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harryspet · 4 years

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everything he wanted | peter parker

[WARNINGS] aged up peter x named oc (but limited physical description), noncon/dubcon sex, oral sex (public?),unprotected stuff, jealous peter, cheating

This is my first ever challenge and it’s for @darkficsyouneveraskedfor ‘s What’s Old is New Again Challenge! I chose the prompt “I fell off my pink cloud with a thud.” - Elizabeth Taylor. Roo has AMAZING dark fics so, if you aren’t already, please give her a follow and check out her works!

In which Mia’s wedding is tomorrow and Peter has the damning information to stop it from happening.

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Mia was like family to Peter. He remembered the weekday afternoons when they’d get off the bus together and she’d watch him until his mother came home. They’d put puzzles together and make stupid videos of them lip-syncing to pop songs. She was a few years older than him, beautiful and charismatic so it was only natural that Peter developed a small crush on her. Well, small would be an understatement. But Mia had always belonged to someone else.

First, it was her parents that controlled her, forcing her to practice her dancing day and night while maintaining a 4.0 in school. She resented them for that but she’d never do anything but say kind words to their face. Peter was the only one who knew how she despised her dance competitions. Once she got to high school, Peter saw less of her as he was forced to face the challenges of middle school by himself. Then she met Sawyer and suddenly she didn’t need Peter to console her. He was only a boy. How could he understand the complex workings of a teenage girl?

Peter didn’t hate Sawyer but it was difficult to be cordial when he knew Mia was making a mistake. Becoming Spiderman gave him a distraction though and he craved that. It was the only thing that kept him from thinking about how Mia didn’t need him anymore. He was sure that he didn’t even cross her mind as she went off to college.

It took Mia a few more years to realize that Peter was a man. He was a freshman in college and she was starting her Master’s degree. She wanted to be an author and how perfect was it that Sawyer had just begun his big job at a publishing company. Even their careers were compatible except Mia wasn't writing. Couldn’t write. Couldn’t decide on what would make her unique and it seemed her career was over before it even began.

She solved her problem by getting wasted at Happy and May’s fourth of July barbecue, “Peter, could you take her upstairs to the guest room?” May asked him and he tried not to seem too eager as he nodded, “She needs to sleep this one off.”

He lifted the girl from her place on the couch with ease and she immediately began to wrap her arms around him. He could smell the alcohol coming off of her but he did not let it distract him from savoring her warmth. “Wait, I-I . . . I left my drink downstairs,” she mumbled close to his ear. Her breath tickled his ear and a shiver ran down his spine.

“No,” he spoke quietly, shushing her, “You’re done for the night, Mia.”

She whined.

He carried her into the guest room to tuck her into the bed. He should’ve left it at that. Should’ve. But he lingered. He had to. He was showing so much self-restraint just by not tearing off her clothes and ravishing her.

“I wish you were ... twenty-one. We’d have fun together…,” She smiled but her eyes were closed as she started to nuzzle into the sheets.

“I’m sure we would,” He should already be gone but he leaned over her body and began to caress her hair. He could’ve sworn he heard her purr as his fingers ran through her scalp. Down her shoulder and then down her arm. He had to stop himself before his hand got lower.

His lips pushed into a thin line of frustration as he looked over once more. He pulled at the comforter, covering her body, before slipping out the room. As he closed the door behind him, his hands curled into a fist.

No one else could but with his heightened senses, he heard the thudding from downstairs. He got out of bed, pulling a pair of sweatpants over his boxers, and slipped out of his room.

He found her in the kitchen, clad in a robe, and rummaging through the fridge. She hadn’t even noticed he was there until she shut the fridge door. Her eyes went wide and she almost dropped the three cartons of ice cream she was carrying.

“Some things never change,” Peter said, smiling at her. As he approached, she pushed his shoulder playfully. He was shirtless and her eyes seemed to wander but not for long.

“Shut up, four in the morning is the best time to eat ice cream,” He shook his head, walking around the kitchen island to grab two spoons for them.

He handed her the spoon from the other side of the island as she slid over the carton of cookies and cream ice cream. She remembered his favorite, “Are you feeling better? I thought you’d sleep until next week at least.”

Whatever grin that was on her face fell and she stabbed at her strawberry ice cream with her spoon, “I feel great, Peter,” and then she lifted her face to show him a fake smile. She was beautiful, he thought, even when she wasn’t being genuine.

“Really? Because I recall you best wasted before the sun even went down. I’ve never seen you drink so much … you used to say you’d never be someone who acts like that.”

“Well, I changed my mind. That was before I knew of the healing properties alcohol contains,” She stuffed her mouth with icecream and Peter assumed that the ice cream also contained her healing.

“You can tell me. You used to tell me everything, Mia,” He cocked his head to the side, trying to read her face. She sighed, leaning on the counter as she covered her face in her hands, “Is this what a quarter-life crisis looks like?”

He expected her to laugh, poke fun back at him but it took him only a second to realize that she was crying. He mentally cursed as he hurried around to her. “Mia, please don’t-” He placed a calm hand on her arm before she suddenly crashed into him, and he enveloped her in his arms.

“I’m a failure, Peter. I’m never going to be a good writer. I’m never going to be successful. School is a waste of time. I’m pretty much wasting everyone’s time. My parents especially. Sawyer. He wants to marry me but I’m nothing. And soon he’s gonna realize that and I’ll be alone. My parents won’t want me. And now Aunt May is gonna think I'm drunk. She’s never gonna see me like that girl I used to be. They look at Sawyer and they’re proud. They look at you and they’re proud. You saved the entire world for god sake. Why am I even here on this planet?” He wasn’t sure if she breathed through during her whole spiel. Her arms wrapped around his midsection and his hands caressed her back.

She cried harder into his shoulder.

“You’re not a failure, Mia. This is just a blip in your grand plan for your life. You’ll get through it and you will be a great writer. Even if it sucks, I’ll buy enough copies myself to keep you from going broke,” She laughed for a moment before going back to choking on her sobs, “I know your parents and I know Aunt May, they love you. Even . . . e-even Sawyer. That girl you used to be existed only to please others. Now it’s time to focus on you and what you want, no matter what they think. They’d never leave you. And even if you didn’t have them, you’d have me. No matter what.”

He gently pulled her from him, holding her face so she was staring into his eyes, “No matter what, do you understand?” She nodded, tears rolling down her cheeks.

That was the first time she saw Peter like that. Like a man. Emotionally intelligent. Strong and inviting.

She couldn’t stop herself as she leaned into him and kissed him gently. She pulled away, her eyes wet and wide as she realized the mistake she made. “Peter-” He didn’t let her dwell on it long because he was pulling her in and smashing his lips onto hers.

They melted together. She needed to feel better, feel love and feel like she was needed. He needed her and she was everything he ever wanted. His hand found her waist and pulled her lower body even further against him.

He lifted her quickly and set her on the kitchen island, spreading her legs and setting himself between them. “You’re so beautiful,” He breathed into her ear, leaving a kiss there, then on her jaw and then down her neck. She only moaned in response.

Her robe was already slightly open, revealing her bra. Peter’s hand fumbled with the string and it fell with ease.

“P-Peter, I don’t think we should,” He understood that she needed to pretend that she didn’t want this. Peter only smirked, placing a kiss on the skin of her breast before his fingers found the fabric of her panties. She grabbed his shoulder and he finally looked at her. Really looked at her, “Peter, this changes everything.”

She was just scared, he thought, of what they could be. “I know,” He stated concisely, “But this is what I’ve always wanted, Mia. You’re what I’ve always wanted. I love you.”

Mia knew it was wrong but she said those words back, knowing his “I love you” meant something completely different than hers.

Peter urged her to rest back as he lifted her legs onto the counter and slowly slid off her panties. At that point, she was free for him to devour, and his head slipped between her thighs. Right there on the kitchen counter.

She came once. Then again. And another for good luck, Peter thought.

They were interrupted, though, by a tired voice calling from upstairs, “Peter! Mia! Are you guys eating ice cream in my kitchen this early in the morning? You two aren’t kids anymore, you know?”

No, they certainly weren’t.

“You look great,” Sawyer complimented, giving his fiance a little spin as she twirled in her soft pink dress. It was strapless, accentuating her breast, and flowed down to above her knee. It was something her future mother in law had picked out and that she absolutely adored, “You should wear it to the movie premiere.”

Right, the movie premier. A year ago, she was completely at rock bottom but things were so different now. She had made an amazing friend, ten months ago, an extremely accomplished writer who’s already had three of her novels adapted. The woman had been reading her work and critiquing it but she insisted that Mia had talent. Raw talent not many people could harness.

She could get a book deal one day and, with a blurb from such a famous woman, who knew how successful she could be.

Mia looked again in her mirror and she loved what she saw. Sawyer, the rock on her finger, her new mentor, and this dress. She pecked his cheek and he continued to button up his dress shirt. Brunch was happening soon and tonight was her bachelorette party. Tomorrow she’d be a married woman and she finally was proud to be someone Sawyer could love.

She was running a brush through her hair when Sawyer suddenly got a call. He smiled at her as if to say he was annoyed to be getting a call from work the day before his wedding, and she returned it.

Sawyer was doing very well at his job too. His father described him as “practically running the place only after two years”. And he was always sweet to her. Someone who paid attention to the small things. Completely devoted.

Everyone they met had always said, even though they were both young, they could tell Mia and Sawyer were meant to be together.

After deciding her hair was as perfect as it was going to get, she left the bathroom. Their hotel room was gigantic, a presidential suite that they’d come to consummate their wedding. After that, they were jet setting across the world for three weeks. She was the most excited for the three nights in Paris.

As she stepped into the master bedroom, her heart stopped as Peter entered the room. He shut the double doors that connected to the living room, clad in his spider suit except for his mask. His eyes finally met hers and he looked her over as if he was an addict and she was his fix, “You look gorgeous,” He said, solemn because he knew that dress wasn’t for his eyes.

There was no way he walked through the front door. He must have come in from the balcony.

“Where’s Sawyer?”

Peter’s eyes darkened at the mention of that name, “Busy,” He stepped further into the room, admiring all the beautiful details. He threw his masks onto the bed and sighed.

“Peter, please-”

“I didn’t kill him, okay. And he won’t remember a thing,” Peter wished he could kill him. Sawyer was the reason that he couldn’t have Mia. Her eyes were wide with fear, “Oh, don’t look at me like that.”

There were dark circles around his eyes and his bottom lip was bleeding, “Why are you here?”

“For you, Mia,” Peter spoke as if his intentions were obvious, “I don’t want you to marry him. I want you to choose me.”

“The wedding is tomo-”

“I know,” Peter slouched onto the bed, his palm on his forehead, “I was going to let it happen. I was this close to letting you ruin the rest of your life.”

“Peter, what happened with us was a mistake,” And she twisted the knife further into his already bleeding heart, “I thought my feelings were obvious when I ended things last year. I love you, Peter, I do. But you’re like a brother to me.”

He moved his hand, turning his head toward her, “What is it you want me to do? What would make you say no to him?”

“Nothing,” She spoke through gritted teeth, “Now, leave. You can’t just show up here like this the day before my wedding!”

Peter sat up on the bed, his fiery gaze burning holes into her, “I don’t want to threaten you, Mia.”

“Then don’t,” Mia’s lips trembled as her eyes narrowed on the door. Her phone was on the nightstand on the other side of the bed. If she yelled for help, maybe some housekeeper would hear.

Peter noticed. Of course, he did, “Mia, don’t-” She had already decided to make a run for the door but as soon as she got close, his webs had covered both the door handles.

She looked towards the balcony doors and, he was too quick, those doors were snapped shut too. As if he were reading her mind, a web shot out to grab her phone, before slammed into pieces on the door behind her. “You’re insane!” She screamed as she began pounding on the shut door.

He was standing now but still close to the bed, “Don’t you think Sawyer deserves to hear about last summer? I mean, yeah, we ate ice cream but I also tasted a lot other sweet things that night,” She felt her heart stop, “May will kill me but she deserves to hear about it too. It was her kitchen counter, after all.”

Mia froze, and tears stung her eyes, “You can’t, Peter,” She faced him, “You can’t.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” He was with her, wiping her tears a second later, “I won’t. I won’t. But we do things on my terms.”

She stared at him, a sad and incredulous look on her face, “I can’t cancel my wedding, Peter. I can’t do that to Sawyer.”

His eyes went black like a flip had been switched, “Then give me everything else.”

He grabbed her, lifting her before bringing her to the bed. She landed with a bounce, attempting to crawl away before he grabbed her ankle and pulled her back, “I’m sure you don’t want to be tied down with webs, Mia, so I wouldn’t fight this if I were you.”

With her legs hanging off the bed, he reached for her dress. “P-Peter, please be gentle,” She begged, struggling against him.

“You had your chance for that,” He pulled down the top of the dress, revealing her breast, before resorting to ripping it down the middle in order to get it off. Her bra and underwear were small obstacles as well.

This wasn’t him. He was a sweet, caring boy but she had made him a monster.

He threw the material to the side before raising his right arm. A holographic keyboard floated around his forearm and with a few taps, his suit began disappearing scale by scale. “Get on your knees,” He commanded and she stared, dumbfounded. Staring over his naked torso, she realized he was even more muscular than the year before. Before she could open her mouth to protest he said, “Now, your fiance is right out that door. Don’t make me wait.”

She hesitated again and his bare hand snapped around her neck, dragging her forward until she was forced to her knees. Until she could feel the full force of his powers and realize she was helpless against him. Against his love for her. She couldn’t stop him, she knew that “This. Isn’t. You,” She gasped for air.

“Do I look like an illusion, angel?” She didn’t answer and he slowly let go of her throat, “Touch me, start with your hands.”

She scowled up at him and he shot her a warning look. One that said, I have the information that could ruin your life. Burst the bubble around the perfect little life you created.

So she did. She held his length in his hand, stroking up and down slowly. It didn’t take long for it to grow harder in her grasp. Tears still in her eyes, she pushed on. She wasn’t guilty last year but she was now.

Peter groaned, ordering her to look at him every time her face fell. He loved the feeling of her hands around him and the sight of her on her knees, “Very good, angel,” He praised, a sinister smile on his face, “Now, open your mouth.”

For a moment, a brief one, she thought he would be gentle with her since she was complying. She was wrong because as soon she opened her mouth, he shoved his length inside. She choked, saliva beginning to run down her chin but this only seemed to encourage him.

Her hands pressed against his rock hard thighs as she tried to gain some control. He only pushed away from her hands and held her head tighter. He bunched up the locks of her hair and pushed her head forward. In and out and then over and over again. Her eyes stung even more now

She swore a growl rumbled through his body as he thrust into her mouth. The desire he had for her was carnal and, at his mercy, she wasn’t sure how she’d turn out after he was done ravishing her.

“Good girl,” Peter grunted, “That’s it,” He pulled away from her mouth, a trail of saliva dripping from her mouth down to her thighs. Peter relished in the idea of waking up to a sore throat tomorrow and having to think of him as she said: “I do”.

Besides that, the greatest satisfaction would come from finishing inside her.

Mia understood she was coming next but, as Peter forced her to stand and pushed her onto the bed, she expected some sort of warm-up. Instead, he simply spread her legs, crawled on top of her and pushed inside of her.

He gripped her thigh with one hand and the other rested beside her head. With him pressed against her, she had no room to escape the full force of him. She came quickly, faster than she expected, but the pressure inside her seemed relentless. He seemed to find the right spot every time.

She cried out before she could bite down on her lip to silence herself. It only made him thrust harder, deeper and faster. He kissed her, deeply, and took in the moans that were being forced out of her, “You’re mine,” He grunted, “Say you’re mine. Tell me you love me.”

Another orgasm was already approaching for her and, despite all that had happened, she wanted it, “I-I’m yours,” She breathed, knowing that was what he wanted all along, “I love you.”

She’d never belong to her husband. Not when Peter would be there to claim what was his at any moment he could.

That was all he ever needed and, with those words, he buried his face into her neck and finished deep inside her.

Peter swore she’d be the only girl he ever loved.

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annepikachu · 3 years

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MORSE CODE AND CHICKEN DRUMSTICKS (EXO Xiumin × Reader)

(FANFIC)

- Anne (Pikachu)

Note: Reader= Yn (Your name) (female)

13 chapters. Fluff. Lots of beautiful smiles.

(Also, there’s a small reference to Taylor Swift's lyrics because I love her.)

Happy reading!

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Yn sighed and plopped down on the seat in her favorite corner of the library. She has a painful assignment to complete. Yes painful because she has been procrastinating until the day before she has to hand over the assignment.

“Humm, lately this library has been bustling with so many visitors”, she observed. “What’s up? Are they giving out chicken drumsticks for free?” Her eyes wandered around trying to figure out the reason. “Aah, that must be it" as her gaze stopped and hovered over the librarian’s desk. There’s this unrealistically cute guy who joined the post of the librarian a few days back. His predecessor had retired. And since then the library is mostly housefull. “Okay Yn stop staring at him as if you’re looking at a pizza. You look like a creep right now. Do your homework”, she mentally slapped herself and put on her headphones, opened her favorite Playlist and focused on her assignment.

Kim Minseok was surprised at the drastic change in the number of visitors in the library since the third day of his joining. He had heard from his predecessor about the library being usually empty. He was actually relieved by this fact. He was happy to see that a puppy eyed guy and a Yoda eared guy who seem to be a couple, a guy who always wears a bear hoodie and sometimes accompanied by two toddlers, a pair of cute granny and grandpa, and a clumsy handsome young lady are the only daily visitors. But it seems that his relief was short-lived.

The library has turned into Dalian Beach these days. The girls come with the pretext of reading books here but end up gushing about how handsome he is. One of them didn’t even realize that she was ‘reading’ her book upside down and yet another straightaway came up and put a can of coke on his desk. But these don’t bother him much because he is used to the flood of compliments coming from people irrespective of gender and age. Thankfully the library gets quite empty an hour before closing.

“Oh that handsome girl is still writing. She must have a huge assignment. She usually reads some interesting books at this time of day”, he kept looking at her. “Later on I should suggest her some of my favorites as well". He resumed his work but was soon distracted by the sound of a continuous tapping. His eyes narrowed.

Yn was frustrated by the last portion of her assignment and soon found herself tapping her fingers to the beat of the music playing in her headphones. “Screw it, I give up.” She paused. “Oh well I’ll just do the rest after having my supper. Don’t wanna upset Professor Junmyeon.” She slammed shut her notebook and was startled to find the cute librarian standing right in front of her.

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“Umm sorry for startling you, but I wanted to ask you something.”

“Yes?” Yn was confused. What could this cute guy possibly want to know?

“Did you miss your lunch? Or are you craving for chicken drumsticks just for the sake of chicken drumsticks?”

“Huh?”

“I mean I heard you saying ‘chicken drumsticks’ over and over just now, tapping, to be precise”

“I did not. Well I had thought about it a few hours ago but not now. What makes you think so?”

“Those tapping sounds you made just now. They kinda translated into ‘chicken drumsticks’ though.”

“Really? Are you talking about Morse code?” Yn replayed that portion of the song and tapped consciously, noting down the codes while Minseok looked at her with amusement. “Holy Guacamole!” She sprang up. “You are right. Wow this is amazing!”

“So you were just tapping to the beat that turned out to be saying chicken drumsticks?”

The next moment they collapsed on the floor laughing at this curious conversation.

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III

Yn couldn’t spare time to go to the library for a week but finally she was back on her usual routine. She waved back at Minseok and broke into a giggle as she remembered the conversation about ‘chicken drumsticks’. After sometime she got up to search for another book and almost bumped into Minseok, shrieked and fell on her butt. She got back on her feet, “Whoa, you really do have a knack for scaring off people”.

“My bad. It was you who bolted in here though.” His pout made Yn's heart go UwU. “Anyway which book are you searching for?...This? Okay. Here you go"

Just as she turned and started walking back to her desk, Minseok suddenly asked “By the way Yn, you didn’t ask me my name yet".

“Oh right.” She proceeded towards him. “What is your name Mr Minseok Kim a.k.a Xiumin?”

“H-How did you know my name? Even Xiumin?” He stuttered.

“Doesn’t everyone in the college? You’re probably the only librarian who has a fan-page dedicated to him.” She chuckled in amusement.

“Wow, I had no idea", he whispered.

“They post your pictures from shooting range so I guess those are already pretty much on public domain. But you can check if they have posted any private picture of yours and maybe hit report", she suggested. “Anyway I’ll borrow this book for a week.”

“Huh? Oh right. I’ll issue it right away.” He was dazed from the information overload.

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“Earth to Minseok. What are you thinking about? And what’s with the occasional smile too? Did you inhale Nitrous Oxide?” Sehun asked puckering his brows.

“Uh just two weird conversations I had with a girl. By the way, do you know I apparently have a fan-page dedicated to me?”

“Really?” It was evident that Sehun was feeling nervous for some reason.

“It seems you know something about this. C’mon spill.” Minseok insisted.

“Err well it was I who created the fan-page. Because you’re undeniably the coolest one here in the range. I even added the tagline ‘that’s right, my type’!"

“You little rascal!” He flicked Sehun's forehead. “I had the shock of my life when I came to know about this!”

“But Xiu, who’s the girl you were talking about?” Sehun had a mischievous glint in his eye. “Is that why you were smiling just now? Tell me more about it!”

“Dude it’s not what you think! She is a regular visitor in the library and we had just two conversations. I was surprised that she knew my arcade name Xiumin. And it was she who told me about the fan-page.”

“You have a crush oh her, don’t you? How is she like? Did you ask her out?”

“Relax Hun. We just talked about Morse code.”

“Ugh that’s such a turn off.”

“But she’s quite interesting. She’s handsome yes. And cute too.”

“I knew it! You’re whipped for her! Ask her out.”

“Calm down Hun. I’m not sure about how I feel and I don’t even know if she has a lover. Or if she is at all interested in me.”

“Don’t you underestimate your charm Xiu. And she isn’t interested in you? You get so many love letters, did you forget that? She might be charmed by your smile but probably doesn’t show it. She has a set boundary maybe?”

“I don’t want to draw inferences” Minseok sighed. “But yes I’d love to keep talking to her.”

“Use Morse code.” Sehun chuckled.

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Finally it’s FriYay night and Yn couldn’t be happier staying in her pajamas and being lazy for the next two days. But what the hell! She can’t find her headphones anywhere. And she doesn’t remember where she had last placed them. They were a gift from her cousin. Chanyeol would be upset. She will ask his boyfriend Baekhyun to calm him down and herself buy a new one in the meantime.

Her thoughts were interrupted by her phone ringing.

“Hey Yn, Minseok here. I got your number from the library register. Sorry to call your number without your permission but I just found your headphones in the library and thought I should inform you right then.” He sounded sheepish.

“Phew, I’m so relieved! I was searching for them everywhere and almost decided to buy a new one. Thank you Minseok! I’m glad that you found them.”

“Uh it’s okay. I’m relieved too. So do you need these urgently? Then I can wait in front of the library and hand them over to-"

“No no, I don’t need them right at this moment, but… Umm can you please keep them with you until Monday? I visit the library everyday anyway. I’m too lazy to step out now.”

“Hahaha, okay okay. Don’t worry about that. See you on Monday”

Yn rolled back on her bed smiling. “I’ll have to treat him to chicken drumsticks for real.”

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“Thanks a lot Minseok." Yn took back her headphones and smiled with her heart eyes now making Minseok's heart go UwU. “Even if it’s not a big deal for you, I am really grateful to you and so I got something for you as a token.” She then started tapping on the desk. Minseok looked at her inquiringly but soon started interpreting the codes as she tapped away. “Got a box of chicken drumsticks for you. Hope you like them.”

He looked at her in surprise. “Who does not like drumsticks? You did not really have to do this though. Thank you for this.”

“Bon Appétit”, she said as she gave him the box. “Well, I need to hurry now. See you later.”

“Why is she so adorable?” He wondered while staring at the box in his hands.

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VII

Yn was having several bad days at a stretch now. She spent weeks without sleeping at night and watched FIFA world cup instead. Her favorite team was eliminated in the semifinals. And now the lack of sleep was taking a toll on her. She barely managed to complete all her pending assignments on time. Professor Junmyeon was still upset with her because she omitted a portion of her assignment carelessly. Her neighborhood cat disappeared without a trace. She avoided a freak accident but witnessed several persons getting severely injured. She has grown tired of her menstrual cramps which were being very cruel to her this time. And the last nail in the coffin: she had a quarrel with her bestfriend Jongdae today. Physically and mentally exhausted she placed her hand on her stomach and sat on a bench behind the canteen of the college and started sobbing silently.

Minseok was leaving early today because the library was practically empty today. Even Yn didn’t come. He suddenly spotted someone sitting hunched on a bench at a distance. It seemed that the person was hurt in the stomach. He rushed over there.

“Yn? What happened to you? What’s wrong? Why are you crying? Are you hurt somewhere? Tell me what’s wrong.” Minseok sat beside her worriedly, held her shoulders and turned her towards him. She buried her face in his chest and burst into loud sobs. He instantly engulfed her in his hug and patted her head. “It’s okay Yn. Let it out.” Over the months he grew close to her. They both had a lot of friendly banters and of course some crazy conversations through Morse code. Seeing her cry now tugged at his heartstrings. “Breathe Yn. Take deep breaths. Yes. Do you want to talk about it?”

“I hate crying. I-I don’t want to be like this.” Yn said between her sobs. “I had way too many bad days to handle and-" she paused abruptly. The cramps were back again. She curled up in pain.

“And you are having cramps?” He finished her sentence. “You’ll be fine. Yn. Just endure a bit, okay?” Still holding her tight in his hug he reached out for his bag and took out a heating pad. “Here, Yn. Take this.” He kept on stroking her head and occasionally rubbing her back while she tended to her cramps.

“You okay now?”

Yn pulled back from the hug when the cramps subsided. “Thank you Minseok. Yes, I feel better now.”

“I’m glad.” He handed her some tissue paper. “Now wipe your tears and come with me” He led her to the canteen.

“Here, have a cup of hot chocolate. You’ll get relief… That’s right yes. Drink slowly.” He sat beside her and stroked her head. “Done?... Okay"

Yn started sniffling. “Yn, is everything okay?” Minseok panicked.

She nodded her head. “I’m just touched by your gesture. Thanks for making me feel better.”

Minseok smiled. “That’s what friends do. Well, it’s pretty late now. Let me drop you off at your house. Let’s go.”

“I have an extra helmet and I drive pretty well and my bike is well maintained.”

“I didn’t say anything.” Yn giggled.

“Well I just made a declaration so you don’t feel threatened. Just don’t fall asleep that’s all.” He was relieved to hear her laugh again.

“Aye aye Master Xiu.”

^_^ ^_^ ^_^

VIII

Yn saw that Jongdae wasn’t present in the classroom. She decided she’d visit his house later today and sort out the misunderstanding. She walked out of the classroom during recess hour. Suddenly someone hugged her tight. She smiled and hugged him back. She knew it was Jongdae. “I’m sorry Yn. There was a misunderstanding. I shouldn’t have reacted that way. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“It’s okay Dae, I realized that. And I would have anyway barged into your house had you not come to college.”

“So, are we good now?”

“Of course!”

“Okay then pretty please! Help me pick out a pendant for my girlfriend. I’ve selected some of them but couldn’t finally decide among them. Come with me to the shop later today.”

Yn scowled. “This is why you rushed to patch it up with me huh?”

“Gosh! No no no that’s not it! I’ll treat you to ice cream. Okay?”

“Okay. Deal"

Jongdae sighed. “The way you react to food, I’m pretty sure you’ll drop me in a heartbeat if someone offers you food.”

Suddenly Ji-eun appeared out of nowhere and fake punched Jongdae's face. “How dare you make my Yn baby upset? Yes Yn drop him right away. I’ll treat you to a truckload of ice cream.”

“Guys!!” Jongin appeared and walked towards them making the corridor his runway.

Yn couldn’t deny once she had a tiny crush on him.

“Guess what? Kyungsoo cooked Spaghetti for us!” Jongin screamed. And the four of them dashed to the canteen.

^_^ ^_^ ^_^

Yixing was already there with Kyungsoo when they reached the canteen. “Dig in guys", Kyungsoo said as they huddled around the table.

“Okay guys! I’ve some tea to spill", Ji-eun announced while looking at Yn intently.

“Spill! Spill! Spill!” They chanted in unison.

“Apparently Yn has gotten herself a boyfriend and decided to conceal the fact".

Yn almost choked. “Wha- when? Even I don’t know I have a boyfriend?”

“Oh yeah? I saw that cute librarian dropping you off at your house yesterday night. You turned to hug him but you seemed shy.” Ji-eun added with a glee “And friends don’t feel shy Yn.”

Yn protested. “I had my reasons. He’s not what you guys think.” She remembered that she hugged Minseok out of gratitude towards him for taking care of her. She had hesitated initially thinking whether it would be appropriate. But she hugged him anyway.

Suddenly someone put their chin on Yn’s left shoulder and yet another put their chin on her right shoulder and both said in unison, “Well well Yn, you never told us anything about this!”

Yn almost fell from her seat. She turned around to see Chanyeol and Baekhyun smiling mischievously at her.

“So is he or is he not-” Chanyeol said while taking a seat. “Your crush?”, added Baekhyun.

Yn shrugged. “I am not sure. I’ve way too many crushes at this point and you guys know that.”

“The most recent crush is our senior Jessi, right", Yixing asked.

“Well yes but I can only admire her from afar”, Yn replied dreamily.

“Anyway get to the point guys.” Chanyeol took the reins. “So apparently it seems he has a soft corner for Yn. I’ve noticed that. And now we must root for Yn and make sure they end up together. So whats our plan?”

“How about kidnapping him and threatening him to date Yn"? Kyungsoo asked excitedly.

“No way!” Jongin protested.

“You’re going to get all of us in trouble, Soo", Baekhyun chuckled.

“Isn’t that the easiest way out?”, Kyungsoo pouted.

“That’s not how things work, Kyungsoo-ah", Jongin said while poking at Kyungsoo's cheek.

Yn could sense that everyone noticed something was brewing between Jongin and Kyungsoo but unsurprisingly they chose to focus on Yn today.

“Well even I agree that’s the easiest way out but we don’t want to get in trouble.” Jongdae said seriously, “so Yn you better speed up and ask him out. And don’t deny that you don’t feel anything for him.”

Yn was again reminded about how she felt fuzzy while being engulfed in Minseok’s hug. He’s definitely a good friend. But she didn’t want to rush things up.

“And Yn if you want to daydream instead of eating that last spoonful of Spaghetti”, Yixing got up and snatched her spoon and finished off the remaining Spaghetti. “Let me have it.”

“I swear to God Yixing!” Yn sprang up. “I’m gonna train Inzaghi to chase you!”

“Now who’s Inzaghi?” Jongin asked suspiciously.

“It’s the Vincenzo effect.” Baekhyun explained. “It’s a neighborhood pigeon and the naming courtesy goes to Yn", Ji-eun added.

“Don’t you guys dare to give out spoilers, some of us are lagging behind an episode or two”, the rest of them warned.

^_^ ^_^ ^_^

Minseok was standing in the balcony of the library replaying in his head the events of yesterday. He didn’t expect Yn to hug him again and make his heart beat erratically. Sehun was right. He is falling for Yn gradually.

“Hey Minseok are you alright?” Minseok heard Yn’s voice and realized he had zoned out thinking of her. “You seem to have caught a cold.” Yn was worried.

“Oh yes it was raining in my area yesterday and I got drenched".

“Uh oh I’m so sorry. You wouldn’t have gotten drenched had you not accompanied me to drop me off.”

“Well it was raining for quite a long time and I’d have anyway gotten drenched even if I had reached my place earlier. So blame the clouds Yn.” Minseok chuckled making Yn giggle at his explanation.

“But seriously though, you don’t look good. I think you have a fever too.” Yn put her palm on his forehead. Minseok was flustered looking down at her worried face. Yn didn’t realize she was standing at almost zero distance from him. Before he could utter anything Yn grabbed his wrist. “You need to visit the doctor right now", Yn said dragging him downstairs towards the doctor’s room.

“He’s running a high fever. I’m giving some medicine.” The doctor took out a file of capsules. “And I think it’s better if you lie down and take rest in the sick room until your fever goes down.”

“But the libr-" Minseok tried to protest but was cut off by Yn’s stern glare.

“Library can wait. Health first Minseok". Yn crossed her arms.

“Tell your assistant about your situation. He can handle the library for sometime.” The doctor suggested.

“You should head back to library Yn. You went there to read, right? I’ll stay here until my fever goes down. Don’t worry I won’t run away from here.”

“I can read later. Now you close your eyes and take rest.” Yn said sitting on the chair beside the bed while stroking Minseok’s head absent-mindedly.

^_^ ^_^ ^_^

Yn could sense that Minseok was staring at her for a long time. The library was crowded as usual. She mouthed “what happened?” but he just smiled and shook his head and resumed his work. He seemed tensed for some reason.

She heard him tapping on his desk when the crowd thinned. Her eyes grew wide. He- did he tap “will you go on a date with me?” She saw him walk towards her.

Minseok spoke hesitantly, “I know I asked you all of a sudden, but I like you. I’ve been debating whether I should tell you this for weeks but I couldn’t hold back any further. You don’t need to tell me right now about how you feel. Take your time. And it’s absolutely fine if you don’t feel the same way. But can we maybe go on a friend date atleast?”

Yn thought for a while. “Sure. Let’s have a friend date.” She smiled. “Where are we going then?”

“I was thinking of taking you to my shooting range. We can play some rounds and have snacks later on there. How about this Sunday afternoon?”

“Sounds great!” Her eyes lit up. “But! On one condition.”

“And what’s that?” He asked cautiously.

“Bring me a bouquet of chicken drumsticks that day.” Yn replied with a wide grin.

“As you wish.” He smiled widely as he touched her nose-tip with his forefinger.

^_^ ^_^ ^_^

XII

“This is such a cool place!” Yn ran around inside the shooting range, looking at everything in awe. Minseok watched her with an amused smile. Yn picked up a gun and aimed at the target.

“Wait.” Minseok came up behind her and held her arms. She felt her back against his chest. Her heart started thumping. “Focus Yn. Keep your arm straight while holding the gun. You don’t wanna hurt yourself when the gun recoils.” He adjusted her arms. “Now fire.” She hit the target.

Yn was ecstatic. “Minseok let’s play a round then. I’ll go first.”

He kept on smiling and hyped her up every time she aimed with the gun. She was just unbelievably adorable. And a sharpshooter too. She missed the target only once. He fell for her deeper every time she flashed an adorable smile at him after hitting the target.

“It’s my turn now. And I’m going to beat you in this round.” He winked at her.

Yn gaped at him while he shot the targets one by one. He looked darn sexy in that pose. He got ready for the last target and was just about to press the trigger. “I like you too, Minseok!” She blurted out. Minseok was shocked and turned his face towards Yn. The trigger went off and he missed the target.

“It’s a draw! It’s a draw! You didn’t beat me!” Yn jumped and danced gleefully around him.

“So, you- you said that just to make me miss my target? And nothing more?” Minseok looked at her sadly and turned his back to her.

“No! Oh no no you got the wrong idea.” She tugged at his sleeve. “I really meant it when I said I like you.” Minseok turned towards Yn in surprise. She went on, “I have been thinking about it ever since you told me about your feelings. I had already decided I’d tell you about my feelings today. But I couldn’t just suppress the urge to fool around a bit when I got the opportunity to.”

“You’re such a cheeky girl!” Minseok exclaimed and chased her.

“You won’t catch me that easily! I run fast.” Yn shouted while running ahead of him.

“Well not faster than I!” Minseok wrapped his arms around her waist, lifted her off the ground and spun round, making her blush.

“It’s getting late, Yn, let’s go now.” Minseok said tugging at her.

“I’m not able to handle this gun properly.” Yn pouted.

“It’s okay, I’ll show you how to. But later, okay? It’s getting really late now.” Minseok couldn’t stop chuckling at her antics.

Minseok and Yn bumped into Sehun outside the shooting range. “Yn, this is Sehun, one of my teammates in the shooting range. And a TMI, he’s the one who created that fan-page.” Minseok gave Sehun a fake glare. “And Sehun, this is Yn, my date.”

“Nice to meet you, Yn.” Sehun gave her a warm handshake. “Do you like this place and my bro here?”

“I love it here! I’m gonna come here often now.” Yn replied. “And yes I like him too.” She said looking at Minseok shyly.

Minseok blushed. “I’m dropping her off at her house. I’ll see you tomorrow Hun.”

Sehun smirked and managed to whisper into Minseok’s ear, “you are lucky that she’s into Morse code. So did you confess to her using Morse code?”

“Don’t give me that look you cheesy little brat.” Minseok whisper-yelled at him.

Yn stopped by her gate. “I really had a great time with you. Thank you for today Minseok.”

“I’m also glad to spend some time with you. See you tomorrow.” Minseok stopped before turning back to his bike. “So are we dating officially now Yn?”

“Yes. A thousand times yes.” Yn smiled.

He walked closer to her, leaned close to her lips and locked his eyes with hers seeking permission. She nodded nervously while standing on her tiptoes and placed her hands on his shoulders. Wrapping his arms around her he pulled her in and she was a little more brave. It’s the first kiss, it’s flawless, really something. It’s fearless. Yn didn’t care now if Ji-eun was sitting by her window and keeping an eye on her. Yn would tell her group of friends everything tomorrow.

But the thing is, Ji-eun really saw Yn with Minseok. She had a triumphant smile on her lips.

^_^ ^_^ ^_^

XIII

Yn saw that everyone in her squad was giving her a cheeky smile while swarming towards her. “Guys, I can explain. I wanted to tell everything face to face. That’s why I didn’t text anyone.”

“And I saw them kissing too!” Ji-eun said excitedly and made a kissing gesture towards Yn.

Yn had a flashback of yesterday. He was very gentle with her. She absolutely melted in his kiss.

“I bet Yn is having flashbacks of that moment.” Jongdae smirked. “Look at her. Her face is a beetroot now.”

“You guys!” Yn stomped her feet.

“Okay, okay calm down Yn. Let’s have a lunch together today, shall we? Tell Minseok to join us.” Chanyeol spoke.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, call him.” Everyone shouted in unison.

“Okay. Okay. Chill.” Yn giggled while dialing Minseok’s number.

Minseok blended well with Yn’s noisy and cheeky friends. Yn was glad how things turned out.

“So, Yn and Minseok. Tell us how did you two end up together. What was the catalyst? The squad wants to know.” Yixing said holding up a spoon as if it were a mic.

The couple turned to each other and smiled. They both knew what they were about to say. Minseok and Yn turned again towards the squad and said, “not just one. There were two catalysts. Morse code and Chicken drumsticks.”

-----(The end)-----

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P.S. Those who are wondering how did Minseok know Yn’s name (in chapter III), I leave it to your imagination. ;-)

He might have seen the library register, or might have noticed the name on her notebook when she shut it, or maybe her headphones were customised to bear her name on them and he noticed that. The choice is yours. And why did Yn not get surprised? Well she’s quick-witted too.

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I am not sure you are taking requests or not, but I got this idea and I really wished you could write something for it, 'about Eisuke falling in love with his secretary and make it a bit dramatic'. I know it may be a lot to ask but all your written works have been so beautiful, I just had to ask you. No problem if you couldn't do it :).

Hi there! I’m so glad you sent a request! Yes my requests are open, I only just realised that I haven’t put it anywhere on my blog that they are open... oops! Anyway, I’ve never written a secretary story before so this was definitely a challenge, thanks to @flatsuke and @leoamber66 for helping me find a solid plot to use. And thanks to @lin-ful for just being amazing! This story is 8000+ words so that’s why it took some time to get this to you. I hope this is what you wanted, if not I hope you at least appreciate the time and effort I took to writing this. Enjoy!

Keep Me By Your Side

They say patience is a fool’s game. Waiting for love will weigh your heart down heavily like an anchor in the ocean. But saying ‘I love you’ to Eisuke Ichinomiya will get you nowhere fast. What does he know about love? Kindness? Happiness?

He was young when he was made CEO of the Ichinomiya Group. He was even younger when he lost his mother to the scythe of death, when he lost his sister to a different, better, whole, and lovable family. When he lost his father to the mist of uncertainty. What could a man filled with emptiness from a traumatic childhood, know about love?

He’s arrogant but he’s suave. A businessman through and through. Ruthless and cunning. Intelligent and sarcastic. Sweet-toothed with hidden compassion. A passionate hater of peas. A wonderful smile when he is genuine. And believe me, I have only ever seen this smile once in my whole career.

He never gets drunk and he spends more time at his auctions than with women. No woman other than me has stayed longer than a night at his penthouse. No other woman knows that Eisuke prefers warm weather to cold. No other woman knows how he likes his coffee: sweet using three sugar cubes and milk. I still remember the first time I made him coffee.

‘It’s adequate.’

‘Really?!’

‘Do it again. It needs more milk.’

‘Okay!’

I remember when he told me about his life. I remember his touch when he wiped away dewy tears. Telling me that it was a long time ago. That he just wants the truth. Closure.

That’s why, as his secretary, I have to be there for him. Because Mr Ichinomiya, founder, and owner of the Tres Spades Hotels around the globe, the mastermind behind the black market auctions and my boss, has brought me down to my knees…

In love.

I am in love with Eisuke Ichinomiya.

I want to shout it out to the world.

Scream it at the top of my lungs as if his name is my breath.

But I can’t.

Because I am only his secretary.

‘Here’s your schedule for today. After lunch, you have a meeting with a potential investor for the new Tres Spades Restaurants. He wants to propose different menus and VIP arrangements plus staff requirements for the restaurant in Sydney, Australia.’ I hand Eisuke his tablet and a folder filled with paperwork.

‘Hm. And the auctions?’

‘All set. Baba is still looking for the specific item that you requested but we have plenty of other materials to sell tonight. Soryu has sent the invitations and Mamoru will get back to you about the increasing police activity here lately. And Ota… well he’s being Ota.’

‘Pfft, of course he is.’ Eisuke looks up at me.

‘And Luke?’

‘He nearly fondled my collarbones… again. But he is ready to proceed with the surgery this week.’

Eisuke narrows his eyes at me.

‘Tell Luke to come see me before then. And you know better than to visit Luke immediately after a surgery.’

I rub the back of my head nervously.

‘Well, you told me to see him right away so… I was just following orders.’ Eisuke sighs in response.

‘Oh! And Luke told me to tell you that he needs another x-ray of your collarbones.’

‘Why? I already gave him one a few months ago.’ The annoyance is written all over his features.

‘Because he left it in the other clinic in New York. Luke doesn’t have an x-ray here in Tokyo.’

He unconsciously pouts at his laptop screen.

‘Isn’t one enough?’

‘Apparently not…’ It takes everything in me not to stroke his head to comfort him.

‘What about your collarbones?’

‘When we got back, while you were still in London, Luke did a medical examination on me so he got an x-ray of mine.’

‘Remind me to ban him from using the x-ray machine.’ I reply with a giggle instead of words.

‘Vivian.’ He says with urgency.

I salute military style.

‘Yes sir!’

‘… You would make a clumsy soldier.’

‘Hey!’

‘If there’s nothing else, get me coffee and leave.’

I bow and attend to my duties. After giving Eisuke his coffee, I head down to the lobby to find Mr Kenzaki. The lobby is busy as always with staff running around attending to the whims of the guests. New guests checking in and old guests leaving satisfied by their stay. The Tres Spades never disappoints.

I spot Mr Kenzaki by the reception. I catch his eye and he walks towards me by the penthouse elevator.

‘Ah Vivian, is there something you need?’

‘Yes, the Boss will need the conference room after lunch. We will need it for a few hours.’

‘Of course, I will have it set up. Do you need the projector?’

I think for a moment.

‘I’m not entirely sure but set it up anyway. Better to have it on and not use it, than need it when it’s off.’

He smiles warmly at me.

‘I understand. I am glad to see that you have become a capable and worthy secretary to Mr Ichinomiya.’ I blush at his teasing words.

‘Thank you. But we both know that Boss would choose you over me any day of the week.’

‘Haha, I’m not quite sure he is that attached.’ I highly doubt that actually, but I don’t tell him that.

‘The guest is Mr Lance and he will be arriving in a few hours. Make sure the lobby is prepared. Boss and I will come down to greet him.’

‘Very well. Make sure to take breaks every now and again Vivian.’

‘Yes, I will.’ Mr Kenzaki has always been obedient and thoughtful. I admire his dedication to Eisuke and the others plus he was a huge help to me when I first started working at the Tres Spades. He’s almost like an uncle or a grandfather (I’m sorry Mr Kenzaki! I promise you’re still young!) to me and the others.

I return to the elevator, swipe my key card, press no. 51 and watch the metal doors close. Turning around, I watch the outside world grow smaller and smaller as the elevator pulls up. There was a time when I was bewildered by the sheer size of this hotel. Over 50 floors of suites and boutiques and shops and the auctions all bundled into one.

Funnily enough, I worked with Eisuke’s adopted father, Akira Ichinomiya before I came to work for Eisuke. Akira took me in when I was first starting out in business and he taught me the ropes. He introduced me to Eisuke a little after Akira retired and, although he retired, he still worked within the Ichinomiya Group to make things a little easier for Eisuke. We met a few times over the years before Akira decided to send me to Japan to work for Eisuke as his secretary instead. I was more than miffed to hear of his decision without consulting me, especially since we had gotten so close with each other. I lost my grandfather when I was young so Akira ended up filling in that void.

Akira assured me that Eisuke would teach me more about how the Ichinomiya Group runs and I couldn’t say more. With my salary increased and bags packed, I got into the private jet and waited to see my new boss.

Looking back, I think I put up a bit too much of a fuss because Eisuke became a wonderful teacher, and a great friend. He listened to me and my problems even though he never needed to.

‘I have to make sure that my employees are at their best. Physically and mentally. Hearing your small problems is nothing to the value you are as my secretary.’

His words back then bring a whole new meaning to me now. I hope he means them in the way that I think they mean. That he cares about me.

A vibration courses through me as my pager goes off. I pluck it out of my belt and answer it.

‘Hello?’

‘Vivian! Where are you? Come to the penthouse! I have something to show you!’ Baba’s excited voice reminds me of a child but I wait to see what he has in store.

‘Ta da!’ Baba’s jazz hands do nothing to appease the sight.

A large statue of Venus towers over us all as we gape at it.

‘How did you get it in here?’ I ask, bewildered.

‘That’s a secret.’

‘Did you break it in half?’ Ota asks next.

‘No! This is priceless!’

‘Then how did you bring it into the lounge?’ Soryu says.

‘That is also a secret!’

‘He used the helicopter and the window.’ Mamoru mumbles from the couch.

‘Oooooohhhhhh’ Ota and I say at the same time. Baba pouts in response.

‘Mamo! Don’t go giving away my secrets!’

‘That’s not my job. That’s Ayase‘s job.’

‘This isn’t what I asked for Baba.’ Eisuke glares at him after inspecting the statue.

‘Ah yes, well. The item belongs to a Mr Jason Taylor Lance. I believe his father is coming to the hotel today.’

‘He is.’ I say.

‘Fine, I’ll get it from him instead.’

‘What is this thing you’re looking for anyway Eisuke?’ Ota asks.

‘It’s a collection of gems found at a temple in Egypt. Rumours of the gems suggest that a whole manner of good things will happen to those who possess them. I figured they would go for a very high price at the auctions.’ Eisuke smirks.

‘They were unearthed a few years ago and have found their way to Japan.’ Eisuke explains. Baba sighs.

‘Well I need more time to find the exact location.’

‘Fine.’

‘Ota can you appraise the statue for me?’

‘Okay.’ He goes back to his room while I prepare coffee and tea. When he comes back, he puts on white rubber gloves and uses a magnifying glass around the statue. I check my emails, replying to some and deleting others when Ota quips:

‘It’s fake.’

‘WHAT! Are you sure!?’

‘Yeah. It was created with cheap materials. An amateur’s work.’ He says it in such a matter-of-fact tone that I don’t comprehend it for a moment.

‘You would never know just looking at it.’

‘Yeah but if you sell it then the person buying it would most likely be an art collector and they appraise everything.’ He sits down and takes out his phone.

‘Unlucky Baba. Just like your sex life.’

‘Hey!’

‘Baba take that thing out.’ Eisuke orders.

‘Alright, alright. Sor help me out.’

‘Why me?’ Soryu and Baba heave the statue out of the penthouse.

Eisuke and I have lunch and then we venture out to the lobby. Just as we exit the elevator, Mr Lance enters the hotel. He is a big man wearing a white suit and a silver chain around his neck. His bald head shines in the glow of the lights and I can hear his shoes squeak against the marbled floor. He spots us and smiles.

‘Mr Lance, I am glad you could make it.’ Eisuke plasters on his signature business smile, holds his hand out for a shake and I bow from beside him.

‘Eisuke, please call me Connor. If we are going to be business partners, we should at least start with first names.’ He wraps both Eisuke and I in a bear hug and I nearly gag from the heavy cologne smell. Mr Lance is overly-friendly and I can already tell that this meeting is going to be a long one.

When he lets us go, Eisuke straightens his suit.

‘Please follow me to the conference room.’ Eisuke walks away while I turn to Mr Lance.

‘Shall I carry your briefcase for you, sir?’ I ask politely.

‘Of course, please.’ He looks at me for a moment. During my time as Eisuke’s secretary, I have met many individuals who have looked at me in inappropriate ways but Eisuke is always there to make it clear my place by his side. Still, I always stand my ground. Even now, as Mr Lance studies my face when he suddenly gestures to the case on the floor and follows Eisuke.

I’m not sure what that look was on his face but something tells me that this meeting will twist horribly.

‘Of course the staff will be perfect in their presentation but I believe that…’

Mr Lance, despite his ‘we-should-use-first-names’ greeting, is actually quite the businessman. He and Eisuke have been discussing the chain of Tres Spade restaurants and how to profit the most without hindering their guest’s experience.

‘The Tres Spades always delivers in high quality standards. Our guests and what they desire are our top priority.’

‘I have no doubt. Reviews of your hotels are 100% which I completely agree with. But if we could…’

Although, they are at a stale-mate right now. Neither is willing to backdown which is making me nervous. Mr Lance is more insistent on getting his way and so is Eisuke.

‘Sir?’ I finally pipe up from my corner in the room.

‘Hm?’ Eisuke looks at me.

‘May I suggest something?’

‘I hope you do not mind.’ Eisuke says to the man opposite him.

‘Please, a second opinion is always valuable.’ Mr Lance says, nodding in my direction.

‘Well, I suggest that the guests are given a form to personally write down any changes they want or need to the menus. This way, waiters will be more efficient obtaining orders and will limit any commotion that may arise.’

‘Paper forms will get lost or damaged very quickly in a kitchen.’ Eisuke says.

‘Hm, electronic tablets? With the entire menu and a writing stylus or Bluetooth keyboard to use.’

‘The keyboard would be too bulky on a table for guests.’

‘Why not use both? Paper and technology alike. Reservations will need specifications on which apparition the guests would like to use. Spontaneous guests first arriving will be asked immediately before seating if they require the keyboard or stylus.’ Mr Lance suggests.

‘That would be agreeable for me.’ Eisuke says.

‘I also.’ Mr Lance responds.

I breath a quiet sigh of relief. Mr Lance looks at me again before turning to Eisuke.

‘Before I sign this contract, I would like to add something to this.’

‘Such as?’

‘You see, I have a son, who I assume is the same age as your secretary?’

I glance at Eisuke briefly before saying hesitantly, ‘I am 28 years old, sir.’

‘Ah perfect! I have a son who could use a woman like you by his side.’ At those words, both Eisuke and I look at each other. He glares at Mr Lance who does not seem to notice.

‘You are an impeccable woman. In just a few hours, I have seen your beauty, your perfect manners and now your incredible intelligence as a woman working in the business sector of society. I believe you would be a wonderful wife to my son and an even better daughter-in-law to my wife and I.’

‘What are you suggesting, Mr Lance?’ Eisuke could be a snake he spat out those words so viciously.

Mr Lance does not break eye contact with Eisuke. Actually, it seems as if he is not intimidated at all by Eisuke, which, despite his words, is impressive.

‘I will sign this contract. Only if your secretary agrees to marry my son.’

‘That is outrageous, as if I would agree to such a thing.’

‘I am not asking you, Mr Ichinomiya. I am asking her.’

There is so much tension in the air that I can see it. Literally. So if I don’t agree, Mr Lance will walk out of the project. But if I do… While there are other investors, Mr Lance has a large influence on the economy, just as much as Eisuke does. He’s too important to deny.

Maybe I should convince him to sign without the marriage?

‘If I may, Mr Lance, I am hardly worthy of being part of your family. I have no wealth which you would consider rich, neither do I have many connections or the reputation to be married into your family. The public and the media would, quite frankly, have a field day about this marriage which could result in backlash on your family and mine. Please, reconsider this.’ I think half way through, my reasoning became a plea.

‘My secretary has never met your son and neither have I. She has worked for me and my company for years. Her well-being is my responsibility.’

Mr Lance thinks over our arguments calmly, as if he has done this a hundred times to other employers and their employees.

‘Very well. Why don’t I have my son stay at the hotel for a week? They can get to know each other and when she agrees to the marriage, then I will sign the contract. Until then,’ he pushes the folder away, ‘I will not sign. This is final.’

He gets up, leaving his business card, and walks out whistling to himself.

* (EISUKE’S POV)

‘That bastard really believes that he can have whatever he wants just because I need him to invest in the project.’

‘Did he really ask you for Vivian’s hand in marriage?’

‘To his son?’

‘…..’ I don’t answer, I only glare at Baba and Ota who hide behind Vivian and Soryu.

Mr Lance has attempted something that I have never seen in my whole career. A marriage proposal during a business deal? Mixing his personal life with his work is extremely amateur for a man who has been in business for over 30 years.

‘That man’s head must have a few screws loose.’ Mamoru says in an exasperated tone.

‘So what did you say Vivian?’ Ota asks.

‘Well, I tried to tell him that I wouldn’t be a good match for his family but he wouldn’t listen to us. His son is going to be staying in the hotel and I have to attend to him.’ She says, clutching her tablet to her chest.

‘Eisuke, what is he planning?’ Soryu is right to be suspicious. Even I believe that there is something amiss here.

‘Soryu, Mamoru, find out everything you can about this man and the Lancer’s Group.’

‘Lancer’s Group?’

‘Mr Lance’s last name turned into-‘

‘A joke.’ Mamoru finishes her sentence. ‘What do you want to know?’

‘Criminal records, illegal activity, anything. Baba see if you can find something in their estates. I want to know what they have in their possession.’

‘Uh, okay Boss…’

‘Ota I want to know what the public think about the Lance family.’

‘Sure.’

I get up from the couch and head to the stairs leading to my penthouse suite.

‘Eisuke, what about the auctions tonight?’

‘The IVC and the auctions will continue as usual. Vivian, coffee.’ I say before turning around and ascending the stairs. I hear Vivian’s high heels against the floor as she rushes to me.

As soon as I get inside, I sit at my office desk and begin researching. If the Lancer Group is as influential as the Ichinomiya Group, they will have more than a few skeletons in their closets. The smell of coffee fills the room as she makes my daily beverage. For a second, I suddenly imagine Vivian making coffee for someone else. Mr Jason Taylor Lance. With his hands on her hips and his lips at her neck, attempting to distract her from leaving. It disgusts me that another man besides me would have Vivian by his side.

I feel myself get up from my chair and wander to Vivian quickly. She pours milk and three sugar cubes into the mug. Her waist feels small in my hands. The hair on her head smells like argan oil. Vivian is actually a small woman, her head is just below my shoulders with high heels on. Her long dark hair is straight with a braided crown around the back of her head. She wears a black suit and a purple blouse plus I notice the thin platinum band around her right ring finger that I gave her when we first met.

I hear her gasp at my touch and she turns around in my arms. Her eyes are wide open with her eyebrows raised.

‘Eisuke?’

Eisuke. She usually says my name when we’re alone. When she’s in work mode, she calls me Boss, like Baba unfortunately, but I still remember how casually she said it the first time.

‘Eisuke, you’ve been working for hours. Take a break for a few minutes, please? What will I do if you faint from exhaustion?’

My hands cup her chubby face. Her trembling fingers hold onto my hands. The only man I see reflecting in her eyes, is me.

I can’t imagine being without Vivian.

Wait. What am I thinking? Or rather what am I doing?!

I let go of her face and turn to leave the room. Her short arms suddenly wrap around my waist as she desperately holds on.

‘Eisuke, I don’t want to leave you.’ Her whisper is enough for me.

But why do I care so much for her? Have I become attached to this woman? This woman who Akira introduced to me? The same shy, bubbly personality who has stuck by my side for more years than I can count? No one has survived as my secretary or assistant ever but Vivian has held on.

What am I feeling inside? This warmth in my chest?

The next day, we prepare for Mr Lance’s son’s appearance at the hotel. Jason Taylor is a famous model and fashion designer who is also known for his… drunk antics.

‘Soryu, make sure your men keep an eye on Taylor and Vivian while they are together. If he dares to make a move on her, I want them to intercept immediately.’

Soryu, sitting in the chair opposite my desk, rubs his head and sighs with exasperation.

‘Eisuke, my men are mobsters, not bodyguards.’

‘Soryu.’

‘I know, I know. I care about her too you know, we all do. She’s the only woman willing to stick by you and your peculiarities.’

‘….’

‘My men will watch out for her and will keep me and you updated on their activities.’

‘Good. Have you found anything incriminating?’

‘There is something. Apparently, the Lance’s have a secret operation in Brazil. It might be money laundering.’

‘Hm, have your men take it. If it is money laundering, the evidence will move the scales in my favour.’ We share a knowing look when Baba’s loud voice booms outside the office door.

‘Boss! He’s here! Come on out!’ I sigh and stand up.

‘Looks like His Highness is in your territory.’

‘We’ll see how long he can stay on his pedestal.’

Vivian meets us in the penthouse lounge. I gave her the morning off to mentally prepare herself for the work that she will have to do. She wears a different outfit that she wears for work which makes me feel better inside.

‘Hey Vivian, why are you wearing that?’ Ota asks. She looks down at her suit then to me.

‘Because I’m still working.’

‘But he’s going to be your fiancé, shouldn’t you greet him looking a little sexier or something appealing?’

‘If you’re so desperate for a fiancée, why don’t you go greet him?’ I spit out at Ota who frowns at me.

‘Baba, Eisuke’s being mean!’

‘You kind of deserved it Ota.’ Baba says.

‘Damn I’m tired. Can we get going now?’ Mamoru yawns.

‘Slacker.’ I hear Soryu mutter under his breath.

‘What you say!?’

‘That’s enough. Vivian.’ I turn to leave and hear Vivian follow. The others grumble along to see who has made an enemy out of me.

Just as the elevator doors open, we hear loud noises and women screaming. In the centre of all attention is JT Lance, a known critic, womaniser, drunkard and an exceptional model and designer. He was already at the top when he was born, but we’ll see how far down to the bottom he falls when I’m done with him.

He seems to be signing autographs on paper and magazines and on women’s bodies as well. Arms, hands, necks, chest, he’ll put his name anywhere. A typical celebrity. He wears a golden chain similar to his father and an open shirt revealing his body.

The lobby quietens down as I step out.

‘Oh, it’s the King!’

‘The King?’

‘Eisuke Ichinomiya?!’

The staff try to handle the guests as much as they can while I stride over to the man receiving his room key.

‘Mr Jason Taylor? It’s a pleasure to meet you.’ I smile at him and shake his hand.

‘Eisuke Ichinomiya, the pleasure is all mine! My dad says good things about you.’

‘Does he now?’ I highly doubt that considering our last encounter.

‘It’s a bit too crowded here to talk. Please follow me to the VIP lounge.’

‘Lead the way.’

In the lounge, JT sits making small talk with Ota and Baba while a female staff member serves drinks. I see her blush as JT winks at her from his spot on the couch.

‘Do you have any tips on how to attract women?’

‘Baba has trouble keeping a woman’s attention for more than a second.’ Ota quips.

‘Haha, the first thing a woman sees in a man is his fashion sense. And yours… is a little less than average.’

‘What?!’

‘You look a tomato with a head, hands and feet. You need to look more manly and dignified.’ He waves his arms around, looking a buffoon. Baba frowns, lost in thoughts.

‘I assume you wear that red… thing daily. Red is a passionate colour and bold to be worn in broad day light. But too much passion turns women off quicker than a light switch. A man should wear blues or purples, like Ota and Eisuke or that scary looking man over there.’ He points to Soryu whose face doesn’t change or move in the slightest.

‘… Um, even that man over there in the grey suit is more manly than you.’ He indicates at Mamoru who smokes at the window.

‘Hmmm, so I need to change my suit? But I love this suit…’ Baba mumbles to himself helplessly as Ota falls over laughing.

I feel Vivian fidget beside me as she gleans the man attempting to take her away from me. JT changes his focus to Vivian.

‘So, this woman is the secretary my dad told me about? What is your name? You are certainly a beautiful gem among the dirt. Have you tried modelling? I’m sure my designs would look stunning on you.’ His insult generates a glare but, like his father, he does not notice.

‘My name is Vivian Grier and I am certain that I am just an average looking woman, sir.’

‘Oh please, you would look divine! And call me JT, it would be plain weird if my future wife calls me so formally.’ I feel my eye twitch at his casual words.

‘She is not your wife yet.’

‘That will be her decision, will it not?’

The tension increases with each passing moment as we size each other up. But Vivian cuts it like a sword slashing in the air.

‘Um, JT why don’t I show you around the hotel? Then you can relax in your suite. I still have work to do unfortunately but we can have dinner tonight in the restaurant if you would like.’ Her suggestion does nothing to quell the fiery rage that is slowly growing inside me.

His smile sickens me to my core.

‘I would be delighted to have that. Ota why don’t you come as well, we can discuss some new designs I’ve created.’

‘Sure. Don’t worry, the old man beside me won’t be coming along.’

‘Hey!’ Baba shouts out as usual. The four of them leave but not before Vivian pats my shoulder and says,

‘I’ll back in the penthouse in a bit, try not to exhaust yourself too much before I arrive.' She smirks and winks at me before rushing to the others.

‘You’re going to do what!?’ The words I didn’t want to hear leave Vivian’s mouth so simply that I shout at her in front of the others in the lounge. She flinches but continues.

‘JT is going to check out of the hotel tomorrow, and I will go with him. I’m going to agree to the marriage and stay with his family at their mansion.’

I can only glare at her, trying to dispel the unshakable resolve in her eyes. But she doesn’t look away nor does she back down.

‘Why?’

‘You and I both know that there is something not quite right here. They’re hiding a corpse underneath all that fame and money and I’m going to find out what.’

‘…..’

‘I know you have been investigating. I’m sure you’ll find the evidence we need but do it before the wedding. I…. One day, I want it to be you and me at the alter Eisuke. Truly.’

My eyes widen. Is she confessing to me? Now?

‘Soryu? Can I take Ryosuke and Samejima with me? For protection and friends to accompany me?’

‘Of course, they will protect with their lives Vivian.’ He takes his phone out and leaves to prepare his puppy and shark.

Vivian turns to me.

‘Eisuke, if I find anything then I will send it to you. And I promise I’ll come back. Come back to you.’

Vivian stands in front of me as the strong woman I know she is. She’s doing what needs to be done.

‘Money laundering.’

‘Huh?’

‘We have evidence that the Lance family is money laundering. Find me something related to it or something else I can use.’ I say. We look at each other for a moment then she smiles at me.

‘Okay.’

‘Good luck Vivian. We’ll be here if you need us.’ Baba pats her shoulder.

‘Don’t get yourself killed.’ Ota says from the couch.

‘Kid, don’t go doing anything stupid now.’ Mamoru puffs on his cigarette.

‘Thank you guys. Don’t worry, I’ll be careful.’ She smiles and bows to us before turning around.

‘And Eisuke?’

‘What?’

‘On JT’s phone, I saw a message. It said… the body is ready to be disposed.’

‘A body?’

‘Mamoru get on this.’

‘Murder, huh?’

‘Well, he gives lousy advice on fashion anyway.’ Baba says.

‘He was right about your fashion sense though.’ Ota retorts.

‘Kid, send me that message as soon as you can.’

‘I’ll try.’ Vivian’s heels stride out of the lounge. Strong and confident, she leaves with my heart.

The engagement is called on TV. Mr Lance announces the engagement and we watch as Vivian and JT exchange rings.

‘Such a tacky ring.’ I mumble to myself.

‘Hey, what’s that silver ring on her other finger?’ Ota points to the monitor.

‘Boss, didn’t you give that to her a few years ago?’

‘Obviously. I have more class than he does in style.’ I smirk. So even on TV, she continues to belong to me.

‘Eisuke, Inui and Samejima have dropped Vivian off at the hotel. She’ll be here in a few minutes.’

‘Good.’ My fingers hover over the pager’s call button. It has been confirmed that the wedding will take place tomorrow. JT has booked the ballroom for a party and invited me to attend.

‘So they recorded this and sent it to the media everywhere huh?’ Ota asks.

‘Yes. It’s hard to believe that it’s been 2 weeks since Vivian left us.’

‘She hasn’t left us. As if Eisuke would let the kid go, not with her skills.’ Mamoru, who for once is not asleep, teases me.

‘You’re not snoozing, has the station finally fired you?’ Soryu retorts.

‘Stop it. You all are too noisy.’ I order before Mamoru can fight back.

‘How are the preparations for JT’s party tonight?’

‘Going as well as I can hope. I’ve called the media here to capture JT’s antics on screen.’

‘Seriously? Does he know?’

‘Even if he does he’s not shy to the camera. Everyone knows his drunk habits. I’ve ordered for security to be ready to take action against him if he tries something.’

‘Ota, Mamoru and I will be there as well so you can count on us Boss!’ Baba says with as much enthusiasm as a balloon.

‘Why do I have to be there?!’

‘Because the alcohol is for free. I won’t have to buy you any tonight.’

‘Fine. I guess I’ll go.’ Mamoru grumbles to himself by the window.

‘Hook, line, and sinker. Point 1 to Baba.’ He tips his ridiculous hat and winks at Mamoru who pretends to gag on his cigarette.

‘Sir?’ Kenzaki enters the lounge with the woman I’ve been expecting to see since she left.

‘Miss Vivian has returned.’ His smile tells me that he has been missing Vivian as much as the rest of us.

‘Hey everyo-‘

‘VIVIAN!’

‘THANK GOD!’

‘GET US COFFEE PLEASE!’

Vivian jumps behind Kenzaki as the three men throw themselves at her. It is true that we’ve been miserable without her coffee. We have been living off of room service and Soryu’s tea.

‘I can’t believe you guys really missed me that much. I was gone for 2 weeks!’ She hands out the mugs and I sniff the coffee. It smells wonderful and for once, everyone is quiet in the lounge.

‘Would you like some Mr Kenzaki?’ Vivian asks.

‘No thank you, you can make me some another time. I have some work to do so I will leave you to it.’ He strokes her head like a father and leaves.

‘Vivian, upstairs.’ Still holding my mug and picking up Vivian’s bag, I climb the stairs with her in tow.

We sit beside each other when she looks up and smiles before taking out her tablet.

‘Even though I’ve been away, I’m still your secretary Eisuke. I’ve responded to all your emails and contacted everyone involved with the project. Mr Lance is going to sign the contract tomorrow after the wedding and-‘

‘Are you okay?’ I ask.

‘Hm, what?’

‘Did he do anything to you?’

‘No, not really. Despite the engagement, he hasn’t touched me. I thought he was seeing other women since he keeps going in and out of the mansion but I think it’s something else.’

‘Yes, the coordinates Soryu’s puppy sent is an office. It’s filled with counterfeit money.’ Vivian, Inui and Samejima were able to gain the site of Mr Lance’s operations from JT’s car’s automatic navigation system. The Ice Dragons stormed the place with Soryu and found over $200 million in cash.

‘What do you think it’s for?’

‘It could for a number of things Vivian. People have a way of finding things to buy when they millions to spare. Be it an object or a person.’

‘Did Mamoru find out about… the body?’

‘We’re still looking into it, but I have a hunch.’

‘Which is?’

‘You’ll see.’

‘No fair!’ Vivian pouts at me and I pinch her cheeks.

‘Oww!’ She says it in a more playful tone, letting me know that she’s happy.

‘You’ve gotten thinner since you left.’

‘I guess I was lonely without you Eisuke.’ She takes my hands and wraps my arms around her.

‘I missed you, so much.’ She hugs me tight, listening to my rapid heartbeat.

‘How have you been Eisuke?’

‘Fine. It’s not as if I need you by my side all the time.’ Who am I kidding? Her giggles tell me that she doesn’t believe my lies either.

‘But you will always miss my coffee right?’ Her teasing words make me chuckle.

‘Your coffee has done wonders for me. Even if you didn’t stay as my secretary, I would have made you the penthouse maid.’

‘Haha, I’m sure you would have.’ She raises her head and looks up at me through her long lashes. When did she become so beautiful?

‘Eisuke…’ When did her voice become so enticing when she says my name? And what would she sound like at night, beneath me with her head thrown back in pure bliss?

But before my lips can touch her skin…

‘Boss! Are you ready?’

‘Damn it, that thief always has awful timing.’ I grumble as we untangle our limbs from each other.

‘Don’t worry Eisuke. I’ll still be here when you get back.’ She takes my face into her hands and leaves a kiss on my forehead.

‘You know I will always be here.’ We lean our heads against each other, savouring the feelings that we hold dear. I’ve never felt love for a woman before. It’s not a bad feeling though.

* (VIVIAN’S POV)

I change into my casual clothing and go downstairs to find not only Soryu with Ryosuke and Samejima, but also Luke in the lounge. The TV has been set up for us to watch the party on mute.

‘Hey you guys.’ I sit on the couch next to Luke and see Eisuke, Ota, Baba, and Mamoru at the party, mostly drinking at the bar.

‘Hey princess.’ Ryosuke waves. Samejima and Soryu both give me a nod.

‘Hello Sexy Bones.’ I smile at Luke.

‘Why aren’t you down there Soryu?’ I ask.

‘Too many women.’

‘Oh I see.’ Soryu hates women with a passion. Eisuke was surprised when Soryu said he didn’t mind me being here. Apparently, I’m not the type of women he hates.

‘Where’s JT?’ I ask, trying to spot him on the monitors.

‘Over there, speaking to one of the politicians.’ Luke points to the far corner. For a while we wait and see what happens. Eisuke speaks to various celebrities, all with that sly smile on his face, while Mamoru drinks at the bar. Baba and Ota flirt with the other women at the party.

It all seems pretty calm when I see JT suddenly throw a glass of champagne at a wall.

‘Uh oh.’

‘What the!?’

‘He’s drunk.’ Luke observes.

JT seems to shouting at a staff member. One whom I know as my friend, Sakiko.

‘He’s going to hit her!’ I shout. JT’s large fist is balled up in the air, ready to hit its target when Eisuke grabs his arm and pins it back. He forces JT to the ground and Mamoru cuffs his wrists.

‘Oh thank god!’ I sigh with relief as Sakiko is attended to by the other staff members. Eisuke seems to be addressing the guests as Mamoru and security push JT off the premises.

‘The media will love this.’ I say.

‘Eisuke knew this would happen, that’s why he called them in the first place.’ Soryu says, turning his attention to clean his gun.

‘Mr Ichinomiya looked so cool! Just like you sir!’ Ryosuke says, looking at Soryu with admiration.

‘Indeed, Eisuke’s collarbones looked splendid.’ Luke smiles and Ryosuke gives me a look of bewilderment. I laugh despite the situation we just witnessed.

‘Eisuke did look really cool out there.’

‘Maybe you should make him the new Ice Dragon’s leader.’ Luke says.

‘No.’ Both Luke and I burst out laughing with Samejima trying to hide his smile and Ryosuke looking even more bewildered.

When Eisuke came back to the penthouse, I said good night to the others and followed him upstairs to his bedroom. I hugged him tightly as soon as we entered him room.

‘I saw on the monitors. Thank you for saving Sakiko.’ I nuzzle my face into his chest.

‘Hm.’ I feel the slight vibration course through his body.

‘Eisuke?’

‘What?’

‘Seeing JT be so… violent… made me think. Do you think sacrificing my freedom, despite knowing his flaws, despite knowing that there is always the possibility that he could become violent with me, that he could hurt me and cause me pain and trauma that I might never recover from, if marriage is about accepting the faults of the partner you love, should I accept his flaws no matter how abusive he could be?’

‘No. Because even the slightest possibility could destroy more than just your body, but your heart too. People like JT are not worth more than the dirt under our shoes.’

Suddenly, Eisuke dips down and hooks his arm under my knees.

‘Ah! Eisuke!’ Wrapping my arms tightly around his neck, Eisuke throws me onto the bed and leans over me.

‘You’re still here though.’

‘I am.’

‘Are you going to leave?’ I look into his chocolate brown eyes. I can see my reflection in them so clearly. I feel my love for him bubbling up inside me.

‘Only if you force me to.’

‘Pfft, as if that would ever happen.’ His kiss is sweeter than any candy. It melts me at my core completely. That night, our hearts finally connect with one another. The moment that I have always wanted has been fulfilled. And before I pass out, I hear,

‘I promise, tomorrow, you will walk out as my woman. I will save you.’

Standing at the church doors, I breath in and out. Clutching a bouquet of hydrangeas, I think about last night. Eisuke promised that he would save me.

‘Go to the wedding tomorrow. I will be there and stop this madness.’

Akira comes up and turns me to face him.

‘Do not worry Vivian. Eisuke will give you a wedding surprise you won’t soon forget.’ His smile warms my heart. I asked him to come from London to walk me down the aisle. With my parents gone since I was a child, Akira is the closest thing I have to a father.

‘I know he will. I just hope he hurries up.’ I say. Akira holds out his elbow and my left hand gently clutches his suit. We hear the music begin and the large doors creak open.

With thousands of eyes on me, I look straight ahead just as Eisuke would. Ignore all the stares and look straight forward always no matter what. Cameras and flashes and whispers fill the room as I see JT smirk my way. The wedding dress wasn’t my choice. It was designed by JT and Ota together but it still isn’t the dress I imagined I would wear to my wedding. It’s a backless, pearl white lace dress with a ring of diamonds at my waist. My hair is in a loose bun and a thin hair band with small flowers rests atop my head. The dress trails at the back slightly and I feel it drag the fake flowers those sitting on the benches throw at us. In the corner of my eye, I see the bidders who wave at me. I smile inwardly, knowing that I’m in safe hands.

We finally make it to the priest and JT presses a light kiss to my hand. I gag inside as Akira leaves me to sit down.

The priest begins to speak the formalities and my mind drifts away. Eisuke said he would save me. So where is he? I’ve hoped for years that Eisuke would love me the way that I love him and now that I finally have it, we’ve become entangled in this mess.

‘If there is anyone who would object to this couple’s union, speak now or forever hold your peace.’

The doors behind us creak open once more. Everyone turns to see the silhouette of the man I love the most in this world.

‘I object.’

Eisuke walks forward as gasps and whispers fill the room. All cameras pointed at the King of Spades.

‘JT Lance has no business marrying her.’ He nods to the priest who takes out a remote and presses a button. A projector rises near the back of the church and a picture of a woman appears.

‘Oh that’s Miss Freya Opaline.’ Opaline was a great gem collector who mysteriously died when she tripped and fell into glass which pierced her heart.

‘Miss Opaline was not killed by what we believed was an accident.’ Eisuke’s strong voice echoes in the church.

‘JT and Opaline were both after the same set of gems that were unearthed in Egypt. Opaline got to them first so JT attempted to bribe her for them. When that didn’t work, he killed her and took the gems for himself.’ Moans and groans of the shocked public begin to rise.

‘The next few slides have secret messages between Mr Jason Taylor Lance and his associates who covered up the murder. Let’s also not forget about Mr Lance, who has been making counterfeit money for nearly a decade.’

‘Damn it.’ I hear JT whisper in defeat.

‘If there is anybody else who would like to object…’ As if on cue, Baba and Ota shout out.

‘I object!’ Everyone follows suit and I back away. Suddenly, Mamoru and the police walk in, arresting JT and Mr Lance. Before JT is taken away, I waltz up to him where he is handcuffed. I smile and throw the bouquet at his feet. The sound a slap resonates inside the building, rendering everyone silent. JT stares dumbfounded. Suddenly, I hear cheers for my performance and the police take JT away.

Eisuke comes up to me and I kiss him. I hear many screams and see white flashes behind my closed eyelids but I don’t care. He did it all and I helped him.

‘I love you Eisuke.’

‘I love you Vivian.’ He smiles genuinely and I fall in love again. We lean our foreheads together, knowing our love for each other is true.

‘It was nice of Mrs Lance to sign the contract on behalf of her ex-husband.’ I say.

‘Yes. Now that Miss Felicia is taking over, their business might finally have a chance of being good.’

‘But not as good as the Ichinomiya Group. Right?’ I laugh.

‘Obviously.’ Eisuke smirks at me when we hear a crack.

‘Okay, I think I got it.’ Ota says. The large statue of Venus stands before us once again… in pieces.

‘I guess you finally did something right for once Baba.’ Mamoru says.

‘Yeah! Wait what?!’

‘We were lucky that this was the statue that Miss Felicia was talking about. Who would have thought that Opaline and Felicia were such good childhood friends that Opaline gave the gems to her?’

The gems were never with Opaline to begin with. She sent them to JT’s mother as a way to rekindle their love for each other. Unfortunately, JT killed Opaline before she and Felicia could run away and start life anew. After her death, Felicia hid the gems inside the statue made by an amateur to prevent anyone from taking them.

‘The gems were the beginning of so much sorrow. Whatever stories there are, those gems hold nothing but pain.’

‘It’s a tragic love story but I think Felicia will be happy knowing that she has her own business to run and that her lover’s murderers are in prison.’

‘What I can’t believe is that Mr Lance wanted Vivian in order to blackmail you into selling the counterfeit money at the auctions.’

‘A stupid idea by a coward.’

‘Guys, I think I found it.’ Ota pulls out a golden box from the statue’s chest.

‘Is that it?’

‘Must be.’

‘Open it Eisuke!’

He takes the box and uses the key Felicia gave Eisuke. Inside is one gem, not multiple like the stories. A large diamond the size of a fist sparkles in the light.

‘Now this, will fetch a very good price.’ Eisuke smirks.

‘$20 million! $50 million! $100 million! Do I have any more bids?’

‘It’s going up.’

‘Of course it is.’

‘$150 million! $200 million!’

‘Wow.’

‘Honestly, these people are far too desperate for something good to happen to ‘em. As if a diamond can bring good fortune.’ Mamoru says.

‘$300 million! Any more!’

The diamond sits on a pedestal on top of a purple velvet cushion. I hug Eisuke’s arm and snuggle into his side as I feel him kiss the top of my head.

‘$500 million! Sold!’

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PAIRING - Bucky X Reader

WARNINGS - Smut, Swearing, Alcohol

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If only you had known that Bucky knew sign language...

If only Steve Rogers wasn't such an evil mastermind...

If only you weren't stuck in a loveless (fake) marriage with the man you hated...

If only your hormones weren't so traitorous...

If only...

Chapter Two

You dragged your suitcase into the common room and after checking that it was only Sam in there, dramatically flung yourself onto the sofa.

“I’m a good person, I don’t deserve this.” You whined petulantly into the couch cushions.

“You’re an ex-mercenary…” Sam pointed out, turning away from the tv.

“Emphasis on the Ex.” You rebutted, sitting up.

“Still, maybe this is Karma.” He suggested.

“Nothing I have ever done warrants being married to Bucky ‘I’ll make your life a living hell’ Barnes.” You gasped, feigning offense.

“True, true.” Sam said, nodding in agreement.

“I can’t believe that nobody told me he understood sign language.” You sighed, remembering the awful moment that your life had come crashing down around you.

“It wasn’t that bad, you just said he was pretty. You can think people and pretty and still hate them with every fibre of your being. Taylor Swift is pretty, I still hate her.” Sam consoled.

“Sam… It’s just me here… You can admit you’re a Swifty.” You snorted.

“Her songs are catchy ok?” He said defensively and you held up your hands in mock surrender.

“You’ve got a point though. So what if I objectively think he’s pretty? It’s not like he caught me saying anything truly embarrassing.”

“Like the fact you walked into a wall when you saw him working out shirtless in the gym?” Sam asked.

“One time Wilson and we agreed to never speak of it again.” You grumbled.

“Or that you’ve had at least three vivid sex dreams about him?” He continued.

“I need to stop telling you stuff.” You said.

“Remember the time you crawled through archive footage of him from the 40’ so you could do a side by side comparison of his ass to see if it was a super soldier thing?” Sam carried on, ignoring you.

“That was for science! The great mystery of Bucky’s Booty.” You insisted.

“And?”

“It’s not the serum, Barnes just has an amazing ass.” You told him, sighing.

“You think I have an amazing ass?”

Yet again, your heart stopped. You slowly turned around, like you were in a horror movie to see Bucky leaning against the doorframe casually and smirking at you.

“How long have you been standing there?” You whispered fearfully.

“Long enough to know I need to look into getting a restraining order against you.” He said flatly.

“Oh no.” You groaned.

“All this time, I thought you hated me and it turns out that you’re my biggest fan.”

“I am NOT, I’m just a fan of….”

“My ass?”

“Did you know he was there?” You demanded, turning back around to look at… an empty chair?

“Oh, I hate him.” You snapped.

“Do you? Or are you secretly harbouring a crush on him and stalking him in your free time?” Bucky asked.

“Dreaming about someone isn’t stalking them!” You defended yourself.

“You dream about me?” He asked, grinning like he’d just won the lottery and you belatedly realised that he hadn’t actually heard that part of the conversation.

“About killing you.” You quickly said.

“Is that the only thing you dream about?” He asked lowly, leaning closer to you.

You fixed him with a glare that usually had enemies running scared but he didn’t so much as blink.

“I will stab you, I swear I will.” You vowed.

“I didn’t figure you were into knife play but whatever gets you off doll.” He quipped and you made a low noise of disgust.

He chuckled and pulled a couple of fake passports out of his pocket and tossed one at you.

“Nat had these done. Apparently we are now Johnny and Lola Rogers from Brooklyn New York. We are madly in love, newly married and on our honeymoon. So, wifey, shall we go?” He asked, standing up and offering you his hand.

You’d been briefed, you were packed and the quinjet was waiting. There was no more stalling to be had. You ignored his outstretched hand and got up, grabbing your suitcase and storming away.

“Allow me darling.” He said and grabbed your suitcase from you, lifting it up like it weighed nothing.

You flipped him off and meandered slowly behind him, trying to draw out the short walk outside.

“You guys ready to go?” Steve called as you walked up to the Quinjet.

You glared at the Captain and steadfastly ignored him.

“Hey Nat, are you still an assassin? I’ll pay you to kill me right now.” You called as you walked up the ramp.

“Why bother when you’re about to suffer such a slow and amusing death?” She responded, smirking at you and settling into the co-pilots seat next to Clint.

You walked around the sports car that had been parked in the jet and took a seat beside it, choosing to ignore all your so called ‘friends’ since they were taking so much joy in your misery. You narrowed your eyes at Steve and Bucky who were having a hushed conversation as they walked onboard. Steve passed something to Bucky and the brunette super soldier immediately came over you and knelt in front of you and cleared his throat, holding up the wedding band.

“Will you…” He began.

“Just fucking give it to me.” You snarled, snatching it off of him while Steve, Clint and Natasha chuckled.

“So romantic. You’ve really made me the happiest man alive.” He scoffed.

You growled in annoyance and decided to sit in the car instead, climbing into the passenger seat and slamming the door closed. You already knew everything you needed to know about the mission, so there was no need to suffer through any more extended proximity to Bucky. Instead, you could sit and stew in the car.

After about fifteen minutes of reliving the series of embarrassing events in which he’d found out about your pesky appreciation for his physical attributes you started to nod off, until someone knocked on the car window. You opened your eyes to see his annoyingly handsome face and rolled down the window.

“What?” You asked shortly.

“Saw you were falling asleep, so I came to remind you not to have anymore dirty dreams about me. We’ve got company.” He said, winking at you.

You gave him a cold look and put the window back up. He chuckled and opened the door to your exclamation od surprise and indignation.

“Here.” He said, shoving his wadded up coat behind your head as a make-shift pillow and slamming the door closed again.

You frowned at his retreating figure in befuddlement. Since when was he thoughtful?

Well, since when was he thoughtful towards you? You put it down to nothing more than him getting in character and closed your eyes again, letting yourself drift back off to sleep. You were so tired you didn’t wake up when the jet landed, or when Bucky got in the drivers side or when he started the car and drove it down the ramp. You didn’t wake up until you were approaching the luxury ski resort.

“Hnnmphgh.” You muttered as something flicked you on the cheek.

“Darling wake up, we’re here.” Bucky said loudly and you opened your eyes to see his hand, flicking at your face.

“Fuck off Barnes.”

“Johnny… and we’re in love so be a bit nicer to me.” He chuckled.

“Ugh, I will. When we get there and not a second before.” You decreed.

He pulled up at the main entrance and an actual team of bellboys descended on the car. You got out at the same time he did, tossing the keys to a bellboy/valet.

“Action.” You said under your breath and turned to him with a dazzling smile.

“Baby, it’s even more gorgeous than the brochure!” You said excitedly as he came around the car and put his arm around your waist.

“Only the best for my beautiful wife.” He said, gazing down at you like a man who was really in love.

“Mr and Mrs Rogers, welcome to Chedi Andermatt. Congratulations on your marriage.” One of the men said and you and Bucky turned to him with matching smiles.

“Thankyou, we’re very happy. Well I am at least, are you happy my love?” Bucky asked, looking at you.

“So happy, happiest I’ve ever been in my life! Why wouldn’t I be?” You gushed.

“Well we hope you enjoy your stay, and thank you for choosing to share this experience with us. Mrs Rogers would you like to wait in the lounge with a complimentary glass of champagne while your husband finishes checking you in and we have your bags sent up to your room?”

“Go on sweetheart, I’ll be right there.” Bucky said, pushing you towards the lounge.

“Don’t leave me alone for long Johnny, I’ll miss you.” You said, blowing him a kiss.

You heard his fake, convincing laugh as you accepted the champagne and settled in front of the fireplace on the lounge chair. You looked around in awe and wide eyed wonder, or at least that’s what anyone watching you would think. You were mentally mapping the layout and studying the staff. Satisfied with your findings, you sipped the champagne.

You’d only been playing your role for a few minutes and you already felt ill. Alcohol was a necessity at this point. You stood up and moved closer to the fire, grateful for the warmth. A pair of arms snaked around your waist and despite the highly convincing flesh glove over his hand, you could feel the stiff, unyielding metal.

“Von Straughten checked in yesterday morning, he’s in room 24.” Bucky whispered, nuzzling into your neck.

You shivered in the fake lovers embrace and he of course noticed. You felt his smirk where his lips were pressed into your neck.

“And what room are we in?” You asked.

“The Furka suite.” He informed you, releasing you and offering you his arm.

“Ooh fancy.” You said quietly, linking your arm with his.

You passed your empty glass to a dutiful member off staff was hanging around as Bucky led you towards the elevator. All the way to the room you played the part you’d been assigned, leaning your head on his shoulder as the elevator ascended. The second he unlocked the suite you sprang away from him and inside. You just wanted to get away from him but when you saw the room your jaw dropped.

It was warm, cozy and luxurious all at the same time.

“Look at the bed!” You exclaimed, taken aback by the sheer size of it.

You ran into the bathroom excitedly.

“Look at the bath!” You called loudly.

“Can you calm down you godman child? It’s a room, just a room.” Bucky said, rolling his eyes.

“You know what Barnes? Fuck you.”

“On the bed or in the bath?” He asked.

It took you a second to realise what he just said and you threw the room service menu at him. He caught it without flinching and casually perused it.

“We should go down to the restaurant, start scoping out the place.” He decided.

“Fine.” You agreed.

You dragged your suitcase over to the bed and started unzipping it to find something to wear to dinner.

“What?” Bucky asked when you made a shrieking sound.

You pulled out a line of condoms and he snorted at first but even he was taken aback when you kept pulling them out, like some kind of smutty magician.

“Just how much sex do you think we’re going to be having doll?” He asked.

“None! This wasn’t me!” You insisted.

“None? Are you sure about that? You telling me you didn’t pack these either?” He asked, reaching around you to pull a black lacey thong out of the suitcase.

“Paws off my panties Barnes.” You snapped, snatching them back.

“So they are yours?” He asked smugly.

“Pervert.” You muttered, shoving them under a sweater.

“Prude.” He shot back.

“I am NOT a prude.” You said.

“Then how come I’m not having any sex on my honeymoon?” He asked with a wounded look, sitting down on the bed.

“You can have as much sex as you like, just not with me.” You told him, finding a suitable dress and pulling it out of the suitcase.

“I can feel the love.” He snorted.

You gave him a one fingered salute and stomped over to the bathroom, slamming the door.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” He shouted and you groaned and opened the door again.

He was dangling the thong from his fingers with a shit eating grin on his face.

“Unless you’re planning on wearing nothing under the dress?” He asked.

“Ugh. I fucking hate you!” You hissed, slamming the door again.

“Does mean you aren’t wearing any underwear to dinner?” He yelled and you opened the door and stormed over to him, snatching your underwear out of his hand and storming away again.

You slammed the door for the third time and resisted the urge to bang your head against it.

@boxofteenageideas @nerdy-bookworm-1998 @anamcg317 @thosesexytexasboys @musingpredilection @spnrvt

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taylornock · 4 years

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sadness + a pandemic

its march 18th, 2020. the nation is in a state of emergency due to the spread of coronavirus; a viral infection with flu-like symptoms that can be severe [potentially fatal] for the immunosuppressed, elderly, and very young. as a result of this horseshit - everything on the calendar is cancelled. everything including classes for the rest of the semester. so Ohio State has kindly asked us to move out of our current campus housing and say goodbye to this year from the quarantine of our own homes.

i keep trying to remind myself of how blessed i am; something that has been a common theme in my life. “people always have it worse” “in the grand scheme of things” etc. but this is so hard to have that mindset. I am trying to check myself and be grateful for what i have, i am in no way suffering more than those who are going to lose meals, family members, shelter, or jobs due to this fucking virus. but my feelings are still heavy, + threatening a downward spiral in my mental health. also cough syrup just came on so like, now im really unstable and my room is pitch black i do not feel well

in the past week i have been forced to accept the end of so many things. A) my experience living in my sorority house, B) my college friends until fall, C) the seniors graduating and moving on, and D) half a semester in college that I can’t get back.

To start with A - the sorority house. my heart is WRENCHING over this. i cant even begin to put into words how much that damn house means to me as stupid as it sounds. In that house, I didn’t just make friends. I didn’t just go to school and come home to eat or sleep. It completely changed who I am as a person, and brought me further out of the shell that I didn’t realize was still covering me. I have been blessed with amazing people in my life and I was fortunate enough to meet even more of them in that house. over 7 months, i met girls who made me feel validated and loved in a way that only a few people had shown me before. Without them I would not have the confidence to do so many things I did this school year, and i cannot thank them enough for their support through it all. I could talk about my sorority until my mouth gets dry, but its all because i feel so passionately about what it has done for me. Im not ‘paying for my friends’ or for frats or for free t shirts (that aren’t even free might i mention)…. these people mean the world to me. seeing their faces everyday in the house brought me so much joy and peace of mind that i am terrified for what i am going to do without it. i am a people person to my death, and living somewhere where i could walk down the hall and pop my head into people’s rooms to bother them was the best thing that has ever happened to me. my anxiety chilled the f out in this house; because i was forced into conversations i didnt want to have and forced to socialize with girls at dinner when all i wanted to do was go eat by myself and cry about food like i used to do in high school. this experience was truly once in a lifetime, and i had the best memories with all of those people. i never felt so at home like i did in the chee as we call it - that place gave me the same sense of shelter that id cry about leaving behind in cleveland. because of these strong memories associated with that house, my chest is physically tightening when i remember i have to leave it behind tomorrow morning,,,, tomorrow morning! its just not fair to have something that great and that makes you so happy ripped away from you without warning - and again i know this happens all the time in life but it doesn’t suck any less when it does!! you know what else sucks about the house? i actually didnt want to live in it, at all. I thought my life was perfect last year and i wasn’t willing to change it for the world - but i took a leap (or was kind of forced to jump) and it is the best decision i have ever made. i didnt want to do it, i did it, and now im so happy —— so naturally life comes in with the “let it go now before you’re ready”. you’re joking? the best things in my life come out of what i think are going to be the worst things, and now i am so sad that i didn’t have that attitude 7 months ago and wasted even a minute questioning what was right in front of me.

to my college friends; i love you so so much. thank you for being a part of the family i have at OSU… a school I thought was going to be too big for me. I will miss your smiling faces every day. I will miss the different conversations and the little run ins and the squadding up at bars that have been my entire college experience. stay healthy and well i love you all and cant wait to see you again (also come visit me please im sad and its not long before im going to start punching walls)

to my seniors. my freaking seniors!!! this is so unfair to you — and i honestly think that the only thing keeping me sane throughout the whole thing is knowing that if you can have a positive attitude about all of this ending so quickly than i fucking better have one too. im not ready to let you go even a little. i couldn’t even TYPE that sentence without starting to feel a lump in my throat. there are so many people i unfortunately just got to know this year that have given me an example of the person i want to be. you all have been great role models for me (even when you think you haven’t) and i am so grateful for the memories we did get to have together. at our preference round of recruitment, hearing the seniors speak made me start crying immediately. i hate change. i hate people leaving. even though you are doing great things in your young adult lives i just don’t want you to go!!! is that fair just to have your face around all the time?? I am so so sad that i didnt get a proper goodbye —— that you didnt get a proper goodbye to your school like you’ve dreamt of. this is all too sudden and unfair and i want to squeeze you all to pieces and tell you i love you 100 times and not to forget me. please dont forget me because i will never forget you. (crying again) THANK YOU for showing me kindness, hard work, fun, and true love for your friends. THANK YOU for showing me what its like to have an unmatchable energy level and be excited about waking up every day… everyone can use that mindset. THANK YOU ALL, please dont go. i want nothing more than to take this virus away from you just so you can have a second to look around and breathe.

half a semester in college i cant get back. its true what they say ~the years get faster as you get older~ and i really wish it wasn’t. I already feel like im growing up too fast, like my parents are growing older too fast, or my younger cousins growing up too fast (and not just because of tik tok). i feel like time is moving so much faster than i can handle. i feel like i am spiraling into my dark hole of losing everything - and the feeling of not being able to stop your life from slipping through your own fingers. i want to make it stop; i want to freeze time and relive all of the amazing memories and laughter fits i have had this school year. i only get 4 real years of college, and to think that im losing some of one breaks my heart. i feel like i never truly value a moment until after it happens, and you really don’t know what you have until its gone. i am so FUCKING sad to have to say goodbye to sophomore year like this; and i pray that i can make up for it in some other way and that things dont change. i am so fucking scared of things changing - and i was so happy 2 weeks ago with life that im not okay with anything fucking with it. im sad, im trying to cope, and trying to process everything that’s happening. but i really just wish it all wasn’t. i dont want to feel like im always running out of time.

tell everyone you love them & stop to smell the flowers. appreciate what you have now because you never know when a virus is going to take over the globe and destroy the idea that you have everything planned out. im sad, i havent felt like this in a minute. and it goes up from here, i know it does! but the light at the end of that tunnel is a little dim right now. i think my flashlight needs a few more batteries (metaphorically! ha ha! now im not sure if it makes sense and is deep or im just jet lagged)

okay goodnight!

xoxo sad taylor hours

#sad #corona #coronavirus #fuckcorona #college #youth #seniors #imsad #who reads this #lol

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jimintykookies · 5 years

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Pairing: hoseok x female reader

Genre: phoenix!AU, smut, angst, fluff

Warnings: intercourse, oral (male and female), loss of virginity (female), major character death (non-descriptive)

A/N: Here it is, my first fic on this account. I’m so excited to debut my writing on here and even more excited to do it as part of a collab full of wonderful writers (many of whom I look up to). If you would like to check out their contributions to Cryptaesthesia, the link is here. I hope you enjoy and please, please, please leave feedback. Love ya!!

“Don’t forget to remind your parents about the conferences.”

You watched fondly as your hoard of kindergartners ran off to greet their respected parent or guardian. Your smile widened, quietly observing them excitedly explaining the events of their day. You loved your job and you loved your kids. Each one was special in their own unique way: Ella built towers with anything she could get her hands on, Lucas was the master painter and Bianca and Taylor were the Double Dutch queens.

You were familiar with most of the parents as well. There was the group of ‘Mean Girl’ moms who actively shamed anyone who gave their kids so much as a cookie. Rachel and Elliot Kasper were the young, dreamy couple who were so in love it was disgusting. Mrs. Wells was the Master of the Bake Sales, who made the best chocolate chip cookies you’d ever had. And then there was Kim Taehyung: the hot single dad with eyes of honey and a heart of gold. He had moved to the states a few years ago with his daughter Jisoo, and you couldn’t exactly blame the moms who would swoon over him at PTA meetings. Between his caramel hair, puppy dog eyes and a jawline that could cut diamonds, no one could blame you for harboring a little crush on him. It didn’t help that the sound of “Miss. Y/N” rolling of his tongue was enough for your panties to become ruined. How can someone’s voice be deeper than the Pacific ocean?

Your eyes quickly found him as they ran over the school courtyard. He was crouched beside Jisoo, golden skin glistening in the early May sun, lips stretched into a large smile as he chatted with his daughter. You mentally cursed how good he looked in a plain black t-shirt, because no human should look that hot. And those arms, god those arms. You could barely breathe when his biceps flexed to pick Jisoo’s backpack.

You lingered in the courtyard until you were sure all your kids were gone before slowly dragging yourself back to your classroom. Due to school policy, you were required to stay for another hour before you could head home to your couch and a warm cup of tea. Doing your best to fill up the time, you stop by the teacher’s lounge to make yourself a cup of bland coffee, an important aid in making your way through grading thirty-two math tests. You loved to teach, but grading had to be one of the worst jobs on the planet. While your kids were wonderful, you couldn’t say the same about their handwriting. You had suffered through many a headache trying to decipher e’s from c’s and h’s from n’s.

Sure enough an hour later you were sitting at your desk rubbing your temples. Accompanying your growing headache was the familiar queasy stomach and empty chest. These phenomenons make up what you call the Feeling. The Feeling had plagued you since you were eight years old and you accidentally set your Barbie doll on fire.

For the most part, it had been a quiet Tuesday evening. Your parents had gotten into another fight, but that wasn’t exactly out of character at this point. You were alone in your room about to make Ken kiss the bride, when you heard a loud crash from the kitchen. You jumped at the sound, heart beating fast. Crashes often meant ugly fights and because of this, loud noises set off your fight or flight instincts. When you looked back at your doll, you found that your dear Barbie, along with your hand, were ablaze. Despite the fire, the burning sensation was nowhere to be found, and despite your surprise, you made no sound. Instead, you stared at the flames until your breathing and heartbeat slowed and the fire extinguished itself. The doll was a melted, black mess, but your hand was otherwise untouched.

That was the first of many times you accidentally set something on ire. Byt the time you were eleve, your pyrokinetic abilities were somewhat under control. As far as you were aware, nobody else knew about it and that was the way you wanted it to stay. However, your control over your flame had a direct relationship with the Feeling. As your control grew, the Feeling grew in tandem. You don’t know exactly how to describe the Feeling, but the closest you had ever come was it felt like you were missing the other half of your soul. At first, it was just a lonely thought it the back of your mind, but as you matured, it became more physical and more distracting. It was a dull ache most of the time and just enough distraction would make you forget about it, but some days it screamed at you, making it hard to focus on work and at its worst, leave you bedridden. You were to afraid to go to a doctor because while you didn’t know the exact cause, you were fairly certain that it was connected to your powers and you weren’t in the mood to become some lab experiment.

Today it hadn’t been too bad, but without proper distraction, it still bugged you. You had found over the years that peppermint tea eased the feeling a bit, so you found yourself once again in the teacher’s lounge, boiling a steaming cup. You were in the middle of stirring in some honey, when Kim Namjoon, the vice principal, approached you.

“Hey, Y/N.” He smiled fondly at you.

“Hey, Namjoon, what’s up?”

You liked Namjoon. Not romantically, but as a person. He was intelligent, funny and genuinely cared about both the staff and the kids. He had amazing ideas about how to make the students learning simultaneously more fun and more immersive, all while providing constant support for the teachers. He would make a much better principal then Min Jinsoo, who only liked his job for his pay.

“I got your field trip approved.”

A few weeks ago you had sent in a request for a field trip to a local dance studio that offered classes about movement for younger children. You were currently leading a unit on health and exercise and you figured this would be a great way to get the kids out of the classroom. When you had told Namjoon about your idea, he had immediately been on board. However, Jinsoo was an absolute stinge, and rarely granted field trip requests. This time, however, you seemed to have gotten lucky.

“Really? That’s great. What did you have to bribe Min with this time?”

“Bribery? Don’t you know who I am? I charmed him with my outstanding rhetoric.”

You raised an eyebrow. He sighed.

“Free coffee for a month.”

“Jesus, Joon, you didn’t have to do that!”

“A ‘thanks’ would have been sufficient.”

“Well, thank you. This will really mean a lot to the kids. We haven’t gone on a field trip since October.”

“No problem. You know the kid’s education is the most important thing to me.”

“I do, but we both know how expensive Jung’s prefered coffee is.”

“I never promised him that. If you think I am bringing anything other than that gas station shit, you are sadly mistaken.”

“Well, thanks still. Anyway, I better get going. I have a crap load of tests to grade. As much as I love these kids, their handwriting is really something else.”

“Aish, I know. Good luck. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow, Kim.”

An hour later, you’re finally done with checking the tests and entering the scores into the gradebook. You pack up your stuff, grab your coat and keys and head out to your car. The one positive about staying behind to grade tests, is that it means you miss rush hour. Instead of an hour, your drive home only takes thirty minutes. However, by the time you make it home, the Feeling begins to take over. You immediately make yourself another cup of peppermint tea before curling up on the couch and putting a show on Netflix. You can’t really focus on the plot though, because the Feeling is slowly taking over all of your senses. You hated when it got like this: all consuming, demanding that you pay attention to it. What you hated most is that there was no way for you to fix it. For all you knew, you would spend the rest of your life like this and if the pattern continued, it would only get worse.

You ended up giving up on watching the show and instead making yourself a light dinner before going to bed at six-thirty. You don’t fall asleep for a long time, tears streaming down your face as you longed for someone to comfort you, to tell you it was okay. When you can no longer keep your eyes open, you fall into a dreamless slumber.

HOSEOK POV

“One and two and three and four and…” Hoseok had long cutout Jimin’s counting, his only focus being his body and the music.

He loved the feeling of the solid, hardwood dance floor beneath his feet. With each step he felt more alive and he could feel a rush of energy run through him every time he breathed in. He threw his body into every leap, every step, every beat. Dance was his life and he communicated that with his movement.

He got so caught up in dancing that he hadn’t realized that Jimin had stopped moving. One second he was flying through the air and the next he was colliding with Jimin’s hard body before falling to the floor. He put his hand out to catch himself, but his weight was too much for his wrist and he cried out as sharp pain shot up his arm.

“Fuck, Hobi, are you okay?”

Jimin was immediately hovering over him, as he rolled on the floor clutching his wrist.

“Ahh, shit it hurts.”

“Do you need me to take you to the hospital? Do you need painkillers? Ice?”

“I’m fine. I’ll be fine. Just help me up.”

Using his good hand, Jimin lifted him to his feet and helped him hobble to the front desk where they kept a mini-fridge with ice. He hissed when he felt the cold against his now swollen wrist.

“Are you sure your fine?” Jimin’s voice was shaking with worry.

“I’ll be alright. Go back to dancing, I’ll be in in a minute.”

Jimin cast him a worried glance, but listened to him anyway. As soon as Jimin was gone, Hoseok channeled the energy that was always bubbling in his core to spread out down to his arm. He sighed in relief as the swelling went down. He became so relaxed, that he didn’t notice that he had set fire to the towel he had wrapped around the ice.

“Fuck. Shit. Goddammit.”

He quickly beat out the flame before throwing the towel in the trash, hoping no one would notice it. It wasn’t the first time he had accidentally set something on fire and he doubted it would be the last. Ever since he was eight years old, he had been setting random things aflame. Lucky for him, the only person who had ever caught him was his school’s druggie. The kid had blabbered to everyone on campus about Hoseok’s powers but every had passed it off as an LSD induced hallucination. Despite having them for his entire life, he had no idea where his powers came from, he just knew that they were accompanied by the strangest ache he had ever felt.

He waited a couple more minutes before heading back into the dance studio. Jimin had just finished running through the song again and was brushing the sweat from his forehead.

When he saw Hoseok, his brow furrowed in concern.

“Hey, what are you doing? Shouldn’t you be icing that?”

“It’s fine, just some temporary pain. I’m good. Should we run it again?”

“Actually, we have some kids from a local school coming in in a couple days. I was hoping you could teach it because it’s my parent’s 50th anniversary and I have to help with the party.”

“Uh, sure. How old are they?”

“Around five or six. Kindergartners.”

“Aww, just little kiddos.”

Hoseok had always had a soft spot for little ones. They were always so adorable, prancing around the studio, attempting to follow his instructions.

“Yeah, it’s a field trip from the local school. I think you’ll really like the teacher. She’s hot.”

Jimin sent him a wink and he rolled his eyes in response. Over the years, Hoseok had found himself perpetually single. Don’t get him wrong, he had got his dick wet plenty of times, but every relationship he had found himself in felt suffocating. Jimin, however, was a hopeless romantic and made it his life mission to find the girl of Hoseok’s dreams. This teacher was only one of the billion that Jimin had tried to set him up with and he doubted this one would be any different from the rest. Still, there was a part of him that hoped that she might fix the hole that was becoming more and more obvious every day.

Something was wrong. Very wrong. You had never felt this good in your entire life. You had just stepped into the dance studio to meet the instructor for your class, normal procedure. However, as soon as his hand clasped yours in a friendly shake, it felt like your entire body was healed. You almost jumped in surprise at the sensation and it took you a solid minute to recuperate from the shock. Throughout the class you found yourself trying to find ways to get as close to him as possible: the nearer you were, the more euphoric you felt. The hole that had began to become unbearable the last couple days, was suddenly gone. During the lunch break, you found yourself talking to him. The conversation was easy, and while you normally felt anxious around guys, you felt completely safe around Hoseok. He was handsome, a good dancer, and the absolute sweetest around the kids. You prayed to god he was single, because you weren’t sure you would be able to handle of the pain of him having a girlfriend. You dreaded having to leave. You didn’t know if you would ever feel like this again.

Sadly, all good things come to an end. You almost wanted to cry during your departure, but instead were forced to help manage your small children. When you shook his hand in goodbye, you felt a small piece of paper being passed to you. When you glanced at it, you were elated to see the ten digits scrawled in blue ink. You couldn’t help the smile that grew across your face and when you glanced back up at him, you burst out laughing at his cheesy wink. You didn’t notice your scarf in a crumpled heap in the corner of the dance studio, but Hoseok certainly did.

You at in your desk chair, lazily swinging back and forth, while you debated whether or not you should text him. You hadn’t had much dating experience in your life (read: none at all) and the last thing you wanted was to come off as too eager. That being said, you were eager to see him again. You longed to feel the comfortable ease that came with being around him and his gorgeous smile. You began to swirl into an anxious spiral, mind switching back and forth to the point that you felt a headache begin to form. You were so deep in your thoughts, that you didn’t hear the knock on the door or see Hoseok walk in.

You glanced up in surprise, “Oh...what are you doing here?”

He broke into a gentle smile as your tongue tripped over itself, which in turn made you smile as well. Just him being in the room made your mind calm and your anxiety quell. That all disappeared when you noticed the scarf, your scarf, in his hand. You come to the fast and disappointing realisation that he is not there for you, but simply to return your belonging.

“I’m here to return this...”

His voice was soft and unsteady, breath quick. He almost seemed nervous.

“...andtoaskyouonadate.”

He spit the words out so fast, it took you a moment to comprehend what he had just said. When the realisation did hit you, you opened your mouth before closing it in complete disbelief.

“I..well..um..you wanna go on a date? With me?” You couldn’t keep the disbelief out of your voice.

“Well..uh..yeah. Ya know..if that is something you would like?”

It was a good thing no one else was there to see you because you were both a blushing mess. Hoseok hadn’t actually gone a date with a girl in years (he was pretty sure casual one night stands didn’t count as dates) and you had never been on a date at all. You hadn’t even had your first kiss.

“I would like that...a date..that...we should do.”

Your nervousness seemed to cure him of his, as he burst out in the cutest giggle you had ever heard (keep in mind you work with five year olds).

“Thank god, if you had said no, I swear I would’ve died.”

You smile, the butterflies in your stomach still fluttering, but no longer preventing you from being a coherent human being.

“I’m just happy you’re not just here to return the scarf.”

“I’m happy you left it so I had an excuse to see you again.”

You giggled.

“So how does dinner and a movie next Saturday sound?”

“It sounds just perfect.”

“Well I should probably go, it’s Jimin’s birthday and if I don’t pick up the alcohol for his party, I don’t know if you will ever see me again.”

“Well then you better go, I don’t want a missing man as my date. Text me the details?”

“Sounds good.”

Time goes by slower than you would like, but now Hoseok texts you daily and that keeps your impatience at bay. By the time Saturday evening rolls around, you are a chaotic mess, trying to figure out what to wear. You always thought it was stupid how much time and effort put into getting ready for these kinds of things, but now you fully understood the pressure of trying not to look like you tried too hard, but also like you tried a little. Society is stupid like that. By the time you were walking out the door, you had spent nearly three hours on your hair, makeup and outfit, and you swore to god if the date went well, Hoseok was going to have to deal with you being a mess from now on.

You meet him at a new Mexican restaurant equidistant from both of your houses. You almost choked when you saw him, his usual attire consisting of sweatpants and loose tees replaced with a leather jacket and black skin-tight jeans. He looked god-level good and you wondered how soon you could get water because, goddamn, if you were going to get through this night you were going to need a lot of it.

As it turns out, despite his “bad boy” outfit, Hoseok was the perfect gentlemen. He held the door open, offered to take your jacket, and pulled out your chair for you. Just like the other day at the dance studio, conversation with him was as easy as it had ever been. You felt completely relaxed, and despite your generally closed off ways, you were willing to be completely vulnerable. It was simple and easy and you didn’t have to think about anything.

Everything was going great until you left the restaurant to walk to the nearby movie theater. You were halfway there when you ran into the one person you would pay money to never have to speak to again: Jeon Jungkook, your high school crush.

You and Jungkook had been in the same friend group in high school and were actually fairly close. You had spent many a night helping his piss drunk ass home and sobering him up so his father wouldn’t get mad and beat him again. You grew closer as more and more of your friends either graduated or became self-righteous jerks and by the end of your junior year, you considered him to be your best friend.

But then something changed. Jungkook grew distant within a matter of weeks, only talking to you when absolutely necessary. You were left heartbroken and confused, but when you tried confront him on the matter, he left you with more questions, then he answered. You later learned that he had found out about your little crush on him and instead of handling it like a mature human being, he ditched you out of embarrassment for your “pitiful ass” (his words apparently).

“Oh hey.”

Hey. Those were the first word to you in ten years, after abandoning you when he was all you had left. You glared at him, hand tightening around Hoseok’s.

“Hey.”

Your voice was quiet. You didn’t know what Jungkook wanted, but that didn’t stop you from being terrified that he would say something to make Hoseok never want to talk to you again. You were so happy for the first time in your life, and here was the one person who might just ruin it for you.

“Who’s this?”

Hoseok looked back and forth between you, clearly confused.

“This is my..uh..ex-friend, Jungkook.”

“Now that’s no way to introduce your best friend from high school.”

You hated that he looked so happy. That he was confident. You had wanted the world to rip him apart for what he did to you, but instead it seemed to only have built him up more.

“What do you want Jungkook?”

Despite your attempts to control it, you were sure both men could here the anger laced in your tone.

“Gosh, Y/N, I was just trying to be nice.”

“Oh, now you’re being nice? Maybe you should’ve tried that a couple years ago.”

This seemed to tick Jungkook off, his brows furrowing and his lips curling in a spiteful frown.

“Well sorry I didn’t want your pathetic ass trailing around behind me like a lost puppy.”

He turned to Hoseok.

“Let me give you some advice man, get out while you still can. She’s just an attention seeker and a clingy bitch. God, I can’t believe I was ever friends with you.”

Tears welled in your eyes, and before Hoseok can say anything in response, you were bolting down the street in the direction of your home, not looking behind you once.

Over the next few weeks you ignore Hoseok’s calls and texts, too embarrassed to talk to him. Over the course of the next month, you flirt with Taehyung and he ends up asking you out. You agree. He was much more confident than Hoseok and even though you didn’t feel the same relief as you did when Hobi was around, you thought that maybe getting out into the dating world would help fill up the hole that had gotten worse since you stopped hanging out with Hoseok.

Taehyung picked you up at your apartment before driving you to mini-golf. Like Hoseok, he was a perfect gentleman and the conversation was easy, but you didn’t feel the connection you had before. After letting you beat him (even though he denied it ferociously), he took you to a quiet cafe near your home. You were talking quietly about various teaching methods when you saw him.

Hoseok look tired and distraught as he dodged the barista’s attempts to flirt with him. You tried to focus on your conversation, but your eyes kept wandering back to where he was standing, waiting for his coffee. He hadn’t seemed to notice you yet and it was a fact you were thankful for. Despite the fact that you weren’t interested in Taehyung romantically, you didn’t need yet another date ruined by a ghost from your past. However, you’re luck seemed to runout when his eyes glanced over you. You could see the exact moment he understood what he was looking at.

A look of determination came over him as he grabbed his drink before beelining straight towards your table.

“Why the fuck are you ignoring me?”

You flinched at his sudden harsh words and you would’ve paid a million dollars to get swallowed up by a giant hole right then and there. Tae looked at you, obviously confused. You gulped audibly before opening your mouth.

“Hi, Hoseok.” You heard your voice shake and your will to live shrunk even smaller.

“Just answer my goddamn question, Y/N.”

You looked apologetically at Taehyung, “Can you excuse us for a moment?”

He nods, still confused.

You grabbed Hoseok’s hand and drag him outside of the coffee shop before turning to really look at him for the first time since your date. You could now clearly see how unwell he was. His lips were chapped and the dark circles under his eyes made him look almost dead. Edward looked more alive than him.

“Well?”

His voice wasn’t annoyed, just exasperated.

“I’m sorry.”

You looked up at him from under your eyelashes.

“That’s it?”

“No. I am really sorry. I shouldn’t have ignored you, I was just embarrassed. Jungkook, the guy we ran into, I used to have a thing for him and he found out and he thought I was pathetic because of it so he stopped hanging out with me. I just didn’t want you to think about me the same way he did. I..I really like you, Hoseok and I didn’t want you to hurt me like he had.”

Hoseok stared at you blankly and you felt the butterflies in your stomach begin to swarm with anxiety.

“Please say something.”

He looked at you in the eyes and you see his facial features begin to soften.

“I would never think of you as pathetic, Y/N. I’m sorry if I ever made it seem like it was even possible for me to think that. I really like you too, if you haven’t noticed and I haven’t felt this way about someone for a really long time. I just thought I had screwed up somehow, which, admittedly wouldn’t have been the first time. I just…”

You cut off his rambling by attaching your lips to his. He stood frozen in shock for a few moments before his brain registers what’s happening. He then begins to his move his mouth against yours. You felt a wave of warmth wash over you and your entire body relaxed into him. You don’t notice the heat at first, you are so consumed by the feeling of Hoseok’s lips on yours. The light is what drew your attention away from his mouth and to your arms, both of which were on fire.

You draw back in a panic, a yelp released from your mouth.

“Oh my god.”

You had set Hoseok on fire. You knew your powers would be a burden, but you had never imagined something like this would ever happen. By now, of course, Hoseok had noticed the flames too and was also in a state of panic.

“Oh shit. Oh my god, I set you on fire. Fuck, fuck fuck.”

“Wait, what?”

You pulled back.

“You set me on fire?”

Hoseok looked at you confused. It then came to both of your realisation that neither of you were screaming in pain, as one who was on fire would.

“Wait, can you…?” You looked up at Hoseok with bright eyes, “Can you light things on fire?”

Hoseok nodded slowly like he was afraid for the truth to come out. He looked down at the ground almost embarrassed.

“I can too.”

At that, his head snapped up and looked you straight in the eye.

“You’re lying.” His voice was rough, but you could hear a glimmer of hope in his undertone.

“I’m not. See.”

You lifted your hand and produced a small flame from your palm. As if in a trance, Hoseok’s own hand came out to brush the tip of the fire. When he deemed it harmless, he grasped your hand in his own and pulled you in for a hug.

“I’m not alone,” he whispers shakely.

His arms were tight around you and you once again were overwhelmed with feelings of comfort and belonging. After a long minute, he pulled away again, eyes glassy and lips curved into a shaky smile.

“Look, Y/N, I know that we haven’t known each other that long, but for the first time in my entire life, I feel like I belong somewhere and that somewhere is with you. So would you be willing to do me the honor of being my girlfriend?”

You looked up at him, eyes wide and heart open before nodding as tears began to trickle down your cheeks.

“Yes, Hoseok, I would love to.”

With that he pulled you in for a kiss, this one a bit more reckless and messy. You got caught up in how safe his arms felt and how euphoric your entire being was just because his lips were on yours. You never wanted the moment to end.

Eventually you pulled back when someone clears their throat. You find Taehyung standing outside the cafe door, looking a bit awkward.

“Uh, I’m gonna head out.”

“Oh god, Taehyung, I’m so sorry. This isn’t anything against you, I swear. You’re a really great guy-”

“It’s fine. Seriously. Look, I think your cute and I would have loved to date you, but just from looking at the two of you together, I can tell that he’s the one you should be with.”

A small smile graces your mouth at the comment.

“Thanks for being so understanding. I’m sure you’ll find the perfect girl out there somewhere.”

“Thanks. Have a great night, Y/N.”

“You too, Tae.”

With that he walks away, leaving you to sink into your new boyfriend’s arms.

You had never believed in fairytales and had a general distaste toward rom-coms. With your life being so bitter and lonely, you found it hard to believe anything close to the semblance of true love could be real. Hoseok completely flipped your world view. With him, everything was easier, lighter. If you were having troubles with work, he would be there to rant to and then take you to get a cup of coffee.

You had discussed your powers and found your experiences to remarkably similar: you both set things on fire at a young age, before gradually gaining control of it. You both had also experienced the missing feeling in your soul which had only grown with time, but most importantly, you both knew that that hole was gone as long as you were with each other.

Despite his disclaimer of not having a girlfriend since his junior year of high school, Hoseok went above and beyond in your relationship in ways that made you feel like you might be an inadequate girlfriend. The dates he planned were always fun and interesting but he also had an interesting knack for knowing when you just needed to stay in for the evening and watch movies while cuddling.

Somewhere along the line, the question of sex came in. You had barely kissed anyone before Hoseok, much less ever had sex and you were very embarrassed to admit this to him. He, however, was very understanding, and was willing to wait as long as you wanted.

“Don’t get me wrong,” he had said, “I would love to fuck you into high heavens right now, but I know that losing your virginity is scary and I don’t want you to feel any pressure whatsoever.”

You had felt much better after that and neither of you had touched the subject since. Before you knew it, you had almost been dating for a year. Your life had become the life you could only have dreamed of twelve months ago. Even Namjoon had mentioned how much happier you seemed.

You had gotten to know Hoseok’s friends as well and you often hung out as a group. You had grown especially close to Jimin, who was constantly trying to woo Hoseok’s other close friend, Yoongi.

“I just don’t understand,” he would complain to you, “I know he likes me, so why does he give me the cold shoulder all the time. We literally slept together. He had his dick inside me for fucks sake!”

“Maybe he’s just scared of commitment.”

“Scared of commitment my ass, what more could you need when you have my peach butt on demand 24/7.”

For your one year anniversary, Hoseok planned a picnic on the beach. You ate chinese takeout since neither of you could cook for shit and talked while watching the sun set over the ocean. After eating, you strolled along together, barefoot in the sand, hand in hand. You would playfully splash him with your foot and he would threaten to throw you into the chilly water. Your conversation was careless and free and your heart felt light. You wouldn’t have changed a thing, even for a million dollars. Eventually he stopped walking and pulled you to face him.

You looked up at him and giggled, but your smile dropped when you saw how serious he looked.

“What’s up?”

You felt your stomach sinking.

“I just wanted to take a moment to say how much you mean to me, Y/N. Before I met you, I didn’t even realise how shitty my life was. It was all grey and boring and sure there were times where I was happy but for the most part I was lonely and tired. And then you came in and you lit the entire thing up. The past year with you has by far been the best in my entire life. I feel so happy and free and like there isn’t a thing in the world that could change that. I love you, Y/N. I love you so fucking much and I just wanted you to know that.”

You felt the tears as they poured down your cheek. You were breathless, barely able to comprehend what he was saying.

“I love you too, Jung Hoseok.”

With that, he pulled you in for a kiss, his hands grasping your cheeks. His kissed you with such a ferocity that it felt like he was trying to transfer his soul into you. You were faintly aware of the fact that you were in public and that your bodies were probably catching on fire from the intensity, but you couldn’t find yourself to care. You just wanted to be consumed by Jung Hoseok.

You pulled away first when your lungs began to burn from the lack of air. Hoseok looked down with you and you would have to be blind not to see the pure adoration that filled his eyes.

“I have one more thing to ask.”

“Anything.”

“Will you move in with me?”

You don’t even think before nodding. And then you are kissing again. That’s when you realise you want him. All of him. You loved him and he loved you and there was no one else on the planet you would ever want to be with.

“Hoseok...I want to do it. Tonight.”

His gaze felt intense as his brown eyes met yours.

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel bad about it.”

“We’ve been together for a year and I love you so fucking much Jung Hoseok. There’s no one else in the entire world I would rather do it with.”

Once he realized that you were really serious about having sex with him, his entire demeanor changed. His eyes darkened and you giggled as he grabbed your hand dragging you back to the car.

“Eager much?”

“Look, I love you, but I haven’t had sex in like a year and a half. Forgive me if I am a bit excited to finally fuck the love of my life.”

You giggled again.

Despite his eagerness before, Hoseok insisted on taking it slow. Instead of pushing you up against the wall as soon as he closed the door like you had wished, he made you sit on the couch while he “got ready”. You let him, wondering what in the world he would possibly need to change in order to have sex. Maybe he was cleaning his dick. You giggled at the thought.

However, all traces of humor were erased when Hoseok guided you by the waist to his bedroom, only for you to find the room lit up with candle light.

“Sorry that there aren’t any rose petals, but I didn’t exactly have any forewarning so I hope this works.”

“Hoseok, this is perfect. You’re perfect. I love you so much.”

With that, his lips are once again on yours and you’re being pushed back until your legs hit the bed and you fell backwards onto the plush mattress. Hoseok’s hand found your breast and he softly groped it, enticing a soft sigh from you. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. Lewd smacking noises fill the room. Yearning to be closer to Hoseok’s solid body you wrapped your arms tight around his neck, and pulled him as close to you as possible.

Hoseok’s hand moved from your tit, and traveled to the hem of your sundress, where he began to draw small, teasing circles. You arched your back into him, a small moan slipping out of your mouth. His erection is pressed against your thigh, and you feel a small bubble of pride swell up in you. You had spent so much of your life doubting how you look and how you act, but here you were with a man who found you overwhelmingly attractive and on top of it, loved you with the depths of his soul.

You soon pulled away from the soft comforts of his mouth, only to tug at the hem his t-shirt before he gets the hint and removes the offensive fabric. You had seen Hoseok shirtless many times before, when he was swimming or dancing or during one of your many make-out sessions, but his broad shoulders and tight abs never failed to make you clench your thighs to together.

Hoseok noticed your stare and chuckled.

“As much as I appreciate you appreciating me, I think it’s only fair that you remove a little something too, princess.”

You felt your core tighten at the pet name, and you found yourself eagerly shrugging the dress over your head before you threw it off the bed to join Hoseok’s shirt. Your simple lace bralette and lavender cotton underwear weren’t exactly the sexiest lingerie one could wear, but the dark look in Hoseok’s eyes could have fooled you.

Then he was crawling back over you, lips attached to the side of your neck as he helplessly rutted down on your thigh. Your threw your head back in a moan when he bit down on a particular sensitive spot near the juncture of your neck and shoulder. Expletives fell from your lips as pleasure clouded your mind and you felt the wetness in your panties soak through the flimsy material.

One of Hoseok’s callused hands managed to make its way down your side before it resumed its place on the inside of your thigh. This time he moved them slowly upwards until you could swear you could feel the heat of his fingertips through your underwear. He lightly pressed on your clit, testing the waters before your soft gasp led him to add more pressure, rubbing in gentle circles. You whined at the motion, the unfamiliar feeling of someone else touching you there sent you into a heated frenzy.

“Fuck, princess, you’re so wet. Is this all for me?”

The low timbre of Hoseok’s voice rendered you speechless and you could only whine in response. He pushed the cotton aside before he continued his previous motions. The direct contact almost felt too much, your nerve endings on fire. Your fingernails dug into the bare skin of Hoseok’s back and he let out a low growl in response. He removed his fingers from your core, leaving you a whimpering mess in his wake. His fingers found their way to the clasp of your bra before swiftly undoing it. The moment the garment left your body, insecurity flowed through you. You resisted the urge to cover up your exposed chest with your arms. Hoseok seemed to notice the doubt in your eyes and in response, smiled down at you.

“It’s okay, princess. You’re fucking perfect. There’s nothing you need to worry about.”

His words soothed you and you relaxed as his palm slowly grazed against the side of your breast. You felt his lips slowly kiss down your chest before wrapping around your nipple. The sensation was completely foreign to you and your brain completely blanked as his warm tongue delivered soft licks. His fingers came to pinch the other nipple and you let out a high pitched moan in surprise.

He soon abandoned you breasts in favor of kissing down your abdomen. Your skin tingle and his touch only served to further electrify you. Upon reaching the hem of your panties, he kissed around the edge of the band before he grasped it with his teeth. Your lustful gaze followed him as he drug the fabric down your legs at an infuriating pace. Once the underwear had joined the ever growing pile of clothes, his lips attached themselves to the inside of your thighs, leaving small, deliberate bites that you were sure would become purple marks by morning. He moved himself to comfortably sit between your legs before glancing up at you with dark eyes.

“Is this okay? I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

You whine.

“Yes, it’s fine, just please touch me.”

Permission granted, he dove in, taking a tentative lick, before the soft lips that you loved so much wrapped around your clit. He moaned at the taste and you threw your head back, unable to comprehend how you got so lucky as to have this beautiful man, laying before you, eating you out like there wasn’t a finer meal in the world.

“Princess, you taste like honey. I can’t believe you’ve been keeping this from me all these months.”

Words failed you and you responded by clenching your thighs around his head, trying to bring him closer to you. Your eyes shot open when you felt the tip of his finger gently prod at your entrance, before he slowly slipped inside. You looked down to find him gazing at you intently, trying to gage your reaction. You gave a small nod of encouragement before leaning back into the pillow. Hoseok’s finger grazed your walls just the right way and you began to feel the start of a knot forming in your lower belly.

When he deemed you ready, he slipped in a second finger to join the first and this time the stretch was a bit more painful. Once you adjusted, pleasure sang through your body and the knot began to tighten.

“Hoseok,” you eked out, “I think I’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah, baby? Well then go ahead, let it go.”

It took only a couple more well aimed thrusts of his fingers, before your core tightened around him and white hot euphoria blinded you. If you were anymore coherent, you might have been worried about his neighbors hearing your scream, but your mind is instead a foggy mess and the only thing you could think about is how much you want him inside your pussy.

After you recovered, you dragged Hoseok up to meet his lips with your own, while your hands traveled down to his belt, quickly undoing the buckle. You reached your hand into his boxers to give him a few encouraging strokes, to find him nearly fully hard. He eagerly pushed down his tight jeans and taking his underwear off with them.

“Are you one hundred percent sure about this?”

“A thousand.”

With that, he reached up to grab a condom from his bedside drawer and quickly rolled it on. You felt him line up with you and you began to feel a little nervous. Would it hurt? How much and for how long? Hoseok catched your apprehension, and reached up to gently caress your cheek.

“Hey, it’s okay love. I’ll go slow and if it hurts just let me know. It’s all about communication.”

You nodded, your nerves calmed a little. True to his word, he pushed in slowly. The stretch was indeed painful and you winced slightly at the sting. Hoseok’s hand never left your cheek, wiping away the couple tears that fell. Once he was fully seated inside you, he stopped.

“Let me know when I can move. Take all the time in the world.”

“Okay.”

He leaned down to kiss you and you stay like that for a few minutes: his lips on yours, his cock connecting you in the most intimate way possible. There was a magical feeling to it, like all the stars in the heavens had aligned in just the right way. Everything felt perfect and you never wanted to leave his bed ever again.

Eventually, the painful stretch turned into a dull burn and you gave him the go ahead to move. He started slowly, thrusts steady and strong. You let out little moans as the rest of the ache fades into a delicious pleasure. The feeling seems to be catching up to Hoseok too, because he began to lose his rhythm, releasing little groans along the way.

“Fuck, princess, you feel so good. I never wanna leave your pussy, baby.”

“Hoseok, shit, keep going. Faster, baby, faster.”

He heeded your demand and his thrusts speed up, leaving you a mess underneath him. All you could do was moan, nails digging into his back. Your feet locked around his waist in an a desperate attempt to pull him closer to you. Your cries were getting louder and his grunts had turned into moans. The knot once again began to form in your abdomen.

“Fuck, Hoseok, I’m gonna cum soon.”

“Me too, princess, me too. Fuck, you feel so good.”

Neither of you noticed the fire beginning to burn, too caught up in your embrace. It started in your hands and moved up your arms and to your chest. The heat from the flames only fueled your pleasure, your sea of euphoria drawing back to form the tsunami that is your approaching orgasm. Hoseok’s thrusts began to stutter, balls tightening, moans reaching their peak crescendo.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Come with me, princess. Fuck, I’m gonna, I’m gonna…”

With that your both reach your peak, your pussy clamped down on him while he filled the condom. The flames intensified, as if your climax was their own personal brand of fuel. The euphoria that washed through both of your minds is so intense that you can’t even remember your own names. As the waves begin to calm, all you can think of is Hoseok before your mind faded to black.

You blink awake only to be greeted with harsh white light. You couldn’t remember much, other than passing out after having the best orgasm of your life. You quickly come to the realization that you are no longer in Hoseok’s bed or even his apartment. Instead, you are sitting in a plush chair, that is not entirely unlike a throne. The floral sundress you were wearing at the beach is replaced with what you can only describe as the most luxurious sheet you have ever felt forming a makeshift toga of sorts.

What the hell? you think.

As your eyes finally adjust more fully to light, you find that Hoseok is sitting next you in a chair and donning a toga similar to your own. The chairs are placed at a grand marble table which is in the center of grand marble room. The roof seems to be made of glass and behind it, the source of the blinding light shines through. Across from you sits a being, who seems not to ascribe to gender but rather transcends it to become (objectively) the most beautiful human being you have ever seen.

Hobi is the first to speak, as you are too lost to form words.

“Where the fuck are we?”

The being across from you chuckles at his question, mouth opening to show glowing white teeth.

“Ah, such harsh words. I forget how crass the human mind is. You are in what I like to call a transitional space.”

“A what?”

This time it is you who asks the question.

“A transitional space.”

“Transition between what?”

Despite your question, you’re beginning to feel a sinking feeling in your stomach.

“Between this life and the next. This room exists only for us to talk and once you leave, it will never exist again.”

“Wait, go back. What were you saying about our lives?”

Judging by the look on his face, Hoseok is slowly coming to the same conclusion that you have.

“You, my loves, are dead. During the final moments of your consummation of your love, the fire that burned quietly in your soul for the duration of your life finally consumed you and left you as nothing but ashes on white sheets.”

And there it was. You were dead. You had no idea why and you had no idea who this person or thing was, but something told you that this was part of something much bigger than you would’ve ever imagined.

“And who are you?”

Hoseok looks surprisingly resigned. During the course of your relationship, you had noticed that Hoseok didn’t take well to drastic change, yet here in this room, facing the most drastic change of all, he didn’t even bother to frown.

“I am Fatum, better know to you English speakers as Fate. And you are my children.”

Both of your eyes go wide. Fate looks calmly back at you and you become faintly aware that their irises slowly change color like the colorful LED lights on Hoseok’s car stereo.

“You and your deaths are part of a saga that has been drawn out over many eons. Once long ago, I had a lover, Ordo. They were my single purpose in life, the focus of all my energy. But sadly, good things rarely last forever in this universe, and they ended up betraying me. I had no choice but to destroy them. Instead of getting rid of them completely, I took their soul, combined it with a part of mine and split it in two. Those two new souls are you.

“You became my pride and joy and slowly the pain I felt about Ordo’s loss was replaced with my abundance of love for you. In fact, I became so attached to you that I made it impossible for your souls to ever be destroyed, even by me. But then you grew older. You became wary of me and began to act out. In the end, you followed in Ordo’s footsteps betraying me and my work for the good of the universe.

“This time, however, I could not destroy you like I had with Ordo. My blind adoration for you prevented that and so I cursed you instead. For the past several eons, you have been cast onto Earth in the form of humans. Since you are technically the same soul split into two bodies, separation for long periods of time is quite emotionally draining. Lucky for you, I cursed you so that you would eventually find each other and in the presence of your other half, find the most euphoric happiness ever known.”

“Excuse me if I don’t understand how that would be considered a curse?”

Fatum turns to face you and you shiver as his eyes seem to bore through your soul, the very one he supposedly created.

“Well, you see my love, your happiness has a...let’s call it an expiration date. Humans, the silly things, always seem to succumb to intercourse when they discover who they believe to be the love of their lives. You two are certainly no exception. Your curse comes in the form of death during the...uh...climax of your first time together. You then come back here to meet me, where I have explained this story to you a thousand times over.”

“And then what?”

“And then, Hoseok, I send you back to Earth to reborn yet again as another human only to live out the same fate.”

Fatum chuckles at their own joke.

“What about the fire?”

“The fire, my dear, is the only part of your former form that you retain. Before taking the form of an infinite number of humans, you were what you people call phoenixes. Your fire resides in your soul, which you know I cannot touch. In fact, that is where I got the inspiration for your curse. You know, the whole bursting into flames before being reborn schtick.”

“Yeah, yeah, we know. What now?”

Hoseok seemed to be getting impatient with Fatum’s long story. He wasn’t good at sitting still for long periods of time and you had been sitting here for, well, you didn’t exactly know, time was somewhat elusive in this interdimensional space, but it seemed like very long.

“You get reborn obviously.”

The smile Fatum offered looked like an attempt offer a kind reprieve to the crazy story that had been forced down your throat, but it came off as chilling and a shiver was sent down your spine as a result. And then the world faded to black once more.

The fall air was chilly and you were forever grateful for warmed air of the local cafe. It was mid-October and the weather had just begun to cool off from the intense heat leftover from summer, but the mornings were just nippy enough to make you reach for an extra jacket and scarf.

Despite being seven-thirty on a Saturday morning, there was still a bit of line, and you distracted yourself by looking around the quiet cafe you had come to love. Now in your second year of college, you found that the atmosphere provided the peace you needed to study, unlike the library near your dorm. Despite strict rules to keep the noise down, there was always someone breaking them.

You finally made it to the front of the line, only to be greeted by an unfamiliar face. You frequented the place enough to know all the staff, yet before you stood a boyishly, handsome man with the brightest smile you had ever scene. Something about him struck you as familiar, but you brushed off the feeling, dismissing it as your intuition going crazy from lack of sleep.

“Hi,” he greeted you, “I’m Hoseok, what can I get for ya?”

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noir-porker-parker-holland · 5 years

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Crash!Bang!

Roger Taylor x Reader

Wc: 2.9k

summary: ROger and reader can’t stand each other but something happens to the reader that makes roger realize something

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Being John's best friend meat going to the studio a lot. You were also an intern sound technician you had to work with the guys to achieve the shoulder d that they wanted. That meant you actually had to speak to the man that you despised.

But the feeling was mutual between you and Mr.Taylor.

You don't actually know what made him hate you, but after a while of putting up with his shitty attitude, you gave him a taste of his own medicine.

Truth was, you didn't hate him. You had actual feelings for him. But he didn't and you knew this. But the fact that he hated you didn't help your case.

“Y/n my dear how did that sound?” Freddie asked. “Um, that was great Fred,” you said. “I think we should add more spice to it.” “What do you mean?” He motioned for you to come into the room.

“We could add a bit of a solo from wither Brian or Roger.” He said. You shrugged. “Whatever. I mean it is your album. I'm just the bitch that helps make it sound good.” You said crossing your arms and walking back to the room. But you heard something come out from Rogers mouth that made you want to kill him. “You got that right.” He said. You turned around as he said it. “What's you say?” You said, your tone dripping with sass. “I said.” He came out from behind his drums and walked over to you. “Oh no,” John said quietly. “I said, you got that right.”

You scoffed, “care to elaborate on that previous comment?” You said. “You called yourself a bitch, and I well agreed.” He said simply. “Well if I'm such a bitch then maybe I shouldn't be helping your band with your album all the fucking time.” You said walking to the door. “Emphasis on the your.”

You walked out the door and immediately regretted not bringing your coat. But you were dramatic and didn't want to ruin your moment. You leaned on the wall and closed your eyes, sighing. You heard the door opened and out came Deacy. “Y/n, come back inside. It's cold out here.” He said.

“If you promise he leaves.” You said. He scoffed lightly, “come on you know I can't do that.”

“I don't even know why he acts like that with me. Want have I done? All I've done is been your friend and your fucking sound tech.” You said kicking the wall slightly.

“He just in a bad mood.” Deacy tried to argue. “No. He's always been a dick to me and I never knew why. I tried being civil but I wasted two fucking years trying to do that. It doesn't work, he hates me!” You shouted. Roger leaned on the wall and heard your entire conversation. He slipped back inside undetected by you and Deacy.

You and Deacy walked back into the studio and Freddie was in the control room giving Roger a hell of a time. You opened the door quite roughly and Roger left, bumping your shoulder in the process. You sat down and started to mess with the control board.

It was getting late and people were getting tired. “I'm tired I think I'm going to head home,” Freddie said. And Brian and John nodded in agreement. “I'm going to say need to finish this last solo.” He said as you stood up. But swiftly sat down. Deacy cane over and hugged you apologetically. “Bye y/n/n.” He said before walking out. You wave at him and waited for Roger to do his thing.

You mentally cursed yourself for carpooling with Deacy today. You didn't have a ride. “Well fuck.” You said as you walked out into the cold Roger hot on your heels to leave. “What? Too cold for a person straight out of hell?” He said not caring how much of an impact it had on you. “I carpooled with Deacy and well now I don't have a ride. Looks like I'm going to have to walk.” You said starting to head in the general direction of your apartment. “Bye rog-” you started but was cut off by him. “I can just take you home.” He offered. You shot him an incredulous look, “why?” You asked not sure as to why he was being so nice. “Because Deacy would kill me if I were to let you walk around town by yourself at midnight.” He said. Ah so he wasn't doing this on his own accord. You nodded slightly and opened the door of his car to sit down.

It had started to rain when you were recording but stopped. But it seems as though it resumed. You leaned your elbow on the door and propped you head up. Closing your eyes for just a second.

The next thing you know bright lights were heading straight towards you and Roger was swerving the car out of the way and mouthing 'im sorry’.

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You opened your eyes and saw the white walls enclosing you.

You felt an unbearable pain in your stomach and looked down to see it. Your wrist was wrapped up in a cast and your stomach had bandages wrapped around it. You head had various cuts, all of which you found out able later. When you vision finally clears you saw a head of blonde hair holding your right wrist leaning his head on the bed.

“Roger?” You croaked out. His head looked up at you. His eyes widened at you, “y/n I'm so sorry. I didn't see the car and when I did it was too late and it was so slippery I'm so sorry-” he rambled but was cut off when you spoke. “It's fine. But what the hell happened to me.” You asked. He sighed, and looked so tired. The fact that he was actually empathetic towards you was beyond what you thought he'd ever think about you. “Well your wrist is shattered. You have a very deep cut on your stomach due to glass being stuck there. And you have a bunch of small cuts on you head so they patched you up and you aren't going to leave for a couple days till your cut on your stomach heals to the point where you're able to go home.” He said. He had tear streaks on his face which confused you. Was he crying because of his injuries or because his car was fucked up? “God I'm so sorry.” He said holding your hand squeezing slightly. “ You lifted your hand and stroked his face slightly. “Why were you crying?” You asked bluntly. “They said that we're were bleeding a lot and we thought-” He started but got teary.

A stray tear fell down his cheek and you wiped it off. “We thought you wouldn't make it. But I couldn't nor would I forgive myself if you did.” You didn't know how to feel about him crying about you almost dying. “If you hated me, then why would you cry over me dying?” You asked. “I don't hat-” Roger was cut off my Deacy coming into the room. Roger quickly wiped his tears and walked out of the room. You followed him with your eyes but soon got distracted when Deacy started to cry because you were awake. “Oh my God! You're ok!” He said cradling your face and kissed your forehead. The rest of the guys said what they said and left to give you some rest.

But they left you alone. You didn't want to be alone. You wanted someone to distract you from your never ending thought about Roger. What was he going to say??

The door opened and Roger walked in. He sat down where he had been earlier. “So.” He said sitting down next to your bed. “so.” You echoed. “you never finished your sentence.”

He sighed. “Y/n my intentions were never to make it seem like I hated you. I don't exactly know why but I know it doesn't justify why I treated you like that. I'm sorry. The crash really out it into perspective.” He said holding your hand and trying to hold back tears. “If anything were to happen to you, I don't know what I would do. I realized that I need you in my life even though it may not seem like it.”

A stray tear fell down to your cheek and he was quick to wipe it off. “That doesn't give you a reason to treat me like dirt. Every comment you said made me feel like I was at home.” You said. And he could feel his heart drop into his stomach. You never had a good home life. Your dad was a drunk and your mom was constantly at work which meant either verbal or physical abuse from him. You had told the guys and you thought Roger did care but the fact that he felt like a dick when you said that told you that he did. “I'm sorry .” He whispered not trusting his voice. You sniffled. “Y/n, I liked you since the moment I met you and I know there would have been better circumstances to tell you this but I'm not very good with timing.”

You looked at him, and put your hand on his face. “I like you too.” You said quietly. The cheeky glint in his eyes was back and you could say you put it there. He leaned in to your face since well you couldn't. He saw that you didn't move back and he had to as just to make sure, “are you sure?” He asked.

“As sure as I'll ever be.” You said closing the distance and placing your lips on his. The kiss was nice and soft. As were his lips. Yours were chapped and cut but his was soft and plump.

You pulled away and Roger smiled. “You're a good kisser.” He said making you blush. “and I promise to be here till you get your stitches out.” You put your hand on the back of his neck and pulled him towards you again.

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Roger had been there for about two weeks and you thought it was time he go and sleep on his bed. You were one day away from getting your shitches you couldn't be happier. The stitches were the only thing preventing you from leaving. You had spent the night alone and it was cold. You didn't have Roger's warmth to hold onto at night. Though you missed it, you knew he had to have a night of good rest on his own bed.

In those two weeks you and Roger had established a relationship together. It was nice. He had a soft side for you that nobody else knew about. Though he hasn't said it, he loves you.

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The day went by quick and now they were taking out your stitches. Roger had said he was going to be here so you figured he was late. The entire process of taking out your stitches hurt. Not going to lie, you wished Roger was there so you could hold his hand.

You sat on the bed changed and ready to go when you realized he wasn't going to come. You checked yourself out and hailed a cab to go to the studio, where you told the boys you'd meet them.

You opened the door to the studio and all eyes went on you suddenly. “hey guys.” You said smiling but that smile soon faltered when you saw a girl wrapped around Roger. And Roger looking like he was having the time of his life. Deacy, Freddie, and Brian sent you an apologetic look as you walked into the room they were in. Roger looked up and saw you, the smile previously occupying his face soon fell. “Y/n?” he said pushing the girl off of him. “Roggy!” She whined, sounding so fucking annoying. You cringed. “I think it's the for you to leave Cassie.” He said. “My name is Carly!” She said. “Oh sorry.” He said not really sorry. “Roggy! Who is this bitch?” She shouted. “The sound tech, sorry to bother you. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to day the day off. It's been a hell of a day.” You said walking out not acknowledging Roger or Roggy, as Carly likes to call him.

To hoped in a can and mentally cursed yourself for thinking he'd change. You were two weeks into the relationship and he had already found a new girl to fuck. He couldn't go two weeks without a fuck. You walked up to your apartment and you were so glad you took the day off as soon as you hit the bed.

There was a knock at the door that interrupted your amazing sleep on your bed. You got up, ad walked into the door opening it slightly just in case you needed to slam it in a certain someone's face.

No, it was a person you need to see. Deacy. You opened the door and Deacy came in. You launch yourself into his arms and he laughed at how you were acting. Truth be told you missed him. “Deacs I missed you so much.” You said squeezing tighter. While you were hugging you didn't realize that the bad had waltzed right on into your apartment. You let go of Deacyy when you heard a man clear his throat. You turned around and there stood two men and the man of the hour. You smiled at two of them and didn't even care to acknowledge the third one. “what are you guys doing here?” You asked. “Darling you left. We wanted to make sure you were ok? You just got your stitches out today. We're just worried.” Freddie explained. “Oh you remembered. Ah yes, today was the day I was supposed to come home to my friends and Roger.” You said, you knew you were acting petty but it felt good.

The guys stifled a laugh at your pettiness and Roger's sad look never seemed to fade from his face. “Darling, me John and Brian are going to get you lunch if you don't mind. Excuse me.” He said to the other two leaving you and Roger alone.

“So did you sleep with what's-her-name?” You asked bluntly. “No. She just kept kissing me and I just didn't push her off.” He said truthfully. He didn't want to have sex with her because he was waiting for you. Instead he just made out with her. You nodded and sat down on the couch. “I hope this doesn't change anything between us. I still really like you and I hope you still do too.” Yes because when you're in a two week relationship kissing the next whore doesn't change anything. “I still like you but I should've known I guess.” You said. His heart dropped and he could feel himself tear up, he mentally cursed himself for ever letting that chick ruin his chances with you. “Y/n I'm so so sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you at the hospital. I'm sorry you had to see me with her. I'm sorry for being such a dick.” He wiped his eyes quickly and took a deep breath. “Are you lying to me?” You said. Though according to him, he did kiss her you still really liked him. You had liked him for awhile now. And considering that he is mentally beating himself up because if it, maybe he was sorry. The shook his head, “I don't know how you'll fix it but I forgive you. Even though you can't keep it in your pants.” You said teasingly. The smile on his face grew and he was overloaded with joy. He strode over the you and kissed you. Holding your neck with his hand and yours holding his, you both relished in how it felt to be in each other's arms again. “God I love you.” He whispered on your lips.

Your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest. And you knew he could hear it. “You don't have to say anything. I just want you to know I love you.” He finished. You looked up at him and pulled him back down to you and kissed him passionately. “I love you too.” You told him.

You both pulled away, grinning like idiots. You were both so caught up with the kiss you didn't even realize that the guys came in. “Whoop dee fucking Doo, they got back together.” Freddie said looking at the encounter. “Stop devouring each other's face and devour this food. It is not going to do it itself.” You both turned and walked to the table hand in hand forgetting that bitch that also screwed over your relationship. But jokes on her you still got him.

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megalony · 5 years

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Life unknown- Part 4

Another part to my Roger Taylor series Life unknown which I hope you all like.

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Confusion rattled through (Y/n) at the sight of Brian standing outside her apartment at six in the morning. Her eyes narrowing as she wondered why on Earth he had turned up at this time, and also how he knew where to find her for starters. They had never been on the friendship level to swap addresses with one another, meaning the only way he must have found out where she lived was through Roger. The reason she began to suspect he had turned up at her door with a worried yet apologetic look on his face.

Tugging the sleeves of her jumper a little further down her arms (Y/n) swirled a loose thread between her thumb and index finger as she leaned against the door.

"Did Rog send you?" Even though she wanted her tone to sound uncaring and annoyed she couldn't find it in herself to do that. As much as she had wanted to hate Roger these past two weeks it hadn't worked in her favour at all. The state she left him in only sent her into worry that he had gotten worse, that he had become emotionally unstable because of something she had or hadn't done. If she had stayed to make sure he was alright (Y/n) knew in her heart she never would have left and it was for the best that they had some time apart for a little while.

The time made her reflect on everything.

She remembered exactly how Roger had looked at her when they first set eyes on each other, and even though she never noticed it at the time, she could see it now. The way that he had looked at her like he was expecting her to be someone else when she turned around, showing that whoever this Tammy was, he thought she was her. But (Y/n) simply couldn't find it in herself to believe Roger had used her all of this time, because why would he be with her if he wanted to be with Tammy? Why would he befriend and then get into a relationship with (Y/n) if she wasn't who he wanted her to be in that moment when they first met?

She must have meant something to Roger by the way he had been so desperate to stop her from leaving him that afternoon and her heart had screamed for her to stay. But if Roger really wanted her to be someone else, what good would staying do if he was always going to yearn for another?

"I'm here because of Rog, can I come in please?"

(Y/n) said nothing as she simply nodded, pulling her lower lip between her teeth out of habit as she opened the door more for his lean frame to enter her apartment. Watching him walk over to the sofa before looking to her for the approval to sit down. Watching as she nodded, taking a seat alongside him which felt rather foreign and a little unnerving. Brian had never said a bad word to her and he had never been disrespectful in any way, but there had always been something about the way he acted that showed (Y/n) she wasn't really welcome. Or that if she had needed Brian's blessing to be with Roger, she knew she certainly wouldn't have got it.

"Is he okay?" That one question had pestered (Y/n) almost every minute of every day for the past two weeks. Leaving him like that caused such a feeling of guilt to weigh down on her wherever she went, but she couldn't bring herself to go and see him.

"We took him to the doctors yesterday, he'd self-harmed rather badly." Brian knew it wouldn't come as a shock to know Roger's habit of hurting himself when he got into a state, but he knew it would be hard to hear nonetheless. To find out someone you cared for deeply was hurting themselves was never a pleasant thing to hear, and for the boys to find out was even worse to know they hadn't stopped it before it happened when they saw him beginning to slip into a depressed state of mind.

The tears falling down her face didn't register until she felt Brian's hand gently holding her own for comfort as he looked close to tears as well. He hated to be the one to have to come round with the bad news, but he took it upon himself to find (Y/n) because they had no options left. If she didn't know what was wrong with Roger or why he was so broken then there was the chance she would simply cut ties with him and Roger wouldn't be able to take that. It would feel too much like he lost someone else and no one knew what would happen if that were to take place.

"B-but he's okay?"

Brian couldn't find the words to answer for a minute or two.

The band had made a quick decision that Roger needed to go to the hospital when they saw what he'd done. The drummer had been in such a state when he turned up after two weeks of shutting himself away from the world which had been a sure sign he was slipping back into his depression again. They weren't sure if he had taken some kind of drugs or had turned up drunk, but he was in no fit state to do anything at all. The sweatbands he always wore were damp with blood instead of sweat that had begun to make a small trail down his hands because he simply covered his marks without checking if he was alright or trying to hide them.

With his state like this Brian couldn't say he was alright, he might be physically recovered but mentally he wasn't.

"He's suffering. I don't know what happened between you two and I'm not asking you to tell me, but he needs a chance to explain. Even if you don't get back together, losing you as a friend would break him." Brian couldn't tell (Y/n) she needed to get back into a relationship with Roger because that wasn't fair nor his call to make, but he needed her to know that Roger deserved a chance to explain. He hadn't messed things up for no reason, he hadn't meant to mess things up at all and if she cut connections with him it would make Roger's recovery stop. She didn't have to agree with anything Roger said nor did she have to accept it or feel any obligation towards him, if she could just find it in herself to listen it would help Roger immensely.

"He called me Tammy. The only reason he talked to me that night we met was that he thought I was someone else."

A sigh escaped Brian's lips at the words that he had been dreading to hear since the moment Roger had announced who his girlfriend was. The band knew the reason why Roger had gone after (Y/n) to introduce himself and they knew getting into a relationship with her would come with a consequence such as this. But they couldn't tell Roger what to do, and though they advised him of the consequences he didn't listen.

The way Brian looked away from her and bowed his head caused (Y/n) to narrow her eyes because he looked almost guilty like he had been the one to mistake her name and talk to her in hopes of her being someone else. A breath of anger passed through her lips at the realisation that Brian already knew what she had just revealed to him before he had even turned up at her home. Now it became clear. Brian didn't want to be around her because he knew what she hadn't. He knew the reason why Roger had been with her in the first place, he had known what Roger had done and the name he would call her and he couldn't accept it. Now it made sense that Roger had been adamant the boys didn't hate her, because they truly didn't, they were worried that Roger would do something to hurt her.

"You knew, and you didn't say?" (Y/n) wasn't sure if she was telling him or asking him to confirm her suspicions, but either way, Brian nodded in agreement to what she had said. "You let him lead me on."

"You made him happy no matter why he first approached you, I can't tell him what to do and it wasn't my place to tell you the mistake he made. Regardless of why he talked to you, he still went out with you because he likes you." Brian wasn't Roger's keeper, he couldn't control what he did or tell him he couldn't do something. Nor could he find it in himself to hurt (Y/n) by telling her that Roger had only talked to her because he was hurt and mistaken. Even if Roger didn't have the right intentions when he first approached (Y/n), the rest of the time hadn't been a lie. Roger never went out with her because he thought she was someone else or because he desired her to be said person, he liked (Y/n) despite wanting to know her due to her resemblance.

"And he still called me another woman's name." How could (Y/n) let that factor go? How could she ignore the fact that when feeling desperate and afraid at the fact that she was going to leave him, Roger had called her the name of another woman who he had mistaken her for that night when they first met?

Knowing he couldn't disagree with that, Brian got to his feet. He had told her what he came here to say, and she hadn't declined the offer to go and talk to Roger. He couldn't plead Roger's case for him anymore without revealing things that Roger himself should be the one to say.

"Rog got hurt, really hurt five years ago and he can't get past that point in his life right now. He wants to apologise but he can't do that unless you let him tell you what happened, and I'd really appreciate it if you would." Roger couldn't make an excuse for calling her by another name because it had hurt her and it had been wrong. But he could tell her why he was damaged and what was happening with him to make him act in such ways. If she gave him the chance he would explain and apologise in a heartbeat because he never wanted to hurt her at all.

Clasping her hands in front of her (Y/n) walked Brian to the front door, his words replaying over and over in her head as she tried to debate what to do, but in her heart, she knew there was only one thing she could do. Trying to move on from this without giving Roger a chance or learning what had happened would never work. The desire to find out what had happened was too great and leaving Roger in such a state felt inhumane of her when he needed someone to listen and understand him.

Just as Brian stepped out of the apartment he stopped at feeling a hand on his arm, his eyes locking with hers that looked a little confused.

"Who is Tammy?"

"I can't tell you that, it's not my place." Brian shook his head sadly, a feeling of respect passing between both of them when (Y/n) nodded. Realising that it would be overstepping the mark on Brian's part if he were to indulge her and explain Roger's story that simply wasn't his to tell.

"Why didn't you go to her instead of me today?"

"She's dead."

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crazedlunatic · 5 years

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Lockdown

“What do you mean you lost him?” Paige exclaimed.

“I’m sorry but he’s a sneaky little kid, okay?” Taylor said. “He’ll turn up.”

“Burt is going to kill you and then me!” Paige said. “Did you at least tell mall security?”

“Not yet. I was looking.”

“Where were you looking?”

“I don’t want to answer that question because it will sound like I’m trying to make him gay.” Taylor cringed.

“Disney store?”

“Yeah. The princess costumes… then the princess toys and the princess—”

“This is not helping! How do you lose a seven year old?”

Taylor didn’t say anything.

“You went into the bookstore.” Paige closed her eyes.

“He was right with me. I was looking at the back of a book or two and then he was just gone.” Taylor cringed again. “I love you?”

“His mom just died. Who knows what he’s doing right now? Oh God. Burt’s going to kill me and then Mom and Dad will but they’ll probably just give you freaking potato candy.”

“Which is awesome. It was nice knowing you, Paigey.”

“How old are you again?”

“Physically, mentally, or emotionally?” Taylor blinked at her.

“It was a rhetorical question!”

“You teach college kids. It’s intimidating. Sometimes I don’t know!” Taylor said. “Look, let’s just split up. I’ll take the second floor and you take the first.”

“No. You’re taking the first because you’ll just go look at books.”

“… You know me too well.”

…

“It’s been four hours and we can’t find him anywhere.” Paige told one of the seven— seven— police officers in the food court. “He wondered off. He’s seven years old and his mom just died of cancer. Also… well, he’s on the girlier side so don’t bother with Dick’s or Sears because he’s… yeah. Not there.”

“He’s also definitely not in the bookstore.” Taylor said anxiously.

“Did you go back into the bookstore? You were supposed to be on the first floor!”

“I was trying to find you.” Taylor snapped, seeing seven other police officers searching the main hallway on the second floor.

So far three teams of seven officers had been sent in. One per floor.

Twenty one police officers.

Four hours.

Mall on complete lockdown.

And still no Kurt.

However, video footage did not show Kurt leaving the mall so there was that. He was hiding out somewhere.

“You know you’re supposed to watch kids in public places, right?” The oldest officer, the Chief of Columbus PD, asked.

“What?” Taylor gasped sarcastically. “We had no idea. We thought that’s what you all were here for.”

“Taylor!” Paige growled, showing the group a picture of Kurt on her cell phone.

“Split up between the two floors. Check children stores or anywhere with children’s clothing.” The captain told the other six officers. “Anyone sees him, you radio in but don’t grab him because we don’t want to scare him.”

The six officers split up, going to join the other fourteen that were already searching.

“I’m going to go look through Macy’s again.” Paige sighed, going off in the other direction.

She knew for a fact that Kurt and his mother frequently came to Macy’s trying on different outfits just for fun when Burt was at work. She was always doing stuff like that with Kurt—he didn’t feel comfortable enough to talk about things he enjoyed like that at school but it was her mission to make sure he was happy. So, until he was ready to act this way around his friends, they would do it together.

Paige had been back to Macy’s twice so far and they had three officers in that store alone but it was possible that if Kurt hadn’t been there before, he could have come back. It was also possible all of the police being around was scaring him and he was now hiding instead of wandering around.

She called his name a few times, looking around, and then saw a tiny boy sitting under a display of women’s dresses.

She sent a text to Taylor and then walked over. “Hi, stranger.”

“Hi.” Little Kurt sighed. “I knew you’d find me.”

Paige sat next to him, well aware they probably looked crazy sitting between two mannequins in summer dresses.

She supposed it came with being an aunt.

“Want to talk about it?” Paige looked at him.

“No.” He shook his head, looking down and sniffling.

“You know you can’t run off like that, right?” She asked him gently, watching him.

“I wanted to get away.” Kurt looked at her—seeming so much older than seven in that moment.

Paige raised her arm and Kurt scooted over, leaning into her. “I get that. When Taylor is talking about pasta, I want to get away too.”

Kurt giggled a bit between sniffs.

“You scared us.” She looked down at him.

“Sorry.” Kurt said, still pressed against her side. “Mommy liked these dresses.”

“They’re pretty.” Paige said.

“They’re tacky.”

Paige had to cover her mouth to keep from laughing. Kurt had not mastered the art of faking or sugarcoating yet… although with Burt as a father, she doubted he ever would.

“Mommy was pretty.”

“Yeah. She was.” Paige pushed back some of his bangs. “So are you.”

“Boys aren’t supposed to be pretty.” Kurt sighed.

“Boys and girls can be whatever they want to be.” Paige told him, looking into his eyes. “And their daddies and grandparents, and aunts will always love them… even if it might be a little weird for Daddy now.”

“He’s trying.” Kurt’s voice was soft.

“He tries very hard because he loves you very much. He’ll get there soon.” Paige pushed his bangs back again. “We’ve gotta get these cut, don’t we?”

Kurt nodded, biting his little lip.

“How long are we gonna sit here? Huh?” She smiled.

“Can we just a little bit longer?” Kurt asked.

“Yes. As long as you want to.” Paige nodded, pulling Kurt onto her lap. They must have reopened the mall because people were filing in little by little. Still, she didn’t (and wouldn’t) move. Not until Kurt was ready. “Your Mommy loved you so, so, so much, sweetie.”

“I know.” Kurt nodded.

“I’m so sorry.” Paige gave him a big squeeze.

“Me too.” Kurt bit his little lip again. “Is Daddy going to kill me? I don’t think he knows what he’s doing.”

Paige let out a loud laugh. “Grammy and Grandpa won’t let that happen, sweetie. I don’t know how much dinner variety you’ll have until you’re tall enough to use the stove, though.”

Kurt buried his face in her shoulder and started to cry.

“Shh, Kurtsie, it’s okay.” She rubbed his little back. “It’ll all be okay and Taylor and I are going to be here all summer. “We’ll show Daddy how to make your favorite stuff… and we’ll get some of Mommy’s stuff and pictures and we’ll make a scrap book for you to look at so you can see her whenever you want.”

Kurt nodded into her shoulder, his little hand in her hair.

“It’s okay, lovey. It’s okay.” She rocked him while still rubbing his back. “You know Daddy can be your best friend too?”

He nodded, pulling back and wiping his eyes.

“We may have to give him some Disney study time but Taylor and I will have him ready to go by the time August comes. Does that sound good?” Paige wiped his tears away.

“Yeah.” Kurt nodded once more, letting out a watery hiccup.

“You ready to go find Taylor so we can go home?”

Kurt stood, hopping down from the display.

“You did lose your no hand holding privileges, though, sir.” Paige stepped down as well and held out her hand.

“Paige, Taylor walked right by me like eight times.” Kurt giggled a bit.

“Taylor is what we like to call… Taylor.” Paige sighed and shook her head. “We gotta love her though, right?”

“Yeah. And you.” Kurt said, staying very close to her side.

“What about we stop and get some cheesecake on the way back to Lima. Any problems with that?”

Kurt’s blue eyes lit up.

“I didn’t think so.” She laughed. “Now when we get to the car, you need to call Daddy and let him know you’re okay. If he sounds mad, just cry. Works every time—just a tidbit of advice. Daddy is a sucker for tears.”

“I can handle it.” Kurt said confidently. “I think he’s more likely to cry than me right now.”

“Yeah.” Paige gave him a sad smile as they made it to Taylor.

“You abandoned me, you stinker.” Taylor scooped him up. “I had to talk to the Chief of Columbus police for a billion years. We’re all dead now.”

“Sorry, Taylor.” Kurt wrapped his arms around her neck in a hug.

“Burt will never let all three of us live this down.” Paige sighed as they walked out to the car.

“I’m more worried about Grammy personally.” Taylor said. “We’re… not going to tell her I’m the one that was with him when he ran off, right?”

“Well I’m sure not saying it was me! I can put up with Dad and Burt but you’re all on your own for that one, my dear.”

“Taylor, you walked by me eight times. I was sitting on the floor.”

Taylor looked at Kurt. “Probably because I thought you had a blue shirt on… That was yesterday, wasn’t it?”

“At least you’re pretty?” Paige laughed.

#baby kurt #wbuct drabble #wbuct prompt

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hystericalrogertaylor · 5 years

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Reconnecting (Chapter Five)

Pairing: Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor X Reader

Word count: 1298

Summary: (Y/n) and Roger have been friends since the cradle. When they’re suddenly pulled apart and reconnected years later, they both can tell that the relationship has evolved. They lead very different lifestyles now. Can they continue what they had, or go for something more, with this gap between them?

Warnings: James being drunk and dumb? Terrible writing, I wrote this in less than a day so I could publish it today, please don’t sue

A/N: Next chapter will be better, I promise. Also, please don’t hate me for mixing real life facts and movie occurrences. I felt like it would work best like that.

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You held the cup holder in both hands, while also trying to keep your purse on your shoulder and open the door to the studio. Your purse fell into your elbow, causing the cup holder to jolt, spilling a little bit of coffee onto your arm. You hissed in pain, finally getting the door open. The band were in the recording room, arguing over something. Sheffield sat at the soundboard, looking ready to commit homicide, while Gayle was sprawled out on the couch, asleep. You shook your head. This is not how the apprenticeship looked in your head.

“Mr. Sheffield, I got the coffee--”

He held up his hand. “Not now! Can’t you see I’m busy?”

His yell awoke Gayle, who sat up quickly before running a hand through her tangled hair. You could see at least two hickies on her neck from where you stood. You smirked, knowing your plan to set Roger up worked.

You looked back over at the band, who were...still arguing. “Is this normal?” you asked quietly. You did not want to deal with children.

“Yep.” Sheffield turned on his microphone. “We’re on a time schedule! This bickering is nowhere on that schedule!” He beckoned you over to him, grabbing a coffee out of the cup holder. Not checking to see if it was even his, he took a long drink. He set down the cup slowly, sighing. “That was disgusting.”

“Maybe because that one’s Brian’s?” You rolled your eyes, handing him his cup and grabbing Brian’s. You held up the cup holder so the boys could see it through the glass. They all smiled, running out to meet you.

“My angel,” Freddie remarked, grabbing the correct cup before plopping himself down on the couch. Everyone else made similar statements while grabbing their cups. Roger stood by you, putting an arm on your shoulder like you were an armrest, sipping his cup slowly. “So, how was your first night back in England?”

“I’ve had better,” you sighed, laughing. “I had to babysit a drunk James. Not the first time, but it’s still annoying. He unplugged my alarm clock, stripped the bed, and fell asleep on the toilet. I found him leaned up against the wall because he’d been in there almost an hour and I was worried.”

“Sounds like you have a son, not a boyfriend,” Freddie chimed in.

“Yeah, I’d say.” Roger looked down at you. “And you’re fine with doing all that?”

You shrugged. “He’s in a new country; everything’s strange to him. I can’t just drop him somewhere.”

Roger pressed his lips together. “True.” He took another sip.

“Theoretically, you could physically leave him anywhere,” Brian said wisely. “You’d just feel guilty about it.”

You smacked him on the arm. “Thank you, Brian, I’ll keep that in mind.”

Once everyone had had a few minutes of peace to drink their coffee (before Sheffield yelled at them again), Roger went back into the recording room alone to record something on his drums. You stood next to Sheffield, who was still sitting at the soundboard. You tried to get him to talk to you and figure out what he was planning on doing, but his sour mood proved chronic, as he ignored you most of the day. You ended up just watching and taking mental notes.

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You, Roger, and Gayle stood outside the studio. The sky was pitch black and a few stars shone through the glare of street lights. “This apprenticeship isn’t what I was hoping for. I don’t even think I’m going to be reimbursed for all that coffee.”

“Don’t worry,” Roger reassured. He had his arm around Gayle’s waist. “We’re trying to figure out how to drop him and find someone else.”

“But won’t I just go with him to whichever band he gets next?” you questioned.

“We’ll find a way to keep you.” Roger winked, smiling. “Can’t get away from me that easily again.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling back. “Oh darn,” you replied sarcastically.

Gayle gave Roger a pat on the chest. “I’m going to go sit in the car. I’m really tired.” She gave him a quick peck on the cheek before walking away.

As she walked away, you blinked in mock surprise. “She’s changed quite a bit since twelve years ago. She’s less controlling.”

Roger chuckled. “True. And she doesn’t bite her nails anymore.” He smirked again.

“Eew, you are so gross.” You pushed him away by the side of his head. He laughed, swatting at your arm.

“Okay, I’m going to go back to my flat. See you tomorrow?” Roger pulled you into a hug.

You hugged him back. “Yeah. And I’ll be on time tomorrow. If I can just keep James sober.”

Roger nodded solemnly, letting you go. “Right...good luck?”

You shook your head. “He’s a good boyfriend, you guys are just looking at his flaws.”

He shrugged. “I have that tendency with people.”

“Unless it’s women,” you both said simultaneously. The two of you erupted into giggles, not caring that Brian was leaving and watching you both apprehensively.

“Okay, leave!” you shouted, shoving him away again. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Roger stumbled away dramatically to overplay the shove. “Bye!”

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“James, please get out of the bathtub.”

“Why?” he slurred loudly.

You rolled your eyes, leaning on the wall next to the closed door. “Because I need to pee and I can’t do that with the door locked.”

“Pee in the trash can!” He hiccupped.

“I can’t aim.”

“Why not?” You heard him sloshing around in the bath water.

“Because--just get out!”

“Fiiiiiiiiine.” You heard him loudly unplug the drain. He stepped out a few minutes later, fully clothed, looking a little pissed. “I was having fun.”

“We can’t pay to have you get drunk every night.” You stepped around him, closing the bathroom door behind you.

“Yeah, okay, whatever.” You heard him flop down on the bed, letting out a very loud groan.

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“Wait, hang on. What?”

“We’re going to record the album at a farm.” Roger rubbed a hand over his face. “It’s supposed to help us be freed of any distractions.”

“Is Gayle coming?” you asked. Since you’d set them up at the bar that one night, Roger and Gayle had become exclusive partners. She was often at the studio, making love eyes at him the whole time. After years of such behavior, you found it annoying. They also frequently fought in the middle of recording something. Everyone was frustrated. You didn’t want to deal with her the whole time.

“No. Neither are Veronica, Mary, or Chrissie.” Roger shook his head. “I’m going to miss her, but at least I’ll have my buddy there.” He nudged you, giving a small, sad smile.

You smirked, nudging him back. “You won’t be too bad to room with either.”

He laughed. “I hope not. I’ve been told I snore.”

“Oh that’s not going to work.”

You both laughed. Maybe a farm wouldn’t be too bad.

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“How long will you be gone?” James had his arms around your waist, staring into your eyes.

“It won’t feel like a long time at all, I promise.” You stood up on your toes to plant a kiss on his cheek. “Just promise to take care of yourself. Please, don’t drink.”

James rolled his eyes. “I can drink and handle myself at the same time.”

You shook your head, smiling. “I feel like your mother sometimes.”

He shoved you away playfully. “Leave me alone!”

You laughed. “Okay, okay!” You walked back over to him, kissing him on the lips this time. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You broke away from him, getting into your car. You began to pull out of the driveway, watching your boyfriend getting smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror.

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ultimavolatusrpg · 5 years

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ACCEPTED // CORDELIA SNOW WINCLAIR

28 years old, Granddaughter of President Snow, FC: Rachael Taylor

Compassionate, Thoughtful, Devoted, Stubborn and Bossy

tw: death, prostitution

Cordelia Snow Winclair was born to Linnevia Winclair and Honorius Snow. Life was a constant battle for survival – was that a fair comparison knowing she wasn’t the one with her name on a paper at the reapings? Cordelia’s first breath had been her mother’s last. Due to her father always being away on business and never having to care about his kid going to sleep with an empty stomach, her fair treat toward the house’s avoxes and servants took a huge part in the experiences that would later make of her a kind woman. Her childhood was fairly normal considering the circumstances. Despite her grandfather being Panem’s president, the world of bright streets and colourful clothes never managed to blind her. Growing up she watched the annual Hunger Games with her family, celebrations that would bring everyone together and plan different gatherings for each night in advance. It was a tradition that couldn’t be questioned or at least that was what she had been taught when learning about the games’ rulebook and so it remained like an excuse to watch the whole Capitol cheer in excitement whenever the most anticipated event was around the corner.

Everyone knew what her next big step in life once reached the rightful age would be ever since she was born: take part in the family’s matters around the whole country and the precious event. But Cordelia had other plans, and these included leaving behind the silky comfortable cushion to experience the outdoors. She wanted to take part in the games but from a different position. She didn’t want to be the one with the control remote, the puppets’ strings. She couldn’t stand up against that – not on her own. But she could be part of the only less destructive part of the process: trying to put the victors together, at least physically. The blonde understood that the only path her family would accept the easiest without stating that she was going off the road too much was medicine. Undergoing plastic surgery to alter their appearances ran in the Capitol just as much as in her family and this was considered to be an acceptable choice that would potentially even increase the family’s power in a different field. Whiskers, dyed skin, talons, decorative patterns cut into their skin, gems implanted in their skin…all of these alterations were so heavily done that most of them were just disfiguring and even though Cordelia had been brought up surrounded by them, she was one to find the tribute’s beauty even more exceptional and extraordinary than any of the outrageous fashions she could learn about. Therefore, she began working with the medical team since a young age. She was responsible for the checkups prior to the games: she needed to make sure the tributes could offer a good show. As far as she was concerned, there was more to her job than that. She was known for going out of her way to help tributes reach peak physical and mental condition. She knew there was no magic potion, no pill that could make up for the years of starvation and other deficits. But she wanted them to reach a balance between health management and optimising performance to stand a better chance out there.

Eventually, she became the medical director – someone who could now state which were going to be the priorities and how their use of medicine was going to aim in a different direction. They could guarantee good results without the surgical intervention of a tribute only because <that’s the way its sponsor wants it>. She became a sponsor too, but not for the sake of entertainment. She did it anonymously, not wanting to own those people or their merit while sitting back without a single scratch on her body. She used to support the way victors were given a taste of their extravagant world after the arenas, but this changed when she learned about the way highly attractive and desirable victors were almost always prostituted to citizens of the Capitol. At a young age, her prestigious position gave her the possibility to have any victor she wanted in her bed for a night. It didn’t sound weird to hear something like this going on around the Capitol. In fact, it could be any capitol citizen’s hobbies. The victors and tributes were seen as toys while the other district’s inhabitants were barely treated as human beings with feelings and emotions, too. The blonde rejected her grandfather’s and father’s offers many times, but she had in mind she’d need to accept them eventually; that was the only way to show off her loyalty. She had to be thankful for the chance, one that not everyone could get. Rejecting the offer would only make her a fish out of the water – she was aware of how dangerous it was to be different in such a structured system.

However, it might have been a surprise for many victors when Cordelia would confess she wasn’t looking forward to getting between the sheets with them. She doubted someone in the whole country wouldn’t want to sleep with them…but doing that against their own will was so fucked up. Yes, somehow and despite general beliefs, Cordelia could wrap her head around how this wasn’t right. Instead, she would suggest them to have more encounters like that one. The chosen victor would get their night off without anyone finding it out, and in return, Cordelia would ask them about the districts…the world beyond the Capitol’s selfish eyes if they wanted to share it with her. That was the only way the girl found to have an outsider view and keep her ideas alive. They’d watched the stars or dawn from the balcony, exchanging thoughts and ideas before messing with their hairs, throwing the blankets, clothes and cushions around the room in order to leave fake evidence. There was no use in trying to repair something already broken but if she could be a single moment of relief and peace in the endless chain of suffering, she’d give her best to use her skills for those who needed them to continue breathing and not changing the size of their ears. She wanted to be the warm hand and smile waiting for them despite how little and probably indifferent the gesture could be. It was easy to find her place in a system controlled by her family, even though she was supposed to be harming people instead of healing them.

And it would’ve worked, if it hadn’t been for an exception – someone who had caught her attention since the reaping. But Cordelia hadn’t been able to bring herself to look into his eyes while injecting the tracker into his forearm. After all, the odds could not be in their favour. For once she had been biased, sponsored someone excessively because she was determined to find his face the next time the hovercraft’s claw welcomed their new victor. Where there’s a will, there’s a way…and he became the victor she wouldn’t let anyone else lay a finger on him. He made her understand she wasn’t wrong for not blindly loving the glitz and glam of the event and there was a point in believing that this didn’t justify any of the deaths for them to prove a point. She had grown incredibly fond of him, but she had remained cautious: that wasn’t his place, his home. He wasn’t welcomed there except as another piece of the games, a shiny toy with a price. Even though she tried to protect him as much as she could from the formalities and the demands of being a victor, she knew that it was equally important to let him go from time to time in order to keep him safe.

But then the unexpected evidence of their love was on its way. The bigger her bump, the closer it brought them to the unbearable truth. How could she possibly expect anyone to ever accept she was carrying the baby of not only a rebel but also a victor? She was meant to build a life with someone with blue blood from a privileged and powerful family instead of empathizing with those her people loathed. Those around the mansion were starting to suspect and Cordelia needed to come up with a believable excuse. And that was when someone who had received the worst of treatments from her family proved how unworthy of forgiveness she was. Being the same age as her, Wade had been Cordelia’s confident and good friend since she was a kid. Both had proven each other wrong as the years had gone by – he had his own story to tell and she had hers. Despite being an avox, Wade had made himself being heard. Hadn’t Cordelia known him so well, she’d have pretended taking the blame and claiming to have knocked her up wasn’t a way of trying to set himself free from a life he had been sentenced to. He had left her a note filled with thankfulness for their friendship, hope for the future but stating this was his bullet to take because she bet on her changing the infamous last name of her family for good. He knew the storm was coming after such a statement. The next day, an incident that was blamed on the rebels, took his and a few more lives that were worthless for the capitol.

Her friend’s death only gave her the last piece she needed to complete the puzzle – the president would go to unthinkable lengths to preserve the power. Being a member of his family didn’t offer any level of immunity to his recklessness. With enough misleading wigs and make-up, Cordelia’s tried to return to the only people who’ve warned her about this during those endless nights. After a year of giving birth, she’s been assigned to return to the Victor’s Village to give check ups. Of course there are ulterior motives to her presence. Her grandfather believes having someone infiltrated and undercover there, one who can keep track of their lives and notice if anything’s out of order is the real reason behind the excuse of caring for their health. Regardless, Cordelia knows better than betraying her work ethics. Even though she’s required to provide monthly reports of not only their health but any details about the rebellion, she may not be giving the truest of the latter. Rumour has it she’s even been accused of helping the rebels with information that was meant to be kept between the mansion’s walls. But she’s willing to take a stand because she knows either way she’s putting her one year old in great danger. But she’s realised she’d rather help those that could guarantee him a future beyond his last name than leaving him in the arms of a grandfather who’s too known for accidentally poisoning those he doesn’t consider worthy of his respect.

Cordelia’s always willing to offer a caring hand if it can bring a smile to someone’s face. This may make her come across as someone way too kind not to have something under her sleeve considering the people she surrounds herself with – but she’s one to know when to act like just another selfish capitol citizen and when to let her guard down. She knows in her heart it’s her duty to turn her back on the districts – otherwise how could her speeches of justice for the capitol citizens be genuine ever again? She’s aware of the fact that she can’t remain silent and hope for the best when someone else could eventually bring any of this to light. She knows chances are behind one of those doors awaits the man who doesn’t know the baby in her arms is his, too. She is afraid that this could take them out of the frying pan and into the fire in a blink of an eye. She feels the pressure of feeling like she’s letting people down but also becoming another family disappointment.

PENNED BY: VIC

#accepted #character bio #cordelia

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hay-389 · 5 years

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Blindspot Fanfic:

The Sun Must Rest

AN: So I currently have two Blindspot stories I’m working on, on Fanfic.net. One, which will be this one, isn’t uploaded yet. Pretty much this is the first chapter and I just wanted to see how people liked it and if they would be willing to read the story if I continue. Obviously when your reading you will notice some differences from the show. This pretty much is just a set up for later chapters, and continues into season 4 where Jane is Remi. My other story is a continuation off of the first season into the second, my own creative take. There’s only like 2 chapters right now and if you decided to check it out my account name is Hay389. You’ll also notice that it hasn’t been updated in a few months but don’t worry I’m working on it and chapters are coming very soon. Sorry for the long comment and thank you to everyone who read through it all. Hope you enjoy this, please let me know. Also sorry for any mistakes, don’t have a beta. The bold is a flashback.

The leaves on the trees are beautiful mixtures of reds, yellows, and oranges. Most though are scattered all over the ground, creating a crunching sound when anyone dares to walk through them. Their color is fading into a muddy brown, and while they aren't as pretty, the overall setting resembles a sunset. In contrast, the sun is rising in the east, a variety of pinks, purples, and blues painting the sky. The moon still hangs in the world above, but the birds are already wide awake chirping their usual morning tune. A patch of sunlight reveals itself, and Remi stands still closing her eyes, allowing the sun to soak into her skin. "Enjoying your sun bath," Roman jokes.

Remi chuckles. “Very funny. Maybe you should try it sometime, you are looking rather pale." Roman put his hand over his heart, “Ouch sis, and here I thought my tan was perfect. Say, is today the day you’re finally going to explain why you do it?"

Remi smiled at her brother, her hazel eyes boring into his bright green ones, her voice taking on a more serious tone. “You are still too young to understand, but I promise one day you will."

And as the sun sets in the west, those same beautiful oranges, yellows, and reds plastered over the sky, Roman finally understands why his sister did it. He realizes she was right, he was just a 13 year old kid looking for an answer he would have laughed at, but know as a 30 year old man currently laying up against his favorite childhood tree, holding in whatever blood hadn't already found its way out, he felt the hot rays of the sun hit his already clammy skin and heard the birds chirp their final goodbyes to the day. He somehow felt at peace. It was something that could not be put into words but had to be experienced personally, like trying your first ice cream cone or that magical first kiss. He can't count how many times his sister has done this exact same thing, but he can clearly remember the look of peace she held on her face and that makes him smile. As the years past and they grew, he used to think she forgot what that felt like, because he surely did. Not only that, she kept her promise, just like always. He used to wish for this day all the time, the one where she would provide him some stupid explanation so he could laugh, but now that it's here he doesn't mind it being the last thing that runs through his mind before death takes him. And he's sure if he strains his ears enough, positive it's not just from blood loss, he can hear his sister in the distance call out his name. Then when she appears next him pressing down on the wound he gave up on, Roman knows it’s not fake anymore. His sister Re-, no his sister Jane came back for him even after all the hell he put her through. A tear rolls down his cheek, too out of it to fully focus on what his sister is saying, as he stares at the person who wasn't his sister but is. This makes him realize he never should have given up on her, no matter if Jane remembered him or not. Then another tear slips out, as he remembers his sister isn't too off from joining him on the other side. He wishes he had known zipping her would have been lethal in the end, because he would have stopped her from taking it. Roman can't change the past though, so he prays that the team will find the clues he left behind that will lead to her cure. His sister deserves a long and fulfilling life. "Roman, stay with me." he can hear Jane plead. Roman can feel his body turning ice cold. "I'm afraid," he softly whimpers, “I don't want to die alone."

Listening to her brother whisper that finally lets the tears she has been holding back fall. "You’re not alone," Jane reassured Roman, “I’m right here." Hearing those words was all he needed. Roman felt his eyes grow heavier, and eventually it became too much and they started to flutter. He mumbled I love you, sure he didn't form coherent words, but positive he got the message across when she smiled down at him. As he took one last look at his sister, who was now holding him in her lap, he was glad she would be the last thing he saw.

When Roman's eyes didn't open, Jane knew he moved on, but she wasn't ready to let go mentally and physically. He has only been gone for a few seconds and she already mourns the lost memories she may never get back, and the new future they could have had together. At this moment she doesn't care about how he chose shepherd over her or that he made the team’s lives’ hell these past few years, she just wants her brother back. The only person who cared about her when no one else did. She's just happy that he got to spend his last moment in a place held close to both of them, instead of being left alone in some wooded area. Jane swept the little strands of hair out of his face to get one last good look at him. He might have been dead, but his face looked at peace. That's all she cared about, Roman being in a better place.

She's not sure how much longer she sat there, but it must have been a while because Kurt had practically dragged her away from the body so the coroner could take it away. "I'm sorry," he whispered soothingly, over and over again into her ear as she held him close for comfort. Jane wanted to say he wasn't sorry, because wasn't that their original plan? Take out the threat if necessary. Kurt didn't know how she felt, it wasn’t like that was Sarah currently being dragged off in a body bag, and Taylor didn't count. Sure it was a very sad and unfortunate event, but he was just a kid, and Taylor’s resting at peace herself. This though dived into much more complications. Jane knew he was just trying to be supportive so she just held on. When he winced, she knew enough was enough and he had to go to the hospital. "You have to go get that looked at."

"I'm fine," Kurt lied," I already got it bandaged up by paramedics. They told me to make sure I keep it clean and change the pads when it starts to bleed through. I just need rest. So do you."

Jane sighed not in the mood to put up a big fight. “I would rather you got checked out by a real doctor."

"Jane I promise you I am fine. Why don't we head back to the hotel and get some rest. Then if you want we can start planning for Roman’s funeral. Ok?"

"Ok." she replied.

#blindspot #fanfic #sad #Jeller #Roman #final goodbye #siblings #gone but not forgotten #blindspot fanfic

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davidcarner · 6 years

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Casey & Walker Ch 1, The Rookie

A/N: This is like nothing I've ever done in fanfiction. It is like what I've done in my novels, so I have some idea what I'm doing (SOME). It probably is more like Aces, Charles than anything I've done on here. I'm throwing it up since there was interest. If you hate it, tell me, if you love it, tell me, if it's eh, tell me. It won't leave me alone...about the time I get one done, another thought enters my head. Ch 1, The Rookie

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck, I do write crime novels…if I should die, I'm going to need someone to clear my browser history…for the research I've done!

Sarah looked in the mirror. She shook her head at her clothes, realizing she looked like every stereotypical female detective on TV; a shade of navy blazer and slacks, a light colored shirt, usually a peach or cream, and sensible shoes for chasing the bad guys. She sighed as the radio droned on. The DJ cut in. "Today marks the beginning of Mayor Burton's new plan of combining detectives with those in the IT field." Sarah rolled her eyes so hard she thought they might pop out of her head. She hated Jack Burton so much…she had even told it to his face when she last saw him a few days ago. He had a photo op with her and her new partner, John Casey. IT field…why didn't he just say what it was, a cop and a nerd. She smirked. She had passed the academy with flying colors, something that shocked many, given she was an "IT specialist." With so much of today's crime being cyber related, the Mayor decided a good idea was to combine good ole fashioned police know how with up and comers in the IT industry. Sarah did love the physicalness of her training, especially since Casey agreed to help her.

She got in her car, not the Porsche; that was too much of a giveaway of who she was. Sarah put on her glasses and huffed. She had earned everything she had accomplished, there were others who didn't think so, but she could care less. She had to admit, she did look pretty badass in her "uniform." She smiled as she pulled into the Los Angeles police department. She was ready for this, she was sure of it. She had done so well at the academy, she had broken so many records. The only ones that she couldn't top belonged to someone with the initials O.R. She walked into the station and noticed the chaos. She looked over and found her partner, John. He was already up and heading her way.

"Come on, Kid," he said. "We've caught a murder." Sarah's eyes got wide and she followed after him quickly. They got into his Crown Vic and took off for the crime scene.

"How'd we catch this one so quick?" Sarah asked.

"Oh, the Mayor is all over us to get as many shots at cases at possible," Casey said.

"Casey, I'm sorry you got dragged into this," she said, sighing and leaning her head against her hand. John was a good detective, one of the best. He had seen action overseas in the armed forces, he was the Burton's bodyguard for a while, and he was the reason Sarah wanted to get into law enforcement. "One more thing, watch me." Sarah looked over at him. "In case I slip." Sarah grinned at him.

"Still not used to it?" she asked. Casey shook his head. "Did I make the wrong choice?" Casey sighed.

"Without getting into a bunch of lady feelings, I know why you did it," Casey said. "I also know you didn't tell them because they didn't tell you about this new program. The three of you are the worst at communication I know, and that's coming from me." Casey looked at her, and she bounced a shoulder. "Jenny, you are one of the smartest people I know, and you are also one of the most stubborn, however, there is one more stubborn, and it just happens to be your father, the Mayor of LA. So why I get why you changed your name, it hurt them, and I'm not sure you didn't do that on purpose."

"All I want to do is live my life," Sarah said, looking out the window.

"Kid, he cares, and he's involved," Casey replied. "Would you rather him not even be in your life?"

"No, but there's a nice place in the middle," Sarah said grinning. Casey nodded as they pulled up to the crime scene. "By the way, is this the only time you wear a suit?" Casey grinned.

"I know a lot of the kids today don't, but I'm old school, so I guess I should look the part," Casey said. "Let's go." The two got out of the car and walked up to the crime scene tape. One of the uniform officers let them under. Casey was being informed of things, and Sarah was listening while taking in everything around her. The crime looked to have taken place in the mouth of an alley. It was blocked off by the yellow crime scene tape, but something else caught Sarah's eye. There looked to be a homeless person further down in the alley, slouching over a cart. His hair was long, dirty, and stringy. His clothes looked like something found in an 80s thrift store, but two things jumped out at her. The first was his shoes. They were Chuck Taylor's, a popular shoe in the 80s, but they didn't look like they were as worn as the rest of his clothes, the other thing was his eyes. He was far away, but for a split second, she made eye contact with him, they were warm chocolate eyes, something she didn't expect to see in a person who had clearly gone through quite a bit in life. He was hunched over, so she thought he was around 6 foot tall, but he could be taller. He seemed skinny, lanky even. He didn't bolt at the eye contact that most of the homeless did she saw in the city. She started toward him, when an arm grabbed her.

"Whoa," Casey said softly. "Where do you think you're going?"

"I'm going to talk to that guy over there," Sarah said. "Chances are he saw something, most ignore the homeless, and there's a good chance that he saw what happened." Casey grinned and nodded.

"Good eye, Kid," Casey said appreciatively. "It's your first day, let me handle him, chances are your olfactory senses aren't ready for him, if you know what I mean." Sarah gave him a grateful smile, and nodded her head, acquiescing. She looked around the scene and noticed multiple tarps over the area.

"Why so many?" she asked the officer on scene. He went a little green.

"That's the body," he said. She looked around, confused. "He's been dismembered, for a lack of better word."

"And no one saw it or reported it?!" she said.

"Would you?" he asked. Sarah thought. They weren't in the best part of town. If something did happen, most would run, to save their own skin. She looked over to where Casey was, and she learned something. He was leaning against the wall, looking at the scene, right by the yellow tape. Less than five feet away was the homeless man talking. To a person passing by, it looked like Casey was simply making notes on the scene, while a homeless man was babbling incessantly. After a bit, the homeless man took off. Casey remained where he was, still looking like he was making crime scene notes. After a bit, he closed the notebook, and headed over to his partner. Just before he got to her, his phone rang. He answered, and if Sarah didn't know better he was expecting whatever he heard. He hung up, and walked over to her, his mouth in a tight smile, his eyebrows slightly raised.

"We have caught a break, a confession," Casey said.

"How did you know?" she asked. Casey looked confused. "You knew that phone call was coming, you weren't surprised by the phone call." For a split second, so fast, that Sarah could have believed she was imagining it, she saw surprise on his face, followed by respect, but just as quickly it was gone, followed by his normal schooled expression. "As long as I've done this, little shocks me, Walker," he said, trying out the name. Sarah grinned.

"Casey and Walker," she said, nodding. Casey returned the grin and nodded.

"We're either a hell of a detective team or a lawyer firm…a bad one," he said. Sarah laughed.

}o{

Sarah looked at the file in front of her. The deceased was Emmett Milbarge, an assistant manager at a big box electronics store in Burbank….he looked familiar. She dug around and found what she was looking for, he worked for the Buy More. Oh, that guy. Sarah huffed, not wanting to think bad of the dead, but he was a bit of jerk…that wasn't fair…he was really a jerk. She pulled up the file of the man who had confessed, one Stephen Bartowski. She glanced through his file, history of mental problems, but nothing that showed the type of rage required to commit such a violent crime. The theory was Milbarge had been conned by Bartowski and confronted him. Bartowski…that name sounded familiar. She checked the computer, and found she didn't yet have clearance. She looked around, didn't see anyone, and decided using black hat skills at a white hat job was okay. They didn't call her Piranha for nothing in the hacker world. She got into the system and found what she was looking for. That was weird…Stephen wasn't a con artist, it was his wife, Mary. They had two children…social services had removed them from the home at a young age, a Eleanor "Ellie" Woodcomb, nee Bartowski and one Charles Irving Bartowski. She found the file on Ellie and found that she was a doctor and lived nearby with her husband a Dr. Devon Woodcomb. The two children had been sent to live with a Bolonia Grimes and Michael "Big Mike" Tucker. Sarah's eyes raised. "Big Mike" was the manager of the Buy More that Emmett worked at.

Sarah shut the file and thought for a moment. That would make a lot of sense. Stephen was trying to find his kids, Emmett may have confronted him, and Stephen had a psychotic break…but that kind of rage? Obviously she was no mental health expert, but the man in the interrogation room didn't look or act like a man who could dismembered someone. She saw Casey watching her, and turned to him.

"What am I doing wrong?" she asked. Casey looked troubled, for a split second, and then he shook his head.

"Sarah, we're partners, in the end we have to have each other's back, but obviously if something about a case bothers you, you need to investigate it," he said. "It's going to be a bit before we talk to him. Lawyers are going to be involved." Sarah looked surprised. "He is a genius who built the Intersect communications device. He spent all his time working on it, he has friends in very high places, but at the end of the day, he's a recluse, to the point his own kids went with their grifting mother." Casey shrugged. "Family, what can you do?" Sarah grinned knowing what he was getting at. "Do what you do, and we'll deal with it," he said, heading off. The way he said "we'll deal with it"…she shook her head. She was getting paranoid. "By the way, I'll try and get you into the system sometime today, but since you have other ways and I have more pressing matters…" he said, sneaking up behind her, making her jump. She swatted him good naturedly.

She went back into the system, looking for Charles Irving Bartowski, but found nothing. She thought for a minute and went to find Casey. He was in the break room. "I'm going to the Buy More to talk to people there and see if I can find anything." Casey nodded.

"That's good police work, Walker," he said, winking. She went downstairs, got in her car and drove out to the Buy More. When she walked in, she thought someone might come to her quickly, given the way she was dressed, she thought she screamed cop. Two employees took a look at her and ran away, most everyone else ignored her, except for one female, in a short black skirt, black fishnet stockings, a white button-up shirt that was a little too tight, and a tie.

"Help you, Five-oh?" she asked. Sarah smiled.

"I need to talk to the manager." She nodded, gave her the one finger, "wait here" and headed toward the back. She looked over to the DVDs where she thought she saw someone disappear, but a short man with a beard headed toward her.

"Wow," he said. "I bet you get a lot of bad 'you can arrest me any day' jokes don't you?"

"It's my first day, so not yet," she said, tensing, ready for a come one. The guy nodded.

"I'm Morgan Grimes," he said, offering his hand. "I'm assuming you're here about Emmett?" Sarah was surprised. She thought he'd be creepy, she shook his hand. "My step-dad, Mike is the manager, I'm guessing that's who you want to see."

"I was hoping there might be some surveillance footage from yesterday I could look at," Sarah said.

"Weirdest thing," Morgan replied. "Somehow it got wiped off of the computer." Sarah grinned.

"Bet you a Lou's sandwich I can find it," she said. Morgan grinned.

"You're on," he said.

Thirty minutes later, and one "Chuck special" later, Sarah was watching the footage as Morgan stood nearby, looking nervous.

"Something you'd like to tell me?" she asked, smirking.

"What if I know something, but telling you would only get more people hurt?" he asked. Sarah turned to him. "I'm serious." Sarah just stared at him. He gulped. "Someone or someones could die."

"I can protect you," she said.

"Like Emmett?" he asked. She turned back to the footage, and paused it. She took a picture of the man arguing with Emmett with her phone camera. She had the rest of the footage emailed to her at the police department. The man with Emmett was tall, over six foot, with gray hair, a posture of a man who felt he was of great importance, and it was obvious he was used to getting his way.

"Is this the guy you think killed Emmett?" Sarah asked. Morgan said nothing, he just looked down. She knew she could get him to talk, but legally, she shouldn't. "What's his name?" Morgan just continued to look down. "There's an innocent man going to jail."

"Maybe he's guilty of something else," Morgan mumbled, shrugging. He didn't believe that.

"Do you know Charles Bartowski?" she asked. Morgan's head shot up. "I know your mother and step-father took him in, but he seems to have disappeared. How could he just disappear?"

"He's dead," Morgan said. It was a lie, but it was a practiced lie. "Do yourself a favor, let Stephen go to jail."

"Are you saying Stephen killed Charles?" Sarah asked.

"I'm saying Chuck is gone, and it's Stephen's fault, so what does it matter?" Morgan replied. "If you leave this alone, no one else dies, if you keep this up it's going to end badly for everyone."

"Who's everyone?" she asked. There was silence. Sarah pulled out a card and gave it to him. "I am not judging you, please understand that, but I know, you know more. If you want to talk, call me. I'm here to administer justice."

"Is everyone there about administering justice?" he asked, taking the card. Sarah hadn't thought of that.

}o{

Casey watched Walker when she returned. He knew she would be trouble, but how quickly she started to sense something was wrong was incredible. She was a detective, not an IT person playing detective, but an actual detective. She was using all her skills, and one day soon, if not already, she was going to be so much better than him. He looked at the folder on his desk, and sighed. He knew what they were doing was playing with fire, but he wasn't sure who he could trust. He thought he could trust Walker, but would she trust him when she figured everything out, and she would, the question was, had she already? She walked over to him, a folder in her hand.

"Can I talk to him for a minute?" Sarah asked. Casey shrugged.

"He's waived his right to counsel and has confessed," Casey said. "ADA Larkin has already had him sign the paperwork, it's open and shut, Walker."

"Casey, it doesn't feel open and shut," she said. Casey couldn't help but smile.

"Then you trust your gut, Walker," he said. "You'll never hurt my feelings double checking something. I'd rather us be right, than me be wrong and not trust my partner." Sarah stared at him, thinking about what Morgan said. She nodded and went to the interrogation room. Casey counted to ten, slowly, and went to the observation room. She sat there quietly for a moment just looking at Stephen. After a few seconds he began to squirm. She continued to be quiet, and Stephen got very agitated.

"What, I've confessed, what do you want?" he asked. She opened the folder and pulled out the crime scene photos of Emmett's corpse having been dismembered. Stephen jumped away from the table. "Why would you show this to me!?" Sarah just looked at him. She grabbed the photos, put them in the folder, stood up, and looked directly into the two way mirror. Casey flew to the door, opened it carefully and quietly, closed it, quietly, and raced to his desk. Sarah came slowly around the corner and placed the folder on her desk.

"Anything else we need to do?" she asked. Casey shook his head wordlessly. She nodded. "Think I'll head home then…partner." With that, she held his gaze for a few seconds, turned, and left the precinct. He watched out the window as she drove away. He got up, picked the folder he had made off of his desk, and headed out the door. He went downstairs, got in his car, and drove off, never noticing Sarah's car hidden in a nearby lot, her watching him go. She put the car in drive, and went back to the precinct. She went back to their desks, and the folder Casey had was gone. She sat down in her chair and thought. She spun to one of the night shift that had come in. "You guys ever order out?" He smiled as he pulled out a folder of delivery menus. She sat back in her chair, a feed of Stephen's cell that he was about to be transported to on her monitor. It was going to be a long night.

}o{

Casey entered his apartment, and dropped the folder on his coffee table. He picked up the TV remote and found a war documentary. He walked into the kitchen, opened the freezer, picked up the lean hot pockets, the doctor warned him he needed to work on his cholesterol, put it in the microwave, picked up his bottle of Johnny Walker, and that's when he felt the draft from the window.

"Took you long enough," he said.

"There was a couple in the alley making out," the voice answered. "I was afraid they were about to go to the next level."

"That would add Peeping Tom to your breaking and entering," Casey said, waiting for the microwave to beep.

"Are you a Peeping Tom if you're watching someone have sex in public, or just a voyeur?" the man asked. Casey thought for a second, the microwave interrupted his thoughts. He pulled out his hotpockets, brought them and his Johnny Walker over, sat in his recliner, glanced at the curly haired man on his couch reading the file.

"I guess you're not a Peeping Tom," Casey admitted. The man nodded.

"Your partner's attractive," the man said cautiously. Casey grinned.

"She's a geek," Casey said, smiling.

"Nerd, that's what my dad always preferred," the man replied.

"Pretty ballsy letting your dad go to jail for that murder," Casey retorted. "Chuck, she's figured it out." Chuck looked up at Casey.

"It was his choice, it keeps mom safe," Chuck replied. "Volkoff doesn't know it was mom who got the information to the DA. Speaking of which, is Bryce safe?" Casey nodded. Chuck was quiet for a second. "She spotted me twice today."

"You wanted her to spot you," Casey said, grinning. Chuck was affronted. "Oh, quit, Bartowski. You've nearly burnt you've been undercover so long. You miss people, and she tweaks your gears."

"Tweaks my gears," Chuck mouthed, confused. "Let's pretend I know what that means, do you trust her?"

"Her dad is the mayor," Casey answered. Chuck just stared at him.

"Does she know?" Chuck asked.

"She knows, she didn't vote for him, but she knows he's the mayor," Casey replied, proud of himself. Chuck just stared at him. Casey leaned forward. "We don't know it's the Mayor, only that it's coming somewhere inside the Mayor's office." Chuck leaned back. "But she'd bust him in a minute if it was him."

"So what are you saying?" Chuck asked. Casey leaned back, taking a pull of Johnny Walker.

"We invite her to Team Moron," Casey said. Chuck looked at him, and Casey shrugged. "Okay, Team Bartowski."

A/N: The players are in place…mostly. Let me know, if you hate it, you won't hurt my feelings. Take care…til next time.

#Chuck #Sarah #Charah #fanfic #fanfiction #Casey & Walker

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jade-bellatricus84 · 7 years

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Promptography 101 (part 2)

Oh, boy, here we go! this update was fun to write. I had bit more difficulties with this chapter than the first one but that’s okay! I persevered and here we have Promptography 101 (part 2)!

I would like to extend a huge thank you to @geekgoddess813 @atarostarling @moonraccoon-exe and @inconsistencys for all of their kind words of encouragement! you guys are seriously the best!

Summary: Your art class has been going remarkably well but one day life decided to smack you in the face with a shovel. (You know EXACTLY what I mean to. we’ve all been there.) Professor Prompto comforts you and helps you through the sadness.

Warnings: Um, there’s a little bit more swearing, hints of depression and anxiety

Word Count: 1648

Notes: The song referenced is not mine. It is called You’ve Got A Friend by James Taylor. if you don’t know it, check it out. it’s an oldie but goodie, for sure. definitely one of my favorites. Music is a huge part of my life so there will be a ton of songs referenced within this series.

So, without further ado...I give you...Promtography 101 part 2!

The next few days of your art class were interesting. The assignments were all about building confidence. Professor Prompto insisted that everyone submit their four worst art pieces and then the class went around highlighting the best parts. As he had expected the compliments and positive comments towards the pieces had given the entire class a much needed confidence boost. These assignments also sparked new friendships within the class. He was a professor who truly cared about his students and their morale.

Then one day you were having a particularly rough day with your other classes. You just couldn't seem to do anything right. After your last class for the day you hurried out of the building, wanting to be as far from that place as possible. In your rush to leave, however, you bumped into someone and dropped all your things.

“Gods dammit!” You cried out, voice breaking with pent up emotion.

“I'm so sorry! Are you- Y/N?” It was Professor Prompto. “Are you okay?”

His voice sounded truly concerned. He knelt down to help you gather your things. All you could do was manage a weak nod, you didn't trust your voice right now. Once you had all your belongings back you cleared your throat and risked speaking.

“Yeah...I'm fine, Professor...” You mentally kicked yourself at how pathetic you sounded, hell even you wouldn't have believed it sounding like that. You could feel his beautiful blue eyes carefully studying your face.

“Y/N...look at me...” He waited for you to do as he asked. “Do you want to talk about it? I can see that something is eating at you...it's not healthy to hold it in...”

You felt your lower lip begin to tremble and you bit it in an attempt to to hide it. The concern and compassion shining in those beautiful blue eyes broke you and you felt tears well up. He gently wrapped an arm around you and turned you to head back into the building. He led you back to his classroom with his hand lightly pressed into your upper back. It was surprisingly comforting. The problem with that was in that the safer you felt with him the more you wanted to cry. You didn't want to cry, well, maybe you did but not in front of your sexy professor. Once he got the door unlocked he opened it and ushered you in. he let you take the good rolling chair that usually sat at his desk as he grabbed the backless stool he usually used during lessons. He moved to sit across from you and gestured fro you to start talking.

“I'm sorry, Professor, I-” He slowly reached out to touch your arm.

“Listen to me, Y/N, we may physically be in my classroom but, right now, I'm not your professor, I'm your friend, okay?” His voice was soft and kind, telling you that he meant every word.

You nodded slowly and began to tell him how your day had gone. You had told him how you felt you couldn't do anything right today. Of how so many thing had gone wrong, how many times you had been reprimanded by multiple professors and humiliated by them doing it in front of the entire class. Of all the stupid mistakes you had made from being so upset. He listened intently to you as you spoke, rubbing your arm gently in a comforting gesture. His expression was kind and compassionate as you finished.

“I'm so sorry you had to go through that. Is there anything else I can do to help you?” His hand slowly moved up to wipe away your tears.

Yes. You thought to yourself.

“No...I just...need quiet right now...” You said instead.

“Okay. Do you want to be alone? I can leave the room if-” He stopped as you frantically shook your head. Being alone was the last thing you wanted. Honestly, you wanted to be held, with your hair being stroked and your back rubbed. All the while being told that everything was going to be okay. Most importantly, you want it to be someone like Professor Prompto-no. You wanted him to do that for you.

Unable to process what those thoughts actually meant you laid your head down on his desk and let yourself cry it out. You heard him scoot his chair closer and in the next moment his hand was rubbing gentle circles on your back. You focused on his soft, steady breathing and the slow, rhythmic feel of his hand on your back.

After a few moments of silence he started to hum. It was a song you knew well. You've Got A Friend by James Taylor was a beautiful piece and one you often listened to when you were upset and alone. You felt a small smile tugging at your lips as he started to sing aloud, softly, once reaching the chorus.

“You just call out my name, and you know wherever I am I'll come running, oh yeah Y/N, to see you again.” He paused to smile as you looked up to him. “Winter, spring, summer or fall, all you have to do is call and I'll be there. Yeah, yeah, Y/N, you've got a friend.”

You gave a soft giggle from how sweet he was. He continued to sing for you and as you listened you couldn't help but to notice he had a beautiful singing voice. The feel good vibe of the song started to work on you and by the end you were singing along with him.

“Wow, Y/N, you've got a great voice. You've got stellar drawing skills, a fantastic eye for photography, great writing skills, stellar sense of style, great taste in music...and now I find out you've got a kick ass singing voice? Hell, if I didn't know any better I'd think you were trying to make me fall for you.” He gave you a bright smile and a wink.

“Please, Professor, you're giving me way too much credit...I'd never have the balls to be that forward.”

“You're a girl right? I'd hope you wouldn't have balls.” He responded with a laugh. Besides, I told you...right now I'm just a friend.”

You blushed as he reiterated being a friend. He was so sweet and caring and- gods why did he have to be your professor? There were so many things wrong with how you were feeling. You knew you couldn't be together. For all you knew he was already seeing someone.

“R-Right...sorry. I've just...never had a professor who was so chill with letting his students be on a first name basis with him. So this is all super new to me...” You admit to him in complete honesty.

“Ah, I see. That explains a lot actually. Well, I hope I can bridge that gap so we can be on a first name. Sound good?” He smiled softly and looked into your eyes.

“Yeah, I'd love that, actually.” You nodded and smiled back at him, happier than you had felt all daya. All of the sudden your stomach growled causing you to blush. “Oh my gods that is so embarrassing...I really should be getting home...I forgot my wallet this morning...”

“That was rough. How about I buy you a burger for making you so late?” He stood, moving his stool aside.

“Oh, no, I couldn't...I wouldn't want to impose.” “Why not? Nah, come on, it's no big deal. Let me buy you a burger. Please?” He pleaded with you as you gathered your things.

“I-I don't know...” Your stomach growled once more as though telling you to accept his offer.

“Come on, Y/N, I insist.” He made a praying hands motion to you with a big, goofy smile.

“I-Okay...P-Prompto.” You hadn't thought it possible for him to be even prettier but his face positively lit up when you called his name.

The sight had you flustered but he didn't seem to notice in his excitement. He gestured for you to go ahead of him. Once you were both out of the room he locked it up and you left the building.

“Do you trust me enough to get on the back of a motorcycle with me?” His voice had a teasing quality to it.

“You drive a motorcycle? That's hot.” You suddenly gasped, covering your mouth as your whole face went bright red. Prompto, however, could hardly contain his laughter.

“Easy, Princess, you say something like that so freely to the wrong guy and you could find yourself in some trouble.” He was still smiling and chuckling as you reached his sports bike. It was yellow with a red seat and the helmet sitting on the seat was black and orange. He picked up the hemet and handed it to you.

“Safety first, Y/N. Come on, put it on.” He smiled as you put the helmet onto your head. “Looks better on you than it does me.”

“I seriously doubt that but thank you.”

He gave a chuckle as he put on some black fingerless leather gloves. The sight of him, climbing onto the motorcycle, had your stomach filling with butterflies and you heart racing. This scene was so sexy and when he extended his hand to help you on you thought surely you had died from overexposure to sexiness. You accepted his hand and climbed on.

“Hang on, Y/N, this baby has some serious umph. Wouldn't want you to fall off.” Hstarted the bike and you slowly wrapped your arms aaround his waist.

The bike ride was amazing. It gave you an excuse to be hugged close to your ridiculously hot art professor and let yourself lean into his back. You allowed yourself to drink in these moments riding with him. The meal with him was fun too. You talked with him as you ate and once done he offered you a ride home. Naturally, you accepted.

#my writing #holy cow this is really happening guys #omg part 2 already #prompto #prompto argentum #ffxv #professor #professor prompto #university #university au #seriously #the au fanfiction nobody really needed

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bangtan-insfired · 7 years

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Falling For You (2)

genre: fluff & light angst

summary: You were hopelessly in love with your best friend. Jungkook just wanted to help out. Never would he have thought he would fall for you along the way.

pairing: jungkook x reader x Taehyung

word count: 4,036

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The next morning you woke up with a throbbing headache. You slowly sat up, massaging your temples to relieve some of the pain and regretted it as a wave of nausea hit you. Looking around the room, you realized that the lilac walls and boy group posters did not belong to your room but to Jisoo’s room.

“How much did I have to drink?” You groaned, throwing the covers off of you as you stood up. You tried to remember what had gone down last night but it was all a blur. The last thing you remembered clearly was crying to a Taylor Swift song.

Promising yourself to never drink so much again, you decided to head downstairs to look for Jisoo. Hopefully, she would be able to explain last night. You continued massaging your temples as you walked down the stairs when you heard a voice. You stopped half-way down. The voice didn’t belong to Yugyeom and it definitely didn’t belong to Jisoo…

From where you stood, you could see the couch in the living room but not the people on it. Taking just two more steps down, you were able to focus on the two people sitting in the living room. Your eyes widened and you froze in your spot as last night’s memories finally decided to hit you all at once and the last person you wanted to see, was the person sitting comfortably on the couch.

You decided to just head back upstairs. Jisoo was bound to check up on you and you were fine with waiting until then. Of course, the easiest thing was to text her but you had no clue where your phone was at the moment. You were just about to turn around when Jungkook lifted his gaze from his phone and it just so happened to land on you.

“[Y/N]?”

“Is [Y/N] finally awake?” You heard Jisoo’s voice from the kitchen and you ran for the kitchen, completely mortified before Jungkook could ask if you were okay.

“What’s with her?” Yugyeom asked with mere interest.

Jungkook only shrugged, wondering the same thing.

When you entered the kitchen and sat yourself on the same stool from the night before, you were relieved to see a glass of water and Advil waiting there for you. You wasted no time in taking two pills, eager to relieve your headache.

“Well, good morning to you, too.” Jisoo greeted in an amused tone as she sipped on her coffee.

“I made a fool out of myself, didn’t I?”

Jisoo set her mug down and smiled at you, fishing her phone out of her pocket to show you something. You leaned forward to get a better look of it and internally cringed at her screen. It was a picture of you completely passed out on the floor cuddled up to Jungkook’s foot. Leave it to your best friend to take embarrassing photos of you at your worse moments.

“Delete that picture now!”

“No! You look so cute!” Jisoo replied, locking her phone and holding it to her chest. At that moment, she was grateful that the kitchen island stood between the both of you.

“You think that’s going to stop me? I know your password, idiot.” You snorted as you hopped off the stool and darted toward her.

Jisoo let out a scream as you managed you grab a hold of her arm. “Give it to me!”

“No! This is my phone.” Jisoo shouted back, breaking out of your hold and running out of the kitchen.

You followed after her determined to delete that picture. Jisoo had a thing for uploading embarrassing pictures, especially of you and Taehyung. She often used them for blackmail to get you and Taehyung to do things you normally wouldn’t do. It never worked on Taehyung. That boy could be making the ugliest of faces and he’d still look good. It could be the bias in you talking but you liked to believe otherwise.

Although Jungkook’s face wasn’t captured in the picture, you knew those close to you would immediately recognize the white t-shirt and pair of timberlands. If anyone else saw that picture—anyone else being the friends you and Taehyung shared-- they’d tease you nonstop and ask questions. Questions that you definitely didn’t feel like answering.

You smiled in victory as you finally cornered Jisoo. You had stumbled over the edge of the coffee table, bringing Jisoo down with you--which you were glad for because not only did she break your fall but her phone slipped out of her grasp.

Crawling over her body, you made your way toward her phone, despite her poor efforts to hold you back only to be met with the same pair of timberlands from the picture you were so desperate to delete. No, no. This can’t be happening.

Internally screaming, you slowly lifted your gaze to meet with a pair of curious, brown eyes. Twice. You had made a fool of yourself in front of Jungkook twice. You wanted to die then and there.

Jungkook bent down to pick up Jisoo’s phone and offered it to you. “Is this what you’re after?”

“Oh my gosh.” You breathed, feeling light headed as your blood seemed to rush up to your face. Your stomach began to twist into a knot. “I think I’m going to throw up.”

“Bathroom! Quick!” Jisoo exclaimed worriedly as she jumped up to her feet and dragged you to the bathroom. The phone was long forgotten. Your top priority was to make it to the restroom before you threw up on Jisoo’s white carpet.

“Aish, these girls.”

After what seemed like hours of puking your guts out and furiously brushing your teeth with one of Jisoo’s spare toothbrushes, you sat on the cool tile of the bathroom floor. You’ve been sitting there for the past twenty minutes. At least you felt physically better. Mentally? Well, it would take longer for you to recover from all the embarrassment.

There was a knock on the door but you ignored it.

Knock, knock. You sighed. “I’ll be out soon, Jisoo. Don’t worry.”

“It’s me.” You heard Jungkook’s voice.

You stared at the door and decided it was best to ignore it. You had embarrassed yourself in front of Jungkook enough already. You didn’t need to add any more cringe-worthy memories. You still couldn’t believe it. Out of all of Yugyeom’s friends, it had to be Jungkook, who also stayed the night. Why couldn’t it be Youngjae? He was such a sweet guy and had no acquaintance with Taehyung whatsoever.

A minute passed and you were relieved. He gave up. You leaned against the wall comfortably, wishing you had your phone on you. What time was it, anyway?

“I’m opening the door.”

“Wait!” You cried. You reached for the door knob ready to turn the lock, cursing yourself for not locking it before. By the time your hand reached the door knob, it was already twisting and the door was lightly pushed open. You were too late. Jungkook squeezed his body through, careful as to not hit you with the door.

You dropped your gaze, not having the courage to look him in the eye. He watched you carefully as he leaned against the sink in front of you, trying to figure out what to say. The both of you remained in silence for a while until Jungkook finally sighed.

“It’s okay.”

“No. It’s not.” You mumbled.

Pushing himself off of the sink, he squatted down before you. He leaned his head down toward your face to look at you. “Come on, I’ll drive you to your dorm.”

“You know how to drive?”

Jungkook chuckled. “Would I be offering you a ride if I didn’t know how to drive?”

“I can just take the bus.”

“Come on, [Y/N]. Don’t be difficult.”

This time, he offered you his hand. You stared at it for a moment, contemplating. Normally, you’d take the bus or walk from Jisoo’s house to your dorm. It was a five minute drive—twenty-five minutes if you went walking. You hated doing both and as much as you wished to avoid Jungkook until you got over yourself, you realized that it’d be best to confront him about what happened last night.

“Okay.” You sighed as you took his hand.

He smiled as he helped you up. The two of you walked back into the living room to see a concerned Yugyeom and Jisoo. “How are you feeling?”

“Like the Elmer of Malmesbury who crippled himself trying to fly with his homemade wings.” You replied with a wry smile.

Jungkook, who stood behind you, snorted at your comment. You could see Jisoo biting back her laughter. Yugyeom was the one who laughed and soon enough, the four of you were laughing and you didn’t feel so bad anymore. If they could laugh at your foolishness, then why couldn’t you?

“I’ll be okay.” You finally said.

Jisoo stood up and held out your bag for you. You took it, nodding your head at her in gratitude. Knowing her, she had gathered all your belongings and put them in your bag. “Text me as soon as you get to your dorm, okay?” She told you as she pulled you in for a hug.

“Yes m’am.” You hugged her pack and pulled away. Sensing that she was still worried about you, you sent her a reassuring smile.

“Noona?”

You turned to look at Yugyeom. “Yes?”

“Please don’t drink anymore.” He teased with a huge grin and you rolled your eyes.

Jisoo slapped the back of her brother’s head, scolding him as she did so. Jungkook and you exchanged a look of understanding, deciding it was best to leave now before you witnessed the Kim siblings fight.

You followed Jungkook to a familiar black ford and your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to remember when you had last seen this truck. Jungkook noticed and answered your question before you could even ask. “I may or may not have ‘borrowed’ Jin-Hyung’s truck.”

“Shame on you.” You said, shaking your head in feigned disapproval at him.

You had to admit this kid had some guts. Jin was nice and caring, but you knew just how much he treasured his truck. It was his baby. He rarely let others borrow it, especially Yoongi and Yoongi was one of the most responsible drivers you knew. You could only imagine the scolding Jungkook had in store.

“You should be the one speaking.” Jungkook replied as he hopped into the driver’s seat. He flashed you a grin. “Here you are, sitting beside me. You’re my acquaintance now. Where does that leave you?”

You gaped at him. Since when did Jungkook get so cheeky? You two shared mutual friends, but the both of you were not close. The most interaction you’ve had with him was the day you both realized you had the same philosophy class after attending the same bonfire the night before. Even after that day, the two you didn’t speak much unless it was to ask to look at each other’s notes.

“Out of this car before I get scolded by Jin, too!”

But before you could open the door, Jungkook locked all the doors, making sure to press the child lock button as well. You huffed, crossing your arms against your chest. “I can’t believe you,” you mumbled. “I thought you were the sweet and shy one of the group, but I stand corrected.”

Jungkook chuckled as he turned on the car. “Well, you’re currently sitting so…”

“Oh my gosh.” You groaned. You leaned your head against the window and closed your eyes. Jungkook had a reputation for being too “shy” to talk to girls that Jimin and Taehyung loved to tease him about. The boy sitting in the driver’s seat seemed to be the complete opposite of what you’ve heard. You couldn’t imagine him choking up in front of a girl.

“[Y/N]?”

“Hmm?”

“We’ve been in the parking lot for the past five minutes now.”

You opened your eyes as you lifted your head from the window, recognizing your campus and the dormitory building in front of you. You had been too caught up in your thoughts.

“Oh.” You unbuckled your seat belt but stopped. Not once has Jungkook brought up what happened last night and you couldn’t help but wonder why he was acting as if nothing had happened.

Half of you was relieved that he wasn’t mad or annoyed with the way you clung onto him before passing out. The other half of you was worried that this was just a façade. He was probably acting nonchalantly, because although he promised you he wouldn’t tell Taehyung, he was going to do it anyway. Taehyung was his best friend. You were simply just his best friend’s other best friend. If that was the case, then you decided to start planning your funeral soon. One could only endure so much humiliation in one lifetime…

“I guess now is a good time to apologize for my crude behavior last night.”

There was a small, awkward moment of silence. You felt his gaze burning into you. “Is this your way of apologizing?”

“Maybe.”

“No offense but-“

“Just because you started your sentence with ‘no offense’ doesn’t mean I’m not going to get offended. No offense is code for ‘I’m about to hurt your feelings but let’s pretend I didn’t.’ I’m not stupid.” You interrupted him.

“Fair enough.” Jungkook nodded, biting his lip to keep himself from laughing. He could tell you were annoyed—whether that was directed toward him or not, he didn’t know. What he couldn’t deny though, was how cute you looked when you were annoyed. He now understood why Taehyung pushed your buttons on purpose or why he always seemed to be giggling at you, even when all you did was simply exist sometimes. You were definitely something special.

You took a deep breath, trying to ease your nerves. If there was anything you were worse at—other than the way you handled alcohol—it was apologizing. Expressing your feelings was always hard for you to do, which is why you were always grateful for the way Taehyung was able to read you. At times, he seemed to know you better than you knew yourself.

“I’m so-rry.” You finally choked out. “I’m s-sorry for putting you in a very awkward situation.”

“You’re terrible at apologizing.”

“And you’re terrible at accepting apologies.” You grumbled as you stared down at your hands. “I was being sincere.”

“[Y/N]-“

“It’s noona to you.”

“Noona,” He corrected himself, sensing that you were getting more irritated. “If you’re worried about me telling Taehyung what I heard yesterday, then don’t. I won’t tell him.”

“How can I trust you?”

“I pinky promised, remember?”

It was then that you allowed yourself to relax—lips curving up into a small smile. It was silly, you thought, to be so trusting of a pinky promise.

“And you can’t break pinky promises.”

“That’s right.” Jungkook nodded, mirroring your smile. As childish as pinky promises were, they were still a legitimate foundation of trust. Not once has he ever broken one of his pinky promises and judging by your confident expression, neither have you.

“Also, don’t feel bad over what happened last night. I’ll pretend as if nothing happened.”

A wave of relief came over you, washing the worry you had away. You felt light as if the burden of your secret had been physically lifted off of your shoulders. Whether he knew it or not, Jungkook had said the exact words you had been hoping to hear. Jimin and Taehyung were wrong. Jungkook sure did know how to sweet talk to a girl.

“You’re an okay person, Jeon Jungkook.” You admitted as you opened the car door, glad that Jungkook had taken the child lock off earlier.

“An okay person? Should I be offended or pleased?” His eyebrows contracted, puzzled by your compliment—that’s if it was indeed a compliment.

“Thank you.” You told him sincerely and before he could say anything, you hopped out of the car and closed the door. When you turned around to wave goodbye at him, you couldn’t help but smile at his dumbfounded expression.

Every movement, every step, every breath he took was done with such caution and care that you’d think he was a thief, breaking into a house. But it was just Jungkook, sneaking into the apartment he shared with six other people, trying to avoid being caught. He slowly closed the door, holding his breath as he returned Jin’s car keys back to where he borrowed them from.

When he turned around, he froze as he spotted a figure laying on the couch. Oh no. I’ve been caught. His mind began to race with excuses that he could use to minimize his punishment, but the odds seemed to be in Jungkook’s favor today. It was Yoongi, who was laying on the couch. A snoring Yoongi.

Not wanting to wake up Yoongi, Jungkook kept his steps light as he headed for the stairs. He’d have to pass the kitchen first but if he could make it to the stairs without being noticed, he would be okay. He was just about to pass the kitchen when he felt a harsh smack.

“YAH!”

“Ow!” Jungkook cried out rubbing the spot on his arm where he had been hit.

He turned around and looked up to see an angry Jin holding a wooden spoon in his hand. The spoon was raised up, ready to hit Jungkook again if he needed to. Jungkook had never seen someone look so menacing with a pink wooden spoon before.

“Where the hell have you been? Why didn’t you text me you were going out? Why didn’t you text me you were sleeping over? Whose house did you sleep over at? And most importantly, why did you take my car without my permission?”

Jungkook stood there, his mind beginning to race with the different excuses he had come up with just moments ago. None of the excuses he was coming up with were reasonable and he knew Jin wouldn’t buy any of it. Expecting an answer now and not later, Jin hit Jungkook with the spoon once again. Not hard enough to bruise but just hard enough to snap Jungkook out of his thoughts.

Jin hit him again.

“I was at-ow! I was at Yugyeom’s. Ow!”

“Hyung, let the poor boy talk.” Jimin laughed as he walked in on the scene. Taehyung was by his side and looked just as amused at his oldest friend beating his youngest friend. It was as if he were watching a mother and son.

“I’m sorry, hyung. I didn’t expect to stay the night but-“ Jungkook stopped himself before he could continue. He was about to say the real reason why he stayed the night instead of just hanging out at Yugyeom’s as he had originally planned, but the reason was you…and Taehyung was here.

“But??” Jin demanded, urging for Jungkook to continue explaining.

“But we got caught up playing Mario kart.”

Jin eyed Jungkook suspiciously, contemplating if it was the truth or not. Jungkook just stared back. It wasn’t a lie. Jungkook had gone over to Yugyeom’s to play Mario kart and Jin knew just how competitive Jungkook could get.

Jin pursed his lips, contemplating on what to do. Jungkook closed his eyes, bracing himself for the impact of the wooden spoon on his arm once again. After a moment of silence, Jin lowered the wooden spoon.

“Did you win?” His voice was calm and collected—a deep contrast against how it was just moments ago.

“Yes.”

Jin took a deep breath, nodding to himself. He had to remind himself that Jungkook was still a baby and had a lot to learn. It was his first year in college and he was bound to make stupid decisions.

“Just please don’t take my baby out like that again, okay? You may have a license but you’re still a beginner.”

Jin walked back into the kitchen, leaving behind a bewildered Jungkook and a hysterical Jimin and Taehyung. They had been completely entertained by the situation and were surprised that Jin forgave Jungkook so easily. Jungkook was surprised as well but relieved that he wouldn’t have to deal with Jin being mad at him. Last time Jungkook had upset Jin, Jin had put extra hot peppers in his soup for dinner that burned his mouth. He couldn’t get the taste out for days.

“Ah, I can’t believe our Jungkookie got off the hook so easily.” Jimin said, shaking his head in disbelief as he headed toward the living room.

Taehyung stayed behind. Now that the humor of the situation had worn off, he was back in the worried state he was in before. You hadn’t called or texted him back at all and this was a first. He couldn’t help but feel guilty. What if something happened to you? Or what if something was wrong but he failed to notice it because he had been caught up with Dahyun last night? Although, you did seem okay last night or at least, that’s what Jimin had said.

“Jungkook?”

“Hmm?”

“Have you heard from [Y/N] by any chance? I’ve tried getting a hold of her but I can’t.”

“Her phone died.” Jungkook answered. He realized his small slip up and smiled sheepishly at Taehyung, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “I mean, if the call went straight to voicemail, it must mean she has it off, right?”

“Yeah.” Taehyung nodded. He noticed Jungkook’s uneasiness but chose not to question it. The boy did have a reason after all. Knowing you, your phone was dead. You’d always neglect your phone battery until it was too late.

“I guess I’ll stop by her dorm and see if she’s okay. Tell Jin I’ll be out for a bit.”

Jungkook gave his hyung a thumbs up. He watched as Taehyung walked out of the kitchen and as soon as he was out of sight, he let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He had almost slipped up twice and hoped that the third time wouldn’t be a charm. He could only imagine how distraught you’d be if he accidentally let out your secret and the thought of you being upset at him was not something he wanted to turn into a reality.

Jungkook knew he was going to have to take extreme caution and care, much more than he did when he was trying to sneak into his room, and think twice—no, four times as much—before he spoke. At least around Taehyung. He was a terrible liar. The most he could do convincingly was a white lie or a half-truth like the one he told Jin earlier. But he was determined to keep your secret safe.

Why? He couldn’t say for sure. He knew Taehyung would be upset at him for keeping such a secret from him. Taehyung cared a lot for you. If he found out that Jungkook knew about whatever was troubling you and kept it from him, he’d feel betrayed. Not only by Jungkook but by you as well.

Still, this was a much more complicated case since Taehyung was the reason behind your troubles. If Jungkook came clean about what he saw and heard, there would be two possible outcomes: Taehyung reciprocating your feelings for him or worse, Taehyung rejecting you. There was no telling which outcome would come true for sure. What Jungkook was sure of, however, was that if Taehyung rejected you, it’d leave them all in an awkward situation.

Either way, Jungkook was screwed. It didn’t matter now, anyway. He pinky promised you. A part of him was relieved you had made the decision for him. But Jungkook knew that if he had decided himself, he still would have chosen to keep your secret.

He would risk his relationship with Taehyung, if it meant making you happy.

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