’s why I was scared. I was afraid that I’d answer, and it would be the wrong one.

Shifting onto my side, I rested my head against the pillow and looked at Saeyoung. He still wasn’t looking at me, his eyes now closed. I wasn’t sure if he was waiting for me to speak or if he was thinking. My eyes followed his form, taking him in like it was the last. I watched his chest heave in soft breaths, trying to calm myself down by just looking at him.

“What… does this mean… for you?” I asked, nervously.

“That’s the thing… I don’t really know. I thought I did. I honestly thought I could control myself, but… that didn’t happen.”

“Well, can I tell you something?”

His eyes fluttered open, and he turned to look at me. The glow of his eyes caused me to shudder. There was a tension between us that I hadn’t ever felt before. It was strange, and I really didn’t like it. I wanted us to go back to the cheery couple we had been yesterday. Or a few hours ago when we were watching cheesy rom coms and laughing our asses off.

I pushed myself up onto my forearm, looking into his eyes while I mewled over my answer. It took me a while to figure it out, but I couldn’t change my mind. I couldn’t hold back my response.

I’m sorry, Saeyoung.

“I’m also in love with you,” I said, my cheeks turning bright red.

For a moment, the entire world stood still. It was like the two of us paused, neither of us taking a single breath. The words were heavy, and they had so much impact. But it needed to be said. I’d thought long and hard about this, and I wasn’t turning back now.

“Ashley,” He said, “Are you sure? You could have someone so much simpler than me. Someone who… has an easier life. Someone better for you than me.”

“But I don’t want that. I don’t want anyone else. You’re the only one that I want.”

Saeyoung sighed, leaning up and grasping the back of my neck. Pulling me close to him, he pressed his forehead to mine. The warmth spread throughout my body, causing tears to prick the corners of my eyes. He pursed his lips, eyes closed to hide his own tears that were starting to form.

But then, he chuckled. It wasn’t a hearty, light hearted chuckle. It was deep, resonating through his chest and causing goosebumps to spread throughout my skin. His eyes opened, searching my own through the darkness.

“You’re so foolish… but… I guess I’m more of an idiot for letting you in.”

“Don’t say that, Sae. You deserve to be loved.”

“I don’t… But thank you for saying that. You’re really too good for me.”

Grasping his chin, I lifted his face up to my own. Tears began to flow down my face, hitting the sheets down below. Saeyoung’s eyes softened, watching with hurt in his eyes. I know he blames himself for causing me this pain, but I know that it isn’t his fault. All I want is to show him just how much he deserves to be loved and adored. How bad I want to be that person.

“I’d risk anything for you. You are worth it,” I whispered.

Without a second thought, I pressed my lips against his softly. His muscles tensed, lips halting in a state of shock. I pressed myself against him, tears continuously falling down my face. I begged him to kiss me back, hold me and just be happy. He really deserved it. He just needed to see that.

“Sae, please,” I whispered against his lips.

Like a switch turned on in his brain, he pressed into me in return and kissed back roughly. I yelped in surprise, feeling his hand grasp my arm. His lips felt hasty, but I began to taste his own tears that had started to fall. It wasn’t until I pulled away again when I saw the glistening on his cheeks and in his eyes.

“You’re such a fool, Ashley.”

“I might be,” I said, brushing hair from his face, “But I can’t imagine myself without you.”

I brushed his tears away with my thumb, seeing the man that I love start to crumble in front of me. Lying back down onto the bed, I pulled him down and let him lie his head on my chest. Saeyoung held me tightly, shielding his face from me a soft sobs escaped his lips. I couldn’t help but cry myself, lacing my fingers through his hair and gently massaging his scalp.

I’d let him cry on me forever if he needed. He deserved all of the attention in the world. He deserved all of my attention. All of my love. Everything I can do for Saeyoung I will. No matter if I’m foolish or not.

[girls-scenarios]

Guardian angels: Jiminel.

Idol: Jimin(AOA).

Summary: Guardian angel AU.(No one asked for it but i love this series so imma finish it. Please let me know what you think.)

A/N: Some mentions of death and depression.

Guardian angel series: Choya //Jiminel //Yunaria //Hyejeong.Linus //Minaring //Seolhyunari //Chanmi T.T

Jiminel:

Case #19753

Name: Ethan King.

Gender: Male.

Age: 26 years old.

Issue: Lost his way. Doesn’t know where to turn. Needs guidance to get him back on path.

Previously assigned angels: Yunaria(unable to guide, removed), Hyejeong.Linus(removed herself, unable to cope), seolhyunari(unable to guide, removed).

WARNING: DO NOT INTERFERE!

Jimin was used to dealing with adults, it was what she was best at. However as adults need more guidance than children she often had to spend more time protecting them. It often made it harder to not interact but she kept to the rules (most of the time anyway). She was prone to letting people know there was something watching over them without directly exposing herself.

Ethan was her current job. He had been her most difficult task. She had tried her best to guide him but he resisted her help, he even ignored her signs to show she was there. She followed him wherever he went but still no luck. He just didn’t want the help. It was almost as if he was blind to the world around him.

“Jiminel.” She heard from behind her; it was the high angel. Jimin bowed in respect.

“His condition is getting worse, if you don’t do something soon we’re afraid he’ll do something to hurt himself. You will be taken off this case if you don’t start making an impact. Do you understand?” The high angel was always condescending. Jimin nodded, she knew this was coming. She didn’t know how to help him, he didn’t want her help or anyone’s help for that matter. Others had tried and failed. If Jimin couldn’t do it, then it would be down to Choa and she already has her hands full. Chanmi and Mina were incapable of dealing with a case like this. This was her last chance. She was his last hope.

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He stayed in his home all day, didn’t answer the phone, didn’t eat, didn’t even sleep. He just lied on his sofa staring blankly at the walls.  He really worried Jimin. She reached out to touch his shoulder but as she did he shuddered and moved away from her She wasn’t getting anywhere.

She stared at him, she had never really seen how good looking he was. His thick black hair was pushed back allowing her to see his eyes. They were an emerald green empty and hollow as if he didn’t have anything left in him. He showed no emotion.

He rested his head next to Jimins legs. Some of his hair flopped down onto his face. She wanted to brush it out of the way but she couldn’t. She kept thinking about how many rules she had broken, she had been told if she breaks one more rule they will strip her of her duties and she will be mortal. She couldn’t risk that but maybe he was worth it. She had watched him for so long now, she had begun to fall for him. Maybe she could show herself for a minute; only a minute. ‘No, the high angel would know. She always knows.’

She remembered being briefed about him. He had moved to Seoul from England when he was 20. He needed to escape; escape his family, his friends, his past. Little did he know, moving would make things worse. He tried making friends, he even started dating but no one could lift him out of the hole he was in. His mind had gone to the darkest place it could go and never returned. He isolated himself; stopped seeing his friends and his girlfriend. He lost himself. Ethan had lost his way with the world, he felt he didn’t have a reason to be here. It was as if he had no purpose.

He got to a point where he started filtering things that happened. People would die on the news and he just wouldn’t care. He paid no attention. He had become weathered like a rock in a storm. The trials and tribulations of the world had worn him down, he was giving up.

Jimin studied her surrounded. Dirty dishes had begun piling up by the sink, his dirty clothes had begun forming a mountain by his bed, all his plants had begun to wilt and fall apart. He had no life left in him, nothing left to give the world.

Jimin couldn’t sit around any more, she had tried so hard but it wasn’t enough. She kneeled down by his head and channeled all her energy. Ethan looked up for a brief moment and saw a mist forming in front of him. He reached out, the strange vapour was cold to the touch and swirled around his hand. Sitting up he saw a petite figure form from the mist. The figure looked up at him, her dark eyes were wide and full of sadness. He examined her face for a moment. Her wavy dark hair framed her face and her long fringe almost covered her eyes. Her dainty lips formed a small smile and he couldn’t help but smile back. ‘I haven’t seen him smile in months’ Jimin thought to herself. She gave off an aura of positivity, which made Ethan feel the need to pull her close and never let go. He couldn’t take his eyes off her.

“What are you?” it was almost a whisper.

“I’m your guardian.” She wasn’t sure what else to say. They had never communicated on this level before.

“You are the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen. Am i dreaming right now?” He was in complete disbelief.

“This is not a dream. It is my job to protect you. I have been unsuccessful and this was the only thing i could do. You were lost and i failed to help you back on track. I thought maybe if i talked to you i could save you.” He could see how desperate she was.

“I don’t need help. I don’t need saving. Go back to wherever you’re from and let me go. Please.” He was begging her, he didn’t want Jimin to waste her time on someone as worthless as him.

“I’ve risked everything for you, don’t you dare think I’m giving up on you now.” She cupped his chin. “Please let me help you.I don’t want to let you go.” She really had fallen in love with him. No matter how worthless he felt, he had begun to mean so much Jimin. If she lost him she might lose herself. “Please.” She begged. Her eyes began to tear up.

“What can you do for me? I can’t be helped.” He couldn’t understand how she could help.

“You just need to be pushed in the right direction. I’ve tried to help but you ignored it every time. You need to feel like you are wanted and your friends and family didn’t treat you that way. But i want you, I can make you feel loved and needed.” Tears were falling down Ethans face, he couldn’t control them. Jimin wiped them away and pulled him close to her. “I promise to look after you, I won’t let you go.” She squeezed him tightly and felt relieved he had trusted her. His tears were soaking into Jimins shirt and his whole body was shaking.

Suddenly Jimin felt a pain in her chest; it was the high angel.

“Ethan i need to go, but i’ll be back soon. Okay?” reluctantly, she let him go. He was hesitant to let go of her too, he was afraid she wouldn’t come back.

“I promise I’ll return soon. Don’t worry.” She gave a weak smile, she was not looking forward to her meeting.

~~~~

The large oak doors leading to the high angels office felt out of place to Jimin, in this world of pure nothingness. She breathed a heavy sigh before banging on the door.

“Come in.” The short sentence conveyed so much disappointment. Jimin pushed the door open and stepped inside.

She looked around the office knowing full well it would be her last time. She had witnessed many angels walk in and walk out without their wings. The office was lined with bookshelves from top to bottom of the walls. Filled with books from angel law to angels in religious texts to fairy tales. The high angels desk was positioned in the middle of the room, looking straight at the entrance doors. Jimin walked over cautiously to the chair in front of the desk; not looking up from the ground for even a second. She stayed silent and twiddled with her thumbs until she was spoken to.

“You were one of the best.” She could hear the pain in the high angels voice. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.” Jimin swallowed hard and looked up.”You’ve failed me Jiminel and for that you are stripped of your guardian duty.” a stern frown spread across the high angels pale face.

“So I’m mortal again?” the high angel nodded. Jimin looked down again, she had been holding back her tears for far too long. She was afraid to go through life again, it caused pain for her last time. This time she had Ethan, she would not be alone. She just hoped he would always need her.

“I’m sorry Jiminel, but if you just stuck to the rules this wouldn’t have happened. You are dismissed and can never return.” Jimin stood up from her seat and moved towards the door. She hesitated before pushing the door open.

“If i hadn’t have interfered he would’ve died. You and I both know that. I’m not sorry for doing what I did.” and with that she left.

She knew in her heart she had done what was right. Sometimes the rules can’t be followed and Jimin was glad she broke them. 

Ethan needed her and she needed Ethan.

~Admin Kitty.