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sevlgi · 3 years

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hit and run

requested: no

group: blackpink

pairing: rosé x fem!reader

genre: a shit ton of angst, some fluff

contents: idol!rosé, actress!y/n, closeted!rosé, costar!au, slight enemies-to-lovers, unhappy endings because i’m a bitch, a lot of attempted cinematic parallels, italicized dialogue is when they’re speaking as their characters

warnings: slight homophobia

synopsis: There’s absolutely no reason for you to get involved with a costar who you should hate by all accounts. But of course, you manage to forget that love is usually more like a hit-and-run than a cruise ship.

a/n: while i was writing this, i imagined this as what happened before rosie sang “gone”, so maybe you can think of it like that too? i’m honestly so terrified of this flopping lmao...

for a little background on the film: Y/N plays Luna, a pirate captain who unknowingly sacrificed her family in order to have the power to fight the regime that Rosé’s character Helen is a part of. Helen approaches Luna, determined to help her bring justice, but Helen is unable to choose between the benefits of staying with the regime, and following what she knows is right and destroying her life as a result.

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The last thing you want to hear on the morning of your first script reading is that the actress playing your love interest in the film has changed.

“What?” you say loudly, straightening in the backseat. Your manager frowns, and you sit obediently, but the scowl doesn’t leave your face. “What do you mean the actress changed?”

“Yeah. She had to leave the movie at the last minute,” he sighs.

Sooyoung was chosen alongside you, after lengthy interviews testing whether the two of you would be able to handle your characters’ dynamic. It took weeks for the director to decide that you were the pair that she wanted, so the news that you’ll be meeting your costar for the first time in front of paparazzi is quite the shock to your system. “Shit. Then who’s the replacement?”

Your manager presses his lips together firmly before answering, “Park Chaeyoung. She’s an idol.”

You groan and slump down again. “Great. Another idol actress? Please don’t tell me that this is her first role too. Oh god, is she straight?”

“Yes to all of the above,” Chan says tensely.

Maybe you’re being dramatic, but it’s honestly a big deal. It’s the first leading role you’ve bagged, especially in a mainstream LGBTQ+ movie, and Sooyoung was the best costar you could’ve picked. You’ve never met Park Chaeyoung before, and you already know that all your plans are going to be messed up.

Chan pulls the car into the parking lot, and you scowl when you realize that most of the paparazzi have arrived. “We’re going around the back. Y/N, promise me one thing: don’t make a scene, okay?” your manager pleads. “I’m not happy about it either, but Chaeyoung has a good reputation. You’ll just ruin yours if you blow up at her.”

“I promise,” you answer through gritted teeth. You slip through the open side door as soon as you get out of the car, ignoring Chan’s call after you to have a good time like you would’ve.

To make matters worse, you don’t even get a chance to talk to the director or Chaeyoung before you’re swarmed by a crowd of reporters, even if that ‘talk’ would’ve consisted of more yelling than anything. “Y/N, Y/N!”

“Okay, let her up!” Seulgi shouts, pushing her way through. She grips your arm to lead you towards the cast table, whispering under her breath, “I’ll explain later. But just run with it, okay?”

You have plenty of problems with idol actresses, but you’ve never been inclined to say all those problems to their faces. Until now, that is. Now, you’re sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with a girl you know has absolutely no credentials to be playing the other role in your upcoming movie, resisting the urge to ball your script up and throw it in her face.

There’s nothing wrong with Park Chaeyoung as a person-- she’s admittedly gorgeous, probably sweet, and you’re sure she isn’t a bad actress in any sense. The only thing wrong with the situation is that she’s painfully straight and auditioning to be your love interest in what might be Korea’s first mainstream lesbian film, and that you have never spoken to her before.

Chaeyoung avoids your stare with a clenched jaw, and in normal circumstances, you would already be apologizing profusely for making her uncomfortable. In this circumstance, though, your obvious grudge against her only contributes to the dynamic her character is supposed to have with yours.

“Miss Kang, is it true that the actors were only picked today?”

The director grimaces, and the both of you turn to look at the cameras flashing by the sides of the room. It was never the plan to allow paparazzi to sit in on the first reading that you and Chaeyoung would be doing together, especially since it’s true that Chaeyoung was only chosen hours ago, after the original actress bailed. Even though your grudge should be against the girl who left, it’s easier to glare at the one sitting next to you. “Not exactly. Y/N has been confirmed for the role of Luna for months, but we recently added Chaeyoung as Helen. But we can assure that their chemistry will be wonderful,” Seulgi reassures the audience. What a lie.

Yet another reporter calls out, “How much of the script will we be seeing today, and when will the trailer be released?”

“Since the casting was changed today, the trailer has been delayed,” Seulgi says. You can hear the panic in her voice, and clear your throat. “As for the script… we’re only doing part of one scene that will show up in the trailer today, so we’ll just let them begin. Y/N?”

As you take a sip of water to prepare yourself, you almost hope that Chaeyoung messes up her part. It would be bad press, sure, and it would only contribute to Seulgi’s stress, but it would be satisfying for her to realize that she doesn’t deserve her part. She’s just an idol, after all, and she’s taking away representation from the people who need it.

“Are you saying you’re better than me?” you begin, your voice ice-cold.

You watch Chaeyoung’s throat bob, but her voice is steady and clear when she says her line. “No! I’m not saying that I’m better than you… but by all accounts, there’s no way you should have this power.”

“Would you be less scared then?” You pause, watch as Chaeyoung’s expression changes to the panic that her character’s would. “I’m kidding, Helen. I did things to get these powers, things that I’m not proud of.”

“Why would you do that? You’re strong… you don’t need them.”

“I’ve never been-- shit.” The tips of your ears start to burn, and suddenly, your lines are swimming before your eyes. Maybe all your hoping and wishing that Chaeyoung messes up has reflected onto you instead.

She attempts to remind you, “I haven’t always--”

“I know,” you hiss, but your voice is too loud in the silent room. Chaeyoung turns bright pink, too, but you still can’t seem to say your lines out loud. Shit, shit, shit--

“I’m just trying to help,” she sighs.

You whip your head to glare at her, and she winces at the daggers you send in her direction. “Shut the hell up--”

“Okay, the script reading will end here,” Seulgi announces loudly, and you bite down hard on your tongue. You don’t dare to look at the other cast members, don’t dare to think about how they must be guilting you for cutting their PR short. “Thank you everyone, please leave with security.”

You stay in your seat, staring at your script with burning eyes until you feel a hand on your shoulder and jolt. “Hey,” Chaeyoung reminds you, “we can leave.”

“Don’t touch me” is your only answer, and you storm out of the room. Alone.

The next time you see Chaeyoung is the next day, at a script-reading that the paparazzi knows nothing about. (You do see a friend request from a Park Chaeyoung the night before, but you ignore it.)

Seulgi attempts a smile, but it doesn’t hide the bags under her eyes. She claps and raises her voice to get the cast’s attention. “Okay, everyone. We didn’t get what we wanted yesterday, but that’s fine. Um… let’s try yesterday’s scene from Chaeyoung’s part, okay? From ‘you don’t need them’.”

Chaeyoung nods. “You’re strong… you don’t need them,” she starts, worry tinging into her voice.

“I haven’t always been strong,” you reply, your voice harsher than it should be just to stop yourself from messing up again.

“Still. Powers aren’t everything, Luna, it’s too hard to have them.”

You sigh. “Newsflash, princess. It’s harder not to.”

“But--” Chaeyoung interjects.

“Did you ever think,” you cut her off, “that I didn’t care that it’d be hard? Did you ever think that the rest of us are tired of you abusing the thing that you’re given, but we have to fight for?”

You look right to Seulgi once you finish, ignoring the part underneath that says you should look to Chaeyoung at the end of the scene. The director smiles anyway. “That was great, you two. I think you capture the tension perfectly, which is a relief.”

You fight the urge to laugh. “I know that changing our main cast so close to the actual production is really difficult,” Seulgi sighs. “And I’m really sorry to inconvenience you all. The schedule is really squished now, and we just have to work through it. Chaeyoung, Y/N, all I ask is that you try to work together, okay? I know you’ll be amazing together.”

Chaeyoung speaks, possibly for the first time besides her lines. “Of course, Ms. Bae. I’ll do my best.”

“I’m sure. We have to cut this short, again, but we’re scheduled for costume fitting right now,” Seulgi groans. “We have to at least get the outfits for the trailer to fit. Sorry, everyone. Down the hall, okay?”

Of course, you and Chaeyoung have to get fit together. The only sound in the hallway is that of her heels clicking on the wood, and you resist the urge to shout at her to stop. Luckily, you arrive in the fitting room before you can.

Your eyes widen at the dress hanging there. It’s incredible, even without the layers that would support the skirt-- you can’t even imagine how the beading and pink silk would look on Chaeyoung. Ethereal, probably. “Y/N, yours is here,” the costume director laughs, beckoning you over.

Even though your own outfit isn’t nearly as opulent, you can’t help but admire the gold detailing on the cuffs and the tailoring. “Thank god yours doesn’t take so much sewing,” the director grunts, pinning the side. “You know, the two of you are going to look fantastic in these, even if we have to spill all that blood on them to shoot the trailer.”

“Sooyoung would’ve looked better.” It’s mean, and it’s a low blow, but the director doesn’t take your bait.

She pokes her head out to where Chaeyoung’s being fitted. “Now? Okay, Y/N, go out there. We need to take a look at the two of you together.”

You can’t stop your jaw from dropping when you see Chaeyoung. She’s all candyfloss hair and gold adorning her tiny waist, and in all her glory, you can’t stop yourself from thinking that maybe she was made for the role. “You look really good,” she compliments softly.

Nodding stiffly, you turn for the seamstresses. Chaeyoung moves to fiddle with her gloves when she realizes that you have absolutely no interest in continuing the conversation.

Well, if there’s one thing you can nitpick about her, it isn’t how she looks; she looks absolutely perfect for the role of Princess Helen, maybe even more perfect than Sooyoung.

One of the costume directors steps in. “Okay, you can get changed out, but you have to come back in a few hours,” she tells you. “We have to make a lot of changes, then fit you again.”

You step down from the podium, going towards your dressing room without a second thought until Chaeyoung calls for you. “Y/N? Do you want to have lunch later? In your trailer or something?”

“Sure,” you answer, barely glancing back. When you do, all you see is her with shiny puppy eyes, and in her giant gown, it’s eerily similar to the role she’s supposed to be playing.

“It’s nice. You’ve decorated it?”

You nod absentmindedly, clearing the narrow couch off for yourself to sit on, since Chaeyoung has taken the only chair that could fit in the trailer. “Yeah. I mean, I’ve had it for a few months, so.”

She winces. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” you frown. Chaeyoung apologizes too much, but at least she’s upfront about whatever she has to say.

Your costar sighs, “For usurping the role? You must’ve gotten attached to Sooyoung, and it’s got to be horrible for me to just… arrive like this.”

“You know… that’s part of it.” You can’t lie; a big part of the resentment you hold against Chaeyoung is the fact that she took a role meant for someone else, someone you were friends with. “The other thing… I don’t like idol actresses,” you tell her.

Chaeyoung’s brows furrow, and she leans forward. “Why? I mean, why don’t you?”

You pause to think about it. “Well… I mean, think about it like this. Sooyoung and my auditions went for weeks before we were chosen, as a pair. Didn’t you get this role because you were an idol? You had to audition, sure, but I bet you just flashed a few smiles and read the script and got chosen. How is that fair?”

She opens her mouth to speak, but you hold your hand up and continue, “And the other thing. You’re straight.”

Chaeyoung chokes on air at that, spluttering, “What? You hate me because I’m straight?”

“No,” you say incredulously, “Well, I don’t hate you. But you being straight, and landing the lead role in a film like this… you’re taking away representation. And that’s kind of shitty of you.”

The air inside the trailer becomes suffocating, and Chaeyoung’s fiddling with the jacket in her lap finally stops when she throws it aside and stands up. She sounds like she’s about to cry when she says quietly, “Have you ever considered that I’m not straight? It’s not… it’s not that easy to be out about it--”

“Oh, cry me a river,” you groan. “Look, I apologize for assuming, but if you want to act in lesbian roles, you can’t pretend to be straight. It’s all for your fans, isn’t it? Another part of being an idol--”

She stands up, then storms right out of the trailer without another word, the door banging closed. The only thing you can do in response is sigh and utter a quiet, “Shit”.

Perhaps it’s just your luck that the first proper scene you have to film with Chaeyoung is your culminating kiss scene.

It shouldn’t be in the trailer at all-- according to the scene schedule, the two of you would’ve filmed your scenes together in chronological order, and the kiss would’ve been at the end, hopefully after a reconciliation between the two of you. However, for some inexplicable reason, it’s going to be the first one you do, without a single second of rehearsal.

You’re a one-take wonder, and you always have been, but you can’t help but think about how impossible it’s going to be to pull off such an intense scene with someone you just fought with. Sighing, you lean over to fiddle with your hair; it’s slightly tangled now, and there’s a fake scrape on the side of your cheek.

At a side, Chaeyoung is similarly beat up, fake blood smeared on the left side of her face. Her long hair has been put in an updo and then taken down, and parts of her dress are ripped; to you, she looks more like Helen than herself now.

“Okay, everyone, are we ready? Positions, please!”

You arrange yourself on the ground where you should be, holding a handkerchief to your cheek like instructed as Chaeyoung stands by the camera to run to you. Exhaling sharply, your eyes meet hers for the first time in days. “Action!”

Chaeyoung sprints to you as soon as she’s cued, falling in front of you in a heap. “Luna,” she gasps, reaching a gloved hand out to the ‘injured’ half of your face.

“I’m fine,” you smile weakly. The camera hovers by Chaeyoung’s shoulder, and you soften your gaze as much as possible as your hand comes up to hers.

The other girl only moves closer, her eyes scanning yours and her dress surrounding the both of you like a sea of gauze. Her nose is almost brushing up against yours, and you mutter softly, “Be careful. I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want.”

“Well, what do you want?” Chaeyoung implores, almost inaudible. Her breath quivers, and you feel it when you reach forward to cup her jaw. “Luna, what do you want right now?”

“I’m not making a move until you tell me to,” you shake your head.

The blonde’s hands slip off your face, and she braces herself on your thighs instead. She laughs breathily, “Coward.”

“Your coward, huh?”

Chaeyoung pauses, scraping her teeth across her bottom lip. It’s so quiet that you think you could hear a pin drop, and the torches held up by the crew flicker across her face so naturally. “If you want to be.”

There’s probably another line that comes after, but with Chaeyoung so close to you, it swims blurrily in your mind. So instead, you just lean up, pull her down, and connect your lips.

She plays along, thankfully, stumbling slightly in her character’s eagerness to get a little closer. The only thing you can hear is Chaeyoung’s slight gasp when you let your hands wander down to her waist, and it’s almost scary how absorbed you are in the scene.

“Okay, cut!” Seulgi’s shout breaks you from your trance, and you hold your hands up as if in surrounder. Chaeyoung’s cheeks are red yet again when she sits up, staring anywhere other than you.

Your director hops off her chair to run towards you, a huge grin on her face. “That was perfect,” she shouts. “Y/N, I think you forgot a line? But it worked out amazingly. The one-take wonder, right?”

You grin when she pats you on the shoulder, a little harder than necessary. Apparently, all your worries were for nothing, as you and Chaeyoung stand to monitor your own shot in the screen next to Joohyun.

You can’t even hear all the praise she showers on the two of you, and you pay no attention to all the details she points out that apparently showcase your perfect chemistry with your costar. All you feel is a slight squeeze on your hand, hidden in the mess of fabric by your side.

You jolt awake at the sound of your phone ringing loudly by your side, finding an unknown number as the caller ID. Accepting hesitantly, you greet, “Hello?”

“Y/N? Did Chan give me the right number?”

Oh. It’s Chaeyoung. “Yeah.” You clear your throat in an attempt to sound a little less drowsy, then repeat, “Right number. Why’d you ask Chan?”

“Well, it’s kinda hard to find you when you never accepted my request,” she laughs quietly. “Um, I have to record the OST today, and I was wondering whether you’d want to come watch? Chan said you didn’t really have any scenes later today.”

“Um. Okay. I’ll ask Chan to bring me,” you answer, then hang up. Your head swims slightly, partially due to the fact that you woke up to the piercing sound of your ringtone and partially because you just don’t understand why Chaeyoung’s reaching out again. You should be the one apologizing, after the tangent you went off on, and you highly doubt that your kiss scene doubled as an apology. Of course, you’ll take it.

Your manager is more than pleased to pick you up this time, but thankfully, he doesn’t question you. If he did, he’d probably be the one you shouted at.

The studio is honestly too small for two people, probably hastily set up, but you recognize the recording equipment from a video of Chaeyoung recording one of her group’s songs. And you recognize the girl already standing in the recording booth, waving you over. “Hi,” she smiles, and for all you try, you don’t see a hint of malice.

“Hey,” you mumble, taking a seat. “Uh… I’m sorry.”

“Wow, straightforward,” she tries to joke. “What for?”

You scratch the back of your neck, sighing, “For assuming, for blowing up on you, for… I don’t know, kind of everything. I’m an asshole, even if what I said wasn’t wrong.”

Chaeyoung chuckles, fiddling with the mic. “I mean, I appreciate the apology, but I wasn’t great either. You definitely had some truth behind what you said, even if it was kind of too to the point.”

“I know. You were just trying to apologize and help us become civil, and I kind of ruined it,” you hum. The other girl adjusts the lyric stand as you continue, “But I’m hoping you understand why I had to say what I did?”

“I do,” she agrees. “You’re definitely right that it’s not good representation at all, I just wish you had heard me out.”

You nod uncomfortably, changing the way you sit on the couch just to distract yourself. “So… you’re gay? I’m just asking because I don’t think I’ve ever heard you talk about it, and I’ve seen plenty of your interviews.”

“So you watch my interviews?” Chaeyoung teases. When you scowl, she just smiles, “I can’t say specifically, but I am confused. You said last time that it’s just another part of being an idol, and you’re… you’re right. It’s taboo for idols to be gay, even though Korea’s opening up to it a bit more now. So even though I want to, I don’t think I can ever be out about it.”

“I understand. And I’m sorry,” you say quietly.

She swallows, throat bobbing. “Thank you. Hey, Y/N… would you mind singing with me?”

“What?” You stare up at her incredulously; it’s not like your singing would make the other girl faint on the spot, but you definitely don’t possess an angelic voice like hers, either.

But maybe it’s an olive branch. “Just… can you match this note?” She hums, and you attempt to create the same pitch. “Okay. Can you do the chorus part in that key, while I do it in the main one? We’ll sound better like that,” Chaeyoung offers.

Against your better judgement, you stand, and shuffle into the recording booth next to her. “If this sounds bad, you’re taking the blame,” you warn, and she giggles while twisting the stand so you can see.

You do sound good together, maybe to a level that you would’ve never anticipated.

You know that something’s off when Chan doesn’t wake you up bright and early on your birthday, even if Seulgi already promised that you wouldn’t have to go to work on the day of. After spending many a birthday with him, you’ve already gotten used to him tugging you up just to take you outside and celebrate somehow.

You know something’s especially off when you hear a female voice cursing from your kitchen, and smell something burning.

“Who the shit-- Chaeyoung?”

The girl turns in surprise, caught red-handed with a piece of burnt toast pinched between her fingers. “Um. Hi?” she offers weakly.

Suddenly self-conscious, you cross your arms over the faded sweatshirt you wear. In your own apartment, Chaeyoung is leagues more put-together in the summery dress she wears, her dyed hair tossed in a braid and glitter shining at the corners of her eyes. “Hello?”

“Chan said you wouldn’t be awake for a few hours,” she sighs, shaking her head as she tosses the toast in the trash. “And I wasn’t supposed to burn the toast.”

“What were you supposed to do?” you question, stepping closer. There’s a cake box on the counter, as well as a couple suspicious tubes of icing right by it, and you think you know what’s going on.

Chaeyoung huffs out an exasperated breath. “I was supposed to surprise you. Chan has something going on at home, so he sent me to supervise your birthday instead. Obviously, I messed that up.”

“It’s fine,” you shrug, taking a seat at the counter and reaching for the icing. “I’ve always wanted to decorate a cake anyway.”

She looks surprised at that, but a smile breaks out across her face. “Really?”

“Really,” you confirm. It’s partially a lie, but you’re decently sure that Chaeyoung will refuse to let you do most of the work anyways. “Uh. I’ll just change first, and then we can get that going?”

“Yeah,” she grins, and you take it as your cue to scurry off to the bedroom.

By the time you come back, there’s a plate of not-burnt toast on your counter, and Chaeyoung’s pouring out two glasses of the juice that you can never bring yourself to buy because of the price tag. “I hope you like it, this is one of my favorites.”

“Like it? I love this,” you gasp, surging forward to pick up one of the glasses. “It’s expensive as hell, though.”

“Well, I couldn’t get you a gift, so I thought a nice morning would suffice,” Chaeyoung laughs. She unties the bow on the cake box to reveal a completely bare vanilla cake, a few packets of sprinkles that you hadn’t noticed now lying next to it. “Do you want to start?”

“Oh, sure.” You choose the blue icing after a bit of debating, and pick up the spatula that your costar offers you. “You didn’t have to, though, I would’ve been okay on my own today.”

Chaeyoung shrugs, “I mean, I didn’t have anything else to do, and I wouldn’t like to be alone on my birthday.”

“How do you usually celebrate?” you question, glancing up at her.

She pauses to think, then answers, “Well, I do live with my members, so we’ll get something to eat. Sometimes, we’re on vacation, so we just do what we can, but I like staying in the dorm to receive the things that their families send me.”

“It sounds sweet.”

“It is,” she grins. “I honestly don’t know what I would do on my own, it seems lonely-- Oh. I’m sorry.”

“What for? It is kind of lonely,” you admit, squeezing a glob of icing out. It’s definitely not as graceful as you would’ve appreciated, and you catch Chaeyoung stifling a laugh. “Chan lived with me at the beginning, but he eventually moved out when I got a girlfriend. Obviously, that didn’t laugh.”

“Sorry,” the other girl repeats again, and you wave a hand out. “When was that?”

“She moved out two years ago,” you answer. “And I’ve been alone since. Or, lonely, not always alone.”

Chaeyoung nods just so that you know she heard you. She accepts the icing tube when you hand it to her, making a spiral that’s infuriatingly better than yours. “How about you? I know you said you aren’t out, but have you dated yet?” you question.

She shakes her head, admitting, “Not yet. I don’t really know how to, you know? You assumed I was straight when you first saw me, so I think everyone else does too.”

“Sorry,” you say, an echo of her.

Your costar doesn’t respond, only setting the spatula down once the basic blue icing is smooth. “I think we’re supposed to refrigerate this before decorating, right?”

You grimace. “Well, I don’t know. I stopped watching cake videos years ago, so I’ll just listen to you.”

Chaeyoung hums and ties the box back up. “Okay, then I’ll just do it. Um, do you mind ordering chicken or something while we wait?”

“Sure.” Reaching for your phone, you ask, “Would you be opposed to romcoms?”

“I’m never opposed to romcoms,” the other girl answers.

You have to remind yourself to order two servings of chicken, something that you haven’t done in a while. But it’s comforting, in a way, to not be alone again.

“Can you believe we’ve only got a week left of filming? I feel like I haven’t seen you at all.”

You wince guiltily, even though you know that Yerim doesn’t mean it. Acting with your friend was originally a huge incentive for you to accept the film’s role, but the two of you quickly discovered that you had almost no scenes together, and with your push-and-pull with Chaeyoung, you forgot all about it. “Sorry, Yerim.”

She makes an incredulous expression, swatting your arm. “Don’t be ridiculous, Y/N. I’m happy you’re pursuing love and all that, and besides, we’ll have plenty of opportunities to act together.”

Blinking, you set your cup down on the counter. “Pursuing love?”

Yerim raises her eyebrow and says, “Yeah. Aren’t you and Chaeyoung together yet? We’ve been filming for two months, I’ll be shocked if you still haven't kissed and made up.”

“Uh. Well, we’ve kissed, but I don’t think it counted,” you frown.

Your friend sighs and rolls her eyes. She’s all too used to how dense you are, and apparently, she’s finally gotten tired of it. “You’re an idiot. You literally met the morning of your first script reading, and you knew each other for… what, a week before you had your kiss scene? There’s got to be something there.”

“No.”

Right on cue, a few of the other cast members arrive, Chaeyoung sandwiched between them. “Have you seen the articles?” Nayeon grins, waving her phone around in the air. She’s drunk, obviously, but you have to indulge her.

“Which articles?”

She shoves the screen in your face as an answer, and you cringe when you find a screencap of you and Chaeyoung. “You won’t believe the chemistry-- nope, I’m not reading that.” You hand the phone back to Nayeon, then press it in her hand when she doesn’t take it. Yerim sends you a knowing expression, one that you definitely don’t like.

“Aw, come on! It’s good press,” Nayeon whines. “And a great kiss scene.”

“Don’t be weird,” Chaeyoung warns. She doesn’t seem to be drunk at all, though she does look fantastic in the silver dress that she wears. Your eyes linger on her for an embarrassing amount of time.

Nayeon pouts. She’s bubbly-- you’ve learned that much through acting alongside her in a total of three productions so far. You note that your costar doesn’t seem to be so accustomed to her temperament yet. “You’re no fun, Chaeng. We all know you enjoyed it.”

She goes bright pink at that amidst Yerim’s joking coos. “The token straight, converted?” your friend gasps, and you elbow her to stop her from going too far.

Apparently, it already has. “I didn’t!” Chaeyoung defends herself.

“Prove it,” Nayeon demands, slipping when she attempts to lean on the counter next to you.

Chaeyoung goes silent at that, apparently unable to find a way to ‘prove it’. You finally sigh, “Okay, I think that’s enough teas--”

If it wasn’t for the fact that you’ve long since memorized your entire script book, you would almost think that Chaeyoung reaching forward to tug on the front of your shirt is a scene between your two characters. After all, it’s perfectly in character for your eyes to widen comically as the other girl kisses you right on the lips.

It’s also in character for Nayeon to start whooping next to you when your hands wrap around Chaeyoung’s waist to pull her in closer. You part at the noise. “You certainly look like you liked it,” Nayeon grins.

“Yeah, get a room,” Yerim follows, and you shove her.

“You know what? Maybe we will.” Ignoring your friends’ jeering, you grab Chaeyoung’s wrist and lead her down the hallway, though not to a bedroom like you joked you would. “Hey. You okay? I didn’t know if that teasing crossed a line,” you whisper worriedly.

She bites down on her lip, but instead of answering you, Chaeyoung tilts your face up and leans closer, only stopped by your hand on her wrist. “Chae…”

“I’m sorry, this… this isn’t what you want, is it?” She steps back, mouth already opening to apologize, but you stop her from leaving you alone in the hallway.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” With the flashing neon lights echoing in her eyes, you can’t tell what Chaeyoung’s feeling, and you can’t tell if she’s willing to answer you properly at all. “I’m not making a move until you tell me to.”

Still, you don’t hear her say a word, until your grip starts to loosen on her wrist. “Did you drive here yourself?” she finally asks, barely audible. You nod hesitantly, and Chaeyoung’s voice grows firmer when she says, “I’m telling you to make a move.”

“I thought you were questioning?”

She swallows hard and takes your hand. “Not anymore.”

You don’t taste any alcohol when you lick your lower lip, and so, you nod. It’s stupid, especially considering how quickly your time together is about to end.

But for once, you know what you want.

“Good luck out there, Chae,” you smile, arms wrapped around the girl’s waist.

“Thanks,” she hums, adjusting her hair yet again in the mirror. “We’re almost done filming, I have to promote us well so that we have enough money to at least put the damn film out.”

“Mm.” Your thumb smooths over the sliver of skin exposed by her top, and you place your chin on her shoulder to look at the two of you together.

She glances down at you. “What? Are you thinking about something?”

“Sort of,” you shrug. “I just can’t believe we’re almost done, but we… we just started this. You know, this thing between us.”

“Yeah, it’s definitely a thing. But it doesn’t have to stop with filming,” Chaeyoung says offhandedly.

Raising an eyebrow, you question, “Doesn’t it? It’s going to be suspicious for us to constantly be seen together after filming together, I’ve seen the way your fans behave. Especially while you’re not out.”

“I think I can negotiate that with my company,” the other girl shakes her head.

You joke, “What, you release another two albums if you get to come out about having a girlfriend?”

“Do you want to be my girlfriend?” Chaeyoung responds immediately. Her ears pink endearingly, and you wait for her to clarify, “In secret for now, obviously. But… one day, I’ll be out about it. I promise.”

“Don’t make empty promises, okay?” You press a kiss to her bare shoulder and let her go when you hear a knock at the dressing room door. “Do good!”

“Alright, Chaeyoung, it’s about time that we ask you some questions about your upcoming film, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, absolutely,” your costar smiles, and you raise your head from your phone to watch the screen. She’s sitting cross-legged across from some of the most famous idol interviewers in Korea, absolutely poised and natural even in front of the crowd that cheers over the interview.

The woman behind the podium clears her throat. “A huge talking point in Korea right now is your chemistry with your costar, Y/N. How exactly do you pull that off, since you’ve never experienced a relation like that?”

Chaeyoung laughs nervously, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Oh. Well, um, I don’t have much experience with relationships at all, so--”

“Really? A pretty girl like you must have had a boyfriend or two before.” You despise the way that the interviewer leans in conspiratorially, as if the prying questions weren’t completely scripted. “But you seem a little to pretty to have experienced that, am I right?”

The crowd laughs with her, but Chaeyoung glances behind the scenes, probably to where her own staff sits. “You know, you can tell me if you ever felt… uncomfortable during filming,” the interviewer continues on. “Y/N has been out for years, hasn’t she?”

“Oh, she has…” You’re practically fuming, but you also can’t seem to pry your eyes away from the screen. All of Chaeyoung’s practiced idol-charm has seemed to dissipate into thin air, and she’s practically blending into the wall as she sits there.

The Chaeyoung you know-- no, the Chaeyoung that you’ve come to know, wouldn’t stand to hear something like that. You’ve watched her argue with a scriptwriter, and you’ve watched him get fired because he said something incredibly offensive, even though it wasn’t about you. But here, she sits still and just listens to the interviewer discuss you behind your back, and she says nothing about all the disgustingly backhanded comments.

The thing is, you don’t care about Chaeyoung not being out. You were closeted for enough time yourself, and you know how hard it is, so you’d never wish it on her; but watching her completely let go of all her personal principles just for a stupid interview is just another reminder that you’re letting go of your own. Chaeyoung won’t ever speak up, you realize, because her career comes before anything else. And you can’t stand for that.

“I’m leaving,” you tell the guard standing outside of your door. Only increasing your anger, tears start to burn in your eyes, and you scrape your sleeve across your face as roughly as you can. Chan picks up on one dial, and you say furiously, “Pick me up. It’s over.” In more ways than one.

Chaeyoung shivers at the top of the hill, where she’s supposed to be filming her closing scene with you. She hasn’t seen you for the past week, and after how disastrous her interview was, she’s pretty sure she knows why.

“Where’s Y/N?” she finally asks her makeup artist, giving in to her own curiosity.

Felix shrugs, reaching to mess with the blood on her hairline. “I have no idea, honestly, I haven’t seen her yet. She’s never late, though, you don’t have to worry. You’ll get your scene done.”

“That’s…” Chaeyoung sighs. That’s why she should be worried. “Right.”

“Okay, can we start?” Seulgi shouts. It’s started to rain, but with the excited look on the director’s face, Chaeyoung figures that it suits the scene even better than the gray clouds that had been planned. “Great. Chaeyoung, Y/N!”

Your hair is plastered to your forehead with the rain, and water makes your blouse cling to your curves; with the grim expression on your face, Chaeyoung could easily just mistake you for your character. “Hi,” you mutter, taking a seat on the grass right next to your costar. You say nothing else.

When cued, Chaeyoung takes a deep breath before her line. “Luna. I love you.”

For a second, Chaeyoung thinks you won’t respond, but the rasp to your voice proves her wrong. “No. No, you don’t.”

“I think I’m the one who should be deciding that, don’t you?” The blonde raises her eyebrows, reaching forward hesitantly for your shoulder.

Of course, you dodge it. Blinking the rain out of your eyes, you’re resigned when you ask, “You have your birthday gala tonight, don’t you?”

“Yes, but--” Chaeyoung swallows, lets her hand make contact, then continues, “I’m spending as much time as I can with you, aren’t I with you right now?”

“But you’re going.” It feels like you’re staring right into Chaeyoung’s soul when you speak, as despondent as your voice is. She nods, and you stand, her hand slipping off of your shoulder and into her lap. “Then go. You’re still a princess at the end of the day, aren’t you?”

“At the end of the day, yes…”

“You can’t do that. You sneak out onto my ships, get my people to love you and protect you, and then turn right back to your family to stay safe while we die for you. You can’t say you support our cause and then go back on it when it’s inconvenient for you, it doesn’t work like that!” Chaeyoung flinches at how intense you sound; at this point, she barely knows if it’s still acting. She can only hear her own heart in her ears, can only see your chest heaving from how quickly you spoke, and it all feels too real.

“What, do you want me to get found out?” Chaeyoung demands, getting to her feet as well. The rain becomes harsher, angled so that it perfectly blurs her vision of you. “I’ve saved your ass just as many times too, don’t pretend like I’m not a valuable part of your ship!”

“You’re still pretending.” Realizing that it’s not the right line, Chaeyoung opens her mouth to stop you, but your voice chills her into silence when you speak again. “You’ll always pretend, as long as it benefits you, won’t you? You can’t do that, Helen, not if you ‘love me’. Putting a crown on your head doesn’t mean that you’re a princess. Until you realize that, and until you’re willing to embrace it, you don’t love me. and I don’t love you.”

None of it is the script. None of it is the scene that you rehearsed a thousand times together in your trailer, but somehow, it makes Chaeyoung’s heart quaver in her throat so much more than the original lines ever did.

And when you drop your gaze to the ground, turning to walk off into the rain alone, she knows that to you, your entire relationship is already done.

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Through The Years (Bucky Barnes x Fem!Stark! Reader) Pt. 2

A/N: Enjoy! As always, any feedback is appreciated! Let me know if you want to be tagged! And YES, Bucky makes his first appearance in this chapter. ;)

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LONDON ENGLAND, 1943

“Alright. Howard, Y/N. Welcome to London. In this camp, resides the 107th and 108th infantry regiments. You two will be able to set up your stuff over...”

Peggy thinks for a second. “Ah! There. It’s Perfect.” She pointed to a more secluded area of the camp, where you and Howard would be able to set up camp and experiment.

“Thanks, Peggy. We’ll see you later?” You said, turning to Peggy, as Howard unloaded he last of you guys’ things off the plane.

She hugs you. “Of course you will. I’ve got to go check on Steve. He’s got another USO performance tonight, one in Edinburgh, another in Glasgow, and we continue up North. It might be some time before you see me, sadly.”

You frowned. “Well, make sure to write. I couldn’t bear not hearing from you.”

She gave you a smile and said her goodbyes as she wandered off, looking for Steve.

“Y/N/N, care to help me with the luggage?” Howard said, already carrying a few suitcases.

“Of course, Howwie.” As you turned to grab the suitcase the suitcase was already up in the air.

Frozen in shock you stood there, hoping no one would see.

“Y/N!! What was that?”

You nervously turned to Howard, ringing your hands. “What was was what, Howwie?”

He gave you a look. “You know what I’m talking about. We’ll discuss this later.”

You sighed and grabbed the suitcase, a rucksack and another suitcase, following Howard.

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After you and Howard set up camp on the clearing, he immediately went out, in search of General Philips.

You sighed. You should’ve told him since the start.

To clear your head, you decided to take a walk a round the camp, to simply familiarize yourself with the place. To clear your head too, that would be nice.

The men you saw all around the camp were pretty much the same. Drinking, sobbing, sleeping. Oh, and don’t forget the body odor.

This was not what you were used to, but these men are fighting a war. The least you could do is give them a break.

“Heyyyyyy pretty lady! C’mere.” you heard a drunker soldier slur out.

You turned and crossed your arms, scoffing. “Excuse me?”

“He said c’mere, lady!” another soldier said from behind him.

“You is the only lady here, we could pass you around, darlin’ there’s enough of us to go around” the first soldier said.

“No thank you sir, I have enough self-respect and dignity to not be seen with the likes of you.”

The second soldier, his friend, spoke up again. “What’re ya doin’ here anyway? Are’nt you supposed to be in the kitchen?”

You were starting to become scared. “I’m an engineer. I have no excuse for being in the kitchen.”

“All ladies belong in-”

“HEY! Leave her alone!” the soldier was cut off by a voice. You turned to see, and it was a tall, blue eyed soldier, with hazel-colored hair, and fair skin.

He was tall, he stood straight he wanted to be seen. His crystal blue eyes pierced through the room, but were focused on you. He most definitely stood out from the rest.

Then it hit you. This man was the mysterious stranger you had seen at the Stark expo a couple of months back.

He grabbed the soldier by his shirt. “That’s no way to treat a lady. Show some goddamn respect.” he put the soldier down and turned to you.

“I apologize on behalf of my fellow soldier, Miss.” he said, kissing your hand.

You smiled at him, a blush covering your cheeks. “I-It’s ok. I’m used to it, I guess.”

He looked you straight in the eyes this time. “No one should be used to it, Man or Woman.”

“You crossed your arms and looked up at him again; him being much taller. “You got a name, soldier?, or are you just going to remain my knight in shining armor?’

He chuckles. Damn, that laugh could brighten anyone’s day. “I’d rather remain your knight in shining armor, gorgeous. But if ya really wanna know, the name is James Buchanan Barnes. Friends call me Bucky.”

“We’re friends, now?”

“I’d be surprised if we weren’t, doll-face. I think Everyone needs a friend right now.”

He pauses to scan your face.

“How about it darlin’, you got a name?”

“Y/N. But friends call me Y/N/N.”

By this time, him and you were already walking off to the edge of the forest, not to far where he first found you. You bot sat down on a log.

“Y/N, that’s it? No last name?” he said, in a teasing tone.

You laughed. “Y/N Stark. I know what you’re going to say. I do run Stark Industries with my brother.”

“More like he runs it with you, doll-face. I was at the expo this year. I’ve seen your work. You have a talent.”

You chuckle and blush, breaking eye contact with him. “You are a charmer, Barnes. I got to give you that.”

“Ya know before I left for the war, they used to call me ‘the heart breaker of Brooklyn’”

“No way Barnes. A guy like you? No way.”

“Yes way.”

“I don’t believe you Barnes” you feigned shock.

“You better!”

“Uh, well, how about you tell me how you became this gorgeous genius engineer, huh?”

You let out a laugh, not holding back this time. “I attended a boarding school in London, St-martin-the-fields high school, strictly for girls, which is were i met Peggy. I later went on, against my parents wishes, I got a P.H.D in engineering from NYU; graduated early.”

He seems to look at your with pure wonder in his eyes. “Impressive.What after?”

“I became a professor of Engineering at Columbia College, also in New York. My parents didn’t like this, so they sort-of threw me out.”

“I am so sorry doll. No one deserves that, no matter how big their aspirations may be.” he said, laying his hand over yours.

“The teaching position didn’t last long though, that’s when I lost it and moved in with Howard. And a few years back, we started what today is known as Stark Industries.”

“You continue to impress me with every passing second. What’re you doing on an army camp like this?”

“The SSR was re-tasked by President Roosevelt. We’re bringing the fight to HYDRA. Anyway, enough about me, sport. You practically know me already.”

He told you all about his childhood in Brooklyn, saving Steve from trouble at every corner.

“Wait, wait. hold the phone. You know Steve, Barnes?”

“Y-yeah, I do. Since we were kids. How do YOU know him?”

You let out a hearty chuckle. “That’s a story for another time.”

You two talked for hours upon hours, until the night sky got even darker, and all the soldiers had retreated to their tents. He told you about his childhood with Steve, how his mother would scold him as a child for stealing a cookie from the jar, his cherry red bike when he was a teen. He told you about his sister Rebecca, and how you two would be best friends, if you ever had the chance to meet.

“Y/N! Where are you?”

This startled you, and you jumped into Bucky’s arms. “Woah there, dollface, I haven’t even taken you out dancin’ yet-”

“Hands of my sister!” Howard came running and pulled you away from Bucky, shoving you behind him.

“Howard I’m fine!”

“Woah there Mr. Stark. It wasn’t-”

“If I EVER see you with her AGAIN, I will fight you on SIGHT. Let’s go, Y/N/N”

You mouthed a ‘sorry’ to Bucky as Howard dragged away from him. Bucky shoved his hands in his pockets ‘It’s okay’ with a dopey smile as he walked back to his tent.

He just hoped he would see you again. Maybe he’d take you dancing.

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Howard dragged you by the hand all the way to a bigger tent, one that wasn’t his and yours. “Where are we, Howwie?”

“I’m taking you to see someone. Because there’s something your not telling me. How long have you been lying to me about the serum? huh? how long has it been affecting you?” He said, face morphing from anger to sadness to worry.

“Ever since... I guess there’s no use in lying to you.”

“Please, sis, I just want to help you.”

“I guess- ever since Steve received the serum? When I was shot? My best guess is that the bullet went through a tube of the serum, then into my ribs.”

You paused.

“Ever since then, when I’m alone, I concentrate on something, let’s say a book, I can lift it with my mind. My brain just concentrates, it moves. I tell it to move forward, it does so. It’s at my command if I just focus on it. I guess that with the suitcase you told me to lift, it was just- an accident.”

Howard sighed and let go of your hand. “What you have, dear sister, what you have gained, is telekinesis is a superpower where the user has an ability to move things at will. At it’s highest levels, dismantle the fabrics of the universe.”

“Howard, I’m scared.”

“Don’t be. I’m here to help you. Come with me.”

You both walked into the tent, were General Philips was siting at his desk.

“Howard, Y/N. Finally I wan’t to talk to you both. Howard as told me about the situation of yours, Y/N, your secret is safe with me.”

“What is it, General?”

“I want you to join the 107th.”

“General! I beg your pardon-”

“Allow me to talk, Ms. Stark. The regiment needs someone like you. I know you’ve expressed your interest in the war efforts-”

“But General, the men, my brother- you can’t expect me to use telekinesis in my service-”

“You’ll still be able to work with Howard. Don’t worry about the men. They need someone to keep them in line. Without your powers. Only if and when i tell you to.”

You clutched Howard’s arm. You had never been this nervous.

The General stands up from his desk to pick up a box, which he opens, to reveal a army uniform with pins on it, including three stars, identifying your rank.

“What I’m saying is this: Welcome to the 107th infantry regiment, Lieutenant General Y/N Stark.”

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- Talya

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Return to Me - Chapter Thirty-Five

Chapter Thirty-Five: Homeward Bound

A/N: I’m so sorry this is so late! There’s been a lot going on in my life (mostly good things) and I’ve just been busy and not been in the mood to write. I hope you’re all still invested in the story, though! Let me know what you think and please accept my apology. Also, this chapter is a little bit short but I’m absolutely exhausted right now.

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader Word Count: 2,943 Synopsis: The reader returns to Naboo on the next step to making things right, while the Resistance works out a way to garner more support.

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“A bodyguard?” You stormed back to the command center so quickly, the door opening almost hit Finn in the face. You stopped it an inch from his face and mouthed an apology before turning back to Leia. “I don’t need a bodyguard.”

“Y/N,” she said with a tired sigh, “You have been gone a long time, there will be a large target on your back. Especially with what you plan to do. The moment you open your mouth to speak against the First Order, they’re going to want to get rid of you. You need protection.”

“I can protect myself. I did for--”

“For the months you were gone?” Leia asked, standing. “I don’t think you really want to go there, Y/N.” You tried to hold your ground, but the steel of her glare had you faltering.

“I”m sure Rey has more important things to do,” you said, your voice much weaker than before.

“Rey has a special connection with Ren, just like you. She’s the perfect bodyguard. Besides,” Leia said with a tut, “She’s the only one who wanted the job.”

Her final sentence was meant to silence you, and it worked miraculously. It felt like a slap in the face. You looked around the room, a room of people you had loved and fought beside for years, and none of them cared whether you were dead or alive? You couldn’t help the burning in your eyes when you looked to Poe. He was deliberately looking elsewhere.

“Fine, General. This is your war, and you know best.” Bhavisama was back. Your voice changed as you spoke, and when you turned out of the room, you threw back your shoulders and regally marched out of the room, not looking back.

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“Did you have to say that part?” Karé asked once you had left.

“She needs to know the truth,” Leia said simply.

“But is it really in our best interest to cut her off just as soon as she’s back?” she asked. Poe finally looked away from the spot he had chosen to stare at when you entered, and focused on Karé. She had a point.

“I think Y/N knows the damage she has done in her running away. She expects a little bit of penance,” he said.

“So it’s okay that we lied and told her no one else wanted to protect her? That she can think you don’t care about her?” Karé asked with a shake of her head.

“Look, Leia knows best. Y/N needs to be with Rey, and I have to stay here,” he said, folding his arms in a way he knew was childish.

Leia looked between the two of them until she was sure their riff was over before bringing the next piece of business to their attention. With you back, and your promise to vocally fight for the Resistance, their next step was to figure out how to address the galaxy. There was plenty of damage they could do by showing the destruction that the First Order left in their wake everywhere they went, but they had to be selective in showing off their wins. Flashy, but not too proud. Specific, but not revealing.

“What about our trip to that village on the other side of Chandrila?” Snap asked. “That might send the right message.” A smile spread across Leia’s face as she nodded.

“That’s perfect. And it’ll throw suspicion from our base. They’d never guess we’d shoot a propaganda video on the same planet we had taken root on.”

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“Look, she’s stuck with us, alright?” Nové said, sitting down next to you on the ship that was taking you back home, back to Naboo. “And as far as bodyguards go, we could have a lot worse.”

“I know,” you said, shaking your head. “It’s just so much has changed.”

“That’s the way things always are,” she said with a gentle frown, “But some things stay the same,” she said, taking your hand in hers. You smiled at her.

“Now, what do we have in mind for my royal return?” you asked.

“Well, the thing is, I’m not sure you’re going to have the most welcoming ceremony. You’ve been gone for a long time.” You nodded your head solemnly. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t look fabulous. And don’t worry,” she said, taking in the sight of your face, “Naboo is loyal to those loyal to her, our people have already turned their backs on Broden for what he’s done. Once they see that you’re home and ready to fight, they’ll find their love for you again.”

“Thanks, Nové.”

“You’re welcome. I’ve laid out a dress for you. Think you can manage without me for a couple of minutes?” she asked with a smirk. You decided to not bring up the months you had been on your own and instead nodded. Nové excused herself to go over a few things with Rey, giving you a chance to get ready for Naboo, both physically and mentally.

The warm blue waters were the first thing to greet you as you arrived on Naboo. With new changes in security, the hangar was no longer accepting any incoming ships that weren’t working directly with the military. It wasn’t uncommon for ships to make a water landing in Naboo, but it was a surprise. A royal ship hadn’t landed in the lakes surrounding Theed Palace in years.

The landing was rocky, but in a way you enjoyed. It felt like being back on the speeder boats you had cruised around in on Varykino. Your enjoyment quickly faded when you realized you were going to have to face your mistakes once more.

Nové came back into the room a second later, making sure that you were ready. She could read the anxiety in your face and didn’t ask how you were feeling. You fidgeted in your dress slightly and took in a deep breath. It was now or never, and you had done plenty of hiding already.

There wasn’t a welcoming committee when you exited your ship. Instead, you were met with a small group of soldiers. Like when you arrived on Chandrila, they asked you a few questions and examined your face, making sure that you truly were Bhavisama.

Once they were satisfied, you were ushered into the palace. The entry point was on the opposite side of the palace so there was another five minute walk in silence as you made your way towards the throne room.

Standing in front of the heavy doors, you took in once last breath before nodding to the guards. They opened the doors in what felt like slow motion, and with watery eyes you laid eyes on your parents. They had been notified of your arrival and were looking eagerly at the doors. When you stepped into the room your mother was the first one to break. She smiled as she let out a gentle sob and ran toward you.

Never in your life had you seen your mother run. She was always a woman of grace and poise, and running would not have fit her title. But she raced towards you and wrapped you in the tightest hug you had ever received from her. You thought that there might be a leak in the ancient ceiling until you realized it was your mother’s tears.

You hugged her back.

“I’m so sorry,” she said once she finally pulled away. “Oh, my Y/N,” she said softly, stroking your cheek. “I was so worried we had lost you forever.”

“Me too,” you said with a shrug. Osira laughed gently and nodded her head before wrapping you in her arms again. Over her shoulder, you saw your father. He hadn’t approached the two of you fully, but he had taken a few steps closer. You looked up into his eyes and saw the nerves behind them.

When you broke away from your mom you turned to face him. Even his posture was uncomfortable, as if he didn’t know how to act around someone he had known their entire life. You wanted to be angry with him, but he looked so uncomfortable, he was starting to make you uncomfortable, too.

“Thank you,” you said after a long pause, “For keeping Naboo safe while I had to step away.”

“O-Of course,” he stammered, surprised by your words. You looked at him for a little longer, but when it was clear he wasn’t going to say more, you rolled your eyes and turned back to your mom. She sighed and took your hand in hers.

“Let’s get you caught up on everything you’ve missed.”

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“If we’re going to show off what we’ve done on Chandrila, why do I have to go to Naboo?” Poe asked. He was hating the way he had been acting the last day or so, seeming like an entitled teenager, but he didn’t like to be pushed around. Especially when he was being pushed towards someone he didn’t want to have contact with.

“Because we need to start rebuilding our base. Y/N’s plan to voice her support for the Resistance is all well and good, but we need to strengthen it. She’s been gone for a long time, but so has the Resistance. We’re only just starting to make progress again, it wouldn’t hurt to remind the galaxy of that.”

“I agree,” he said, nodding his head, “But why am I the one who has to do it?” he asked.

“I thought you enjoyed being the poster boy for the Resistance?” Leia asked with a smirk.

“It can get in the way of things sometimes,” he said, only mustering a tired smile to match hers.

“What is it getting in the way of now? Ignoring Y/N?”

“I’m not ignoring her.” BB-8 gave a beep that said otherwise. “Can you blame me?” he asked, looking to both the droid and Leia.

“No,” she said, taking a step closer to him, “But you know you aren’t going to stay away from her forever.”

“Maybe I will,” he said, “She said she doesn’t see a future together anymore.”

“Within the galaxy we’re living in now,” Leia said, looking at him in a way that kept his eyes locked on hers, “We’re all fighting to change it. I thought you were, too.”

“I am,” he said with a sigh.

“Great. So you’ll go to Naboo and present the footage of the First Order attack, and stand by Y/N’s side as she pledges her support to the Resistance.”

“And then after?” he asked.

“I don’t pretend to know what the two of you did after a mission,” she said, finally making him smile a little. “Maybe just talk.”

“Maybe,” he said tiredly.

“I’ll take it. You’ll head out tonight.”

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“Clearly he didn’t want to see me before, why is he here now?” you asked.

“General Organa sent him here. She wants the both of you in this message,” Rey said. You sighed and nodded your head. The ton of Rey’s voice told you that she wasn’t messing around. There was no getting out of this, so you were just going to have to suck it up and push through it.

“Fine, when is he getting here?”

“I’m already here.”

You and Rey turned towards the door of the conference room and saw Poe standing in the doorway. His body language was not dissimilar to your father’s earlier.

“Hey, Poe,” Rey said with a smile.

“Hey. We all set up in here?” he asked, taking in the podium that had been set up for your announcement.

“Not quite yet. They’re still working out a few bugs.”

“What’s the issue?” Poe asked.

“Naboo went completely off the grid after Y/N left,” Rey said. “They did everything in their power to block off any communications in and out of the planet, save a few. They’re trying to undo all of that now but it’s taking longer than expected.” Poe nodded his head and stood there silently for a few moments. Rey looked to you, expecting you to start up the conversation, but when she saw that neither of you were talking, she groaned.

“I”ll go see what’s keeping them. You two get reacquainted while I’m gone,” she said, smiling at the both of you as she left. You opened your mouth to stop her, but she was out the door quickly. Poe laughed at her quick escape and shook his head.

“I didn’t expect to see you,” you said quietly. He looked up at you and walked towards the table, taking a seat as far away from you that it wasn’t awkward. “After today I didn’t think you wanted anything to do with me.”

“Well, after Taris I didn’t think you wanted anything to do with me,” he said. You looked down at your hands and nodded.

“Poe, what else was I supposed to say? Was anything else going to get you to leave?”

“No,” he said after a pause. “I went on a mission, I don’t give up so easily.”

“I’m not a mission, Poe,” you said quietly. “But I’m back now.”

“For now, you mean,” he said. You rolled your eyes.

“I told you, I’m not running anymore.”

“Yeah, well--”

“I mean it,” you said sincerely. “I’ve lost too much to keep letting the First Order win and win and win. I came back to fight with the Resistance, but I also came back for you, Poe. I was wrong on Taris. I should have gone with you. Out of all the mistakes I made, I regret that one the most.”

He was silent for so long that you were almost certain he wasn’t going to say anything, until he stood up. He moved to the seat next to you and pulled out his Holopad. He got to work pulling up the footage that he was going to present to the galaxy.

“What is this?” you asked.

“It’s a village on the other side of Chandrila. Not much there. A couple factories, a school, homes you wouldn’t want to step foot in unless you absolutely had to.”

“What was the First Order doing there?”

“Well, it’s our fault, really. There was a man that worked in one of the factories. He was helping us smuggle in supplies. Things were going great for a few weeks when in the middle of the night we got a distress signal from him. I flew out there with Jess and we found the First Order attacking the entire village he lived in.

“We tried to save as many as we could, but once the Resistance fully got there, there wasn’t much left to save. Our contact was gone, along with eighty percent of his village.”

“They were just civilians?” you asked.

“Yeah, just a bunch of factory workers that had no idea who any of us were. Just got caught in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“And you have footage of it?”

“Leia installed these new things in our gear. They record pretty much everything we do on our twenty-four hour basis. It usually deletes after a day or so, unless we save it. The footage is . . . well, let’s just say it’ll do exactly what Leia is hoping it’ll do. It shows the side of the First Order they’ve been trying to keep hidden for so long.

“But, you don’t have to watch it,” he said after a pause. “It’s really brutal stuff.”

“I want to see it,” you said gently. “I need to.”

“No more running,” he said with a gentle smile. You looked into his eyes and nodded your head.

“No more running.”

“Alright. It’s all yours,” he said, handing you the Holopad.

The entire time you were watching the horrific video, you felt Poe’s eyes on you. He didn’t speak for the entire time it played, but when you looked up at him with teary eyes he spared a small smile for you.

“Leaving you on Taris,” he said, taking in a deep breath, “Is one of the things I regret most, too.”

You reached across the table and gave his hand a squeeze, holding it in yours until Rey came in with the rest of the crew, ready to shoot your video for the galaxy.

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starkerparkerpony · 4 years

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I Scold Because I Stan Pt.2

AU where Tony (44-45 y/o) meets an aged up (23-24 y/o) Peter after Civil War, Tony is broken up with Pepper and all kinds of sorry for himself. Peter is a ESU graduate and currently has an internship with Oscorp and is a photographer for the Daily Bugle he is also spiderman and therefore perpetually exhausted and has very little patience

Read part 1 here, part 3 here

Not much scolding in this one but very dialogue heavy... Please continue reblogging. Continuing on -

Tony believed there's certain feelings in life that you must absolutely not feel once over the age of 25... for example, no middle-aged man should have anxiety about calling a potential romantic interest. Especially if said 'potential romantic interest' shamelessly hit on Tony in the first place. The guy was definitely interested, he had made it clear to Tony that he was definitely interested. Tony could just call the guy... but would he.

A week earlier when Peter Parker woke from the nap he was taking in a booth at an Irish pub for some reason, Tony absolutely did not imagine that any conversation they might have would go the way their's did. It was a testament to Mr. Parker's extempore prowess. It was also mildly embarrassing and almost traumatizing to be scolded and praised all at once. But after Parker left, Tony found himself... smiling... and blushing, like a complete idiot, but smiling and blushing nonetheless.

When back at home Tony set Friday on the curious case of Peter Parker. Which led to spending an ungodly amount of time on the guy's Instagram. Which in turn led to Tony gleaning some useful information about him, Peter Parker wasn't exactly new to the world of the rich and famous, he appeared to be a close friend of Harry Osbourne, posing with him in not just generic selfies but also pictures taken at high profile society events.

It also appeared that Mr. Parker was no stranger to superheroes either, his work with the Daily Bugle was almost entirely photos of Spiderman... Tony didn't know Spidey personally but going by the coverage the newspaper gave him, it was hard to imagine that the masked hero would be a friend of Parker's but the guy somehow always managed to get the best picture of Spidey, which indicated a willingness to follow trouble on Parker's part.

And then there was the entire thing about how gorgeous and intelligent and utterly disarming the boy was...

The 3 patents he had told Tony about were no joke- a medical grade adhesive, an industrial grade adhesive and a potential replacement for spandex. Not to mention his eyes...

Tony kept telling himself that he was too old to have a crush... but he knew it was too late. He thought back to the way he felt when Peter smiled at him, bruised and all... The damage was done.

The first time Tony called Peter, he didn't pick up and it went to voicemail. Tony didn't leave a message. It was just 9PM, there was no way he was already asleep. Right? For a second he dreaded the possibility of Parker being one of those millennials who don't take phonecalls, then for another hour he wondered if this was a sign from the universe about an endeavor that should be abandoned. So of course Tony called again.

"I don't do booty calls past 10 I have a job now" was how Parker answered the phone. Jesus Christ.

"Good to know, I was thinking about lunch tomorrow actually." Tony said without missing a beat

"Jesus Christ!" Parker exclaimed, obviously thrown.

"Close. Tony Stark" He chuckled

"No I know... Crap, I'm sorry, my friend Harry is the only one I know who calls with a private number. I thought it was him." He explained

"Am I Sorry to disappoint?" Tony asked trying not to sound anxious.

"Absolutely not. I actually definitely would do a booty call after 10 for you." Tony could hear the smile in his voice.

"But not after 11 though?" Tony joked trying not to blush.

"No that honor is reserved for Bruce Banner and Bruce Banner only."

"You have good taste in men" Bruce was Tony's friend, he had to admit he was warmed by the fact that Peter wasn't one of the assholes who held 'big green' against him.

"Ha Ha thanks... he represents us bio-chem nerds well, one of my projects is actually inspired by him and also he is very cute in press conferences."

"The spandex replacement?" Tony guessed

"Oh no... you googled me. Ew."

"Hey that's rich coming from the guy that sticks my photos on his wall." He defended himself

"No no... there's this god awful picture of me that comes up on image search from when my team won the scholastic decathlon, I look like a single prepubescent noodle in it." Parker grouched

"Good tip... also nice covert bragging with the decathlon thing Mr. Parker" Tony said as he pulled the picture up and sniggered.

"Thank you I'm so glad you caught that... so what was it you were saying about lunch?" Parker enquired.

"Right... Lunch? Tomorrow?" Tony hoped he didn't sound desperate.

"Sounds good to me. I mean it sounds like a bizarre dream I'm having but I don't wanna stroke your ego unnecessarily, you already called first... I love that I have the upper hand here"

"Congratulations on the upper hand smartass... do you wanna do 'Nobu'?" Tony suggested

"Oh my god... I'm gonna throw your P.A. and your PR team a bone and nix that idea... you beautiful disaster" Peter laughed

"Umm... what?"

"Nobu has papparazi outside of it 24/7, and I hate to break it to you buddy but your break up with Ms. Potts was kinda' public. I can't even begin to imagine what hell you, being photographed with a strapping twunk half your age would be on your team." He explained himself

"Okay calm down strapping twunk... How would anybody even know its a date?" Tony scoffed

"Umm Mr. Stark if I have the chance to grab your ass in public and have photos taken of the event then I absolutely will do it." said Peter, very sincerely.

"My God how can you call me Mr. Stark and talk about grabbing my ass in the same sentence?" Tony cursed his susceptibility to blushing whenever talking to this guy.

"Listen man, I'd call you Tony but this 'Mr. Stark' thing lowkey turns me on though." Peter said in a teasing voice.

Same, Tony admitted to himself.

"Kink noted. You do have a point though... I haven't had to deal with my personal PR or had a P.A. in a while." Said Tony, thoughtful.

"How can you not have a P.A.? Is that even legal?" Peter asked

"Well, I made my last one the CEO of my company, fell in love with her, started dating her and then very publicly got dumped by her... so I'm apprehensive about replacing her." Tony regretted this outburst as soon as he finished talking.

"I think about you when I touch myself." Peter informed

"What. The. Hell. Parker" Tony said, trying to sound affronted when he could barely contain his laughter

"Oh sorry buddy I thought we were playing the oversharing game." Peter sniggered. "You know what you should do? You should get an older Jewish lady to be your P.A. it's what Norman Osbourne did for his son when he kept hitting on his P.A.s.

"Because you know what, Mrs. Leibowitz would bring you Passover brisket and she would never dump you publicly." Peter was almost giggling now.

"Right, she would write me a considerate note." Tony laughed along with Peter.

"Exactly!" He chuckled

There was a lull in the conversation then, during which Tony made up his mind.

"Lunch at the tower tomorrow." Tony decided

"Fine by me. Wait. Do you have any dietary restrictions?"

"No. I sometimes go gluten free but not because of celiac just because I like to be an asshole. Why?"

"Cool, I'm bringing Pizza. You paid for drinks last time." stated Peter

"You do realize that I have chefs on my payroll?" Tony asked

"You do realize that I'm offering to bring you Joe's from Greenwich?" Peter countered

"Point taken." Tony conceded

"Good"

"See you"

"Not if I see you first"

"Oh my God"

"I know... I hate myself"

"I'm gonna' hang up now"

"Wait! What do I tell your security tomorrow?" Peter asked

"Tell them you've been summoned by the king" Tony said, only half joking.

"God you're such a douche but I'm so into you..." Peter replied

"I'm glad" Tony admitted

"Okay bye."

"Bye."

The next day Peter Parker texted to confirm the time and then showed up at Tony's place with pizza and a dozen red and yellow roses. And Tony didn't know what to do with himself.

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sinister-official · 4 years

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INTRO: “VOLT” (2/6)

WORD COUNT: 1.2k // SUMMARY: In which Stratagem Entertainment gains a new trainee.

“Miss Bae?”

Silence.

Konoe cleared his throat. “Miss Bae?”

There was the sound of something heavy landing on the ground, and a crimson light blinked balefully at him from the doorway. Konoe began to shiver, but caught himself just in time. It wouldn’t be wise to show weakness in front of her. “We’re expecting Ms Hwang in a few minutes’ time. Are our precautions ready?”

“Yes, of course.” A silhouette drifted out of the darkness, and Ms Bae hung in the air before him, two of her tentacles holding her aloft, a vaguely unfocused look in her eyes. It had been months since her bandages had been removed, but she was still adjusting to her new body. “I’m sorry, Mr Konoe. I’m not used to this name.” Her tentacles clung to the door frame, metal pincers skittering over the wood, and the sound was excruciating.

“That’s not a problem,” Konoe answered, doing his best to keep his voice level. “I will let you know when Ms Hwang arrives. Please be on standby. Should the situation escalate, I want her to be unconscious within seconds.”

“Of course.”

A few minutes passed, and Konoe checked his watch for what felt like the umpteenth time. Staring up at the ceiling, he settled back in his chair and reached into his pocket for a pack of cigarettes. Night had fallen over Seoul, and as Konoe opened the window to ventilate the room, a gentle cough broke the silence, prompting him to turn around. “Oh, Ms Bae.”

“She’s not here yet.”

“We’ll give her an hour.”

“An hour?” Ms Bae’s face went flat, which was her way of expressing annoyance (or so Konoe thought, based on his limited interactions with her). “I could be back in my laboratory by then.”

“I urge you to be patient, Ms Bae.” Konoe interlaced his fingers together, disentangled them, and lit a cigarette. “Ms Hwang has much potential, and to have her slip from our grasp would be bad for this enterprise.” There was no response from the other woman, and after the silence had dragged for a while, he changed the subject. “How goes your analysis of the sample?”

“It responds to intense heat and ultrasound,” reported Ms Bae, apparently relishing the chance to hold forth on this topic, and Konoe (in the privacy of his own mind) heaved a sigh of relief. “Now, we can’t lock her in a furnace whenever the organism acts up, so that leaves ultrasound. I’m thinking of a subdermal implant at the base of her -”

There was a knock on the door, and one of his men poked his head in. “Sir? She’s here.”

“Thank you,” Konoe told him. “Send her in.” As he tossed his half-finished cigarette out of the window, he turned to Ms Bae. “I’m sorry to interrupt you, Ms Bae, but perhaps we could continue this later.”

“Of course.”

As Ms Bae disappeared into an adjoining room, another one of his men poked his head in, testing the waters, and Konoe inclined his head. A few minutes later, Ms Hwang entered the room. She looked older than he’d expected, and there was a certain jut to her chin that Konoe recognized. She has something to prove. “Good evening, Ms Hwang.”

She looked at him, eyes narrowing at his slight accent, and Konoe tensed, though not enough to be perceptible. “I thought I was going to be auditioning in front of a panel of judges.”

“I’m afraid not,” said Konoe. “It’s just me.” Was it just his nicotine-addled nose, or did the moth-eaten carpets beneath his feet smell like they were burning? “Whenever you’re ready.”

The audition was over in five minutes. She could sing, she could dance, and she could rap, which was good, in Konoe’s humble opinion. Of course, he didn’t know anything about showbiz, but to him, a layman, she seemed like a decent performer. Maybe this harebrained scheme might actually work, he thought. Softly, trying his best to come off as genuine, he applauded. “Thank you, Ms Hwang. Welcome to Stratagem Entertainment.”

“That’s it?” Her disbelief was clear. “I thought - doesn’t it take a week - I didn’t -”

“I call the shots here,” Konoe said, running his hands over the pitted plastic of the table at which he was seated. “And, Ms Hwang, you have performed admirably. Congratulations.”

She smiled, then, lips curving upwards slowly as his words sank in, and Konoe almost felt bad for bursting her bubble. Nonetheless, he forged on. “However, Ms Hwang, there are some other things that your job will entail.”

The smile fell off her face, far quicker than it had appeared, and her hands formed small fists at her side. “What other things?”

Konoe raised his hands, as though seeking to calm her down. “We aren’t that sort of agency, Ms Hwang,” he replied, shaking his head. “No, of course not. We would never do such a thing.” Not to a metahuman who could reduce us all to cinders in a heartbeat, at least. “I speak, Ms Hwang, of your unique talents.”

The lights flickered, once, and Konoe glanced over his shoulder at the one-way mirror behind him, where Ms Bae was sitting. She would be watching this exchange, he knew, ready to sedate Ms Hwang and douse her with insulating gel. Not yet, he mouthed.

“What do you mean?”

“Ms Hwang, I belong to a very wealthy organization,” Konoe began, turning back to face her, and opened the suitcase which had been placed at his left elbow. Hundreds of neatly-pressed banknotes stared up at him, and he flipped it around neatly and brandished it at her. “We’re offering you half a billion won to be paid in instalments if you work with us.”

For a few moments, there was no response. It was likely that the younger woman had never seen such a vast sum of hard cash in her entire life. Konoe took advantage of her silence to continue. “It would be very suspicious for you to leave with a suitcase in your hand, though, so we could give you a million won to start with, denominated in ten-thousand-won banknotes.” He reached into his pocket, withdrew an unassuming white envelope, and slid it across the table at her. “You will be furnished with the best vocal coaches, dance instructors and choreographers that money can buy. Accommodation will be provided as well, and you can expect to have a sizable monthly budget as well on top of the half-billion won.”

Ms Hwang looked up at him, a strange glint in her eyes. “That’s an awful lot of money for just one singer.”

“You’re not just a singer, though, are you?” Konoe leaned forward. “You can rap, you can dance…” He adjusted his tie. “And, of course, you can electrocute people with nothing but a touch.” He spread his hands. “That, Ms Hwang, more than anything - that is what we are paying for.”

A few moments passed. Konoe swallowed.

“Fuck, do you think I’m stupid? Hell, yes!” Ms Hwang grinned, jumped to her feet, and stuffed the envelope into her pocket. “Where do I sign?”

Konoe exhaled. “I’ll get the contract.”

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the-woundupbird · 4 years

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moonrene a/b/o drabble

Byulyi nearly went cross-eyed trying to balance a pencil on the edge of her nose, leaning back to ensure that no wobbles would lead to the object clattering to the floor.

“Byulyi, would you stop being a dumbass and let me copy your notes?” whined Junghwan from his seat next to her.

“You should have finished it last night instead of playing video games. I asked you to go to the library after cram school but you said no.”

“I didn’t want to have to get caught up in an enforcer patrol. They always walk around our school because it’s integrated.”

Byulyi harrumphed as her pencil finally tipped off her nose and she caught it in mid-air.

“The enforcers aren’t that scary.”

“They’re the only branch of the police force that can freely carry guns in Korea. How is that not terrifying?”

“They only are supposed to use them on alphas that go berserk. You saw the news the other day right?”

She tipped her head back and met Junghwan’s sullen gaze. Of course he had. The whole country had watched breathlessly as the blurry images circulated all across South Korea. Even though the schools had just started being integrated two years ago in an effort to lessen the bias amongst alphas, betas, and omegas, last week’s news made it a very hard sell. Byulyi remembered seeing how even the grainy pixels of a handheld video had to be blurred as the alpha, clearly not on his scent blocker medication, had torn out the throat of an omega high school girl in broad daylight. It’d gone viral in hours and trended globally by the end of the day.

So much for South Korea being the leader in cutting edge scent-blocking pharmaceutical research.

“I heard that alphas might have to start filing their teeth down now,” Junghwan murmured as he pillowed his head on his arms.

“Don’t they already? I heard naturally they’re even sharper than betas’ teeth.” Byulyi gave Junghwan a one-handed finger gun and he automatically curled his upper lip to show off the undeniable pointed edge. But that was just his canines.

“Are they really all sharp? Like actual wolves?”

“Apparently,” Byulyi muttered as she wiggled her pencil in her hand, watching as the rest of her classmates filtered in for the first period of school. She wiggled her eyebrows at her friend Heeyeon with a smile as the other girl took her seat near the front of the classroom.

“Heeyeon-ah, will you check math answers with me?” she half-shouted across the room.

“After! We’re getting a transfer student and I have to help Ms. Park settle her in.”

“Wait, really?” Byulyi tilted her head curiously, startling a little when their teacher walked in. She adjusted something at her desk before the class stood to bow and greet her for the morning. Byulyi zoned out as she half listened to her teacher do a few cursory announcements. Outside the classroom she caught sight of dark black hair in the periphery of the window. If she wasn’t on scent-blockers she probably could smell her but it was mandatory for everyone to be on the medication to suppress as much of their differences as possible.

But, Byulyi could catch the faintest hint of something musky, like pine in the woods on a cold winter night. It made her heart race a little in her ears. The scent was untamed in a way that was clearly forbidden as the reintegration tapes had stated. Wild and free—not for me!

“-Bae Joohyun.”

Byulyi blinked owlishly, tuning back in just in time for the prettiest girl she’d ever seen to slide the classroom door open and enter quietly. She knew that every one of her classmates was straining a little forward, curious to try to tell what exactly was she. Was she an omega? A beta? An alpha?

But of course the scent-blockers kept that a secret. A gift for reintegration.

“Why don’t you introduce yourself, Joohyun-ah,” Ms. Park said with a smile, a hand gesturing to the eager students.

“… My name is Bae Joohyun. I’m a transfer student from Daegu. I’m… please take care of me.” She bowed quickly and the rest of the class began a frenzy of curious questions despite the clear shyness tightening her face.

“What high school did you come from in Daegu? Angel High?”

“Are you an omega? You’re so cute!”

“What’s your favorite food?”

Byulyi rolled her eyes a little and by chance her and the transfer student made eye contact. She blinked slowly, nose twitching as she tried to put a finger on the faint scent. It was almost like Joohyun knew she was trying to smell her because she flushed and silently sat in the empty seat behind Heeyeon, silencing the questions.

Ms. Park seemed a little flustered as she stared at Joohyun for a long moment before awkwardly shifting on her feet.

“W-well everyone, please be nice to Joohyun, okay? It’s hard transferring in the middle of the second year of high school so answer all her questions.”

Byulyi almost snorted because it’d be the other way around. Joohyun would be lucky if she got through today with her identity not immediately revealed.

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

Byulyi usually left her classroom during break to bother Yongsun but she stuck around to watch everyone flock around the new girl. She almost felt a little bad at the way they swarmed her, bombarding her with questions like they couldn’t tell she was getting extremely uncomfortable under the weight of them all. Even Heeyeon looked a little terse despite her usual big smile.

She sighed as she stood and ambled over to the fray.

“-my cousin says that’s the best chicken place in Daegu! That’s so cool your parents own that restaurant chain.”

Joohyun weakly smiled at the comment, ducking her head a little and letting her dark hair fall more in front of her face. It was a curtain, Byulyi thought with a sad smile.

“Hey, everyone, class representative Moon Byulyi needs to talk to the transfer student. So I’m going to steal her for a second.”

“Aw come on, Byul, can’t we have a little fun?”

“After I help her out. Hey, Vice President Ahn, you probably need to go to the bathroom before class starts right? I’ll take care of the transfer kid.”

“Oh could you, Byul-ah? Thanks I’ll be right back!”

Joohyun raised her head, exchanging a smile with Heeyeon as the taller girl practically leaped from her seat and sprinted for the bathroom.

“Want to get out of here?” Byulyi stepped in front of the crowd of curious students. She blocked them from Joohyun’s line of sight with her back, bracing her hands on the corner of the girl’s desk and chair. Byulyi almost flushed at how close they were with Joohyun’s thigh almost brushing her knee.

“Where?”

Byulyi just smirked and grabbed Joohyun’s wrist, running off with a barking laugh to the dismay of her classmates. She didn’t realize the transfer student was laughing too until they’d climbed a few flights of stairs to the empty music classroom. Byulyi dropped Joohyun’s wrist as she stumbled into a chair, flipping her long bangs out of her eyes.

“Thanks.”

Byulyi looked up at Joohyun who was still uncertainly standing near the door, one hand clenching onto her wrist. She looked uneasy as she glanced around the empty classroom. It was like she was worried a chair was going to jump up and bite her or something.

“They’re all really nice. We all basically went to the same middle school together so getting a transfer student is really fun for us. But I can get how all those strangers up close might be scary.”

Joohyun tucked some of her hair behind her ear with a nod. Noticing how stiff the other girl’s shoulders were made Byulyi feel a little guilty. She seemed just as nervous as when they were down stairs. With a determined glance around the classroom she ambled toward the only piano in the corner and gestured for Joohyun to join her.

“Can you play?”

“A little.”

“How about this one?”

Byulyi tinkered around a little, pulling a playful rendition of chopsticks from the old keys. Joohyun bit back a smile as she tapped along, the two of them making a sloppy stream of music.

When they stopped, Joohyun turned to look at her and Byulyi swore her eyes were almost golden in the lighting. But it must have just been her imagination. After all, it was a lot having such a pretty girl staring at her like that.

“What perfume do you use?” she asked quickly, making a show of randomly pressing a series of lazy chords against the keys.

“Perfume?”

“Yeah. Everyone wears it since the scent blockers sort of make you smell… sterile. Like a hospital room.”

“I don’t wear perfume,” Joohyun mumbled as her eyes fell back to the keyboard, her profile solemn as she produced a sad string of notes from the piano.

“Oh sorry, you just smell-” Byulyi’s eyes widened at the way Joohyun’s jaw clenched so hard she could see the muscle twitch “-nice.”

“Nice?”

“Yeah. Like have you ever gone hiking when there’s snow on the ground? It makes the trees smell so clean and fresh. Especially the hour or two before it gets dark. I think… I think you smell like that.”

Joohyun looked at Byulyi oddly before staring back down at her hands on the piano, small fingers almost engulfed by the sleeve of her uniform blazer. Even though Byulyi was an omega, there was something about the other girl that made her want to protect the gentleness that seemed to ooze out of the careful way she touched everything. If she touched me, would she act like I was made of glass, too? Byulyi wondered.

“You shouldn’t be able to smell me with the scent-blockers,” Joohyun muttered tersely, fingers tracing the piano keys but no longer playing. “Are you an alpha? Your sense of smell is really strong.”

“No. I’m not actually. I was born with a good nose.” Byulyi gave Joohyun a half-smile which the girl almost returned.

“You smell nice, too.”

“You can smell me?”

“Well, you’re standing right here,” Joohyun flushed, her cheeks undeniably pinkish at the way Byulyi leaned forward curiously.

“What do I smell like?”

Joohyun stopped trying to pull away, letting Byulyi be nearly a breath away as she let her gaze slide from her bangs to the slope of her jaw.

“Sweet. Like candy.”

“Well don’t eat me. I’ve read Little Red Riding Hood and I know how that story goes.”

“Do I look like the Big Bad Wolf?”

Byulyi lifted her head to laugh at the absurd question Joohyun was posing. This tiny person that looked more like a doll than a girl was asking if she was some monster from a story?

But then when Joohyun just stared back at Byulyi with not a hint of bluster, she found she couldn’t quite say no.

#moonrene #mamavelvet #HERE IT IS #THE EVIDENCE OF MY SINS #fic #mine

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seullovesme · 5 months

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Which fan all was the wattpad moment I wanna seeeee

OF COURSE????? MS. BAEEE WHAT ABT MEEE 😩💔

nah but there are so many fancall moments with irene where it sounds like its straight of a book, she has so much charisma

#seullovesme » replied!#irene i love u #ms. bae one chance please #pls #bae irene

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worryinglyinnocent · 4 years

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Fic: Forward Post

Summary: Belle French receives a misdirected package for one Baeden Gold, and she sets about trying to reunite the parcel with its rightful recipient. She never expected to find love along the way.

Written for the @a-monthly-rumbelling prompt: Mail delivered to the wrong address.

Rated: G

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Forward Post

The parcel had come to the wrong place. Well, that wasn’t strictly true. The parcel had come to the correct place, but it had come to the wrong person.

Belle was still staring at the box a good five minutes after she had come home from work to find it sitting outside her apartment.

She couldn’t deny that the address was definitely hers, so the box had definitely come to the right place.

She was not, however, the Baeden Gold to whom it had been addressed.

Now, normally if Belle received post that had come to her address but not her name, she would do one of two things. She would shred it without opening it, or she would scribble ‘not known at this address, return to sender’ all over it and post it again.

The parcel, however, was a rather sizeable parcel, and as she picked it up to bring it into the apartment, she found that it was really quite heavy. Now, option A was obviously out of the question, and given its size and weight, Belle really didn’t fancy lugging it down to the post office.

She was going to have to do something with it. Baeden Gold would probably be expecting his parcel, especially since Christmas was coming and the parcel was likely to be related to the holiday. She certainly couldn’t just keep the parcel and hope that the Baeden Gold in question would come by and collect it. Given its size and weight and the postage markings on it, whoever had sent the parcel had spent quite a lot on getting it sent, and Belle really wanted it to get to the correct recipient. It had been sent with love and care: it was well-wrapped, and the address was printed neatly by hand. As she set it down on the kitchen table, she saw the return address. There was no name. Well, there wasn’t a name that could help her. The sender had identified themselves as ‘Papa’.

Oh. Oh dear.

Belle could put together a very clear picture of what was going on. A father estranged from his child had sent gifts for Christmas, and they had come to the child’s address too late, after someone else had already re-rented the apartment.

Belle’s brow furrowed. She’d been living here for almost six months; surely that was enough time for a new address to have been communicated to Baeden’s father. Unless they didn’t want their new address to be known by said father for whatever reason.

Belle sat down at the kitchen table, wishing that she knew what to do. Returning to sender would be the best option, but at the same time, she couldn’t get the vision of this unknown man getting his child’s Christmas presents back, and the vision of the child not receiving any Christmas presents from their father, out of her head.

She had to get these presents to this child. Returning to sender would be useless, because Papa Gold - no, that sounded horribly wrong, she needed another way to identify him. Mr Gold, that would do. Because Mr Gold would not have sent the parcel to the wrong address if he had known the correct one.

Belle didn’t know the correct address any better than Mr Gold did, but at least she had a better chance of finding out.

She grabbed her phone and dialled the letting agency. Naturally, it was out of their office hours, but she left a message.

“Hi, this is Belle French from apartment sixteen, I was wondering if you had a forwarding address for the previous tenants? I’ve received a parcel for them. Thanks.”

She hung up and leaned back in the chair; there was nothing more that she could do until morning now. Well, except wonder what the box contained. She’d never open it, but having come into unexpected custody of it, she couldn’t help but imagine. How old was Baeden? What kind of toys did he like? She picked up the box again and shook it very gently, but the weight distribution didn’t change. Whatever it was, it was packed in tightly.

It felt like books. Working in the library, Belle was used to handling boxes of books, and she knew how much they weighed for how little room they took up. This could very well be a box of books.

What books were they? Fantasy? Sci-fi? Picture books? More likely to be picture books; if Baeden was still young enough for his father to be Papa to him, then he probably wasn’t reading Lord of the Rings yet.

The box stayed on her kitchen table overnight, but Belle’s dreams were full of unknown children separated from their fathers and their Christmas presents.

When she checked her emails next morning, there was a message from the letting agency waiting for her with the forwarding address.

Unfortunately, the name that went with the forwarding address was not Baeden Gold.

Well, of course it wasn’t going to be Baeden Gold. If his papa was still sending him Christmas presents then he was hardly old enough to have the lease in his own name.

The name was Milah Cassidy.

Belle looked at it hard for a moment. If Baeden’s father was no longer part of the family unit, then it made sense that his mother might have gone back to her maiden name. Or maybe they had never been married in the first place, and she had never been Milah Gold.

Or maybe Milah Cassidy was entirely unrelated and was just another person who had lived in the apartment, like Belle.

She glared at the box. It was just an ordinary box wrapped in brown paper and sealed with parcel tape; it should not have been causing so many problems. Still, she was determined to get to the bottom of it all, and she was even more determined that Baeden Gold was going to get his books from his papa.

She thought for a moment, and then the solution struck her. There was still a good couple of weeks before Christmas, after all, and she had the return address.

Belle grabbed a sheet of paper and pen and sat down at the table, the box seeming to watch her as she wrote.

Dear Mr Gold (I assume that’s your name from the box)

My name is Belle French and I’ve lived in Apartment Sixteen, Riverside Mansions for the past six months. I’m currently in possession of a parcel that you sent here addressed to a Baeden Gold, who again, from the box, I’m assuming is your son.

I take it from the fact that you sent the box here that you don’t have Baeden’s current address.

I have a forwarding address for the tenant who lived here before me. Please forgive me for not passing this to you for security reasons. I am happy to forward the parcel on your behalf, however, to avoid the same thing happening to someone else as has happened to me, could you please confirm that Baeden is resident with a Ms Milah Cassidy.

Many thanks, Belle French.

She added her phone number - it would be a bit difficult to get the parcel delivered in time if she had to rely on snail mail for all future correspondence - and sealed the envelope.

All she could do now was wait and see.

The call came three days later, out of the blue, on her lunch break. When she saw that it was an unknown number, Belle pounced on it and answer after two and a half rings.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Miss Belle French?”

“Speaking.”

“Hello, this is Raymond Gold. I, erm, I got your letter about Bae’s parcel.”

“Hello, Mr Gold.”

For some reason her heart was beating very hard in her chest, and Belle could not for the life of her work out why. Maybe it was his voice, soft and Scottish and nervous, as if he didn’t like making phone calls.

“Milah is Bae’s mother, Cassidy’s her maiden name. I… Do you really have the parcel? I mean, obviously you do, or you wouldn’t have my address… I can’t believe she didn’t tell me she’d moved. No, actually, I can, it’s the kind of thing she’d do…” He tailed off, and Belle could almost feel his embarrassment down the phone. “I’m not weird or dangerous, I swear, we just had a very acrimonious divorce. I won’t ask for the new address or anything, but could you please send it on? I need Bae to know that I’m still around, that I still love him, no matter what his mother might have said.”

The poor man, it sounded like he was at the very end of his rope. Whilst Belle couldn’t vouch for him not being weird or dangerous, she could certainly help to make sure that his son didn’t go without his parcel.

“Of course. I’ll let you know when it’s gone.”

“Thank you. Thank you so much. And thank you for taking the time to do this, rather than just returning it to sender.”

“You’re very welcome, Mr Gold. Thanks for calling.”

She could sense his desperation, and she dreaded to think what he might have done had the parcel arrived on his own doorstep again.

“Thank you.”

They said their goodbyes, and Belle went to get the parcel on the next - and hopefully final - leg of its journey.

She had expected that to be the end of it. She sent a text to Mr Gold’s number to tell him that the parcel had been sent, and she thought that would be it.

But it wasn’t.

Gold replied thanking her again, and then, without even realising it, Belle was having a complete text-based conversation with a man she’d never met, had only spoken to once, and had only found out existed in passing thanks to a misdirected parcel.

She told him what she did, and why she loved being a librarian so much, and she asked if the parcel had contained books because it felt like it did.

He told her that yes, it had books in, because Bae was a voracious and precocious reader for his five years, and that reading bedtime stories was the thing he missed most. He told her about Bae, about himself, about how and why his relationship had ended. Belle told him about her parents, her own heartbreaks, her own loneliness.

Even though he was a stranger, Belle felt that she really knew him, that he was a kindred spirit. They were both lonely, and whilst Gold was painfully aware of his isolation, Belle’s own state only weighed heavy upon her in the moments like this, when she felt that the only person who understood her was hundreds of miles away in a remote corner of Maine.

She had not expected to find a friend as a result of that parcel, but she had definitely found one.

She was surprised when, a week after his first call, Gold called her again. They had been exchanging messages several times a day, but they had not spoken to each other since the initial call.

He was so changed. His voice was still soft and still Scottish and still shy, but it was energised now; there was less desperation in it.

“Bae got his parcel!” he exclaimed happily. “He called me! Everything’s going to be all right!”

Belle felt a huge swell of happiness burst through her veins at the news.

“I’m so glad, Rum, that’s great news.”

All the same, she felt a little sad that they would probably no longer be exchanging messages after this call, and she was so very glad when, half an hour after hanging up, her phone pinged, and their communication continued.

They kept going back and forth throughout the Christmas period. The messaging became almost like a ritual, and Belle found herself counting Rum Gold amongst her closest friends, despite the fact she had no idea what he looked like.

She found out what he looked like four months after their first interaction. The first tentative signs of spring were just about showing, and the chill in the air was no longer as biting cold as it had been all over winter. It was a day to be positive, and there was a spring in Belle’s step as she answered her doorbell.

It became rather a perplexed step when she found a middle-aged man with short greying hair outside, a small boy hanging onto his hand.

“Erm, hi.” The man gave an awkward wave, and Belle recognised his voice immediately. “I should have warned you before, and it’s horribly bad manners just turning up like this, but since I knew your address, and I was in the area anyway… I’m Rum Gold, and this is Bae, and we just wanted to come and thank you in person.”

“Thanks for sending my parcel!” Bae piped up.

“I… You’re very welcome. Would you like to come in for some tea, or hot cocoa?”

“Yes!” Bae said.

“No, we can’t I’m afraid,” Rum said. “We’ve got to get to a meeting. But… maybe we could meet tomorrow? We’ll still be in town.” He paused. “I’m getting full custody of Bae; he’s coming home to Storybrooke with me. We’re signing the final paperwork today.”

“It’s going to be great!” Bae certainly seemed very happy at the prospect of being with his dad again, and Belle was so relieved that everything had turned out for the best.

“Tomorrow would be perfect.” Belle smiled. “I’m so happy that everything worked out for you.”

“Well, I couldn’t have done it without you.” Rum had gone rather pink around the ears. “If it hadn’t been for talking with you so much, I would never have got the courage to start the proceedings. So, the cocoa is definitely on me tomorrow.” He paused. “I hope that we can continue talking, even after this is over?”

Belle nodded. “We definitely can. It’s been great to meet you in person at last. And… I really hope that tomorrow won’t be the last time?”

Rum smiled. “It certainly doesn’t have to be. You know where I live, after all.”

“And you definitely know where I live.”

They both laughed. It was the beginning of a beautiful friendship, with the prospect of it becoming so much more. And it had all started with one innocuous parcel.

#rumbelle fic #A Monthly Rumbelling #rumbelle #Belle French #Mr Gold #little!Bae #relationship beginnings #meet-cute #Fic: Forward Post

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yasminsqueendom · 5 years

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Antique the Vamp Geek Pt1 Ep11

CW: The usual stress, anxiety and anger and crying, add a little complicated family dynamic and fear of starvation.

A/N: Tique’s family makes an uncomfortable appearance and she takes it the best she can...by panicking. But also coming up with a plan of what to do about it.

W/C: 1661

Hey y’all. I know it’s been a while since you heard from me. Life has been somewhat of whirlwind. I left off with all that crazy shit happening with my bitch ass roommate snitching on me. Thankfully, my other roommate is a saint sent directly from heaven. But anyway, back to the story……….

I woke up at some point the next day, showered and all that shit.

I am lucky enough to have my own private bathroom.

Anyways, I sat on my bed, and got stuck in my thoughts for a while. I eventually realized that something was bothering me about the day before, but I couldn’t remember what it was. So much of it was still a fog. Then, it hits me. MY FUCKING DAD CALLED ME. HE NEVER FUCKING CALLS ME!!!

I went scrambling to get my phone. And sure enough, there were 5 missed calls and voicemails. All of my panic from yesterday started bubbling up in my stomach. Had something happened to my little brother and sister? Did my mom finally decide to speak to me again? Did my father stop being a little…? Anyway, I started hyperventilating because I couldn’t figure out why he would call me, for any reason, at all.

I really can’t overstate how odd it is that my father would call me EVER.

At some point the night before, my roommate had passed out in her own room. I could hear her snoring a little through the wall. She doesn't snore loud, I can just hear extremely well. I focused on that sound for a moment. I wanted to wake her up and ask her to help me figure out what to do, but it wouldn't be a fair thing to ask.

I had to get my head together. I wouldn't know why he was calling until I listened to the voicemails. So that's what I did.

Vm1: “Antique, answer your phone. It's your dad. We need to talk.”

Vm2: “Antique I know you see these calls. You always on your phone. I know you see it so call me back.”

Vm3: “Antique, it's your mother. I know you hate me and think I'm a terrible person, but honestly you need to grow up and move on. We need to talk to you. It's important.”

Vm4: “Tique? It's me...Mom and Dad made me call. Um...are you ok? They said something is wrong with you. Are you sick?”

The bastards got my younger siblings involved with this. They have my baby sister scared, calling me about me being “sick”. I swear…

Smh. But that's not what hit me hardest.

Vm5: “Ummmm. Tique. I'm...so...sorry. I think this is all my fault. I heard your voice. One of my friends from school listens to your show. I'm so sorry.”

Well there it is. I was right about my brother knowing what I was. I know I mentioned it before during a q and a. Let me explain, I always text my brother and sister “ Night y'all.” But a few weeks ago, my brother's number started sending back the texts telling me that “block” feature was in use. And then, I couldn't see his social media anymore. The sudden isolation threw me off, so I called my little sister and she said that she was scared. She is 10 years old, so sudden changes in her life make her panic really bad. My brother (14) told her I had turned into a monster and I was going to eat her.

Let it sink in how fucked up that is…..

This little nigga has made my baby sister terrified of me. But she's a real one so she let me talk to her and calm her down. She was clearly uncomfortable with the growing conflict, but she was cool about it. I told her to put him on the phone.

This was our conversation:

“Hey, bro. What's going on? Why aren't you talking to me? Can I make things better between us?”

“No.”

“I'm sorry, man. I would like to hear from you. Are you sure I can't make it up to you. Just tell me what I did. I promise I'll try to explain.”

“I don't want to talk to you Tique. You aren't my sister anymore.”

And then he hung up. So yeah… The fucked up level is reaching critical for me.

So, back to the present moment. I already know that I am not going back to my family’s home. They could have me arrested or institutionalized. It's better to try to get this situation under my control. Or at least, deal with it on my terms.

I call them back.

Don't ask what came over me. I truly have no clue.

The phone barely had time to ring before my mom picks up.

“Antique, baby, is that you?”

Now I feel the need to emphasize the fact that my mother has never called me “baby.” She never showed affection. She seemed determined to be my enemy since I hit puberty.

“Um. Hey ma. Y'all called me?”

“Is that all you have to say? ‘''Um hey’ is the best you can do?”

“I don't want to fight Ma. Let's not. You said you wanted to talk to me?”

“I want you to come home.”

“I am home.”

“You know what I meant. Don't be disrespectful!”

“Ma I'm on the phone with you right now. Just tell me what you need to speak to me about, please.”

“I didn't raise this thing you've become, Ms. Grown-Ass. You never used to talk to me like this.”

“I lived with you back then. Listen, I don't want to do this right now.”

“No I decide what you're about to do!”

“......”

“Oh what you don't have anything to say now?”

“I'm going to hang up. I can't do this right now.”

“Don't you dare-”

I hung up. I wasn't interested in the bullshit anymore.

She called back, but I didn't answer. I needed to make sure I was as safe as possible. She still had access to my credit card and savings account, but when I found out I had been turned, I opened a checking account. I had been slowly putting my money there. I had to accept that a few hundred dollars were going to be a loss. Oh well.

I already had everything of value from my old room. My great grandmother had left a bracelet and ring to me. I took them when I left for college. Most of the shit in my room was bought for me by people that didn’t know me that well. I didn’t care about it at all.

I sat in the middle of my bed for a minute, trying to remember what else I needed to do. I already knew that the chance of me getting my birth certificate and social security card were slim now. My infection status changed everything. Suddenly, I wasn’t a separate person anymore. The government required that someone else manage all of my business. I needed to name someone. Fortunately, that someone didn’t have to be a family member.

The main issue was figuring out who would have my power of attorney? Bae or my roommate? But, I really didn’t want to have to choose anyone. Experience had taught me that trusting people was a bad thing, but the government didn’t care about my experiences.

I did the only logical thing: I googled “PoA Vamp Form,” printed it, and walked it into my roommates room. Since time was an issue, I didn’t have the opportunity to call Bae up and ask for them to show up after work. I needed this taken care of now. And, yeah I know online PoA’s are bullshit, but time was was running out, and I couldn’t afford an attorney.

After some nagging, and begging, and promises of food, I managed to get my roommate up and dressed. Using my phone’s GPS we found notary nearby and paid the fee to get a seal on our form.

Now, in the midst of all this, I ignored several more calls from my parents. They even tried my younger siblings numbers. But, as guilty as I felt, I needed to find a way to protect myself. I couldn’t do a damn thing for them until I had all my shit in order.

I needed to figure out a way to get the originals of my birth certificate and my social. I needed to close down my one credit card. Open up another in my name that my mother wouldn’t know about. Thankfully, I was over 18 so there was only so much my parents could do. It worked out in my favor that I was renting, and didn’t own anything worth going to court over.

The last issue was that they knew my address. They didn’t really help me move anything, but obviously I had to tell them where I was going. My mother showed up a few times to criticize how my place looked. No one else ever visited.

Outside of that, I couldn’t think of what else I could do. I knew that I needed to come up with a plan to get my documents. My mother had all our documents in a safe deposit box, and I knew where she kept the key. The only chance I had of getting that key was going home. And home was the last place I wanted to go.

There had to be a way for me to get in there. I knew my younger siblings’ schedules well enough. They always would be in the house before our parents would. I felt incredibly guilty about it, but I had to use my siblings to get access to what I needed.

So yeah, my life’s fucked up level is over 9,000 these days.

I’m tired.

Anyways, stay moisturized and hydrated.

Love Tique.

#black women #black fic #black fiction #black women in fiction #black vamps #vamps #vampires #vampire

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bambyeol · 6 years

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This Band (p.7)

B.A.M SEQUEL now updating daily!

pairing/s: band! park jihoon x oc ; band! bae jinyoung x oc ; doctor! hwang minhyun x oc

character/s: park jihoon, park woojin, bae jinyoung, ong seongwoo, kim jaehwan, ha sungwoon, lai guanlin, kang daniel, yoon jisung, hwang minhyun

genre: angst, fluff, music (band)

summary: never date your band mate.

warning : a sequel so I’d appreciate it if you’ll read B.A.M first. though you can always live dangerously and read this immediately.

This Band (p.1) This Band (p.2) This Band (p.3) This Band (p.4) This Band (p.5) This Band (p.6) This Band (p.9) This Band (p.10) This Band (p.11) This Band (p.12) This Band (p.13) This Band (p.14) This Band (p15) This Band (final)

B.A.M p1 // B.A.M p2 // B.A.M p3 // B.A.M final

wanna one masterlist

song inspiration: Don’t Want To Be An Idol by VIXX

Because I’m an idol, because I’m a celebrity

I can’t hold your hand when we walk ...

She switched on the television in the lounge room, continuously coursing through the channels with little interest, a blank expression on her face as the sound from the television droned out.

She felt numb from the hospital gossip and the anonymous messages; the curious glances from the staff, and the not-so-subtle interrogation just to prove that it was a far-fetched idea that she dated Park Jihoon.

On the other side of the screen, Jihoon sat along with his co-stars finding it more and more unbearable to continue with the press-con.

The atmosphere in the said press-con reeked of tension. Everyone was waiting, second guessing on dropping the question, but no one took the chance. No one dared to ask. Instead, they threw watered down questions, the usual “Can you say something about the drama?” or “How was working with actor X”

When the host deemed that the reporters had asked enough, and formally closed the discussion, Jihoon decided to finally take the leap. He was busily observing throughout the press-con, segregating the veteran reporters from the neophytes.

He knew from his experiences that the new ones always had the guts to ask the unwanted questions.

“Really? Is that all? I think Miss Kim in the back wanted to ask one more question.” He smiled innocently as he pointed to the young woman with the name tag Kim who dressed a little too fashionably for that boring press-con.

“Ahh, uhm” she stuttered, flipping fastly on her notes and shuffled through the set questions until she finally found the unasked question. Miss Kim looked around only to find everyone’s eyes on her, a nonverbal cue to pressure her into asking.

“Can you give us a statement regarding the controversy about you and your former bandmate, Miss Bae Riseul?”

Everyone held their breaths in suspense. Jihoon grabbed the mic. “Sure.”

Immediately, all the reporters who initially feigned disinterest regarding the issue held onto their pens, opened the voice recorders and started scribbling for notes. The cameraman immediately zoomed to Jihoon.

“To put it simply, during our days as members of B.A.M, Rise-- Ms. Bae and I did have a relationship with each other,” Jihoon started and everyone nodded along.

“We dated for two years before we broke up. After the break up, we quit the band although it was Ms. Bae who quit first to pursue her studies. I quit 2 months later and pursued becoming an idol. During those years, we didn’t establish any contact with each other. In the recent B.A.M concert, it was pure coincidence we ran across each other. The hospital visitations weren’t meant for her at all. Earlier this year, I was involved in a car accident. I was advised to undergo therapy for my knees.” He explained calmly and perfectly just as how he had it in his mind.

“What we are now are nothing but friends. It may be hard to believe, but we have both grown as individuals and clearly understand the extent of our relationship.”

“But, what about --” another reporter chimed in, but before he could even deliver his question,

“The only reason I took this chance to explain everything about us is because everyone has gone overboard regarding the issue. The other party became harassed over misleading news up to the point where her own safety has been compromised that may have even caused serious injury or death.” His eyes spoke of uncontained anger.

“Ms. Bae may have been my ex-girlfriend, but regardless of who she was once in my life, it’s unacceptable to threaten someone and even hurt someone. I would like to remind everyone that the law is there to punish you, and I am more than willing to assist in tracking whoever tried to harass Ms. Bae in any form. And to the reporters, I hope that you’re aware that publishing false news could call for legal actions against you. That’s all.” Jihoon rested the microphone on the table and bowed before leaving the hall to prevent the media from swarming him with questions.

He didn’t know if his statement would do more harm than good, but he wished that his boldness and honesty would at least charm a few. Everything blew to his favor though when netizens and articles suddenly painted their relationship in a positive light, and Jihoon’s actions as chivalrous and admirable. Although some remained to criticize Riseul, he was comforted that everyone was starting to turn over.

Soon, everything would be over. ---

He stood by the hallway trying to blend in with the numerous patients queuing for their check-up. He saw her from afar, standing out amidst the pool of plain white and greys in that hospital. He would have been able to find her anywhere because his eyes always followed her every step. And he couldn't help but find a small smile on his face upon seeing that the woman he loves so much conquered her fears and achieved her dreams.

She neared him while walking along some of her fellow doctors and he waved. Riseul to his direction, confusion on her face. The last time they met, she lashed out at him with how he managed to turn her life upside down again. It was puzzling how he was back so soon.

"Jihoon-ssi, are you here for your therapy?" Jihoon felt the forced civilness in her voice and a smile reserved for acquaintances. They were just a meter apart but he still managed to feel that he was just a stranger to her life now.

“I came to say goodbye since I’ve completed the sessions for the therapy,” he answered. No surprise landed on her face.

“Are you okay? Are you still receiving emails or did any one try to hurt you?”

“It’s all good now. Thank you, Jihoon-ssi” she hugged the clipboard she carried.

“You don’t need to thank me. I dragged you into that mess, and I really don’t want to let you go through that again so I won’t bother you anymore. I know that you’ll be uncomfortable if we practice for the Reunion together so I’ll just reject it. I won’t perform. So please, attend the reunion of B.A.M and sing again,” he bowed.

"Don't bow to me. It's making me uncomfortable." Riseul replied as she gazed at Jihoon's figure. He retracted and she tried to meet his eyes before breaking it off. Jihoon still had that same gaze, resolute and unfazed. She tugged the end of her sleeves, her fingers fidgeting... a habit coming from her nervousness.

"It was nice meeting you again...Riseul-ssi." and he walked past her as he headed towards the exit of the hospital. Five years he wondered how she was, but now he's relieved, so it should be okay even if the tears threatened to fall.

She was his first love and looking back to their past, he wanted her to be the last as well.

His phone vibrated as he exited the facility.

One text message received.

I’ll see you in B.A.M practice. Don’t be late.

-Bae Riseul

He raised his eyebrows before breaking into laughter. It seemed like she wasn't planning to let her hold on him wear off anytime soon.

notes: I am back from the dead known as tumblr lag.

finished a jaehwan fic and will post it after completing this

currently working on BAM side stories concerning other characters and who they’ll end up with ;)

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therumbellehappyendingaward-blog · 6 years

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Chapter 3 writer: @imgilmoregirl

PROMPT: LIAR

AO3: HERE

The low, yellow lights of the shop illuminated the two small and slender silhouettes standing nervously there, both trying to decided which step to take next. Trying to hide her shaking hands from the pawnbroker’s eyesight, Belle kept them firmly wrapped together behind her back as she waited for his reaction, because although the little smile on his lips indicated some contentment, she wasn’t sure about what could be going through his mind. She wetted her lips with the tip of her tongue, admiring for a second how the shadows of the night made that man’s face look more mysterious and impossibly enchanting to her eyes.

Gold, however, titled his head at the beautiful brunette standing in front of him. His fingers traced down the cover of the book she gave him, certainly not something everyone would do, which made his eyes narrow slightly at her, questioning her intentions. She looked way too nervous, that was for sure.

Usually when people were apprehensive around him, it meant they wanted something and not that they were trying to be nice, but somehow there was something different about Belle, he had known it from the first time he laid eyes on her. Maybe it was the way her watery eyes blinked at him when they met, or the way she worried at her lower lip when she was unsure of what to say. It could be both, or it could be just the fact that she dared to show her heart to him even though she had been clearly warned to stay as far away from the dark, lonely, snarky, pawnbroker and landlord, as possible.

“May I ask you why are you doing this, Miss French?” Gold inquired, in a curious, polite and very unlike of him, tone of voice.

“I…” Belle swallowed hard. “I don’t think you’re ready for this yet.”

Those words called for his attention. So, he was right, she wasn’t just a kind-hearted soul that happened to cross paths with him, she did want something, Belle just didn’t want to speak out so soon. He bet she would want something big, maybe another two or three book restorations or maybe she was in need of money and had no one else to run to. Honestly, he had no idea, but he wanted to know immediately what it was.

“Ready for what?”

Taking a deep breath, Belle dropped her hands to the sides of her body, shaking them a bit as she looked down to the floor. Gold couldn’t quite understand her attitude, but he knew that she certainly looked way more anxious than any of his tenants ever did when they didn’t have enough cash to pay for the rent.

“Ok, I will speak up, but please don’t freak out,” Belle begged. He nodded and she run her tongue over her lower lip, soaking it before she could continue. “I’m a lonely woman, most people think I like to be, but the truth is I don’t.”

“I don’t get your point, Belle,” Gold answered, quite confused with the way she had decided to start that discourse.

The young woman blinked her eyes a few times, eyelids fluttering rapidly, causing him to notice that she was trying to avoid tears to start falling down her perfectly pale face. She seemed to breath in slowly as she took a shaken step towards him, the sound of her high heels moving in the woodened floor echoing through the shop.

“I don’t want to be lonely,” Belle confessed in a whisper.

“Well, I’m pretty sure you will find nice company at the Rabbit Hole,” he said, apologetically, still not understanding what she was trying to say.

This time, however, Belle shook her head at him.

“No, Mr. Gold, that’s the company I want,” the young woman replied. “I have always dreamed to become a mother, but my past relationships were a failure so I went to a clinic and I got inseminated.”

His eyes narrowed at the information, his breath got caught on his throat and Gold swallowed hard, holding the book she gave him, tighter, as he dropped his eyes to her middle-section, following her hands as they folded above her belly. The dress hided it perfectly, but now that she was touching her stomach so affectionally, he could clearly see the little bump that should be underneath it.

“Oh, congratulations,” was all he dumbly could manage to mumble. “But I don’t comprehend why are you telling me this.”

Belle sighed deeply. She was now caressing the bump unstoppably, as if somehow it calmed her to do so. Gold thought she was definitely too young for all this motherhood thing, however it had been her choice and if she followed the words written in that book of hers, then he bet no one could have ever even influenced in her decision.

He analysed her face as she lifted her eyes to him again and this time he saw something in then that truly terrified him. Hope.

“I wanted to get to know my donor and it happens to be… Well, it happens to be you,” Belle spoke all too fast. “That’s the reason why I came to Storybrooke in first place.”

Her words didn’t quite made sense to him, although a small part of his brain gave signs that he should start to freak out because the word “insemination” followed by the word “donor” led him to the past and a very stupid decision including his semen followed by the lost of his one and only beloved child.

“Because of me?” Gold inquired like the fool he had never been.

“I wasn’t going to move here, but then I found out that the mayor needed a librarian and I thought it could be a good idea,” Belle continued in only one gush of air, before she appeared to realise that he was frozen in front of her, still trying to cope with everything she was staying and she stopped, taking a few seconds to think before she shook her head and murmured: “God, I hope I’m not scaring you.”

“No,” the pawnbroker guaranteed.

“I usually don’t speak so much or so fast as you may have noticed before, I’m just nervous,” Belle confessed, mindlessly toying with the edges of her long, curled hair. “I truly want you to know that the unexpected way we happened to meet made things more special to me, I’m grateful that you accepted to fix my beloved book, which also explains the gift. I beg your pardon for all the tears that day and my rude last words… I’ve been feeling really sensible ever since the insemination.”

She was talking about this in a natural way, because that was something that she wanted, that she had wished for, but Gold hadn’t. If he had some kind of one-night stand with some random woman maybe it would be easier to take, because the pregnancy would be his fault, however he wasn’t ready for it. He had forgot he had gone to that clinic or ever donated anything, but now this woman came to town with this news and he couldn’t just cope with it.

“I think I need a moment, Ms. French,” Gold said, turning his back to her and moving to the corner of the shop, where a small working stool was place.

He let himself fall heavily on it, breathing out slowly as he laid his new book on his good knee. The pawnbroker was pretty aware of the woman watching him, but he really needed to just breath and allow himself to adjust to the fact that even though he had promised to himself to never have another child after Bae was gone, Belle was growing one inside of herself and wanting it or not, that child was a part of him.

“Are you alright?” The soft, feminine voice asked. “You look a bit pale.”

“It’s just that… I happened to have forgotten about that donation I’ve made.”

“Do you regret it?”

A simple question with a simple answer, but for Gold it didn’t sound anything simple. It ignited something inside of him, a burning flame of anger. It was anger for what happened to his son, for the decisions he made and for this moment now, a moment he truly didn’t need to live.

“The reason why I did that and everything that came before it is something I don’t want to talk about,” Gold made very clear to the librarian.

“Ah, alright, I think I can understand it,” Belle nodded. “I’m sorry, I just really came here because I thought you could want to know, that maybe you should know the name I chose and the gender of the baby… Well, maybe I even hoped you would want to see them from time to time.”

It was too much for him. Gold stood up all of the sudden. The book fell to the floor with a loud bang that startled the beautiful brunette that was just speaking so full of joy that he truly hated himself for ever bringing a scared expression to her previously radiant face. He would like to be a better person, to meet her expectations but he wasn’t and he could never be what Belle seemed to expect him too.

Once he had been a caring father and once he had lost a darling son. It had destroyed him and as the coward he would always be, Gold couldn’t allow himself to go through that pain a second time. He could imagine, even now how the child would be like. It would have nothing of him, he hoped, he or she would be totally like their young mother and if he ever laid eyes on them it would be a one-way road, he would fell in love and there would be no going back.

“You’re wrong,” the pawnbroker said. “I’m glad you got what you wanted, Ms. French, but I’d like to make it clear that I don’t want to have anything to do with this child.”

Belle’s mouth fell open. She stared at him for long seconds before she managed to collect herself and nod.

“Ok,” the librarian whispered. “Please don’t mind me, I think it was just the hormones speaking, but I’m twenty weeks long by the way.”

Gold shook his head. He couldn’t have anything more of it.

“Have a lovely night, Belle.”

“Yeah, you too.”

She turned around on her heels, making her way to the door. It banged when she left and he fell to the stool again. Gold sighed looking down at the book and thinking about how much of a bastard he was, how much of a liar he was. If, Gold was being truthful to her, he would have said that he wanted nothing more than a second chance at fatherhood again, that he had loved a son very much and that he would love her baby to the moon and back, but he couldn’t do it.

The pain, the grief, was there again and it made him feel empty and numb. His poor Bae was lost forever and so was Belle’s child or any chance of having a friendship with her.

He was a liar and he would always be a loner.

#rumbelle #finish this #imgilmoregirl #group yellow

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pinksausageduo · 6 years

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ha sungwoon|enemies to lovers

member: ha sungwoon genre: fluffy summary: school au! enemies to lovers au! sungwoon has been annoying you all of high school by constantly asking you out. with a school project you find out his feelings for you are sincere. now when he asks one last time will you say yes? enemies to lovers series: bae jinyoung | ong seongwoo | park jihoon | kim jaehwan | lai guanlin | ha sungwoon | hwang minhyun | yoon jisung

you and sungwoon started wayyy back

he used to be that asshole who would tease you in primary and middle school

ugly hair cut he’ll be the one to tell you first

embarrassing moment first to laugh

you weren’t too affected by it but you hated his guts

suddenly high school came around

puberty became a thing and you were one of the lucky ones

but unfortunately for you sungwoon became even more annoying

no teasing anymore

but worse

constantly asking you out

“hey y/n do you want to go out saturday night” he’d say with a smirk first thing in the morning

“fuck off sungwoon how many times do i have to say no for you to get it through your thick head” you replied grumpily

“nahhh you’re the one in denial” he’d say right back

“yeah yeah yeah keep on talking” you say dismissively

that’s usually how would it go on a regular basis

of course sungwoon’s friends would be shitting themselves with laughter

they literally take count of how many times he’s asked you out

minhyun has a notebook he carries around to tally

sungwoon will go back to his friends and grumble out “she rejected me”

“we know” choruses the whole group

“you’re up 467 now sungwoon” minhyun says as sungwoon gives him a death glare

there’s a whole wide school betting pool when you get so sick of him asking you out you finally agree

of course it’s run by daniel and seongwoo

your friends have even tried to convince you to say yes just to win the prize money

you would try to avoid sungwoon any chance you get but you can not escape him

he’s in nearly all your classes

and you won’t deny he is good looking

but seriously you can not deal with his personality

like who asks a girl out constantly just to annoy her??

some people actually thinking he’s being sincere

you scoff at those comments

but when you honestly ask yourself what you would say if he sincerely asked you out

you were at a loss of words

because there was a secret part of you that weirdly liked him???

it didn’t make any sense???

and then you decided to never ever think about him sincerely asking you out again

because he doesn’t actually like you

right?

and you were also dreading the day that you become partners for a project

while sungwoon was very much looking forward to it

and of course your english teacher who’s in her mid 20s and definitely one of the most popular teachers

your favourite teacher but not after who she partnered up you and sungwoon

she announced there were going to be partner project which was going to be 50% of your grade

her exact words were “y/n and sungwoon you two are together, let’s hope something happens so the betting pool finally ends and i win it”

“MISS SMITHHHHH” you whine out and she just gives you a wink

cue you groaning and complaining

while sungwoon stands up and victoriously shouts “YESSS!!”

everyone is laughing

“good luck y/n” shouted guanlin while chuckling

you just gave him the middle finger

which made him just laugh harder

“hey sweetie how you doing today” sungwoon went over to you after class finished and putting an arm around you

“i am NOT anyone’s especially not your sweetie and i’m doing fantastic” your voice dripping in sarcasm as you say through gritted teeth

sungwoon totally ignoring your pissed off look said to you “how’s the espresso cafe at 4?”

“whatever” you say darkly under your breath

“i’ll take that as a yes” sungwoon says grinning brightly making you heart strings tug

just a tiny bit though

“i’ll see you at 4 honeyyy~” he says sweetly as he goes back to his friends

“THIS ISN’T A DATE BY THE WAY THIS IS NOT A YES” you shout as he walks off

“if you say so” sungwoon says smugly giving a cheeky wink back at you

you pout and cross your arms cursing your bad luck

“you know she’s just gonna hate you more if you call her by nicknames” minhyun said amused

“nah it’s just part of my appeal” sungwoon announced cockily his chest out

“the appeal which made her reject you for 3 years?” jinyoung said doubtfully

“shhhhh” sungwoon said covering jinyoung’s mouth

“do you actually even like her or are you doing it for the lols?” woojin butted in slightly concerned for you

since you two were friends

“if you’ve been paying any attention to his endless spiels of how perfect y/n is, he’s madly in love with her” groaned jaehwan

“dude no thanks headphones for the win” woojin replied

“i do actually really like her” sungwoon says nonchalantly shrugging his shoulders like it was the most obvious thing in the world

“jaehwan stop complaining we have to hear you composing shitty love songs at 3 in the morning” jihoon added

“THEY’RE NOT THAT BAD!” jaehwan retorted

“they are” minhyun assured him

“um anyways back to the subject in hand sungwoon hyung you know she doesn’t actually think you’re being sincere?” daehwi said

“i know but how do i be sincere” sungwoon said with a sigh

“you look her straight in the eye” seongwoo started with a cheeky grin

“and tell her you want to fuck her brains out” he ended

SMACK “WE HAVE MINORS HERE!!” jisung scolds him

“ow ow ow that hurt i was only joking sheesh” seongwoo said having his hands up trying to be apologetic but not being able to hide his grin

“forget all these guys i’ll tell you how to be romantic” daniel said confidently

“what do you know exactly? aren’t you single?” guanlin said confused not actually meaning to be a prick

which is why daniel can’t snip back because it’s guanlin

and everyone is soft for the maknae

“i’m going to ignore those statements and continue” daniel said

“just tell her your feelings and how much you really actually do like her and like since when” he continued

“girls love that stuff” seongwoo agreed

“also stop asking her out and calling her names” jinyoung added

“stop being so crude seongwoo” minhyun said while reading his book calmly

“he’s just trying to be funny like always it’s clearly failing” jihoon said while smirking

before seongwoo could say anything

the other member of the pink sausage duo added jokingly

“he’s SUCH a softie for his girlfriend he’ll do absolutely anything for her it’s half endearing half puke worthy and pathetic”

“shut up you evil s-sausages” seongwoo grumbled as woojin and jihoon hi fived each other while chuckling

“wait wait back up to daniel and jinyoung’s ideas they don’t sound that bad” sungwoon said almost positively

“well great because you have less than 15 minutes to get to the cafe and she’s gonna hate you if you’re late” daehwi added

“shit” cursed sungwoon as jisung shouted “LANGUAGE” as he left

sungwoon reached the cafe right on time sweating and panting

you could’t help but smirk as you saw him and feel slightly flattered?

that he ran to make it on time

“h-hey i-i’m n-not l-late am i?” he panted out

“nope right on time actually” you said amused

“okay what do you want?” he asks with a smile

“you’re paying?” you asked surprised

“of course i’m a gentleman” he scoffs out

“sure sure sure” you mutter under your breath before saying

“just an ice latte please”

“one ice latte coming up” sungwoon said with a gorgeous smile

making your beat go faster

what the hell is wrong with me you thought

once sungwoon came back with the drinks

you two started working on the project

at one point sungwoon was just simply staring at you

because you looked gorgeous with a messy bun and the concentrated look you have on your face

“do i have something on my face?” you asked without even looking up

“nope you just look beautiful” sungwoon says sweetly than going back to his work

he couldn’t help but smile when your cheeks got red

you wanted to be unaffected but he just sounded so sincere

it made you doubt that he was just trying to be annoying by asking you out

a few hours passed and it was surprising pleasant

sungwoon not asking you out once or calling you any sickly sweet nicknames

you even had a good time with him? laughing and making jokes and just talking normally

it was a weird feeling now you were around him

you even gave him your number?

when you did his face lit up like a million fairy lights

you excuse was because of the project which he just smirked at you

while you said adamantly“it really is!!!”

“so if i text you tonight at 10pm about whether salt and vinegar chips are worse than barbecue chips will you reply?” sungwoon said amused by your antics

“yes!! because salt and vinegar chips are OBVIOUSLY better” you ranted trying to avoid the fact that you would reply to him

“well i look forward to debating with you ms y/l/n good day and farewell” sungwoon said dramatically with a deep bow

making you laugh

and of course he added one last statement

“i really do prefer making you smile y/n then getting you angry”

“if you want to stop making me annoyed, stop asking me out” you replied softly

“i will” he says slightly disappointed but still upbeat

“okay thanks” you reply conflicted

you say goodbye then you get home

and questions are swimming around in your head

why did you hate the fact he wasn’t going to ask you out anymore?

why do you suddenly like being around him?

was he always this attractive?

and why is my heart going at uncontrollable speeds?

am i falling for ha sungwoon?

this was crazy you thought with a sigh

then you heard a ding it was your phone you dived for it hoping it was sungwoon

when you saw the message you couldn’t help but burst into a wide smile

“barbecue chips are obviously better than salt and vinegar”

you replied instantly

and from that moment on you know you were going to be head over heels

the next two weeks were amazing

you’d hang out with sungwoon every day after school

at of course your cafe

everyone was convinced you were a couple but you both denied it

sungwoon half heartedly

you tried to convince people the reason you guys jung out was because it was actually a really big project and it would be 50% of your grade

nobody bought it

truthfully you didn’t either

you just liked his company?

was what you were saying to try and make yourself believe you totally didn’t like him

the bets in the betting pool went up 60% making seongwoo and daniel very happy since they got a dollar from each bet made

you would text him at night until 1am

both of you had it REAL bad

it was the night before the project was due and you were upset because you didn’t really have an excuse to hang out with sungwoon anymore

and you didn’t want to be just friends but it seemed sungwoon was happily settling for that

maybe you were right

maybe his feelings weren’t genuine

you sigh as you finish up the last few touches

“hey you okay?” sungwoon asks concerned

“yeah i’m okay i just finished” you say weakly

“great! i just finished too come on i wanted to show you something” sungwoon says brightly with an excited look on his face

he held his hand out for you

which you grabbed immediately

liking the feeling instantly

sungwoon was leading you to the back to the cafe and up some rusty looking stairs

“where are we going sungwoon?” you ask curiously

“just wait and see” he says with a cheeky grin

suddenly you feel a blast of cold hair as sungwoon opens a door

it leads to a terrace

there’s a gorgeous sight of the skyline

and in the middle of terrace is a table with two chairs and all your favourite foods on there

with a rose in a vase in the middle

and soft romantic music is playing in the background

you gasp at the sight while sungwoon just smiles

“since it was our last day of the project i wanted to make it special and i know you told me that i shouldn’t ask you out anymore but i was hoping this could be a date with dinner and dancing. but like you can totally go if you don’t lik-” sungwoon gets cut off his sweet rambling

with you saying with a gorgeous smile and looking so so happy

“sungwoon just kiss me”

he gave you a mix between a smile and a smirk and leaned in

your kiss was slow and passionate but extremely romantic

as sungwoon held you close and you had your arms around his neck pulling him closer to you

when you parted with heavy breaths and sweet smiles

sungwoon asked you “so that’s a yes”

you laugh and then say “of course it’s a yes you idiot”

which sungwoon replies with another passionate kiss

you two spent the night laughing eating and dancing under the stars

and when you entered class the next day with holding hands

all of the wanna one guys and miss smith shouted loudly while doing happy dances

‘YES YES WE WON WE WON!!!!”

resulting the whole class bursting into laughter

with you blushing red as a tomato

and sungwoon just smirked before whispering in your ear

“i won the best prize of all, you”

then before you could stop him or remind him you two were in class

he gave you another swoon worthy kiss

IM SO PROUD OF MYSELF FINISHED THIS IS A FEW HOURS HEHEHHE YAY and btw this was loosely based off harry potter lily and james story cause i’m a hp nerd. also id like to apologise there might be a bit of a lack of scenarios since i just made a new stray kids blog @softstraykids and i’ll be posting scenarios on there too so I’m trying to juggle both blogs. let’s hope i don’t fail but i hope you liked the new instalment of the e to l series! thank you for reading love you all! as always leave me some feedback of what you thought and don’t be afraid to pop in and give me a message!!

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swanqueeneverafter · 6 years

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29. Ariel, Pt.5

Neverland. Jungle. Present. (Henry continues following Felix covertly through the jungle.) Storybrooke. Present. The Mines. (Ariel & Belle head into the mines.) Belle: “They're, uh, they're probably just ahead.” Ariel: “Shouldn't we wait for the dwarfs?” Belle: “We don't have time.” Man 1: “Here. Use this pickax.” Belle: (Gasps:) “You can't do that. (Man 1 points his gun:) You destroy that box, people we really care about will die.” Man 2: “Then we have something in common. Because if we don't, someone we care about will die.” Belle: “What are you talking about?” Man 1: “None of your concern. Now stay back. We don't want to hurt you.” Man 2: “But we will. You should know when to walk away.” Belle: (Thinks a moment:) “Never.” (Belle pulls a lever which releases a cart that plows straight into the two men, knocking them down. Belle rushes forward and grabs the box as Ariel kicks the gun away.) Man 2: “Please. You're making a terrible error. There is too much at stake.” Belle: “Destroying magic?” Man 2: “That's not it. We don't care about magic.” Belle: “Then what were you trying to do?” Man 2: “We're trying to save our sister.” Ariel: “Your sister?” Man 2: “She's been Pan's prisoner for a long time.” Man 1: “Over a century.” Belle: “That's impossible. You'd be...” Man 2: “Dead. We're well aware. Pan has kept us alive to do his bidding. And as long as we do, she lives.” Man 1: “And then when we're done, he'll free her and us. But now...” Belle: “Now is your best chance. We can defeat Pan, and your sister can finally be set free.” Man 2: “You think you're the first person who thought they could beat him?” Belle: “Why? Have you tried?” Man 2: “Yes, but we failed. It's how our sister ended up his prisoner in the first place.” Man 1: “We tried to be heroes, but it just made things worse.” Man 2: “And now? Now that we've failed? He'll kill her.” Belle: “We get this back to Neverland, Pan is gonna have much bigger things to worry about.” Man 2: “Can you really stop him?” Belle: “Yes. I believe we can. And if what you're saying is true, we will save your sister.” Ariel: “Who is she?” Man 1: “Her name is Wendy. Wendy Darling. If you see her, tell her John and Michael are waiting for her.” Neverland. (Pan unchains the cage and opens the door.) Wendy: “Am I... am I free?” Pan: “Not yet, Wendy. (Helps her out of the cage:) But that doesn't mean you can't come out and play.”

Storybrooke. Beach. (Ariel has changed/stripped down to her mermaid clothing.) Belle: “So... remember what I told you.” Ariel: “Don't worry. I'll deliver your message to Gold.” Belle: (Tenderly placing her hands on Ariel’s shoulders:) “Good luck.” (Ariel smiles and heads into the water, touching her bracelet, she transforms back into a mermaid before swimming back towards Neverland.) Neverland. (Continuing his pursuit of Felix, Henry watches at the lost boy drops a bag on the floor, seemingly by accident, and keeps walking. Moving forward to pick up the bag, Henry hears faint coughing coming from somewhere close by. Picking up the bag and climbing a nearby ladder, Henry heads towards the sound. Reaching the top of the ladder, Henry sees a young girl laying in bed.) Henry: (Approaching:) “Who are you?” Wendy: “You're not supposed to be here.” Henry: “I know. I thought Pan might be keeping my family here. Why are you so far away from the camp?” Wendy: “I'm... I'm sick, and he's afraid someone might catch it.” Henry: “Who are you?” Wendy: “My name's Wendy.” Henry: “Wendy Darling? (She nods:) I'm Henry. (Takes a seat on the bed:) W... what's wrong?” Wendy: “It's the island, Henry. Its power is fading. I've been here a long time, but... well... for some reason, it's affecting me more than the others. You look like him.” Henry: “Like who?” Wendy: “Your father.” Henry: “You knew my father?” Wendy: “We were friends. A long time ago, when he was just a little bit older than you. He saved my brothers from danger. He would do anything for my family.” (She begins coughing again.) Henry: “Are you gonna be okay?” Wendy: “You should go.” Henry: “M... maybe there's something I could do to help.” Wendy: “Just please, I don't want you to catch what I have. Pan is already doing everything that he can. But the magic here... I fear it is not enough.” Henry: “There has to be a way...” Wendy: “Please go, before you, too, become ill.” Henry: (Stands:) “I'll come back for you. I promise.” (Henry leaves as Pan appears.) Pan: “Well done. I couldn't have played the part better myself. (Wendy sits up:) Oh, and that bit about dear old dad. Excellent job.” Wendy: “I don't like lying to him.” Pan: “Well, don't think of it as lying. Think of it as... providing motivation.” Wendy: “Motivation for what?” Pan: “Doing what needs to be done, for all of us. See, Henry has the heart of the truest believer. And I need to control that belief.” Wendy: “What do you need him to believe in?” Pan: “Me. Now back to your cage.”

Neverland. By The Shore. (Regina and Mr. Gold await Ariel’s return.) Regina: “You really believe Belle can succeed?” Mr. Gold: “Yes, I do.” Regina: “Are you sure it's not your feelings blinding you?” Mr. Gold: “Or perhaps it's my feelings illuminating me.” Regina: “You really love her.” Mr. Gold: “Is that jealousy?” Regina: (Laughs:) “Of Belle? I think not.” Mr. Gold: “No, no. Of me being able to freely admit I love someone.” Regina: “What are you talking about?” Mr. Gold: “Oh come now, Regina. Wasn’t the whole reason for casting the curse so that you could finally have your happy ending?” Regina: “The curse you gave me was flawed from the beginning. It was meant to fail.” Mr. Gold: “Yes it was. Nevertheless, the curse still led you to find love.” Regina: “Henry.” Mr. Gold: “Indeed. But perhaps fate had more in mind for you, beyond the love of a child. Perhaps your true happy ending couldn’t occur until after your greatest act of evil was undone.” Regina: “What exactly are you driving at, Dark One?” Mr. Gold: “Doesn’t it strike you as an amazing coincidence that the one person who was destined to break your curse is also the same person responsible for giving you your greatest love?” Regina: “That’s because you designed it that way.” Mr. Gold: “Oh no I didn’t, dearie. When I made Ms. Swan the Savior it was because she was the product of True Love. Beyond that, I had no idea of the particulars. That she would one day meet my son and together they would produce the child that supposedly has the heart of the truest believer.” Regina: “Or that Henry would become my son?” Mr. Gold: (Shakes his head:) “My powers are vast, but not even I could’ve arranged those series of events.” Regina: “So you’re saying that Emma and I-” Mr. Gold: “I’m saying that, despite our history, despite everything we’ve done in our villainous lives, it is possible for people like us to find love. But only if we allow ourselves to be loved by others.” Regina: (Regards him for a long moment:) “You really have gone soft.” (Mr. Gold smiles and shakes his head as Ariel pops her head out of the water.) Ariel: “Sorry I'm late. We ran into a few... complications.” Mr. Gold: “Did you get it?” (Ariel opens her satchel, holding up the box.) Regina: (As she and Gold approach the water’s edge:) “Excellent. (Gold picks up and holds the box:) You fulfilled your end of the bargain. (Regina waves her hand over the bracelet:) Now you can have legs whenever you want. Or a fin. Whatever Eric's into these days.” Ariel: “Thank you.” Mr. Gold: “When you return to Storybrooke, seek him out. The rest is up to you.” Ariel: “Before I go, Belle wanted me to let you know that Pan has a prisoner on this island... a girl named Wendy. Her brothers are back in Storybrooke. Belle doesn't wanna let them down. She wants you to make sure that Wendy's okay.” Regina: (Hesitant:) “All that matters is Henry.” Ariel: “And now you have a chance to save him, thanks to me and Belle. So rescuing that girl is the least that you can do.” Mr. Gold: “We'll do our best. (Exhales:) Look, um... when you return... tell Belle I love her, and that she was right. I will see her again. (Ariel nods and swims away. Holding up his hand to stop Regina’s comment:) I don’t know what’s stopping you from telling Emma how you feel about her. But I do know if you don’t, there are others who will. Oh, and, just so you know, softness and weakness are two very different things.” (Mr. Gold walks off, examining the box in his hand, leaving Regina to consider his words.)

Neverland. Headed To Tinker Bell’s Place. (The trio trudge back to camp, Emma leading the way.) Neal: (Hurrying to catch up:) “Hey, hey, hey, I'm sorry. I know I screwed up.” Emma: (Turns to him:) “Yes, you did. You both did. We almost lost our shot at capturing the shadow because you two were fighting over a lighter.” Hook: “It wasn't the lighter that we were fighting over, luv.” Emma: “Okay, let me be very clear about something. If I had to choose someone... I choose Henry. He's the only thing that matters.” (Emma walks away with both men following silently behind her.) Tinker Bell’s Place. (Mary Margaret & David are standing outside Tink’s place as she returns, arms laden with supplies.) Tinker Bell: “I was wondering if I'd see you again. But if you've come to talk me into helping you before you've found a way off this island, I still...” David: (Stepping forward:) “We found one... or we're about to." Tinker Bell: “I'm not sure I like the sound of ‘about to.’ ” Mary Margaret: “Pan's shadow. Emma went with Hook and Neal to capture it. That's our way off the island.” Tinker Bell: “Capture Pan's shadow? Yeah, I'm not lifting a finger until I see some proof that you've actually succeeded.”

Neal: (Bursting through the trees:) “Hey. (Panting:) Here's all the proof you need. It's been a long time, Tink.” Tinker Bell: “Bae? Is it really you?” Neal: “Yeah. Most people call me Neal now.” Hook: (Impatiently:) “We did it. Are you finally ready to do your part, Tink?” Tinker Bell: “Yes. Yes, I am.” (The Charmings, Hook and Emma move to follow Tinker Bell but Neal calls her back.) Neal: “Uh, Emma?” Emma: “Neal...” Neal: “I... I... listen. I just wanna say that... you're right. About Henry. He is all that matters. And if he's the only thing that came from us being together? I'd say we did all right.” Emma: “Yeah. Now let's go get him back.” Neverland. Elsewhere. (Henry is headed back to Pan’s camp.) Pan: (Sat casually against a tree:) “Why so glum, chum?” Henry: “You said you weren't keeping any secrets. But you lied. I found Wendy.” Pan: “Henry, I can explain.” Henry: “She's dying, isn't she?” Pan: “I'm afraid she is. Like much of the island, because the magic here is slipping away. I would've told you, but... I didn't want you to have that weight on your shoulders, knowing that a young girl's life depends on you.” Henry: “So I'm the only one who can save magic?” Pan: “You are.” Henry: “How do I do it?” Pan: “The question isn't how, Henry. It's where. Follow me. (They head into the jungle together, reaching a cliff face a short while later:) See that?” Henry: “Is that skull rock?” Pan: “Yes. Inside is where our salvation awaits... a salvation that only the heart of the truest believer can bring.” Henry: “Me?” Pan: “That's right, Henry. But I won't lie to you. It won't be easy. It will require heroism and sacrifice. (Breathes deeply:) The only question is, are you up to the task?” Henry: (Staring at the island, determined:) “Yes.”

The End.

#sq #swanqueen #Swan Queen

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Stiltskin Family Bonding - Chapter 5 - Barbecue

Fandom: OUAT

Relationships: Papafire, Henry & Neal, Rumplestiltskin & Henry (also Rumbelle, Snowing, and Swanfire)

Rating: N/R

Summary: The Stiltskin boys bond in a variety of ways. Sometimes it goes well, other times...not so much.

AO3

Chapter 5 - Barbecue

A hundred million years ago, @zapiarty prompted: I know we saw Rumple's nightmare about Henry's birthday party in show, but what about in this? Oorrr Halloween! I can see the Charming Clan host barbecues?

So this answers the first and last of those ideas!

“This is a terrible idea,” Rumplestiltskin muttered as the Cadillac pulled up outside the white farmhouse the Charmings called home.

“No, it’s just what everyone needs,” Belle said beside him. “We’re all family, and Henry deserves to have everyone at least try to get along.”

“If they say anything to upset you, anything at all, we’re leaving.” He glanced uneasily behind them at their son, who was entertaining himself by waving his hands in front of his face.

“What could they possibly say?” she asked, amusement creeping into her voice.

Rumplestiltskin turned red and averted his gaze, and Belle reached out to squeeze his hand on the steering wheel.

“Rumple, I’ll be fine, and so will you. It’s not like you have to be here with people you hate. You like David and Emma, and I know Snow isn’t your favorite person, but I can keep her occupied, okay?”

“I don’t know that I like the shepherd,” Rumple protested, switching off the engine. “He simply doesn’t irritate me as much as most other people do.”

Smirking, Belle leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I’ll make you a deal.”

His eyes lit up at that and his mouth quirked, a hint of the imp shining in his expression. “Oh? What deal could you possibly offer me, sweetheart?”

“Be pleasant to everyone for the duration of the party, and I’ll make this worth your while when we get home.”

He swallowed. “Worth my while? But…”

“I’ve already asked Granny if she wouldn’t mind watching Gideon tonight. I thought you might need some persuasion, and I’ve been doing a little research.”

“....Ah. What...what sort of research?”

“I guess you’ll have to be pleasant to find out,” she said with a saucy smile. “Come on, the sooner we get in there, the sooner we can go home.”

Belle got out of the car and carefully removed Gideon from his car seat, Rumplestiltskin lifting out the bag they carried everywhere, but they both froze at the sound of an extremely unwelcome voice.

“Well, if it isn’t the old crocodile.”

Every muscle in his body tensed, and Rumplestiltskin felt magic begin to burn at his fingertips.

“Oh, damn,” Belle muttered.

“What in the seven hells are you doing here?” Rumplestiltskin growled. One of his arms wound around Belle and pulled her and their son in close to his side.

“I was invited, mate. You?”

“Well, I am Henry’s grandfather,” the sorcerer said wryly, “and this is, after all, a family affair.”

“Killian!” Neal suddenly appeared on the porch. “Hey, can you come in and help David with the canopy? He doesn’t know how to tie knots as well as you do.”

Jones smirked and tilted his head at Belle, who frowned at him. “‘Course. Be right there.”

“Sorry, guys,” Neal said as soon as Jones had ambled around to the back of the house. “He saw Snow and David buying supplies at the store and kind of - wormed an invitation out of them. You know them, they can’t say no to a ‘reformed villain’.”

“I don’t suppose his pretty face helps him at all,” Rumple said sourly.

Neal pressed one hand to his heart, his eyes huge with disbelief. “The royals? Taken in by charm and blue eyes? Say it ain’t so.”

“Neal, will you please get back out here?” Emma poked her head around the corner of the house. “Oh! Hi, guys. Come on back. Henry can’t wait to see you.”

Rumplestiltskin stared at her and Belle poked him. “See? Told you. You’ll be fine.”

“Just don’t let him near the grill,” Neal teased.

Emma scoffed. “Please, I wouldn’t put him in charge of the birthday candles.”

Rumplestiltskin tried his best to keep his smirk under control as he bent to take the brightly wrapped box out of the back seat. Belle winked at him as she adjusted Gideon in her arms, and they followed Neal and Emma into the backyard, where David and Hook were completing construction of a large white tent and Snow was placing Graham in an outdoor playpen. Neal headed for the large gas grill set up by the picnic tables and Emma called for Henry who was tossing sticks for Pongo and chatting with Grace, to come greet his guests.

“You guys came!” Henry was taller than Belle now, his dark hair beginning to wave in much the same way Bae’s had at that age, and his voice was beginning to crack now and then.

“Happy birthday, Henry,” Belle said warmly, pulling him into a one-armed hug. Henry hugged her back and thanked her, and then bent close to his baby uncle.

“Hi, Uncle Gideon. You’re getting big.”

Gideon smiled and waved his arms.

Henry shook one of the baby’s hands solemnly and then looked up at his grandfather. “Hi, Grandpa.”

“Many happy returns, m’boy,” Rumplestiltskin said gruffly. He wished he had the courage to hug the lad himself. It wasn’t as if Henry hadn’t hugged him before, but Rumplestiltskin had never initiated contact, and he wasn’t about to start now. Instead, he held out their gift and Henry took it.

“Cool. Thanks. I’m gonna put it with the others, okay?” He walked off and Rumplestiltskin felt Belle gently bump his arm with her shoulder.

“You’re doing great so far,” she murmured.

“I haven’t had to talk to anyone insufferable yet,” he muttered back.

“Belle! Mr. Gold! We’re so glad you could make it!” As if on cue, Snow White fluttered up to them, her smile wide and her eyes bright. “Hello, Gideon,” she cooed. “We have a playpen set up if you’d like to visit with Graham.”

“Maybe in a little while,” Belle said. Graham was now fourteen months old - Rumplestiltskin was never quite sure why babies’ ages were counted in months even after the one-year mark - and a very inquisitive little fellow who adored the younger baby. Rumplestiltskin considered this a mark of the toddler’s excellent taste. Even now, Graham was standing in his pack-n-play and grinning over at them, his chubby fist waving.

“May I hold Gideon, Mrs. Gold?” Jefferson’s daughter appeared seemingly out of nowhere, and Belle smiled at her.

“Why don’t we find somewhere to sit and we’ll see if he’s in the mood to socialize,” she said gently. With a questioning smile at her husband, which he answered with a nod, she followed Grace to the tables under the canopy and settled into a chair, where she was promptly surrounded by Grace, Gretel, and three more of the girls from Henry’s class. Rumplestiltskin watched her just long enough to be sure she was comfortable before walking slowly toward his older son, who was turning hot dogs and hamburgers on the grill.

“How’s business?” Neal asked.

“Not bad, now that my customers have stopped fearing death every time they come in.”

“I guess that’s not at all due to the fact that half the time you’re carrying Gid around in a baby sling.”

Rumplestiltskin shrugged. “I could still turn them all into snails, and they all know it.”

Neal snorted. “Face it, Pops. You’re a tamed Dark One and you love it.”

Studying his wife from afar, the sorcerer allowed himself a small smile. “Perhaps.” His good mood was short lived, as a moment later Hook walked up and clapped a hand on Neal’s shoulder.

“A shame you’re shackled in the kitchen, so to speak,” Hook said, a meaningful gleam in his eye. “Leaves your lovely lady somewhat unprotected.”

Neal rolled his eyes. “Unprotected from what?”

“From my devilish good looks and charm, obviously.” Patting Neal’s shoulder a few times as if in commiseration, he smiled. “I’ll woo her away eventually.”

“You’ve been saying stuff like that off and on for over a year,” Neal said patiently, moving the hot dogs to a plate. “You’ve invited her for drinks and dinner and dancing and sailing. Face it, Hook. She’s with me now, and she doesn’t want you.”

“She hasn’t given me a proper chance.”

“She doesn’t have to. Look,” Neal placed the burgers on another plate and studied Hook with compassion, “I get it. Emma’s beautiful and smart and tough and she didn’t fall all over you when you smiled at her. It sucks to have someone you want turn you down. But seriously, man. Let it go.”

Somehow Rumplestiltskin hadn’t known that the pirate still carried a torch for Emma Swan; whether his feelings were genuine or he was simply being stubborn he supposed was anyone’s guess. Neal’s simple assertion that he and Emma were together, however, took him completely by surprise.

“Is that true, Bae?” he asked as Hook sauntered away.

“Is what true?”

“You and Ms. Swan?”

“Oh.” Neal turned red and looked away. “Yeah. We weren’t hiding it or anything. Snow and David and Regina know, and I was going to tell you later. It’s...we’re together again.”

“Congratulations.”

“Thanks. Henry’s pretty thrilled.” Neal picked up the plates of food and walked toward the tables. “Come and get it!” he shouted, and there was a small stampede as the party guests hurried over.

Rumplestiltskin took Gideon from Belle’s arms and carried him to the pack-n-play. Young Graham grinned up at him.

“Hi!” he chirped. “Baby!”

“Yes, Gideon’s here,” Rumplestiltskin said, placing his son carefully on the mat. “Be gentle, little princeling.” Taking a seat in one of the nearby chairs, he watched as Graham sat next to Gideon and patted the younger boy on the chest.

“Baby,” he said softly. “Baby.” Gideon gurgled and kicked his feet.

“They’re gonna be best friends when they get older.”

Rumplestiltskin looked up to see that David had joined him, holding out a plate of food. The sorcerer took it with a nod of thanks, and David sat in the other chair. For a few blessed moments, Rumplestiltskin thought the shepherd would sit in silence, but he should have known better.

“Can you believe we made it this far?” he asked.

“How do you mean?”

“Look at us.” David waved his fork between them and then gestured at the tables full of people with it. “We were commoners. I was staring down a life of poverty with no chance of true love. You were about to lose your son to war. Now here we are - shepherds and wizards and princesses and pirates and queens - at peace. Breaking bread with people who were once our enemies.” He grinned down at their sons; Graham was trying to introduce Gideon to peek-a-boo. “Our kids are gonna grow up together, forge new bonds, make new alliances. There aren’t any heroes or villains anymore. We’re just...us.”

Something like warmth blossomed in Rumplestiltskin’s chest. Acceptance had never been so explicitly offered, even after his marriage to Belle. David said nothing more, allowing a comfortable silence to fall over them as the party guests ate and drank and laughed. At last, the candles were blown out, the cake was cut, and it was time for Henry to open his gifts. Everyone stood around, Belle with Gideon in her arms again, as he worked through the pile.

There were various trinkets and books and cards from his schoolmates. From Regina he received a thick leather journal and a fountain pen.

“Wow,” Henry breathed, turning the pen over in his hands. “This is awesome.”

“I thought it might be time for you to write some stories of your own,” Regina said, her eyes grave.

Henry hugged her tightly, allowing her to clutch him to her just a little longer.

From the Charmings he received a new saddle for his horse, from Neal and Emma a beautifully woven dreamcatcher and a new game for his Xbox. Hook appeared to have forgotten a gift. When Henry lifted the lid of the box from Rumplestiltskin and Belle, his eyes widened.

“Whoa…” Carefully he removed the hand-woven tapestry from the tissue paper and ran his fingers over it.

The background design was a large, heavy-limbed tree. Henry’s name was embroidered in gold in the center, and branching out away from it were slender golden strands that formed a web. The strands connected to other names, also embroidered in gold, so that his lineage was laid out for him to see, beginning with his great-grandparents on both sides and including everyone up to the current generation.

“This is amazing,” Henry breathed. “Is it…?”

“Magic? Yes.” Rumplestiltskin leaned forward and traced the line that ran from Henry’s name to Baelfire’s. “Each birth, marriage, and death will be recorded. The tapestry itself will grow to accommodate new generations when necessary.”

“Look, Mom, you’re on here too,” Henry said to Regina, pointing out where her name was connected to both Snow’s and his own.

“I am?” Regina raised startled eyes to Rumplestiltskin’s.

“Of course you are,” Emma said firmly. “You took him in when he needed a home. You raised him for ten years. You’re his mother, Regina. Why wouldn’t you be there?”

Regina looked a little lost, but she smiled shakily.

“Uh...hey, Grandpa?” Henry sounded confused.

“Yes?”

“There’s...there’s another line here by Mom and Dad, but there’s no name. What does that mean?”

“What?” Rumplestiltskin leaned over him and scrutinized the tapestry, then chuckled. “Well, well. It seems congratulations are in order.”

“Huh?”

The sorcerer straightened and grinned at his son. “It would appear I’m to have another grandchild.”

#answering prompts #rumbelle fic #papafire #rumplestiltskin #henry mills #neal cassidy #ouat fic #alternate universe

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