#really why do hiccups feel so uncomfortable ? like my guy you are a Guest. sit down

[fictionalmenmakemecry]

Hot Public Shit

SPOILERS ALERT: If you haven't finishing watching TVD, there might be some spoilers for you. I don't tell any of the story but it might spoil some of the character relationships that later develop in the show. (I personally hate spoilers so I'm making this as clear as possible)

Character: Damon x reader, Enzo, Stefan, Caroline and Bonnie

Summary: During a celebration dinner you try your best to push Damon to brink of losing control. He doesn't let you get away with it. He doesn't even wait til you get home.

Warnings: HEAVY SMUT (+18) , Spoilers, Cursing

(HEAVY SMUT includes unprotected sex, daddy kink, public sex, choking, heavy sexual terminology and masturbation)

"How long is this going to be?" Damon whined getting out of his Camaro and slamming the door shut.

"Damon, you promised that you would behave tonight. It's Stefan and Caroline's night." I looped around the car placing my hands on his chest looking him in the eyes.

"They've been married for like what? A year? That's nothing when your nearly 180 years old" Damon rolled his eyes

"They've been through a lot this year" I brushed his shirt down bringing my eyes to his chest

"So have we." Damon brought my face back up to his gently holding my chin.

"We can have our own celebration" I whispered giving a flirty smile.

"Mmm, I like that sound of that" Damon hummed bringing his head down to my neck and kissing it.

A soft moan escaped my lips feeling his warm breath hit my skin.

"How about we celebrate tonight, with me eating your perfect pussy out until you make a mess on my face" Damon whispered bringing his face up giving a lascivious smile.

I could feel my face turning red and my core starting to wake up from memories of familiar nights.

I snapped myself out from zoning out and pulled away from Damon kissing my neck.

"I would love that, but right now we should go in and be good guests. I know Caroline has been slaving over the oven all day making sure we were still going to come." I took Damon's hand and dragged him up the drive way.

We knocked on the door and in a instance Caroline was opening it.

"Welcome guys!" She cheered raising her arms to gesture us in.

I could just feel Damon's eyes roll into the back of his head hearing her high pitched voice.

"Thanks for having us Caroline" I grinned bringing her into a hug.

"I'm just happy that you're hear" She said chipperly

I walked further into the house to see Stefan, Bonnie and Enzo all chilling near the fire, enjoying their drinks.

"Hey!" I greeted walking towards Stefan.

We hugged and Damon and I plopped ourselves down on the couch on the other side of the fireplace.

We chatted and enjoyed our drinks soaking up the heat of the fire as Caroline and Stefan finished cooking the dinner. I look over to see how happy Bonnie was as Enzo showered her in kisses and wrapped his arm around her waist keeping her close to him. Bonnie deserved happiness and Enzo was that person that could give her that. I glanced over to Damon who leaned back onto the couch enjoying his bourbon. I rested back into his chest wanting to appreciate the rare and happy memories we were making.

"You okay?" He looked down, bring his arm around me caressing my lower back.

"Yeah, I'm just happy I'm here with you" I raised my head, meeting his cold blue eyes.

As the night went on, dinner was served which seemed to be a never ending trail of food. It felt like we were having a 12 course dinner. By the end we were all stuffed and continuing to slowly get through our drinks. We were starting to get more relaxed and happy as the liquor made its way around, leading to interesting conversations between us all.

I looked over to see Damon finishing off the bottle by pouring the rest of it into his glass. Seeing his hand grip around the glass and bringing the liquor up to his pink lips, sparked a little flame deep inside of me. I squirmed in my chair, feeling the affect of all the alcohol playing a part in my random horniness. I brought my hand down under the table and rest it on his thigh, leaning closer to him. He looked over to me with his eyes slightly gazed over. I know he was also feeling the same buzz I was feeling. I ran my fingers lightly further up his thigh and rest it on his stiffening package. I glanced up at him while palming him gently. He shifted in his seat and took a deep breath. He looked at me with narrowed eyes telling me not to test him. I bit my lip knowing what that did to him. He came close to my ear and I could feel the heat radiate off his body.

"You want to play this game?" He whispered softly in my ear.

I turned my head giving him a quick smirk and brought my drink up to my mouth knowing I was going to have a fun night ahead.

"So guys, I think we need to bring out the real guns" Caroline said walking up to the table slightly hyper from all the activities.

We all turned our attention to her and saw her with two massive bottles of tequila.

"I'm ready" Enzo shifting in his sit giving a quick look to Damon.

I knew both of them were going to want to test each other which would mostly result in both of them passed out on the floor from neither of them wanting to tap out.

"Let's make this more interesting... How about truth or... drink?" Caroline arched her eyebrow cracking the fresh seal on the caps of the bottles.

"I like the sound of that" Damon smirked bringing his hand under the table resting it on my thigh and giving it a light squeeze.

When Damon drank, he would heat up like a furnace. I'm pretty sure it has something to do with his body keeping up with burning off the alcohol. The heat from his hand spread across my delicate skin on my leg. It made me shift uncontrollably.

The questions were getting pretty detailed early in, bringing people to drink more tequila than they liked. In turn making people more loose with their thoughts and secrets.

"Okay, I got one" Enzo leaned over, his eyes getting more gazed and speech slowed down.

"If you could only have sex in public or sex once a month?" He looked around watching people think about it.

"Um.. H-how public?" Caroline hiccupped.

"The chance of a stranger catching you any minute" He explained

Stefan took a swig of a shot of tequila.

"Really Stefan? You're no fun" I complained

"What do you expect? Stefan doesn't like to have interesting conversations" Damon looked away in annoyance.

"Sorry, I just think that's kinda private" Stefan put his hands up laying back in his chair.

"Come on Stefan!" Caroline exclaimed with a frown on her face.

"Well, public shit is pretty hot. So I wouldn't have a problem with it" Damon winked at me bringing his hand an inch higher.

I took a deep breath to stop myself from moving against his hand as it was dangerously close to my covered pussy.

"I think so too. Some of the best sex I've had has been in public" I smirked seeing Damon's mouth open slightly from the corner of my eye.

"I think you're right, there's something about it" Bonnie added leaning into Enzo grinning.

"Let's get to the nit and gritty" Damon wiped his bottom lip with two fingers and continued.

"Choking. Yay or nay?" He looked around the table.

"Okay, I call quits. I'm out." Stefan got up from the table

"Stefan?! it's just a game." Caroline protested bringing her hands onto the table.

"I'm not talking about this with my brother across from the table" Stefan walked away from the table and made his way to the kitchen.

"Vanilla like always" I heard Damon say under his breath.

Caroline's face was covered in disappointment. She gathered some empty plates and glasses and followed Stefan.

Damon cleared his throat bringing our attention back to him.

"I never had it done to me" Bonnie replied looking at Enzo.

"No?" Enzo smirked rubbing her hand gently on the table.

"What about you... baby girl?" Damon whispered the latter part not wanting to draw attention

"I haven't tried it..." I hesitated ".. but I want to" I looked down at his lips feeling my pussy pulse with his hand graze against my underwear.

"We are gonna have to fix that, aren't we?" Damon leaned closer licking his lips.

We heard someone lightly cough bringing our minds back to where we were. We broke our trance and pulled away. I could feel blood to rush my face in embarrassment.

"I think it's time we should head out" Damon trying to act casual and cover up his eagerness to get out.

I looked over to Bonnie who was moving her eyebrows up and down smirking. I glared at her, knowing it was obvious why we were in a sudden rush to leaving.

Damon gave one last tight squeeze to my thigh, feeling his strength in his hand, did not help my self control of keeping everything PG. He brushed his hand lightly against my underwear before lifting it away. I whimpered uncontrollably but no one heard.

We all got up from the table and said our goodbyes, put on our coats and made our way out of the house. I could feel Damon's eyes never leaving me as we walked out onto the driveway. We got into the dark Camaro, feeling the cold leather on my bare legs that brought shivers up my spine.

"You're in trouble now" Damon said taking a deep breath in and revving the Camaro to life.

He swung the car out of the driveway and sped up the road. I looked over to see that there was definitely something else on his mind and I had an idea of what it was. I trailed my eyes down to his now, tight black jeans.

"Those jeans look awfully tight and uncomfortable" I teased keeping my eyes on him.

"Don't. I can barely think straight as it is" Damon kept his eyes on the road.

"What you waiting for then?" I bit my lip, wanting him to lose control.

He looked over at me with the same lust I had in my eyes.

"If I have to pull over, you won't be able to walk for the next week." Damon clenched his jaw

"That's fine by me..... Daddy" I added feeling myself soak through my underwear.

Damon suddenly swerved the car into a empty parking lot and drove to the end, shaded with trees. He put the car into park and turned off the engine. The only sounds were us breathing and the distance sounds of the city in the distance.

He pulled his seat the whole way back. and leaned over grabbing my waist bringing me onto his lap. I let out a moan, finally feeling some fiction against my pussy.

"Try to stay quiet, understand?" Damon grabbed my jaw looking into my eyes.

I nodded willingly, wanting any relief possible. He moved his hand to my cheek and we brought our mouths together, feeling his tongue dip in and out. I grinded up against him to bring us any kind of pleasure. I could hear his groan in the back of his throat.

"I can't take this anymore" I pulled away panting.

I lifted up reaching down to unbuckle his belt and he helped pulling down his jeans, making his cock spring up enthusiastically. I brought my hand down, pumping him gently and seeing his eyes roll to the back of his head in pleasure. His head leaning back to the head rest.

"You like that Daddy?" I whispered

"Fuck, I want to ruin you completely" He opened his eyes pushing my hair out of face.

"What's stopping you?" I said softly.

In that instant, he couldn't control himself, he raised my dress and ripped my underwear with ease.

"These will just be in the way" He smirked tossing them to the passenger seat.

I could feel his finger ease into my folds and feel myself falling apart. I rested my arms on his shoulders leaning my head back and savoring the pleasure spreading across my body.

"You like when I rub your clit like this?" He kissed my neck while his finger lightly circled my clit, my juices covering his hand.

"So wet for me, baby girl" He hummed bringing his fingers up to his mouth and sucking on them.

"Fuck me" I moaned bringing my hand down and easing his cock inside me.

We both sink into it, taking each other in for a couple of seconds. I could feel myself sucking him in deeper.

"I don't think I can be gentle with you tonight baby" He looked into my eyes

"I don't want you to be" I leaned in kissing him. "Fuck me hard" .

I kneeled up, giving him room to thrust, wanting to feel the power of him. We moaned in ecstasy. Feeling him completely raw in me made us feel close wanting each other even more.

The sounds of our skin slapping and our heavy breathing and moaning. I never felt so wet in my life.

"I want you to touch yourself while I fuck you" He breathed out.

I gathered up my dress in one hand and brought the other down massaging my swollen clit.

"Damon, fuck" I moaned feeling my orgasm starting to built.

"That's it baby girl, keep touching yourself" He said breathing heavily staring at me pleasuring myself.

We fucked and I could feel the car heating up and fogging up the windows. He pulled down the shoulders of my dress exposing my breasts. He slowed down his thrusts, leaned down to suck on my nipples. His warm breath was enough to get them hard.

"..daddy" I whimpered feeling the edge getting closer.

"Close?" He whispered bringing his hand to the back of my head and grabbing my hair.

I nodded eagerly moving my hips. He start fucking me harder, not faster but harder which meant he was close. I wanted him to completely control me. I wanted him to overpower me.

"Choke me" I moaned looking into his eyes.

Something switched in his eyes. He looked into my eyes a second longer, making sure I wanted it.

I could feel his hand grasp my bare neck. I could feel his fingers tightening on the side. My pulse in my ears. My blood constricted. It was the very thing to push my over the edge.

Feeling his cock pound into me while choking me made me fall apart with a burst of pleasure

"I'm-I'm cummin" I moaned loudly, meeting my eyes with his as I shake uncontrollably.

"Fuck, baby.. I-i can't hold on" Damon groaned feeling his pumps getting messy and feeling his cum erupt inside me, pleasure covered our bodies bringing them close together and falling into each other. Damon's hand dropped from my throat and bringing it around my waist holding me against him as we recovered.

"I never have had..." I breathed out not having the energy to think of the words.

"Me neither" Damon sighed stroking my hair

All I could hear were both of our racing heart beats. Our sweaty skin pressed together feeling the heat in the car and completely forgetting we were in a parking lot.

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could you do another fic where mari has too many overprotective relatives (batfam, jason in particular, adrien, luka, kagami, chloe, jagged, bruce, penny, clara, tony stark and the avengers maybe lol) and all the boys who want to date her are scared away by them until she starts seeing damian or someone else i love your writing and thanks! ♡♡

I loved this prompt immediately and I really hope I did it justice! Hope you like it!

The Never-Ending Cycle of First Dates

“No! Wait! He’s just kidding!” Marinette ran out of the building trying to grab the boy's hand before he could escape, but she was too late. Her hand slapped her forehead in defeat as yet another man hurried off before they could even order drinks. Turning her attention to where her target stood, she couldn’t help the bubbling anger directed at his smirk.

“Why must you ruin every date? It’s like you guys have a pool of names and you just reach in and see who's in luck to scare off the next guy that tries to date me!” She threw her hands into the air, only earning a chuckle.

“C’mon Princess, if the man can’t handle a little threat then how is he gonna stick around for the long term? Hmm?”

Marinette wanted to argue, but she knew it was pointless. Jason and the others were firm in their beliefs; Marinette must be protected from heartbreak at all costs. She tried arguing with them that if she never got hurt in the first place then she could never learn, but alas, her words seemed to fall on deaf ears.

“How did you even find us?”

Jason’s smirk widened which only fueled her rage.

“What? You thought meeting at the restaurant would actually change anything? I can find you anywhere and everywhere. Plus Adrien totally snitched.”

Marinette made a mental note to lay into Adrien later after she found the poor kid that Jason scared of.

“One day I’m going to find someone who isn’t scared by you lot and he’s gonna make it through the first date.”

She turned her back on Jason’s boisterous laughter. She was determined to prove her point. After all, there had to be one man in Gotham City that wasn’t afraid of her, right? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . The rest of her week had gone as smoothly as Monday had to say the least.

Tuesday’s date was crashed by Kagami’s foil. One look at her slicing the bread and he didn’t even make it to the table.

Wednesday’s date was a double date with Luka and Chloe. Marinette begged Tikki to lend her a little luck, but the small God would do no such thing. At least this guy made it past drinks. Marinette almost cheered until Luka donned his infamous stare. She watched as her date squirmed uncomfortably before excusing himself for the bathroom, never returning.

Thursday’s date ended with the man strung up by his ankles, none other than Nightwing and Red Robin dropping in to apologize, claiming they thought he was trying to mug her.

By Friday, she was ready to cancel her date before it even began.

“Adrien, you guys are making it impossible to even think about dating.” She collapsed on the couch, letting out a small whine.

“I think that’s kind of the point Mari, besides, you’re a working woman now, shouldn’t you be focusing on your career-”

Adrien paused as his eyes narrowed in on Marinette’s hand mocking his lecture. Her hand paused as she noticed his now silent voice. Meeting his eyes, she simply shrugged.

“You sound like my mom. She’s worried that I’m too worried about dating but guess what? I kind of missed out on that experience in high school pining after a guy who wasn’t even interested!”

They both chuckled as they remembered the awkward dance they both did from the time they were 13.

“So what are you going to do about the date tonight?”

Marinette shrugged once more as she pulled at a piece of her hair, twirling it around her finger.

“Who is on date duty tonight?”

“First of all, it’s not called date duty,” he waved off the pointed look Marinette gave him before continuing, “and it was supposed to be Jagged and Penny but in case they fail, Tony is on backup duty and Jason is on backup, backup duty.”

“Not date duty my ass.”

Marinette sighed longingly as she pulled herself into a sitting position.

“I’m giving this one more chance before I swear off dating forever.”

Adrien chuckled before offering his hand to pull her into a standing position.

“Well, guess you better prepare to look good. After all, they always say if you’re gonna go out, at least do it in style.”

Marinette rolled her eyes as she pushed Adrien to the couch, ignoring his protests. If this was going to be her last date, then maybe he had a point of going out in style.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .  .

Marinette pulled at her dress nervously as a black limo approached her outside of her apartment. She had checked the perimeter once as Marinette and once more as Ladybug; there was no sign of Jagged or Penny. Somehow though, that didn’t calm her nerves.

As the limo pulled to a stop, a man stepped out of the back seat causing her breath to hitch in her throat. As if him being drop-dead gorgeous wasn’t enough, her worst fears stepped out from behind him, wide grins on their faces.

“Oi, there she is Penny! Marinette, we tried calling you but you sent us straight to voicemail, that wasn’t very rock n’ roll of you. Luckily, this nice man right here was there to give us a ride, right Penny?”

Penny nodded sweetly as if the two of them were innocent victims of Marinette’s forgetfulness. She wanted to turn right back into her apartment and never leave again, but a small hand grasped hers, pulling it up to their lips, as soft and gentle as his movements.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Marinette Dupain-Cheng. I have heard many stories of you from my brothers and father. You seem to have impressed many powerful people such as the two strays I picked up off the streets earlier.”

His smile was playful as it coaxed a small laugh from her. It helped even more to see Jagged panicking in the background at the sight of the small gesture. This man, no, his name was Damian. Damian had already broken through the first wall without even knowing it. Marinette let herself feel a spark of hope at the thought of finally making it through a first date.

“Anywho, now that we have arrived, I must apologize for leaving you two here, how does the saying go? ‘High and dry?’ but I do have a date to continue.” He nodded to Penny and Jagged leaving them both with their jaws almost touching the ground.

If she had a moment, Marinette might’ve taken a photo, but she instead quickly grabbed Damian’s arm, shutting the limo door before either could protest. She didn’t bother to release the breath she had been holding until the apartments were gone from the rearview mirror.

“I am so sorry about them, they-” she tried to let the apology spill out of her mouth but Damian simply shook his head, that same playful smile monopolizing his face.

“I am fully aware of the so-called ‘date duty’ your friends have. After all, my brother is in charge of the scheduling.”

It was Marinette’s turn for her jaw to drop. This was Jason’s brother? The literal spawn of satan as Jason had put it. There was no way. He was so nice, and such a gentleman, there was no way they could be the same person.

“How come nobody ever told me you were in town? Last time Jason introduced me to the family, he made sure to wait for when you left on a business trip. I’ve only ever been invited over when you’re not there!”

Damian chuckled as if this was a normal occurrence.

“They knew I had a crush on you ever since I watched your alter ego take down an akuma three times your size. It was only a matter of time until I asked you out, but with Jason observing your every date, he made it quite difficult.”

Marinette felt her face flush as his words washed over her. A man that was actually interested in her and was willing to take on the trouble a date with her could mean? She lightly pinched herself to make sure she wasn’t dreaming.

“You know it’s only going to get worse from here right? Like, Jagged and Penny were only the first round worse.”

Damian leaned in, placing his hand overtop hers, that smile of his killing her slowly.

“Can I tell you a secret?”

Marinette nodded as she leaned closer, nearly closing the gap between them, her heart racing from the distance.

“I borrowed his rotation schedule and have prepared for every incident that could occur tonight.”

Marinette couldn’t help the words that slipped out of her mouth.

“I think I might love you.” Immediately she slapped her hand over her mouth letting out a string of apologies as she scooched away from the red-faced man. He cleared his throat, trying to overcome his shock as his smile pulled into a small smirk.

“Don’t apologize, just tell me again if you feel the same after we’ve finished the date.”

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Somehow, they managed to make it through dinner without a single hiccup. It was suspicious, but she was having too good of a time to care. She fell in love immediately with his animals as he showed off his many photos, commenting on whichever one seemed to make her melt the most.

They talked about where they had gone to college, where they were working now and what they were hoping for their futures. Marinette felt her heart swell with excitement for how compatible they were, it almost made tonight ending that much more painful.

As they stepped out of the restaurant, Marinette heard a familiar voice that made her blood run cold.

“Do you know who I am? I could buy this whole place and then you’d have to let me in! I’m the damn Ironman, doesn’t that count for something?”

The poor hostess was shaking her head, trying to apologize to the other guests for the wait he was causing. Marinette let out a defeated sigh as she took a step forward to intervene, but Damian’s hand intertwined with hers pulling her in the opposite direction.

“There aren’t too many places in Gotham City that Tony Stark isn’t banned from. However, you can thank my father for that. He agreed for me to host my dinner at his restaurant to nullify backup number 2, Tony Stark.”

Marinette almost wanted to laugh at the irony of a billionaire being banned from a small Italian restaurant in Gotham.

“There’s not much that Uncle Tony can’t fix by throwing money at it, but I suppose that’s pointless when it’s another billionaire causing the said problem.”

Damian sent her a wink that warmed her to her core. They decided to ditch the limo in favor of walking home, spending more time with each other coincidentally. Marinette felt her mind racing like she was in middle school once again planning her imaginary wedding and their future hamster.

He was everything she had hoped to find in a man and so much more. She honestly regretted not meeting him sooner, it would’ve saved her so much trouble over the years.

She opened her mouth, only to close it immediately as her eyes narrowed in on a figure leaning against her apartment building.

“Jason, what are you doing here? There’s no date to ruin now and I finally found a guy who can’t be scared off by your stupid date duty.”

She crossed her arms in defiance but Jason paid her no mind.

“Damian, I didn’t know you were home so soon. I would’ve locked you up in the Batcave to make sure this would’ve never happened.”

Damian scoffed beside her as he shoved his hands in his pockets.

“As if you could.”

The two men were locked in a staredown, leaving Marinette to wilt in the tension that had formed. She moved towards her apartment, only to be stopped by Damian’s hand for the third time tonight.

Turning her back to Jason, she watched as he brought her hand to his lips, his kiss still as gentle and soft as the first when he had given her hours earlier. She ignored Jason’s protest as she pulled his hand forward placing a quick peck on his lips.

The man’s face matched her own in shades of red.

“Does this mean you would be interested in a second date?”

Marinette nodded furiously before waving him goodnight, darting past Jason’s brooding figure.

“This is not the end of it Marinette!”

Jason’s threats felt empty compared to the excitement racing in her heart. She had finally broken the cycle of never-ending first dates and boy, did it feel good.

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Costume Party

Request from @rorylum about Kacxa dressed as Big Barda and Mr. Miracle for a costume party!

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Summary: Typically the two weren't ones for parties, especially those considered loud and flashy, but for the sake of pleasing their friends who kept insisting them to "take a break", they did so.

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"But you have to! C'mon Acxa, it's just for one night! It'll be a good chance to clear your mind, then you can go back to stressing yourself out." Whined the pleading voice from across the line.

"Hmm, alright. Inform me of the whereabouts and time it would be most appropriate to visit."

"Wow, really? Awesome! Okay, so the party's at James's place around uh 9 p.m., got it?"

"Got it." Acxa responded, quickly jotting it down just in case she forgets due to all the clutter kept in her busy mind.

"Oh- How could I forget? It's also a costume party! So be sure to prep yourself up, k? Can't wait to see you~!"

"Wait. What is a-" the phone call ended "Oh Veronica..." she groaned.

Acxa avoided recalling her friend, deciding it be best to ask her significant other. She walked down the stairs and met him sitting on the couch, Kosmo lazily splayed about his lap. She took whatever was left of space on the furniture.

"Hey, got your work done yet?" Keith glanced over at her before returning his gaze to the TV as he switched through the channels.

"Not quite. I've decided to put work aside for a bit since Veronica asked me to come join her to a 'costume party'... Whatever that is."

"Huh? That's a surprise, but hey, it's nice to get out and destress. Also, a costume party?" He paused and tilted his head over to fully face her.

"If you will, please explain to me what the customs of this type of party are?"

Keith muted the TV, turning his full attention to her.

"Well, a costume party is basically a party where the guests dress up as whatever they'd like. Examples say being uhhh a monster or character from a show. Stuff like that."

"Like a disguise?"

"Yeah, like a disguise, but you don't really gotta fool anyone."

Acxa nodded, her hand reaching it's way over to Kosmo's ear.

"Very well, but what should we dress up as?"

"We?"

"Oh, I forgot to ask. It's just that I thought you'd like to join..."

"Or you'd feel a lot more comfortable if I joined you, huh?"

"Perhaps, that too..."

Keith chuckled, scooting closer to Acxa. He wrapped his arm around her waist and placed a kiss on her blushing cheek.

"I'm in!"

"Thank you, Keith."

"Mhm. Okay so costumes, uh we could be hmmm... Oh! I grew up really liking Batman, and I guess you could say Catwoman was his girlfriend? You'd rock a Catwoman, not gonna lie."

He pulled out his phone to search the duo up.

"Here, look. See?"

"Ah, how um interesting. As much as I'd like to say that she looks quite flattering, I can't help but notice how uncomfortable her outfit seems. Leather, is it?" She looked down the image "And high heeled boots?"

Acxa unconsciously took his phone from his hand, scrolling through the various images of the peculiar lady.

"Oh my, this is... suggestive?"

"Hahaaa, yeaaah." Keith muttered in slight embarrassment, scratching the back of his neck.

"Is that a whip? Her weapon?"

"Okayyy! That's enough lookin' her up. Let's say we think of another couple, if you're not sure about this one, k?"

The two huddled closer as Keith offered various other options. Somehow Acxa always seemed to pick at one or the other, more so fascinated and weirded out by the outfit. Time ticked by as Keith grew tired. They ended up with few ideas.

He blew out a puff of air, "Uhm welp here's these two. Superheroes. Named Big Barda and Mr. Miracle?"

Acxa, again, took the phone. Her eyes dilating at the bright colors.

"Guess it's a no too?"

She shook her head, "No, I actually find it suitable. Considering that I am the tallest out of us both. Also, we are running out of time, no?"

Keith rolled his eyes playfully, although their height difference was never much of a bother for them.

"My only complaint is the bold colors. Other than that, it looks to be comfortable enough. Don't you think?"

"As long as you're sure, I'll settle for it."

What Acxa wasn't aware of is that Keith was not necessarily looking forward to wearing such a thing, as it was not his sort of style. In fact, this duo's fit was nothing of their style, but nonetheless they agreed to it.

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"Here we are. Ready to show off?"

"Just a moment. I think my cape got tangled."

Keith and Acxa exited their car, pinkies hooking and having nervous talk about their suits. They entered the apartment complex, scanning the numbers of each door.

"Here it is! Ready?"

"What other choice is there..."

Keith knocked, and low and behold, James answered.

"HEY! ACXA AND... KEITH? NO WAY! THAT'S PRETTY FUNNY SEEING YOU TWO HERE. ESPECIALLY WEARING THOSE!" He shouted as the commotion of the dark yet colorfully lit room dazed the visitors viewing it. The brunette took his time looking the deadpanned couple up, incapable of holding his growing amusement.

"WELL, COME ON IN! THE GANG'S JUST RIGHT OVER AT THE POOL TABLE."

Keith took the lead, holding a hand out for Acxa to follow. Acxa examined the area, taking notice to the strange figures, assuming that some were not human at all, but actual aliens to Earth such as herself. She heard the booming and perked her ears, worried that a fight involving weaponry was taking place. Hesitantly, she took his hand and stepped foot into the strange presence. They walked behind James as cautiously as they could, with the few bumps here and there from strangers in all sorts of display.

"KEITH, IS THIS WHAT ALL PARTIES ARE LIKE? GOODNESS WH- OH, FORGIVE ME!" Acxa hollered.

"NOT ALL, BUT WHEN IT'S RUN BY PEOPLE LIKE JAMES, THEN YEAH. PRETTY MUCH."

Finally straying away from the crowd and their noise, the trio were reintroduced to their friends.

"Aw Acxa, and Keith~! Glad you actually came. I was beginning to think you'd bail out on us and this fun!" Veronica hugged her confused friend.

"Why yes, I would never do such a thing. Although, I would have to disagree with you on how this could be 'fun'." Acxa responded, massaging her ears.

"Oh there you go again blurting out your opinion without a care. Typical Acxa-"

"Our Acxa!" Veronica consoled James by patting his back playfully.

The rest of the MFE group exchanged their greetings.

"So, Acxa. You think this ain't at all fun? I'll make it my mission to prove ya wrong!" Nadia spun back to the others, "Right guys? Everyone come on and join us!"

"Sure, sounds fine by me." Said Veronica.

"I mean, I'm kinda busy on keeping check who's at the door cause this is my place-"

"Don't worry about it, Jamesy! Someone else can take care of that stuff. Spend time with us and quit looking around for a girl to dance with and hopefully date~"

Veronica and Nadia shared a smug smirk towards the now heated boy. Ina simply shook her head in shame.

"If you'd like, may I offer you all to a game of cards?" Ina asked.

"Cards?" Acxa tilted her head.

"What kind of ga-"" Keith was cut off.

"CARDS?! Inaaa sweetie, again?" The blue haired, hyper girl whined.

"Shush Nadia, there's nothing wrong with playing some more. Plus, I think it's a great way to show Acxa how a party can be fun!" Veronica stated, pulling Acxa and Keith to the table as the rest soon followed in.

After this "boring" and time consuming game, Nadia was sure to introduce her alien friend to a whole variety of other party activities.

Some not so appropriate to her friend's taste, that is.

___

Hours passed, around four. At least, that's what Acxa assumed. It was quite dark afterall.

Clumsily, she walked, or rather stumbled, her way back to the snack table. Her eyes dilating as her gaze lingered from item to item, looking for that deliciously red-colored juice. To be honest, she didn't really think it to be that good, terrible actually, but nonetheless she had the urge to engulf her system with some more. This beverage was making her feel... happy anyways.

"Acxa? Acxa-" Keith trotted to his girlfriend. He rested his hand on the small of her back, looking over to see her pouting face. How cute.

"...Ac-?"

"No, nooo, nooooo! There's no more *hiccup* juiceee!" Acxa aimed to pound her hand onto the table, but instead missed and hit Keith's stomach area. She turned around at the sudden sound.

"Ow. Acxa are you-"

He felt her cold finger poke his lips. She giggled childishly. Her toothy smile making the man blush almost uncomfortably. She looked so happy, and he knew well that it was not exactly in her control.

"You're... I think you look very handsome~! Do I *hiccup* know you... from somewhere?"

"Yes, yes you do. I'm your boyfriend, remember? Keith." He couldn't help but chuckle.

She looked up and stared at nothing in particular, thinking.

"Keith. Oh yes! I remember you, I think."

"I sure hope so. It'll suck if you don't and I lose my beautiful girlfriend."

"Aw, you're too kind, sir." Acxa bashfully covered part of her smiley face with her hand. So cute.

"Really looks like Nadia did her job, huh? How much did you drink?"

"Hmmm, I estimate around 57 *hiccup* cups? No wait, maybe it was 70..."

Keith was shocked. Then again, he was dating a 6 foot something to 7 foot girl from another planet. He should've been surprised more at the fact that Earth alcohol even had an affect on her.

"Wow, ahaha! That's enough for you then. Let's say we go back home and go to sleep. I'm beat and this party is getting crazier by the minute." He took her hand and tugged her to, again, follow him.

"Waaait~! Not yet! I wanna say bye to my *hiccup* friendsss!" Acxa protested and limped herself back.

Keith sighed, "Ina told me to say goodbye for her to you a while ago. Veronica went out earlier too. Nadia's passed out black on the couch. And James is... eh whatever who gives a damn."

"Nadia? Passed out! Is she okay? She's not okay! I need to help her- Let me go help!"

Great.

"Woah woah calm down, baby. Nadia's okay. She's with a few other girls watching over her. Trust me?" Keith wrapped his arms around her frantic self.

"Always have, always will." She puffed.

"Good. Thanks for that. Now, ready to go?"

"M'kayyy~!"

___

AN: Gee, look who's back. 🤡

[mordellestories]

The Babes with the Power

A Beetlejuice/Labirynth crossover.

Drabble on Ao3 by mordelle

Summary: All Jareth wants to do is mope in peace, but he is faced with an unwanted guest. A certain poltergeist finds himself in the Fae Realm and needs to find a way into the Goblin King's good graces if there is to be any hope of finding his way back to his bride he unintentionally left at the altar. Can Betelgeuse con his way out this pickle? Not without finding some common ground with his Royal Glitterness, that's for sure. (AN: Rated M for language and handsy-ness. Post both films and utterly ridiculous.)

He was moping. Again. He had every right to his melancholic melodrama, thank you very much, because who wouldn’t curse their very existence after having been scorned by the person you had offered the very world to? True, their meeting was not supposed to take place until much later in Sarah’s life. She was a child for goodness sake! So immature. So whiny and predictable and he could not understand how she’d ever mature enough to catch his interest. Mortals grew older, but not necessarily wiser. However, she had said the words and he had to oblige. Those were the rules. And then it had happened. Somehow, she had gotten under his skin and he could see why his precious crystals had shown him they were fated to be together. Why had the gods hurried their meeting? Jareth was unsure. Perhaps it was to open his heart to her. Or maybe it was to curb her less than attractive, naive qualities. It hardly mattered now, the Goblin King had pledged his heart and soul to an ungrateful, spoiled, infuriating, beautiful, witty, powerful—

“WHERE THE FUCK AM I NOW?!” A grating voice blared and echoed in the unusually empty throne room.

Jareth snapped his head up to find a solitary figure wearing a grimy striped suit, smack in the middle of the large room, back facing him. The intruder growled and gesticulated wildly at the air right before whirling around. The unwanted guest suddenly rooted in place when he realized he was not alone.

“Oh! Didn’t see ya there, pal!” The dead man - yes, definitely a dead man - called out apologetically.

Jareth did have not the strength to bother with the lowly ghost so, he sighed and continued his lounging, dropping his head back to stare at the ceiling once more. He barely had the strength to talk to it but he wanted to be alone. “Begone, specter,” he muttered forlornly, “I do not have the patience to entertain the dead tonight.”

The striped ghoul frowned and looked at his surroundings once more. Furrowing his brow, he edged closer to the... man? “Hey, uh, I’d love nothin’ more than ta get outta that beautiful mane o’ yers, but uh... I don’t even know where I am.”

Jareth sighed and waved a hand before him, a crystal ball appeared at once. He peered deeply into its depths to gather information on the soul. “You’re in my castle. In the Goblin City beyond the Labyrinth... Betelgeuse.”

“Ah shit,” the poltergeist pinched the bridge of his nose to keep from imploding with rage. “I’m gonna kill ya, Juno. The fuckin’ fae plane?! Really?!” He shouted, knowing full well his former boss couldn’t hear him. Betelgeuse checked himself quickly and changed his tone. “ Your castle?” He asked with sudden hope. “So, you the... eh...” he wasn’t sure whether to say King or Queen so, he settled for the safest route, “ ruler of this joint?”

The King vanished his scrying tool, sat straighter on his throne, and looked the ghost in the eye. “Indeed. I don’t really care, mind you, but how is it that you’ve come to be here? I made no summons.”

Betelgeuse sighed with relief. A Fae Royal would have enough power to send him straight to Lydia’s side, pass go, collect two-hundred dollars, and shove it down the old bitch’s slit throat! Fairies were tricky little bastards, though. To make a deal with one could have dire consequences. His Fae lore might be a little rusty, but everyone knew they were tricksters by nature. Just plain old common knowledge. Good thing he was quite the con man, himself. However, this was a Royal, he had to be somewhat reasonable… right? Betelgeuse decided to be cautious and give him as few details as possible. The fairy had already divined his name. Hopefully, his Royal Glitter-ness didn’t know anything else about him. He sighed heavily and dramatically.

“Long story, buddy. Don’t really have time to tell it. I need to get back the mortal realm as soon as possible. I’ve been gone long enough already. Ya see,” he began as he placed a moldy hand to his heart and put his most pitiful face on, “I’ve been tragically separated from my beloved bride.” He dried an invisible tear and sniffed. “She’s probably worried sick about me, ya think, maybe ya can send me home? Get me outta here? I don’t got the juice to get me that far and—“

“How tragic ,” the King interrupted, playing along with the ghouls pathetic tale. “Well, my unfortunate friend, it appears you’ve dropped in at a most interesting time.” Jareth smiled most mischievously as he stood up and meandered past the ghost to a window. “You see, I too have been recently robbed of my future Bride.” Jareth glanced at his destroyed city below him while the Goblins went around in circles trying to make repairs. Of course, they were getting nowhere.

Betelgeuse inwardly screamed in victory. What were the chances that he had his own little sob story about a chick? This gave them common ground, which was perfect to help lower the King’s inhibitions. Swallowing his impulse to cackle, the poltergeist moseyed his way near the Fae King and peeked out the window. “What are the odds, huh?!” At the sight of the destruction below, he let out a loud whistle and clapped a hand on the taller man’s shoulder. “What, uh, what happened here?”

Jareth sent a warning, sideways glance to the offending hand on his person. The ghost had the good sense to remove it. “ She happened.” He said with a mixture of annoyance and sadness.

Betelgeuse couldn’t help but snort with amusement. “She wrecked you too, huh? Women! Man, if I tell ya what my little lady put me through, ya wouldn’t believe it. There’s a reason they’re Eve’s progeny, know what I mean?”

Jareth raised an eyebrow and turned to the sexist ghoul. “Why do you seek her out, then? Do wish to punish her?” He didn’t care really, but his curiosity was piqued.

Betelgeuse was taken aback by the odd and ominous question. He shuffled his feet uncomfortably and scratched at his mossy, stubbled chin.

“Punish? Nah.”

He waved the thought away. Not that he wasn’t going to have more than a few words with her when he got back though. A deal was a deal. The little backstabber needed to understand a few things about loyalty to one's husband, but no, he had no intention of hurting Lydia. She was just a kid, after all. A fact he was unaware of until Juno gave him the lecture of a millennium. It didn’t really bother him. She was just a key to his freedom, but being a standup guy that he was, he had every intention of making sure his new wife got all the husbandly attention she would ever need... when she was ready, of course. Happy wife, happy afterlife and all that. He figured it’d take some years to get into her good graces anyway. He did leave quite a shit storm behind.

“I’m just a regular ol’ Joe in love,” he lied like a pro. Although, there was serious potential to fall head over heels for the sweet, little goth. She was pretty and loved the strange and unusual, and there was no one in life or death who was stranger or more unusual than the Ghost With the Most. “Plus,” he continued, again bringing a hand to his chest, “I take my vows pretty seriously. What’s a man worth if he can’t keep his word, huh?”

“Indeed.” Jareth nodded in agreement. Intrigued, the Goblin King turned around and made his way to the barrels of Fairy Wine. He conjured two goblets and tossed one to his guest. “Let us drink to our fair ladies then, spirit!” He poured himself some wine as Betelgeuse walked over to him.

“Ah, not that I don’t appreciate the offer, but you’ll be wastin’ yer fine vintage on me. Can’t taste the stuff or get drunk. Part o’ the whole being dead thing.”

“Nonsense!” The King exuberated while he poured his guest a glass and held it out for him. “I insist.” There might have been a hint of warning in his tone. He did not like defiance.

Betelgeuse caught his drift and smirked. “Sure.” He took the goblet and waited for the guy’s next move.

Jareth smiled and held up his glass. “To love, however treacherous and ungrateful she may be.”

“Cheers ta that!” They clinked their goblets and drank. The moment the wine hit his lips, Betelgeuse’s eyes bugged out. “Holy Mother o’ Pearl!” He could taste its sickly, sweet bouquet, and not only that, he could feel it warming his essence. Betelgeuse started to chug.

Jareth’s genuine laugh rang out as he watched the ghoul finish the contents of his glass. Betelgeuse wiped his mouth with his sleeve and let out a belch that could rival a giant’s. “You’re welcome,” Jareth snickered and motioned for him to get a refill. “Have as much as your dead heart desires.”

“Don’t mind if I do, yer majesty!” It was a done deal, the tall weirdo was his new favorite person.

Jareth took his seat on his throne and eyed the ghost with interest. “So, Betelgeuse, your bride is mortal?”

After downing another glass with gusto, he hiccuped and poured himself another. “Oh, uh, yeah. Heh! I was hauntin’ her house, nothin’ personal, just business, ya know? And, uh, well, as soon as I saw her, I just knew she was special. Know what I mean?”

“I do, in fact.” He could tell the ghost was already feeling the effects of the wine when he wobbled for a moment and blinked in confusion. “Might want to slow down, old man.”

“Yeah.” He burped again and decided it might be best to sit. After all, he hadn’t gotten hammered since his living days and had no idea how this would affect him. He pulled up a chair near the King and sipped at his beverage. “Anyway, she asked me to do her a favor, huge favor by the way, and then…” he shook his head and suddenly burst into tears, “she hasn’t called! Not once!” He heaved and sobbed, then stopped suddenly, disgusted with himself. “Why th’ fuck amma cryin’?!”

“Because your drunk,” Jareth said simply with a tilt of his head.

“Damn! Thiz iz some shit!” He was chuckling again.

The King scowled. He could sympathize with the poor fool. “I too went out of my way to cater to my lady and she scorned me. I manipulated time, created a portal between our worlds--”

“Speakin’ o’ dat,” the drunk slurred and held up a finger, “wanna he-HIC-help a brother--”

“She left me for her mundane, mortal world.”

“Chicks.” Betelgeuse shook his head. “Kent unnerstand why anyone wou-would leave, uh…” He gave the fairy a once over and scrunched up his face in an attempt to come up with a compliment. “Sucha, uh, hair, like you, ya know?”

“A hair?” Jareth raised a brow questioningly.

“Heir! Ya know, heir of, like royalty n’ shit.” He thought it was a nice save considering his current inebriation.

“Ah, well, I suppose it couldn’t be helped.” Jareth sighed and stared into his goblet. “I pushed her away. Scared her off for her own good. Still hurts like hell though.” He took a swig.

“Wait. Whuuuut? Why’dya do that for?”

“Because she’s fifteen in mortal Earth years. Barely a woman yet.”

“What the hell ya doing messing with a kid?!” He conveniently forgot Lydia’s age at the moment.

Jareth’s eyes turned to daggers at the insinuation. “She and I are fated to mary in the future. I, however, did not seek her out. She came to me .”

It was like someone had slapped Betelgeuse in the face. What the fuck was this guy saying? Who the fuck was this fruitcake talking about? The stories were too similar from what he was hearing. Two powerful, supernatural beings both dumped by teenagers. Or… teenager? He pushed down his rage and tried to think logically, which was proving to be difficult. He needed to be careful, but he also needed answers.

“Heh, sorry there, your Highness. Don’t mind me… I guess I’m just… erm… projectin’. Yeah, that’s right. See..” he set his goblet down and hunched over, placing his forearms on his lap as if to tell him a secret. “I’m on the same boat.” He gave the King a wink.

Jareth narrowed his eyes in suspicion. “How so?”

“Well, I don’ wancha ta get the wrong idea or anythin’ but…” he paused for dramatic effect, “my mortal is fifteen too.”

All of Jareth’s former amusement vanished. “Is that so?” He took a casual sip from his glass.

Betelgeuse no longer kept up any pretenses. He could sense the tension rising between them as they stared each other down. It was time to get his answers. “Yeah. Poor kid. She wanted to be saved from her pitiful, boring life and come to the other side.”

Ever so slowly, the Goblin King set his goblet aside and sniffed loudly. “You remind me of the babe.” He said as he surmised the same thing Betelgeuse had thought.

There was no way in hell that he’d give up his freedom to Mister Buldge, yeah he saw it, no way he’d ever give up his babes. With a snarl, Betelgeuse shot to standing and jutted a finger in the fairy’s direction. “WHAT BABE?!”

Jareth stood quickly and braced himself for a fight. “The babe with the power!”

“What the…?” That threw him. “What power?”

“The power of voo--”

“What the fuck is her name ?!” The poltergeist had lost all patience.

“How do I know you won’t pretend she is another to save your hide?” He spat as he pointed his horse crop at the ghoul.

Betelgeuse threw his hands in the air in frustration, then came up with a solution. “Okay, how ‘bout this? We say her at the same time. Okay?”

“Fine.”

“Alright, one, two, three--”

“LYDIA” “SARAH” They yelled in unison.

There was a pregnant pause before Jareth’s laughter bounced off the walls. The threat extinguished, Betelgeuse relaxed and chortled.

“Well, well,” Jareth smiled, “what a pair we make. You’re quite amusing, poltergeist.” He magically refilled their goblets and beckoned Betelgeuse closer. “I’m glad to have you as my guest for as long as you’re staying.”

“Yeesh,” the ghost looked at his watches and grimaced. “Yeah, about that. I was hopin’ you’d open a portal fer me? Now that were pals?”

“Not possible.” He replied resolutely.

“Aw, c’mon, help a guy out!”

“I can only open a portal when someone wishes aloud for me to take a baby away.”

Betelgeuse blinked twice. “So, yer sayin’ that you… can’t leave… without being… summoned.”

“That’s correct.”

He was trapped. Again. “And, uh, how often would you say that happens?” He asked dryly, knowing the answer.

Jareth smiled wickedly as he wrapped an arm around him. “Let’s just say we’re going to be the best of bosom companions.”

“Fuck me,” Betelgeuse breathed.

“I’d be delighted,” the King murmured into his mossy ear with a leer.

Betelgeuse slowly turned his guarded gaze to his host to see if he was serious. He was serious. “I’m sortuva... ladies man, ta tell ya the truth,” he gruffed quietly.

“I see,” he replied, his smile never faltering. “Well, we have plenty of goblin women who I’m sure would be interested.”

The specter shuddered. He had seen what those goblins looked like when he peered out the window into the city. “No, er, humans, female fairies?”

“Afraid not, old chap.” He tightened his grip on his new favorite toy and gave him a suggestive wink. “We need to wait for our young brides to grow up anyway, and who knows how long it’ll take for us to leave this realm. You know what they say,” he gave the specter another lecherous grin, “time flies when you’re having fun.

Betelgeuse took stock of the feminine-looking male next to him and scratched his head. The flowing blonde hair, the makeup, the glitter… he ignored looking past his belt. Maybe with a little more wine…? Throwing his head back, the Ghost with the Most swallowed the entire contents on his goblet. His vision blurred some when he finally looked to his shimmery host again.

“Well-ah, like my dear ol’ mom always said… ‘a hole, is a hole, is a hole.’” He shrugged his shoulders. “Fuck it.”

Before he could regret his decision, he turned into his host swiftly, grabbed a handful of bulge and sighed. “Yep-ah. Definitely a dick.”

THE END.

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[brianc521]

Night Out

“Where are you going?” He asks, voice crackling from the phone call.

Your phone sits on your bathroom counter, next to your make up and hair supplies. 

“Um, I don’t know. I was gonna meet up with Grace at her place and we were gonna head out together.”

“Are you driving?” He asks worriedly.

“No I think she said that Zack might, or that we would all just UBER together.” You say clipping your earrings into place.

“Oh, okay.” He sighs.

“What’s up Babe?” You ask, fluffing your hair a bit.

“Just be safe okay,” He murmurs. “Makes me nervous, because I’m not there.”

“I’m always safe Baby, and I wish you were here. I’m not gonna be out long, but I can’t not go. It’s her 21st.” 

“I know, just be safe okay?”

“Always Baby.” 

“I love you.” He says, and you can hear the sadness in his voice. It hurts your heart a bit, because you know he wants to be here too. It’s nights like tonight that he misses most. Going out with friends, even if they are yours, and celebrating life’s moments, like someone turning 21. 

“I love you more.” You grin, hearing his scoff over the phone.

“Not possible.” He shakes his head, even though you can’t see it.

Your phone buzzes, a text from Grace coming in. 

iMessage from Gracie: Zack has to work, we’re gonna UBER. Get over here soon!

“Oh we’re UBERing.” You say to Shawn, since he asked earlier.

“Okay,” He says, biting at his lip nervously.

“Okay Baby I have to go, shes getting impatient. I love you and I’ll talk to you later.”

“Check in with me throughout the night okay? Just to make me feel better.”

“Of course Baby, I love you!” 

“Love you Baby, have fun.” 

And with that you hang up, rushing to grab the rest of your things and heading out the door to Grace’s.

**

You guys are at the bar, all of Grace’s people around along with the rest of the crowd at the bar.

The music is loud, the drinks are flowing, and you are slowly starting to feel like the most sober one in the group. Grace is thoroughly feeling her drinks and you decide to get her some water, to help her out a little.

On your way to the bar you notice some blonde eyeing you, bottom lip tucked between his teeth and it makes you turn a bit in his disgust. If it were Shawn looking at you like that you’d be on your knees, but this guy, who’s now coming closer, makes you shiver in discomfort and want to gag on his axe body spray.

“Hey gorgeous, let me buy you a drink.”

“Um, no thanks.” You shake your head, nice forced smile on your face.

“Come on, just one drink and maybe a dance.” He moves in closer, and you’re slowly starting to feel trapped.

“I said no.” You move to walk away from him but get stopped up by a huge group behind you, blocking your path. “Shit,” You mutter to yourself.

“Looks like your stuck, so while you’re waiting lets get you that drink.”

“Dude, I said no so back off.” You go to push past him, but he grabs your arm tightly, making you wince and look down at his hand. 

“Don’t be a bitch, just have a fucking drink with me. We’ll have some fun I promise.” 

He’s now in your face, teeth gritted, jaw clenched, muscles flexing, hold on your wrist tightening, eyes dark with anger. You’re scared, and this haunting feeling washes over you and you know that if you don’t get away he could seriously hurt you. 

You twist your wrist in his hand, ripping it free, elbowing another guy in the process, catching his attention. He turns, noticing the scene behind him, pushing this guy away from you, giving you just enough room to squeeze by and run to the bathroom, locking yourself in a stall.

You dig in your purse, grabbing your phone and fumbling with it as your hands shake. You look around thinking of who to call to help you, to come get you. Shawn’s contact is what you go to first, but then remembering he’s 1500 miles away from you. 

“Fuck,” You curse, scrolling through and stopping at the C’s in your contacts. 

“Y/n, call me if you ever need anything. Just because I’m Shawn’s best friend doesn’t mean I’m not yours too.” Runs through your head and you click on that contact. 

Brian Craigen

It’s ringing, and then his voicemail. You call again, and again it rings till his voicemail.

“Come on Brian,” You groan, clicking call one more time. 

This time it shuffles and you hear him yawn. “What?” He answers, and you feel bad because it’s 2 in the morning.

“Brian?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m so sorry for calling so late,” You sniffle, looking around at the gross stall walls.

“What’s wrong? Y/n are you okay?”

“No, can you come pick me up?” You ask, feeling like you could cry.

“Where are you? What’s going on?”

“I’m at this bar, and this guy was-” You stutter. “He was um,”

“No it’s okay, I know what you’re saying. I’m on my way. Send me your location.” He says and you can hear him getting up and rushing around his place.

You thank him and send him your location, waiting in the bathroom for him. 

When he arrives he comes in, meeting you just outside the bathrooms. He pulls you into a hug and then checks to make sure you’re okay. 

“Okay, does anyone else you were with want to go? I’ll give them rides.” He says holding his keys up.

“Um,” You look around noticing Grace laughing. “Let me see.” You walk over, wiping at your mascara smudged eye.

“Y/n?” She asks, noticing you immediately. “Where did you go? What’s wrong?” 

“Um, I’m gonna go home. Does anyone need a ride?”

“What? No stay please!” 

“Grace,” You give her a stern look. 

“What?”

You lean in close and mutter into her ear, “Some guy tried to attack me at the bar. So I’m going home. Brian’s here to get me, he’s offering a ride to anyone who wants it.”

The second you say that she changes, sobering almost completely. She tells the rest of the girls it’s time to go, the party will continue at her place and she wraps an arm around you as you lead everyone to Brian.

The ride home is silent, you sitting in the front next to Brian and the rest of the girls in the back. They all know something is up, and Grace won’t stop staring at you, just wanting to make sure you’re okay. 

Brian stops in front of Grace’s place and everyone climbs out. 

“Stay here tonight.” She pleads.

“No I just want to go home.”

She pouts at you but nods, hugging you and then turning to Brian. “She better make it home okay, I’ll beat your ass if I find out something else happened.”

“She’s safe, promise.” He nods. 

She then gets out after one more hug and stumbles into her place. 

Brian looks at you, waiting a beat before speaking up.

“Where do you want to go? I can take you home, or you can come stay at mine for the night. The guest room is free, and yours if you want it.”

“Actually.” You hiccup, turning to look at him. “Can you take me to Shawn’s?”

His eyes widen. “But Shawn’s not home.”

“I know,” You nod. “Trust me, I know. I just feel safe there. So can you take me there?”

“Yeah,” He nods, putting his car in drive and heading towards Shawn’s condo. 

You dig around in your purse and sigh. “Shit, I don’t have my fucking key.”

“It’s okay,” Brian pipes up. “I have mine. I’ll get you in.” 

“Thank you.” 

He nods, heart pounding because single tears keep dropping from your eyes and when girls cry he gets uncomfortable. He’s trying to do what Shawn would want him to do but he’s worried he’s really not helping you at all. 

The drive is silent until Brian’s stopped at a light across the street from the condo building, and he points at a huge group outside the doors.

“What’s that?”

You look up from your fingers where you had been picking at your nails to see what he’s talking about. 

“Oh fuck,” You sigh, throwing your head back. 

“What?” Brian asks.

“Fuck! I forgot about the damn stalkers.” 

“The what?” Brian looks over with wide eyes.

“Fans have been going to the condo lately, following him around and shit. It’s gotten pretty bad.” 

“Yeah fuck that.” He says, getting into the turn lane. “I’m not leaving you here with that alone. Shawn would kill me.” 

“No we can go in the way he does, if you just-” You start pointing but Brian cuts you off.

“No. He would literally kill me. You can stay with me, the guest room is open, you won’t be alone. Stay as long as you’d like. I’m not leaving you here, I’m not comfortable with it and I know for a fucking fact Shawn would have my ass if I did.”

You can’t argue, because while you would be able to reason with Shawn on why you stayed there, Brian wouldn’t. 

You slump against the seat again, sitting in yet more silence as he drives to his place. 

**

“The bed is made up, and here.” He says handing you sweats and a shirt. 

You stare at him, eyebrow raised. 

“They’re Shawn’s.” He states, “He’s left them here the few times he stayed over. You can wear those and get out of your dress. Um, the hall bathroom is stalked with towels, if you want to shower.” 

“Thanks Brian.” You take the clothes, looking at the familiar fabric and hugging it close discreetly. 

You head to the bathroom, and when he can hear the water start he pulls his phone out, calling Shawn.

**

Brian drove you to work and told you he’d pick you up and then take you over to Grace’s to get your car when your shift was over. 

You’d been quiet all day, and only heard from Shawn for a brief second during your break. That wasn’t unusual, it just happened to be a bad time, because you really needed him right now.

You walk out of the building, pulling your name tag off and looking for Brian’s car but stopping when you see a black Jeep and your boyfriend sitting on top of it.

“Hey Baby.” He muttered, jumping off to pull you into a hug. 

“Shawn? What are you doing here?” You asked, voice muffled by his chest. 

“Got a chilling call last night from my best friend saying I needed to come home to you. So here I am.” 

You sigh, letting your eyes close, silently thanking Brian. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He whispers in your ear as he holds you tighter.

“Was going to this morning, but you didn’t answer when I called.”

“Was on the plane.” He murmurs. “Could of called me last night.”

“Took a shower and then passed out.” 

He nods against your shoulder. “Okay.”

“I’m sorry, I really was gonna tell you I just couldn’t get a hold of you.” 

“I’m sorry Baby, but I’m here now.”

“Thank you.” You cry, finally feeling safe with his arms around you. 

“Oh Baby.” He says when he feels your tears on his neck, and your arms tighten around him. 

“Just hold me.” 

“I’m right here.” He whispers, kissing the side of your head. “Let’s go home.” 

“I have to get my car.”

“It’s already at my place, Brian helped me move it.” 

You pout, looking at him. “I love you, thank you.” 

“Always Baby, I’d do anything for you.” 

He helps you into his Jeep, rushing around to get in himself. 

**

You’re cuddled under a blanket on his fluffy couch, watching him fiddle with the TV to get his new game system to work so you guys can watch Netflix.

“Baby,” He says looking at you over his shoulder.

“Yeah,” 

“Can you tell me what happened?”

You sigh, looking down and nodding. 

“If you don’t want to that’s okay.”

“No, I want you to know.” You speak up, getting a nod from him. “I was just going to get Grace some water, and I noticed this blonde guy looking at me. And he made me feel uncomfortable by his stare, so I moved further away. But he came up to me, almost commanding I let him buy me a drink. And when I told him no, multiple times, he got angry, and he grabbed my wrist.”

Shawn turns completely, giving you his full attention. His face is soft but his eyes are angry. 

“And when I jerked my hand free I accidentally elbowed this guy behind me, which caught his attention.” You rub your nose. “And he noticed the situation and pushed the guy away, and then I ran to the bathroom. I was gonna call you, but you were away so I called Brian and he came to pick me up.”

“He told me he tried to bring you here?” Shawn hums, crawling closer. Sitting by the end of the couch, reaching out and taking your foot in his hand and rubbing it to soothe you.

“Yeah, but your fans were out front.”

“Yeah, I talked to security about that. That’s why they weren’t here today, that problem should be taken care of.” 

“Shawn you-” You sit up.

“No, I did. I know what you are gonna say, and I did need to take care of that. It’s bullshit really. They can meet me at the airport or the park when I’m on a run but standing outside the condo building is too far. When my girlfriend can’t come over when she wants to because it’s not safe for her to be here alone is too far. It’s one thing to invade on my airlines and hotels, but my home is another level and it’s too far. I also made a post that if you were outside my place that security will step in and I won’t be seeing them.”

“Shawn,” You sigh.

“This is my home, our home. And the second that it doesn’t feel safe please tell me, because I want this to be your safe place, my safe place, our safe place.” 

You frown at him, crawling off the couch and to his lap. 

“Okay.” You whisper, before kissing him softly.

“No more going out if I’m not home.”

“Shawn,” You sigh.

“Or no more going out by yourself if I’m not home. Take one of the guys with you. It just makes me so nervous, and last night was my worst nightmare come true.” 

“Okay,” You comb through his curls.

“Okay?”

“Okay,” You nod.

“I love you and I’m sorry that I wasn’t here.”

“You are, you are here. And I love you more.” You smile at him.

He rolls his eyes. “No, I love you more.”

You giggle, “Nope, I love you the most.”

He tackles you to the floor, “No, I love you, to the moon and back.” 

You grin, “I love you to infinity and beyond.” 

[harryimaginedstories]

committed to you

hello! this is a thought I had after my last story about infidelity. x gif isn’t mine.

The house was quiet and illuminated by two dim lamps only. Harry had suggested switching the light bulbs before they gave out completely, but Y/N quite liked how it gave their living room a warm and dark orange glow. Somehow it was deeply comforting. Especially with the wind moving the branches of the tree outside and pushing dark clouds together to hide even the last stubborn rays of sunshine, though since it was coming close to nine pm, there wouldn’t be much of those left, anyway. 

Y/N took in a shaky breath. Her palms rubbed her heated cheeks and she kicked away the phone she had abandoned after her friend Aileen had ended their call to go off and cry herself to sleep. Y/N was crying herself.  The utter despair in her friend’s voice had inflicted as much pain on her, it might as well have been herself who had received some of the possibly worst news there were. Aileen had been robbed of everything most dearest to her and Y/N didn’t know what to do to help. She still had her source of comfort, sitting in the music room down the hall of their home. To her great luck, she couldn’t relate to her friend’s horror. But she could imagine it, and that sufficed to make her entire body tremble.

Guilt mixed with her sad mind. Harry hadn’t even gotten to snack on the food they’d ordered and spread on their coffee table before Y/N had been forced to pay her phone attention and answer Aileen’s texts. And once the depth of the problem and the urgency had been revealed, Y/N had been stuck on the phone for what had been approximately an hour. It wasn’t fair to him, not after he’d come home tired and exhausted. Though it was sweet how he hadn’t complained in the slightest.

A slow sigh escaped her mouth. Y/N tried to steady her rapidly beating heart and hoped that breathing evenly would help stopping the tears from slipping on her cheeks. She closed her eyes. Aileen had been so sad. So utterly heartbroken. She’d sobbed and had cried terribly, two times she had even screamed, all of it because her heart had been ripped into shreds. The memory made Y/N cold and cry even harder as she pressed herself up and raised into a sitting position.

Y/N stretched her aching legs and rose to her feet, determined to go after him. Being the wonderful and respectful person he was, Harry had left the room with a short kiss to her cheek once he’d recognized the distraught voice of Aileen at the other side of the phone. The thought made her smile softly. Y/N loved him so much. He always put her first and hadn’t even argued when their movie night had been interrupted by her obligation to help her upset friend.  He was so soft with her. And patient. She rubbed her tired eyes. Worry turned her stomach as she imagined not having his support anymore. That she could lose him to someone else. Y/N sniffled and almost ran to the room her was in. Her hectic breathing got worse the closer she got and once she burst through the door without remembering to knock first, her body was shaking so bad she could barely walk. 

At the noise of her entering, Harry turned around with a smile and his hands still resting on the keys of his piano. The smile dropped instantly once he noticed the redness of her cheeks and the drops falling from her eyes.

“Love?” he hummed, “Hey, what is it?” 

Harry sat on the narrow piano stool and his brows knotted at the sight of his hysterical girlfriend. Y/N froze in the doorway. 

“Ha-Harry!” Her voice broke and she raised her hands to stifle her sobs.

It was new to him that a steady heartbeat could speed up that quickly, but he guessed that happened when the person owning the heart in his chest was crying that badly. 

”Baby, c’mere.” 

He opened his arms and welcomed her body when she crawled onto his lap and curled her legs around his hips. Her arms slung around his neck and he tilted his head to make room for her face to push and rub against the warm skin of his jaw. The crying didn’t seem to bother him that much, even when it meant that his shirt was stained with snot.

“Harry,” she whined and tightened her hold on him by brushing both hands into his hair.

“Y/N,”  Harry cooed and she hiccuped when he kissed her cheek, “Shh. You’ll be okay. Deep breaths. What is it, huh?"

This state of hers wasn’t something he hadn’t seen her in before, and he knew that normally holding her close was what did the trick to calm her down. But it scared him that he didn’t know what had caused her to cry in the first place. Of course her voice had been hard to miss through the walls of their house and he had been able to tell that Aileen was distressed and that their conversation wouldn’t be a relaxed one. But had he known that it would get this out of hand, Harry would’ve never left her to play his piano.  It calmed him to feel her scratch his neck softly and her lips twitched into a smile when he rubbed her jaw with his nose. 

“Did you fight with Ailee?”

“No.” He felt her shake her head and cuddle him closer.

The hold she had on him was tight enough to be uncomfortable, if having his girlfriend this close ever could be uncomfortable to him. Harry moved his hands up and down her back before gripping her thighs.

“Tell me please,” he sighed into her skin, “want to help.”

“You can’t... I- it’s so stupid, Ha-Harry.”

He hoisted her up higher. “Nothing getting you this upset could be stupid, lovely. C’mon. Tell me.”

Y/N’s mouth ghosted over his neck and she reluctantly pulled back to face him. The deep green in his eyes was warm and it made her heart melt all over again. She brushed away the tears and tried to take in a steady breath. Her fingers grasped his shirt tightly, wrinkling the fabric she had ironed for him earlier that week. 

“You kn-know Aileen’s b-boyfriend Th-Thomas, right?”

He nodded and squeezed her thighs. “Yeah, why?”

“Well,” she swallowed hard, “Ai-Aileen told me tha-that he’s been cheating on her for the past few m-months a-and s-she didn’t even know a-and now they’re gonna break u-up and...”

She trailed off and shook her head before brushing some of the snot off with her sleeve. Harry frowned. 

“But he seemed to be so crazy ‘bout her.”

Y/N agreed quietly. One hand still held on to his shoulder tightly and she gasped when she felt him tighten his own hold on her. Harry didn’t know what else to say. It relieved him to feel her calm down and to hear that her breathing slowly evened out again.

“What are you thinking?” she murmured and tried to smile when he looked at her once more. 

Harry shrugged. “Don’t really know... lots of things. S’just... so out of the blue, isn’t it? We went to dinner with them just last weekend and they were all lovely and showing each other affection. Now he’s cheating on her.”

“I thought the same.”

There were thoughts in both of their heads that they didn’t know how to share with the other. They weren’t even certain if they should voice their worries. Where did one take that certainty that their partner wasn’t secretly with somebody else? How could one be sure, when a couple seemingly so loving and committed to each other could suddenly split up because one of them had been lying the entire time?

Harry bit his lip. “I wouldn’t ever do that to you, Y/N.”

She nodded and lifted her hands to let her thumbs caress his cheekbones softly. “I wouldn’t either, Harry.”

They gave each other a moment to find the truth behind their promises in their eyes before he leaned forward to connect them in loving kiss. His tongue poked her lips and she let hers glide over his, before they pulled away again. Y/N leaned back on his thighs and rubbed off the last sticky stains her tears had left on her cheeks. She picked on her sleeve.

“I know you love me because you kissed me even though I’m snotty.”

Harry laughed and squeezed her hips. “Yeah, there’s your proof.”

“I feel so bad for Aileen.” 

Y/N slowly slid off his lap and got to her feet. He reached out and steadied her once he noticed how her legs wobbled, her body still stressed from her crying earlier and only slowly recovering.

“I do, too,” Harry said with a small nod and got up himself, “Hey, how about she comes to live with us for a while? Got a pretty big guest room, don’t we?”

A smile spread on her face. “I already offered. She already moved to her mother’s though.”

He interlaced their hands and began leading her back to their couch. “Okay, then. We’ll just be there for her, then.”

Harry opened one of the food boxes on their table and sat down on the sofa, similar to how he’d done hours before, and began picking at his food. 

“At least chinese noodles are also good when they’re cold.”

She looked at him and her stomach warmed. Harry sat cross-legged on the couch, food in one hand and fork in the other and noodles hanging from his mouth as he ate. He was utterly adorable and her heart fluttered.

“What?”

She shrugged and smiled. “Just lucky to be committed to a guy as wonderful as you are, Har.”

“Awe.” Harry made room for her to sit down and hummed when she spread a blanket over the two of them before grasping a box with food herself.

His foot nudged her leg. “Right back at you.”

Y/N sniffled and he grinned upon noticing the sparkle he loved return to her eyes. “I’m a girl.”

“Oh, shut up, you knew what I meant.”

I hope you liked this one. it’s really just a thought I had after writing crossroads and it isn’t really something I put a ton of backstory or energy into. just thought it was lovely. please let me know what you thought. x

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[pcyheartgirlx]

In The Bleak Midwinter [CH10]

Genre ;; Angst/Smut/Fluff/Romance

Pairing ;; Chanyeol x Reader x Seokjin

Word Count ;; 9.1k

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

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

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

So what happens when you mix fire and ice?

You get smoke and all the lines are blurred.

A/N ;; I feel like this chapter needs no introduction. Let’s get to it ;)

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“Pleasure doing business with you again, Jihoon! I know Angie is going to be a perfect fit for you,” you doted at him as you put an arm around the giggling woman at your side. “I mean look at her! She’s gorgeous!”

“Oh, (Y/N), stop!” Angie blushed.

“She’s not wrong sweetheart,” Pyo Jihoon said as he ran his hand down her back. Smiling at the two cooing at each other, you called for an usher to come over.

“Take them to room 421 on the 4th floor,” you said to the man as he nodded.

“You got it, boss. Come with me,” the usher said as he motioned them to follow him. Angie was simply glowing and you shot her an encouraging look. Jihoon took her hand lightly as he motioned for them to follow the usher.

“Have fun, you two!”

“Oh we will,” Jihoon purred at Angie, causing her to blush before they walked away. You cocked  your head to the side, declaring victory as you turned around and made your way over to Maya, Damon and Ronnie who were standing not too far away. As you approached them, you looked at the sight of your party.

The sound of lively conversations roared over the music playing in the hall. Hundreds of your workers were mingling with the many groups of idols, managers, record label CEOs and producers. Some were at the bar, working their charm, just as Damon coached them, while their prospective clients had a few drinks. Others were sitting at the many round tables that adorned the venue. There was a whole kitchen of chef’s in the back, working on a menu customized on whatever the guests wanted. Most of the time, it was the same dishes but Goyangi Catering, a company you worked close with for your parties, had the best chefs from all parts of the world. They never provided a menu as they prepared for whatever the guests pleased. The parties you planned were one of a kind. It was a paradise for adults. You can have anything you want. Food or Drinks while beautiful young women and men doted on you respectfully. With tact and sophistication. Until they trapped you in a spell, cursing you with the curves of their bodies. A slight touch of the arm or tender graze of their fingers on your cheek was propane on your skin, igniting a fire inside you that didn’t know was there.

If it was one thing you knew how to do was observe body language. A business tactic you picked up from your dear old father. You find a target, study the way they sit, where they put their hands, how they looked at others and you made a general assumption on what their personality was like. You preyed on their desires and reaped the benefits from it. They fell at the touch of a beautiful person who treated them like they were human. Damon and you worked hard on teaching these men and women the art of seduction. Of getting what they wanted by using nothing else but their body. Everyone wins. You get paid, they get their rocks off. That’s why you thrived. That’s why you never failed. Your father always said only one person can be on top. There’s always one winner. Shit like that wasn’t a winner’s mentality. A winner mentality is . sacrificing numbers to save people rather than sacrificing people to save numbers. You had a lot of low points before you succeeded but you remained close to the concept of helping others. Your father would have just killed the right people. Force your way to the top. You both exhausted yourselves to the bone but your work ethic is what set you apart. Working hard to make others happy, even if it’s a sick twisted way of happiness, was much better than working hard to make others miserable.

Looking around you smiled to yourself as you thought, this is going better than I imagined...but neither of them are here yet…

“I rewatched EXO’s performance for like the 5th time and my Sehunnie looked radiant!” Damon gushed at you three. Maya took a sip of her 5th drink of the night as she nodded.

“Sehun is EXO right?” Ronnie asked cluelessly. You shot him a disapproving glance and smacked his arm.

“Didn’t I tell you to read up on our clients before coming here?” You hissed at him. He shrugged and rubbed the arm you assaulted.

“I tried but there were too many!”

“Youuu are juh lazy! Hck, that’s just disrup...disra…hck...disrepectful,” Maya slurred through hiccups. The three of you looked at her weirdly.

“Had enough to drink there?” Ronnie retaliated.

“Fuck are you talking about?” she growled at him, taking another sip. “I’ll...hck...drink any of you over a table!”

“I think you mean under,” Damon corrected.

“I don’t wanna go under a table with you...no offense...”

“Wait what?”

It was hard to pay them any mind at this point. You pulled your phone out for what seemed like the millionth time and studied the screen. Still no texts from either of them, you thought. Maybe the presents were a little much.

“Don’t worry hck, (Y/N),” Maya hiccuped as she put a hand on your shoulder. “They’re probably just busy.”

“Yea, don’t stress it too much,” Damon added looking over at you sweetly. Ronnie scratched his head.

“Excuse me guys, someone at the bar is making a deal. I’m going to take care of it,” Ronnie said proudly. He turned to you and pointed. “Damon is right by the way, don’t stress it too much because tonight is a big night.”

You couldn’t help it though. You spent hours trying to come up with a reason as to why neither of them had called or texted you. Telling yourself that they were busy wasn’t good enough at this point. That was the impatient side of you though. You shook the thoughts off and tried to focus at the party at hand.

“YOONGI!” Maya squealed as she grabbed your arm. You looked over at the entrance and there they were. All 7 of them. And Jin looked just as mesmerizing as he did on your phone a few hours ago. It was difficult to resist studying his features. He looked a bit worn out, his hair was somewhat unkempt, parted in the middle as a few strands hung over his forehead. You noticed his eyes were darting around the room and the lit up when he saw the food being brought out to the guests. You couldn’t help but laugh as he tapped Hobi, eagerly telling him about his discovery. Hobi wasn’t paying him any mind. He and Yoongi were talking amongst themselves about finding the best place to sit. Jimin and Namjoon studied to room, examining the enviornment and everyone in it. Jungkook clung onto Tae’s arm, as they both were shocked at the scene playing before them.

“Let’s go!” you said as you grabbed Maya and started your way over to them.

“Woah! Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Damon called out. You stopped in your tracks and turned on your heel, Maya sloppily mirroring your action.

“I’m going to...uhh...meet with our guests.”

“No, no. You said before ‘I’m not going to have time to talk to him!’ and here you are running off like little bitches!” You glared at him as he spoke.

“Come onnnnn! I wanna see Yoongiiiiii!” Maya whined.

“It’d be rude not to greet our clients. Plus, a certain someone isn’t here yet so what’s the harm?” You said, putting your hand up at Maya to shut her up. Damon groaned and rolled his eyes.

“Fine. But make it quick!”

“I’ll be right back I promise!” You said gleefully as you made a beeline toward the 7 men.

“Yoongi!” Maya gushed as she walked up to him. “You were amazing!”

“You all were! Ugh, every performance of yours always surpasses the last,” you doted. As you looked at them, they reciprocated a look of timidness. Something you hadn’t seen since the first time you met them. They were uncomfortable, scratching the back of their heads, avoiding you gaze. Namjoon smiled awkwardly and looked immediately at Maya, as if he couldn’t look at you for long.

“Thank you so much, we really...appreciate that,” the leader said, almost robotically.

“O...kay,” Maya retorted, taken a back by their behavior. “You guys hungry or something because you’re acting a little...strange…”

“No we’re not!” Yoongi said confidently, turning to face the other men as he grilled them. They all came out of a slump suddenly. “We’re fine right.”

“Perfect! We’re awesome…” Jimin’s voice trailed off and that sweet smile fading.

“Right,” Maya continued. “Let me show you guys were you’re sitting…” Maya tried to hide her intoxication very well. You surprised at how convincing she was. It was like she didn’t even have a drop of liquor. Is this bitch insane or like...anyway. They all walked passed you, following Maya into the hall. You felt Jin’s eyes on you, stopping infront of you as the rest of the men walked around you.

“(Y/N), can I talk to you?”

Well fucking finally.

“Yes! Um…let’s step over here,” you motioned him into the coat room accross from you.

“In there?” He asked almost as if he was offended. You laughed and grabbed his wrist. “(Y/N), I don’t think that’s—“

“Hey boss,” you heard from behind you.

“Yes Ronnie?”

“I need your help translating...wait where are you going?” You rolled your head back in frustration and groaned.

“No where anymore, I’ll be right there…” he nodded slowly as he looked at Jin.

“Right...just um...hurry please,” he stuttered as he backed away slowly. You look at Jin with defeat and he just inhaled slowly as you let go of his wrist.

“These things are kinda crazy for me,” you said admittingly. “I kinda have to split myself into 4 people and it’s just a bit stressful. But I’m sure you probably had a stressful night too even though you did amazing and you looked brilliant and stunning and manly…” you couldn’t stop yourself from talking and with every compliment you gave him, his face softened. It left you breathless. “...and now I’m rambling I’m sorry.”

“No, (Y/N). You’re fine,” Jin smiled faintly at you as he grabbed your hand and squeezed it lightly. “You listened to me ramble for a whole week and a half. I can tell you’re nervous.” You raised your eyebrows at his statement. Scoffing and laughing you pushed your hair behind your ear and crossed your arms.

“Me? Nervous? No...just...okay I’m a wreck but I know what will make me feel better.”

“Tell me, jagi.”

“Did you like the present?” He looked down, that faint smile disappeared for a bit but returned almost immediately.

“I loved it.”

That’s it? You thought. All that searching for that half assed answer. You tried to hide the disappointment in your face but he noticed.

“(Y/N)...I’m gonna go wait with the rest of the guys. But I really do have to talk to you soon.”

“Yea, sure. You’re acting awfully weird. You and the rest of the boys. Is everything okay? It was the flowers. They were too much right?”

“No, jagi. It wasn’t the flow—“

“I should have gotten something for you all. Ugh, now I feel like an asshole!”

“It’s not that either.”

“Boss,” Ronnie interrupted as he put a hand on your shoulder. “I really need you.” You sighed and nodded.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can, okay tesoro?” Jin rubbed the back of his head as you assured him.

“Okay. Just...hurry please?”

“What’s the rush?” You giggled as you walked away.

“I think you know why…” he said faintly, barely able to catch what he said as you walked away with Ronnie.

After you finished assisting Ronnie with a transaction, you started back for BTS’ table but you were taken away by another transaction. Soon after another. And another. You needed to think of a plan to escape. If not, you weren’t going to be able to talk to Jin before Chanyeol showed up. Looking at Damon fixing one of your worker’s hair, it suddenly dawned on you.

“Damon!” You called out to him as you approached him. “I need a favor.” He raised a finger at you and quickly returned to the worker who’s rose bun was being adjusted.

“Okay Hunny, you’re good as new. Go get them!” He said to her in encouragingly. She sweetly thanked him and ran off. “Now what can I do for you?” He snapped as he turned to you.

“I need you to watch the floor. I need to step ou—“

“You’re really asking for a lot,” he said eyeing you up and down. “Look at this place. At this time. It’s only going to get busier and you want to leave. What for?” You bit your lip before you answered.

“Well I was trying to talk to Jin and Ronnie pulled me away. He was just about to tell me about the present and—“

“No offense, (Y/N), But you need to let the present thing go,” he snarked, scanning the room to see if everything was visually okay.

“No Damon. It’s not even that...they were acting weird.”

“Weird how?”

“I don’t know. Like they couldn’t look at me. And Jin just looked...upset.”

“Maybe they’re tired?” Damon shrugged.

“No something is up. I can feel it,” you shook your head and gave Damon pleading eyes. “I’ll let you and Sehun go in the closet for 15 mins when they get here! Please!”

“Make it 25 and you’ve got yourself a deal,” he said flatly as he tried to haggle with you.

“Ugh! Fine. Can I go now?”

“Get lost,” he retorted, walking away unbothered. You smiled as you put your phone out, opening up a new message.

You:

Get on the elevator and go up to the roof. I’ll meet you there in a few.

Your heart skipped a beat as you saw the ellipses that indicated he was typing. It wasn’t very long until he responded.

Seokjin:

Got it. On my way.

Fixing your gaze in his direction, you saw him say a few words to the other members at the table as he made his way to elevator.

“Hey! (Y/N)! I have a potential client, can you check them out?” You heard one of your hunnies say behind you. A sigh escaped your lips as you turned around to face him.

“Let’s go sweetheart.”

This was the last transaction you made before you snuck off into the elevator.

x-x-x

“Are you sure this was a good idea?” Minseok whispered behind Junmyeon as they walked into the venue. Junmyeon sighed as he scanned the hall, looking for their usual table.

“What sounds worse? Us coming here together or Chanyeol coming by himself?” Minseok shrugged and shook his head at the leader.

“I suppose you’re right.”

“I don’t always get chicken!” Jongin argued, playfully pushing Kyungsoo as they trailed behind their hyungs.

“Don’t kid yourself. You’ve been salivating the moment I asked you if you were getting fried chicken again,” Jongin pouted at his statement as they followed Minseok and Junmyeon to the table.

“Okay Chanyeol, remember what we talked about,” Jongdae gave him a few pats on the back as he grabbed his arm. “Stay calm and civil. And don’t forget the main points of discussion we went over. This is her job. You knew this is what she did.”

“You’re just feeling upset,” Baekhyun interjected. “Because you love her and it’s been such a long time since you’ve had to...share,” The blonde tilted his head as he finished his statement, looking at Chanyeol in bewilderment. “You sure know how to pick them, don’t you hyung?” Chanyeol let out an obvious fake laugh before cocking his arm back, motioning a punch at Baekhyun. The smaller man sheilded himself and scoffed.

“Alright alright. That’s the complete opposite of what we were aiming for,” Jongdae said as he brought Chaneyol’s arm down.

“Hyung, I don’t know why you don’t just do what I told you--”

“That’s actually the plan, Sehunnie,” Chanyeol put a hand on his shoulder. “I’m not playing around anymore.”

“Wait, what plan?” Jongdae asked.

“A plan to make (Y/N) finally settle down with him,” the maknae doted. The Baekhyun and Jongdae leaned back in shock. The blond putting a hand to his chest while Jongdae’s mouth hung open. Before they could ask him to elaborate, Sehun’s attention was drawn away as he laid eyes on the man he came tonight to see.

“Look it’s Damon. He looks so handsome, ahhhh,” Sehun grabbed at Minseok and shook him. “I want to go talk to him. Come with me guys. Maya’s there, hyung!”

“I-I don’t think that’s a bad idea…” Minseok stuttered, admiring Maya from afar.

“I don’t see (Y/N) with them,” Chanyeol claimed immediately. Baekhyun laughed nervously  and squeezed his shoulders. The blonde shot a worried glance at Jongdae.

“She’s probably busy so we should just--”

“Go ask them.”

“No, Chanyeol that’s not what we agreed to do,” Baekhyun quipped, trying to reason with the tall man.

“I’ll be back. Sehun, you coming with me?”

“Sehun, you’re not going to enable this for some...dick?” Baekhyun pleaded with puppy eyes. Sehun bit his lip while looking over at Damon and Chanyeol who was looking rather impatient.

“It’s not some dick, Baekhyun…” Sehun declared as he eyed Damon from across the room. “It’s that dick. Let’s go Minseok.” The maknae dragged his hyung with him as the darted for the crowd of tables in front of them. Chanyeol shrugged and followed them gleefully.

“This isn’t going to end well, is it?” Baekhyun said admittingly watching the three walk away. Jongdae sighed and pat him on the back.

“Let’s at least try to have some food before he makes a mess of things.” Baekhyun sighed at his statement while they started walking over to their table to join the other members.

“I hope I get to at least finish my food.”

X-x-x

“Where’s (Y/N)?” Maya choked as she approached Damon. The man swiftly turned to her and grabbed her shoulders.

“She’s busy, look she got caught up with something and I know you’re drunk but focus because we have a problem and I need you to act right for a second,” Damon shook her causing her to hiccup and shake her head.

“I’m perfectly fine but I think we have another problem,” she giggled, swaying to the side.

“Well what is it?”

“3...2…”

“Damon!” Sehun’s voice caused the neck on Damon’s hair to stand. They’re here, he thought to himself. He mouthed to word ‘fuck’ to Maya before turning to face the maknae. Much to his dismay, he was also greeting by Minseok, who was helping Maya stand as she started for him but tripped and Chanyeol, who looked much more eager than usual.

“Sehun, baby, you were stunning,” Damon gushed as he put a hand on Sehun’s shoulder. Sehun blushed and smiled sweetly, bringing a hand up to his mouth.

“Stop, you’re exaggerating. Look at you though, you look good enough to eat,” Sehun bit his lip as he finished his statement leading Damon into a flirty giggle fit.

“Aw, that’s cute. You guys are adorable. Awww. Hey by any chance, do you know where (Y/N) is?” Chanyeol blurted as he got in between the two men. Sehun shot him a glare before Maya made her was over to them with Minseok at her side.

“Damon was about to tell me cuz, hck...I saw her go in the elevator and never come back,” She pouted, crossing her arms. All the color left Damon’s face as she uttered those slurred words. Chanyeol looked over at him slowly, cocking his eyebrow at him.

“So where did she go?”

“Chanyeol!” Minseok scolded.

“It’s fine, Minseok,” Damon chuckled nervously as he turned to Chanyeol. “I actually...don’t know. She said she had to step out because she wasn’t feeling good...she um...needed some air.”

“Is she alright?” Sehun asked innocently.

“Yea, she’s just nervous that’s all,” Damon admitted. “She’ll be right back, Chan--”

“Thanks anyway Damon. I guess I’m just going to have to go look for her. I’ve got something to fix. I’ll see you guys in a bit,” Chanyeol said quickly as he walked away.

“I...uh..I don’t think you should do that Chanyeol!” Damon stuttered as he followed behind him.

“And why not?” He was on a mission and he kept walking even if Damon trailed him.

“Because…” he struggled to find the right words to rebuttle with. “If she’s sick you might get sick too!” Chanyeol swatted a hand at him and shook his head.

“Well if she’s sick, I should be there to take care of her right? Besides I’ll be fine,” were the last words he said before he got in the elevator. “You coming with me?” Chanyeol asked, motioning for Damon to go inside. Damon groaned and shook his head.

“No!”

“I’ll see you in a bit then,” Chanyeol said sweetly as the door closed in Damon’s face. He threw his hands up in the air and walked back to the venue, making his way toward Sehun once again.

“What is Chanyeol going to fix?” Damon demanded as he grabbed Sehun’s arm. He looked over at Minseok petrifyingly.  

“What’s going on?” Maya broke the silence as she leaned up against the older man.

“So...something beyond (Y/N)’s control put her in a very shitty position,” Minseok started nervously, trying to be as tactful as possible. “And I’m not sure if the other party is here but if he is, things are basically going to end very badly tonight and--”

“Chanyeol knows about Jin. The present’s got mixed up and they confronted each other. I’m kinda mad I wasn’t there but Jongdae said they almost fought and--”

“WHAT?!” Maya and Damon cried in unison as they stood next to each other.

“Yea! It was crazy. (Y/N) fucked herself over,” Sehun scratched the back of his head and looked over to Minseok who was glaring at him.

“You didn’t have to say it like that. Have some class, there’s a lady here,” he said motioning toward Maya.

“Please, look at how trashed she is.”

“Hey!”

“Alright! So basically what you’re telling me is that the worst possible thing that could have happened today…”

“I’m afraid so, babe,” Sehun sighed and shifted in his place.

“Are they even here?” Minseok asked, his eyes darting around.

“Who? BTS?” Damon asked as the older man nodded.

“Yea, they’re allll the way over there!” Maya pointed out to the other side of the venue where they could barely be seen.

“(Y/N)’s not that dumb after all,” Minseok commented. “I would have never know they were here.”

“Is Jin sitting with them?” Sehun asked nervously, turning his head. Damon frantically grabbed his attention away, hoping they wouldn’t notice the other man’s absence.

“Why don’t you guys order your food and I’ll find out? That way you don’t have to worry too much tonight. I know you guys must be tired and hungry,” Damon looked over at Maya with leading eyes.

“Oh...OH! Yea...yea...you guys should go eat and...rest. We’ll take care of it. I’m pretty sure I saw him there before,” she scoffed out a laugh, trying her hardest to go along with the plan. “Chanyeol’s gonna be back soon and no food? You guys should probably order him something.”

“Good idea, Maya. You should get wasted more often.”

“You know what Damon--”

“You guys are right,” Sehun sighed and looked over at Damon. “We’ll talk later, cutie.” He winked at him before he walked away with his hyung at his side.

“She’s fucked isn’t she?” Maya whispered watching them make their way back to their table.

“So royally fucked.”

X-x-x

The minute you heard the elevator ding, you ran out of it with anticipation. Millions of different dialogue echoed in your mind and you mentally wanted to rehearse them all before you got to Jin. It was killing you not understanding why they were acting so strange. All this time you were hoping to see Jin with the utmost glee, smiling uncontrollably because of his new figurine but…he was cold and unmoving. Taking a deep breath in, you pushed the door open.

“Jin,” you said breathlessly as you stepped out to the roof. He turned around and gazed at you, that half smiled returned. But you ignored it as you walked over to him, taking him into an embrace. “I miss you.” You felt his body against yours. It was stiff and tense for a second. He brought his hands to your back and barely squeezed you against him.

“I missed you too,” he whispered. It was cold outside in the Mid December weather but you couldn’t help but feel colder in his embrace. This wasn’t like Jin. By now, he’d be showering you with kisses, running his hands up your sides so he could hear you giggle into his neck. You pulled away and furrowed your eyes at him.

“What did you need to talk to me about? Can I know why you’re being so distant with me?” you confronted him. He sighed and took your hand in his.

“(Y/N), before I start. I just want to say I knew deep down inside me that you were seeing other men...I just didn’t want to believe it,” his words pierced through you like a thousand icicles darting through your body. Even if you knew what you wanted to say there the lump at your throat weighed down on you vocally.

“What are you talking about?” you managed to croak out. Jin’s eyes darkened as he narrowed them to you. Looking down solemnly, he licked his lips before meeting your gaze.

“There has been a mix up. I recieved Chanyeol’s present tonight. And he recieved mine.”

“What?” There was a ringing in your ears, like the one after a gun fires. You heard exactly what he said but you were hoping and praying that you were wrong. This wasn’t happening. You tried to pull way from him and remove your hands from his grasped but he grabbed on your fingers tightly and brought you close to him, the look of melancholy never leaving his face.

“You love him, don’t you?” He hesitated, not wishing for you to answer. You felt that stinging in your eyes. Tears were threatening to form. You didn’t want to look away because you knew for certain they stain your cheeks. Instead you stared at him, torturing yourself as you saw the gloomy look in his eyes.

“Jin…” was all you could utter out. He sighed as  his nostrils flared.

“(Y/N), I have no right to be angry with you. And I’m not,” he said reassuringly. It didn’t work. You knew he wasn’t mad. He was hurt, and you were the reason. All you wanted to do was disappear. But he continued. “It’s just...if you love him, you should be with him. Stop what you’re doing and...don’t play games with people’s hearts…”

“You think I’m playing with your heart?” you asked defensively, taken aback by your response, he let your hands go and crossed his arms.

“So what would you call it? Hm?” he leaned in as if expecting you to answer but before you could say anything, he carried on. “You led me to believe that the connection I felt with you was being returned. Like you actually cared about me. The reality is your heart belongs to someone else...and I’m just…” he paused as he looked you in the eyes. “I’m just a client.”

“You’re wrong,” you snapped as you walked closer to him. Trying to put a hand up to his cheek, he stopped you by grabbing your wrist and shaking his head. “Jin, listen…” the sadness heavily coated your words as you began to explain. “I do love Chanyeol. He...he helped me leave my ex. Gave me a chance to be myself, truly. It was the new beginning I truly needed. Not the one the ex promised me...But you,” you cocked your head and sighed deeply. “You gave me tenderness. A softness I’ve never felt before. I’m just confused...because yes, I do love him but…” you looked at him with adoration and sincerity. He parted his lips as he listened to you intently. “When I’m with you, my whole world is at peace. You give me serenity…and I...I love that.” You notice his shoulders drop as they eased up at your words. He brought a hand up to his forehead, pushing some stray strands of hair out of his face.

“If that’s true...maybe...you don’t love him,” he confessed, biting his lip while rubbing his arm. “How can you love someone and have feelings for another? It doesn’t make sense to me, (Y/N) because…” he grabbed your hands again and brought them up to his lips, kissing them as he looked at you with pain in his eyes. “I can’t think of anyone else I would want to be with...because I  lo--because I have you.” You didn’t know if he fumbled with his words because he was nervous or if he was overwhelmed with emotion, either way you didn’t know how to answer his question. It didn’t make sense to you either. There were days you wanted to lay with both of them in your arms. You thought you were going crazy, clinically even. Biting your lip, you ran a thumb over the back of his hands as he gripped your fingers tightly.

“I’m sorry, Jin...I’m sorry for hurting you. I’m sorry I’m not perfect--”

“But you are perfect,” he cut you off, knowing that tears were soon to fall if you continued. That was the last thing he wanted to do. “You’re perfect for me. You have some flaws, that’s all. But we all do. That doesn’t change anything.” You felt him let a hand go and his palm cupping your cheek. His thumb ran over your lips, as if to catch every breath that tickled against his touch. You leaned against his hand and closed your eyes for a second.

“My flaws are rather…” you looked away with shame. “...repulsive.” His hands made their way to your chin, grabbing it and turning you to face him as he shook his head.

“I wouldn’t call them repulsive…” Jin’s eyes changed instantly and you wanted to melt into them. They were soft again, the purest adoration glossed his irises as he put them on you while he studied your face. “Nonetheless...they are fixable. I know they are.”

“You’re always to sure of yourself. Why, Jin? Why do you still bother with me? You could have a decent normal girl. But you chose me...just…”

“Shhh,” he ran his thumb against your lips again. Shuddering at his touch you couldn’t help but yearn for his lips brushing up against yours. “That brings me to the next thing I need to tell you…”

“Get your hands off of her,” the familiar voice caused your heart to drop to your stomach.

“Not you again,” Jin rolled his head back as Chanyeol started to inch close to you.

What the fuck is happening? Your stomach felt uneasy and a strange dizziness overtook you. They were both in front of you, Chanyeol glaring Jin as he walked  over to you both. Jin let you go as he turned to him, folding his arms on his chest.

“You know you’re really fucking dumb for coming to this party,” he spat as he stopped in front Jin, towering over him.

“Chanyeol, stop--” you pleaded as he brought a hand up to silence you. He turned his head at you slightly before speaking.

“I’ll deal with you later,” He put all his attention on Jin now, who was rolling his eyes at him.

“If she’s even with you later,” he retorted. Chanyeol growled as he got in Jin’s face. Nothing prepared you for the moment he started to yell.

“Listen you little fuck!” Jin put his arm out, stopping Chanyeol in his tracks. The taller man shoved Jin’s are to the side as he continued. “You’ll never be anything to her! You just make her money!”

“That’s enough!” you bellowed as you tried to get between them, both of them ignoring you as you followed them. Chanyeol was backing Jin up against a shed behind you.

“I’m the one she loves! You should know since you read my letter. You enjoyed that right?” Chanyeol sneered at Jin. Jin scoffed at him and started to push his chest into Chanyeol. You didn’t know what to do except plead for them to stop again, to which they ignored you.

“You think that’s love?” Jin cocked his head and looked at Chanyeol with disgust. “The way you fuck her?”

“You don’t know anything about us!” Chanyeol growled, grabbing at Jin’s collar. Jin forcibly removed Chanyeol’s hand and smirked at him in sarcastic amusement.

“I know you fuck her like an animal,” Jin remarked, looking at Chanyeol with disdain. Chanyeol just laughed, throwing his head back.

“You’re fucking right,” he inched close to Jin’s face so that he could feel his breath on his cheek while he spoke. “And I’m proud of that.”

“Wow,” Jin marveled sarcastically as he clapped. “That’s something to be proud of isn’t it, jagi,” Jin looked over at your horrified expression.

“Will the both of you please just stop?”

“You know you can stand there and be proud of being a fucking barbarian. Because me and her don’t fuck. We make love. Tell me Chanyeol,” he put his hand up onto Chanyeol’s shoulder as he continued. “Have you ever made love to her?”

Chanyeol furiously pushed his hand away from his shoulder. He furrowed his eyebrows at him and nodded at him slowly. “Make love?” he said mocklingly. “Has she even told you she loves you?” You saw Jin’s facial expression change. The confident cocky asshole gimmick he was playing to toy with Chanyeol’s hot headed remarks, that was gone. His nostrils flared and the color of his neck deepened into a dark red shade.

“You know what Chanyeol? She hasn’t told me yet, but she will,” with that statement, he brought his hands up to Chanyeol’s chest and pushed him backwards. Chanyeol mirrored the same anger as he almost fell back. He made his way over to Jin with fury in his eyes.

“Why the fuck,” he puffed his chest at Jin, sending him back a few steps before he continued. “...would she fall for you when she has me?” Chanyeol pushed him again, but Jin collected himself fairly quickly before looking at Chanyeol with a devious smile.

“I guess it would be for the same reason she crawls into my bed even though she already has you.”

It happened quicker than you could process it. Chanyeol brought his fist up and you screamed in panic as you saw it collide with Jin’s jaw. As Jin fell to the floor, you rushed to him.

“THIS IS OVER!” You screamed at Chanyeol as you helped Jin up even though he ignored your help. Jin scrambled to his feet, looking at you with a sense of eager approval to lunge at Chanyeol. “Stop it now! This is fucki--Jin...you’re bleeding…” you choked out as you saw his red stained teeth. He frantically brought a hand up to his mouth and studied his fingers. His eyes widened as he saw the blood coat his fingertips.

“I…” he stuttered as he looked at both of you. His whole face was crimson red now...he looked as if he was going to ignore any of your protests and just start throwing fists at Chanyeol, but instead, he turned and darted to the door to go back inside, leaving you and Chanyeol out in the cold.

No...I need to fix this.

“Jin, wait--” you called out to him as he disappeared behind the door. You heard Chanyeol’s footsteps behind you as he growled.

“You’re really going to go after him, (Y/N),” he snarled at you. You turned to him and shot him a terrifying gaze that took him aback.

“You wait here, I’m not done with you,” you turned on your heels and letting Jin’s name escape your lips again as you followed him back inside.

“Jin!….Jin!” You called out to him as you ran, he was nearing the elevator. Trying with all your might, you sped up to him and grabbed his arm. “JIN!”

“How could you love a psycho like him?!” he barked at you, spinning around to face you as you stopped him. You looked at his lips, the blood was pooling around the edge of his mouth.

“You need to get this checked out. Are you in pain?” The concern in your voice didn’t phase Jin. He just grunted in frustration as he used his sleeve to wipe the blood from his mouth.

“Fuck! I don’t care about that right now! I just wanna go back and--”

“No! Please don’t,” you pleaded desperately, holding him back as he tried to push past you so he could go back. “I’m going to deal with him. I’m begging you just go downstairs and get yourself checked out.” He sighed and stood in front of you, disappointment emanating off him.

“Jagi, I--”

“I know, tesoro. I know,” you comforted him, as you put a hand on his arm. “But I have to clean this up...I created this mess.”

“No, I’m not leaving you alone with this lunatic,” he shook his head and grabbed your wrist as he dragged you toward the elevator. “Let’s go,” he commanded as he pressed the button.

“Jin! No, stop!” wriggling your arm free from his grasp, he turned to you puzzled at your protest.

“You mean to tell me you’re going to stay here?! With him!? Didn’t you see what he did to me?!” He yelled pointing to his mouth. All you could do was hang your head low and sigh. He scoffed at you and laughed mockingly as the elevator dinged. He put two fingers under you chin, bringing your gaze up to him as he looked at you with discontent. “You know what? You can sit here and abuse yourself. Lower your standards because you don’t think you’re good enough. But you’re only cheating yourself out of happiness. You’re miserable and I don’t surround myself with miserable people. Goodbye, (Y/N).”

The pang in your heart almost caused you to double over. What you wanted to do was agree with him, follow him into the elevator and leave this problem behind. But you knew the instant guilt and regret you would feel leaving Chanyeol behind. Plus, you needed to set him straight. It was about time you did something about his recklessness.

“Jin, please,” you begged as he started to go into the elevator. You grabbed his arm again as you did before. “Don’t do this, just hear me out--”

“Don’t touch me,” he spat at you, moving away from you with force before stepping in the elevator. Your heart broke into pieces as the door closed before you, watching Jin throw daggers at you with his gaze.

There was no time to cry, you told yourself. That’s all you wanted to do at this point. Fall to the floor and drown yourself in self pity. Tell yourself how stupid you were for doing this to yourself. For doing this to them. What were you thinking? How could you put yourself in this position? Is this business really worth it?

But there was no time.

You turned on your heels and headed back for the door that lead you outside. With a vendetta on your agenda, it was imperative that you confront Chanyeol about his impulsive actions once and for all.

When you got outside, you saw the tall man pacing back and forth, rubbing the knuckles on the fist he assaulted Jin with.

“Aw baby does that hurt?” you said tantalizing him. He looked up and you and nodded.

“Yea actually it does.”

“Good! What the fuck were you thinking?!” His face contorted as you yelled at him.

“Me?!” he leaned in and his eyes widened. “Did you hear what he fucking said to me?!” You narrowed you eyes at him and shook your head violently.

“So?! That doesn’t give you permission to hit anyone! What gives you the right?!”

“The minute he came between us--”

“What US?” you screamed frantically as you cut him off. He took a step back, surprised at the tone of your voice. “What us, Chanyeol? I can’t be yours. I can’t be his. Hell, I can’t even be me!” At this point, your voice was shaky and you couldn’t control your emotions. Starting for the other man, you pointed at him and wagged your finger. “I told you,” you brought your finger down and ran your other hand through your hair. “I told you not to fall for me and you didn’t listen.”

“So you’re really going to stand there and pretend you aren’t practically mine,” he sneered. “ After everything (Y/N),” he squinted his eyes as his lips curled in anger. “Everything I did, Everything we said to each other. Why do I constantly have to fight for you? First with Jiyoung, now with him!” he screamed in disgust as he neared toward you pointing in the direction of the door you had previously walked in from. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“I didn’t ask for any of it!” you fumed at him, meeting his anger with your own. “I’m not telling your to fight for me! And I’m not doing anything to you! At this point you’re doing it to yourself!”

“You’re just selfish,” Chanyeol roared as he brought his face close to yours just as he did to Jin. “You don’t care about him or me. You just want your fucking money. That’s all it’s ever been, right?!” That was it. He pushed you over the edge. The fire in your eyes exploded as you pushed him. His eyes widened at you as you started for him again.

“That was the fucking plan! Literally that was all I ever wanted, Chanyeol. From the minute I met you. Falling for you? I NEVER wanted that. I never wanted this. You seem to fucking forget!” You brought your fists up to his chest and started banging them against them as you spoke. “I’m...a...fucking….hooker…” He simply looked down at you in bewilderment and anguish. Soon enough, you felt him bring his hand behind your neck, squeezing your with force as he dragged you.

“Oh yea?” he growled in your ear as you started approaching the edge of the building. You brought your hand up to his arm as you felt him unwillingly guide you.

“What are you doi--Ah!” you yelped as he bent you over the side, your hands scraping against the concrete ledge of the building. His hand traveled up your leg, you shivered under his touch as he pushed your dress back, revealing yourself to him.

“This is the last time…” he brought his hand to your panties and pulled them down. The sound of his belt jingling followed after. “The last time I’ll be fucking you like this.”

“What?”

He ignored you as you felt his length invade you suddenly. A loud moan fell from your lips and you arched your back as he let his cock rest inside you, stretching you out before he started to pound you. His thrusts were nothing you’ve ever felt before from him. They were faster than normal, sloppier than what you were used to. You clutched tightly to the edge of the building, your arms scraping against the concrete. The sound of his body slapping up against you, your yelps of ecstasy and his husky grunts echoed down below, the noise filling your ears as it bounced of the buildings surrounding you.

When you felt his head crashing into your spot, your eyes rolled to the back of your head, causing you to back your hips into him. His hands gripped at your hips as his pace got stronger. Your whole body was a quivering mess as you felt yourself coming to your climax. His name spilling from your lips repeatedly as you began to melt against him, cum dripping down your legs.

“Stop,” you whimpered as he continued to unmercilessly thrash into you. His hands snaked up your spine and stopped in between your shoulders. Suddenly, you felt your hair being twisted into his hand. Another whimper escaped your lips as he pulled you close to him by your hair. Leaning his body half way, he rested his forehead onto your temple.

“Do you really want me to stop?” he groaned into you ear as his free hand spanked your bottom. You cried out in pain and bit your lip.

“N-...no.”

“That’s what I thought.”

That free hand now snaked around you and grabbed at your breast that was bouncing to the rhythm of his thrusts. You wanted to squeeze your walls against his throbbing cock as it moved inside you ferociously but today his cock swelled inside you so much, you could barely concentrate. His organ started to pulsate violently, indicating he was close to finishing. He let go of your hair, causing you to fall foward as he grabbed at your waist again, guiding you up and down his cock as his thrust became more frantic.

“Fuck, (Y/N)...I’m going to cum...uhhhh…” he husked lowly as you felt him explode inside you. The feeling of his load melting against your spot sent a chilling sensation of euphoria throughout every nerve of your body. You came against him, both of your juices cocktailing inside you together. As he pulled out, your body collapsed to the ground, not being able to feel any sensation in your lower body. Half expecting him to help you up, you looked up at his as he buckled his pants. His eyes told the story of sorrow and you could have sworn tears started to well up in them.

“Chan..Chanyeol…” you stuttered as you sat there breathlessly. “This is the last time?” He crouched down to your level and brought a hand up to your face.

“Yes baby...this is the last time I fuck you like this…” He saw the plethora of emotions run through your face. You were certain he was going to let those tears free from his eyes but he chuckled. “Baby don’t cry. You know I don’t like seeing you like this.” Even though he was talking to you, deep down you know he was telling himself this. Not that he was wrong for saying it to you anyway.

“So then what do you mean by last time?” you whispered as you sat there still, unable to move. He smirked and got up, looking down at your defeated form before speaking.

“I’m not going to pay you anymore, (Y/N).”

You couldn’t believe what you had just heard. Did he really just say that? That’s not how you worked. That’s not how business with Starlight Catering played out. How dare he even think that’s an option? What is he trying to do? You were so lost in your thought you didn’t noticed that Chanyeol had started to back away. Before you knew it, he was by the door, leaving you alone on the roof.

As you sat there, looking at your panties that were around your ankles, you just wanted to sob uncontrollably. The type of cry that left you hyperventilating, where after a while you had no more tears left in you. It was all over. Jin hated you. Chanyeol didn’t want you anymore or so it seemed. You couldn’t handle the consequences. Maybe if you would have prepared for this like Maya and Damon warned you, this wouldn’t have happened.

Damon.

When it finally dawned on  you that you had left him to fend for the party, you quickly got on your feet, pulling up your panties and flattening your dress as you ran toward the door. Just like other instances where you wanted to break down, you didn’t. Your business was always there to keep you away from doing so. In many way, you thought, Starlight Catering was your real lover. The strongest one out of all of them. He conquered over you, never letting you love anyone. Yes, let’s blame it on the business instead of yourself…because that always worked out.

X-x-x

When you walked out of the elevator, you sighed in relief as everything was the way you left it. Everyone looked just as entertained as they looked before. You scanned the hall, looking for any sight of Maya or Damon.

“Hey Carla!” you called out to one of you workers. She smiled sweetly as she walked over to you. “Have you seen Maya or Damon, hunny?” Carla brought a finger up to her chin and tapped against it pensively.

“Now that you mention it, I haven’t seen Maya in a while. But Damon was just here. He was escorting EXO out.”

“They left?!”

“Yea…” Carla bit her lip. “Is everything okay? They usually stay till the end.” You inhaled and put an hand on her shoulder.

“Everything is fine,” you lied. “How are you doing tonight though? Everything okay with you?” She nodded delightfully.

“Incredible actually. I got 3 clients so far! And I think one of them I can persuade into becoming a regular.” You smiled dotingly at her.

“That’s great, sweetie. Keep up the good work! Let me let you get back to it actually,” Your worker beamed at your words as she hugged you. Walking off with an extra pep in her step shortly after. As you watched her walk away, you saw Damon trailing behind another worker, fixing his bow before sending him off.

“Damon!” you called out to him. He turned to you with a horrified expression, an expression you were tired of seeing tonight, quite frankly. “What the fuck happened?! They left?! And where’s Maya?!”

“Girl…” he started as he put his hands on his hips. “Shit really--”

“Yes! Shit hit the fan! I know! Can y’all stop saying that? Tell me what happened!”

“Alright alright,” Damon replied, putting his hand on his chest as he cleared his throat. “So this is what happened in order. Jin came downstairs right? Walked over to BTS and said something to Namjoon. They got up and started to leave. Let me for one say that Maya was a MESS and Yoongi offered to sober her up at their dorm and make sure she gets home. She fucked up a few transactions and I didn’t think she could do anything without looking like a drunken mess so I figured, just kill two birds with one stone. I charged him for tonight because I know a guy like that is going to take her to bed,” he looked at you slyly before you raised your eyebrow and motioned for him to continue. “So that’s where Maya went...and that’s how they left.”

“What about EXO?!”

“I’m getting to that!” He reprimanded, shooting you a defensive look. “Anyway, Chanyeol came down stairs and I swear to everything, he was crying. The guys saw him and they just kinda...left. Sehun came up to me and said they had to go. It kind of happened all at once and me and Ronnie were trying our best to keep up with all the girls so I just walked them out and came back…” his voice trailed off as he examined you. “But what the fuck happened to you? EXO told me about the presents. I almost threw up out of fucking anxiety and shit (Y/N), you look like hell…” You glared at him quickly but the glare faded as you brought your hand up to your head.

“Where do I even begin?” You started explaining what had happened previously. From when you spoke to Jin, to when Chanyeol walked in, to the confrontation they had, to Chanyeol punching him. Your eyes started to feel like they were swelling again as you continued to explain what Jin had said to you, then the fight you had with Chanyeol. How he said that he wasn’t going to pay you for sex. You couldn’t stop talking.

“I lost them both, Damon. I really fucked up. I don’t know what to do. All I want to do is hide. And I want to start crying but I can’t--fuck,” your voice started to crack, feeling the sob sitting in the back of your throat. Damon looked at you sadly as he put his hands to your biceps.

“Sweetie, hunny, no. Not now anyway,” he pleaded sympathetically. He knew your world was collapsing at your feet. It took him all the effort in his body to show you all the empathy he could muster. “Everything is going to be fine.”

“I know you said you didn’t want clean the mess when this all happened,” you choked as you held back tears. “But I really need you right now and--”

“Bitch you know I was mad when I said that,” he spat playfully. “No, dumbass. I’m not gonna let you deal with this on your own. BUT we still have a party to tend to so...,” he pointed at the hall and raised his brow.

“I know...I know.” He sighed and handed you your invoice book and business cell phone.

“Let’s just wrap this up so we can go home and heal,” his voice was gentle and soothing. You put an arm around him and squeezed him.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” you sighed.

“I’m thinking we should get into our PJ’s when we get home, put on The Office and eat ice cream til we get fat and you can cry for hours about how you fucked up. And I can tell you it’s going to be fine for how every many hours you decide to spend crying.” You looked up at him gratefully.

“Bless you.”

He shrugged and patted your bum.

“Let’s kill it now. Make some coin so we can go home.”

A/N ;; The story is going to take a different turn now. Are you prepared for what happens next? Cuz I don’t even think I am idjsojfsdiojfijds As always thank you for reading and leave me a comment letting me know what you think <3

[wilderwestqueen]

You’re Everything I Want (And Nothing I Can Keep) - Chapter Nineteen

“Prove it. Bring her along this weekend, and prove it to everyone.” After a little white lie, Hiccup has to do something drastic to avoid embarrassing himself at a family reunion. Lost for any other ideas, Hiccup asks his best friend to pretend to be his girlfriend, just for a day. What could possibly go wrong?

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Cards On The Table

“Hi,” Astrid said. “Sorry I’m late.”

Hiccup's jaw dropped, his mouth wide open and gaping as he stared down at the crowd, blinking a few times to make sure he wasn't seeing things.

No, no, he wasn't. Astrid Hofferson was standing in the crowd, light blue dress on, blonde hair curled into a bun, strands of gold curling around her chin, and in that moment, Hiccup could have sworn that there was a light shining around where she stood, that the clouds had parted just for her.

For a moment he could do nothing but stare, frozen in space, and it took a few moments and a strong nudge from his father to get him to move. Behind him, Stoick and Val were exchanging wide smiles, and Stoick said something that sounded like "Go get her, kid!" but Hiccup barely heard. All he could think of in that moment was that Astrid was here, she was here on Berk and she was here at the wedding, and oh, God, she had heard all of his speech.

He stumbled down from his parents table, and as he moved, the earth seemed to fall away from him, everything around him turning into a blur as he focused on one thing and one thing only - Astrid.

And then he threw his arms around her, pulling her close and holding her tight, nearly knocking her backwards.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, his head pressed into her shoulder. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

A smile tugged at the edge of Astrid's lips and she pulled him closer still, her arms threading through his and squeezing tight. "Hi, Hiccup."

"I didn't think you were - I didn't think I'd -" he said, his voice wobbling as his throat closed up and tears threatened to leak from his eyes. "I'm just so glad you're here."

They were still holding on tight to each other, like they were worried that if they didn't keep holding on, the other would just disappear.

"I know," Astrid said, softly. "I am too."

For a long moment, they were stationary, just clinging onto each other for dear life. Around them, the wedding guests hooted and clapped, and for once Hiccup found himself unable to care. What did it matter, anyway, when Astrid was here?

"I'm still furious with you," Astrid said into his ear.

Hiccup pulled back, let out a choke of a laugh while a few tears spilled down his face. "I know," he said, wiping his face with the back of his hand. "You should be."

"I shouldn't have left though," Astrid said, pushing her fringe out of her eyes before clutching her arm. "That was dumb."

Hiccup shook his head. "I'd have done what you did."

"No," Astrid said, quietly. "It didn't make sense for me to leave. I knew what I was walking out on, I should've stayed. Tried to sort it out. Look, Hiccup, we need to-”

“Astrid!”

She was cut off by Gobber’s voice, so loud above the crowd that people turned to stare at him. He marched through the swathes of people to clap his hands down onto Astrid’s shoulders. The poor girl shrank back.

“So wonderful that you came after all,” he said, “after everything that happened, we weren’t expecting you back. Poor Hiccup made a right mess of things, didn’t he?”

Hiccup flushed a bright red. “Not helping,” he muttered hotly.  

Astrid was looking between Hiccup and Gobber as if all she wanted to do was run away. Gobber didn’t seem to notice.

“You really had become a part of the family, it would have been devastating if you hadn’t shown up.”

Hiccup wanted to sink into the ground, especially when he saw Astrid staring straight at her feet, fringe falling in front of her face. His eyes flickered up to the top table, and he shot a panicked look straight at his mother.

Val coughed, clapping Gobber on the shoulder. “Come have a drink with us, Gobber. We might not get another chance.”

She practically dragged him away, and Hiccup smiled gratefully at her. He and Astrid took the chance to scarper, disappearing into the crowd.  

“Sorry about that,” he mumbled, staring at the floor.

“It’s alright,” she said, but it didn’t sound alright. “Look, Hiccup, we need to talk about-”  

“Hiccup! Astrid!”

Astrid gave the barest sigh when she was interrupted again. This time it was a woman’s voice cutting through the crowd, and Heather came sauntering up to them.

“Well, Hiccup, this was definitely a surprise,” she said with a smirk, her eyes flickering between Hiccup and Astrid. “I’m almost disappointed. I thought for a moment, I had a chance.”

The last time Astrid had been on the receiving end of Heather’s flirting, she’d enjoyed it. Now, she just gave a polite smile, and looked uncomfortably down at her feet.

“Heather,” Hiccup said, the warning clear in his voice.

“Sorry,” Heather said, and the act shifted, her features softening. “I’m really happy for both of you. Don’t be strangers, you guys.”

Then she disappeared into the crowd.

Hiccup turned to Astrid as soon as she was gone. “I’m sorry, she has the worst timing. We really, really need to-”

It was Hiccup’s turn to be interrupted, this time by a figure bounding up towards them, and he tensed as he realised it was Snotlout barrelling into them. He shrank back as his cousin grabbed him by the shoulders, just like Astrid had with Gobber.

“Hiccup!” Snotlout said, “I’m glad I found you.”

Hiccup shot a confused look towards Astrid. “Er, you are?” he said, his eyes flickering between Snotlout and Astrid, backing away from him. Astrid was clutching her arm, staring at the floor, and Hiccup desperately tried send her a telepathic apology.  

“Yeah, look,” Snotlout said, rolling his shoulders back and forth uncomfortably. “I need to apologise to you.”

Hiccup blinked. “Apologise?”

Snotlout shifted under Hiccup’s gaze. “Look, I’ve given you a lot of shit over the years for a lot of stuff,” he began, “especially about stuff involving relationships. I know that’s caused a few problems for you-” he glanced over at Astrid- “and I know I took it too far. I think it was because there were a few things I haven’t wanted to admit. Mostly stuff about myself, and other people.”

“You’re not making any sense.”

Snotlout sighed, and took a look over his shoulder into the crowd behind him. “Hey, Fishlegs!” he called. “Get over here.”

“Like I said,” Snotlout began again, as Fishlegs bounded over. “There are things I haven’t wanted to admit about myself.”  

Fishlegs reached the group. “Hey,” he said, his gaze on Snotlout. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” Snotlout said, and broke out into a smile. “I’m alright.”

Hiccup watched the exchange, and looked down in astonishment as he saw Fishlegs and Snotlout link their fingers together. His eyes shot back up to his cousin’s face. For a moment, the irritation at being interrupted melted away, and he simply gaped up at Snotlout, mouth dropping open.

“You-” he said, his voice stopping short as he broke out into a smile.

“I’m bisexual,” Snotlout said, running an uncomfortable hand through his hair. “Sorry I let it get to me.”

Hiccup blinked, still smiling madly, completely lost for words. Snotlout frowned and waved a hand in front of his head. “Er, Hiccup? You okay? You’re starting to creep me out.”

Hiccup broke out of his reverie and pulled a shocked Snotlout into a hug.  

“I’m sorry too,” Hiccup said. “I never wanted to make you feel like you couldn’t tell me things.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Snotlout muttered, “get off me.”

He made a disgusted face, but after a few moments, Hiccup felt him hug back. It was an apology, and it was forgiveness, all rolled into one, and most of all, it felt like another hole in his heart had been healed.

It was time to patch the rest of his heart up.

Getting time alone to talk proved much harder than either Hiccup or Astrid had anticipated. Around every corner there was someone that wanted to pull Hiccup aside to talk about the wedding, and congratulate him on such a moving speech, and nod and wink at Astrid until they were both desperate for some private time. Astrid was growing tired about the constant, wink-wink nudge-nudge that everyone seemed to think was appropriate, and just as someone turned on some loud music and everyone gravitated towards the dance floor, she took the moment to slip away. Hiccup, whose back had been turned for mere moments, felt his heart sink as he looked around to find her missing.

It took him a while to find her. In the end, it was one of the guests who pointed towards the beach and said that she’d gone in that direction.

The beach was empty. Almost everyone on the island was at the wedding reception, and though he could still hear the music from the party way off in the distance, the beach was mostly quiet except for the faint lapping of the waves hitting the shore.

Astrid was sitting in the sand, her legs tucked up by her chest, her dress bunched up around them, leaving her knees bare. Hiccup hovered behind and watched her for few moments, before he joined her on the floor.

"Your dress is going to get filthy," he said.

Astrid frowned. The wind lapped at her, and she pushed strands of hair out of face.

“It’s just a bit of sand,” she said.  

Hiccup looked down at his feet, picked up a stone from amongst the sand, and threw it out to sea. “We need to talk,” he said.

“We do,” Astrid said.

And then the two of them fell silent, both of them staring down at their feet.  

Astrid ran her tongue across her bottom lip, and took a breath. “There’s something I need to ask you.”

“Yes,” Hiccup said. “Anything.”

"Back before the reunion," she began, clearing her throat, "why didn't you just ask me to be your date for real? Why did you have to complicate things so much?"

"Because I didn't think," he said. "You were my friend, Astrid, my best friend in the world. That was so important to me, I couldn't even comprehend being anything else."

Astrid kept digging her fingers into the sand. "Right," she said, crisply.

"I didn't think that you had ever thought of me any other way," Hiccup said. "And then when we started this whole thing, I started to realise how I didn't want it to stop. And I freaked out, because I had all these boundaries in my head, about how we were friends, and nothing else, and I didn't want to ruin that. Your friendship meant - means - everything to me. If I screwed it up by doing something you didn't want, that would've been awful." He dug his nails into the sand and began scraping patterns around and around. "I thought if I could just keep the whole relationship stuff for show, and keep us as friends then it wouldn't matter. Only that backfired, obviously."

Astrid gave a small sad, smile down at the sand. "Hiccup, did it never occur to you that I might possibly feel the same way?"

"No," Hiccup said, staring at his fingers. "I wish it had.”  

There was a long awkward silence between the two of them. They just sat together in the sand, not quite touching, while the waves lapped against the shore, in a comforting rhythm, the sea a dark colour under the night sky. Astrid stared for a long time out towards the waves, watching them move back and forth.  Hiccup watched her, carefully.

“I don’t think I’ve ever talked about my leg with you,” Hiccup said.  

Astrid eyes flickered up at him. “You don’t like to talk about it.”

Hiccup nodded. “I don’t like talking about it because it was a stupid way to lose it,” he said, and then took a breath. “It was just a busy road, and I was distracted, and I wasn’t looking where I was going. If I’d just looked, I might still have it.” He stared at the ground. “After that, any shred of confidence I had was gone. I felt like everyone was looking at me funny, all the time, like they pitied me. And after a while, I really hated myself. I didn’t feel good enough for anybody, which is why romantic relationships never really worked out for me. So, when it came to you, somebody I really cared about, I convinced myself that there was no way you’d ever like me back,” he said, and swallowed. “So, I made the decision for you and I shouldn’t have done. I’m sorry.”

Astrid nodded, and stared at the ground for a while.

“My Dad left my Mum at the altar when I was eleven,” she said.

Hiccup blinked. It was not the response he had expected. “I know that.”

“You wouldn’t have wanted to be there,” Astrid said, staring straight into the sand instead of at him, “it was horrible. It was like watching my mother’s heart break in real time, and then she had to pretend that she was perfectly okay, for my sake. And she wasn’t okay. I didn’t really realise what was happening as a child, but now, I remember all of these times when I heard her crying alone in her room. Sometimes she would just stare straight into space. And it was scary, because my mother had always been the strongest person I knew. The idea of her falling apart just wasn’t something I could comprehend: but what was worse was the idea that someone could do that to a person. That someone you loved could hurt you so very much.” Astrid took a breath out, looked up at the sky for a few moments, and then back down at her feet. “I promised myself then, that it wouldn’t happen to me. I wasn’t going to let anyone hurt me like that. Nobody was going to get to me like that.”

Hiccup pressed his lips together and stared at his feet.

“When you asked me to fake it with you, I didn’t think it’d get to me the way it did,” Astrid said, trailing her fingers through the sand. “I protested at first because, really, Hiccup, this was not the simplest solution to your problem—” Hiccup ducked his head and smiled sheepishly— “but deep down, I was kind of happy to spend time with you. I was always happiest when I was with you, especially when you were happy. And the way you looked at me when I agreed to do it was just too much, it was like it was your birthday and I’d just given you the best birthday present you could think of. So, I went along with it.”

Hiccup scratched the back of his head and went on listening.

“You don’t realise how great you are,” Astrid said, a ghost of a smile on her lips. “You don’t realise how smart, and kind, and funny you are. And you were one of the few people who really understood me—” she brushed her fringe out of her face— “which is why it hurt so much when you started pushing me away. And I knew that there was a reason for it that I didn’t understand, and I knew I should have just talked to you about it, but all that fear bubbled up again and I wasn’t going to let myself get hurt,” she said. “And a part of me was really frustrated. You’d built up your parents to be scary monsters, when actually they’re wonderful people.”  

The guilt burned in Hiccup’s throat. “I know.”

“And you’re so lucky in lots of ways,” Astrid said. “You have a family who really love you. You’d never have to worry about money if you asked them. Back at the reunion I was standing in your parent’s home thinking that they must be awful if you were willing to turn your back on them, but they weren’t.”

He hung his head. “I know. I’m sorry. I don’t have the words to tell you how sorry I am.”  

She sighed, and stared at the sea again, watching the waves move back and forth. A minute passed. And then another. And another. Then she smiled at him. “Alright,” she said. “I forgive you.”  

Hiccup blinked. “Just like that?”

“Yeah,” she said. “Hiccup, look, I’m not going to pretend that what you did didn’t suck. Because it did. But I didn’t come back here just to drag you through the mud. I care about you, Hiccup, a hell of a lot, and I don’t want that to change just because of bad communication.” She smiled, a little wider this time, and held out her little finger to him. “Just promise me that from now on, you’ll tell me what you’re thinking.”  

Hiccup curled his pinkie around hers. “Deal.”

“Good,” she said.

Then she hopped to her feet.

"What are you doing?" Hiccup said, staring up at her.

"I'm going in."

"You're what?"

Hiccup didn't get an answer though, because Astrid was already running, full pelt towards the sea, splashing through the waves until she was waist deep in water, her dress soaked. She waved and called over to him.

Hiccup stood up slowly, hovering in the sand, unsure of what to do. Then, with a sigh, he began pulling off his jacket and his tie, running into the water with her.

"It. Is. So. Cold," he mumbled, his teeth chattering as he waded over towards her.

"Coward," she said, her eyes sparkling in the moonlight, lifting up her hands to splash him.

"Hey!" he covered his face with his hands. And then he said it again, his voice a little softer. “If I’m going to promise to tell you everything I’m thinking, I need to put my cards on the table, properly.”

Hiccup's fingers caught hers before she could splash her again. He gently pulled her towards him until the two were facing each other, just a metre away.

"I'm in love with you," he said, his fingers barely brushing hers. "Ever since the reunion, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. It's not just a silly crush - more like I don't know what I'd do if you stopped being in my life. I love you, Astrid, so much that it hurts, and if you’ll let me, I will spend the rest of my life by your side."

There was a long pause. Astrid's breath hitched as they moved closer and closer, until they were mere inches apart, her lips hover just over his. All she'd have to do is move the smallest bit, and they'd be kissing.

Instead, she put two hands on his chest and pushed him into the water.

Hiccup flailed and splashed, before standing up on his feet, his clothes soaked through and his hair sopping. Astrid cackled wildly, doubling over while her shoulders shook.

"You're evil," Hiccup muttered, wiping his hair out of his face. "I thought we were having a moment."

"Sorry," she wheezed, still doubled over, finding it hard to breathe between giggles. "I'm sorry - I just - "

Whatever she was going to say was lost as a new wave of giggles hit her, tears streaming from her eyes.

"You're actually the worst person," Hiccup said, pulling a piece of seaweed out from his hair. "I take it all back. This is what I get. I'm trying to confess my love here, and you're just-"

Whatever he was about to say was interrupted when she took his hand and pull him towards her, letting go so that she could cup his face and kiss him.

She was still giggling while kissing him, her arms wrapping around him. Hiccup's hands slid up her back to pull her closer to him.

"I love you too, Hiccup," she said. "I have for a long time. I just... needed to hear you say it first. I needed to know that you were serious."

“I have-” Hiccup said, in between kisses – “Never been-” Another kiss – “Any more serious-” – one more kiss – “Than I am about you.”

Hiccup pulled back after that, and took in Astrid’s face, her blonde hair dark with the water and bedraggled around her chin, blue eyes sparkling, and a grin stretched from ear to ear. Her arms were wrapped around him and they were so close together that even in the darkness he could make out patterns in her eyes, like they had constellations of their own.

“So, will you be my girlfriend for real, this time?” he said.

Astrid let out a laugh and looked down at feet before looking up at Hiccup again. “What do you think?” she said, giving him a gentle shove.

Hiccup grinned, green eyes bright under the moonlight. “I was just making sure.”

Astrid didn’t reply, she just pulled him in for another kiss.

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[jae-bummer]

All the World’s a Stage

Request: A party with your bias group ends with a game of seven minutes in heaven with bts, you can choose the member but we need more Namjoon

Member: BTS Rapmonster x Y/N

Type: fluff

“This party is dying,” Taehyung muttered beneath his breath as he hurried around the kitchen. “People keep leaving.”

“You act like your surprised,” Jimin chuckled, watching his friend idly. “It started after you busted out your Beginner’s Kit for Magic.”

“The trick with the hamster KILLED,” Taehyung gasped, clutching his chest. 

“Killed the party,” Yoongi muttered, taking a large sip from his red solo cup. “When most of the members of Seventeen leave, you know things are bad.”

“You know there aren’t seventeen of them, right?” Taehyung muttered. “It’s not THAT many people.”

“I have an idea,” Hoseok hummed, nodding from his position by the oven. Jin looked up from his baking and wiped his flour covered hands across his apron. 

“The last time you had an idea, Namjoon ended up in the hospital,” Jin hissed. 

“When is Namjoon not in the hospital?” Hoseok groaned. “Do you want people to stay at the party or not?”

“I resent that,” Namjoon grumbled, chewing on a crisp. 

Hoseok rolled his eyes as he leaned back onto the counter. “Well?”

“What’s your idea Hobi?” you hummed carefully, trying to ignore the several dirty looks that were leveled in your direction. You knew if no one actually asked him, he would begin to pout. 

“Follow me, and you’ll find out,” he grinned with a wink. He launched himself from the counter and hurtled toward the door of the kitchen, grabbing ahold of Namjoon and Jimin’s shirts along the way. 

“Aish, this shirt is expensive,” JImin grumbled. You followed the stumbling trio into the living room. 

“So is my time, so quit whining and pay attention,” Hoseok muttered. You lifted your brows, surprised by his words. Normally Hoseok was the literal definition of sunshine, but when he was savage, he went all the way. 

“Everyone!” he shouted, standing on the ottoman. 

“Not on the furniture,” Namjoon whined, plopping onto the couch. He patted the worn leather beside him to signal for you to sit. 

“Am I included in everyone?” Jungkook sighed, shuffling forward with a pouting Taehyung. Several other partygoers you recognized as idols entered the room as well. You suddenly felt very subconscious, more aware that you were a non-idol than any other time you had hung out with the boys of Bangtan. 

“Every one is included in everyone,” Yoongi grumbled, entering the room behind him. Jin trailed flour as he entered the room and turned down the music pumping through Jungkook’s speaker. 

“Alright folks! The name of the game is spin for seven!” Hoseok chirped, holding  bottle proudly in the air. The crowd of partygoers began to whisper amongst themselves, especially the members of Got7. Hoseok furrowed his brow, noticing a very enthused Jackson Wang in the corner beginning to get loud. “And no, this doesn’t have anything to directly include you, members of Got7.”

Jackson immediately slouched, slithering into the arms of Jinyoung beside him. 

“Now, everyone sits in a big circle, and a designated person, spins the bottle,” Hoseok smiled, hopping from his standing position on the ottoman to begin walking between the guests. “The person who the bottle lands on, well, you get a seven minute spin in the closet of love with the original spinner!” 

A mix of groans and nervous giggles radiated through the room and settled into silence again as Hoseok placed the bottle on the ottoman. He grinned to Jin and winked. “Told you I could make things interesting.” 

“Now!” he continued. “I think it’s only fitting that our leader takes the first spin!”

The crowd cheered as everyone focused on Namjoon. His eyes grew wide as he realized the meaning of the words that had just escaped from Hobi’s lips. 

“Aish, I knew I should have gone to the studio,” he hissed, glancing nervously to you. His cheeks were growing darker by the moment and the feeling of secondhand embaressment filling your chest was almost too much to handle. 

“Spin,” Taehyung nodded, his smile as wide and boxy as ever. He looked carefully to Jimin who nodded shortly at him before they began to chant in unison. “Spin, spin, spin, spin, spin!” 

The group of onlookers quickly caught on, their volume increasing by every utterance of the word “spin.”

“Alright!” Namjoon gasped, rolling his eyes and gripping the bottle Hoseok had placed before him. He grabbed one of the books teetering on the edge of the ottoman and placed it flat against it’s surface. He sat the bottle on top and gave it a quick spin, sending it careening away from the couch. 

“Aigoo! Hyung!” Jungkook gasped, chasing after the bottle. He returned with a large grin before placing it on the book again. “A little less destruction next time, yah?”

Namjoon grumbled to himself as he attempted another spin, this time setting the glass clockwise and rotating atop the book. It felt as if all of the oxygen had been sucked out of the room as you watched the bottle whirl before you. Slowly, but surely the glass finally came to a halt, the neck of the bottle definitely pointing at you. 

You closed your eyes and refrained from groaning as you surveyed the result. You weren’t necessarily upset by the outcome, Namjoon was incredibly attractive and kind to you, and honestly you couldn’t hope to spend seven minutes in heaven with anyone else at this party. You did, however, get mildly upset by the attention, and the fact that around fifteen to twenty people were surveying how uncomfortable you were. 

Knowing that you would be shoved in a closet with that same crowd of people anxiously awaiting the moment you would emerge with tousled hair and swollen lips was also disheartening. If you were going to kiss Namjoon, you wanted it to be private...and special. 

You were ripped from your thoughts as Taehyung wrapped a large hand from around your wrist and yanked. He giggled wildly as he shoved you toward the closet, no matter how hard you fought. “Come on Y/N, it’s just a game!” 

Hoseok pulled Namjoon along before you, shoving him into the closet as soon as Yoongi had opened it. 

“It’s not a game to me,” you hissed, just as Taehyung pushed you toward Namjoon. You landed with a thud into his chest and groaned, both of you lost among the coat racks. 

The closet door swiftly shut behind you and you heard Hoseok laugh maniacally just as the light within was flicked off. 

“Aish,” you groaned, trying to grasp at the wall and stand on your own. Namjoon grumbled to himself as he attempted to do the same, but much less gracefully. You couldn’t see in the darkness you had been forced into, but the mere sound effects of his scramble was enough for you to know. 

“Hey,” he breathed, his voice only centimeters from you ear. You blinked a few times, attempting to get your eyes adjusted to the light, but Namjoon was still too close for you to even recognize specific facial features. 

“Hey,” you whispered, feeling the heat grow on your face and neck. 

“I know you don’t want to be in here with me, but-” he began, but you instantly cut him off. 

“Why would you ever think that?” you gasped, but instantly bit your tongue. You winced and inwardly cursed. 

“I heard you complaining to Taehyung,” Namjoon sighed. “I get it, I’m not the most handsome guy you could’ve ended up in here with.”

“Again, you’re argument is sort of losing me,” you chuckled. “Why would you think that?”

Your eyes had adjusted enough in the blackness to see Namjoon blink, a confused expression coating his face. “Well I mean, I do look in the mirror everyday. And I’m a pretty smart guy, so I just thought-”

“Well maybe if you stopped trying to be so smart, and stopped trying to tell me my own opinion,” you grinned, pushing his shoulder lightly. 

“Oh, um, okay,” he nodded. “What-What’s your opinion then?”

“To be honest?” you sighed. “I think you’re the only person I could bare being in this closet with.”

“Oh,” Namjoon chuckled in quiet surprise. “Really?”

His expression was smug, even when masked by poor lighting. You bit your lip to hide the shining grin attempting to appear on your lips. “Really.”

“So...you wouldn’t, you know, hate the idea of kissing me then?” he said slowly, uncrossing his arms and setting them lightly on your hips. Your breathing hiccuped for a moment, your body not expecting his sudden touch. 

“No, I hate the idea of a group of people anticipating it,” you laughed, allowing yourself to place your own palms to rest on his shoulders. 

“You know, all the world’s a stage. We’re merely players,” Namjoon growled, his movements confident. It was a surprising contrast compared to how nervous he was when you first entered the closet. It seemed all he needed was a push of validation to attempt to make a move. 

“So you’re saying we should kiss, at the very least, for their benefit,” you laughed. 

“YES, DEAR GOD, YES,” you heard Hoseok’s exasperated voice on the opposite side of the door. “You have literally two minutes left and although this is heartwarming and all, it’s not accomplishing anything!” 

You leaned your head back and groaned, setting your sights on Namjoon. He was watching you just as closely through half-lidded eyes. 

“Last scene of all, that ends this strange eventful history,” he whispered, leaning his face toward yours. 

“You don’t have to keep proving to me that you’re smart,” you giggled. “Just kiss me already.”

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Sticking With the Schuylers (18B)

Surprise! There’s actually 3 parts to this chapter now, because after editing and re-configuring I decided to split B into two instead of having it be the mega-huge length it was (I mean, huge compared to the average length.Plus, I like to make you guys hang a little.)

As a side-note, I’m going to NYC for my birthday in less than 50 days (a product of years of saving and 3 jobs on my part) and my hotel is deadass right near the Waldorf Astoria. So I’ll be dying a slow death right in the heart of the setting of this story. 

In this part...well, you’ll see.

1  2  3  4   5   6   7   8   9   10   11   12   I   13  14   15   16   17   18A

Forks clinking clumsily around plates stacked with seafood, meat  that’s been carved right in front of the patrons, and greedy portions of caviar that’s been spooned on just about everything. The guests linger around the high tables set in the middle of the rooftop, eating dainty bites of the decadent array of foods while they gossip.

               There’s a certain table, one that hugs the rooftop and allows a spectacular view of the city down below. The Schuyler sisters have always had this table, no questions asked. Today is no exception; Elizabeth sits closest to the glass fencing, her eyes trained more on the traffic of the city than the bustling of politicians and businessmen round the rooftop.

Angelica is up and moving around the crowd today, standing at a high-top table with some woman in a pencil skirt Eliza has never seen before. She can tell immediately that there’s some sort of deal going on; Angelica is poised, her public smile on as she shakes hands with the woman. They laugh. The oldest Schuyler has always been a charmer in the business world.

Peggy sits across from Eliza, chatting animatedly to her middle sister as she rummages through her bag. Finally, she winks as she unearths a small, keychain-sized bottle of Sriracha.

               “Cover me,” Eliza laughs as her little sister douses her plate of seafood in the vibrant red sauce, her actions hasty as she continues to scan the room. Then she tucks the bottle back in her purse, grinning wildly before tucking into her meal.

               “You’re ridiculous.”

               “I take offense to that. I’m actually a genius, nobody has discovered my brilliance yet.”

               “Okay, sure.” Angelica’s begun to make her way back across the throng but is stopped again, putting her charm back on and leaning against the railing. Elizabeth laughs.

               “Angie’s really starting to get the hang of these things.” She gestures to their older sister. Peggy rolls her eyes, leaning back in her chair.

               “I pray we don’t end up like that.” She stabs a shrimp with her fork in defiance. “The last thing I want is to be one of these old fuddies for the rest of my life.”

               “Margarita, watch your mouth.” The youngest Schuyler shrinks in her seat upon hearing her father’s voice, mumbling an apology through a mouth full of food before casting her gaze guiltily down to her plate. Eliza draws in a breath herself, raising her posture in her chair and giving her father a warm smile before gesturing to the empty seat at their table. He obliges, unbuttoning the single button on his suit coat before sitting next to Peggy, setting his folded hands on the table.

               “Are you enjoying what the chef made you today?” Eliza nods, poking her fork through the beautifully arranged mass of potato, egg, and avocado to prove herself.

               “I’ve already sent my compliments to the chef.”

               “Good.”

               “It’s really wonderful that they’re always so prepared to serve vegetarian when I’m here.”

               “It’s their job, sweetheart. That’s why we choose the Waldorf-they’re always doing their jobs just right around here.”

               The middle Schuyler sister simply smiles, taking another bit of her dish. She wasn’t particularly hungry today, or even in the mood to entertain her father. But she always seemed to put on a good show, because while Peggy was choking over their father’s blunt and entitled manner Eliza was composing herself quite well. They linger in silence for a while, the girls taking longer to eat so that they might use the social faux pas of a full mouth to excuse themselves from further conversation. It isn’t as if they dislike their father; no, he’s a good man-good with business and good in keeping their family together. However Phillip Schuyler had a habit of making his wealth and good status known-a habit that made Eliza especially uncomfortable.

               He stays at the table, clearing his throat a few times before both girls finally look up from their plates of food. Their father’s expression is serious; thin lips drawn into a straight line, eyes earnest and searching. He’s staring back at Eliza. She takes in a long, drawn out breath.

               “So there was an interesting article in People the other day that was brought to my attention.”

               “Oh?”

               “Actually, there were two. Two articles about you within the past two weeks.” She still doesn’t respond, eyes set and teeth skimming her bottom lip in a search of comfort. Peggy looks on, unsure of what to do or say other than continuing on with her meal. That, and beginning a silent search for their oldest sister. She’s sure Angelica would know how to diffuse the situation.

               “I was hoping you’d tell me a little bit more about this mystery man that’s seemed to grab everyone’s attention.”

               Her face flushes immediately and Peggy excuses herself from the table, the need to search for her oldest sister becoming more frantic upon the topic of conversation. Eliza sighs internally upon being abandoned, to have this conversation alone with her father.

               “He’s a really wonderful person, dad.”

               “And I’m sure he is. I was just hoping that after the release of that first article last week that you might have been considering something else.”

               “I’m not sure I know what you mean.” She’s quiet, and suddenly her avocado hash is much more interesting than the conversation at hand. She too begins to scan the room for her sisters, wondering where the hell could have gone off to or who stopped them for conversation. At this point, she’d do anything to escape the inevitable awkward turn this ‘talk’ would have to take.

               “Sweetheart, I mean James. He was one of the good ones-mature, handsome…a politician, even. Did you hear he’s already planning a run for office within the city council?” Her father continues his rambling, speaking with his hands as he does only when he feels great excitement or exuberance about a concept. He chirps out words like wonderful and charming between his name. Her stomach churns, and she pushes the rest of her hash away in fears of throwing it back up. And then her father rises from the table, grinning wildly as he gestures between Eliza and somebody else. And then, she looks up.

               Eliza locks eyes with the stranger.

               The man smiles, a trademark smirk she’s only seen on one other pair of filled-out lips.

               Eliza’s head begins to spin.

               “Darling, this is,”

               “Scott Reynolds. Yes, Elizabeth and I have met before, Phillip. My son continues to speak very highly of you, Elizabeth.”

               Managing to pull a seemingly heartfelt smile from deep within herself is the hardest feat Eliza has ever been forced to complete. But she does it, rising from her chair to shake hands with the man. His hands are cold. His grip is tight. And when she pulls her hand back to herself Scott Reynolds lets his eyes trail up and down her figure. Her head is spinning.

               The men begin to converse in a way that only slightly includes her, mentioning her every so often. The chatter is more about her than with her, thankfully, so for a while she is only resigned to nodding her head and smiling politely. She waits, rather impatiently, for a break in the conversation to excuse herself. But she can barely keep up with what the men are saying; the new acquaintance’s eyes are so familiar to his son’s that even standing next to him has sent shivers up her spine. She excuses herself with a reserved voice and a forced smile, kissing her father on the cheek.

               There must be at least 100 people on this rooftop. She can barely see anything through the throng of businessmen and politicians, wives standing around high tables and young children crowded around the chocolate fountain. There’s so much going on; continual babbling that’s turned to incoherent conversation from the ringing of her ears. Faces come in and out of her vision as she struggles to keep her head above the water, counting methodically from one to nine and back again. Counting like Alexander had taught her the other night.

               She frantically searches for her phone in her cross-body, pulling it out and dialing the number with shaky thumbs. Thankfully, the warm voice greets her after the first ring. She’s still trying to push her way through the throngs of people, excusing herself with a whispered voice and averted eyes. The last thing she wants is to draw more attention to herself.

               “Eliza, are you there?”

               “Y-yes, yes, I’m here. I’m…can you come get me?” She’s finally out of the mass of people, in a corner by the elevators and a leafy potted plant. She leans against the wall, phone pressed hard against her ear as she attempts to focus on her breathing.

               “I’m on my way. You’re at the Waldorf?”

               “Yes.”

               “Are you hurt?”

               “No.”

               “Where are your sisters?”

               “I don’t know.” She’s audibly crying now, breaths coming in light hiccups that tighten her diaphragm. On the other side of the phone she can hear traffic; the usual bustling of the city, just barely audible underneath his panicked voice.

               “Okay, stay where you are. I’m only a few blocks away. Breathe. One..two…three…four…” He counts to nine and back as many times as he can, prodding her with reminders to stay on the phone with him and updates on his location. A horn blares and he curses back, apologizing before promising he’ll be there soon.

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The Right Thing

You’ve always liked being helpful - well, to be more accurate, you’ve always felt obligated to be helpful - and tonight was no exception. It took a while for your plan to fall in place; Mister Espino wasn’t kidding when he mentioned how difficult it was to get in contact with her after you politely asked him for her trolltag. Even sending her a scanned copy of a certain coworker’s schedule to entice her to visit the mansion more often didn’t seem to provide any response. Then you mentioned a free wine tasting festival in the city, in which over one hundred wines were available to taste test.

-- avariciousAmbition [AA] began trolling melodicMimicry [MM] --

AA: <( … Ok. )

AA: <( I guess… ‘Ll go. )

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In hindsight, perhaps over one hundred wines was too big of a number.

You’ve been a bartender for so many of Mister Espino’s parties that you’ve lost count of how many drinks you’ve served to however many guests, but you don’t think you’ve seen anyone as drunk as the troll you offered to accompany. Miss Rissah is somehow still standing, but her arms have been so tightly wrapped around yours as she stumbles around and drags you to the next booth that you’re certain that you’re the only thing currently keeping her up.

“C’mon, ‘Chioooo, y’ g’tta try ‘t least th’s one…!”

A glass is shoved in your face, it’s contents almost spilling out and onto your work uniform. You’ve been very lucky that no red wine has fallen onto your suit, while you know how to get alcohol-related stains out of clothing, it’s still quite a hassle. You hold out a hand (the arm not currently trapped by the redblood’s drunken vice grip) and shake your head to decline, much to her pouting dismay.

“Oh, no, it’s fine. This night is just for you! I just want you to have fun, so you don’t need to worry about me!”

“F’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’ne,” She sighs, downing the offered wine instead. You come to realise that your constant refusals to drink is probably contributing to the reason why she is in this state. So much for your promise to make sure she doesn’t end up dead. But, you fear that if you try to stop her she’ll get upset, which is the complete opposite of what you want to do. She seems to be content right now, if acting a little childish.

These same exchanges continue at every new stall. She takes two glasses, you decline one, she drinks both, the stall owner gives the two of you a dirty look (possibly for being lowbloods, but also possibly because you’re supposed to spit the drink into those specially-made containers instead of actually consuming it), and then you move on. It seems that she’s having the time of her life, smiling and laughing and even getting a little cheeky at times. It’s a side of her that you’ve never seen before, and the kind of reaction you were hoping to get. She’s happy! And having fun! It’s an accomplishment that’s making you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Even if you do keep turning down all the drinks she offers, you do so with a smile, one more genuine than the generic pleasantries you always give. But eventually, you run out of stalls, and Miss Rissah runs out of enthusiasm.

She’s been quiet for a while, and while you had noticed, you admit you weren’t paying as close attention as you should have been. You were more focused on politely thanking every stallholder for letting your partner try their wares and then quickly catching any glasses that fell out of her hands before they hit the ground using your psiionics, which you think that at one point became a bit of a game to her. With all the wines successfully sampled, you ask if she’d like to go home now, and she responds with just a small nod. You take out your phone so you can look up directions for the way back to her hive, but you feel her grip of your arm loosen for the first time in hours.

“Is everything alright, Miss Rissah?” You ask, concerned.

“‘T’s f’ne.” She doesn’t sound fine. She steps away from you, though its more of a sideways lurch.

“Would you like to sit down, maybe? There’s a park bench nearby, if you need to take a breather. Or I could get you some water? You might be feeling dehydrated.” You rattle off a couple more suggestions, but she shakes her head at all of them.

“Are you sure?”

No response.

The trip back to her hive is uncomfortably quiet. Occasionally (and by that you mean, almost every couple of steps) she sways and stumbles, but you’re quick to make sure she stays on her feet. You offer your arm again to help keep her steady, but she just shakes her head once more. As concerned as you are for her right now, you respect her boundaries to not wrap your arm around her waist for support despite her turning down your help. Also, you’d rather not get stabbed. You’ve heard about her tendency to pull out knives without little warning. You make it three quarters of the way to her hive before she finally speaks.

“S-S’rry… I ruin’d t’night…”

You’re taken aback by that response.

“Ruined? Oh no, I don’t think you ruined anything. I’ve been having lots of fun! As long as you’ve been having fun, I’m happy! You have been having fun, right?” You hope she was having fun. It looked like she was having fun.

She ignores your question.

“No, no… Y’ prob’bly j’st… Y’ d’n’t ev’n l’ke dr’nk’n, ‘nd here I ‘m…” Her words are slurring together - well, they usually have a bit of a slur to them, but it’s reaching the point of being unintelligible. She sniffs, wiping her eyes.

“No no Miss Rissah it’s fine!! Really!! Don’t worry, everything’s fine!” oh no she’s crying now you messed up eichio you stupid idiot now mister mitius is going to be really mad “Really! It’s okay!! I just thought that you’ve been feeling down recently, so I wanted to cheer you up!! I should be the one apologising - I’m sorry, Miss Rissah. I really am. I just wanted you to be happy!” You mean what you said, but your words are sounding desperate. You’re really worried, she was happy just a minute ago, why is she suddenly crying? What did you do wrong? You know alcohol tends to have this affect on some people, but still. It’s not right.

She shakes her head, still slurring some apologies together.

“It- It’s okay! I can fix this- Or at least I’ll try! Wh- What can I do to help?” You hold your arms out to offer a hug. “I can help, honestly! Just- Just tell me what to do!” You can’t help but feel like what you’re saying is painfully hollow. This seems to be a common occurrence lately. You used to be good at this! But now, it just seems like you’re just going through the motions or saying the wrong things and not being helpful at all. First it was Mister Mitius, then Miss Zatter…

“No, ‘t’s my fault… Y’ don’t… H’ve t’ do ‘nythin’... ‘T’s just… I shouldn’t ‘ve dr’nk so much ‘nd n’w ‘M cry’n’ ‘nd ruin’n’ th’ngs ‘nd ‘M sorry I shouldn’ ‘ve come t’night…!” It seems like your own frantic energy is rubbing off on her, judging by how quickly she’s speaking. “‘T’s j’st… Y’ c’nt f’x ‘nyth’n’ ‘cuz ‘t’s my fault-” She continues drunkenly blubbering words that you can’t understand. You can’t understand her, and she won’t listen to you.

Your shoulders slump as you suppress a sigh, lowering your arms. You feel hopeless. You guess this is what Mister Mitius meant by there being some things no one can repair. It was silly of you to think you could do more than what he - someone who had known her for a lot longer than you had, and was in an actual relationship with her as opposed to just being some guy who occasionally made her drinks - could do. As much as you want to help… You can’t. You can’t do anything for people who don’t want to be helped - or rather, are unwilling to accept your help.

But still, you need to do something.

You hesitantly reach out to rest your hand on her shoulder. She flinches, but luckily for you doesn’t respond by taking out any knives.

“If you want, you can just let it all out until it passes. I’ll be here if you need me,” You say reassuringly, still a little nervous about how she’ll react. You find yourself feeling very conscious of your words. Do they sound helpful? Is it the right thing? Will she think you’re being fake? Are you sounding hollow? Condescending? What would anyone else do in this scena-

The last thing you had anticipated was for her to suddenly embrace you in a tight hug. Still sobbing (now with the occasional hiccup), still not giving up feedback as to if you had said the right thing or even telling you how she’s feeling (at least in an intelligible manner), and still not smiling like how you had hoped the night would end. But, it’s a start. You at least got a positive response out of her. 

You may have accomplished nothing that you had wanted to do for her, but somehow it still feels like you did the right thing.