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bluejaem · 3 years

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7 THINGS — J.JH

❝ The seven things I like about you. Your hair, your eyes, your old Levi's. When we kiss, I'm hypnotized. You made me laugh, you made me cry, but I guess that's both I'll have to buy. Your hand in mine when we're intertwined, everything's alright. I wanna be with the one I know. And the seventh thing I like the most that you do. You make me love you. ❞ — ♫ 7 things by miley cyrus

↳ PAIRING — jaehyun × gn!reader

↳ GENRE — tooth-rotting fluff lmao, slight angst in the end, post-break-up!au

↳ WORD COUNT — 2.16k ; « 8 min »

↳ WARNING/S — a kiss, mentions of food at one point, like one curse word ig

↳ PLAYLIST — paris in the rain by lauv :: fly away with me by nct 127 :: king of my heart by taylor swift

↳ A/N — perhaps I fell in love with jaehyun while writing this fjsnfjdjf. low-key plagiarised some of my own works while writing this lMaO. Anyways, I just hit my 3-month mark with this blog on this hellsite. So this is a celebratory work ig?

↳ SYNOPSIS — Sure, he broke your heart. But you still weren’t over him. No matter how much you tried, he was the only one in your heart.

And here lie the 7 things you love about jaehyun.

the first thing — your eyes looking in mine

“Ooh, do you remember this one? We took this on our first ever date. You were so cute then — not that you still aren't—” you pulled out the polaroid picture of the two of you from the album and showed it to Jaehyun, who was sitting beside you.

But he turned out to be staring at you.

His eyes were like an empty canvas, gradually being painted with love after every moment that passed. His eyes were always gentle. They looked at you with a softness you had never encountered before. The gaze that was filled with nothing but warmth and fondness. His eyes that spoke a thousand words at once. With a thousand tales to tell.

You were lost.

Lost in his eyes. For who knows how long. But all that mattered was that he was too.

“What?” you giggled when you saw him smile. “nothing, you're just really endearing,” he gushed.

This statement was soon followed by a shy smile taking over your face. He couldn't help but chuckle at this sight. How you'd always shy away whenever he complimented you. Or how you'd try to be the flirty one, but when he said something next, you'd be the flustered one.

He loved the fact that he still had the same effect on you.

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the second thing — your smile

“hi bubs, and what's your name?” you crouched down to talk to the little toddler holding onto her mother's hand. “I'm Zoey!” the girl replied.

“Hi, Zoey! I'm y/n!” you flashed her your sweetest smile and put your hand forward for a handshake. She returned your smile with the same amount of affection and shook hands with you.

“And this is uncle Jaehyun,” you take Jaehyun by his hand and make him crouch down beside you.

“Hi, Zoey! That's such a pretty name!” Jaehyun cooed with delight. “Thank you,” the girl giggled, and you did too.

The way his smile grew wider, the dimples making an effortless appearance. He adored you so much, and you had no idea about it.

“Bye!” you waved Zoey and her mom goodbye and turned to look at a smiling Jaehyun.

His eyes, his lips, and his spirit all at once smiled at you. He paints a ray of sunshine all over his face. His smile lights up your world — always. His smile was one of happiness growing, much as a spring flower opens. You could see how it came from deep inside to light his eyes and spread into every part of him. In his sweet smile is all the love you'll ever need.

And there you went, falling for him all over again.

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the third thing — your hand in mine

“Do you trust me?” he asked as he finished tying the black cloth on your eyes.

“with my life,” you replied, feeling the soft fabric of the clothing on your eyes.

“Well, then,” he smiles, taking your hand in his as he leads you to a surprise that awaits you.

The warmth of his hands penetrating through your skin. The way your hand fit perfectly in his. The feeling of his fingers intertwined with yours was one that couldn't even be described in words.

It felt like holding onto your world at your fingertips and never wanting to let go of it.

“And we're here! Please don't open your eyes until I tell you to do so,” he untied the cloth and ran to the other side.

“Can I open my eyes now?” you snickered because you kind of knew where this was going.

“Yes!” that was the last thing you heard before opening your eyes to a smiling Jaehyun holding a huge card that read, "”ill you be mine again?”

You slowly made your way to him, a candle-lit pathway made just for you. “happy 1st anniversary, love” he gave you a peck on the cheek as he kept the card down.

“you didn't have to do all this?!” you let out a shocked chuckle as you looked at the rest of the decoration. “Now you're making me feel bad that all I did was gift you a bottle of perfume!”

He smiled at your comment and took out something from his pocket. He went behind you, and you felt a cold chain making contact with your skin. He locked the necklace from the back and made you turn to face him.

“Don't feel bad — your presence itself is a gift from heaven above.”

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the fourth thing — your ears when you're shy

You woke up to the sound of the sizzling of eggs on the pan. You broke into a big yawn as you sluggishly made your way towards the kitchen.

“Good morning to you too,” he chuckled when he looked at you barely able to open your eyes.

You instantly found yourself smiling when you heard his voice. You walked up to him and hugged him from behind, resting your chin on his shoulders as he continued cooking.

“we're eating eggs again?” you groaned out of boredom. “What did you want to eat?” He snickered.

You wore a sly grin as an idea hits you at the right moment, "I want you.” you whispered in his ear. His eyes slowly grew wide, processing whatever the fuck that you just said.

He turned around — only to see you, a laughing mess. And as soon as you saw that smirk on his face, you knew it was time to run.

“aww, your ears are turning red. What happened, loverboy? Were you flustered because of what I said?” You teased him as you both were waiting for the other one to leave their side of the couch and run.

It was one in a million moments when jaehyun was the flustered one, and you were the one who provoked him to be. And so, these moments really had to be the most memorable ones.

“Jae, no–” you sprinted to your room as he followed you. “Let's not–”

Your legs hit the end of the bed, and the next thing you knew was that you had fallen on the bed and jaehyun got on the bed with you, tickling the life out of you.

“Wait, do you smell that?” you said as you sniffed dramatically. Jaehyun stopped tickling you for a moment, and the look on his face when the realization hit him was honestly the funniest thing you had ever seen. You let out the weirdest chuckle when your heard him shouting in horror,

“my eggs!”

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the fifth thing — your lips when we kiss

"”want a sip?” he offered you his coffee while you were sipping on yours. “How'd you know I wanted to try it?” You let out a soft chuckle while you take his coffee to try.

“I mean, even when you're sipping on yours, your eyes were on my drink. What else should I decipher it as?” he continued walking along with you, smiling when he saw your reaction to consuming his cup of coffee.

You let out a dissatisfied cough after drinking a little bit of his coffee. You hand him his coffee back. “How do you drink that stuff, dude?” you gulped hard, trying your best to get rid of the bitterness by taking long sips of your drink.

“Not like yours is that great,” he said in his cockiest tone in an attempt to provoke you.

You stopped on your tracks, disbelief was written all over your face, “Excuse you, for this is my best buddy!” you scoffed. Well, almost choked, but we won't talk about that right now.

“Then let me try yours—”

“Nope, sorry. And now you've lost the both of us.” Sure, you were fighting like an elementary school kid at that point. But in your defense— yeah, no. You were just being petty, and Jaehyun was just playing along.

You walk ahead of him while he stood there, trying to think of how to get back at you. An idea perks him as he looks at your figure slowly getting smaller the further you walked. He quietly jogged his way towards you, wearing a smug smile on his face.

Oh, dear y/n. You signed up for something you didn't know was about to come.

When he finally caught up to you, he tapped on your shoulder. As a reflex, making you turn around to look at who it was. But instead, you were met with a pair of lips on yours. Not just anybody, but the only guy ever, Jung Jaehyun.

Resistance — was something you were always pretty bad at. And especially when it came to Jaehyun.

No matter how hard you'd try, you always end up giving in. And as a matter of fact, that's what happened then too. He smiled in between the kiss, knowing very well that you had once again given in to him. Your other hand runs through his hair while he pulls you closer to himself, closing any distance between the two of you.

God, you missed kissing him.

He finally broke from the kiss, and started walking, leaving you totally confused. He wore a smile of triumph as he said, "I never liked Mocha anyway," not once did he look back at you before saying that.

For a hot minute, you were pretty confused as to what he meant by that. And that's when you understood that he was talking about the coffee.

You stood there, totally baffled — screaming on top of your lungs while he still kept walking,

“Get back here, Jung gorgeous-ass-man-who-just-tricked-me-like-that Jaehyun!”

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the sixth thing — your voice when you call out my name

“you coming?” you shouted as you got out of the water, walking your way up to where jaehyun was standing. He seemed to have been writing something on the wetter side of the sand.

“And, done!” He presented you with the small surprise he had prepared for you. You smiled when you saw what it was. He took you by your hand, giving it a kiss before making you stand beside him.

“Jaehyun + y/n forever” he read it out loud while pointing at the sand.

The way your name rolled off his tongue so easily, yet giving it its own unique color. It felt foreign but at the same time, it was so familiar and resounded through your whole self. No matter how many times he calls out your name, something about it still gives you a sense of serenity and you could never get tired of it.

“you plus me forever indeed,” you softly said, burying your head in the crook of his neck as you hugged him.

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the seventh I like the most that you do — you make me love you

“This is the last one for today, I promise,” Jaehyun said as you both climbed up the stairs of an unknown building. You both entered what looked like an empty terrace with a bench in one of the corners.

He sat on the bench and signaled you to sit beside him. “We're ready!” he shouted.

You were kind of confused by whatever that was going on at that moment. “For what?” you looked at him. Anticipation getting the best of you when you saw the proud look on his face.

“For that,” he put both his hands forward, pointing at the other side of the terrace, basically the wall.

And that's when the led lights lit up, and you could see some words coming the other way like a long led banner.

He read, “There are days when I feel down, and there are days when I feel joy, but the best part of it is going through it all with — you. I know what I'm going to say next is kind of cheesy, but”

This time he turned to you, reaching out for your hand “— will you be my once upon a time?”

It was like the flower of love bloomed once again. There’s something about him that you find so intriguing. Something to his aura that never fails to bring in pleasant surprises. It was like this weird force of attraction that never failed to make you fall for him all over again — if that was even possible.

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But as history has seen it before, every story has an ending. And the one of yours and jaehyun's was of no exception.

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wildernessuntothemselves · 4 years

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Oppa Knows Best | Part 6

Word Count: 2.3k (short but super sweet) Genre: Angst, minimal smut Summary: How will Jaehyun react when you suggest that the two of you separate?

Warnings: violence, blood, manipulation, abusive relationship, suicidal thoughts, dub-con

Gif credit “I think… I need some time to think about this.” You say, wrapping your robe tighter around your naked body and warily glancing at Jaehyun who was now dressed in his boxers and pacing around the room. Just as predicted, he stops abruptly at your words and turns to you with barely contained wrath and exasperation. He was at the edge of his rope and you could tell. “You’ve had your time! I’ve waited years for you!”

You gulp, staring down at the knot tying your robe together, and seeing the thin fabric vibrate over your skin with the power of your erratic heartbeat. “I know but---can’t you wait just a little bit longer.... This is all too much for me and I-- I don’t know what I should do.”

“It’s always been too much for you. You’ve always run away from confronting this and I won’t let you run again. This ends tonight.” The finality of his words suffocates you. He has you trapped, forcing you to make a decision that you don’t even know if you can make.

“I didn’t know...I never wanted to hurt you, oppa.” You put your head between your hands, but his accusations still cut their way through to you easily. “You knew. No one is that fucking oblivious. You must’ve seen how you pulled away from me every time I tried to confess to you.”

Guilt eats away at you as you remember all the times you had inexplicably shied away from him every time you seemed to get close to getting what you’ve always wanted from him. You never understood it. You would just close up--the blood in your veins drawing back to your heart and pooling into your abdomen, leaving your limbs cold and shaky. You’d feel so imperiled, like any utterance of his potential love for you would make you bleed out. It didn’t make any sense but it was just so overpowering, a survival instinct, that you were forced to follow it. You couldn’t even discuss it with him, because how could you without revealing your true feelings for him? A prospect that terrified you just as much as the other one.

You shake your head, feeling your mind swelling up with confusion. “I can’t think right now, oppa.”

“There is nothing to think about. You’ve been running from this for years and look where it led us. You tried going after someone else, and look where it led us. You want me and I want you. We are made for each other. There is nothing else to think about.”

“But what if we’re not good for each other?” You whisper quietly, fearing the blasphemy your own tongue was speaking. “What if it’s not healthy…”

“And who told you that, your barista boy?” Jaehyun accuses indignantly, “What the fuck does he know about us? You had no business involving him in our lives. We were doing just fine before he came along.”

“No, we weren’t!” You can’t help your outburst when he’s always refusing to acknowledge the flaws in your relationship. Just because he ignores them, doesn’t mean they’re not there. The least he could give you is to acknowledge your problems and reassure you that he sees them too and wants to solve them. “You were controlling my life and treating me like a slut for sleeping with other guys.”

“You were whoring around. I was protecting you!”

“This is exactly what I’m talking about! You keep hurting me, and you don’t give a shit! You are so obsessed with getting me that you are willing to break me down so I’d only have you to turn to.” You shrill, unable to hold back your emotions.

“And you chased away any woman I could possibly be with so I’d only have you!” He shouts right back at you, not missing a beat.

The two of you are at a standstill, anticipating the other’s next attack, and you’re tired of it. You can’t keep doing this. So, full of worry and trepidation, you suggest, “Then maybe we should just stay away from each other for a bit. Take some time to look at things from a---”

“Don’t…” He grits out, fury coiling under his skin.

“I just think it might do us good if--”

“Absolutely not.” He barks at you, making you flinch back, and a thought like a parasite springs up into your mind, taking over you and forcing itself out into the world. “If you can’t even handle me stepping away for a bit then maybe we should just...stop.”

He stares at you in shock and betrayal, hardly believing what you were suggesting. “Don’t you dare.” He hisses, eyes red with tears.

“We can’t keep hurting each other, oppa.” You futility try to explain yourself to him, and perhaps to yourself too.

“No. You can’t do this to me. Not after everything I’ve been through for you. I won’t let you.” He grabs you by the arm, shaking you roughly and jostling the tears out of your eyes. “I love you so much, oppa, but--”

“No, fuck you!” He throws you on the bed, the veins in his neck bulging out as he screams at you. “You promised. You said you’ll never leave me.”

Your fingers dig into the blanket under you, trying to find something to tether yourself to as your world spins into chaos around you. “I was a child back then. I didn’t know how bad things would get.”

“No, you just didn’t have anyone else to latch onto back then, but now that you do, you’re throwing me out like yesterday’s garbage and hiding behind your bullshit excuses. I stayed loyal to you all this time. I never tried to replace you. I dumped Miyeon for you. I never pursued another woman for you. Everything I ever did was for you, and you're abandoning me the minute someone else gives you any attention?" He grabs your face and presses his forehead against yours. "I can't let you go. I won't. You're mine."

"You're hurting me, oppa." You tremble as his fingers dig into your jaw, but he doesn’t let up. "Maybe you deserve it. You're a selfish fucking bitch. All you do is take, take, take! You made me dedicate my entire life to you and now you want to leave? Fuck that."

“That's not fair! I waited so long for you.” You cry out, reaching out to him, needing him to reassure you that he believes you. You’re not some evil person that was playing with him all this time. You don’t want to leave him just because you have someone else now. No one could ever replace him.

But he throws you back against the bed before you can touch him and he whirls around the room like a hurricane, grabbing whatever he can get his hands on and chucking it against the wall, breaking anything and everything. “God-fucking-dammit!”

Soon the entire room is in disarray, but it does nothing to buffer his anger. You gasp in horror as his hand collides with the mirror, his skin breaking along with the glass. Seeing crimson blood gushing down his pale skin, you jump off the bed and run to him, your fear for him overpowering your fear of him.

But when you get close, he grabs you by the neck and slams you against the wall, the back of your head bouncing back against the concrete and the shock of the impact making your vision go spotty and your ears ring for a few seconds.

When you come to, you feel the warmth of his hand being replaced by something cool and jagged pressing against your neck, and you stare at him in horror, hardly believing what is happening, but there is no denying the resentment and malice murking up his warm brown eyes.

“I have no one else but you. You think I’ll just let you leave?” He asks, voice as jagged as the glass he has pressed against your throat

You close your eyes, a small part of you wishing he’d just do what he’s clearly threatening to do. You’d rather die than live in a world where your oppa would ever try to hurt you. You’ve been struggling for too long and you just want it to stop. This will be easier. You won’t have to fight anymore.

But you feel the glass move away from you and hear a thud as Jaehyun falls to his knees in front of you, sobbing loudly. “I love you so much. Why are you doing this to me?”

You feel a twinge of disappointment as you open your eyes and look down at the destitute man in front of you. He looks so small, so scared, resembling the little boy you had made that promise to so long ago and it makes you feel wretched. You were telling him you are going to take everything away from him again after promising him that you’d never leave--after telling him for years and years that you love him and that he’s the most important person in your life. You’re abandoning him just like his father did.

You feel the cold shard of glass on your skin again, this time in your palm as Jaehyun places it in your hand and closes your fist around it. “Kill me then. I’m already dead without you.”

You gasp, shaking your head and trying to pull your hand away. “Stop, please.”

But he tightens his hold around your fist, making your hand close tighter around the glass, the edges of it cutting into your palm. “No. I’ve shielded you from the consequences of your actions for so long. It’s time that you face what you’ve done to me.”

"I never meant to hurt you.” You wail as your own blood seeps between your fingers. “Please, oppa, stop this. I'm scared. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re killing me.” He insists, poking the skin of his neck with the sharp point of the glass, nicking a small area. “This is just quicker.”

"I won't leave. I swear I won't leave.” You choke out desperately, panicking at the trail of blood running down his neck. “Just stop it, please!”

He finally loosens his hold on your fist and you immediately drop the glass and pull your hand up to your face, watching the shaking, bloody mess it had become in horror.

"I love you so much, angel." You hear him say and feel his face nuzzling against your lower belly. You look down at him numbly and see him pulling your robe apart so he can lay kisses directly on your skin.

You can’t feel the warmth from his lips, not when your hand is gushing hot blood still. He doesn’t care though, continuing down your body towards your heat, seeking another warmth all-together.

You gasp when his tongue slides between your lips and your hand shoots out to clutch at his hair, not caring that you’re messing it up with your blood. Jaehyun’s mouth on you manages to warm you up a bit, and you focus all your attention on how his tongue feels licking around your clit, trying to drown out everything else, trying to pretend that this is just a normal day.

You almost fool yourself too--if it wasn’t for his quiet sobs that drift up to you every once in a while and the way his hair becomes matted and discolored with your blood, you could almost believe it. But when he stands up, his dick nudging between your legs, you can’t bear to look at him.

So you turn around and face the wall, feeling more than hearing the strained sound of pain emanating from his chest and flowing into your back. "I'll make it up to you, angel. I'll make us happy again. I promise you." He grunts, resting his forehead on your shoulder as he pushes inside you.

“It will be just like before.” He promises lowly, his words are a hiss in your ear, making you shudder. You bite down on your lip to keep down your own cries as he fucks you against the wall like he intends to prove to you just how much he means his words.

And you stand there and take it. You’re just so tired of fighting back. You don’t want to hurt anymore.

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You lay in his arms in the bathtub, the hot water running down your bodies and carrying the blood with it making it look like a crime scene. And maybe it was. Here lies all your will to break free and every hope that things could change. They wash away from your body like cheap paint to reveal the scars Jaehyun has permanently etched on you, reminding you that he will never go away.

When the water stops running red with blood, he carries you out of the tub and into the bedroom where he dresses you up and bandages your wound, pressing a gentle kiss onto your palm once he’s done. With not a single evidence of the night’s violence on the both of you, he kneels down in front of you, and grabs your fidgety hands in his bigger ones, squeezing down on them and prompting you to look at him. When you do, you see the determination strong in his eyes and you wonder how he could possibly have the energy to fuel it when you were all dried up.

You decide that he must’ve stolen it from you.

"You will not communicate with that boy again. And it goes without saying that Soojin is out of my life too." He informs you.

You stay quiet, staring straight at him and he sighs, kissing your hands again before getting up to lay the both of you on the bed under the blankets. Pulling you in his arms, he rubs a hand up and down your side soothingly as he whispers quietly to you and smiles his dimpled smile, just like he always does, but it doesn’t look the same to you anymore.

"I won't let anyone tear us apart… even you."

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A/N: I know this is super short but like there ain’t much else to say :’) I went with the ending that made the most sense so I hope you guys like it

#jaehyun smut #jaehyun angst #nct smut #nct angst

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evening-starlight · 3 years

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Daddy’s Best Friend

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The pile of clothes at the end of the bed seems impossible to sort as Amaris searches for her shirt. Her hands shake, and her mind yells at her. She said it would only be once, so why has she been in Tom's bed every day for the last week?

"Here, your shirt," Tom says as he hands Amaris her ripped Metallica shirt. She didn't listen to the band much anymore; they were a little too heavy for her. She thanks him with a small smile and throws it on, finding her blue shorts quickly after. "You know, you don't have to leave so fast," Tom states, leaning against his bedpost. He hated seeing her leave so quickly after; it sent dread and sadness throughout his body. "We're still friends."

Amaris can't help the heavy sigh that passes her lips. "Are we Tom? We haven't done friendly things since we started this mess. All we do is fuck," She bites, making her way out of his bedroom. It felt suffocating in there. Like all her evil deeds were ganging up to end her then and there. She didn't mean for the words to sound bitter, but it was true.

Tom follows her out. "Then let's do something today. It's only noon. We have the whole day. Let's go bowling or something. Let's hang out, Mari. Let me show you we're still friends." Tom begs. He didn't want to lose her as a friend, which is why he hid these feelings for so long. It felt like his worst nightmare was happening before his eyes, and it had only been a week into the affair.

He knew she was still with Armel, but he didn't care. He had her too, and he didn't mind sharing when she came to him to finish the job Armel couldn't. However, the jealously was nagging at him, and he had to continuously remind himself that this was what he wanted.

"Fine. Armel and Juno are in classes, and I don't feel like dealing with Danny's drama." Tom smiles, stepping forward to kiss Amaris. She puts her hand up as a shield. "Strictly friends, Thomas." He sighs and chooses to wrap his arms around her shoulders in a friendly hug.

"Deal. So bowling?" He asks. "Museum? I have no preference." Amaris thinks what the least romantic option would be.

"Bowling," She states, pulling out of Tom's hug. It was public and loud, not a typically romantic place. She eyes him up and down, lingering on his shirtless torso a second longer than was platonic. "But I think you'll need to put a shirt on." She giggles as Tom flexes in typical bodybuilder poses.

"What? Think you'd get too distracted by these guns?" He teases, flexing his biceps.

"More like blinded by your pale skin," Amaris quips back. Tom fakes shock but can't hide the laugh bubbling in his belly. It felt good to joke around as friends again. Amaris could almost forget that she was slowly breaking Armel's heart. Almost.

Tom holds the door to the bowling alley open for Amaris. The drive to the destination was full of jokes, singing, and everything they used to do when strictly friends. Amaris stays behind Tom, looking around for any fame hogs to steer clear of.

Wherever Amaris went, she had to worry about someone using her to get famous or selling photos to the press. Of course, her being out with Tom wasn't anything new. The tabloids knew they were friends from a young age. But now that she's secretly sleeping with him, she continued to shift from foot to foot, heart pumping with exhilaration. She was out in public with her sideman, and no one knew but them.

The pair sit in front of their lane, tying up their bowling shoes. "You still bowl with a ten, right?" Tom asks, standing up from his seat. Amaris confirms and goes to set their names in the tracker. She puts Tom under Tommy and hers under Mari. She wasn't the most creative when it came to nicknames.

The first few rounds go by quickly, both adults focusing on dusting off their bowling skills. They used to bowl together a lot when Amaris was younger. This is the place he would take Amaris when she couldn't stand being a daughter of a millionaire much longer. Bowling was one of the few activities she had that made her feel like an average person again. At least for the duration of the game.

"Take that, Maria," Tom jokes, finally getting a strike. He doesn't know where the nickname Maria came from, but it's only said during bowling. Amaris flips her friend off and gets set for her next bowl. When all pins are set up, she gets into her stance, focusing all her energy on trying to beat Tom.

She pulls her arm back, about to let go when Tom's foot collides with her butt, throwing her off balance. The ball slowly rolls into the gutter. Amaris turns around to yell at Tom, stepping back when he's closer than expected. "That's a party foul," She whines.

"Oh well," Tom says, walking back to his chair smugly. His roguish smile plastered on his perfect face as he takes a seat, leaving Amaris flustered.

"You're an asshole, Hiddleston," She pouts, going back to the ball return. Tom chuckles and crosses one leg over the other. He felt proud of his actions. Amaris was a better bowler than he was, so he plays dirty when he can. It was also a mild excuse to touch her ass in public. It was the little wins for him.

The joke was on Tom, though. After his little stunt, Amaris set out to obliterate the man and scored nothing but strikes and spares from then out. Tom steps up to the lines with an exaggerated pout. It was his last bowl, and he had to get a spare with split pins if he was going to try to make the embarrassing difference slightly less embarrassing.

Amaris falls into a fit of giggles when Tom's ball ends in the gutter, hitting neither pin. Tom stalks over, not offended but feeling a swell of pride at the fact that he made her laugh this hard, all on his own. "Think something's funny, do you, Mari?" He asks hands on hips. The teasing was his favorite part of their dynamic, and he's thankful to all things good that it's back.

"You bowl like an infant," Amaris continues to giggle, clutching her stomach. The last time she laughed this hard was when Juno slipped off their barstool after one glass too much and could only mumble an incoherent sentence about the 'stupid stool moving when I need it.' Amaris may have been tipsy as well. "I could bowl better from the womb," She continues.

They both knew the joking and berating was good fun. It's just how Tom and Amaris were. They teased and fool around with each other until one cracks and gushes about loving the other. As friends, of course.

Tom plops down in the seat beside her, crossing his arms. He could never be mad at her. Especially when she's laughing so hard she has to cover her mouth to muffle snorts. Those were Tom's favorite sounds. Sure, having Amaris scream his name was heavenly, but her snorts meant she felt safe and happy in her surroundings. He can't help but feel his smile widen at the fact that he's her safe spot.

Amaris lays her head on his shoulder after her laughter dies down. "I'm pretty sure you find yourself funnier than you find me," Tom laughs, resting his arm across her shoulders. She nods, falling into another small fit of giggles.

"'from the womb,'" She quotes herself. Amaris clears her throat as she sits straighter to look at Tom. "You know I love you, Tom," The words were so innocent, and she's said them to him before, so why did it feel different this time? Her cheeks burn, and her ears ring as if the words rang a bell right in her ear. "But please never take up professional bowling."

"What do you mean? I could be the comparison person. 'And here we have average Joe to show you exactly how hard this dreaded spot, that's not really a sport, is,'" Tom jokes. Amaris giggles again, shaking her head to the man. "Keep laughing, and I'll throw you down the lane," Tom threatens lightly.

"Don't threaten me with a good time, Tom," Amaris says, smiling widely at her best friend. It felt like all the guilt and troubles she's felt since Armel came to New York continue to fade into background noise when she's with Tom. He made everything feel brighter and lighter for her. Amaris felt like she could breathe for the first time when she's with him.

"What? Sliding down the alley?" Tom asks, shifting to look at her better. She was the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. Amaris's blonde hair was sticking to her face caused by the sweat, her smile was brighter than a thousand suns, and her eyes were like nothing he's seen before. They held so much joy that Tom forgot what sorrow was. Amaris nods. "Why not?" Tom asks, standing up from his spot, offering a hand to Amaris.

"What?" Amaris asks in shock. She didn't think Tom would want to do something so juvenile with her, especially in public where anyone could see them making fools of themselves. Tom pulls her out of her seat.

"Life's not fun if you take yourself too serious, Mari," Tom says, backing towards the lane. "You said you wanted to do this, so let's do it. I'll even go first."

"Are you peer pressuring me?" Amaris asks, crossing her arms. The smirk she wears gives away that she was going to go after Tom anyways.

Tom nods, a mockingly serious expression on his face. "Absolutely. Is it working?" Tom asks, waiting for Amaris's cue to embarrass himself in front of everyone. Not that he genuinely cared. They'd be a page story for one print, and everyone would forget.

"You know I crack under pressure," Amaris says. Tom takes that as a yes and turns towards the lane. He takes a running start and maneuvers to slide down the alley on his belly.

The disappointment he felt when he doesn't slide far makes its way onto his features. His feet weren't past the black line of the lane. Amaris stands behind him, giggling up a storm.

Tom shuffles over to her, shoulders slumped, and head hung low. "Good luck," He wishes, patting Amaris on the back. She starts running from where she's at and makes it only an inch further than Tom did.

Amaris jogs over to him, already seeing the staff discussing what to do about them. "That was extremely disappointing, and I think we're about to get kicked out," She laughs, gesturing to the staff. Tom laughs and hurries to sit down, taking off his bowling shoes. Amaris follows suit.

This was one of the best days she's had since being home. It felt freeing to be out with Tom and not worry about anyone else but him. Her cheeks were growing sore from all the joy showing itself on her face. But the smile was only the tip of the iceberg. Her heart was pumping, and she felt like she was vibrating and needed an outlet for all the emotion. It was almost too much for her small frame to handle.

Tom felt similar. He enjoyed spending alone time with Amaris. He didn't have to worry about business or what he hadn't done. Amaris helped Tom focus on what he is doing. And what he is doing is having the time of his life sliding down alleyways with the woman he loved with all his heart. As a friend, of course.

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Scouting the Camp

Part: 11/?

Pairings: Ulfric x Dragonborn; Brynjolf x OC; Cicero x OC; Ondolemar x OC

Warnings: Descriptions of violence and gore: Skyrim takes on a bit of 'Game of Thrones' feeling; may contain controversial themes.

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"It's night, I say we wing it," Xaliyah argues from their spot on the hill above the Thalmor camp between Morthal and Solitude. They have set up camp and have been scouting the camp for two days now. 'just to make sure' is Taliyah's excuse for constantly scouting the camp, "I work best under the cover of shadows anyways,"

"We don't yet have the guard's shifts down and where they patrol," Tal explains, not looking up from the journal she brought to keep track of said things, the light of the fire flickering across her features, "and I am not going to have Ayla kill me when I tell her that you died trying to steal important information from a camp filled with Thalmor," she adds, looking up to give the thief a pointed look, telling her to not continue that train of thought.

Xaliyah sighs, falling back on to the ground, "I thought this was going to be a week-long thing," she admits and Taliyah chuckles.

"Miss him already, do ya?" the brunette asks and Xaliyah turns her head to the side to give the assassin a confused look. It has only been a few days since the kiss she shared with Brynjolf and that is all she can think about. Mainly because there is nothing to do but scout the Thalmor camp.

"That female wizard has returned to the main entrance while the male guard that was there goes to the back entrance," Taliyah points out before jotting it down in the journal, "it seems that during the nights there are only three guards posted. One at the main entrance, one at the back, and one in front of the tent that the leader sleeps,"

Xaliyah sighs from her spot on the ground, "so going at night is easier," she says before sitting up, "got it. I'll be back soon,"

"I know you're excited to steal something, but we don't know exactly where this information is or what it is exactly," the assassin says before Xaliyah can stand, "we cannot risk being reckless right now, you know that more than I do. You are the leader of the Thieve's Guild and they need you and you're the one going into danger. We need to do everything perfectly,"

Xaliyah grits her teeth before standing up, "I'm getting some sleep," she says before Tal can accuse her of disobeying her and going to the Thalmor camp, "seeing as all you want to do is check out Thalmor soldiers,"

Xaliyah smiles as she enters her tent, hearing Tal mumbling to herself, "I am not checking them out," she hears Tal mutter loudly as she climbs into bed.

"So I go in through here and leave the back way while the guards are switching posts?" Xaliyah asks Tal a few days later. It is midday and the group hasn't left their little campsite since they arrived. Too busy forming a perfect plan for Xaliyah to sneak in and out undetected.

"Yes and no," Tal explains, shaking her head, "the assassins surrounding the camp will lure each guard out one by one. There they will kill the guards and leave the camp defenseless. That is when you move in and steal any valuable information you can find,"

Xaliyah stares at the map of the Thalmor camp Tal drew in the dirt. It was a good plan and Xaliyah is glad she listened to Tal and waited for the assassins to show up from Dawnstar. There were five in total. A Redguard who calls himself Nazir and Tal's second, a little girl that is a vampire, as well as three recruits.

"When do we do this?"

"Tonight if you think you're ready for it," Tal replies, smiling at the thief's reaction. Even though she tries not to show it, the group knows that Xaliyah is excited to be done with this and return back to the base where Brynjolf is. Tal can only hope that the thought of returning to him doesn't cloud the thief's mind.

"But keep in mind that you will be alone in there," Tal adds and Xaliyah nods, "you may have to kill someone should they catch you,"

Everyone knows that the Guild tends to not kill their targets, regardless if they're caught. But Xaliyah has killed people before. This war was an example, but so was Mercer Frey. She flinches inwardly when she thinks of that weasel. How he separated her from Brynjolf and Karliah so long ago in that cave. How Brynjolf slipped from the ledge he and Karliah were on and how Frey focused on killing Brynjolf instead of her. The anger in Xaliyah at seeing the redhead targeted in such a vicious way.

"I can do it," she assures the assassin, who nods in response, "and I can do it tonight," that is when Tal decides to slow things down.

"Xaliyah, if you're trying to rush this to return to Brynjolf-"

Xaliyah shakes her head instantly, "it isn't, I promise, Tal," she explains quickly, "I want to get back so we can help with the war at the base. Who knows what has happened in our absence. The sooner we get this done, the better,"

Xaliyah crouches in a bush, looking at the camp, her eyes trained on the guard standing in front of the entrance. It is night and she is waiting for the assassin nearby to lure the Thalmor soldier into the woods. She glances up at the cliff above her where their camp is before she turns back to the Thalmor camp.

A stone hitting wood fills the area and this catches all three guard's attention. Xaliyah lowers her head when the targetted guard walks into the woods, sword drawn as he scans the area. He walks past her and she can soon hear a neck snap followed by a thud. Guard one has been taken care of.

She doesn't leave her bush until an arrow lands in front of her. The other two guards were disposed of. Game time. Taliyah walks towards the camp in a crouch, hood over her head. The fire has died down immensely and she can hear the shuffle of Thalmor soldiers in the two nearby camps.

It doesn't take Xaliyah long to find the main tent, which houses a tent with a table inside. A map sits on the table and there are red and blue flags on it. They've been following both sides of the war. She assumes that the Thalmor in this camp were assigned here to make sure if the Stormcloaks capture this hold or not and then report it to the Embassy.

Dirty bastards, Xaliyah thinks as she picks the lock of the chest nearby. She does so the first time and slowly lifts the lid. She pauses in her spot. There were so many documents in this chest. How could she possibly carry them all? She pulls out her sack and begins to stuff as many as she can in there until it was full. Shit.

Thank goodness there was another sack nearby. So now, she is emptying the chest of its contents before an arrow lands on the post of the tent she is in. She freezes. That means there is movement from the other Thalmor. She quickly grabs the last two documents before slowly closing the lid and hurrying out of the tent and into the darkness.

"Hey, who are you and state your business!" the Thalmor snaps when she steps right in front of him. She blanks, eyes wide. There was no lie she can come up with to explain why she is carrying two documents that obviously came from the camp.

"I...uh..." she stutters as the soldier draws his blade. Some thief she is. But before the Thalmor can swing, he falls to the ground, dead. Behind him stands a Redguard man, a bloody dagger in his hand. He smiles down at her and extends his hand.

Xaliyah hesitantly takes it and he pulls her up onto her feet, "you need to be more careful," he states as they begin walking back to camp, hidden by the dark forest, "if I hadn't been there, the mission would have failed and we would be hauling your body back to Ayla's base,"

Xaliyah looks at the man, brows furrowed, "you know Ayla?" she asks and the man chuckles a low chuckle.

"Everyone knows the Dragonborn," he replies as they near the camp, "I met her through Taliyah. The Dragonborn helped us with taking on a few contracts herself. If I had it my way, she would be in the Brotherhood, not leading a rebellion,"

"Thank goodness you're okay," Tal says as she rushes forward and hugs Xaliyah before stepping back and examining the Nord female, "and good, you got the important stuff. Which is a lot," she adds as she helps Xaliyah take the bags off and carries them into her personal tent.

"Thank you, Nazir," Tal says upon returning to the group, "I do believe the Guild owes us a debt since you just saved its leader," she says with a smug smile at Xaliyah, who rolls her eyes at the comment.

Nazir chuckles again and Xaliyah watches as Tal goes a bit stiff at the sound, "you asked me for my help with this mission and I was honored to, Listener," he says with a small bow, "I believe I will soon be discussing my payment with Delvin in the near future," he adds before walking off, "give me the word when you're ready to move out,"

Xaliyah waits until the Redguard is out of sight before smiling at a flushed Tal, "you like him," Xaliyah gushes, enjoying the fact that she can now tease the assassin on her love life. Tal glares at the thief and sighs.

"Do not," she says as she walks back to the camp and begins packing things up, "and besides, I am his boss and he is my second. It would be wrong to commit to such a relationship," she explains with a smug smile at an annoyed Xaliyah.

"Say what you want, but I saw how you reacted around him," Xaliyah replies as she begins helping Tal, "why are we packing up? Why not wait until morning?"

"And give the Thalmor below a chance to find us when they're searching for their missing soldiers? No thank you," Tal says as she begins tying one of the two tents to the back of her painted mare, "if we leave now, under the cover of darkness, we should be halfway to the base when they wake,"

Xaliyah doesn't reply, instead, she focuses on tying the two sacks to Caper's saddle before climbing onto it. She waits for Tal and the two trot out of the forest and onto the main road, where four assassins join them. Xaliyah glances at the newcomers and recognizes Cicero humming to himself and Nazir, who looks ahead of him with a neutral expression on his face. Beside him is a little girl who looks like she should not be an assassin and behind her is a blond Nord.

Xaliyah returns her gaze ahead of her and smiles at the thought of returning to the base and to Brynjolf.

#Skyrim #Skyrim fanfiction #Dragonborn #Dovahkiin #Ulfric Stormcloak #Brynjolf #Cicero #Ulfric x Dragonborn #Brynjolf x OC #Cicero x Listener #Fanfic #Stin

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lovemollywho · 4 years

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Thoughts of the Past - The Show

Alright everyone, with quarantine and everything going on I've had time to revisit this story. I've finally figured out how to link the other chapters so feel free to catch up on that. Hope you enjoy!

CW: Angst

Previous Chapter // Next Chapter

Lorcan looked at himself in the mirror one last time before realizing that his outfit wasn’t going to get any better than this. He left his hair down and kept the slight stubble on his face because Elide had once said he looked adorably rugged like this. His button-down white shirt was cleaned and ironed and he threw on a black blazer over that. However, he realized all too late that his black dress jeans had a hole in one of the knees from when he had stumbled home drunk during one of the last benders and hadn’t realized it but it seemed pretty on-brand for him anyway, last he laced up his boots, grabbed his keys, phone and wallet and walked out the door.

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Elide was nervous. She wanted to wipe her palms on her dress but then remembered that it cost more than seven months of her rent. Aelin said she found it at the back of her closet but Elide knew that the dress had been bought specifically for her. Price tag still on, her jaw dropped to the floor when she saw that it was Dolce and Gabbana….and was over 7,000 dollars. Elide protested but Aelin had insisted and if Elide was being honest with herself, she looked good. The dress was black and strapless with a lined boning bustier that exposed the smooth skin of her torso, cinched at the waist with a tea-length tulle skirt that made her feel like a ballerina with four-inch black stilettos that gave her some hight. Her hair was pulled into a low chignon with a few stray strands, red lips and smokey eyes completed her look. She looked hot, and she knew it. She only hoped that it was enough to cover that she felt like vomiting. She glanced at the clock on the back wall, the show would be starting soon, and while this wasn’t her first exhibit there was still this vulnerability of having people see and judge the experiences that she brought to life in her art.

Deep breath in. You can do this, she whispered to herself, but first, she needed to dry heave in the bathroom.

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Lorcan had stopped and turned around so many times on the way to the art gallery. There was just so much that could go wrong that he worried nothing would change. Then he remembered that it wasn’t about him - it was about Elide. But he also didn’t want to screw anything up and embarrass her again, but he had to at least apologize. However, she could just through a drink in his face and be done with him, but she might also forgive him, and so his thoughts went. It wasn’t until he turned the corner of Fifth and Main did he see Rowan and Aelin waiting for him. They were laughing together about who knew what and he felt a twinge of jealousy that came and went so quickly Lorcan was ashamed he had even felt it at all.

Aelin spotted him first and offered him a small smile. She had been a huge help the past few weeks after his meeting with Elide in the coffee shop. At first, she was stubborn and mean, refusing to let him speak and giving him a piece of her mind but eventually Rowan calmed her down and she was willing to listen. Having Aelin on his side was a step in the right direction but she wasn’t Elide. Lorcan took a deep breath as he got closer to the couple and Rowan placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Ready?” Rowan asked, but Lorcan’s mouth felt dry and he could feel the panic rising into the throat. He didn’t want to mess this up, he wanted a drink…or two…or a whole bottle. He swallowed thickly, trying to get some moisture onto his tongue but it wasn’t enough. He wasn’t enough. He didn’t even know why he was trying. He took a step back away from Rowan, ready to turn around and go home but then he felt a hand squeeze his and looked to find Aelin’s fingers interlacing with his.

“I don’t understand art,” Aelin said loud and clear looking at him straight in the eye. Whatever he had expected her to say, that wasn’t it.

“What?” he asked still so confused. “You go to art opening’s all the time, Ace you’re house is like a goddamn museum.”

She shrugged a shoulder nonchalantly. “I went because I grew a socialite. Going to art openings was good publicity, and I supported so many other forms of the arts that it would have seemed rude not to.” She squeezed his hand again before letting it drop. “Before I met Rowan, I would just pick a piece and stare at it, until eventually, someone came along and state their opinion and I could agree or disagree, or make something up entirely. Point is, art is like literature. You can say that the artist used blue paint to symbolize the ever-persistent sadness and someone is bound to agree with you. Or disagree with you. Lorcan art is subjective. It’s okay to have an opinion even if it’s entirely wrong.”

Lorcan ran a hand through his hair. “You told Ellie all the time that the artwork is amazing, you would sit on our couch and debate the use of color or texture. I can’t - I can’t do - I can’t do shit like that Ace”

“I’ve had years of practice with pretentious rich people.” she deadpanned. “Do you think she’s talented?”

“Of course I do. I love how she gets so into her work, that she’ll come home with new canvases and create something, anything, and that you can see the pieces of her soul into whatever it is she created. I think she’s the most beautiful thing on the planet when she’s in her paint-splattered overalls, with a bandanna keeping back her hair, while she blasts music. Or when she can’s find her paintbrushes because she’s lost them in her hair.” Lorcan fingered Elide’s ribbon hair tie that he’d been wearing for the last couple of weeks after he found it in the bathroom. “I love her.” he sighed.

Rowan had been silent through this whole exchange but offered him an understanding smile. He breathed in deeply and slowly exhaled and Lorcan followed the motion in return.

“Okay,” Lorcan said running his hands through his hair one more time. “Let’s go.”

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“Your pieces have always been stunning, but this seems to a first for you Miss. Lochan. Normally you provide us with about four or five pieces in collaborations with other artists but this is a whole new level. You have thirty-five pieces here tonight, all from you, all tying around a singular theme. Would you care to explain what brought about this sudden change?”

Elide smiled at the reporter, she knew that this question was coming but still it was hard to put into words.

“For so long I was afraid of myself. There are so many other great artists in the world, my cousin Manon Blackbeak for instance, and it’s hard to not compare myself to other people. However, the story that I am telling tonight with these pieces needed to be let out. I think one of the best things about being an artist is that we can tell stories in a different way, even if it isn’t our story. I hope that people like it but I also know that this story isn’t going to be for everyone, and that’s also okay.” Elide shrugged. “What’s important is that someone somewhere can relate to it and that they will get to experience it because I decided that it was time for me to create outside of my comfort zone.”

The reported smiled while Elide was talking, the sound of cameras clicking the only signal that an interview was going on and that this wasn’t just a conversation between strangers.

“One last question, the title of the collection,‘Thoughts of the Past’ what do you mean? There aren’t any historical events that are featured so why this title?”

Elide’s smile faltered for a split second before answering. “While there aren’t any historical events there is a history, and I think it’s up to people to find their own answers about what that history is.”

The reported nodding and offered her hand, “Thank you so much for your time, Miss. Lochan, it was a pleasure to meet you.”

“Same to you, enjoy the rest of the show.”

Elide took this time to briefly look around the room. It was a great turn out, invitation-only but almost everyone had RSVPd yes. Elide walked over to the open bar and the very cute bartender offered her a smile and a wink. “What can I get for you?” He asked, placing open palms on the counter.

“Soda with a lime, please.” She answered, offering him a smile in return.

“Really?” he asked already putting ice in a glass. “It doesn’t seem like your drink.”

“Only on show nights.”

The bartender’s eyes widen a little as he realized that he was speaking to the artist of the hour.

“You made all of this?” He asked placing her drink in front of her with one hand and gestured around with the other.

“Guilty.” She responded, squeezing the lime into her drink before taking a sip. The bartender whistled. “Damn, this is all really good. You must be really happy.” Elide tried to keep her smile in place. Was she happy? She was proud of her work, she was glad for the amazing turnout, but was she happy? Before she had a chance to respond to the bartender she heard her name being called from across the room. Looking over she saw Aelin waving her down with Rowan in tow behind her.

“Excuse me,” she said to the bartender before rushing over to where the couple stood.

“Holy shit El, this is amazing!” Aelin gushed pulling Elide into a hug once she got closer. “Like I knew you were talented but this is a whole new level for you.”

Elide blushed. Hearing praise from strangers was fine but when it came to her close friends and family Elide couldn’t help to be more self-conscience - these were the people who knew her, knew the emotions she hid within the paint or other media.

“You did all this in a month?” Rowan asked, looking around.

“It started as a way for me to get my feeling out, you know? I couldn’t talk to him, it was too much, and I was so tired of fighting. So when things got a little too hard I would sneak away and paint.” Elide shrugged and took a sip of her drink.

Aelin and Rowan shared a look with each other that Elide tried to ignore. She didn’t want their pity, it’s why she had never talked to them about it before.

“I just wish he was here though, you know. Like maybe now that it’s all out in the open.” Aelin opened her mouth and then shut it, looking to Rowan for help.

“What am I missing?” She asked, looking at Rowan. He sighed and pointed. Following his finger, she felt her heart stop and start again as she found the familiar back of the very person she was talking about. She whirled on her two friends a hiss falling from her lips.

“Surprise?” Aelin questioned, placing jazz hands up. Elide let out a groan and turned back to where Lorcan was standing at one of the pieces she did after the breakup. He was just standing there, not moving and Elide felt her heart tighten.

“You don’t have to talk to him E.” Rowan started. “He just wanted to come to support you.” Elide took another sip from her drink suddenly wishing that it was something stronger.

“I mean, he’s here though, so you might as well talk to him,” Aelin suggested. Elide didn’t respond and headed in the opposite direction from where Lorcan stood.

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midnight-writ3r · 5 years

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Droplet love

Lee Taeyong x Genderneutral reader

Inspired by: My best friend basically gave me the prompt so shout out to the best bean @_dinsku 💞

Summary: The rain has many meanings for different people, all around the world. For some it’s hope, for some it’s calm. For others it’s sadness, or loneliness.

For Taeyong and you, it means affection, warmth and maybe, if you give it enough time, even love.

Genre: Fluff, first meeting, kind of high-school/college au, but not really xD

A/N: I??? Really like how this turned out??? So, I hope you do as well! I’m always soft for TY TT

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You should have listened, when your mom told you to bring an umbrella. In your defence though, the sky had been mostly clear all day. Only once your last classes came to an end and you made your way to the nearest bus stop, did the universe decide to pour down on you and, as it liked to do so, without mercy.

In less than two minutes you are soaked completely, to a point where you could swear you feel the cold in your bones. As you check your watch, you realize with a groan that the next bus is going to take another ten minutes at least. As if your luck hadn’t been bad enough, the town had decided to skip out on the station-hut, which accompanied almost every other bus station.

Now there you are, soaked, cold and unable to do anything about it. With a frustrated grumble, you untangle your headphones and pull out your phone. At least you can pass the time with some music. Clicking the power button of your phone, you’re met with unforgiving blackness.

Great.

Just great.

As childish as it may seem, you really feel like crying right now. However, before you get the chance to even whine, the rain suddenly stops.

Well, not exactly. It continues around you, and the rushing white noise of the droplets, hitting the ground, doesn’t let up. There’s a shadow above you though and when you look up, a smooth, blue-grayish surface obscures the sky.

An umbrella, you realize with a start. You’re almost too shy to look at the person, holding it. However, your curiousity gets the better of you.

“You looked a little lost.”

Your heart thumps loudly in your chest, when you see a handsome pair of eyes look at you. There’s a smile on the boy’s face, curled and cute, reminding you of a kitten.

You’ve seen him in classes before, that much is for sure. Of course you would remember, how could one forget such a beautiful smile? And you know he smiles a lot, all the time, with his friends. But never at you.

At least until now.

“I hope you don’t mind sharing, I’m afraid I wasn’t equipped for a fairy-rescue-mission.” his smile widens and a couple of cute, little teeth poke through, “I’m Taeyong.”

You’re still trying to wrap your head around the fairy-comment, so you say “Y/N” in a lame voice.

The two of you fall into an awkward silence then. Admittedly, you had hoped he would keep the conversation going, but you’re guessing, you didn’t give him much to build on to begin with. At least, the steady gush of the rain drowns out the possibility of complete silence.

When Taeyong moves a few moments later, you watch him from the corner of your eye. He’s pulling his phone out and, desperate for any sort of entertainment, you peek to see what he’s up to. A music app. It’s then, that you notice the earphones dangling from his ears and you instantly feel jealous.

Oh, you’d do anything for some music right now. Without you noticing, Taeyong has caught you looking. Another boyish grin sneaks onto his lips and, the next thing you know is one earphone, held out to you.

You look up at him in surprise, but he nudges the tiny, white device towards you, as if to prompt you to take it, “Don’t know if you’ll like it, but I never see you without your headphones. Can’t imagine the suffering you’re going through right now.”

Huffing, bittersweet, you take the earphone and push it into your ear. The fact that he obviously paid more attention to you than you had thought, leaves you with warm cheeks. You try to hide it, by keeping your head down, but little do you know, he sees it anyways.

The cable between the headphones is still half tangled, courtesy of Taeyong being too lazy to untangle them more than the bare minimum. It results in the two of you pushing a little closer. Your shoulders pressed against each other, you feel a little warmth spread through your icy body.

He seems less pleased about it, but for entirely different reasons than you assume at first: “You’re freezing! Wait a second, hold this-”

Handing you the umbrella, he hurls his backpack to his front and rummages inside. Seconds later, his hand comes back out, with a lump of black fabric.

“I forgot this at Johnny’s the other day. Lucky you, he gave it back to me today.”

As he hands it to you and you unfold it, the thing reveals itself to be a big, fluffy hoodie. A fashionable, yet dorky design is printed to the front and as you hold it to your body, you can tell it reaches almost to your thighs.

“It’s a little big on me, so it should be… Huge on you.” he chuckles, a slight flush to his cheeks that you can’t explain, “quick, before you catch a cold.”

“Y-you don’t have to.” you stutter.

Taeyong raises a brow at you, “and leave you standing in the rain instead? You can just give it back to me tomorrow.”

Trying to come up with another excuse, you find yourself out of words. Silently, you thank him and pull the hoodie over your soaked frame. It’s warm and there’s a nice, sweet smell of cologne lingering. There’s also something else, which you guess, you would smell if you buried your face into his neck.

You flush at that thought.

When you’re both settled, Taeyong pulls you a little closer, so your shoulder doesn’t poke out of the umbrella and taps on his phone. The first tunes fill your ear and you smile. You know that song.

“You have good taste.” you decide to say.

Running a hand through his hair, he grins, pleased, “Thanks, little fairy.”

Laughing to yourself, you look down at your feet and ask: “Why fairy?”

“You look like one.” he shrugs, “Your hair, your clothes, your eyes; you’re just… Cute. Like a fairy.”

Your mouth opens and closes a few times, not knowing what to say. Taeyong doesn’t seem to mind though, as he loops his arm through yours and starts humming to the song.

Suddenly, you’re thankful for the rain. It gives you the illusion that this moment could last as long as you want it to. Like you’re both caught inside an amazing, soft bubble, which only belongs to the two of you.

“You’re cute, too.” you mumble, shuffling your foot against the ground.

From the corner of your eye, you see him beaming, “Thank you.” another beat of silence, much more comfortable than any before, “Do you… Do you like coffee? I mean, like, any kind of beverage? Or, uh cake? I mean…” he sighs and laughs to himself, “Do you want to go for coffee, with me? Maybe on Friday?”

You’re still staring at him in surprise, when the bus rolls to a stop in front of you. The doors slide open, ready for you to enter. You tug at him, but he doesn’t follow.

“I only live a few minutes from here,” Taeyong explains, “This is your stop only, little fairy.”

You can’t help, but wrap him up in a hug. You were right: His neck does smell like his hoodie. He hugs you back, nose brushing against your ear. It’s short but sweet all the same.

“Friday”, you say, trying to keep yourself from grinning too wide, “After school?”

Nodding with a chuckle, Taeyong watches you back away into the bus. His eyes are fond as they watch you and when the bus doors close with a hiss, you press your nose against the glass. The world starts to move and you roll down your window, ignoring the bus drivers scolding, and lean out of the window.

“I’m looking forward to it, little prince!” you shout.

From afar, you can hear him laugh and, together with the soft trickle of the rain and the feeling of his hoodie, you find the sound is even sweeter than music.

-*- FIN -*-

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hiddenleafstoryteller · 5 years

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Luminescence

Chapter Two

Artwork by @discendia

Edited by @kanwriteseverything

The cold air stung at the fresh open wounds on Liadain’s knuckles. An early morning spent training resulted in the copper stained bandages on her hands.

She panted as she finally stepped back from the grain sack she’d strung up from the gnarled oak tree that ruled over her backyard like a war wizened king. She watched it sway back and forth from the force of the blows she had delivered.

Today was to be the first day of training with her team. A restful night's sleep would have done her well; she even promised Kushina she would go to bed soon after their goodbyes last evening. Yet anxiety had beckoned her out to the makeshift training grounds she had created as a child.

“Dani!” a voice echoed out from inside Liadain’s empty home.

“Backyard!” Liadain called back as she delivered a stream of punches to the weathered punching bag.

“Honestly, Liadain,” Mizuki Nakamoto stepped out from the backdoor, “you shouldn’t leave your door unlocked like that. Who knows what could happen!”

Liadain turned to face her with a hand on her hip and an eyebrow raised in amusement.

“Oooo look at me! I’m the mighty Tanaka!” The freckle-faced fourteen-year-old held her hands up in a mock fighting stance.

“Well, I am,” Liadain laughed as she walked towards the porch steps. When she reached the top, she stretched her arms upwards as she leaned against the post of the porch railing.

“Yeah, well you’re also eleven. Be practical,” Mizuki huffed as she pulled the young blonde into a tight hug.

“Practicality is your thing, Zuki,” Liadain chuckled as the two head into the house where the rising sun had begun to adorn the kitchen in a cheery golden glow.

“You could stand to be a bit more practical. Look at your hands, they’re cracking and bleeding,” Mizuki pulled out a tincture from her satchel and opened it to reveal a reddish brown salve. “Take off the bandages and put some of this on. I’ll have Mother make you your own tincture soon. It will be good for when you go out on a mission.”

Liadain groaned as she began to undo her bandages, “But Mizuki! That stuff stings!” she whined as she discarded the bloodied rags into the garbage.

“You know what else would sting? An amputation because you have gangrene,” Mizuki shoved the tincture into Liadain’s hands.

She begrudgingly began to apply the salve to her cracked skin. She winced as its healing properties stung at the wounds.

“Has your Da had a chance to work on that salve I asked him for...ya know for…” Liadain gestured to her entire body and the scars that decorated it.

Mizuki, who had busied herself with putting the kettle onto the stove, looked back at her friend with sad eyes. The curl that fell in front of her face swayed back and forth as she shook her head no.

“He’s really been trying, but your scars aren’t like regular scars.” Mizuki walked over and placed two mugs onto the counter top that was between them. “He said that your scars aren’t of the Earth. They’re a gift from the sky.”

“Yeah, some gift.” Liadain huffed as she looked to her right, into the mirror that hung nearby. The faded blue and purple lines made her pale skin almost deathly, along with the sullen expression she wore as she looked at them in disdain.

“I’d sell my last bit of chakra to make these stupid things go away,” Liadain poured honey into her cup as Mizuki added hot water to their tea.

“Don’t go saying dumb things like that. You’re a shinobi of the Hidden Leaf. Your weaknesses need to become your strengths.” Mizuki sat down across from Liadain and gazed at her over her square glasses.

Liadain gently slid her index finger around the rim of her mug and stared at the scarring that went to her fingertips.

“So, you met your team. How did that go? You’re with Mao right? She and I are good friends.” Mizuki tried to pry conversation out of Liadain.

“Oh, oh yeah. Mao is nice—” Liadain nodded and shrugged, “—Tatsuo...Tatsuo pretty much called me a thief.”

Mizuki rolled her eyes, “Tatsuo Saito? Oh he is almost as impossible as his brother Hideo!” She clicked her tongue in disgust. “Don’t pay him any mind, but don’t excuse his behavior either. A lot of us were brought up hearing stories of your ancestors, that doesn’t mean we should expect you to be nothing but a stereotype.”

“You know what the strangest thing is Zuk?” Liadain chuckled before taking a long sip of her tea. “My entire life I’ve heard those stories about my family. As much as they hurt to hear, I still love to hear them. It’s really the only way I’ll ever have memories of them.”

Mizuki looked down at the counter and then back at the girl in front of her.

How can someone so young really be so old? She pondered as she reached out to touch Liadain’s arm.

“Mother and Father still would let you move in, you know. The guest room could be yours. We could be like sisters!” Mizuki grinned at the idea of having Liadain in her home. All the time they could spend training together or going on adventures in the village.

Liadain gave a soft smile as she looked around her empty home.

“I could never leave this house. I promised the Widow that I would take care of it for her,” Liadain replied as she sighed softly.

When Lord Third had found Liadian in the woods, he knew of only one person he could trust to watch over her as she grew up. That dark night he had approached the lone house on the last road in the village and knocked on the Widow Adachi’s door.

She had recently lost her husband to illness and lived in the large house all alone. Her daughter had long ago left the village to travel the world and had yet to return.

She had loved Liadain as if she were her own and Liadain loved her more than anyone she’d ever come in contact with.

Last winter, the Widow Adachi had fallen ill and passed away. She left everything she owned to Liadain, including the house.

Mizuki smiled in understanding, “Just know the offer is always on the table.”

An hour went by before the two decided to head off to the academy together. The warm Spring morning brought a smile to Dani’s face as they walked down the dirt road towards the village.

“What do you think of your sensei?” Mizuki asked as she adjusted the straps of her backpack.

“Kushina-Sensei is the best. I’ve known her for all of twenty-four hours, but she’s the coolest person I know.” Liadian gushed as she recounted the night's trip to the ramen shop.

“I hope I get a sensei like her when I graduate,” Mizuki chuckled as they turned the corner and into a more crowded area of the village.

“You totally will,” Liadain agreed.

Mizuki stopped suddenly. Liadain followed her gaze as she began to wave.

Mao glided over to them. The gaze of everyone followed her as she approached the other two girls.

“Liadain! I didn’t know you were friends with Mizuki!” Mao hugged them both as they continued walking to the academy.

“Yeah, the Widow Adachi would bring me to Mizuki's parent’s shop all the time. We used to play dolls together.” Liadain explained as they stepped through the front gates.

“Hey! Watch out!” a voice called as some younger academy students speed past them. One of the boys accidentally bumped into Mizuki, causing her to drop her book to the ground.

“Ah! Iruka!” She rolled her eyes. “Watch where you’re going!”

Iruka picked up her book and held it out to her, “Sorry Mizuki, I didn’t hurt you did I?”

Mizuki grabbed the book and waved him off with a faint blush on her face. “No, no. I’m fine.”

Iruka ran off after his friends and Mizuki huffed as she regained her composure, “That Iruka is so-”

“In love with you?” Mao offered. She and Liadain burst into giggles.

“What?! Ew, no. I was going to say annoying . Just like you two!” She rolled her eyes and then stopped in front of the classroom. “Well, I’m going to head inside. I’ll see you guys for lunch! Oh, Dani take this tincture, you need the salve for your hands.”

Mizuki handed Liadain the tincture of healing salve. She put it into the tan pouch around her waist.

“Thanks, Zuk, good luck in class today!” Liadain smiled as she and Mao headed outside to the training grounds.

“What do you think Kushina will have us do today?” Liadain asked Mao, who was busy tying her braids up into a ponytail.

“No idea, maybe just some basic stuff?” Mao offered with a shrug as they spotted their red headed sensei sitting on a bench talking with Tatsuo.

“Good morning girls!” Kushina smiled at her other two students and then stood up. “I thought we could spend today really getting to know each other.”

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stratus-skye07 · 5 years

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You Think You Know Me | Chen

Requested: Can I request Chen x reader where Chen is a mafia leader but the reader doesn't know until the reader finds out and they have a big argument which causes the reader to leave but the reader comes back and they make up. Super fluff and angst thanks

Genre: Angst / Fluff Ending / Mafia AU

Word Count: 11k

It’s odd when you look back at how you were a few years ago and how much has changed. Of course, it happens but to such an extent where you feel like you were living someone else’s life.

Living a normal life is what a majority of the population come to expect as they get older. For some, it’s easier, and others it’s not as easy. I was given the short end of the stick in life. Both my parents died when I was young, leaving me to be raised by my grandpa who eventually passed away shortly after I graduated high school. I was alone.

Fending for myself, I didn’t have the financial means to go to college so working part-time jobs was my only way to eat and have a roof over my head. While working one of my jobs is when I met him.

Being a waitress pays well, at least for me, but can be the most tiring job of them all. It wasn’t easy getting this job at such a popular and elegant restaurant so I work my hardest to do the job well.

Tonight’s reservation is supposed to be the most important for the restaurant. It’s booked out to a group of very important businessman. They buy out the restaurant every now and again to hold meetings of important matters. This was the first time they would be here since I’ve been working here.

The owner of the restaurant hands me a four-page nondisclosure agreement, “I’m gonna need you to read over this and sign it for tonight’s guest. Should you choose not to sign then I’ll have to replace you.”

I raise my eyebrows, “So these guys are a huge deal?” I ask.

He nods, “Yes, they’re old friends of mine and have given a helping hand in making the restaurant the way it is. I let them come here to hold their meetings in confidentiality so whatever you hear doesn’t leave this place.”

“Can I ask what kind of business they do?”

He sighs, “A wide variety of marketing. So please read over this, sign it, and give it to me before tonight.”

It took me a few rereads to be sure that I understood everything that was expected of me before I officially signed the NDA and handed it in. Shortly before the guest was due to arrive, I mentally prepare myself to work the rest of the night. While tying my apron, I overhear some of the girls talking about tonight’s event.

One of them claps in excitement, “I’ve been waiting for tonight since the last time they were here.”

“I know, we rarely get any handsome guys to come in but for one night, we get nine of them all at once.”

“Last time they were here, Kai winked at me. How can someone look so cute but sexy with that grin of his?”

Seeing as these two have worked here long enough to know something about these guys. I’m not close to either of them but it wouldn’t hurt to ask about them.

“Who exactly are these guys?” I ask, entering their conversation.

They both start to gush again when one of them explains, “They’re all CEOs of different companies. They come together for meetings to collaborate on their businesses.”

“The best part is they’re bachelors.”

I nod, “Usually rich businessmen are. I’m sure they have a fiance waiting for them somewhere.”

Both girls began to giggle again, “They’re self-made CEOs so their parents do force them to get married.”

“Which means they get to marry whoever they want.” The other girl adds.

I hum in understanding of their excitement, “So you’re saying there’s a chance?” I say jokingly to get their emotions riled up again.

They both nod in glee until one of them stops, “Well maybe not with Kim Jongdae.”

The other looks sad as well, “Oh yeah, Mr. Kim.”

“Mr. Kim?” I ask.

“He’s the big boss of the other eight. He’s much tougher to get his attention. All the others at least glance at us when we walk around to serve but Mr. Kim doesn’t even flinch. He’s either really not interested or he’s gay, which is such a loss for women.”

Before I could get any more information about the group, we had to get to work as they arrived. I and the two other girls stood across from the table that was in the center of the room. The nine men enter the room. We all bow our heads to greet the men. The silence is deafening. The only sound that’s being made is the set of footsteps walking around the room.

As they take their seats, we go to work. The girls gave me a rundown of everyone’s names. On one side of the table sat, Park Chanyeol, Oh Sehun, Kim Minseok, and Kim Jongin. The second important CEO, Kim Junmyeon, sits on the other side followed by Do Kyungsoo, Zhang Yixing and Byun Baekhyun. I can already tell from his position at the end of the table that is was the boss of bosses, Mr. Kim.

I go around handing each of them their menus until I reach Mr. Kim. As I’m turning to face him, my apron slides across the table causing it to take his fork with it. The fork lands on the floor. I gasp as I quickly bend down to reach for it but Mr. Kim’s hand reaches for it just as fast causing our hands to touch.

I look up to meet his eyes. I bow my head, “I’m sorry, I’ll get you a new one.”

He gives me a gentle smile as he shakes his head, “It’s okay, I believe in the five-second rule.” I chuckle at his comment as I rise to my feet to continue serving.

A few minutes go by and the guys have ordered. Their food begins to arrive in the room. I’m pouring the wine when I notice, the two girls discussing something at the opposite side of the room. Once I finish, I walk over to them to see what the problem is.

“Everyone is waiting for their food, what’s going on?” I whisper to them.

“She forgot who ordered what.”

I look at the other to ask, “How did you forget, you took their orders.”

“I know but I forgot to write their names down along with the orders.” She explains in a slight frantic without causing a scene.

“Is the food ready yet? I’m hungry.” The one named Baekhyun asks.

“I’m screwed.”

I sigh, “Just grab a plate and watch for my signal.” Luckily for her, I overheard them making their decisions before ordering. My memory has never failed me in all my years of living.

I take half of the plates and give them to their owners. While I’m setting a plate down to Suho that’s sitting at the opposite side of the table, I glance as the girl walks slowly towards Chanyeol with Minseok’s plate. I slightly shake my head twice until she reaches Minseok to which I nod.

Once all the food has been given out I attempt to go back to my position with the other girls when a loud voice calls out to me.

“You!” I turn to find, of all people, Mr. Kim pointing at me. “Come here.”

I stand beside him, “Yes, sir?”

Slowly his gaze goes from the center of the table, up to me. “Did anyone ask an opinion from you?”

“Excuse me?” I ask, not understanding what he meant. His attitude is completely different than how it was just a few minutes ago.

He just raises his eyebrows, waiting for an answer. I quickly lower my head, “No, sir.”

“You seem to have some issues controlling the balance of your head.” He says.

He must be talking about the signals I was giving the girl about each dish. I don’t know what to say to him without throwing my coworker under the bus.

“I-I was just recalling something completely irrelevant. I’m sorry if there was a misunderstanding.” I say bowing my head.

He scoffs then begins to spit out numbers, “Zero, nine, two, one, one, nine, nine, two.”

I look at him in confusion, “I’m sorry, I don’t understand.”

“If you have such a great memory then you must be smart as well. Add all the numbers I just said then multiply it by nine. If you get it wrong, you’re fired.”

I scoff at how ridiculous this has come down to. I stare at the center of the table as I begin to think.

Mr. Kim shakes his head, “If it’s too difficult then maybe this job is too hard for-”

I finish thinking to answer, “Two hundred and ninety-seven.” I return his gaze. It’s not difficult, I was just finishing multiplying thirty-three by nine.”

The room is silent as I begin to feel like I’m causing more trouble than just getting fired and leaving but I need this job and I won’t let some snobby CEO take it away from me when he has no idea the struggle it is to work in the lower class.

I bow respectfully, “I can see that I’ve caused some discomfort in the room and for that, I apologize. I’ll excuse myself.”

“No.” He stops me, “Stay and do your job.”

Without saying anything else, he continued to talk to the other men as if nothing happened. I continued to serve the whole table but at the same time, I began to have a feeling that I was being watched. I wanted to think that it was Mr. Kim watching me but the girls said so themselves that he never bats an eye at any woman. I brush off the feeling until the end of the night.

After the men have finished eating, I and the other girls take the plates to the back so we can end our night when the boss approaches me.

“Y/N, can I have a word with you.” He asks.

My heart begins to race thinking about what it could be. Is he actually gonna fire me? My answer wasn’t wrong. Yet again, I doubt he would just let an incident like that pass.

We go into his office. After he closes the door, he stands in front of me. I lower my gaze awaiting what he was going to say.

He sighs, “What an interesting night for you. I can’t say I’ve seen worse.”

“I apologize for causing you trouble,” I say.

He nods before extending his hand to me, “Here.”

Reaching out my hand, he hands me an envelope. With confidence, I take it and open it to find money inside.

“Is this my last pay?” I ask, knowing the answer.

Suddenly, he starts chuckling. “No, I’m not firing you. This is from Mr. Kim. It’s your tip.”

My eyes widen as I look at the wad of money that’s in the envelope. Too much to give a waitress as a tip.

“I thought he didn’t like me,” I say in shock.

“The opposite, actually. He was impressed that you were able to get the answer correct and also put him in place so respectfully. He says you worked hard and to keep it up.”

Shaking my head, I leave his office in disbelief. Once the shock factor goes away, I begin to think that this amount of money isn’t right to keep. Call me dumb but there’s only so much money a person can accept for an odd reason.

I run out of the restaurant to find Mr. Kim but by the time I spot him, he’s getting into his car and begins to drive away. In a quick attempt to catch up and get his attention, I end up breaking the heel of my shoe. I fall on the sidewalk, nearly twisting my ankle.

Great, if things could’ve gotten any weirder for tonight.

On my next day off, I ask my boss where Mr. Kim works so that I could return his money. As much as I need the money, I don’t think it’s right to take this much for not doing much. In a way, I feel like I would owe that person something if I kept it.

I would’ve come sooner but my ankle ended up swelling which kept me from working for a few days. It’s still a bit tender to walk on but I didn’t wanna prolong giving the money back.

With a lot of pleading, he gives me the address to his company. The tall exterior of the building is a little intimidating but I push that thought out of my head or else I would never go in.

I enter the building where there’s a lot of businesspeople walking around. I notice the reception desk that had five different secretaries sitting.

I approach one of the employees, “Excuse me, is CEO Kim Jongdae available?”

“Do you have an appointment?” She asks.

Before I can say no and expect to get turned away, there’s a familiar voice that says from behind me, “She does now.”

Looking over my shoulder, there’s Kim Jongdae.

After the awkward staredown, he has me following him up to the top of the building which is most likely where his office is located. I tried to just tell him straightforwardly that I didn’t want the money so it wouldn’t take up any more of his time but he insisted I follow him to talk.

I felt uncomfortable the entire time we were waiting in the elevator to get to his floor. He didn’t even look at me the entire time. I also felt out of place since the building was filled with businessmen and women then there’s me. A random girl walking in, wearing jeans and a hoodie.

Once we enter his office, I’m amazed at how large it is. I almost mistook it for a meeting room but I’m not exactly familiar with the business lifestyle.

Mr. Kim walks over to his desk to sit in his chair when he starts to speak again, “So what do I owe this sudden visit? Did you come for another problem to solve?” He asks jokingly.

I shake my head, “It’s actually about this.” I take out the envelope from my jacket pocket, “This tip you left me.”

He raises his eyebrows, “What about it? Was it not enough?”

“No, it was actually too much. I can’t accept this much no matter how much I may need it. So I’m returning it.” I say sliding the thick envelope onto his table.

He shakes his head, “I don’t want it back. It’s no longer mine.”

I scoff, “Are you seriously choosing to be difficult about this?”

Shrugging, he adjusts himself in his seat, “The real question is, why did it take you so long to come here to return it? Did you have an inner moral discussion for the past few days?”

No, my ankle was killing me but I won’t bother telling him my problems. A man of his stature doesn’t understand the struggles of low-class people like me anyway.

I simply shake my head, “I don’t have to explain myself to you. Just take your money back. I’m sure it doesn’t really matter to you anyways.”

I turn to walk out of the office when my ankle begins to act up again. I yelp in pain as I quickly bounce off it but lose my balance in the process. I reach for something to hold so I can let the sting pass but I end up leaning into Mr. Kim.

“Are you okay?” He asks.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” I say nervously feeling the firmness of his body against mine. “It’s just my ankle.”

Looking up at him in surprise at how quick he was to come to my aid. I try to push away from him but he held me in place to not lean on my foot.

“Come here,” He leads me to the chair across from his desk, “Sit. Let me take a look at it.”

Kneeling in front of me, he reaches for my ankle but I quickly pull my leg back to hide it, “It’s not a big deal. It’s still in the healing process.”

“Don’t make me hold you down.” He says in an aggressive voice. “Let me see.” His tone isn’t a threatening one but more like a dad ordering their kid to show their scraped knee.

Not wanting to argue about it, I lift my ankle. It’s kind of embarrassing having a complete stranger check on your ankle for you, especially when that stranger is as handsome as Mr. Kim.

He takes off my sneaker and lowers my sock to where only my ankle was exposed. He gazes at the slight bruising around it. Once I got home that night, it swelled up. Now that the swelling went down, it left behind the bruises which make it difficult to walk around sometime.

“When did this happen?” He asks as he moves my ankle around.

“That night,” I say not giving much information about how it occurred.

“Was it because of the money, you ended up hurting yourself.” He asks in a low voice.

Ignoring eye contact, I don’t say anything but I know that he put two and two together to get somewhat an idea of how I hurt myself.

Without saying anything else, Mr. Kim walks out of the office then returns with a first aid kit. He takes out a pain patch and carefully places it over the bruised area.

Suddenly he speaks again but with a much softer tone, “I didn’t mean anything by it. I gave you that much money because I felt bad for embarrassing you. I misunderstood you, twice now, and I don’t usually do that so apologizing isn’t something I do often. Giving money is what I’m used to since no one questions it. They just take it.”

“It’s a shock when you find that not everyone’s like that,” I say.

He begins to massage the patch. At first, it was painful but he adjusted the pressure so it felt more soothing. My eyes began to linger around the movement of his hands. His slender fingers going up and down my leg made it harder to breathe.

“Mr. Kim...”

I immediately lose my train of thought when his gaze turns to me again. Neither of us moves an inch. My stomach is beginning to knot up at the sight of him. Unwelcoming thoughts begin to come to mind of his hands moving a high to grip my thighs.

That thought is knocked out of my head when the phone on his desk begins to ring. He sighs before pressing the speaker button.

“Mr. Kim, your meeting is about to start.” The woman on the phone says.

“I’ll be right there.” He confirms.

Putting my shoe back on, I take the envelope that I had left on his desk and take out a twenty-dollar bill.

“I’ll accept this as my tip. I’m sorry to disturb you.” I say as I bow my head.

Without saying another word or allowing him to say anything back, I leave his office. For most of my life, I’ve known when to draw the line. Kim Jongdae is in another world than me so he’s on the other side of a line that I can’t cross. It’s better to leave this way.

A couple weeks go by and work has been busier than ever. My ankle stopped hurting that helped a lot in keeping up the pace of work. The only thing that has become a pain in the ass for tonight is the douche bag businessmen that are sitting in my section. All of them obviously married but still try their best to flirt with me. Married men like them make me wonder how their wives even said yes.

I approach the table again to refill their drinks. The three men turn their attention to me as I lean in to pour the wine into their glasses.

“Y/N,” One of the older men with glasses calls me, “what time do you get off work?”

I scoff, “Around the time you should be putting your kids to bed.” I say.

I try to stay as calm as I can when it comes to customers like these because it’s my job to maintain a kind demeanor towards everyone but I don’t want them to think they can do whatever they want just because they’re the customers.

The man chuckles, “I like a kitty with claws. How about when you get off work I take you home in my car. It’s a really fancy one.” His tone is almost like he’s trying to talk brainless person.

“I’m afraid I have more important things to attend to, sir. Enjoy the rest of your meal.” I say with a forced smile to my face.

The work night is finally over. The rest of the night got a little easier after those businessmen left. With my purse over my shoulder, I head out of the restaurant to walk towards the bus stop. I just want to go home and pass out from the constant walking around.

As I’m walking down the sidewalk, a car pulls up beside me and parks. I don’t think anything of it until I hear the driver call me by name.

“Y/N!”

Turning my head, I see the man from earlier. He gets out of his car to approach me. He has this odd-looking smile on his face once he’s in front of me.

He points to his car, “I told you I had a nice car. Get in and let me take you for a spin.”

I take a step away, “No, that’s okay. I have to get home or else my boyfriend will get worried. Please get home safely.”

I begin to walk away but he continues to follow my every step, “Well, let me give you a ride home. I’m sure gorgeous hard-working young lady like yourself is exhausted from being on her feet all day.”

I finally snap, “Listen, I’m not interested in what you might have planned for me so please go away or I’ll report you for harassment!”

His face turns sour, “When the fuck is being nice harassment. You should be grateful an honest man like me is even offering to help you. There’s not many of those around.”

I scoff at him. Not wanting to have to listen to his so-called justified excuses, I continue to walk down the sidewalk.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” He forces me to stop by grabbing a hold of my wrist and pulling me towards him. “I’m not done talking to you. For someone who works at a high-class place, you should really learn to respect people.”

“Let go of me!” I instinctively knee him in the groin. His grip on my arm only tightens as he bends over in pain.

“You rude little bitch!” He shouts before punching me in the face.

I fall to the ground, I cup my face from the sudden shock. Once a man puts his hands on a woman, there’s no telling how much more damage he’ll do.

The man towers over me and grabs my leg for me to not get away, “Seems like you need a man to teach you some manners.” He says raising his fist again.

I flinch and close my eyes as I wait for the impact again.

When the hit doesn’t come, I glance over my hand to see Mr. Kim holding the man’s wrist. His face looks stern along with his jaw clenching as he eyes down the guy.

“Funny, I was just about to say the same thing to you.”

“Who-”

Before the man can even finish his sentence, Mr. Kim delivers a hard strike to the man’s face. The man groans in pain as he bends at an angle from the hit. Mr. Kim grabs him by the collar of his shirt to lift him upright again.

He shoves the man hard against his car door before punching him in the stomach. The man tries to bend over from the hit but Mr. Kim pulls him back to stand upright to look straight at his face.

“Take a good look at my face, you piece of shit.” He practically growls while speaking again, “You come near this girl again and my face is gonna be the last one you see. So get back in your fancy car and don’t come back here.”

Mr. Kim opens the door for him before shoving the man into his car. The man takes a moment to snap out of what happened to finally drive away.

I stand and approach Mr. Kim. He’s still staring in the direction the car drove away in. His body is tense. His fist is still balled up and slightly shaking from anger.

“Mr. Kim?” I call out to him which manages to snap him out of his rage. “Are you okay?” I ask noticing his knuckles are pretty red.

His face finally loosens up enough for him to give me a smile, “I should be asking you that.”

I take a huge sigh of relief that things didn’t get any worse, “I’m okay, thanks to you.”

“You shouldn’t be walking around alone at night like this.” He says. “Come on, I’ll drive you home.”

I shake my head, “Oh no, you’ve gone through enough trouble for me. I can take the bus as I always do.”

“I won’t take no for an answer this time. I’d feel better knowing that you got home safely. So if you wouldn’t mind?” He says signaling towards the much nicer car that was parked across the street.

The car ride to my apartment was pretty quiet. Mr. Kim would considerately ask if I was okay or if I felt any pain anywhere. Those were the only times he spoke. The rest of the way was silence. Even though I had gone through a scary situation, I didn’t feel scared of being alone with Mr. Kim. It was more the opposite. I felt like I was the safest in the car with him.

Once we got to my apartment, Mr. Kim walked me all the way up to the door. He eyed the neighborhood with a look of uncomfortably.

“This is where you live?” He asks.

I shrug, “Yeah, I know it’s not great but it’s all I can afford.”

“Not someplace I’d see someone like you living in.” He says.

I chuckle as I ask, “Oh really? Where do you think I should live? Gangnam?”

Suddenly, instead of replying, he reaches out to pull my face closer to his with his hands around the back of my neck. Space is nearly gone between us as he examines my face from where I got hit. My eyes widen at how close I can see the features of his face.

He strokes my cheek with his thumb, “This is gonna bruise. I’d ice it down before you go to bed.” He advises.

Feeling the knots forming in my stomach again, I slowly pull his hands away from my neck. Looking up at him, I ask, “What were you doing near the restaurant?”

He’s wearing casual clothes so he couldn’t be coming to have a meeting or anything. I doubt him showing up here was a coincidence. Those rarely happen to me.

He sighs as he puts his hands in his pockets, “You want the truth or some sappy excuse?” I raise my eyebrows at him. “Truth then.” He runs his hands through his hair, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you since you left my office.”

“Huh?” I ask in confusion. “I didn’t take you for a joker.”

Looking at me with a serious face, he says, “I’m not.”

“Mr. Kim-”

“Please, call me Jongdae.”

His sudden confession took me off guard and I assumed he was only after a one night stand but it’s not until he asked me out on a date that I began to feel that it wasn’t just one thing he was after. There were sincere feelings from him.

After seeing a movie, we take a walk before calling it a night. We walk somewhat in awkward silence. I’ve never been on a date with someone like him before.

Finally, he breaks the silence by asking, “Did you like the movie?”

I nod, “Oh yeah, I was looking forward to seeing it so I appreciate you taking me.”

He smiles charmingly, “I usually don’t go out to see movies or things like that since work always gets in the way.”

“It’s okay, Mr. K-I mean Jongdae.” He laughs at my sudden correction. “Sorry, I met you as a CEO. I never imagined we’d be going on a date.”

“I understand. I know it was sudden. Believe me, I was surprised myself. It’s really hard for women to catch my attention but there was something about you that I couldn’t shake.” He explains.

“I’m just me. There’s nothing extra to me.” I say.

Shaking his head, he adds, “For some reason, I don’t buy that. I think there’s something different about you that even you don’t know.”

I look at him confusingly, “I’m not following.”

“Like, why did you give me the tip back?” He continues, “You could’ve just accepted it. Instead, you came all the way down to my work to return it. Not many people would go to that extent so why would you?”

I shrugged not sure what to say, “It’s hard to explain, really.”

“I mean, was it how you were brought up?”

I scoff, “Hardly. Both my parents died when I was really young so I barely remembered them. When I started living with my grandpa, he was extremely hard on me growing up. Always said that if I were to live with him then I needed to pay my dues. He found every excuse possible to get me to work. All because I lived with him. He didn’t care if we were blood.”

I sigh as I continue to explain, “I’ve always felt that if you are given something that you owe that person. You, giving me so much money, made me feel like I’d owe you eventually. I can’t owe anyone anything when I don’t even have anything for myself.”

“I understand that. Money is the only thing I can offer anyone so there would never be any favors that need to be returned.”

Nodding, I take the plunge to ask the burning question, “Since you brought it up. Why did you ask me out?”

He stops to look at me, “Why?” He repeats.

“Not that there’s anything wrong with it. It’s just that you’re a CEO and I’m just a waitress, along with other part-time jobs. I’m nothing special. I mean you’ve seen where I live. Why the interest in me?”

He shrugs, “I’m not sure yet. I guess that’s why I asked you out, so I could figure that out. Besides, I’m a self-made businessman, which means there’s no one above me to tell me who to date and I surely don’t care what other people say about me. Aside from being smart, you’re beautiful and as far as I know, there’s nothing wrong with you.”

Looking at him, I begin to feel this warm feeling in my chest. Working in a high-class restaurant, I’ve seen all the rich men look down on people with less money than them. In their eyes, they’re not on their level. I always thought that was every rich businessman. Never would I meet someone like Jongdae that looked passed all the materialism.

At this moment, I stop seeing Jongdae as CEO Kim but as a regular man.

“Jongdae-”

I don’t get a chance to speak when a thunderous roar begins to sound from the sky scares me. Within seconds, it starts raining. Jongdae quickly grabs my hand and leads back towards his car.

By the time we reach the car, we’re both soaking wet. I begin to get chills from the cold droplets of water.

“Are you cold?” Jongdae asks.

I rub my hands together, “No, I’m fine.”

“Let me see.” Without warning, he reaches out to grab both my hands in his.

The warm feeling of his hands' enveloping mine made my heart race. I stare at his skin glistening from the pouring rain as well as his damp hair that caused his the fringe to fall over his eyes. The feeling continued to travel into the pit of my stomach until the sight of him became more erotic than intended the longer I stared.

“I’ll turn on the heat.”

He loosens his grip on my hands, preparing to let go when I tighten my hold on him. His gaze raises up to meet mine. For an intense moment, I stare back at his eyes until my attention goes down to his lips.

Lust wins over reasoning as I lean in to meet his lips. There’s no hesitation from Jongdae either. He cups my cheek to pull me closer but the center console kept us too far apart. With a tug of my arm, Jongdae guides me over to straddle him in the driver’s seat. Before I knew it, I was searching for the waistband of his pants to undo his zipper. The outside became a blur from the fog that formed on the windows.

It didn’t take long for us to get close after that. The year went by so fast. After the first few months, he started taking care of me more than I’d expect anyone to. The gifts started off little then grew to the extreme. First, he got me a diamond bracelet. Then for our six-month mark, he bought me a car. At the beginning of our relationship, he would either pick me up or have one of his drivers get me from work and it felt burdening. He bought me a car for independence.

The recent gift was the most extravagant. It was for my birthday, he got me an apartment in Gangnam. He even put everything in my name so that if we ever broke up, he wouldn’t be able to take it away from me and leave me homeless.

Each gift I tried to decline them as much as I could because of the feeling of owing something to him but he quickly convinced me by saying that the only thing he wanted in return was my love and support. Saying that it was much greater to him to have from me than anything he’s given me. I started realizing that he wasn’t giving me everything so that I would be tied down to him. He was giving me these things to make life easier for me and it was sincere.

I enter the large building I once felt intimidated by but now seems like a place I work at. A place where I can walk in with casual clothes. Jongdae had given me a badge of my own so I would be able to come and go into the building to see him without being stopped and most of the employees already knew who I am.

The one thing that Jongdae had me promise him is to always check with his secretary before going into his office. He always has a lot of important people visit him so I make sure to respect his work environment.

Once I’m given the okay to enter his office, I enter quietly just to see him in his focus state. It gives me more time to admire his serious demeanors. It’s not until I close the door behind me that he turns his attention to me. The corner of his mouth turns up before he gets out of his chair to greet me with a hug.

“Hey,” He gives me a peck on the lips, “what brings you here?” He asks.

“I just came to see how things are going,” I say.

He hums, “It’s been pretty busy but why do I sense that there’s something more to this visit.”

I sigh, “Fine, you got me. I was wondering if you were going to be free sometime later maybe when you get off work?”

He chuckles, “I wish I could say yes, but I actually have some important business to do with the guys.”

“Again, I see and here I figured if I came in person you wouldn’t reject me this time but it seems that I’m losing my touch after a year.”

I attempt to slip out of his grasp but he holds me tighter. “To be honest, it makes it extremely difficult. On the phone, I don’t have to see your beautiful face in such disappointment.”

“I figured you would give me at least one night to have you to myself,” I say.

“I would but you know how busy work has gotten as of late. This is one of those busy months.” He says.

“It’s the third time this week. You’re beginning to neglect me, Jongdae.” I say with a pouty look on my face.

He kisses my temple, “I know, but we’re in the middle of a huge business deal. I need to make sure everything goes according to plan. No one but me can get this right. I promise though that I will make it up to you. You know I always keep my promises.”

The sad thing is it’s not the first time he’s been consecutively busy and I’ve been understanding of his work. The only reason I give him the guilt trip is to make sure he doesn’t get too used to my understanding. The rewarding thing is he always makes up for it with whatever I want which isn’t something he can buy.

I nod my head, “You promise?” Feeling the desk behind me, I hoist myself on to sit on the edge. “I don’t know if I believe you this time. You’ll have to start making it up to me.”

He chuckles taking a step closer, his waist filled in the space between my legs, “You’re right.” He says putting his hands on either side of the desk, “You’ve been so patient with me.” He begins to whisper as he speaks and dragging his lips across my neck and jaw.

Once his lips find mine, I wrap my arms around his neck to pull him closer. A groan leaves my mouth when his hands begin to travel up my shirt.

Having office sex isn’t something that we’re new to or shy to. For someone who’s the boss of the company, it was more surprising that Jongdae was the one the initiated it, to begin with. Another reason I don’t fully see him as the CEO of a huge company.

Our steamy session is interrupted by his phone ringing. We both sigh as the fire within us is put out by the fact that he has to go back to work.

Clearing his throat, Jongdae presses the speaker button to hear his secretary, “I’m sorry to interrupt, Mr. Kim….Y/N.”

“It’s okay. Go ahead.” I say.

“Mr. Kim, your one o’clock appointment has arrived.”

Jongdae’s expression changes into a serious one as he fixes himself up, “Give me a minute.”

He turns to me with a disappointed look as I straighten his tie for him, “I know.” I say.

There’s not much to say in times like these. This is his work and as much as it pains me to be away from him, I have to let him go do what he needs to.

Jongdae walks me to the door, he insisted on walking me out of the building but his meeting is more important so I end up leaving him in his office. Closing the door behind me, I head towards the elevator.

I reach around the corner when a woman catches my attention along with a lot of other male employees’ attention as well. She’s extremely beautiful especially with the skin-tight dress she’s wearing and black red bottom heels. As we pass each other, she gives me a small grin to greet me which I return with an awkward one. I’ve never seen her around. I wonder if she’s new.

Whoever she is, she’s entering Jongdae’s office. That’s his one o’clock appointment?! The curiosity kills me as I head over towards Jongdae’s secretary’s desk to see what I can find out about this woman.

“Hey, Y/N.” She greets me.

“Hey, how're the kids?” I ask.

She smiles, “Great, my oldest is graduating elementary school next month.”

“Really? It feels like yesterday you told me he was scared of going into kindergarten.” Jongdae’s secretary has always been nice to me and she’s like my ears in the office if something happens that Jongdae doesn’t want to tell me.

She frowns, “I know. I can’t stop them though.” Sighing, she adds, “I’m sorry again for interrupting, I know that it’s hard to spend time with Mr. Kim.”

I shrug, “It’s okay. I’m sure once this deal goes through he’ll have a whole lot of time to make it up to me.”

“That’s the way to do it. From the looks of things, the whole thing should be done and decided pretty soon. That woman that just came in is the head of the company that’s negotiating with Mr. Kim.”

I act surprised as if I didn’t pay that much attention to the woman, “Really? She looks pretty young, is she the boss’s daughter?” I ask.

“No, and it’s strange, no one knows a whole lot about her. The CEO of the opposing company used to speak to Mr. Kim on the phone about business but then she showed up suddenly to take over the negotiations in person.”

I hum in fascination, “Things must be getting serious then if they’re bringing someone to talk to him face-to-face.”

She nods, “They’re having another meeting later tonight to see if Mr. Kim can seal the deal quickly.”

He’s meeting her tonight? He told me that he was going to have a meeting with the guys and if he began honestly then she must be included in it as well. What if he told me that so I wouldn’t get jealous over the fact that he was going to have a meeting with a woman like that.

“I wouldn’t worry.” I get interrupted by a reassurance, “Mr. Kim is extremely loyal. Plus, in all the years I’ve known him, you’re the only woman I’ve seen him actually look at with loving eyes and not business eyes.”

“Thanks.”

Call it human nature, but I couldn’t rest easy knowing Jongdae was gonna be near a woman like that. I trust Jongdae but I don’t know her. It’s like taking your dog to the park, you know what your dog will do but you don’t know what dogs will do.

Waiting outside the office, I spot Jongdae and the woman leaving the building and entering his car. I follow, at a safe distance, behind them until they reach somewhat of a high-end club. It wasn’t too difficult to get past the bouncer since he was only allowing women of a certain stature to enter. Lucky for me, I fit his interest.

Being as inconspicuous as I could, I roam around the crowded areas around them. They stopped by the bar for a few minutes just talking. There were moments where Jongdae would laugh and smile which made me feel extremely uneasy since he’s not usually like that to anyone but me. My mind begins to battle between rationalizing and jealousy. I continue to think maybe he’s being like this because he’s trying to get this business deal settled. The other side of my brain is nagging me that this isn’t how he would go about it if it were a man he was doing business with.

As I begin to argue with myself, Jongdae and the woman are on the move again. They slip through the crowd and head towards upstairs. At the top of the steps, they enter a backroom where that reads VIP.

I sit around for what seems like hours but it was actually fifteen minutes. Most of it is basically me thinking if I should barge in there to confront the situation but then I begin to wonder if it really is something to do with work. I’d feel terrible if I ended up ruin an important business deal. At the same time, the waiting game isn’t working for me.

Going with the jealous thinking I approach the door and nearly start banging on the door but I stop myself. Leaning in, I listen in to hear muffled commotion happening on the other side of the door. Reasoning leaves me as I begin to think the worse is going on in there.

I swing open the door as I barge into the room. My heart goes from beating to a fast rate to a dead stop. Usually, you’d hoped to be wrong in these types of situations but, in my case, I really wished I was right about Jongdae cheating.

The room looks like a massacre had occurred. Blood splatter everywhere along with the bodies they came from. From what I could see there were six of them lying in a different part of the room. My eyes meet the eyes of the men that were standing over them. Their faces were all blur to me at that moment until my gaze meets a set of eyes that I’ve looked at for the past year.

“Jongdae?” I say his name in a barely audible voice.

He’s holding a gun to a woman’s temple. The same woman that he came in with. She’s on her knees in front of Jongdae. A moment later, I begin to realize that the men that are surrounding the room are the same men that work alongside Jongdae. The same ones that attended the restaurant for their meetings. The same men I’ve personally met shortly after dating him.

His eyes changed the instant they found mine. They were cold and unforgiving. A look I’ve never seen on his face before.

“Y/N?” He calls out to me with his sweet voice but he doesn’t look like the same Jongdae that I grew to love. “What are you doing here?”

“What am I…? What are you…?” Before I can even bring myself to speak, I begin to feel lightheaded then the room begins to spin. When I try to turn away to leave, I lose my footing and my brain just shuts down.

The images of what I saw continue to run through my head even in my sleep. The blood, the carnage, and Jongdae in the center of it all. It was a dream. I keep repeating the sentence to myself. It’s not until the image of him with blood on his hand wakes me up from the nightmare.

I sit up breathing heavily from shock. I’m back in my apartment. I don’t remember how I got here and begin to wonder if what I saw last night was actually real or a dream. I have to talk to Jongdae.

I prepare to get out of bed when I see a figure sitting in the chair. It’s Jongdae. When did he get here? Does that mean that what I saw last night was real?

“Are you feeling better?” He asks with his eyelids still closed.

He opens his eyes to look at me as I answer, “What happened last night, Jongdae? What did I walk into?”

Leaning forward, he rises from the chair to sit on the edge of my bed, “Y/N, there’s something I need to tell you.”

I shake my head, “Please tell me what I saw was a dream and it didn’t happen?”

He sighs, “I wish I could. Believe me, I didn’t want you to see that side of me.”

Tears begin to fill my eyes as I ask the gut-wrenching question, “Who are you?”

Jongdae looks around before finally looking me in the eyes to tell me the truth, “To the business world, I am CEO Kim Jongdae. To the guys and the underground world, I am EXO’s mafia leader, Chen.”

Mafia leader? How could someone like him be associated with the mafia? He’s the CEO of a damn company. How is it possible for someone to do both like this?

He continues, “I’m not the bad guy. The woman you saw last night, she was an undercover assassin. She was sent by a rival company to take me out but I found out who she was before that could happen. The club we went to, I own it. I brought her there to trap her, along with her accomplices but it ended up getting messy.”

“W-what happened to that woman? Is she…?” I barely have the strength to finish that sentence. Jongdae doesn’t look at me as he nods his head.

She was dead, along with all those people I saw in that room. Suddenly, the large knot that had been tightening in my stomach begins to rise up my throat. Feeling the sickens coming up, I push past Jongdae to get to the bathroom where I barely make it into the toilet.

Jongdae is instantly by my side as he held my hair and patting my back. Feeling how gentle his touch is, conflicts with my feelings about him after what I saw last night. He helps me stand before going to the sink to rinse my mouth out.

“Y/N,” he reaches for my hand but I instantly pull away.

“Don’t touch me!” I give him a shove to put some distance between us. I can barely think with him in front of me. If he were to touch me again, I would become so confused again.

“I swear, I was going to tell you but I didn’t want to expose you this lifestyle. Every time I wanted to say something about it, you would give me that innocent smile and the courage I’d built to would instantly go away.”

“Then why didn’t you just break up with me? It would’ve been less painful for both of us.” I say through sobs.

His face turns into a pained expression, “I was already in too deep. I fell in love with you.”

“Damn it, Jongdae!” I shout at him, “Why couldn’t you just cheat on me like a normal person? But instead, you’re a fucking mafia leader. It’s like I don’t even know who you are anymore.”

“Don’t say that. I’m the same person you met in that restaurant a year ago. My occupation doesn’t change that.”

“How doesn’t it? You’ve killed people.”

Hyperventilation begins to set in as I lose strength in my legs. Jongdae catches me before I hit the ground. With little effort, he carries me to the bed. I begin to sob in his chest uncontrollably. He shushes me as he pulls the covers over me.

Eventually, I fell asleep in his arms. Letting all the tears out, made me tired. When I woke again, Jongdae was gone. I only remember what he whispered to me before giving me a kiss on the cheek.

“I love you so much. Whenever you’re ready I’ll wait.” Then he left.

I went on about my life as normal. Jongdae came by my apartment to talk but I didn’t let him in. I wasn’t ready. He knocked on the door a few time before leaving. He has a key to my apartment but he said he wouldn’t use it unless I said otherwise and he never did.

I didn’t see or hear from him for a few days after that. I couldn’t keep my decisions straight in my mind. One day I’d want to break it off and the next I’d want to talk to him to know more but both choices I end up chickening out with my choice. When I didn’t think about the fact that he was a mafia leader, I would say yes to staying with him. The images of what happened in that club continued to give me nightmares.

Eventually, I came to a decision. I would leave him. Things would only get worse for us if we continued to see each other. Our lives were easier before we met. He wouldn’t have had to hide this and I wouldn’t have had to see what I saw.

Once I called and told him about my decision, he invited me to meet him at his office after hours. All the employees would be gone, we wouldn’t be interrupted.

Entering his office this time around had a different feeling to it. Especially knowing what I do now. Things seem to have a different vibe from what I was used to. Everything has changed since the truth came out.

Seeing him at his desk makes me wonder if all those time I came in to see him, was he working on mafia plans. The thoughts are nonstop.

“Have you been well?” He asks leaning against his desk.

I cross my arms, “I mean I’ve been better but I’ll live.” I look him up and down to notice the dark circles like he hasn’t been sleeping. “You look like shit.” Has this really affected him that much?

He shrugs, “I’ve been worried about you since we parted ways. I didn’t want this to harshly affect your life as it has and for that I’m sorry.”

I scoff, “I thought apologies weren’t your thing?”

He smirks, “When it comes to you, I’ll apologies nonstop.”

“How about you tell me the whole truth instead,” I say.

“Fair enough. A long time ago, I had nothing to my name. When I created EXO, it’s what helped start up my business. In a way, EXO’s money was what was invested in the company. I’m living a double life as a CEO and a mafia leader.”

I take a huge breath, “I just don’t know how to feel about all this. Everything just makes me wonder if all the things I thought you were doing was actually work-related. How many times did you tell me that you were out doing business and it was actually gang-related?”

“Would you feel better if I did tell you what was work and what was mafia work?” He says so straightforward.

I shrug my shoulders, “I don’t know if I could handle it.”

He slowly approaches me as if I would run away in fear. I hold my ground up until his chest is just inches away and I can smell his cologne. His hands reach for mine and out of instinct I raise them for him to take.

“I know you can. You’re as tough as they come. I knew that since day one when I met you. The way you assertively proved me wrong, I knew that there was something about you that was addicting.” He continues, “I fought with myself for days after you left my office on whether or not to pursue you but when I saw that prick attack you, I couldn’t control myself. I wanted to kill him but I couldn’t do that in front of you.”

“You could’ve stopped right after that. Why did you continue?” I ask.

He looks at me with those familiar loving eyes, “I wanted to be the one for you. The one to comfort you, to care for you, to love you.”

I fight the tears that threaten to come out as I start to speak, “When we first started dating, I had trouble accepting the fact that we were from different social classes. I always felt that I wasn’t good enough to be with you. I was prepared to be with you as a CEO. Knowing that you’re a mafia leader, scares me because that’s a whole different side of you that I have to introduce myself to and the first time was hard enough.”

“I understand that you’ve gone through a lot and I’ve loved you more and more because of how well you’ve endured it. I promise to inform you about everything so you’re never left out of the loop again. I will make you a part of my life.”

I can’t help but smile at how open and willing he is to keep me in his life, “As welcoming as that is… that’s a piece of your life that I can’t be a part of. I can’t live with the fear of something happening to you when we aren’t together. There’s only so much I can endure.” I say slowly sliding my hands out of his grasp.

“Y/N...” He calls my name through a harsh exhale.

“Goodbye Jongdae.”

Leaving him after seeing the pain on his face made it twice as hard. This was the hardest decision I’ve had to make.

I wait for the elevator when tears begin to roll down my cheeks. I didn’t want to say goodbye. To be honest, I’m more than willing to be with Jongdae even with the mafia world being a part of him. My only concerns are being in the way of his lifestyle. I would only make it difficult for him to work. It’s easier for him to not have someone like me holding him down.

Once the elevator doors open, I quickly wipe away the streams on my cheeks. When I look up, a man is exiting the elevator. He walks past me so fast I barely get a look at his face. Watching his back, he ends up entering Jongdae’s office.

I shrug it off. He might have another meeting to deal with as Chen. I enter the elevator and press the lobby floor button. Just as the doors are about to close, I hear a loud crash coming from Jongdae’s office. Instinct takes over when I stop the doors from closing and race towards where the noise had come from.

Entering the office, I find the mysterious man pressing Jongdae over his deck. His hands around his neck trying to strangle him. Hearing the pain he was in, I pounce on the man. I jump on the man’s back and try to pull him off Jongdae. To no avail, the man shoves me off him causing me to fall on the floor.

I get back to my feet to grab the desk lamp. I start swinging it at the man like a baseball bat. It didn’t do a lot but anger the man. He did end up releasing Jongdae to focus his attention on me. He snatches the lamp out of my hand and tosses it across the room. He ends up punching me so hard that it knocks me off my feet and has me in a daze.

I attempt to get to my feet but the man grabs a handful of my hair to pull me to my knees. I scream in pain as he starts dragging me across the room. He suddenly releases me. I look up to find that Jongdae tackled the man to the ground.

“Y/N!” He shouts for me over his shoulder, “Get out of here!”

He pulls out his gun from the back of his waistband but the man knocks it out of his hand while struggling for it causing it to slide under Jongdae’s desk.

Suddenly, the man manages to get on top of Jongdae. While fighting him off, the man reaches for something at his ankle. It’s not until he raises it up that I see that it’s a knife. He thrusts it straight down towards Jongdae’s chest but manages to grab ahold of the man’s wrists.

Seeing the struggle, I get to my feet to immediately jump on the man’s back to pull him off Jongdae. The man rises to his feet which is when he grabs my hair along with the nape of my neck to control where my body moves. He pulls me to face him then pushes me against Jongdae’s desk. The knife in his hand begins to point towards me.

Instinctively, I turn my back to brace myself for the knife impaling me. All of a sudden, I feel warmth envelop me. Looking over my shoulder is Jongdae. So close to me that I can hear the groan he was keeping in his throat. The man pulls the knife out of Jongdae’s side.

“Jongdae?”

He begins to collapse. Still holding me, the weight of his body takes me down to the floor with him. Again, he takes more of the hit of the ground as he continues to protect me. In my view of the ground, I stop the gun from under the desk. Stretching for my life, I barely manage to get my hands on it. The man pulls Jongdae away from me to finish the job. I’ve never fired a gun before but there’s no better time to learn. I turn onto my back to aim the gun at the man’s head and, with no hesitation, pull the trigger.

The man’s body collapses on the ground as I stay frozen from the fact that I just killed someone. My hand shakes, still holding the gun.

“Y/N!” Jongdae shakes my shoulders but I barely understand what he’s saying after that. “Y/N, look at me.” He takes the gun out my hand and pulls my face to look at his. “Are you hurt?”

When I hear the word hurt, I automatically look down at the stab wound that was drenched in blood. His face has gone pale along with sweat beading around his forehead.

“How can you be asking me that when you're bleeding out?” I say placing my hands over the wound to stop the bleeding.

He groans in pain as I press hard, “I’m fine, this isn’t new to me. As long as you’re okay...” He chuckles but his face loosens up as he collapses at my side.

“Jongdae!”

Within seconds, the familiar faces of Jongdae’s group came. They heard about the assassination attempt from a source and came as fast as they could. They took care of the body and took Jongdae to their private doctor. I had numerous opportunities to walk away since Jongdae was getting treatment and he was stable, but for some reason, I couldn’t leave. I love him too much to walk away from him in his time of need.

Once I was finally able to see him after getting patched up, I sat at his bedside. I honestly never thought I’d come back to his penthouse after everything. I hold his hand making sure to feel his warmth.

“You know,” I hear Junmyeon’s voice come from the doorway, “he’d understand if you weren’t here when he woke up. He’d respect your decision, no matter what it was.”

Not taking my eyes off Jongdae, I respond, “I know.”

As the day passes, I’m left alone with Jongdae as the rest of EXO are working hard to keep the business intact while Jongdae is recovering. I never leave his side, especially to go to bed. Instead, I lie in bed with him to keep him company. I want him to know that he’s not alone.

I lie on my side, looking at Jongdae’s profile. My head begins to get heavy as I lean on my hand, trying to keep myself awake.

I rest my eyes for a second when I begin to hear Jongdae’s voice, “I don’t recall ever having you pass out on me like this.”

Snapping my eyes open, Jongdae’s eyes are gazing down at me. I attempt to sit up but Jongdae places his palm on my shoulder to keep me lying down.

“Jongdae-”

He shushes me, “You looks exhausted. Just sleep.” He begins stroking my hair which lulls me to a long-needed slumber.

When I woke up he was asleep again. I started to believe that maybe I was dreaming about the whole thing until he wakes up again.

I finish switching out his sheets since the last ones had blood on them. As I’m raising the blanket up to his chest, he grabs a hold of my wrist.

I find his gaze on me again, “You shouldn’t be here. You should go home.” He whispers.

I smirk, “You should know you can’t get rid of me that easily.”

“Apparently I don’t. If I remember correctly, you were leaving me for good.” Even though he wasn’t exactly asking me, he wanted to know why I came back.

“That would’ve been the smart thing to do, in my case, and you know how intelligent of a woman I am, but the truth is I’m more of a fool than you think.” I take his hand away from my wrist and squeeze it tight.

Staring at me, he sighs, “You shouldn’t have seen any of that. You could’ve gotten hurt. You should’ve just kept walking.”

“How could I? Knowing that you were in trouble? You could’ve been killed. I couldn’t just walk away when you were in danger like that.”

He smirks, “It’s not my first close call. I can assure you it won’t be the last. I’d rather it not be a similar situation for you. You at least look unharmed from the attack.”

“Is that what you think?” Suddenly, the tears that I’d been holding back are coming to the surface. “However it may look, I am hurt. My heart hurt seeing you bleeding out in front of me. It also hurt to force myself to break up with you.”

His eyebrows go up, “What was that last part?”

I wipe the moisture from my chin, “You heard me. I wasn’t scared because you were a mafia leader. I was scared of holding you back even more. You’re in charge of everything. I’m just a regular girl living from paycheck to paycheck. Our lifestyles are completely different, even more than I thought before.”

Gripping my hand, he pulls me into the bed. His arms hold me against his body, “You’ve never held me back.” Kissing my temple, he adds, “Not once. To be honest, I’ve felt better with you by my side. Before you, I was beginning to lose interest in doing everything. When you came into the picture, everything had more meaning knowing that I would see you at the end of the day. The things I do makes a difference for the city.”

“This might sound crazy but I don’t care what you do anymore. Everything that I wanted to do to stay away from you just hurt my heart too much. When I realized someone was trying to kill you, I couldn’t idly stand by and let it happen.”

“If you truly can’t stay away from me, then don’t go anywhere. I’ll take care of you. You’ll never have to worry about anything else as long as you’re with me. Move-in and stay with me.” Each time he finished a sentence, his hold on me grew tighter and I knew that he means every word.

I return his gesture by hugging him just as tight, “I should’ve known something was up with you. You were too perfect.”

Thinking back that day, I knew that things would change. I never thought about if it were gonna be for the better or not but I wanted it to come. It was like eating junk food, you know it’s not necessarily good for you but you couldn’t help to have some of it.

“Mrs. Kim?” I turn to face the familiar voice of Jongdae’s right-hand man.

I smirk at him, “Suho, how many times have I told you to just call me Y/N?”

He nods, “About a million times since you got married but if I were to get used to it then Chen would get jealous about it.”

I shrug, not wanting to push it again. “Fine, what is it?”

“Your 4:00 meeting is here.” He informs me.

“Ah please tell me there’s good news this time so I can at least go in with a smile on my face.” I raise my eyebrows to verify it but to my disappointment, he sighs, averting my gaze.

I clear my throat to hide the irritability I was beginning to feel, “Is Jongdae joining us?” I ask.

He points over his shoulder to respond, “He’s waiting for you.”

I rub my hands together before walking past him to exit the room, “Let’s get our hands dirty today then.”

After marrying Jongdae, it didn’t take long for me to start my own empire of business. It didn’t take long for me to understand how the underground worked. Jongdae taught me everything and I was quick to pick up a few things on my own.

Every now and again, I think about how I’ve come to this position. Is situations like this, you would ask yourself if given a do-over would I have made the same choice. The answer is easy. I was going nowhere in my life before Jongdae. If we hadn’t fallen for each other, I’d still be struggling to get by on my own. The truth is, in this world, to survive, you either adapt or perish.

I chose to adapt.

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i-run-with-a-wolfpack · 4 years

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I Can't Help But Wait

Embry/OC, mature rating

4 - Tying the Knot (part 1 of 2)

Embry's POV -

"Where are you going?" I whispered, my throat raspy from just waking up.

I opened one eye when I felt Nicolle wriggling in my arms. "Go back to sleep," she laughed and lifted my arm off of her. "I have to open the store today."

"Five more minutes," I groaned as my hands snaked around her waist and dragged her body back to mine. "Please?"

Nicolle sighed deeply. "You do this every morning."

I shifted my body on top of hers, nestling between her thighs and pushing her t-shirt up to kiss her stomach. "It's because you're always trying to leave me."

"I have to work," she breathed as she buried her fingers in my hair and pulled me up to her eye level.

"Call off. We can spend the day together," I begged shamelessly. "I need you."

I kissed the tip of her chin when she arched her back and her head pressed into the pillow. "Not today," she whimpered.

I pushed my hips forward, shoving my rock-hard morning wood between her legs. I woke up needy and wanting her badly… pretty much like every morning for the last six months.

Too bad we were both dressed and this morning was like every morning since that night on the couch. She said no. Her face said it all. She still wasn't ready. I was tired of that look, tired of her not trusting me. I didn't know why we hadn't had sex yet. She moved in with me months ago and it didn't make a difference.

The answer was always no.

Even when I kissed her neck in that special spot she liked, the answer was no. Even when we both were completely naked and I was hovering outside her wet warmth, the answer was no.

We had both become pretty skilled in getting each other off every other single way, but I had never been inside her and it was killing me.

"I could," she offered as she slipped her hand inside my boxer briefs.

I pulled her wrist before she could grip me, clenching my jaw out of pure frustration. I rolled off of her and stared up at the ceiling. "You should get ready. You don't want to be late for work," I sighed, never making eye contact.

"Embry," she whined as she rolled onto her side to face me, "you know I love you, right?"

I sucked in a deep breath and pressed a kiss to her forehead before climbing out of bed. "I should get up too. Paul needs me early today," I told her before padding off to the bathroom and taking a cold shower.

As I was finishing my shower, Nicolle came in to brush her teeth. I yanked a towel off the rack and began drying my body. The fact that she never took her eyes off of me, didn't go unnoticed. Attraction wasn't the issue. I removed the towel from my head to find her openly staring at my body. Most days I would have made a smartass comment and tried to get her back into bed, but today I just didn't have the heart.

I was starting to lose hope that she would ever want me the way I wanted her.

I left Nicolle standing there as I stomped to my dresser and found some clothes for the day. I pulled on some boxer briefs and a pair of work jeans before sitting on the edge of my bed with a pair of socks in my hand. I felt the bed dip ever so slightly as Nicolle sat next to me. "Are you mad?" she whispered as her fingers shifted through my still damp hair.

"Of course not," I huffed. I snatched a t-shirt from the closet and set off for the kitchen.

Truth was, I was mad. I wanted more. It had been nearly a year since I walked into that bookstore and my whole life got turned upside down. I had done everything in my power to show Nicolle my love for her. We were compatible in every way.

Except for sex.

"Do you want coffee?" she asked when she found me packing my lunch.

"I don't care."

Once my food was packed securely in the cooler I take to work, I began toasting some bread. My shoulders were tense as I stood at the counter waiting.

"Here."

I looked over to find a full thermos of coffee sitting beside my lunch box. I watched as she poured her own cup into a travel mug and added her favorite creamer. "Ready?"

I nodded as I buttered the toast and handed her half before making our way out to our Jeep.

"What are we doing this weekend?" she asked happily.

A sense of dread took over as I remembered exactly where I was supposed to be this weekend. "Well...I'm supposed to go to this thing, but...we could skip it."

"A thing?" Nicolle laughed as she finished her toast and sipped her coffee. "Could you be more specific?"

I ran a hand through my hair and shrugged my shoulders. "It's a wedding...on Saturday."

Nicolle gasped. "Really? Oh that sounds so fun! Don't you wanna go?"

"You want to?" I replied skeptically. I had been avoiding asking her for quite some time. And although I know most girls loved weddings, somehow I didn't think she would want to attend this particular one.

"I'd love to," Nicolle gushed, going on to recall the last wedding she had been to. "Is it a pack member?"

"Yeah...it's Brady."

"Oh."

"But like a I said, we could skip it," I offered weekly.

"You mean, I could skip it and you could go alone?"

I reached for her hand and held it in mine. "No...I mean if you don't want to go then neither of us will."

Nicolle glanced down at our intertwined fingers and sighed. "Why do I always get the feeling you don't want me around your friends?"

I pulled up to the bookstore and put my Jeep in park. "That isn't true. Those guys get rowdy when we are all together. And it will be worse since they're drinking. I just wanted to spare you."

"Okay," she replied quietly. "I better go."

I pulled on her hand and waited for her to make eye contact. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being an ass this morning and not asking you to go to this wedding. Will you go with me? We can dance and you can meet some more of my friends."

She shrugged and turned away from me, but I never let her hand go. "Please, honey. Let me make it up to you."

When I leaned over and pressed kisses to her neck, she finally relented. "Fine. But you're not leaving me much time to get a dress."

"Go today," I suggested, slipping my debit card into her purse and smiling brightly at her. "Call Kim or Emily and go after work."

Her face brightened a little and she kissed me goodbye. I watched her open the store and throw a little kiss to me before I drove off.

When I arrived at Brady's, the rest of the crew was already there and Paul didn't waste any time giving me shit for being late. I tuned him out as I got busy with my portion of the landscaping task. The house turned out amazing and with these extra touches, it would be perfect for Saturday.

But their lawn was the least of my worries. As I watched Brady's fiancée flutter about the backyard, ironing out more last minute details, I wondered if inviting Nicolle to this wedding was really the best idea.

Nicolle's POV -

"So what are you really afraid of?"

I sighed as I sifted through another rack of dresses in the third store we had been in. "Who said I was afraid?"

Kim sighed and slammed her hand onto her jutted hip. "Who are you fooling? I know you. You're scared of...something, but I don't know what."

I continued to browse as she continued to scold me. "Embry is perfect. He loves you. You guys are living together. He's been so patient with you. So what's the problem?"

I sighed again as we made our way back out to the sidewalk and onto another dress shop. We had been looking for an hour with no success. I was beginning to lose hope completely. "The problem is me," I whispered. "I just...don't want him to be disappointed."

Kim laughed. "I'm pretty sure you could just lay there and he would be thrilled." I looked up to see her wiggling her eyebrows and I couldn't help but laugh at her.

"Come on! Guys expect things and he's not a virgin."

"He's not?" Kim scoffed dramatically. "I can't believe it!"

"Shut up!" I scowled, playfully beating her with a hanger. "There is just a lot of expectation there. What if I'm terrible? What if I can't...you know...get him off?" I whispered.

"Girl, please," she groaned. "You already said you guys have been messing around for months. Has he ever complained about what you've done so far?"

"No...but…"

"No buts," Kim insisted as we wandered over to the lingerie section. "You know that boy is butt crazy in love with you, you're sexy as hell, you're only lacking confidence."

I raised my gaze to find her holding up a sexy teddy with garters and stockings. I shot her a look but she only shoved it at me more insistently. I lifted the panty to find the center part was open. "What the…"

"Their crotchless," she retorted happily. "You like it?"

"Ummm... maybe in another color?" I smiled weakly.

…

The next few days went by quickly. After my talks with Kim during our shopping trip, I made up my mind that after the wedding, I would stop being afraid and give myself to Embry. Just the thought of it had me so nervous and excited. I tried not to worry about his expectations and just concentrated on being happy with the man I was made for.

When we arrived at the wedding, I noticed how jittery Embry was. I hoped it wasn't because I was finally going to meet all his friends. Or that he was embarrassed of me for some reason. I hooked my arm around his bicep as he guided me to the backyard and I took in all the beautiful decor. "This is so pretty," I gushed. I loved all the twinkling fairy lights, pale pink roses, and all the tiny details.

"You guys made it!" Seth exclaimed as he wrapped me in a huge hug. I had only met him twice before but his bubbly attitude was infectious. He released me and gave Embry a handshake/bro hug that had me giggling. "I really thought you wouldn't come, since…"

"Yeah, I decided to bring my girl out and meet the rest of the pack," Embry interrupted before Seth could finish his thought.

I saw the pair exchanging glances before soft music began to play and Seth excused himself. "He's one of the groomsmen," Embry explained as we found our seats.

"How come you're not in the wedding?" I asked quietly as the procession began.

Embry shrugged, distractedly glancing around. "Me and Brady aren't that close. He's got Collin and Seth standing up with him. That's all he needs."

Embry's reasoning made sense, but it still bothered me how nervous he was acting. My mind wandered off thinking what could be bothering him. I didn't want to ask or start an argument, especially today of all days. It's not like Embry knew what I had planned for later or what I was wearing under my new dress.

"You look really beautiful, Nicolle."

I was fiddling with my hands in my lap when Embry wrapped an arm around me, his other hand covering mine and intertwining our fingers. "That dress is really something."

I leaned over to whisper into his ear, "I can't wait for you to take it off later."

I cupped my hand around his jaw and held his gaze. "No more waiting. I'm ready, Embry."

His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat a few times and I think he forgot to breathe. He pulled me close and buried his nose in my hair. "Do you mean it?"

I nodded and pressed a kiss under his ear. "Later. I promise. But you have to dance with me, okay?"

Embry gave me one more squeeze before he released me and we stood to watch the bride come down the aisle. I held Embry's arm tightly, feeling so elated that I thought I might drift away.

The service was beautiful. They had a wonderful mix of traditional as well as Quilete customs. I loved weddings and this one was especially romantic. Secretly I couldn't wait to be swaying in Embry's arms later under the twinkle lights.

"So do you, Brady Fuller, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife…"

I smiled up at Embry, seeing the tenseness in his jaw and his laser focus. Suddenly I was back to wondering what had him so on edge.

"And do you, Casey Waters, take this man…"

My stomach twisted at the mention of her name. That name I had seen on the medicine bottle in Embry's bathroom six months ago. The name his packmates were so careful not to mention in my presence. The name of the woman who's shadow I had been living in for months.

Embry turned to look at me, his expression full of remorse. When he reached for my face, I twisted away from him and rushed away, luckily not making too much of a scene because we were seated at the end of the aisle and the wedding party processing back down the aisle had everyone's attention.

I blinked back tears as I rushed to the reception area in search of a drink. "Can I get you something to drink?" the guy behind the bar inquired. "White wine?"

"That sounds amazing," I grumbled as he began to pour.

"You okay?"

I took my wine and stumbled away from my prying cousin. "Go away, Kim. I'm in no mood to talk."

"He should have told you," she sighed as we sat around a large fire pit.

I stared at the flames as she continued to talk to me, finally giving up and wandering back to her boyfriend. I stood up to get a refill on my wine, but stopped when I caught a sight that made my stomach turn.

"You know they're just friends now, right?"

I looked over to find the groom himself standing next to me. He had his eyes trained on his new bride and my boyfriend. "I don't really know anything, Brady. I didn't know you were getting married until a few days ago. I didn't know you were with...her. I was completely blindsided."

"Well, I know we haven't met before, but I know lots about you, Nicolle."

"You do?"

He turned to face me as I looked up at him. He smiled brightly as he held his hand out. "I'm Brady. It's nice to meet you, Nicolle."

I laughed as I shook his hand. "I don't mean to be rude, but…" I paused as I glanced over at Embry and saw him hugging Casey. "Doesn't that bother you?"

Brady released my hand and shook his head. "It did. But it doesn't anymore."

"Why not? What if they got back together?"

Brady chuckled lightly as he wrapped his arm loosely around my shoulder. "They won't."

"How can you be so sure?"

He leaned a little closer and sighed. "Because he loves you."

….

"I was hoping we would get a chance to talk."

I looked over my shoulder and saw Casey gazing out at the dance floor. All the guys had a beer in their hands and were singing, "Sexy and I Know It." She stepped up next to me and I couldn't help but be jealous of her dark hair and flawless skin.

"Congratulations. I met Brady. He's really nice."

The wide smile on her face when I mentioned Brady was unmistakable. "Embry is a good guy, too. Are you guys arguing?"

I shrugged and suddenly felt ashamed that I had been keeping my distance from him all night. And I wasn't sure I wanted her to know why I was mad. "He just kept some things from me. But we'll work it out."

She nodded and looked around. "This will be you and Embry soon. Has he asked you to marry him yet?"

I blinked back a few tears and shook my head. "We're not...really there yet. Maybe someday."

"I'm glad he has you."

"You are?" I scoffed. "Why?"

"Embry felt really guilty when we broke up. I didn't handle it as well as I could. I always knew what I had with him was temporary, but when he imprinted on you, I thought my world was coming to an end."

I faced her now, suddenly feeling guilty for the pain they both went through just so Embry and I could be together. "But you found Brady."

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vspideycaptain · 5 years

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Meeting Tom

Reader x Tom Holland (Feat. RDJ, Zendaya, and Jacob Batalon)

A/N: This story lives within ‘The Real War’ series I have written. This is one of three Tom centered Prologue entries. You’re the newest addition to the Gaurdians cast and as a MCU actor you obviously have to meet RDJ and through meeting him he decides you have to meet the other younger actors in the MCU circle so he sets up this lunch to do exactly that. Its surprisingly easy, except between you and Tom Holland….

This was not written well. I found it hard to communicate the scene I was picturing in my head so I’m sorry and I hope you enjoy it anyway.

Warnings: Fluff and mini angst maybe? WORD COUNT: 2347

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I had met Robert Downy for lunch the day before I started shooting for Guardians of The Galaxy vol. 3. It had been the second time since I got the part that he wanted to meet with me as a from of welcome into the family and this time was already feeling much different than the last. The first time I met him it was at an office on Marvel property and this time he asked me to meet him at a burger bar in the center of LA. I had just moved to Los Angeles and I was quickly realizing that I had packed for much cooler weather than what the city had to offer (I kind of thought the idea of LA always being hot was an exaggeration but I was wrong,) So I strolled up to the boujee casual restaurant in the only warm weather option I had: My green and white tee shirt dress with matching stan smith sneakers.

I half expected Robert to be waiting for me at the door as I was clearly susceptible to getting lost so when I entered the restaurant and I don’t spot him in the hostess section I start to question if I went to the right place. Just as I go to reach for my phone to call him I hear him shout for me from the other side of the bar. When I spot him I also realize who he is with: Zendaya, Jacob Batalon, and Tom Holland…. Now Robert left the detail about other people joining us out of his invitation but even after knowing him for a short period of time it wasn’t much of surprise to me. He did mention that I should friend the “youngins’” as he called them.

Robert meets me halfway and brings me into a round of air kisses and a hug before guiding me over to the group. Zendaya gets up and comes in for a hug first, “So nice to meet you! I’m Zendaya but Zen or Z is fine too.” She gushed to me. She was even more stunning and charmingly awkward than I had ever imagined. Then Jacob met me with a handshake and a kind smile as Robert took the reigns in introducing us, “Jacob this is (Y/N), (Y/N) this is Jacob. And finally this is Tom..” Jacob cleared the way for Tom to step forward and as we both went in for air kisses we somehow picked to go the same side and for a split second our lips pecked before we drastically aborted. “Oh my gosh I-I’m so sorry! I Didn’t- I didn’t mean to do-“ Tom started to panic as the rest of the group all just froze watching the awkward unfold. I put my hands up to calm him down, “It’s okay! I went the wrong way too! It’s okay” I was just word vomiting back to him before we were rescued from the others. “Way to go, Tom.” Jacob laughed and Zendaya chimed in, “Real smooth.” The both teased him and Robert wasn’t far behind them, “That’s one way to break the ice I guess…” He said and gestured me to take the empty seat between him and Zendaya at the booth.

In any other instance something like that would have thrown me into a panic attack but there was something about this group of people that made me feel comfortable and at ease. At least on the outside. On the inside I was definitely shouting expletives and praying to God I wasn’t blushing. I turned my attention to the menu as I tried to shake off the awkward interaction that just happened. I couldn’t believe Tom Holland, spider-man, just kissed me…. And by accident.

“So (Y/N), when do you start shooting?” Jacob asked and snapped me back into reality. I put down my menu and picked up the conversation with a new state of coolness than five minutes prior, “Tomorrow, actually!” From the corner of my I see Robert nodding as this was information he already knew. “Oh wow! How are you feeling? Excited?” Zendaya leaned in fully invested in the moment. I took a breath in to respond but once again RDJ jumped in, “She’s nervous” He exposed and I turned to him mouth agape and he instantly realized his mistake, “Dude! Don’t make me sound uncool!” I pestered him and the whole group laughed. “What are you nervous about?” Tom finally speaking, clearly having calmed down from our misstep. I looked at him directly catching his deep brown eyes. Who could lie to those eyes? So I let my guard down, “Well this is my first big thing, you know? My first movie, even!” I confessed and then watched the three of respond in shock.

“The first movie you landed is this one? Not even like indie projects or anything?” Jacob questioned. I nodded, “This is the first movie I even auditioned for. Before this I was strictly stage acting.” I informed him and Zendaya reached for my arm, “Damn. You must be good!” She complimented and again I saw Robert nodding out of the corner of my eye. He was part of my auditioning and hiring process so it was because of him that I even got the job. “Yeah,” I continued, “So I kind of have this pressure of the unknown and I really don’t want to let anyone down.” Tom had a big reaction to this, “(Y/N) don’t worry, darling. We’ve all been there and yeah its intimidating but the people who work on these movies are so helpful and welcoming. And you’re clearly well matched to the ‘big leagues’ you’ll being starring with to get the gig so you’ll fit right in.” When he finished speaking he smiled at me in such a way that I couldn’t help but return it. “Thanks. That means a lot.” I said sheepishly right before the waitress came over to take our order.

Moments later Robert excused himself for the bathroom and told us that it was our moment to talk about “young” things. The second I turned away I addressed the group, “Why does he act like he’s 80 years old?” I asked and Jacob cackled, “I don’t know. If he’s 80, he’s the chillest 80 year old I’ve ever met.”

“He does have a point though,” Zendaya starts, “Now that he’s gone this is my chance to ask…. What’s your star sign?” I laughed and looked at the guys across the table who both rolled their eyes but still seemed interested in my answer. “Guess.” I dared her and she sat back and got a good look at me. “Hmmm” she analyzed. All this staring and attention made me pretty self-conscious so I fussed with my hair and darted my eyes again to Tom who as soon as I caught his eyes darted his away. Before I could question his actions Zendaya announced, “(Y/Z/S)!”

“Wow… You’re good!” I told her. “I was right?” she clapped her hands together then brushed her shoulders, “I am good”

The rest of the lunch was pretty normal and as time progressed got less formal. I really felt like I was becoming friends with all of them and what happened as we all got up to leave only confirmed that. “Hey (Y/N) are you doing anything right now? Tom, Z and I were gonna head back to my house and go swimming if you want to join?” Jacob asked me and I immediately deflected. I didn’t want them to invite me out of pity. As much as I had a good time I still had a hard time thinking they all actually thought I was cool. “I have two suits, you can borrow one! If that’s what’s holding you up” Zendaya offered and I shifted uncomfortably. That was one of the reasons…. But it wasn’t until Tom pitched in that I became fully onboard, “You have to come (Y/N). I’m not done hanging out with you yet.” He said with dare in his voice and he sent another charming smile my way and with t hat I was in.

We bid Robert goodbye as he had other meetings to attend the rest of the day before piling into Zendaya’s car. Jacob called shotgun leaving Tom and I to sit in the back together and because of all of Zendaya’s bags and miscilanious objects in her back seat we had to squish together with me sitting on the middle seat. “Are you sure you don’t want to switch?” Tom offered kindly but I waved it off, “I’ve been small my whole life. I’m used to the middle seat.” I said back before the car was flooded with the sound of 00s bangers. The whole way to Jacobs the four of us jammed out classics like “Teenage Dirtbag” by Weatus, “Disturbia” by Rhianna, and “Girlfriend” by Avril Lavigne.

As soon as we arrived at Jacob’s place Zendaya and Tom made themselves at home while I pretended to settle in just as naturally. Zendaya lead me to one of his bathrooms and held out the two suits she brought for me to choose from. “Pick either one. I honestly couldn’t decide this morning and packed both so you’d actually be helping me out by making my decision for me.” She said and passed me the two suits. One was a pink blue and white paint splattered high necked two piece with spaghetti strings to tie it on and the other was a classic triangle bikini with blue and white stripes and a ruffle trim on the bottoms. I chose the latter as it looked like it would fit me better and be more comfortable in.

I let Zendaya change first and as soon as she was done she had a phone call she excused herself for and she left me alone to take over the bathroom and change. I was amazed as I slipped the suit on how myself and Zendaya were the same size and I was even more impressed with how amazing the suit looked on. The one problem was that I couldn’t seem to get the hang of tying on the strings so I did what any girl has ever done in this situation and sought out for female help. However when I peeked my head out of the bathroom Zendaya was nowhere to be found. Instead I was met with a spaced-out Tom waiting for his chance to change. If I had gone unnoticed I would have just quietly shut the door again and tried my luck with the suit myself but unfortunately for me Tom picked his head up toward me as soon as the door clicked open causing me to panic a little inside as I held the top of my suit to my body.

“Oh, hi!” Tom said as he stood up from the arm of the couch he was sitting on. Very nervous and very conscious of my newly exposed body I kept the majority of my body still tucked behind the door as I asked, “Hey. Is Zendaya around?” I asked him and I could tell he sensed my uncomfortableness. “She’s on the phone in the other room. Everything alright?” He asked and I took a moment to ask myself if I should just be honest with him and ask him for assistance instead. I went with it, “Uh- yeah… Actually I just can’t tie the back of my bathing suit… Do you mind?” I asked him and gestured for him to come over. “Um sure…” He responded sheepishly and walked over as I turned my back to him. I stiffened up as I held my boobs in place and felt his fingers brush against my skin. We stood in silence as he fiddled around with the straps of my suit to tie it. He cleared his throat to alert me that he was finished.

I turned around to him and instantly realized how close we were standing. “Thanks…” I said shyly and tried to not reveal the blushing feelings I was feeling inside. Tom’s eyes were looking into mine with a twinkle I had not yet seen. “No problem.” He smirked. The space between us was slight but thick with tension as we looked into each other’s eyes. It was awkward yet comfortable in the moment. I couldn’t help but giggle, “Oh! You need the bathroom don’t you!” I said completely embarrassed for hogging the bathroom.

I whipped around to grab my neatly folded clothing from the counter. In the swift motion of switching places with Tom, I felt something from my arms drop to the floor but before I could reach down to grab it Tom picked it up for me. All at the same time, Zendaya was returning from the other room, “What is taking you two so long!-“ She started and then stopped in her tracks realizing the situation. Myself and Tom standing incredibly close and my thong in the hands of Tom Holland. We both looked at Zendaya and noticing her confused expression and causing us to look back to each other. The instant I realized what Tom had I swiped it out of his hands and tucked it under my dress. “Shit. Sorry!” I said in a forceful whisper and watched as Tom’s cheeks turned rosy. “Sorry” was all he could let out as well before locking himself in the bathroom.

With the click of the door my attention snapped back to Zendaya who was holding back her laughter and guiding me outside to the pool. “What the hell is going on between you two?” She bantered and Jacob overheard, “Oh are we talking about Tom’s crush on (Y/N)?” We both gasped and Jacob instantly tried to backtrack, “No no… Why would you be talking about that? Tom didn’t say anything to me! Monica just broke up with him. He’s not thinking about that right now? What? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” As he rambled I buried my face in my hands as Zendaya tried to shush him. Seconds later Tom joined us and we all pretended like nothing awkward happened and went on with the rest of our day.

*This story has ties to ‘The Real War’ fic. If interested see Masterlist*

#reader x tom holland #reader x tom holland x chris evans #reader x chris evans #tom holland #tom holland fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #mcu #prologue #marvel #reader x spiderman #spiderman #reader x peter parker #peter parker #avengers #avengers fanfiction #the real war

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marshmallow--3 · 6 years

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Imagine - celebrating Mothering Sunday with Emmett and Jacob Frye.

TW: pregnancy, children, marriage

A few things I want to apologise for in advance:

If you feel there's gender roles here of a female nurturer & a male breadwinner. That's not my intention, the Reader does everything with her child because she wants to, not because she's expected to. And Jacob does do his share, it's just not shown in this particular story. He goes away during the day because y'know he's a gang leader and he has a city to check up on, so that's why it has that "Father is going to work and coming home when dinner is ready" feel. Again, no negative intentions.

If the mention of children and pregnancy upsets you in any way, or if it suggests that all the Reader exists for is making Jacob's babies, or that life only has meaning if you have children. I promise that's not the intention, but it's a Mother's Day piece, so she kind of has to be a mother.

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"Now, lad, what do we say when we open that door?"

Jacob smooths down the creases in his son's shirt, crouched to the four-year-old's height as he preens his appearance.

"We say, um we say, 'Happy Birfday!'"

"No, Emmett. We say 'Happy Mothering Sunday.'"

The child blinks, bamboozled. He eyes up the breakfast and flowers that are typically reserved for his mother's birthday.

"Happy Birfday," he maintains.

Jacob sighs. Having been at it for the past twenty minutes, he surrenders with a chuckle and a pinch at his son's ruddy cheek. Passing Emmett the bouquet of flowers, definitely not trusting the child with a tray full of fine China; barely trusting himself with it, if he's honest, he knocks on the bedroom door and nudges it open, retrieving the tray of food and following Emmett close behind.

"Happy Birfday, Mummy!"

You stretch in bed with a yawn, just managing to shuffle into an upright position as you cradle the bump at your stomach. You raise your eyebrow at your husband quizzically, whose expression simply reads don't ask, I tried.

Emmett crawls onto the bed and passes you the beautiful bouquet of yellow tulips; you smile sincerely as they're your firm favourite, not just for their bold colour or exquisite honey smell, but for their meaning too - there's sunshine in your smile. It was the first thing Jacob noticed about you when you two first met, and he never fails to bring it up whenever possible.

You gush your thanks, taking the flowers from your son and resting them in one arm as your other is instantly tackled with cuddles. He kisses your cheek once then presses his cheek against your bump, greeting his unborn sibling.

"Happy 'Birthday', I suppose, love," Jacob chuckles, approaching you with breakfast.

The salty smell of poached kippers tantalises your nostrils, making you inwardly urge your partner to cross the room quicker so you can tuck in. Accompanying the fish is a few slices of buttered bread and a shiny apple, a mug of fruit juice at the side, none of which particularly appeal to your queer tastebuds now you're with child. But you're thankful Jacob supposed as much, as there's a mountain of fish compared to the few slices of bread.

In the early hours of the afternoon, Jacob kisses you both on the cheek and leaves for duty. Usually it's without a timeframe of when he'd be back, but he promises to be back around dinner time.

Emmett crawls onto your lap and curls around your bump, getting comfortable for the story he picked out for you to read, The Princess and the Goblin. You had began reading it to him a few nights ago, and are approaching the end of the book. One scene is admittedly terrifying, and the way he drapes his arm around your bump and buries his face in your side has you questioning if he'd like you to stop.

Shaking his head, he declares, "I'm not frightened, Mummy. But the baby might be."

Chuckling, you pat your hand over his, realising his action was one of protection as opposed to fear.

Upon reading the final word, you close the book with a deep breath and glance down at your son to gauge his response. His face is swimming with emotion, opening his mouth and closing it soon after, rendered speechless by the ending of the story.

You gently press him closer, rocking him in your arms as you ask him what he'd like to do next.

"Another!"

"Another? What would you like to read next?"

His face scrunches up in contemplation, before answering, "Your book."

"My-- oh."

You don't know how he found out about that.

For the past few months, you've been working on a picture book to gift to him on his fifth birthday, the age his Assassin education would formally begin. Colluding with Henry Green, a good friend, in-law and uncle to your offspring, you whittled the history of the Brotherhood down to the basic facts so that it might be comprehended by a child. Your skills as an artist helped make it even more accessible, decorating the pages with watercolour paintings of famous figures and eagles, one of the symbols of the Assassins.

Emmett waits patiently for your answer. Realising there's no point in hiding it since he already knows about it, and reasoning he's almost five years old anyway, you agree and fish it out from its hiding spot in a nearby bookshelf.

Returning to your previous position, you open the book and begin reading a page about an Italian brother, "Ezio Auditore."

"Essio?"

"Ezio, darling."

"So that's Essio," his finger points lightly at the sketch of the hooded man with olive skin, skimming across the page to another drawing of his beret-sporting friend.

"Who's that?"

"That's Leonardo da Vinci."

He whoas and absorbs the information you relay to him, his eyes as wide as saucers. He sits in silence for a while as you read, before fidgeting in your lap and looking up at you.

"Mummy?" You hum in response, turning the page to a hidden blade. "Can I be like Daddy some day?"

You pause, mulling over the best way to word it. It's a topic that has cropped up often between you and Jacob, and you eventually came to an agreement that it will ultimately be Emmett's choice once he's old enough to make such a huge decision.

"You can be whatever you want to be, darling. If you want to do what Daddy does, then you can. But you must know that no one is forcing you."

He seems satisfied with your answer, staring into space with a pensive gleam in his eyes.

The final grains of sand trickle down the hourglass on the table next to you, indicating it's time to finish prepping dinner. Dismissing your son for play with a gentle nudge on his shoulder, you rise and busy yourself in the kitchen.

Having inherited your creativity, Emmett sets his eyes on fixing up his very own gauntlet, scrambling through his drawers for the right materials. Finding a wooden ruler, he measures it next to his forearm and grins, tying it to his arm with several socks. The end of the ruler just sticks out past his wrist, which he flexes, testing the security of the ties.

Scanning the room for his first target, his eyes land on a teddy bear propped up on his pillows.

"Prepare to die, Teddy!"

Stone-faced, he charges at the stuffed toy and pokes its squishy belly with the tip of his pseudo-blade, his composure soon breaking as he erupts into a fit of giggles.

Emmett continues for a time, leaping and pretending to eliminate his toys, until the familiar clip-clop of hoofs halt outside the house. Peering out of the window to catch sight of his father dismounting the horse-drawn carriage, he rejoices at his safe return, bounding down the stairs and waiting eagerly in the hall with his gauntleted arm behind his back.

Opening the door, Jacob beams at the welcoming party, carefully pulling him in for a hug. He feels something press against his stomach, the vibration of his son snickering before pulling away to flaunt his hidden blade.

"You're dead now!"

Jacob clutches his gut where he was poked, his jaw dropping as his eyes grow wide. Coughing melodramatically, he slumps on the floor and fakes groans of pain, exclaiming just how much agony he's in. Emmett stands over him, his childlike chortles contagious.

Jacob adopts a weak voice, spluttering, "You may have taken my life... But you will never have my dinner!"

"Daddy, no! Don't leave me alone with Mummy!"

"Charming!" You scoff playfully, having watched the scene unfold from the doorway. Both boys look up at you, your arms crossed and your eyebrows raised.

"Come along, now, children." You stress the final word while smiling sweetly at Jacob, a veritable child in disguise if ever you met one. "Dinner's nearly ready."

After a delicious beef dinner, admittedly not as exquisite as usual with the cook at home for the day, Emmett excuses himself, tugging on his father's sleeve and silently giving him a look which has him exiting the room with him. Glancing at his plate, you're surprised to see he's eaten all his vegetables, pondering what he's up to disappearing so abruptly. Your brooding is cut short when he reappears, carrying a sponge cake in his steady hands.

You're lost for words, suspiciously eyeing up Jacob as he lays dessert plates down on the table with a cake server, helping your son lift the cake onto the table too.

"Did Daddy make this with you?"

Emmett bursts out laughing, perhaps aware even at his young age of how preposterous that idea is. Jacob pouts, feeling somewhat picked on.

"No, Auntie and Uncle helped me."

You tilt your head, absorbing the details of the cake and smiling at the indulgently sweet smell of vanilla and jam filling your nostrils with every inhale. Though you originally found yourself craving nothing but salt since you first came to learn of your expectancy, your stomach has seemingly just changed teams, growling and demanding all the sugar it can get. Powdered sugar has been sieved over the top of the cake, most likely through a stencil as the crystals form the shape of flowers in a ring.

You make a mental note to thank your dear in-laws later, quite eager for now to tuck in and sate your sugar-hungry stomach.

The staff return a few hours later, a fresh glow noticeable in their cheeks. Clearly the day off has done them the world of good, though they're quite eager to return to their work. Your maid even offers to bathe Emmett and let you relax for the evening, but you politely decline her offer, happy to oversee his bedtime routine yourself.

After fighting with him over the removal of his gauntlet, he's soon bathed, dressed and tucked in to bed. You sit at his side, stroking his hair and singing him to sleep, pressing your lips against his forehead upon hearing the pace of his breathing change. Rising, you linger at the doorway, thankful for such a good and sweet child. He's out like a light, letting you close the door behind you and turn to face your husband.

Jacob smiles and holds his arms out, wrapping them around you once you've closed the gap, resting your cheek on his shoulder. He enjoys the peace of holding you for a few beats before breaking the silence, telling you to meet him in the bedroom for his gift.

"More gifts? Jacob, darling, you've spoiled me enough for one day."

He falls silent.

You lift your head to face him, noting his dark eyes and seductive expression.

"Oh..." You mumble, blushing from the naïvety of missing his euphemism. "That kind of present."

He winks now that you've caught on.

"Yep," he whispers against your ear, his whiskers scratching the side of your cheek. His voice is low and purring, "That kind of present."

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jennifersylvesters · 6 years

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ring ring ( part one )

Pairing: flower shop owner!Chris Evans x coffee shop manager!reader Word Count: ~3.2k A/N: an update after four months?? can you believe?? sorry for the wait on this! hopefully it doesn’t disappoint. thanks to fay for helping me edit this. feedback is always appreciated/loved aka it’d be real swell if you did

There was a certain rhythm in your life that you became used to. Certain sounds were easily recognizable as you became used to hearing them daily.

The gentle chimes indicated someone was either entering or exiting the shop. During busier hours, the chimes clanged violently with people bustling in and out.

The frantic beeping from the small timer reminded whoever was on “drip duty” to make a fresh batch of coffee.

These peculiar yet distinct sounds even helped you perfect shorter times when making drinks.

Three seconds of the hissing sound from the steam wand would shrill throughout the store before moving into a low rumble. You’d pour the milk into the cup before placing any necessary garnishes. Into the sink the used container would go, clunking as it fell. With a quick click of the lid snapping into place, you would call out the customer's name on the completed beverage. Warm water would quickly slosh through the barista cup and once clean, it was set aside, signaling you were finished with one order. And then it was onto the next one.

Sometimes these sounds blended together so effortlessly that you were unaware of how quickly time slipped away in the cafe.

When the morning rush dwindled down, you often took your lunch break. Before heading to the break room you always reminded the crew to tidy up, earning you eye rolls. Of course they would do so. They appreciated their dedicated leader too much than to let you down.

Silence lingered in the break room, often driving you crazy and forcing you to turn on the radio. While you ate, you ran through tasks you needed to complete. You’d scribble down everything swarming in your mind from the supply order that week to the notes you wanted to discuss with the owner. Lucky for you the monthly meeting with the big boss usually went fairly smooth seeing as he had complete faith in you.

When you finally finished creating tasks, your thoughts would roam to more pleasant and lighthearted topics. More often than not you wondered about what surprises your favorite day might bring.

Wednesday rolled around and you were mildly disappointed when Tommy swung open the door instead of Chris. Tommy was one of Chris’s workers who often did deliveries despite rarely delivering to you. That, of course, didn’t stop Tommy from frequenting the shop.

At this point you knew Tommy fairly well. He was a sweet kid with high energy, sometimes bouncing off the walls; the iced mochas you provided him never seemed necessary but who were you to deprive him of caffeine?

You greeted Tommy with a wave as you stepped from behind the counter. The bouquet in his arms was stunning, causing you to bite down on your lip; they were marigolds wrapped in brown wrapping paper with gold ribbon tying them altogether. You saw your name on the note written in gold ink and a small heart doodled at the end.

It made you wonder if your secret admirer had that good of handwriting or if he got someone else to write your name with such elaborate calligraphy. Either way, you couldn’t believe someone would gift you something as marvelous as this.

“Sorry to have your hopes dashed like that” Tom apologized, pulling you out of thoughts.

You turned your head up gazing at him questionably.

“Must’ve been expecting Chris, but you got me instead.”

“Oh, Tommy. That’s not true!” you replied, feeling guilt swell up. “I like when you drop by too! I think you’re great company! Really!”

He just smiled knowingly as he handed you the flowers. You took it into your arms cradling it delicately.

Gently tugging the note intertwined with the flowers, your face lit up seeing the words neatly sprawled on the paper.

Y/N,

Sometimes it's difficult choosing the right flowers. I want them to encapsulate your beauty yet I know that would never be possible. How could they ever compare to you? I hope these marigolds can express how much you light up my day.

-Your Secret Admirer

“These are lovely” you gushed. Tommy nodded his head watching your enamored state.

“He wanted to come, y’know.” Tommy mentioned as you reread the note, words always sweeter than the last. “He’s just, erm, tied up at the moment.”

You glanced up to see the young man fidgeting. He seemed slightly nervous, almost as if he said too much. Looking across the street, you saw Chris and his beau.

Scarlett’s hands were on her waist with a scowl upon her face while Chris’s brows pinched together. He tried taking her hand in his, but she yanked away. He squeezed his eyes shut, rubbing his temples. Despite being unable to hear the conversation, you could tell how she was shouting at him in the empty shop.

“It’s fine,” you managed out before turning away from the scene.

Something about the commotion you witnessed troubled you. Just the sight of Chris looking distressed made you wish there was something - anything - you could do to lift his spirits.

You hesitantly asked Tommy to wait a minute to which he nodded compliantly. As he drummed his fingers on the counter you made two cups of coffee, adding a sprinkle of vanilla and a dash of cinnamon. You slid the cups his way, announcing they were on the house.

“Thanks. He’ll appreciate it.” You ignored his latter comment and the scampish grin he wore walking out the door. He could think whatever he wanted about your feelings for the flower shop owner; it didn’t mean they were true. At least nothing you would ever admit out loud.

Work days had a defined rhythm, something you paced yourself to. Days off played differently with no distinctive beat. They left you with a desire to do something enjoyable outside rather than keeping yourself cooped up. Yet you often struggled to think of leisurely activities, asking friends for advice on what to do.

This week’s day off was no exception. You simply wandered around a recommended outdoor market, picking up a couple of items while conversing with friendly faces. By the time your evening rolled around, you settled on the plan of going to the movies.

Despite an invitation to go out to the bar with friends, tonight you wanted to relax and wind down; it would be a nice moment to simply breathe.

As you entered the multiplex’s lobby, you noticed a couple arguing near the napkin station. To your surprise, you recognized the pair as Scarlett and Chris.This felt like deja vu witnessing her lash out at him as he ran his hand through his hair frustratedly.

“Scarlett, please” he pleaded, taking her hand in his.

“Go watch the movie by yourself” she snapped as she yanked her hand away and stormed out of the theater.

As Chris stood there dejected, it nearly broke your heart. His slumped posture made him look so small and weak despite his tall stature. How someone could treat him so roughly was beyond your understanding.

“Hey, Y/N.” Shoot. You had been so lost in your thoughts that you hadn’t noticed his head turn and spot you nearby. You wanted to scurry off in hope he might believe he mistook you for the wrong person. But after seeing that terrible display, you weren’t sure you could muster that.

“Are you watching ‘Roman Holiday’ as well?” It made you wonder if Scarlett got upset because it wasn’t her first choice of film.

Still, you nodded your head at him, telling him how you planned on finding a good seat in the middle.

“Aw, c’mon. The middle? Where’s the fun in that?” he teased you. “You should sit with me.”

You knew it wasn’t a good plan. After all, you just watched him get into a fight with his girlfriend. But the way he looked at you - almost pleading for you to join his company - made you eventually agree to sit with him.

Despite the previous fight, he acted as if nothing happened between him and Scarlett. He walked in and scanned the auditorium before gesturing you to follow him. “The second to last row is the best option” he confirmed as he plopped down in the center of said row. You weren’t sure you agreed, but you took a seat to his right.

While waiting for the movie to begin, he apologized for not showing up on Wednesday to which you easily waved off. He informed you how his dog got sick and that he needed to attend to him. It made you wonder if this was an excuse to cover up the argument or if this was what set off the argument that day in the flower shop.

Still, you didn’t pry. You told yourself it wasn’t your business. If he could respect your privacy, you could extend the same courtesy. Instead, you switched subjects, talking about how earlier you spent time at the outdoor market he recommended you visit. He beamed as you told him how much you enjoyed the vendors there before proudly announcing that most of them were good friends of his.

As the lights dimmed, you realized that there were only four other people in the theater. Apparently no one wanted to pay to see a classic when they could watch it at home. But there was something more enjoyable about seeing it in a theatre with the huge screen; it was a completely different experience than your apartment’s small television.

Apparently Chris must’ve felt the say way as he leaned over and whispered “The movie theater’s really the only way to experience a classic, isn’t it?” You nodded, glad that someone understood your thoughts.

He asked if you wanted candy, holding out a bag of M&Ms for you to enjoy. You politely declined, stating that you bought Skittles. The two of you began to quietly argue about which candy was best only stopping when you became entranced by the film stars on the screen.

As the movie played, Chris repeatedly offered his popcorn to you. “It’s not like I can finish a whole tub by myself,” he insisted. You found yourself scooping up handfuls of popcorn as the movie progressed, leaning closer to him as he whispered fun facts about the movie.

By the time the credits rolled, you couldn’t believe how quickly the two hours flew by. You could’ve stayed longer if that meant you got to hang with Chris. He let out a low grunt as he stretched his arms up, inadvertently pulling his shirt up and exposing some skin. You turned away feeling shy by this view. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to have your nerves on end.

“That’s probably one of my favorite movies” he admitted as he stood up. As you both walked back to the lobby, you thanked him for his company. “Honestly, I should be the one thanking you” he replied flashing you a bright smile.

Why was it that he could get you so flustered with just a simple glance? You told yourself that he was off limits, yet your heart couldn’t help but beat faster for him.

He offered to walk you home and despite your initial protests, you were weak to his insistence. You were grateful for the good weather as the two of you walked side by side. Despite having longer legs, he took his time so that you never needed to catch up with his pace.

Normally silence bothered you, begging for something to fill the emptiness. Yet this moment being with Chris - arms gently swinging next to one another and just enjoy one another’s presence - was pleasant in a way that you couldn’t particularly define.

“Am I difficult?” he asked out of the blue. You paused, unsure of what to say. Where had that thought come from?

“No. I don’t think so. You’re really amazing” you assured him.

“Sometimes I feel-” he sighed, pausing as he attempted to construct his thoughts properly. “-It feels like I can’t do things right sometimes. Do y’know what I mean?”

Was this about Scarlett? His shop? Either way, this felt personal. You wondered if it was your place to even say anything. One look at his face and your heart ached at his visible frustration.

“I get it. But you’re not difficult, Chris. Maybe you’re going through something hard that I can’t understand, but I mean it. You’re not a difficult person. You’ve always been very nice to me, and I’m just...I guess I’m thankful for that.” You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks hearing those words slip out. It wasn’t a confession yet it felt oddly revealing.

Looking up at Chris, he seemed to be in higher spirits. With a lopsided grin on his face, he pulled you in for a hug, catching you by surprise. “Thanks” he murmured, holding you in his arms for longer than you expected. When he finally pulled away, all you could do was nod.

The rest of the walk was filled with Chris discussing his favorite movies with you. You couldn’t help but giggle as he proclaimed how much he loved Disney movies, admitting that he always cried at Mufasa dying. “I weep like a big ol’ baby! Just tears everywhere” he laughed, moving his hands around animatedly.

When you finally reached your apartment, he insisted you two should hang out again. It was a nice thought, something you wished could happen. Yet you knew it wouldn’t.

There was the factor of Scarlett being a part of his life. You highly doubted she would approve of him hanging out with you. In fact you could imagine the sharp glares she’d send your way, making your mornings even more difficult.

Not to mention the tiny detail that the more time you spent around Chris, the more you liked him. He wasn’t your secret admirer, yet his words constantly rung in your head. The minuscule facts that he told you stayed on your mind making you wish you could know him better. But he wasn’t yours to love or even dream about in a romantic way.

“Yeah, maybe” you shrugged, knowing that nothing would escalate. You wouldn’t let it.

“See you around, Y/N” he waved as you entered your complex. Despite repeating that you wouldn’t fall for Chris, you found yourself already looking forward to Wednesday.

Monday rolled around and you found yourself falling back into your normal routine once more. The repeated sounds comforted you as your workday flew by. As one of your workers went on their lunch, you found yourself reorganizing espresso bags until the chimes rang.

Peeking your head out of the stock room, you were surprised to see Anthony coming into the shop by himself. Normally he got coffee with Sebastian, but his upbeat presence was always welcomed.

“Hey, Anthony” you smiled, already grabbing a medium cup to get his usual dark roast. He grinned widely pulling out his wallet.

“You’re not even going to ask what I want?”

“Don’t tell me you plan on switching up on me now” you joked as you poured the coffee three fourths of the way. You ducked down to the fridge grabbing the whole milk and filling the rest of his order.

“Course not. But this sorta feels like you're trying to kick me out. You would kick this pretty face out just like that? ‘Cause that’s cold. I think I'm pretty good company to be done dirty like that.” You rolled your eyes at his joking nature.

“If you say so.” Ringing up his order, you slid the coffee his way as he handed you a couple bills insisting you keep the change. Tossing the change into your tip jar, you started back towards the stock room when you realized he still stood in front.

“Do you mind if I ask you something?” he asked nervously.

You nodded, curious what had him so serious and perplexed. “Go for it.”

“What are your thoughts on Sebastian?”

You paused trying to think of what to say. It wouldn’t be professional to talk about any of your customers in such an impolite manner, but how could one even explain the feelings you had towards Sebastian?

“I don’t mean to be intrusive” he apologized. “It’s just...Seb isn’t particularly mindful about how he’s perceived.”

“He’s” - you paused, selecting your words carefully - “very thoughtful in his own specific manner.”

This notion seemed to relieve Anthony, who took a deep breath before scratching his eyebrow. “Yes, that’s one way to view him.”

The door chimed and both of you turned spotting Sebastian at the front. Speak of the Devil. He paused, letting the door swing shut behind him. The bartender seemed confused by his friend’s presence, quirking his eyebrow up as he stared at Anthony. His friend just returned the glance with a tight lipped smile.

Despite this strange energy, you warmly welcomed Sebastian into the shop.

He approached the pair of you slowly, hands shoved in his pockets as his eyes flicked from you to his friend. There seemed to be a mental communication between the men as Anthony quickly dismissed himself, thanking you before giving a brief nod towards Sebastian.

“He wasn’t…” Seb started, watching his friend rush out the door. “He didn’t say anything inappropriate, did he?”

You shook your head as Seb seemed to be relieved at your response.

Grabbing a cup, you began working on a latte as Sebastian watched you with a puzzled expression. “Decaf latte with skim milk and two shots, one pack of raw sugar, and a sprinkle of cinnamon, right?” He blinked, taken back by your recital of his usual order. Normally you simply made his drink while he finished the rest of the minor details at the milk and sugar bar. Then again he never spoke much besides his order and a gruff thanks; so perhaps he had good reason to be surprised.

Watching your brisk movements, he blinked a couple times before he nodding his head. “You can always ask us to put the sugar and cinnamon in for you, y’know? We don’t mind.” Seb said nothing, only listening to the sound of the espresso machine whirring as you hummed to the song that bustled throughout the shop.

Placing the coffee in front of him, you held up a hand indicating for him to stop rummaging for his wallet. “Wait one sec. Just...Try it first.” There it was again; the hesitant glance he gave you made you laugh. The more he resisted, the more you wanted this man to trust and understand you. “I wanna know that I did it right,” you reassured him.

His brow creased almost unnerved at how lighthearted you were in this matter. Sebastian took a sip before nodding his head. “Good” he grunted, which caused you to beam. It wasn’t much, but you could deal with baby steps.

“Glad to know that I can do something right” you smiled as you watched him stare down at his drink.

He slid a ten dollar bill your way. As you opened up the register to make change, he was already close to breezing out the door. He paused before leaving, turning and looking at you. “You’re a lot more amazing than you give yourself credit for” he stated, leaving the words to linger in your mind while a pink tinge lingered on your face.

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m & u for the ask meme if you're still taking asks?

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

One I haven’t mentioned yet I don’t think - I’ve had a soulmate/reincarnation au sitting in my notes for a while now! Like, since the first time people did taakitz week, that long ago. I really want to get to it eventually bc it’s got some fun like, fake-not-dating stuff going on but again, so many other projects :V

U: Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

Haha an excuse to gush abt 3 more people :)

First off, @kravkalackin has good content. Very very good and wholesome content. I mean, I’m constantly ASTOUNDED by the sheer amount of fics weev manages to write at the same time, but also they’re such good fics!! Star crossed is one way of putting it is a big personal favourite, and the worst candlenights ever is an absolute classic, but I don’t think you could go wrong with any of these fics at all. Super cute and funny and perfect comfort reading!!

@terezis Always has the best ficlets/oneshots....... they’re always hilarious, often lovely and soft and warm and without fail very very good. I particularly like the teenager’s guide to gambling for fun and profit, wherein kravitz gets himself hoodwinked by some Teens, but as previously stated, All These Fics Are Good Content, even the ones that are only ideas or outlines!

@blue-mood-blue Also has some killer taz content, I’m thinking in particular of that necromancer kravitz fic that I liked so much I made the fanart I’m still using as my blog header, but much like the other recs here the content is!! All good!! Lovely writing and very good hcs and concepts 11/10

Ty for the ask!!

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Hybrids Pt. 2 - Tyler Lockwood/Klaus Mikaelson

//Requested: OMG! i loved 'hybrids' so much and i really want part two, i loved it, you are da best😎 // - // @cinthias-corner : May I request a part 2?//

//Part One//

//Pairings: Klaroline, Stelena mention, Tyler x Reader. Warnings: Language and soft Tyler :) Tag List : @akshi8278 @simonsaysyasss //

More or less than a month had passed since you had confessed your love for Tyler. Your heart had dropped when he said exactly what you were afraid of, what he knew you were afraid of.. That everything would change.

You figured he didn’t say it on purpose to hurt you or anything. But your mind and your heart didn’t want to give him the chance. You began avoiding Tyler after that. It was obvious and you knew it. He had your whole heart in his hands and that was too much for you to handle. You felt all too vulnerable around him. Which was why you weren’t ready to face him. You couldn’t face either of them, really.

Things with Klaus weren’t the easiest either. Now that you were avoiding Tyler, Klaus saw it as his best opportunity to swoop in and mend your broken heart. It was more for your benefit than his, but it was still hard considering you weren't hesitant to shut him down. But the thing was... your heart wasn’t exactly broken. Not yet at least, thanks to your newfound fear of facing Tyler.

The decade dance. It was the 20's and Klaus intended to be there, with you and Tyler in tow. As hesitant as you were, you knew you could escape and be with the girls for most of the night. Klaus had laid out clothes for the both of you, insisting that you would have no idea how to appropriately match the timeframe.

As soon as the three of you entered the school, you slipped into the crowd and found your friends. They instantly picked up on your emotions and carefully asked you questions in regards to Tyler.

"And he laughed, believe it or not." You said in annoyance. It was like a weight was lifted, finally being able to talk about what had been nagging in the forefront of your mind. "It wasn't a bust a gut laugh, more of a chuckle, but still."

"He laughed!?" Caroline exclaimed in shock. "What an ass.. God, why did I ever date him?" She laughed.

"You're telling me.." You agreed, ignoring the pain in your chest when she mentioned their past. It didn't necessarily bother you that she had dated Tyler in that few months between Tyler becoming a hybrid and you becoming a hybrid. They were both happy, and that's all you could ask for, but it stung a little that she had been with him, knowing your feelings for him.

"Obviously, I didn't mean to say it. I'd been hiding that from him forever and it just kind of came out. I was just trying to take a cheap shot at Klaus." You continued.

"Did Tyler actually say anything about it or was the laugh it?" Elena asked, probably loving being involved in relationship drama other than her own.

"He said that it changes everything." You winced for effect.

"Everything?" They asked in unison.

"Everything." You confirmed.

"Excuse me, ladies." You heard Klaus say from over your shoulder. You turned and sighed internally. So much for escaping with the girls. "Caroline, would you like to dance?"

She tried to hide her smile but you all saw it. She nodded slightly, faking a sigh of annoyance, and stepped around the table to take Klaus' outstretched hand.

"And Y/N.." Klaus said before whisking Caroline away. "Keep him out of trouble, would you?"

Once they walked away, Tyler walked up to you. With a deep sigh, you greeted him with a tight smile. Glancing to the side, you saw Elena and Bonnie slip away, motioning for you to talk to him.

"Hey, Y/N." He said softly, standing in the now open spot next to you.

"Hey, Ty." You replied with an awkward nod.

"I guess what you said a while back really knocked Klaus down a peg." He commented.

"What are you talking about?" You questioned.

"That." He pointed to Klaus and Caroline dancing. "He's backed off you completely."

"Oh that!" You exclaimed in realization. "Yeah, but I think it was more to annoy us than any real substance. But let's admit it. I'm amazing." You teased, trying to be normal around him after a month of distance. "Plus Caroline would never admit it but she does like him. A lot, actually." You chuckled.

"You're alright." He teased in return, nudging you slightly. "Besides, she's probably the only woman on earth that does." He joked.

"Honestly!" You laughed. "His own sister can barely stand him!"

He laughed with you and everything felt like it did a month ago. No life changing confessions. Neither of us avoiding the other. It felt the way it should being with him, it was light and normal. It was comfortable.. It was everything you had been missing.

"This was a whole set up, wasn't it?" You asked, still amused at the jokes you made at Klaus' expense. "Luring the girls away so I would have to talk to you? And you even managed to get Klaus in on it."

"Well, how else was I supposed to talk to you?" He challenged with a smile. "It was actually his idea since you've been avoiding me for a month."

"Yikes... That obvious, huh?" You laughed a little, knowing it was.

"Just a little, yeah." He replied.

"Huh." You muttered in realization. "Y'know, I didn't think everything would change, after that day.. But it did. And maybe it only changed because I made it change." You said out loud. "I forced exactly what I didn't want."

"No, Y/N. It wasn't fair for me to say that, especially since you had told me that's what you were afraid of." Tyler argued gently.

"Oh, I said that out loud." You nodded a little. "No, in all seriousness Lockwood, I freaked out. I wasn't ready to tell you for multiple reasons and I-"

"Wait, what reasons?" He interjected.

"What?" You asked, not registering what he had said.

He chuckled before responding. "Why didn't you want to tell me?"

"Oh.. Well, first off, you're you. I mean, you're Tyler Lockwood, the football star. The popular kid. I've known you since we were kids, even if you didn’t know me. And then high school came and somehow you and I became really good friends. Things were great before and I let my stupid feelings get in the way.” You confessed. "And then everything with Caroline. You seemed genuinely happy with her and I wasn't going to mess that up for you. No matter how that hurt..."

“Y/N/N... Things weren’t great. I was hiding something from you too.” He said carefully. "And sure, I liked being with Caroline but it wasn't the same as when I'm with you."

“Oh no.” You groaned. “Please don’t tell me you have a kid roaming around somewhere..” You tried to joke. It drew a small laugh from him which made things a little easier.

“When we were kids, you thought I didn’t know you... But I did. I noticed everything about you before I even knew I was noticing it, hell before I started noticing girls at all. The way you wore pigtails every Friday, even through high school. You had something blue everyday, whether it be your jewelry, your clothes, or even your hair ties. You had this tendency to hum songs while you were coloring and then as you got older as you were writing.” He gushed.

You gently placed your hand on his shoulder as you realized he was getting a bit flustered. A gentle pink flush had settled on his face and neck. His complexion had nearly matched his tie. He sighed heavily, visibly giving in to your touch. Could it be that he was confessing something like what you had told him a month ago? Is it possible that Tyler Lockwood, the boy that brought you to the clouds and through hell, was harboring feelings for you?

“Ty...” You smiled softly. You couldn’t help but smile. Growing up, you had always been in your own world. Of course, the girls were there but there were things that were just part of you. Like the humming, the blue, the pigtails. Those were all minuscule things that you had hardly even noticed yourself doing. But all this time, Tyler had noticed. “I still wear something blue..” You commented, flashing the soft blue bracelet you added before leaving earlier that night.

“I know.” He said with a small smile. “Look all I’m trying to say is that things changed after last month. There’s no denying or arguing. But they changed in a way they shouldn’t have.”

“How should they have changed then?” You asked with a small, confused laugh as you took your hand away, letting it join the other that rested on the table. You couldn’t believe what he was saying. At first, it seemed like your relationship with Tyler could be salvaged and rebuilt into something new but now, now it seemed like it was nothing but rubble. You two would be downgraded to being coworkers for Klaus. Simple head nods of acknowledgment when passing. “Sorry, I’m just really lost here, Tyler. You mean a lot to me, you know that. And I can't lose you. Not with everything still being so new.”

He stared at you for a second, processing your words. You saw the recognition light up his eyes as his eyebrows raised and he began to shake his head. "Oh no no no. Not like that. Not like that at all. Y/N, I- I- I like you, a lot actually. And I didn't want to say anything before because Klaus was always around."

You realized he was about to go on another rant. One thing that most people didn't see in Tyler, was his lack of eloquence in his speech. When he had a lot to say or had something important to say, sometimes he got tripped up or he would talk too much. He would say more than he needed to, which would lead to him saying the wrong thing.

In an effort to silence him, you closed the distance between you two, wrapping your arms around him tightly. He tensed for a moment before melting into your embrace. His arms came around you just as tight. You nuzzled your face against his chest slightly and you felt him rest his head on top yours.

"You were about to ramble." You mumbled your explanation against him. His chest shook with laughter, drawing a wide smile that he couldn't seep

to come from you. You realized how warm a hug from Tyler was. It felt safe, like you weren't tied up in supernatural nonsense. Like you weren't fighting for a family you didn't know. Like you hadn't lost everything in a war you didn't want. It felt like you were just a kid in love.

"Y/N." He said quietly, as if your name was only his to say.

"Yeah, Tyler?" You replied, stepping back slightly to meet his eyes. His eyes were soft as they met yours, full of admiration and love.

"Do you want to dance?" He asked with a sly smirk.

You realized a slow song had begun. You glanced around, seeing Elena with Stefan and Caroline still with Klaus. You knew if you stepped onto that dance floor with Tyler, the questions would never stop. But really, who cared?

You took one of Tyler's hands in yours and pulled him to the dance floor. You linked your fingers together and he gently pulled you close. His hand was on the small of your back, keeping you pressed against him.

"So where do we go from here?" You asked quietly as you two gently swayed to the music.

"Wherever you want." He replied with a small shrug. "I love you, Y/N. And I can wait. This probably seems really sudden so if you need some time to decide if this is really what you want, I can wait. "

You smiled widely, leaning up to place a soft kiss on his cheek. "I love you too, Tyler. I have for a while, obviously, which means I've been waiting for just as long. I don't need time. I know what I want and I want you."

"So you're my girl then?" He questioned with a proud smile.

"It's about damn time, Lockwood." You teased, completely over the moon and head over heels for the boy in front of you.

The next day, the girls came over while you and Tyler were on the couch watching a random movie. Your head was on his chest while his arm was around your waist. You were absent-mindedly toying with the fingers of his other hand, tracing his name with your index finger against his palm. They burst through the doors, shouting your name and demanding an explanation, especially when they saw how you two were laying on the couch. So together, you and Tyler gave them the basic explanation.

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