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venushasvixens · 4 years

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Leather and Embers and Coffee (Kylo Ren x Reader)

“I have a large cold brew for Leo.”

This morning in the cafe you worked in was very busy for a Monday. It was like the minute you turned your back to make a drink, there was another customer coming in. It was supposed to be you and your coworker Ein, but called to tell you he was going to be about an hour late, which irritated you to the max. Working in the cafe down the street from Starbucks, you were always going to get those customers who try to order a Strawberry Acai with extra fruit, or a S'mores Frappuccino with no whip.

“I’m sorry ma’am, but we don’t carry that drink.” you would say.

And then it was like they went through the 5 stages of grief, all in about 5 seconds. You’ll get the “well I ordered it last time and you all made it,” or the “the coffeehouse down the street makes it, why can’t you?”, or your personally favorite, “Starbucks is better than you anyways.”

You still got a good amount of business, since your coffeehouse was more homey and the prices were lower, so it didn’t really bother you. You could carry a shift by yourself, since you’ve been working here for the past few years and such. It wasn’t that hard or grueling. The only thing bothering you today was Ein calling and that was it.

You just finished helping a customer when a group of men all dressed in suits walked in, a threatening jaunt in their step. In the middle of the group was a man with red hair, a scowl smeared on his face. His face conveyed so much annoyance, it seemed you could hear what was going through his head. You could also tell that he was rich, seeing as his suit looked like it cost more than your rent, which was already overpriced for a studio.

He glanced around the cafe, surveying the people. He took a few more steps in, shooing away his bodyguards. You continued making the drinks when you saw a tall man with wavy, dark hair walking in. This was one of your regulars, who came in around the same time everyday, and ordered the same thing. You smiled at him, giving him a small wave. You could remember his order in the middle of this mess. It was a cafe mocha with extra chocolate syrup, and occasionally, a croissant. A He gave you a small nod, his version of a hello. His corners of his lips twisting into what you think was either a smile or he was just making a face at the crowd surrounding you.

The red head turned to your regular, speaking lowly but closely to him. The regular leaned in, listening to all he had to say. As you shelled out drink after drink, the crowd became smaller. It was then that the redhead sauntered over to the register, tapping his finger on the counter. You wiped your hands on your apron.

“Good morning, how can-” you began. He lifted his hand to ignore you.

“Americano with an extra shot of espresso.” he said, “should be easy for you.”

“And a good name?” you asked.

“Some people should already know my name, but I’ll spare you the embarrassment. It's Hux, H-U-X.” he muttered.

Okay, already hating this. As you tapped his order into the system, he began tapping the counter with his metal debit card, sighing.

“Okay, that is 4.00 dollars.” you said. He tossed the card on the counter, making a clinking sound as it hit the surface. A smirk rose on his face.

“Did you hear that sound?” he asked you.

Biting your tongue, you replied. “What sound, sir?”

“That’s the sound of making real money in the real world. In an actual business.” he said proudly.

You just nodded, swiping his card so you can make his coffee and he can leave.

“You know, I just started working in that building across the street, so this may become my little hangout.” he said. Oh, great.

“Oh, sweet!” you said, plastering a fake smile on your face. “This really is a nice place to sit and relax.”

For some reason, you felt yourself regret your choice of words.

“Ah, yes. Relax, people watch, checking out some nice girls like yourself.” he said quietly. You caught that last part, and wanted to pour your freshly brewed french press on his smug face.

“Alright, here you go. Well, I hope to see you again soon!” you said cheerfully.

As you hand his receipt, his fingertips gently brushing the top of your hand.

“I hope so too, (y/n).” he smirked.

I want to go home I want to go home I want to go home I want to go home I want to-

“Hello.” you heard.

You looked up to see your regular standing in front of you, his arms crossed. He flashed you a small smile.

“How are you? It's been a minute since I saw you.” you said, smiling.

“Since yesterday, nothing much has happened.” he replied.

“Better to have nothing happened to have something happen.” you said.

He shrugged. “Nothing did happen, and he’s standing over there.” he mumbled.

You leaned over the counter, trying not to look too suspicious.

“Are you both working together?” you whispered.

He bent down to whisper, he cologne smelling of burnt leather and cinnamon. The scent was so warm and welcoming, you almost forgot you were in a coffeehouse and not by a fireplace at Christmas.

“Unfortunately, yes. I’ve already decided to find a way to get rid of him.” he whispered.

“Get rid of him? And how do you plan on doing that?” you said quietly, your hand cupping the side of your mouth.

“Make it look like an accident and hide him far, far away. No one will miss him, except the cat.” He smirked.

You nervously laughed. “Should I be concerned?”

His smirk quickly faded. “Oh, no no no. I was joking, I promise.”

“You had me in the first half, not going to lie.” you chuckled.

“Me? Nah, I could never.” he replied.

“Unless?” you grinned.

“Yes, (y/n), unless.” he smiled.

You haven’t seemed to notice Hux striding to the counter.

“What seems to be the hold up?” he muttered, “we have places to be, get on it.”

Taken aback by his sudden appearance and new found anger for you, you felt your cheeks get red in what you think was anger or embarrassment.

“I-i’m sorry-” you began, but was cut off.

“She’s still helping me, thank you. And she’ll get on it when she’s done helping me.” Ren said, a small clench in his jaw becoming more noticeable. There was a small silence, then Hux let off a sigh.

“In that case, Ren, I’ll order for you. Another Americano, same as mine. Just so you don’t waste anymore of my time.” he ordered. With a snap of his fingers, you nervously wrote Ren’s name on his cup.

“And this one is on me. Take this as a first day gift from yours truly.” Hux smiled, throwing his card like he did before. As you ran his card again, he checked his Apple watch, shaking his head.

“Will you look at that, Ren?” he held up his watch right in Ren’s face, “they need me back. Do me a favor and grab my coffee?”

Hux walked out, swinging the door open. You turned back to Ren, who was looking very upset. You couldn’t tell if it was embarrassment, anger, or annoyance. Maybe it was all three at once.

“I’ll be okay. Just thinking of that good hiding spot.” he said.

“So am I, just let me know when you do it so we can celebrate.” you chuckle. He walked to the pickup spot, his arms crossed. As you started Hux’s drink, you decided to do something special. You secretly placed a croissant in the microwave, glancing up to see if he was watching. You didn’t mind the way Ren looked at you. There was nothing malice or creepy, above all it was more awe and watching you work. Instead of making another Americano, you began to steam some milk and pulled out the chocolate syrup.

You placed Hux’s and Ren’s drink in a small holder, as well as a bag.

“Here a gift from us for being a loyal customer.” you smiled. He looked in the bag, seeing his croissant.

“Oh god, thank you. This means a lot, (y/n)” He beamed, placing 15 dollars in the tip jar.

“Anytime.” As he started to walk off, you waved your hand. “Oh, wait!”

“Yes?” he said, turning around to look at you.

“Can you tell me how your Americano tastes? Just to be sure it's alright.” you said.

“Oh course, I never had it before, so-” As he tasted it, he put his head down, but you could see he was blushing.

“Soo, what do you think?” you asked.

“It's the best thing I ever tasted.” he said, taking another sip.

With you, you didn’t hide blushing at all. “Thank you so much. Tell me how it goes.” you said, referencing his little problem.

“Oh trust me, I will.” he smiled, waving bye.

You waved back, watching him leave. As soon as he walked out, you let yourself think of what happened. You kept replaying your conversation over and over. You did this every time you both would talk. It was a nice pastime to ease the boredom. But what kept popping up in your head was his smile. He didn’t smile much, just a little chuckle and maybe a slight upturn of the corners of his lips sometimes. So maybe you did something really good today.

You heard the clicks of Ein’s footsteps rushing behind you.

“I was a goner for a second out there. Has the rush started yet?” he asked as he put his apron on, his face flushed.

“You just missed it, sweets. It wasn’t all that bad.” you smiled, handing him a small cup of coffee.

“Thank you, I need this.” he took the cup and gulped the entire thing. He squinted his eyes at you suspiciously. “You have that look in your eye, the one that kinda scares me. What happened?”

You told him about your recent encounter with your favorite regular, as well as your new hatred for his coworker.

“You’re such a sweetheart, (y/n). I’m telling ya, he really has a thing for you. One day he’s going to come in here, get on one knee and ask you to marry him. No dating, nothing, just straight to the wedding.” he said.

“He does have the money to pay for it on the spot, sooo..” you and Ein laughed. After your giggle fest, you began to clean the counter from the rush. You were cleaning around the register when you spotted it. A small, metal card, with the name Armitage Hux inscribed on the front. Oh no.

AUTHOR NOTE: Yes I wrote a coffeeshop au. Did I enjoy making it though? Absolutely. You can find more of me on Wattpad underneath the same name. I’ll be going back and forth, but Wattpad is just so much easier to manage. Please stay safe out there, mwah!!

#kylo ren #kylo ren x y/n #kylo ren x reader #ben solo #armitage hux #luke skywalker #rey #poe dameron #finn #general leia #han solo #chewbacca #lukeskywalker #the force awakens #last jedi #rise of skywalker

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katsukis-sad-angel · 4 years

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Bound

Pairing: Sub!Jin Bubaigawara x Dom!Reader

Word Count: 2.1K

Summary: You come home from a bad day at work and Jin agrees to sub

Warnings: Smut (with plot), cursing, dominant reader, oral (female receiving and giving), a bit of bondage

NOTICE: ALL WORDS IN ITALICS DO NOT BELONG TO ME!!! @cuter-than-a-corgi-butt-deactiv WROTE THEM FIRST, I’M JUST USING IT FOR THIS FANFICTION!

NSFW under the cut!!

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“B-Babe! Please, I can’t-”

“Shh, I’ve got you Jin. Just cum one more time for me? I know you want to…”

You bounced on top of the blonde, nails dragging down his ab-covered torso, leaving red welts blooming on his pale skin, “You look so handsome when I mark you up like this~ ”

Jin whimpered, feeling his balls becoming tight again “I-I’m gonna cum again! Please let me come inside of you?

You stopped bouncing on his cock, raising an eyebrow.

"Please what?”

“Please, Mistress! I need to cum inside you!”

You tapped your chin, grinding down on him to make him whimper.

“Hmmm, should I allow you to do that? Cum deep inside of my pussy?”

Tears escaped his eyes, his hands jerking against his bindings.

“N-no. I don’t deserve to cum in you, mistress…”

You smiled indulgently, patting his flushed cheek, “Awww, yes you do. After all, you’re such a good boy~”

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Now, you might be wondering, how the existential mother fucking frack did Jin Bubaigawara get into this situation?

Well, let me tell you.

That morning, the furnace system in your apartment building broke down, leaving you and your boyfriend huddling together for warmth at 3 in the morning.

Your boss was a grade-A, farmer approved ass cheek and you knew if you missed a single day of work you would be fired. So, at around 4:30, you dragged yourself from the warm embrace of your boyfriend and into the freezing bathroom.

Jin begged you to stay, attaching himself to your shivering body while you brushed your teeth and got ready for long hours at your cafe barista job.

You hated saying no to him, especially when you could’ve spent the whole day in bed with him, cuddling under about 23 blankets eating everything you could find and watching cheesy rom-coms, but instead, you kissed him on the cheek, tucked him in, and left.

Work was as bad as usual; coworkers hitting on you and touching your ass, annoying blonde girls and their annoyingly long, painful orders, women named Karen with 3 noisy kids and a need to speak to the manager, getting stared at by old people for having earrings, the same Christmas songs over and over and over again, the newbie that still didn’t know how to use the cash register, the teenage boys that came in every afternoon to harass you, the policeman who didn’t shy from reminding you of your nicely shaped tits, the woman who didn’t know how to use her visa, the woman with the checkbook, the man who didn’t like the price of his coffee, the people that asked for cups of ice, the women that asked for hot water, the people that said ‘frappe’ instead of frappucino (this is a fucking Starbucks ma’am, not McDonald’s), the indecisive group, the girl that couldn’t count money correctly, the 9-year-old with a change purse, the nerds that badgered you with innapropriate pick-up lines, and finally, the woman that couldn’t find her wallet.

It was in there somewhere, she knew it, it had to be in there, oh gee, where could it be?

After dumping the entire contents of her purse on the tiny counter space, she found it and dumped the used tissues, tubes of lipgloss, empty packs of gum, wrappers, crumbs, crumpled receipts, a tampon or three, and her flip phone back in her purse with a big smile.

6 long hours later, you were done.

You stood in the break room, untying your green apron when one of the jerks you worked with that kept asking you for ‘your digits’ came up to you and smiled.

“Y/n! My beautiful coworker! Will you go out with me?” He asked, kneeling down in front of you, arms outstretched.

“What was that? I don’t speak dork.” You snarled, “For the billionth time, I have a boyfriend! Leave me alone!”

“Y/n, my sweet, sweet sugarplum! Don’t be so nasty! I love-”

“Hey, sugar tits~” A deep voice drawled.

You turned to see a taller jerk, leaning in the doorway, his black hair framing his perfect smug features.

“What now?” You asked, exasperated.

“Don’t be like that baby girl!” He smiled, his intoxicating cologne invading your coffee-tainted nostrils as he came closer.

You felt nauseous.

“Was this dork speaking to you?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I hope your IQ didn’t drop too much.”

“Fuck off.”

“Y/N! LANGUAGE!”

Your boss burst through the door.

“You’re not the boss of me!” You glared, crossing your arms.

He rolled his eyes.

“That brand of language is not supposed to be used in this environment!” Boss huffed, “Control yourself!”

That’s it.

You were sick of this shit.

“Why doesn’t your fat ass control your fucking employees?” You snapped, “I come here every day only to be badgered by these idiots every 30 seconds!”

You turned to the shorter jerk.

“You!” You shoved a finger in his face, “You’re a spazzy, beetle-headed doofus with the IQ of a mule hoof!”

Author’s Note in the middle of the story - if anyone knows what that last line is from, I love you

“You!” You turned to the taller jerk, “You’re a horny, retarded, ugly bastard who can’t keep his hands to himself for more than 2 seconds! No wonder you’re single!”

Finally, you turned to your seething boss.

“You! Oh, you.” You laughed hysterically pushing stray hair out of your eyes, “You are the fattest, dumbest, most disgusting of them all! Lazy, stupid, cheap-skate, asshole! I quit!”

You tore off your apron, wiped your wet and muddy boots on it and left the building, slamming the door behind you with all your might.

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You entered your apartment, finding Jin on the couch, bundled up in layer upon layer of blankets and a mug of hot chocolate in his hands.

“Y/n!” He cheered, a happy smile lighting up his features, “There’s more on the stove. Come sit with me!”

You sighed, shed your coat and purse, got a cup of cocoa, and snuggled into your boyfriend’s chest.

You sighed.

“Bad day princess?”

“I quit my job.”

“Fun.”

“Yeah.”

You were quiet for the next few minutes, sipping your cocoa and letting Jin’s warmth envelop your shivering frame.

You chugged the last few sips and set your cup aside.

“Jin, can we have sex… like… right now?”

You didn’t have to ask twice.

Seconds later, you were pinned to the couch and Jin was attacking your lips ferociously, biting and nipping and wrestling your tongue for dominance.

You groaned loudly and grabbed the growing bulge in his sweatpants.

“You… you were dom last time,” You panted, squeezing just enough to make him whine, “My turn.”

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Moments later, you were on the bed, sitting on his clothed cock, sucking his nipples and grinding.

“Y-Y/n… I-”

“Ssssh, no talking.” You hushed, nipping savagely at one of his perked buds.

Jin hissed and bucked his hips, rutting his throbbing length against your naked pussy.

You juices soaked through the fabric, lubricating his throbbing length.

You ground harder, making him gasp and writhe under your expert touches.

“Princess, I-”

“What did I say about talking?” You asked, peeling off your shirt.

“N-Not to…”

“That’s right! Such a good boy!” You patted his cheek, “Now beg.”

“P-Please y/n, I-”

“What’s my name?”

“Mistress! I’m sorry!”

“Tell me how bad you want me to sit on your face.”

“I want it! I wanna eat out your pretty pussy forever, I won’t let a drop go to waste!”

Satisfied with his pleas, you turned around and sank your dripping pussy over his mouth.

“Th-Thank you! Thank you mistre- oomf!”

You ground down on his face while he held your hips in a vice-like grip pressing his tongue everywhere he could and sucking your sweet nectar like it was his last meal. His teeth scraped your clit, making you scream and came on his face.

As he'd promised, he didn't let a single drop of your essence escape.

Jin nearly suffocated, but you shakily sank down on his girth before he went purple from pleasure and lack of oxygen.

After he was completely sheathed inside of you, you bounced at a slow, excruciating pace, attempting to carve out every inch of pleasure available.

You continued to tease and grind on him until he began begging you to go faster.

"Princess... haa~ faster!" He pleaded, attempting to grip your bouncing hips.

"No Jin, keep your hands to yourself." You commanded, swatting his trembling digits away.

He was panting and moaning, jumbled sentences of praise and pleasure spilling from his puffy lips as you continued your ministrations.

Sweat trickled down his forehead, making his short blonde curls stick to it.

He looked spent.

"How does it feel Jin?" You asked, lifting your hips so only his tip was clenched in your dripping folds.

He whined and looked at you as you wiggled your hips while seductively smirking at him.

"G-Good... s-so good mistress th-thank you." He whimpered, trying not to buck his hips.

"So polite, I think you deserve a reward, don't you?" You smiled, rolling one of his flushed nipples and sinking a little on his painfully hard dick.

"It's up t-to you... holy... holy shit~"

You got off of him, ripping a whine of displeasure from his throat, but you immediately bent down and sucked him off.

He came undone, spilling his thick seed down your throat.

"You taste so good Jin," You simpered, settling your cunt on top of his limp dick and rutting it slowly.

“Mistress, I need your pussy so baaad!” He whimpered, eyes welling up.

“What do you say?”

“Please!”

“Please what?”

“Please sit on my cock and ride me, mistress!” He cried, straining at his bindings.

“Good boys get rewarded. Are you a good boy Jin?” You taunted, massaging his balls.

“Yes, yes! I’m your good boy!”

“And what do good boys get?”

“Pussy!”

“That’s right.”

You positioned your dripping heat over his throbbing length and made it disappear, your velvety walls clenching around his fat length as you went.

You moaned quietly, clutching his hips tightly and bruising his pale skin.

“Fuck… fuck… FUCK!” He cursed as you began a steady rhythm.

You moaned, grinding on his length before rocking your hips up and down against his, hitting your g-spot every time.

“B-Babe! Please, I can’t-”

“Shh, I’ve got you Jin. Just cum one more time for me? I know you want to…” You moaned, smiling at him lewdly.

You bounced on top of the blonde, nails dragging down his ab-covered torso, leaving red welts blooming on his pale skin, “You look so handsome when I mark you up like this~ ”

Jin whimpered, feeling his balls becoming tight for the fourth time that night. “I-I’m gonna cum again! Please let me come inside of you!”

Much to his displeasure, you stopped bouncing on his cock raised an eyebrow.

"Please what?”

“Please, Mistress! I need to cum inside you!”

You tapped your chin, grinding down on him to make him whimper.

“Hmmm, should I let you do that? Let you cum deep inside of my pussy?”

Tears escaped his eyes, his hands jerking against his bindings.

“N-no. I don’t deserve to cum in you, mistress…”

You smiled indulgently, patting his flushed cheek, “Awww, yes you do. After all, you’re such a good boy~”

With that final goading comment, Jin bucked up as you came down, hitting your spot while his ropes of hot cum painted your insides white.

You lifted yourself off of his girth and sat on his face again saying, “Clean up your mess!”

He obliged, sucking, biting, and pleasing your cunt until you came down on his face.

You lifted yourself off, but he immediately began whining for you to come back and untie him because he was cold.

You came back and toweled him off, untying his wrists and kissing the red marks etched into his skin.

Kissing his forehead sweetly, you help him get dressed in new sweatpants and snuggle into bed with him.

“I love you princess.” He sighed happily as you pressed kisses to his shoulders.

“I love you too, but you know Jin? You moan like a slutty girl.”

“I do?”

“Sorta.”

“Well... you do too when I dom.”

“That’s because I am a girl.”

“Right.”

“Go to sleep Jin.”

“‘Nighty night baby.”

“Love you Jin.”

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NOT MY ART!! DON’T LIE TO MEH I KNOW YALL’s EYES WENT STRAIGHT TO JIN’S DI*K

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unimpressedperson · 5 years

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ishin-denshin

(I found that picture in @seoulicons . Thank you for posting that)

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Warnings: I mentioned Expensive Girl and sex, so yeah, nothing here is pure. Also, there are mentions of self-harm, so please, if it’s triggering tell me and I’ll change it :) Your mental health should always come first :)

Pairing: Min Yoongi x @emerson-moonchild, Min Yoongi x Reader

Word Counting: 6.2k

Synopsis: Min Yoongi and Emerson had a profound connection, so deep and supernatural that not even themselves understood it. However, nothing is pure bliss and flowers, when everything seems wrong and the connecting fades with time, then their love shall be proven with no otherwise.

A/N: Hey Em!! It’s finally here! I finished your oneshot + poem. Yes!! I mentioned The Chaos Club and paired them with BTS, but tried not to focus on them. Even though it finished with over SIX THOUSAND WORDS, I had to stop myself and not include random and unnecessary stuff, like interactions between characters without the starring roles presence (Yoongi and Emerson). Oh, before I continue, I changed the band’s name, it’s shitty, but I even wrote one verse of ‘Clarividencia’ (the BTL song mentioned). Hope it’s good! You deserve the best Em, or should I begin calling you ‘cutie pie’? Lol Sorry for my bad grammar and hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing :)

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Min Yoongi took a long sip on his coffee, dark and, ironically, sugar-free. He enjoyed small ironies and always drank from them, maybe it worked as fuel to his personality. Despite from the cute face and artistic name, Yoongi enjoyed how people were amazed about the personality flashed: rebel, serious, sarcastic, a human with a stone cold heart pumping blood and rage to his organs.

Well, that's how outsiders saw him, reality was insanely different. Emerson knew it, she dig down so deep in Yoongi's emotions, finding a butter heart with so much love stored. Whilst drinking tea from a ridiculously adorned cup, she analyzed his soft expressions and occasional wrinkling nose whenever the bitterness hit his taste buds.

– Tea is just leaf juice, you know, right? - Yoongi asked, not glaring straight at Emerson.

– So what? It's delicious. - Emerson answered, taking a long and loud sip from the salmon and cream coloured cup, raising her pinky. - Coffee is just juice from beans. Water is juice from ice cubes.

– You are so british sometimes. - The man said and turned to look at Emerson, grinning slightly at her cuteness and rosy cheeks.

– Well, my identity backs you up on that. I'm british, living in London, drinking tea in a british coffee shop, listening to british news on television, presented by a british journalist, graduated in a british university, working for a british television broadcast channel. You are the foreigner here, love. - She said serious, but smiling, fingers stuck around the cup, steam warming her face.

– I know. Everything is so british. Even our songs are getting british. - Yoongi said and finished his cup of coffee with a short sip. - Yesterday Taehyung sang with british accent, even the verses in korean. We were surprised and Namjoon almost collapsed cuz one of the words sounded like 'yadong', which is porn in korean.

– I'm surprised one of your songs never mentioned 'yadong', since it's a rock band with pretty explicit musics. - She giggled remembering the first time Yoongi allowed her to listen 'Expensive Girl', their first song that exploded in SoundCloud, and as soon as Bangtan Lads made a career outside Korea, the track was deleted, only officially existing in personal files from every member.

– Don't you throw 'Expensive Girl' at me, it was Jin and Namjoon's idea to release it. - Yoongi said and raised one of his eyebrows slightly.

They were sitting on a table close to the window, sun shining bright outside, breaking through the typical whitish smoke accumulated all over London's atmosphere. The cafè was one of those overrated places, charging abusive prices for a cup of plain coffee, walls painted in a very dirty shade of cream, matching the fancy cups (the owner would never admit it, but Emerson knew they were bought in Walmart, part of a special edition paying homage to Duke William and Duchess Kate wedding), wooden floor well polished, and secondhand machines.

– Why do we insist in coming here anyways? There is nothing special or marvelously tasty, and the prices are salty, even for my rich ass. - Yoongi said, listening the annoying creek sound from the old, and possibly thriftshopped, brown chair.

– Because it's small, quiet and mainly because your fans won't flash boobs outside the window, since they would never imagine rockstar Min Yoongi having a coffee with his girlfriend in a place like that. - Emerson said, staring the street along with Yoongi.

– Yeah, that day we went to Starbucks was insane. Who would imagine someone is actually willing to lift the blouse and get arrested in exchange of an autograph? - Yoongi said and chuckled.

– That day was intense and weird. Her boobs were beautiful, though. Round and symmetrical. Your face tattooed on the nipples also looked good. - Emerson said and smirked in a dorky way, leading Yoongi to chuckle even louder. - Who would ever guess that your nose has the exact shape of a nipple? The fan was a genius, we got to admit.

Yoongi left all the weight from his upper body heavy on the chair back, staring at the ceiling and inhaling deeply, exhaling and repeating. He swallowed a puddle of spit pooling on his tongue and looked back at Emerson, finishing her tea with a short sip and folding back the napkin.

– Fame is so good sometimes. Don't take me wrong, I love making music, being rich and travelling around the globe, but the occasional harassment bothers a lot. - Yoongi said tapping his fingers on the table.

Emerson reached his arm and caressed lightly the skin covered with a sweatshirt. Yoongi inclined to the side, laying his head on table, feeling his girlfriend's fingers petting his black hair. Sometimes words weren't required, silence had a lot to say, loud, actions could hold even more significance.

– I love you, cutie pie. - Yoongi mumbled, cheeks squeezed against the wood, but words still bright and clear.

– I love you too, Yoongles. - Emerson replied, still feeling his smooth wires against her skin. Soft touches coming from both sides.

Whoever saw Min Yoongi up spitting on a microphone, saying raw words about political struggles, sex, mental health, life and a few songs based on stories, possibly thought of him as a rough person. No one would ever imagine his soft side, everyone always glanced over and focused on Suga, not Yoongi. The opposition between personality shown and stage name enchanted and intrigued.

Yoongi only allowed a few people to witness his actual personality.

Opening up and letting someone unknown in his personal space, oh it always represented a problem to Yoongi. A lonely soul that hardly had friends, only close to a few people. Bangtan Lads represented friendship and family.

Namjoon, Hoseok, Jungkook, Seokjin, Jimin and Taehyung flew from Korea to England with him after achieving worldwide success, for the sake of their fame moving to a place rather connected to alternative rock sounded as a clever change. Seven korean boys, carrying a bag with worn-out clothes, instruments and golden discs. Simplicity and luxe. Millions of fans, artists and new faces, yet Yoongi only felt truly comfortable around his bandmates.

After a few months living in England, conceding daily interviews and working like horses in new musics, Yoongi decided to try and join a dating app. Hoseok met a few women through Tinder, but happily found Taylor, friends with benefits at first, but a few months later his girlfriend. Witnessing one of the lads glad in a relationship inspired Yoongi, he even paid for Tinder Gold, regretting immensely after two dates and realizing sex could be good, but lacked connections. He needed to connect with that person, deeply to a point where her heartbeat felt like music.

Lonely and slowly giving up, Yoongi felt his heart flutter when Emerson appeared like a butterfly on his eventful yet boring life. Emerson emerged from a calm life working as music critic for Rolling Stones, to the love of Yoongi’s life and his main inspiration.

Everything began when Emerson went to work and received the task of interviewing a korean band. Apparently someone was sick and everyone else had more important stuff to do. She accepted and decided to use the original agenda, adding a few questions and studying every member.

Those who believe would say it was love at first sight, a connection between souls. Not even a word flew across the room, but Yoongi felt butterflies on his stomach and heart beating faster. For a single moment, he even considered the idea of end having a heart attack, because in years no one ever made him feel like that. Emerson lost words and suddenly, there were only Emerson and Yoongi in a room, not the whole Bangtan Lads.

That same day they had dinner together. Chatted, danced and traded cellphone numbers. Instead of going back to his place, Emerson took him to her home and they watched a movie.

For the first time in a almost a whole year living in England, Min Yoongi felt a connection.

- x - x - x -

– I swear that Zeus’s nutsack is the best position ever. - Namjoon said and threw the notebook in Jungkook’s direction, watching him grab it and read all lyrics written down.

– And why should we sing about that? - Seokjin asked raising one eyebrow, expression deadly serious, grabbing his can of Coca-Cola and sipping from the white straw. - I love doggy style, but would never write a whole goddamn song about it.

– I agree with Jin, the world doesn’t need to know what you and Bárbara are up to. I never wanted to know. - Taehyung said and nodded in Jin’s direction, whilst curling a lock of brown hair on his fingertip. - Honestly, I think you need vacations, your ideas are getting cornier, hornier and grossier.

– Let the man live, you guys! - Hoseok said and took the notebook off Jungkook’s hand, being punched in return. - I don’t even know how the fuck is Zeus’s Nutsack, but if our smartpants wants to write about his experience, allow him to do so. - He gazed down at the lyrics on his hands and chuckled. - Sorry Joon, but this time I’m with Tae and Jin, I won’t sing it.

– Please guys! We are an alternative rock band who has three songs about sex, we need something to bring sexy back during the concerts or fans will feel bored. It’s been two tours since Jimin showed his abs during ‘Clarividencia’ for the last time. People are commenting on Twitter. - Namjoon said and pouted.

– Let’s vote. It’s a democracy, isn’t it? - Yoongi asked, emerging from his big and fluff chair and bending down, his upper body supported by the elbows firmly planted on his skinny thighs. - I vote to burn that shit and never mention it again.

Everyone in the studio laughed, except for Namjoon, he shrunk on his spot and turned the page, sketching and randomly drawing circles, looking for inspiration in something other than intercourse. Yoongi watched everyone leave the studio and sat beside him.

– Remember when we first recorded a full-length album and korean managers wanted us to become a pop? They saw potential in every single one of us, but wanted a profitable artist. - Yoongi laid his head on Namjoon's shoulder. - Thankfully we took our content and moved to an indie recording studio. Can you possibly imagine us as Bangtan Sonyeondan? BTS not BTL? We discussed the idea, and the first sketch of success wasn't the right one. Maybe that song is like BTS, a bit more of thought and time may turn it into BTL.

– Are you saying that I should focus less on the movements itself? The song is pretty explicit, so should I use better metaphors? - Namjoon asked, still not looking at Yoongi, but the older man saw a sparkle run through his eyes, like a lightbulb shining with new ideas flowing through his synapses.

– We can work on it later, right now I want to prepare a surprise to Emerson. Can you believe we've been together for 5 years already?

– Yeah, half a decade. - Namjoon said, sighing deeply. - What do you have in mind?

– I'm gonna propose. - Yoongi smiled, a gummy grin with feelings running off the edge. - I've been planning it for two years now. When we completed our third anniversary, Emerson wrote a post on her personal Tumblr about our relationship, mentioning a few situations and funny moments from day to day. That same day I wanted to make a song, but it's easy, within hours I could finish a masterpiece and the effort would be almost none, so I decided to step up my game a little and began writing a book. Poems about her, our partnership, my feelings, everything.

– It's really thoughtful of you, Yoongs. - Namjoon wrote a few random lines on his notebook and turned to look at his friend. - And some folks still dare to claim you are not a romantic guy.

In fact, not even Yoongi saw himself as someone surfing on romance, usually writing about politics and books. Focusing in feelings and matters related to relationship never appealed. He became responsible for most tracks talking about issues of immigrating from Korea to England, emphasizing that fame changed how they saw him, but xenephobia still existed. Bangtan Lads received a Grammy Nomination for ‘Golden Borders’, a whole album shoving in people’s ears how shittily they treated immigrants, but still wished from heart to live in USA.

Using ‘Golden Borders’ as the soundtrack, Emerson made researches and released a documentary about immigrants, showing the ridiculous racism and highlighting double-standards in how right-wing parties treated foreigners victims of war and those just running from economic crisis, but still wealthy. She also reported how politicians like Donald Trump vertiginously changed the meaning of “immigrants”, not differing someone legal from the illegals.

Yoongi was possibly the proudest boyfriend ever accompaining his significant other during the premiere of ‘Invisible: The Truth on Immigrating’. Emerson invited a few famous people who immigrated from their home-countries, along with “common” folks.

Maybe he wasn’t the most romantic boyfriend ever, but still knew how to encourage Emerson. During their relationship, Yoongi convinced her of writing two books, one script for a movie, produce two documentaries and demand her own column on Rolling Stones site. Whilst she inspired and gave ideas to two albums which earned them four Grammy Awards, abetted him into trying something solo, and produce for different artists aside from BTL.

Even though both of them worked massively with media, Emerson and Yoongi never thought about conceding interviews as a couple. Daily invitations for appearances in shows together popped up on their e-mails, but without discussing it they already knew the answer: No.

When asked the reason, Emerson and Yoongi agreed to keep their personal life, well, private. They already shared a few cute moments on Instagram and Tumblr. Why would someone want to dig more into the relationship? Snooping isn't good.

- x - x - x -

– In conclusion. Communism wasn't planned for over populated countries, or planets. - Jade said and chopped in two the turkey sandwich she was holding, taking a bite from one half of it.

Emerson shrugged her shoulders and nodded, agreeing with Jade. Accompanied by Shmailah and Zariah, they were waiting for the reunion with some other journalists from Rolling Stones. The weekly meeting for coming up with ideas to articles, reportages and new ideas for photoshoots to use in scheduled interviews, was about to happen, but only a few professionals were already there.

Usually, the boss bought some goodies to complement and cheer every meeting, but that day in question had food and sandwiches provided by a new diner across the street. They were lolling on burgers, sandwiches and chips, also milkshakes and cherry fizzy drinks.

– My article about nigerian culinary is going smooth. - Zariah said and took a sip from the vanilla milkshake in front of her. - That restaurant I contacted to ask for primary informations, the old lady sent me fried yams. I’m totally sending her a Christmas card and gift, and candy canes for her grandchildren.

– Great! It's so nice when someone values our work and spoils us with small, yet adorable gifts. - Emerson said and dipped one chip in the ketchup sauce. She was sitting curled up, knees touching her chest, not very excited. - By the way, mine about Bollywood is almost done, but I need some new informations. Can you help me, Shims?

– It's not right to assume I know a lot about Bollywood, only based on my bangladeshi heritage… But yes I’m a fucking Bollywood nerd and would love to help. - Shmailah grinned perversely, caressing Emerson's cheek with love, noticing that she seemed a little down lately. - What's up, Em? You don't seem very happy, not even surrounded by your best friends and a whole lot of free junk food.

The parallel conversation between Zariah and Jade quit, suddenly all three pairs of eyes were gazing at Emerson, who felt her cheeks getting warmer. She took another chip and started talking, whilst shaking the potato around, like a wand, before taking a bite and continuing.

– I don't think Yoongi loves me anymore. - She sniffed, swallowing the growing knot in her throat with chips. - We've been together for five years now, but in the last few months he's been a little distant. I know, I know, Yoongi sometimes loses himself inside his own brain, but not distant like that. Far, you know? We used to be so connected, now that connection seems a little faded.

– Oh Emerson. I don't see that happening, ever. - Jade said, bending over the table to grab her fries-less hand. - Yoongi seems so passionate about you. Whenever we go out in group, he only has eyes for you. Like, when Yoongi notices you barely had the opportunity to speak, he always tries to bring you into the conversation. Jimin already witnessed your boyfriend getting distracted and spend several minutes staring at his lockscreen, which is you.

– Totally agree with Jade. Not even dead Yoongi would stop loving you, he would probably find his way back into our spiritual plan only to make sure you are aware of his love. - Shmailah said, watching a shy tear run down Emerson's rosy cheek

– It's so complicated. In the past two months he spent days without showing up at our place, and not caring to tell where he is. Whenever he is around though, the office's chair receives most attention, since Yoongi locks himself there and if I try to get in, he scouts me outside saying it's something related to work. - Emerson tried to swallow the knot again, but now not even milkshake worked, and she sobbed. - Why couldn't I see if it is about work? When he was recording and producing his solo mixtape, I slept on the studio's couch for four days straight, trying to support him. I'd never do anything to ruin whatever he has been working on. We had coffee today at a cafè, but the experience felt so shallow. Small, verging insignificant, talk.

– I’m so sorry to hear that, baby. What if he’s been working in something for you? Like a gift and doesn’t want you to see and spoil the surprise? - Jade asked, raising one eyebrow. - You shouldn’t conclude always the worse, sometimes it is just something you can’t put immediately put together. Consider it and give time to time.

The conversation silenced in the moment everyone else invited to the meeting showed up. Seven other journalists gathered, including the boss, whose appeared holding another tray full of cookies and cupcakes.

– For what it seems like, that diner also has bakery goodies. - Jackie, also know as The Boss, said pushing the tray up on table. - I love so fucking much my job. Whoever don’t can totally stand up and leave, more cupcakes and chips for me, há!

- x - x - x -

Emerson had no time to think about her situation with Yoongi during the afternoon. Work consumed every disposable piece of brain cell, fulfulling a whole week of articles for her column and completing one reportage about self-made millionaires.

However, after leaving the building and heading home, the empty apartment made her shatter out and cry, sobbing and feeling a sudden urge to destroy something. Not only a random object like a glass cup, but something stiffier and harder to fix, like herself. In years working, dating Yoongi and being friends with so many great people, she never felt that need again, honestly, considering the idea of hurting her own body sounded weirdly appealing, after so much improvement, going back felt like a failure.

Maybe the past years left her brain so occupied with every new information, that negative thoughts had no actual space, a little tab in the corner that was muted by Yoongi’s voice. Now, without his presence and strong connection, Emerson silenced all other tabs, only listening to the one where haters were loud, depression and self-harm spoke freely.

Years of self-improvement faded within a pinch, a thin drop of blood coming from her thigh stained the beige pants, and Emerson left the small, yet painful, piece of skin go from between her long nails.

Weak and sobbing, she reunited all forces and stood up from the front door, walking slowly in bedroom’s direction, wishing only to lay down, curl up inbetween the duvets and sleep, ignoring any bad temptations, observing them disappear along with conscience.

Old monsters, some she saw as teenage ghosts, showed up. Emerson felt stupid for harming herself over such a small reason. Independent woman, smart, successful, amazing close friends, and yet the major breakdown in years was happening because of a man. What kind of mean joke could that be?

She wished so hard to pull herself together again, living happily and not getting to precipitated conclusions over small situations. That's it, maybe she was only overreacting. What if she is not? What if the connection between them is, indeed, fading? What if? What? What?

What was their mistake?

What was her mistake?

Was there a mistake?

Cruel trick her own brain was playing. Blackjack with sanity. Poker with happiness. What did she had to bet? Of course, Emerson conquered a lot in years, how much of that could she lose? Golden Globe? Literature prizes? All had her name embedded in wood. Friendships? Weekly night-outs proved that their bond didn't change within years. Why then only Yoongi seemed to slip through her fingers? The only thing she would miss the most, fading like smoke on the water.

Sometimes, the smartest, strongest, toughest people can go through menaces with delight and peace. Though, their inner monsters exist, and can seem small for whoever witnesses from outside, but a spider is a huge matter to a fly. Struggles and fears, perspective changes them.

Judging someone's feelings and fright isn't up to us.

- x - x - x -

That night Yoongi meant to crash down at the studio, but Namjoon showed up close to midnight, accompanied by his girlfriend, a small and chubby woman with wild brown hair, and also followed by Jimin and Jade, Jin and DiLayla. Their Instagram revealed that everyone had dinner, sponsored by a fancy restaurant trading food for audience.

– Why is everyone here grating me with the grace of your presence? Is there a party happening in my studio and I'm not invited? - Yoongi asked sarcastically, saving the new poem written before anyone could ruin it.

– Cut it out, Yoongi. - Jade said taking her thick beige coat off, leaving it on the black couch. - Don't you think you've been spending way too much time working? Stuck in your office or studio?

Her tone seemed mysterious, as if she meant something more than what was actually voiced. Yoongi felt intrigued watching everyone getting comfortable. Were they intervening?

– What is that? An intervention? I don't do drugs. - Yoongi joked, only him laughing, everyone else seemed morosed.

– See Yoongs, we were having dinner and suddenly Emerson became a subject of discussion. - Jin spoke trying to look chill, but very tense. - Jade mentioned that Emerson has been feeling a bit… Ignored lately. Bárbara and DiLayla agreed...

– Let me speak, love. - DiLayla touched Jin's shoulder and stood up. - Emerson mentioned to us that you’ve been working way too much, even at home, and she thinks you don't love her anymore. Basically, she feels like your connection is slowly vanishing.

– Namjoon told us what you've been planning for proposing to her, and honestly, I will take note and use a few of your ideas someday. - Jimin gave a side grin to Jade, watching how she blushed and continued. - But maybe, just maybe, you focused so much on something to her, that kind of forgot her? Not literally, we know you love Emerson with every beat of your heart, your maeum [마음, something like feelings], but you know, you can't starve a man before feeding him…

– What? Emerson is feeling neglected? - Yoongi asked, chocked and feeling his heart breaking.

Yoongi turned the chair around when tears verged to fall, not wanting to face his friends whilst crying. Jin, Jimin and Namjoon only saw him emotionally shattered in two situations. Feeling raw and vulnerable always made him uncomfortable, mainly being stared by people he had no intimacy, like his friends’s girlfriends, they were cool, but not close enough to watch him with guards down.

The young man hated this aspect of him. He despised how inadvertently his mind let things pass without noticing, facts around that could vastly affect his life, personal or professional. Having Emerson always picking up on him about unhealthy habits made it easier to don't die after spending three days living off hard liquor and olives, and overworking.

He wasn't someone mindless, or easily distracted, but Emerson helped him to focus in more than one thing at once, like working, but still resting enough, or channeling the best from every situation. Hiding something from her, avoided the warnings. Without realizing, Yoongi evicted his girlfriend from working aspects of him.

Maybe Jimin was right. He focused so much in doing something for Emerson, that he forgot to live with Emerson.

Goddamn it, Yoongi!

Namjoon looked around and politely asked everyone to leave the studio for a moment. He pulled a chair and sat beside Yoongi, caressing his trembling shoulder.

– I don't think I ever saw you crying over something so simple to solve. - Namjoon whispered, still petting his friend's shoulder. - You know nothing is lost and what to do is actually easy. The solution may ruin a huge surprise, but it is going to soothe a small injure caused by itself.

– What if Emerson has been considering to break up? Oh fuck, Joon! What if I ruined it all? - Yoongi used his sleeves to dry off his tears. - What if everything is so lost that not even all poems I wrote could fix it?

– See, a few weeks ago me and Barbs were talking about couples that gathered together along the past years. - Namjoon said and stopped caressing Yoongi's shoulder. - First, Hoseok and Taylor, then you and Emerson, Jade and Jimin, Di and Jin, me and her, Zariah and Jungkook, and Shims with Tae. I think we created an equilibrium in universe. Everyone is such a great and right match that if at some point one these couples break up, a new Big Bang would happen, cuz the mutual decision could ruin the universal balance.

“I'm not being far-fetched, I swear in the name of Stephen Hawking. - Namjoon spoke and made a cross in his chest. - Sometimes a long-term relationship can go through challenges. Two different people sharing a life of experience cannot live without occasional fights, bickering or arguing. We are human, even the most rational ones can be stubborn. All you have to do is insist. Although, it seems like Emerson loves you as much as you love her, so the only struggle here is distance.”

– You are right, but I’m still feeling like a sucker. - Yoongi snuffled, cleaning the coryza from his runny nose. - But as Emerson already told me, I should learn from my mistakes, then use it on an inspirational song, making my fans wander on what actually gave me the idea to it. - He grinned passionately and turned his cellphone screen on, staring at the lockscreen: a stunning picture of Emerson in Japan, smiling, using a flower crown and surrounded by cherry blossoms. - I love her so much.

Next thing processed by cameras around the building was a very hurry Yoongi grabbing his stuff, leaving a group of friends behind. A determined face, quick steps and then driving fast through the parking lot, tyres screaming like Robert Plant in the beginning of ‘Immigration Song’.

- x - x - x -

Emerson woke up in a startle after hearing the front door banging loudly. Still sleepy, she had no energy to stand up and check what was happening. Sleep whilst crying is exhausting, you wake up psychologically weary. After a few minutes and heavy steps, she heard someone calling her name, more specifically, Yoongi calling chanting her name.

She stood up, bringing one of the duvets along, and walked to the room, where Yoongi was crouched down, sitting on his calfs, typing something on the laptop he settled on the coffee table. When the man side glanced Emerson, he got up on his feet and hugged her, feeling his heart shatter with the small, yet present, dot of blood staining her beige pants.

– I’m so sorry. Forgive me, please… - Yoongi whispered, trying not to cry again, not before actually accomplishing his new goal for the night. Also, his mind was worried about the blood on her leg. - Did you hurt yourself, baby? Oh fuck, did you?

– Why? What did you do? - Emerson questioned feeling his arms around her, resisting before letting the duvet down and hugging him back. - I pinched myself a little too hard, but I swear it wasn't serious. Sorry...

– I was distant and absent from your life, and now you are convinced I don’t love you anymore. - He swallowed the knot on his throat, still trying not to cry. - It’s so dumb, because the only thing I love more than you is my music, but you are the inspiration for my work, so you are my music… And I made you hurt yourself.

– No, please Yoongles, it was a small relapse. Not worth of a fuzz. It won't happen again. - She felt his uneven heart beat against her ear, touching his chest. - Who told you that? Who told you how I was feeling? - Her arms quit hugging him, a tension running through both bodies.

– I don’t know, today I was finishing a project for you in my studio and Namjoon, Jin and Jimin showed up, they were accompained by their girlfriends. They told me how you were feeling and made me realize how far I’ve been, and how cold I acted earlier. - He seemed uncomfortable revealing his sources of information, but the truth would end up appearing anyways.

– Wait a second… - Emerson dried the single tear left running down her cheek and stared Yoongi. - Have you been working in something for me? Like, a surprise? A gift?

Yoongi shrugged his shoulders and nodded. His mind was hazy and the urge to just kneel and propose to Emerson without previous background was slowly taking over his guts. He couldn’t predict her reaction, since every brain cell were occupied on finding the right words. Fortunately, the woman grinned shyly and blushed, gazing down on the laptop.

They sat down in front of the open laptop, his arms around her shoulders. Yoongi sighed and pressed the ‘enter’ key, watching Power Point opening and a clear book cover appeared, mint coloured like his hair.

The book Yoongi worked for two years was almost ready. Whilst looking for good names and aesthetics a japanese word loomed from his pre-teenage memories: ishin-denshin (以心伝心) and his book title fitted like a glove. A compilation of poems and the last one, in Yoongi’s humble oppinion, the most majestic one was named after the piece itself. He planned on proposing whilst reading to Emerson.

– You asked me nothing, but I feel the need to explain what’s in front of you. - Yoongi cleared his throat, watching Emerson’s eyes scanning the screen. - My gift for our fifth anniversary was a book. I’ve been planning it for two years now, and in the last two or three months I reached the final details, which were cover and last poem. I never allowed you to see it, because I wanted it to be a surprise. I guess old habits never die, because during the time spent working on that book, I isolated myself from you and gave a wrong impression. Sorry.

– It's so beautiful, even though I don't even know what the title means. - Emerson said and sobbed, smiling through tears. - If the whole book is in japanese, then it would be good if you taught me how to read.

– Oh, cutie pie. I love you so much. - Yoongi snorted and kissed the top of Emerson's head, whose felt so loved, more than she felt in months. - It's, indeed, in japanese. Ishin-denshin, it's a kind of interpersonal communication, unspoken, but the understanding is still mutual. Something like, heart transmits what mind thinks. That word was a trend back in my pre-teenage years, never thought I would use it.

Emerson turned to look Yoongi. His eyes were watering, but no tears falling. She smiled, happily and kissed him. In months, they kissed plenty of times, but none of them had the same meaning as this one. It wasn't sexy or teasingly, if we are going to be honest, the kiss was salty with tears and, well, coryza. Emerson and Yoongi were slowly reconnecting.

The kiss stopped when their lungs claimed for air. After a few smooches, they got back to stare the screen.

– I love you so much, Yoongles. - Emerson felt a magnetic force making her back look for support on his chest, diminishing the space between them. - I know it's dumb, but I firmly believe we are soulmates, there is a supernatural connection between us, and considering the idea of losing you… it made me so desperate and sad. I know I would keep living, but my soul would never feel completed again.

– I know baby, I feel the same way, but instead of voicing my feelings, why don't you read a few poems I wrote? -Yoongi leaned and wrapped one of his arms around her shoulders again, smiling passionately whilst seeing skinny knees touching the chest, covered by a fluff light pink sweatshirt with ‘Treat People With Kindness’ written in a plain white font. He remembered the day they bought the piece of clothing after a Harry Styles concert in London. What a fun night, hanging around with him after the event. As Yoongi said earlier, being famous has its perks.

Emerson felt immersed in deep feelings, some of them not even voiced during their relationship. Yoongi wrote small poems about every aspect of her: from her cute moles, to how he loved petting her hair before sleeping, or how her voice was sweet like honey and face cute as a mochi. Everything, he wrote inspired by moments they shared, like the trip to Japan during spring, or New Year’s Eve in China. The first time Emerson tried kim chi and how her nose puckered when the spicy taste finally hit her taste buds. When she first attended to Bangtan Lads concert and fanchanted along with ARMYs, taking a few of them to backstage. Travelling to Brazil and messaging Bárbara instead of using Google Translator.

They lived so many precious moments together. Yoongi made sure over 100 of them became art through emotional poems.

The last one, named ‘Ishin-denshin’. She took a deep breathe, still sobbing with happy tears running down her face. The silence only broken by occasional snorts and chuckles. However, Yoongi was getting more tense, staring at her eyes.

Ishin-denshin

Once upon a time in the far land of England

A woman gave birth to love impersonated in flesh, blood and gold

No one knew how important she was and how lucky they were

Until chaos from Korea arrived and trapped her in maeum.

Connections can cross the border of space and time

Voices and signs

Touches and sights

You and me, hands holding tight.

Love is a matter of ishi-denshin

Ability to communicate from mind to heart

Open up on a gaze

Not a sound to be heard from mouth.

Thankfully chaos and peace mingle and complete each other

Yin and Yang united by their differences

Perfecting what was already sculpted with dust and water

Remodeling and always improving, resulting in brand new peculiarities.

Love and connections are the result of fighting

Nothing good comes easy

Nothing easy is good

Once you find balance, universe rewards you with love.

Continents separated us for most part of our days on earth

Wandering uneven, looking for the half that best fit our soul

Happily odds were and allowed what resulted in balance

Only imagining myself without you, even my brain in plain conscience feels afoul.

Don’t you dare saying you are not good enough

Cutie pie, you are unique like flakes of snow

Every drop has its own shape

Unique, you never see two looking the same.

My heartbeat is in sync with yours

Slow like when we sleep

Or when we kiss after a long period apart, tumbling in ribcage, rhythm vigorous

I thank everyday for finding my soulmate in a sweetheart like you.

Stay for as long as you want

I feel lucky only by having in my life as a constant

Luckily it won’t change much

When I finally make you a Min like me, everything mine will be ours.

When Emerson finished reading ‘Ishin-denshin’, Yoongi didn’t quite gave her time to think broader and stood up, pulling the woman together. Standing side by side, he kneeled in front of Emerson and proclaimed, among tears and sobs, holding one hand whilst looking for something in his back pocket.

– Emerson, after all those words you’ve read, would you give me the honour of becoming my Mrs.Min?

– The only possible answer is yes.

- x - x - x -

P:S I purple you <3

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Best Friend (Tom Holland Fanfic)

Author: @ineedsomemoremetime

Paring: Tom Holland x Female! whom I names Gemma.

Notes: This fanfic I wrote for both @gottaletgopete (best friend) and @notimeforthemessenger (Quote, in bold) writing challenge. I am not the best writer and editing job will not be the greatest but I finally got it finished and I’m kinda proud of it.

Words: 5595

“Did you know that you swallow 7 spiders a night when your sleeping?” Jacob explains while he is wiping the counter top.

“I heard it's 7 spiders in your lifetime” Derek replies as he goes over to lock the store doors so we can count the register.

“I heard that you both are just idiots and neither one of you is correct.” Molly complains as she finishes putting away the books that were left out.

“What do you think Gemma?” Jacob asks me as I was finishing filling out some paperwork for tomorrow.

“I heard both versions of that rumor so I don’t think I'm a great choice to answer this question.” I reply.

“Why are you asking her for her opinion. She probably swallows like 100 spiders a night, her boyfriend is Spider-man.” Molly says while grabbing her drawer out and starting to count it.

“Guys he’s not my boyfriend he’s just my best friend and roommate.” I explain.

“Were not idiots Gem, you love him. Why don’t you just tell already?” Jacob ask and then sits on the clean counter top to wait for my reply. I’ve known Tom who plays Spider-man since I was 18 and decided to live out my dream and move to London. We met my first week here, right after I got this job actually.

“Oh my god, you’ll never believe how my day went today.” I say to my best friend Genny. I’ve been in London for 4 days and I already killed my pet fish 7 hours after I got him but I also got kicked out of my apt because it didn’t allow fish. So now I’m homeless. But I guess on the bright side I got a job. Except I’m not sure how I’m going to get ready everyday since I have nowhere to live. I was about to head into the local Starbucks to maybe get some caffeine before I look for some apartments when these two guys walk out and accidentally spill their coffee on me

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry love. Here um let me go get some napkins. Wait, Haz go grab those napkins off the table.” He basically screams after he spilled his coffee all over my new white blouse I wore to my job interview.

“It’s okay, really. This shirt already got what I needed today. You guys are fine.” I tell him after the one hands me napkins, who I believe was called Haz

.“Here, let me at least buy you a coffee or tea or water. Even though water is free. I don’t know. Um, what do you drink. It’s on me I swear.” The one who spilled it on me said really quickly, kinda like he was nervous

.“Don’t worry about it. Actually I’ll buy you a coffee, since you spilt this one. It’s on me, don’t worry.” I reply. The Haz guy just starts laughing, which means he got my joke.

.“Dude, we need to give this girl a medal. You spill coffee on her and yet she still makes jokes, and doesn’t try to kill you for ruining her shirt.” Haz said. A medal, hmm that would be nice. Does this medal come with a house, cause I’m in need of one of those

.“I can get you one of those if you want or anything. A new top, um a new purse. Whatever name your price. Please don’t me mad at me, it was an accident I swear on my life.” He quickly rambles. Is this guy for-real, I glance over at the Haz guy and he just kinda laughs.

“Tom. Tom. TOM. Snap out of it. She’s not mad.” He yells and the smacks him in the face. The Tom guy looks stunned for a second then he starts laughing.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I got like that. Funny joke, but I’m still buying you a drink. Actually also Haz and I were about to head over to Nandos in a little bit after doing a little bit more shopping. Do you want to join us?”

“I would actually love that.” I reply. Then we headed into Starbucks to finally get Tom’s and my coffee.

“Yes, I’m going to go home tonight and be like, ‘Hey Tom guess what I’m in love with you and I have since we were like 18. Just thought you ought to know.’”I reply back to them. If only it were that easy. God, just imagine I tell him that I love him, he tells me he loves me back, and then we live happily ever after. That would be the life. Just to be able to kiss him, to hold his hand, to call him mine, to share our lives together.What would I give to live that life. But that’s never going to happen, because I live in a world where life doesn’t really work out in my favor.

“Well, you honestly could just say that.” Derek's said while twirling his fidget spinner.

“Yes, Derek. I could just tell him that and everything would be alright. Guys, I don’t wanna ruin my friendship with him. I get to spend a lot of my time talking, laughing, enjoying life with Tom. I don’t wanna ruin that. I also don’t want him to kick me out.” I explain.

“Wait, he can’t just kick you out if you’re paying rent, can he?” Molly asks.“I’m not paying rent. He won’t let me. He says he is being a gentlemen, but I don’t know.” I explain.

“WHAT!?” Derek and Jacob ask at the same time both clearly shocked. While Molly stood there with her mouth wide open.

“Dude, Can I live with you guys?” Jacob asks

.“Actually Gem, can I move instead. Cause I’ll tell Tom I love him like I swear. To live in that house for free. Damn.” Molly explains, jealousy clear as day on her face.

“He thinks it would be stupid for me to pay, I watch Tessa when he goes to film movies. I clean, I sometimes cook. He doesn’t see why I should pay. I still try to every month don’t get me wrong.”

“How did you even move in with him? Like you just have always been living there.” Derek asks confusion covering his face. I mean I have lived with him or what feels like forever. Ever since the first day we actually met.

“So you’re an actor. Hmm, I don’t think I’ve ever heard of you. Sorry.” I tell Tom, who looks so shocked in a joking way of course. We went to a few different stores around Starbucks after we got our coffee and just chatted away. Tom ended up buying me a new shirt because apparently, I’m not allowed to pay for anything. Don’t get me wrong, I loved being spoiled and saving money, but I mean come on dude let me pay for something. After like an hour of shopping we ended up finally at Nando’s to eat.

“What! How do you not know who I am. I am a famous actor, how dare you!” Tom says while trying to keep a straight face, keyword trying.

“Oh, Tom I’m so sorry. Was I supposed to say,’Oh My God is that Tom Holland. Oh My God, he split coffee on me, swoon. Oh My God, can I have an autograph or better yet a picture, or better yet can I have your babies?’ There is that better?” I ask while laughing.

“Well maybe not that, Even though that probably would of been crazy to see. Maybe you should of been like, ‘ Tom Holland split coffee on me, oh my god, I have to sell this shirt of ebay so I can make tons of pounds. Damn.’” He tries while putting on his best american accent, which isn’t bad but he’s probably never gonna be able to play an american character.

“Or she could of went. ‘Tom Holland, boring. I’m here for you Harrison.’ That would of been way better.” Harrison who is the Haz guy by the way said.

“Shut the hell up mate. I’m not boring.I’m cool.” Tom fights back.

“Oh yeah sure.But I’m not the one standing there saying ‘oh I’m so sorry, I’ll buy you anything blah blah blah.’ Like dude you split coffee on her, you didn’t murder her grandpa.” Well, Harrison has a point there.

“ Well at least I’m a gentlemen.” Tom argues with a smile on his face. At least I know this isn’t a mean fight just a little bickering back and forth, something I do with my friend Genny.

“Never said you weren’t. You’re just an annoying one.” Okay, I feel like I’m in the middle of this and I’m not gonna lie, I kinda like it.

“I’m not annoying. Gemma, am I annoying?” Tom asks me.

“She’s not gonna side with you. Gemma, Tom’s annoying right?” Harrison asks. Damn, I gotta pick between these two. Their acting like 5 year olds, but it’s kinda adorable.

“You both are annoying. You dorks.” I laugh. I’m really glad Tom split his coffee on me because my day has been looking better, I mean I’m still homeless for the time being, but I’ve had fun today

.“Well, that is true.” Harrison answers back and Tom just nods, agreeing with him.

“So, Gemma, where at in London are you staying?” Tom asks after he takes a sip of his water.

“It’s a long story actually.” I tell them not really wanting to tell them I got kicked out.

“We got time, right Haz.” Haz nods. “Come on, tell us.” Tom says, so I just reply ‘fine’ and then they sit back in their chairs, like they are trying to get more comfortable.

“Well, So I have this apartment over on 14th street. All furnished and everything. It’s a really nice apartment. Well, when I moved in they never said I couldn’t have pets but I really didn’t want to try anything to serious right off the bat, so I got me a fish last night. I named him Brock., and he was a cute little fish, if fish can be cute. I’m not really sure. Well, I get home and I fill the tank up with water and all the right stuff. Then I got to bed, but when I woke up this morning, Brock was dead. I guess the water has to be a certain temperature, which is something I never knew because I wasn’t allowed any type of pets as a child not even a pet rock. Well, after I flushed Brock, there was a knock on my door. It was my landlord, he told me I had one hour to get all my stuff packed or else he was calling the cops I guess in that apartment your not allowed to have fish. So I got kicked out. So tonight I’m probably going to be staying at a hotel. Until I can find a new apartment.” I explain.

“So you came to London all by yourself? Isn’t that not safe?’ Harrison asks.

“My best friend Genny wanted to come, but her boyfriend um, decided they should actually move in together. So they moved and got a house. My um parents, didn’t want me to even come here. They thought it was a dumb idea. So I can’t let them know,or else they will make sure I’m on the next flight home.” My friend Genny’s boyfriend kinda never liked me, because I always told her that guys will come and go, this is our life, we need to enjoy it while we can. But then again I never was a fan of him either, so we're even.

“Well, Why don’t you come stay with us for a little while. To save some money.” Tom suggests

.“WHAT!?” Harrison and I say at the same time.

“No offense Gemma, you’re nice and all but we just met you, you can’t just invite strangers into our house.” Harrison says to me.

“Come on, she seems really trustworthy and sweet. Plus I would love to get to know her better. So what’s the best way to get to know her, have her stay with us for awhile. Honestly you seem like an amazing person. Plus I also still feel bad for spilling my coffee on you, and what way to repay you by letting you have a place to stay for a little while.”

“You do realize Ted Bundy was a trusting looking person right?” I ask Tom. I can’t believe he’s offering me a place to stay, I never would of thought he would do that. We just met and he offering me somewhere to live for a little bit.

“Who’s Ted Bundy?” Tom asks

.“Really dude, really. He killed people. You know what Gemma, you can move in, but Tom you’re moving out.” Harrison says to us. I just laugh and agree.

“Wow, damn. I try and do something nice and in the end I get kicked out. This is not how I pictured my day going.” Tom complains jokingly.

“How about this, I’ll spend one night there, and while I’m there I’ll use your guys wifi to look up other apartments. Deal?’ I ask both of them.

“Okay, but if you can’t find any you will stay with us for a little longer than a day.” Tom bargains.‘Fine, but the longest I will stay is 3 days.” I say. Who knew 3 days would turn into four years.

“He didn’t know who Ted Bundy was?” Molly asked after I told them the story.

“No, he didn’t. That night we spent the whole night basically trying to tell him about Ted but I still think he’s a little confused.”

When I got back home that night Tom had pizza and another episode of Riverdale for us to watch. Usually we just relax on the couch with my legs in his lap, but something about tonight was different, I tried not to get so cozy with him. It was like talking about him at work today made everything kinda awkward between us, which is also really weird because I’ve talked about him before. So why now am I getting so nervous around him. Wait why does he seem nervous around me? He keeps fidgeting his hands and glancing over at me like he wants to say something but decides not too. Maybe I should ask him what’s wrong, or maybe he’ll turn the question around on me and ask me what’s wrong. I don’t know why I’m freaking out this much. He’s just Tom, my best friend. He was the one who gave me somewhere to live, he was the one to who protected me against my ex who was a little too clingy, he was my shoulder to cry on when I told him about Genny. Tom is my person, okay so is Harrison but I’m not in love with Harrison. Don’t get me wrong, he’s so gorgeous that I wouldn’t be mad to be with him, but I never got that feeling with him, only with Tom.

“Gemma, I got home earlier this morning then you thought I did. Um, and I kinda accidentally heard a conversation you were having with Harrison. Well Part of it, um only yours. Where you told him you um” He stops and looks down and the ground.

“Where I told him what?” I ask turning to face him. If I remember this morning's conversation he might of heard me tell Harrison I like Tom.

“Come on, Gem. You can’t wear that shirt.” Harrison said while sitting on my bed waiting for me to be done so we can go get breakfast or well lunch . Well technically we still also have to wait till Tom gets back from some meeting about the script.

“Are you giving me fashion advice Mr. Osterfield?” I question him while taking off my sweater, leaving me just in a tank top. I mean he may be an idiot but I’m still gonna listen to him.

“You need to wear stuff that will get Tom attention. Like that dark blue shirt, that’s way to big on you but it hangs over and shows your shoulder. It really bring out the light blue in your eyes. Plus it’s one of Tom favorite shirts on.” He tells me as I’m looking through my closet.

“Okay, and why would I need to get Tom’s attention?”

“Cause you love him and he loves you. I mean you already have his attention no matter what you wear but still.”

“What! I don’t love Tom your crazy.” I say and look down to try and hide my blush.

“Gemma. Stop lying to yourself. Come on you need to tell him.”

“Ugh, why can’t you tell him for me.” I whine while falling onto my bean bag chair I have in my room.

“What are we in high school? Plus I have but he doesn’t believe just like you don’t believe me either.” He explains while getting up and getting into my closet to find the top.

“How would I even tell him. I mean what if I make a fool out of myself.” I continue to whine as I get up and put on the shirt.

“Practice on me.”

‘Harrison no that’s weird I can’t”

“Come on I’m waiting.”

“Harrison.”

“Gemma.”

“Look I know were best friends and like you’re everything to me and I really don’t want this to change anything between us. Like that would be the worst thing in the world. But I have to tell something that scared me but I think it’s time you know. I love you and I’ve loved you forever.” I rush out.

“That’s perfect, Gem. Honestly if and when you tell Tom I bet you he will cry.” I don’t say anything after he says that I just hug him and that’s when Tom walked in.

“You were telling Harrison that you were in love with him.” He blurts.

“Because I am.” I say then I realized what Tom said “Wait, what?”

“Look it’s okay. I’m happy for you guys really. I just you wanted to be sure. Um I’m gonna go to bed.” He quickly stats and gets up. I jump up as well and yell wait as I grab his wrist. He just looks at me waiting for me to speak.

“I do love Harrison, but as a brother. Tom.” I pause and take a deep breathe. “Tom, I was practicing to tell you, that I love you. Because I do love you. I’m in love with you Tom.” I tell him. It takes him a second to grasp what I said but the second he did, he kisses me. Not like a little peck but a full blown kiss. His hands were on my cheeks while my hands found and just rested on his hips. Spark were flying, like it felt like the fourth of July and I was loving every second of it. I honestly wish it would of went further but then we heard someone clear their throat.

“Oh sorry, I’ll um be in my room, with earphones in. Be safe you two.” Harrison winks and quickly walks into his bedroom and shuts the door.

“Well that was awkward.” I laugh while stepping back a little.

“Yeah. Just a little. So you love me?” Tom asks.

“Yeah, I really do, I’m sorry if you thought I liked Haz.”

“Yeh, It’s okay. I love you too.” He tell me and I swear if it weren't the fact he stepped closer to me and put his hand on my waist I think I would of fell. Hearing the person you love tell you that they love you as well. It’s the best feeling in the entire world.

“Can I kiss you again?” He asks. Like that’s even a question, like duh. But I nods and smile. Kissing him was like if you kiss happiness, that’s what it felt like. It may sound cheesy but this honestly the way I would want to start and end every single day for the rest of my life. We spent almost the entire night just talking and stealing kisses from each other until we both ended up falling asleep on the couch together. Talking to Tom is always the easiest thing to do, but now that I’ve told him that I love him, it easier. Like I finally told him all of my secrets.

When I woke up the next morning, Tom was gone, and when he wouldn't answer any of my texts or calls all day. Then when I got home from work that night he still wasn’t there. I tried to wait up for him but I got so tired so I went.This went on for about a week. We would either just pass each other and say a quick hello or goodbye and that's it, or we would simply just miss each other. He finally texted but it was only like little text, ‘Working late.’, ‘Sleeping in the trailer’, ‘At the gym’. It was almost like he was avoiding me. Before I told him that I loved him we would always talk, if it was through texts, calls, or in person. No matter what he was working. It was like telling him was a big mistake. I asked Harrison once this about it but the rest of the time he’s also been MIA as well.

“Haz, hey can I ask a simple question?” I ask him when I see him eating some chips one afternoon.

“Yeah, of course.”

“Is Tom avoiding me. I know I sound like a baby but. I’ve barely seen nor talked to him this week.” I ask while grabbing some of his chips.

“Gem, he’s been really busy with filming this week. Like barely any breaks. Like Friday is one of his only days off. Talk with him then.” He suggests like it nothing

.“Okay I guess I can try.” I tell him. I just hope he really has been busy and doesn't regret telling me he loves me.

“Tessa, stop. I didn’t need all my face cleaned sweet girl.” I laugh while trying to get her from licking my face. God if anything ever happens where I don’t talk to Tom anymore. I’m so claiming Tessa, she is the perfect dog ever.

“I guess she really thought you needed a bath.” Tom says casually as he walks down the stairs into living room in nothing but sweats. Yes, Tom please kill me with your good looks.

“Look Tess there's daddy go clean him. Maybe he needs a bath.” I laugh. He kinda laughs, like a little chuckle.

“Nah, I don’t need a bath right now. Gemma, can we can talk?” He asks once he finally gets Tessa off of him.

“Sure. What’s up?” I answer sitting up on the couch so he can join me.

“So, I’ve been thinking. Maybe we should forget what happen last week since it really didn’t mean anything and so it doesn't affect us as friends.” He says after being quiet for a few minutes once he sat down.

“Um, It didn’t mean anything?” I question looking at him as if he had just grown two more heads.

“Yeah, I mean we kissed, we said some things. But I think it was a mistake and we really didn’t think it through.”

“I’m sorry. You kissed me, you told me you loved me, after you got jealous because you thought I loved Harrison. If you didn’t mean any of it, then why did you do it?” I snap at him. How was it a mistake, why would you ever tell someone you love them and then say it was a mistake.

“I never said I didn’t mean what I said. I just said that it was a mistake.”

“What does that even mean Tom. Was the kiss a mistake? What was the mistake?”

“Gemma, it’s not that easy to -.”He starts to say but I cut him off.

“Tom, If you can look me in the eyes and tell me that you feel nothing between us, then I’ll stop and leave this alone. I’ll leave all this alone and we can move on like nothing ever happened. I’ll even move out if that’s what you want. But I need you to tell me that you don’t feel anything between us, nothing all all.” I tell him. He just stares into my eyes for a few second not saying anything. That’s when Harrison walks in.

“Oh, did I just interrupt something important here?” He asks after notching the tension between Tom and I.

“No, It’s fine. I got the answer I needed. Goodbye Tom.” I answer while standing up and walking over to the door to grab my flats and car keys.I can’t believe I ever thought that Tom would like me more than a friend. I thought after last week that everything was perfect, Tom kissed me, he told me he loved me. I thought my life was on the right track. Then he goes and tells me that it was all a mistake. I love Tom, I’m in love with him, and I would do anything to be with him, but i can’t explain to me his feelings then I don’t want to be there anymore. I can’t stay in a place where the man I love lives.

“So, he said it all was a mistake. Like what does that even mean?” Jacob asks me. I came into work to gossip and ask them their opinions on what I should do. Luckily Molly offered to let me stay the night at her house while I gather my thoughts through all of this.

“I got no idea. That’s what I’ve been trying to figure out myself. But it just sucks cause this is going to change everything between us.” I tell them while looking at my nails.

“Maybe, Tom really does want to be with you but he’s afraid of what will happen once the fans know.” Lila said. She is the newest employee we just got 3 weeks ago. She still finds it crazy that I know Spider-Man.

“His fans already know who I am, they actually want us to date. So that can’t be it.” I reply. It’s actually kinda funny, because not only does his fans want us together but his family wants us together as well.

“Look at this , Gemma. It’s Tom’s baby blanket. God, I remember when this would cover his whole body.” Nikki, Tom’s mum told me. We were in their attic doing a little bit of spring cleaning which basically turned into looking through all of her sons baby boxes.

“Now it will only over his legs.” I laugh while refolding Sam and Harry’s old baby onesie that we found.

“When are you and Tom gonna give me grand-babies that I can give this stuff too.” She asks me.

“Nikki!” I gasp. “We aren’t ever dating. He doesn’t even like me like that.” I reply.

“Don’t lie. Tom loves you, like it’s kinda annoying not gonna lie. Plus his fans love you. If you would actually get on your social media you would see that they all think you both are cute together and should be a couple.” Harry says while walking up the attic stairs to come and join us.

“That is true, the fans do love you, but I think we love you more. Maybe even more than Tom himself.” Nikki jokes.

“Yeah, but what am I gonna do. Tom never shows me anything that he wants to be in a relationship with me.”

“That’s because he’s a div, honestly my brother is not the smartest lad there is.” Harry tells me.

“Harry, language.” Nikki warns, but Harry just laughs. “Tom will see that one day you both are meant to be.”

“I hope.” I reply.

I decided that I’m gonna stay in a hotel for a few days until I can find a decent apartment for me to live in. Molly actually gave me great advice last night. To turn off my cell phone, to not answer any calls or text whatsoever and that today I should go over to the apartment and start packing some of my things. I believe that maybe in a few months we can try and be really great friends again but I know I can’t have a good relationship with him if I’m going to be scared of having any awkward run ins in the house. So it’s better if I move out for a little while. So at this very moment I am back in my bedroom trying to find my suitcases, I thought I left them in my closet but I guess not. Maybe Harrison would know, I can go to his room and ask. Once I walk out of my room I run into Tom who was heading into the kitchen. He looked like he hadn’t been to sleep at all last night. I can understand that.I expected him to just move and get out of my way but he hugs me. He just grabs me and hugs me like he hasn’t seen me for years

.“I was so worried. Haz and I have been calling you all night. We didn’t know where you were after you left. Then you wouldn’t answer. I thought you were dead.” He explains after he finally lets me go.

“I’m fine Tom. I just needed space.” I tell them while crossing my arms. “Actually I’m only back so I can pack up some of my stuff. Do you know where my suitcases are?’ I ask trying not to make full eye contact with him.

“What? No, you can’t leave. Look I need to explain why I said what I said last night.” He tries but I just roll my eyes and walk past him so I can head over to Harrison’s room.“Gemma, please. Let me explain.” I ignore him again and walk a little closer to Haz’s room.“I’m scared. Okay, I’m scared of losing you.” With that I stopped. I turn around and look him in the eye.

“No, you don’t get to just explain. Tom, I told you I loved you, you kissed me and told me that you loved me as well, then you just ignore me for a week straight then you tell me that it was all a mistake. How do you think that makes me feel. I love you and you broke my heart.” I snap at him

.“Two minutes, please Gemma. Give me two minutes to explain.” I just nod and sit down on the couch. “When I thought you said that you were in love with Harrison, it killed me. I have never wanted to kill my best friend more than I did right then. He was taking you from me. You, the person who I am so in love with. Then you told me that you loved me. God, I swear I seen stars and fireworks going off, so I kissed you. Then I told you I loved you as well. That was all the truth. Then the next morning while I was in the gym I did a lot of thinking. I love you so much, but I also love our friendship so much as well and I don’t want to ruin that. So I made a decision that was stupid. I would ignore you, make you not want to like me like that. Not really thinking that it would affect our friendship. Last night I thought I would tell you it was a mistake so maybe we could forget about it and carry on with our friendship. Even though that would be the hardest thing to do because I love you so god dang much. Gemma, I’m not perfect, hell, I’m far from it. But there isn’t an ounce of me that isn’t sorry for hurting you because I really do love you. So all I’m asking is not for you to forgive me but to at least work with me so we can fix not only our friendship but hopefully our relationship.” He really did hurt me,but honestly what he did isn’t as bad as some people’s relationships I guess.

“Tom, I love you so much as well. So yes, I will work with you to fix this, because I want to be with you so god damn bad.” I reply smiling at him

.“Is it alright if I kiss you then?”He asks, I don’t say anything I just walk over to him and kiss him myself. Tom is the person I could see myself ending up with, he really is the love of my life. I get I’m only 22 but come on when you know, you know.

“Jeez, I really do walk in on the wrong times, that or you guys need to get a room.” Harrison says after he walks in the front door with his gym bag, oh so I guess he wasn’t home. We both just flick him off and go back to kissing. So maybe, there is hope for us, or maybe there isn’t. Maybe we’ll stay together for the rest of our lives, or maybe we don’t. All I can wish for is that we will always be friends because this is one friendship I would hate to give up.

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Houseplants, Fairy Lights and You

Summary: Dan's a bored Sociology professor. His life gets a lot more interesting when a new Botany professor moves into the classroom next door. Plus, it's Valentine's Day, and the students sense love in the air.

Word Count: 1950

Warnings: None

Notes: I wrote this for @phangerous in honor of Valentine's Day, and it’s been up on ao3 for weeks but I’m just now getting around to uploading it on here-I hope you liked your teacher AU, Elina, and I hope the rest of you enjoy it as well:)

Dan

The bell rang, my head pounded, and feet stomped past one another in a rush to escape my last AdSoc class before lunch. I didn’t blame any of them-lately the world had been so bleak that my lessons had all been drifting towards the inevitably of the human race to destroy itself, much as it had attempted to do in the past, time and time again.

I really did enjoy my job. My colleagues were nice enough, and the kids were great. Reading the students’ papers, seeing their insight on the world and its inhabitants, made my weekends a lot less boring. A lot less lonely.

But nevertheless, I was lonely. My parents were in Manchester, and London was a very different city. Bigger, louder, meaner, it seemed. I felt small despite standing nearly 6’4”, and although I had a few friends and had been on a few dates, I never felt a true, deep connection with anyone or anything but my work.

That is, until the day I met him.

The students knew first, of course. They always knew when there was something “going on”, and so when I saw their bright eyes and heard their whispers floating down the halls, I knew something was happening. I didn’t know what, and since it was only eight in the morning, I didn’t frankly care all too much.

“Alright, class. Hello, good morning, so on and so forth. I hope your weekend was good, and I also hope you remembered your response papers over the short stories we’ve been reading these past few weeks?”

The following mumbles, shuffling of papers, and scattered groans spread through the room, and as they passed their papers to the front, I caught a whiff of coffee. Strange, I thought. I didn’t allow drinks in my room.

I was kneeling behind my desk when he spoke, and my first thought was I don’t know him. My second was I’d like to.

“Anyone know where room 207 is? Or if would your teacher be willing to trade me this one, as I rather like the decorations.”

Whispers. A wolf-whistle. Chuckles. A student called, “Ask him yourself!” And I stood up, facing the door, and the angel standing in it’s threshold.

Okay, maybe that’s a bit dramatic, but the man truly was stunning. High cheekbones, gorgeous eyes, a huge grin lighting up his entire face. I had to steady myself before speaking, firstly because I was about to choke on my own tongue and secondly because my students knew me as the intimidating, suave professor who didn’t take late assignments or bullshit.

“Why thank you, decorated it myself. And no, you can’t have it, but I’d be up for selling it to you for a price.”

My students laughed, and the man smirked a bit. “I’ll consider it, if you’ll consider a trade, once I decorate mine. 207?”

Oh, so he was a new professor. Interesting. I hadn’t heard anything about a new course starting up, but then again, I hadn’t been of peak focus lately. “Around the corner, in that weird sort of crevice thing. Sorry about that, there’s lots of windows in there. Students get distracted.”

The man only smiled wider. “I love windows,” he stuck out his hand. “Phillip Lester. I teach Botany.”

“Daniel Howell. Advanced Sociology.”

Phillip-Professor Lester-waved to the students on his way out, and for some reason, they gave him a round of applause. His wave turned into waving them off, and as they watched him leave, I realized with amazement and horror that I was beginning to blush.

I hurried to distract the class before they noticed, although I knew it was too late. We’d had a moment, the new professor and I, and if it wasn’t flirting then I didn’t know what was.

“Alright, let’s turn to chapter three in your-”

“Professor Lester seems cool, right Professor Howell?”

I sighed, smiling patiently. “Yes, Amanda, he does. Now on page-”

“Did you think he was cute?”

I huffed out a laugh, feeling my face go redder and my cool facade dissolve faster and faster. “Sal, that is highly inappropriate! Now can we all focus less on a random professor and more on societal progress throughout the 1900s, please?”

There were still whispers, but the interrogation ceased. For now.

“Thank you. Now if you’ll look in your books…”

Phil

I thought to myself as I left that classroom, “I think I’m going to like this job”. Which was good, considering I had hated my last one. They hadn’t even had a botanical program of any sort, so I was stuck teaching regular biology. And there’s nothing wrong with biology-if you have an interest in it. Which I very much did not.

I found my new classroom, which, as the handsome Professor Howell had warned me, was very airy with windows, and spent the remaining portion of the day moving my many microscopes, various lab tools, and to any other person, too-many plants into the room. By the time I was done, the sun was setting-as it was only February, after all-and my classroom appeared more as a greenhouse now. I grinned.

“Wow.”

I turned around to see the wide eyes of none other than Professor Howell traveling the length of the room, in awe of what he was seeing.

“It doesn’t look like a dingy box with a fuckton of windows anymore. I’m impressed.”

I was beyond proud of that fact, but I tried not to let it show, instead playing cool by leaning on one of the lab tables near me. “So? Down for a trade?”

He held my gaze steadily, a slow smile spreading over his face. He had adorable dimples.

“No. But I think I may be in here quite a lot.”

My demeanor broke, and I giggled. “I think I may be okay with that.”

My first class loved the room. They were all as equally shocked as Professor Howell had been, and told me stories of how they had thought this room had been haunted since they’d never seen anyone use it. They thought I was funny, and that my way of teaching, my anecdotes and stories and many, many colors of markers that I used for writing out the lessons on the board, made me the best teacher in the school. They told me all this, writing it in their introductory papers or whispering it to their friends, and among all the compliments I also caught rumors of a “ship” developing of me and the professor in room 205 around the corner.

Interesting.

Speaking of the professor in 205, he showed up around lunchtime, holding two Starbucks cups in his hands.

“Coffee for you, Professor Lester. How’s the first day going?”

I motioned for him to pull up a stool to my desk, and took a sip of the coffee. I wasn’t sure what he had flavored it with, but it was delicious. “Call me Phil, please. And it’s going great; the students love the room, so I think I may be winning this competition we started.”

Raising an eyebrow, he took a sip of his own drink. “Oh, a competition now? Well fairy lights win that with teens any day. And you can call me Dan then, Phil.”

We chatted for the rest of the lunch period, and I knew students kept poking their heads in, but we ignored them. I don’t really think either one of us minded them “shipping” us together, because honestly, I think we really did like each other.

“Well,” Dan finally announced, standing up and stretching. “I guess I better go ponder the human condition with the kids for the rest of the day. I wouldn’t want to get fired now, of all times.”

I felt a flush go over my face, but only smiled at Dan. “I’ll be here amongst my plant children. Have fun with the fairy lights.”

He smirked before leaving, and I wondered if I’d ever fell in love so easily before.

Whoa, I thought to myself. Slow down there. You’re letting Valentine’s Day get to your head.

That was likely. After all, it was in a week.

Dan

I brought Phil a different flavored coffee every day that week. We exchanged numbers, learned that we had an almost identical taste in music and TV shows, and had the entire senior class of our school rioting to get us to kiss in front of them. We thought it was hilarious, but the students were smart, and kept thinking up way to get each of us to either talk or think about the other. One student bought me a small plant to put on my desk, and frequently I would trail off to stare at it, remembering Phil’s room and our lunch dates. Another student hung fairy lights in Phil’s room, since he didn’t have a lamp yet.

Teenagers are evil. And smart.

When the day before Valentine’s Day rolled around, a student asked me if I had plans.

“I’m chaperoning the dance, Cassidy. Also, that’s frankly none of any of your business.”

The class snickered, but luckily that was the only question that was asked.

Phil, however, informed me that the same question was asked to him, and we began to get suspicious. Although, there wasn’t much we could do, as that had been our last class of the day and the dance was at 6:30.

I arrived early, looking for Phil, of course. The students were probably all occupied with their friends and dates to pay any attention to us tonight, anyway.

I spotted Phil, who looked stunning in a suit, and casually walked over. But he spoke first.

“You look great, especially in this lighting.”

I was taken aback, and I thanked the universe the lights were tinted pink, so Phil wouldn’t notice my blush as much. “I was about to say the same to you.”

Phil looked down, embarrassed, but then met my eyes with a mischievous look in his. “Have you noticed anything odd about the decor of this dance yet?”

I hadn’t, since I only had eyes for Phil at the moment, but when I looked around I began to laugh. “They did not.”

The dance was themed around us. There were flowers, as per any Valentine’s dance, but there were also plants, identical to the ones in Phil’s room, all over the room. And the amount of fairy lights was absurd, with most of them twinkling amongst the leaves of the plants.

“Are we that obvious?” I asked, and Phil held out a hand, asking me to dance. I blinked in surprise.

“If we are, what more can we do?”

He made a great point. We began to dance to the song that was playing, which we didn’t know, but it didn’t matter. We fit together perfectly, as did the decor that was themed around us and our personalities. Maybe it was the fact that it was the “day of love” or maybe it was the lighting that made Phil look particularly beautiful, but I leaned in and kissed him, meaning for it to just be a peck.

But he held it, leaned into it, and after no more than a second a round of applause went up around us. Even some of our colleagues joined in, and we blushed redder than the lights that made everything glow.

“Whoops,” Phil whispered, but I just grinned, waving the students applause off. “They’re sneaky.”

“At least they decorate good, though.”

“True,” I responded. “I love the houseplants. And the fairy lights. And you.”

Phil kissed me again, whispering it back, and I decided Valentine’s Day wasn’t so bad after all.

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Requiem of Trust

I’m posting it! Castlevania is dear to my heart, and so too is this story.

I wrote this story seven years ago on a whim, long before I posted anything on AO3. If you’re looking for a masterful work of art, turn around now. What you’ll read in this story is nothing of the sort.

What you will find in this story is my deep love of the Castlevania games and its characters. It’s meant to be comical, fun, and hopefully endearing. Yes, there is a plot, but it’s nothing you’ll need tissues for this time around.

As I mentioned, this story is old. If you’ve read any of my other work, you’ll see how far I’ve come as a writer. While I will be editing this to fix grammatical errors and a few outdated references, I don’t intend to change much of the story structure itself. Since editing can take some time, there may be a few days in between each chapter posted.

With that said, please enjoy this trip with me into the past. I hope you’ll love Requiem of Trust and its sequel Modern Problems!

The story is on AO3 here!

Chapter 1: Mind Your Manners

Modern Day.

He was the height of hip. The lead rockstar. The epitome of modern fashion.

Nothing was getting in Leon Belmont's way.

Nothing of course, except the barista at the local Starbucks.

"For the last time, I just want it plain!" Leon demanded.

"Do you mean plain coffee? Tea? Water?" The girl in the purposeless green visor asked.

"Just pick something from your silly chalk-board and make it!" Leon sighed in exasperation.

"Got it," the girl agreed, with far too much pep. She punched a few things into the register and then quickly read off, "Skinny, mocha, light, decaf, double-blended, extra hot?"

Leon was at the point of pulling his hair out. "Just… anything!"

"Ok ok!" She rolled her eyes at him and muttered something that sounded like, "You need to chill."

Leon ignored her comment, because clearly she was the one who needed to chill. He handed her cash, allowing her to keep the change, glad that the horrible exchange was finally over. Just as he almost had his beverage in hand, six horrible words echoed through the room.

"Do you want whip-cream with that?"

"AAAARRGH!" Leon grabbed the drink and marched out of the store.

Finally alone in the nighttime air, he paused to sigh in relief. He would never understand what his descendants saw in this place.

Suddenly, he was reminded of why he was even standing in front of this hellish cafe. He was here to meet someone inside.

Leon turned around, but shook his head, determined not to re-enter the store unless absolutely necessary. So, he settled for sitting on the wooden bench just outside.

He didn't have to wait long before a weight settled silently into the bench next to him. "Leon Belmont. It's been ages."

Technically, it had only been a week. But Leon allowed his somewhat delusional friend the mistake. "Joachim Armster, it's good to see you well, old friend."

"I'm not that old," Joachim scoffed. "I'll never understand your dislike of coffee cafes. What did you get this time?"

“I really couldn’t tell you,” Leon replied, ignoring the scoff and handing the whatever-drink to his friend. As he turned to face him, he noticed the change in Joachim’s appearance.

Joachim had taken to adding colors to his hair this decade, often choosing the most bizarre hues. Today it was purple.

He had also grown fond of the "hipster" fashion movement, wearing tight-fitting jeans that betrayed every slight movement and a light pink button down with the top half buttons unbuttoned in a characteristic way that said, "yeah, what do I care? Fuck you. Fuck me."

Joachim had even tried the man-bun once a few days ago. It hadn’t ended well.

All in all, he blended in decently well, for a vampire. Joachim had long ago started clipping, filing, and painting his claw-like fingernails and adopting the clothing of the era. The only things that betrayed him now were his skin and his eyes, which were both a tad too pale and unnaturally ethereal.

While Leon admired the clothing he would never choose to wear, Joachim took a sip of the mystery drink, and made a disgusted face.

"You don't like it?" Leon asked. "I just told the girl to make anything."

"On the contrary, it's delicious." Joachim admitted, taking another sip. "It's you, Leon. Did you go thrifting again?"

"I… maybe…?" Leon said noncommittally.

"Leon, what have I told you about thrifting?! You can never hope to blend in with the times that way!" Joachim explained for the 100billionth time, exasperated.

"It’s just," Leon trailed off, thinking of something to say. Eventually he insisted weakly, “you can’t beat the prices?”

Joachim turned to face Leon squarely. He extended a delicate index finger and pointed out the atrocities in Leon’s wardrobe with a true fashionista’s merciless cruelty. "Leg warmers went out in the 80's, tye-dye bellbottoms in the 60's, striped felt shirts in the 70's, and… oh… the speckled fedora is so last year."

As he made the last comment, the vampire flicked Leon's prized fedora off his head, revealing his ratted blond hair. He could have sworn that Joachim almost cried. "Oh no! No no no! How could you do that to your hair?!!"

"It's fashionable?" Leon ventured.

"Hideous is more like it. Oh Leon Belmont, you had the hair of the GODS, and now you've given it up to punk fashion, the one fashion trend you absolutely should never follow!" Joachim cursed in an ancient language that Leon didn't exactly know and whined at his perfectly manicured fingernails. "If only I still had my old nails! I would tear your hair back into shape right now!"

Leon ducked as the vampire swiped at his hair anyway, placing the fedora back on his head. "All right! Fine! I'll brush it out tomorrow."

Joachim eyed him critically. "You had better. I wish I had seen you before tonight, we could have remedied this fashion disaster before…"

"My apologies, I appear to be late." The familiar ever-late voice sat on Leon's other side, his arrival taking both men by surprise.

"Not to worry," Leon assured him, "I'm glad you could make it, Alucard."

Alucard nodded to them both, politely reasserting, "I would prefer it if you referred to me as 'Arikado' when we are out in public."

Joachim blinked at him. "Why? It's not like we're in Japan. They're the only ones who really speak that way."

"True, people will probably just think you're trying too hard to be Gothic. Or a weeaboo," Leon noted.

“A gothic weeaboo?” Joachim suggested.

“A gothic weeaboo,” Leon agreed, admiring the classy black suit Alucard chose to wear in public. Like Joachim, Alucard had decided to color his hair with the times, though typically he stayed to normal colors. Today it was black, completing his modern goth wardrobe.

As a dhampire, Alucard had the good fortune of having many vampiric benefits from his father and immunity to the sun, a gift from his human mother. Despite said immunity, Alucard's skin was still frightfully pale.

It was a pity. Alucard would fit in remarkably well were it not for his skin and mesmerizingly piercing eyes.

Remembering who he had actually come here to meet, Leon questioned, "Did you bring the young one with you?"

Alucard nodded.

Leon looked around expectantly, but didn't see another soul in sight. "Where is he?"

"He's ordering something inside," Alucard finally said.

Knowing that Alucard was never much for words, Leon instead turned to Joachim, who appeared to be closely observing the tips of his hair. "I knew I shouldn't trust that discount brand. It's already washing out."

"But you're not even wet," Leon pointed out.

"I know!" Joachim snapped back.

Deciding that he really needed to evaluate the sanity of who he associated with better, Leon calmly sat and waited for the final member of their party to show.

Eventually, he emerged from the store, sipping his drink through a green straw. The youth wore faded flare jeans, only two unnecessary belts, a long-sleeved black turtleneck, and a white fur-collared trench coat, which he had draped casually over his shoulders.

Leon felt like reminding the boy that it was the middle of summer, but he didn't suppose that would matter to him. Instead, he offered his hand. "Soma Cruz, I presume? I've heard much about you. It's good to finally meet your acquaintance."

Like Joachim and Alucard, Soma appeared to be afflicted with terribly pale skin. His chin-length silver hair framed his face as he leaned down to take Leon's hand, and his cold grey eyes somehow seemed to hold more life to them than they should.

"No need to be so formal Mr…?" Soma said as he reached behind him without looking and grabbed a chair. Easily, he swung it around the opposite way and straddled the seat, leaning forward on the backing of the metal chair. During the entire chair flip, Soma continued to face them, his eyes never leaving Leon’s, and his lips never leaving his drink.

With talent like this, it was no wonder Soma had recently defeated Dracula.

"Leon Belmont, forget the Mr." Leon smiled at him, expecting the usual reaction when people in "the know" heard his full name.

Soma continued to sit in his chair sipping coffee. "Belmont? That's cool. I met Julius Belmont a while ago. Said he'd kill me if I became Dracula. You know him?"

"Both, I'm afraid, though it's been long since I've seen either." Leon admitted. He had meant to stop by for Julius's 30th birthday. He really had.

Soma grinned, "If I didn't win, you might be looking at Dracula right now."

At this, Alucard reached over and slapped Soma's hand without hesitation. "Don't speak of those things in public. It's terribly uncouth."

Soma rolled his eyes. "Yes, grandma, I'll make sure not to tell Leon-Fucking-Belmont that his great-great-great-great-great-great grandson beat my ass with his whip in MY fucking castle when I was ( temporarily) Dracula."

Leon sat aghast at the knowledge and language. Youth these days certainly were different.

Meanwhile, Joachim was grinning maniacally. "I like this one. Can I keep him?"

"No, Joachim, that's the caffeine and bloodlust talking," Leon sighed. "Just finish your coffee."

Joachim pouted, not denying either point, but muttered. "It's tea."

"So Leon, it's cool meeting you and all, but tell me, why'd you drag me out here?" Soma asked.

Not wasting time, Leon leaned in closer, glancing around them quickly to ensure that they wouldn't be overheard by anyone nearby. "Soma, for centuries now, I have helped my descendants defeat Dracula."

"That's cool, but ehh… wouldn't you be helping the other team by helping me?" Soma asked.

"I would be, if you didn't win," Leon said with a grim smile. He wondered how Soma would take his next sentence. "If you didn't win, I would be helping Julius defeat you right now."

Soma grinned at Alucard. "I like this guy, Allie. You don't fuck around with Leon-Fucking-Belmont!"

While Alucard grimaced in disapproval and Joachim dutifully drank his tea, Leon modestly replied, "thanks."

"So Leon, the day needs saving again, right? What've I gotta do this time?" Almost-but-not-quite-Dracula asked, biting his straw before taking another sip.

"I'm glad you asked." Really, Leon was. Clearly, Soma was enthusiastic and ready to help. Now that he knew Soma, he wasn't sure the rebellious teen would have cooperated otherwise. He leaned in closer, motioning for the other three to do the same. "Here's what we've got to do…"

LateNiteSlacker’s Notes:

Thank you for reading this far, and welcome to the first End-of-the-Chapter Trivia! Feel free to challenge yourself to these questions. Comment with your answer if you like. Don’t cheat and look online! That spoils the fun. The real answer will be posted in the next chapter!

Chapter Trivia #1!

Should it be possible for these four to travel together? Why or why not?

#castlevania #alucard #soma cruz #leon belmont #joachim armster #fanfiction #really old fanfiction

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