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hanniiesuckle17 · 4 years

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All I Want For Christmas

A/n: so this started off as a blurb......then i got carried away.......so.......happy christmas everyoneeeee also HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO MY SECRET SANTA GIFT PARTNER !!!!!! (also this is not thoroughly edited I'm soso sorry )

For: @hansoulmin HAPPY CHRISTMAS BABY!!! I was your secret santa! I hope you like it!

Tag List: @ashisparanoid @mini-meanhoe @leggomylino @hanstagrams @desertofdessert @hoes4hoseok @yangomangos @jeonqqin @geminirules @crscendoforsung @mrsunshine999 @jisungsjheekies @hannie-squirrel00 @cotccotc @kodzu-ken @konenichi @yangs-jeongin @strykiss @skzwriternet

Warnings: cussing, lots of sexual tension maybe...idk

Word Count: 5.4k

Summary: Minho and Y/n have never gotten along for reasons unknown to anyone. After circumstances arose, Y/n is stuck with Minho driving him up to the cabin the boys rented. It seems that things go terribly wrong at every turn as Y/n is kept from her long desired Christmas vacation. Will she be able to change Minho’s mind about Christmas....and possibly his view on her?

Genre: Christmas au, enemies to lovers au, fluff, romance, slice of life au, forced to share bed trope, Fem reader

❅

Out of all people, the universe seemed to only choose you to throw misfortune on. You were nice. Some might even call you kind and selfless! You were by all means a good person! So why? Why out of all the eight other people going on this vacation did you have to stay behind a day and drive Satan’s spawn up to the cabin?

Lee Minho was a grown man of twenty two years. He should be able to drive himself! Also what was his deal? The rest of the boys had cleared their schedule for a week and a half of Christmas vacation.What was so important he had to delay your winter getaway as well?

The frigid winter wind bit at your skin, latching onto the soon disappearing warmth. You rolled your eyes watching the coat clad form of Minho come down the stairs of the entertainment building at a painstakingly slow pace. You had no clue why, but ever since you met, Minho had been nothing but cross and hateful towards you, and it seemed like he had no intention of changing.

“Y/n.” Minho said coldy, tossing his duffel bag into my arms.

“Satan.”

‘Clever.”

Deciding to be the bigger person, you securely placed his bag along with yours in the trunk and walked over the the driver’s side. The door slammed shut as Minho sunk into the passenger seat. “This is going to be a long ride,” you mumbled.

An hour into journey and your prediction was already coming true. The two of you sat in awkward uncomfortable silence. Minho stared out the window seemingly unphased by the unwieldy tension. “Should I turn on some music?” You asked, reaching for the radio.

“No. It will just make things uncomfortable.”

You scoffed, retracting your hand. “I don’t see how it can get more uncomfortable than this.” Minho rolled his eyes turning to look at you.

“It will be annoying for me when you start singing along to the radio and I have to tell you how utterly shit your voice is.” There was no hiding the scowl on your face. Your grip tightened on the steering wheel. Only five and half more hours with this asshole.

You sighed, glancing over at the man in your car. He was messing around on his phone, completely ignoring you. It was like the conversation you had only a few seconds ago had never happened. “Look. I know you hate me and you definitely aren’t my favorite person either.” No response came from Minho. He simply rolled his eyes. “What was so important that you had to delay my Christmas vacation? Don’t you like Christmas? What possibly would be worth setting back such an amazing holiday?”

Hearing no response you looked over at Minho in question. He was looking out the window with a rather pointed scowl. “Not everyone loves Christmas.”

“What? Everyone loves Christmas! Christmas is the best time of the year!”

“Well, not me. I don’t like Christmas.”

“WHAT?!”

You turned to him eyes wide. “Hey! Eyes on the road!” Minho grabbed the steering wheel and jerked the car back into the right lane. “What’s so wrong about not liking Christmas?” Light snow flurries began to fall on the windshield. “Christmas is just another stupid holiday. There’s nothing special about it. Plus it’s cold.”

“Maybe you really are satan....” You mumbled under your breath.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.....I just can’t believe you hate Christmas...”

❅

Two painful hours later you were driving your impossible passenger down a long stretch of snow filled road. The windshield wipers screeched as they pushed snow off the glass. The storm had really picked up as you drove further out of the city. The roads were icy and you did your best to keep your old run down car from drifting.

“How much longer?” Minho sighed, resting his head on the cool glass.

“Quite a bit-” BANG!

Suddenly, it was much harder to control your car. You felt a rumble in the back wheels. Minho shot up in his seat. “Wait- what the fuck is going on?” Easing your foot off the gas, you pulled over onto the side of the empty road.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no!” Hitting your steering wheel, you tried to hold back your frustration. Tears pricked at your eyes, begging to spill over. There was no way you were going to cry in front of Lee Minho. Couldn’t one thing go your way this year? As if this wasn’t bad enough, a loud bang came from your engine and smoke started spilling from the hood. “Fuck...”

Defeated, you let your head fall onto the wheel. A long continuous blast came from the car horn. Minho grimaced, covering his ears. “Can you like....stop?” You turned to look at him. Feeling even more dejected under his gaze you lifted your head, ceasing the blaring noise.

Taking a moment to gather your emotions, you blew out a shaky breath. “Just....stay in the car, I guess. Not like you’re gonna help anyway.”

Jerking open the car door, you stepped out onto the snowy road. Deciding to look at the hopefully less damaged part of your car, you wrapped your coat further around your body and walked to the back of your car. Just like you thought, the rear left tire was completely blown out.

“I knew my car was shit, but I thought it was going to last at least another two years.”

Now it was time to face the music, or rather the smoke. Snow falling at a fast pace, you shuffled through the cold and around to the front of your car. Raising the hood more smoke rose into the winter air. Looking around you saw it was getting darker. You had told Chan you and Minho would be at the cabin the boys rented by dinner time. It was already six o’clock.

A quick glance under the hood was enough to tell that this car was going no where. Brain trying to solve the prediciment you somehow ended up in, you crouched down and attempted to come up with a way out of the situation. So deep in thought, you didn’t even hear the sound of the passenger door opening and closing.

“I’m assuming you can’t fix this.”

Looking up you saw Minho standing over you. His hands were stuffed into his coat pockets and white snow flurries floated onto Minho’s dark brown hair. “Do you just assume I’m useless at everything?” Minho rolled his eyes. The man turned around and opened the trunk. He returned with your bag as well as his.

“Come on.” Not even casting a glance your way, Minho tossed your bag at your kneeling figure. The momentum sent you falling onto your butt, the wet cold snow immediately seeping through the one warm layer you were wearing.

“Where the fuck are you going?”

“There’s a hotel a couple miles away.” Minho said holding up his phone.

Pushing yourself off the ground you grabbed the bag and hurried to catch up with the sulky hateful man who was already walking further into the snowfall. “Are you serious?” You questioned, trying not to slip on ice. “Hey- Minho! What the fuck, dude?”

“Come on, idiot. Keep up.”

“Minho! Wait up!”

❅

The sky was almost pitch black by the time the two of you made it to the hotel. Whether it was from the snow clouds or time you weren’t sure. Minho had not bothered to wait for you. He was already through the sliding doors of the building before you had reached the hotel’s driveway. “Selfish jerk.” You mumbled, dragging your bag through the rising snow.

You did your best not collapse as you were embraced by the warm heating in the hotel lobby. Minho was brushing the show from his hair as he confidently approached the front desk. The clerk greeted him with a friendly smile.

“Hi. We need two rooms please.”

Her smile faltered a little bit. “I’m so sorry, sir.” She wrung her hands together, keeping that hospitality smile on her face. “With the snowstorm, almost every room is booked.” Minho sighed, casting an annoyed glare your way.

“Are you sure?”

After catching your breath, you joined the singer at the desk. The lady typed away on her computer. Looking over, you could see red boxes by all the rooms she scrolled through. “I’m so sorry, sir. But all but one of our rooms is booked.”

“We’ll take it.” You jumped in, eager to have any relief from the storm outside.

She smiled and Minho grumbled something under his breath. “Okay then. Here is the key to our Honeymoon Suite. It’s on the fourth floor at the end of the hall.” There was no stopping the blush flooding your cheeks.

“H-honeymoon suite....?”

“Yes. It’s our last room.”

Minho snatched the key card from the woman’s hands. “You’ve already said we’ll take it. Stop blubbering and get your stuff.” Grabbing his duffel, Minho began walking towards the elevator with no intention of waiting for you.

The concierge looked at you with pity. “You’re boyfriend isn’t the nicest...is he?”

With a scoff you replied, “Believe me, Minho is not my boyfriend.”

Rushing through the lobby, you squeezed through the elevator doors just as they were closing. Minho remained silent as you both rode up to the fourth floor. Your wet feet against the plush carpet was the only sound to be heard as you walked to the end of the hall.

Before he could slide the keycard, Minho scowled at the heart engraved on the door. The happy beep and green light prompted him to push into the room. His scowl deepened as he flicked on the lights.

Even with the lights turned on, the room was cast in a warm dim glow. There was only one bed, shaped like a huge heart with rose petals strewn across the duvet. Your eyes widened seeing a tall metal poll in one corner of the room, red light shining down on it. Subsequently a similar color grew on your cheeks. The whole room was lavishly decorated and had several interesting adult objects lying about.

“This is.....”

“What? You can’t handle a little atmosphere, Y/n?” Minho taunted with a smirk. He tossed his bag onto a chair, seeming to enjoy your embarrassed state.

You sat on the bed only to jump up and scream feeling it move beneath you. “It vibrates?! What the fuck! Who makes a bed that vibrates?!” Minho chuckled, possibly the first time you had ever seen him give anything remotely close to a genuine smile.

“Not kinky are you, Y/n?”

You froze. Your hands gripped tightly onto your bag and you pulled it higher to cover your chest in embarrassment. “Regardless, there is no way I’m sleeping on that thing.” He shrugged and flopped onto the bed, rose petals flying into the air. He looked rather comfortable, completely unphased by his surroundings.

“Suit yourself.”

Cautiously, you sat on the plush couch holding your bag like a teddy bear. This was certainly not how you imagined your Christmas. You were so looking forward to spending Christmas with your friends. Decorating the tree. Sitting by the fire in the rented cabin. Eggnog with slightly too much rum. Giving gifts you spent way too much of your paycheck on. Now you were stuck in some hotel sex dungeon with the devil spawn. What a Happy Christmas it was turning out to be.

❅

After getting used to the room, you showered and changed clothes to leave Minho to do the same. While he cleaned up, you phoned a nearby auto-shop and asked them to tow your car in and fix it. Finally able to resolve the stressful phone call, you let your head fall into your hands. Minho exited the bathroom rubbing his hair with a towel.

Just as you were about to tell him the only slightly good news, the lights shut off. Both of you looked around in confusion. “Minho, did you do this? Is this some kind of prank? Cause, I’m not afraid of the dark.” He shook his head and grabbed his phone from off the dresser, using it as a flashlight.

It was then you noticed that the room was getting colder by the second. Rubbing your arms, you shuffled over to your bag and grabbed a cardigan. A knock sounded at the door. Sighing, Minho answered it.

“Ah- Mr. Lee! We are so sorry about the inconvenience. It seems the powerlines have frozen over and the hotel has lost all electricity.” A man wearing a bellhop uniform said. Hearing the news, you came to stand next to him. “We are doing our best to get our generator up and running. It seems our heating system is also down.”

“How do you expect us to stay like this?” Minho asked with a cold stare. The man shrunk under his gaze.

Slapping Minho’s shoulder you pushed him aside. “Stop being a grinch. Thank you so much for letting us know.” The man nodded and pulled a blanket from a nearby cart. You flinched awak from his cold hands as he passed it to you. The poor thing. He must be freezing walking around the halls in his uniform.

“Here. This extra blanket will help. The hotel will also discount your stay.”

“No, take the blanket. We’ll be fine. You need it more than us. Thank you for doing such hard work!” The man smiled and thanked you profusely before you closed the door. Turning, you found Minho looking at you strangely. “What?”

He looked you up and down before scoffing and turning away. “You’re just so nice to everybody. You’re so gullible.”

“Gullible?” You couldn’t believe him. “I’m not gullible. It’s called being nice. Have a little Christmas spirit will you.”

He rolled his eyes, dragging a hand through his damp hair. “I already told you. Keep all that Christmas bullshit to yourself. It’s all just an excuse for the tinsel and ornament industry to make money off losers like you.”

There was no convincing him otherwise, so you simply watched as he pushed back the covers of the bed and climbed in. “Fine. Be a grinch or a Scrooge or a Hans Gruber for all I care.”

“Hans Gruber?” Minho questioned, head popping up in the dark.

“Die Hard is a Christmas movie too, okay?”

You were shocked to hear a chuckle come from the big heart shaped bed. Sure, you must be imagining things, you took down a rather thin blanket from the closet and headed to your spot on the couch. Your barefeet flinched at every step on the cold hardwood floor. Curling up into a ball on the sofa, helped your body temperature rise a little bit, but you still froze with the tiny blanket you used. Eventually, you fell into a cold restless sleep.

❅

You awoke to some shuffling in the room. Assuming Minho was getting up to get a glass of water or something you tried to go back to sleep. But, you were puzzled as you heard his footsteps come closer to the sofa. Unsure what he was doing, you pretended to be asleep, wrapping the blanket more around your shivering body.

“I’m only doing this cause I can’t sleep with all that teeth chattering,” Minho whispered under his breath. “It’s not like I care...”

Suddenly you felt his long fingers gently reach out for your ankle. Still pretending to be asleep you resisted the urge to flinch away. Brows furrowed and eyes still closed, you tried to figure out what he was doing. Minho tenderly pulled what you imagined to be a pair of his socks over your cold bare feet. Your breath hitched as his soft hands brushed over your skin. He was....being kind?

Hearing movement, you shut your eyes tighter as Minho pushed himself off the ground. “That should be fine.....” He whispered. You waited, but didn’t hear him walk away. “Why am I even bothering...” Again it seemed like he stayed. After another moment of silence he shifted.

Surprisingly, you felt his hands reach under your legs and behind your back. He lifted you into the air and pulled you into his chest, carrying you as if you were the most fragile thing he had ever touched. Minho moved across the room before gently placing you on the bed. The covers were pulled up to your chin and you felt him tuck in the fabric around your body. You were shocked to say the least.

Surprising you further, Minho climbed into bed next to you. His arm cautiously wrapped around your stomach and pulled you flush against his warm chest. You were feeling very conflicted for many reasons. Deciding to test just what was going on, you turned around, eyes still closed, and hugged onto him tighter. You buried your face into his chest. He froze obviously contemplating what to do.

Hesitantly, like his body was stuttering, he let his arms fall around you in an embrace. You found yourself....content. His scent was comforting. He smelled like amber and some sort of spice you couldn’t quite name. Just as you were about to fall asleep, Minho sighed and let his fingers tenderly stroke your hair.

“This doesn’t mean I like you....” He whispered. There was something in his voice that made you not believe his words. You didn’t have time to think about them, because you were soon lulled into a deep sleep.

❅

The next morning you woke up to soft white light streaming through the hotel curtains. Minho was still asleep next to you, fingers still tangled in your hair. The room around you was cold, but your body was nothing but warm in Minho’s arms. You smiled remembering Minho’s kind action last night. Not knowing how he would react you decided it might be best if you weren’t in the room when he woke up.

Each time you moved, you were sure the man was bound to wake up. Finally you swung your legs over the side of the bed. You smiled, looking down and seeing his gray warm socks on your feet. Your eyes widened as realization passed through your mind.

Did you like Minho?

Looking over at Minho’s sleeping face, you felt your hears start to beat faster. Grasping at your chest, you tried to still your literally beating heart. This was not a problem for now. Minho could wake up any second and you didn’t really want to confront these possible feelings with him awake.

Sliding into a pair of the hotel slippers, you shuffled to the door, rubbing your arms to keep warm. Slipping the keycard into your cardigan pocket, you closed the door quietly so as not to wake up the sleeping singer just yet.

“Oh- I am so sorry!” Someone said, bumping into you.

“It’s fin-...Hey, I know you!” You turned to find the bellhop from the night before. “Has your shift not ended yet?”

He shook his head, shoving his hands in his pockets. “The roads are icy, plus they have everyone staying because of the power situation.” He shrugged like it was no big deal. He seriously was a hard worker. “By the way, we got our back up generator working, but there seems to be something still wrong with the heater.”

“Don’t worry about it! Minho and I were fine last night so I’m sure the other guests were as well.”

He chuckled. “You’re really nice. You’re like walking Christmas spirit.” You smiled, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “Oh- the kitchen staff managed to scrap together our usual breakfast service downstairs. You should go check it out. It was nice talking to you, Mrs. Lee! Merry Christmas!”

“Oh- I’m not...” But it was too late. The bellhop was already swiftly moving down the hall.

Deciding to move past the conversation, you headed downstairs to the breakfast buffet. The lobby was full of Christmas decorations; something you had missed last night in your urgent desire to get a room. It made you smile. A reminder that Christmas Eve was tomorrow.

Following the delectable odor of breakfast food, you wandered into the buffet area and built two plates for you and Minho. Balancing the full platters of food like a professional circus performer, you journeyed back up to the room. By some feat, you opened the door and entered the still freezing room.

Minho sat up in bed, still looking half asleep. “I...I- uh... I brought breakfast. I wasn’t sure what you liked so-”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll eat anything warm right now.”

Wearing a nervous smile, you sat down on the bed across from Minho and handed him a plate. The two of you ate in semi awkward silence, this time for a very different reason. “So-”

“About last night...” Minho started, rubbing the back of his neck. “I-...I-...you're teeth were chattering pretty loud and-”

You smiled, stopping his train of thought. You could practically see every word he had planned to say leave his brain. “You don’t have to say anything. Thank you, Minho.” The boy nodded, hair falling into his eyes as he looked down at the plate of food.

Another silence followed only slightly less awkward. “If you don’t mind me asking,” Minho’s head raised at your voice. “Why do you hate Christmas so much?” He sighed, shoving a sausage in his mouth and chewing on the savory food.

“I just never really got the whole Christmas thing. My family never celebrated. Every time we try to get together for the holidays everything just seems to go wrong. Just like how things are going now.” He scoffed picking up another sausage.

“Okay...I can respect that. But...you’re hatred of Christmas seems to be more than that.”

Minho rolled his eyes. Contradicting his actions, he reached over and placed a piece of his toast on your plate. “It’s just....I don’t get it. Like, explain to me what is so great about Christmas.”

You set your plate down with a grin and ate the piece of toast Minho gave you. “I don’t know. I just get this warm feeling around Christmas time. I love seeing all the love that people share. There is just something about Christmas that brings people together. It’s beautiful everywhere and everything is just bright and happy.”

Minho smiled watching you talk. You rambled about all the things you loved about Christmas, from making snowmen to decorating the tree, to watching people unwrap their gifts. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but there was something about the way you spoke that made his stomach twist in knots.

At some point you stopped talking and noticed the dazed look on his face. “Did you even listen to me?” You looked down at your lap, slightly disappointed. Not liking the frown on your face Minho quickly nodded his head.

“Yeah, of course.”

Before he could remedy the tension he accidentally created, your phone rang pulling away your attention. Minho watched you get off the bed and walk away to answer the phone. Your back turned, he started beating himself up about not paying full attention to what you were saying.

“So, Minho,” You said turning to face him. “That was the auto shop. They said we should be able to pick up the car tomorrow afternoon. Thankfully we’ll be able to see the boys on Christmas Eve!”

Minho smiled, watching your face light up at the good news. “That’s great.”

❅

After two nights in a hotel, you were finally pulling into the driveway of the rented cabin. It was gorgeous! The huge vaulted roof was covered in snow and the warm wood stood out against the blanketed white backdrop. “Minho,” You said slapping his arm to get his attention as you parked the car. “Look how pretty this is!”

He looked up from his phone, first looking at your bewildered grin, then the lodge in front of you. “Yeah,” You stared in wonder at the place you would be staying for the next week. “Really beautiful.” Turning you found Minho already looking back at you. For some reason, just the way he was looking at you had your stomach doing somersaults.

Pushing your hair behind your ear, you attempted to calm the heat on your cheeks. Both you and Minho awkwardly laughed and looked away from each other. Pressing your hands to your cheeks, you tried to pat away the blush like an idiot.

“THEY’RE HERE!”

Suddenly, seven rambunctious boys stampeded out of the house and came bounding through the snow to your now fixed car. They pounded happily on the windows and had you not known them, the event would be absolutely terrifying. “Guys, let us out of the car!” Minho shouted with half a laugh.

Eventually, you were dragged into the cabin by the idols and hugged until your faces turned blue. The inside was even more beautiful than the outside. Everything was made out of wood and there was practically a wall of huge windows overlooking the snow covered forest.

“What took you guys so long?” Jisung asked hanging off your arm.

You sighed, ruffling his fluffy hair. Minho watched with a pointed stare. “Well, my piece of junk car broke down and so Minho and I were stuck in a freezing hotel honeymoon suite. but, now we’re here and I cannot wait to start our Christmas vacation!”

“Woah, woah, woah, woah. Back up. Honeymoon suite?” Chan asked with raise brows, looking between Minho and you. The look stopped when Minho made a slice motion across his neck. “Well....um...guys I hate to break it to you, but there's only like 5 rooms and the rest of us have already paired off.”

The band collectively ‘oo-ed’ and started jokingly shoving Minho around. “Think you lovebirds can survive without biting off each other’s heads?” Jisung said jokingly. Obviously he was kidding, but you were blushing more in the last hour than probably ever in your life.

Thankfully, Chan noticed your embarrassed state and ushered everyone away to let the two of you settle in. Christmas Eve with the rest of Stray Kids was quite possibly one of the greatest nights of your life. By the time everyone retired for the evening, it was almost midnight. Your room was smaller than the hotel suite but shared the commonality of having....one bed.

While Minho was in the shower, you snuck downstairs to get a better look at the tree Hyunjin, Chan, and Jeongin had put up the other day. The lights twinkled on the real tree that was standing tall in the living room. A fire was raging in the fireplace. The glow of the flames reflected in the red, gold, white, and green ornaments.

The tree reminded you of the one your parents used to put up when you were little. Feeling the urge to act childish you crawled on your hands and knees until you could lay down under the tree and look up into the lit branches. Resting your hands on your stomach, you smiled looking up at the shiny glass orbs.

“Y/n?” Minho called out into the wide expanse that was more than an excuse for a living room. “You in here?” Turning your head, you watched his sock feet come down the stairs two at a time.

“By the tree,” Through the branches you watched him approach the large Christmas tree.

Minho chuckled and kicked your leg lightly. “Whatcha doin’ down there, idiot? you look like the Wicked Witch of the East!” He soon regretted the comment as a swift kick was directed at his unprotected calf. “Ow!” He exclaimed, rubbing his leg. “But, really, what are you doing down there?”

“You never did this as a kid?” He shook his head. The strong smelling fronds obstructed most of his face from your view, but you could make out the glint of his round spectacles in the firelight. “Come here!”

Letting out a sigh with an intention you couldn’t decipher, Minho got on all fours before crawling to lay next to you under the Christmas tree. His shoulder brushed up against yours, making your skin tingle. “What’s the point of this?” He whispered after a few moments of staring at the lights.

Shrugging, you answered, “I don’t know. When I was little, my parents fought a lot. I used to walk down in the living room and lay under the tree. Sometimes I would pretend all the little lights were stars and I would wish for a Christmas miracle hoping maybe that this year they would stop fighting. Or at least fight a little less.” As you spoke, you watched the ornaments and colorful Christmas lights sparkle and twinkle. “Some years it worked. I really did get a Christmas miracle.”

“I think you were the Christmas miracle.” Minho said turning to look at you.

“I doubt that.”

“Well...you’ve made me not...not like...Christmas. I’d say that’s miracle quality.”

You laughed, reaching for his hand on instinct. His eyes widened, but the boy let you grasp onto his fingers. “Minho, you really aren’t so bad. I feel like maybe I just didn’t take the time to get to know you.” Minho grinned. You felt like it may have been the lights, but a rosy dust filled his cheeks.

“Yeah, well....like I said. You’re my Christmas miracle.”

You were at a loss for words. Minho shifted his fingers to interlock with yours. “Can- can I kiss you?” He asked with baited breath and furrowed brows, eyes trained on your lips. If you weren’t sure of his feelings, you knew now. Fearing your voice would betray you with any attempt to speak, you nodded and looked through the glass lenses into his deep brown eyes. They were softer than you had once thought.

Slowly leaning over Minho pressed his lips against yours. That warm feeling returned to your stomach and slowly traveled until you’re whole body felt like it was glowing. Minho kissed you under the twinkling colorful lights of the tree, earasing every other bad thought or thing he had ever said to you before. He pulled away as the grandfather clock in the hall struck twelve.

“Merry Christmas, Minho.” You whispered, his lips still inches away from yours.

“Merry Christmas, Y/n.”

❅

“GOOD MORNING CHRISTMAS LOVEBIRDS!” Hyunjin screamed, bursting into the room you and Minho shared. He shrieked seeing the two of you, legs tangled together under the sheets. With sleepy eyes, Minho sat up and tossed the pillow you were using at the blonde’s head.

“Minho! That was my pillow!” Groaning, he just laid back down and pulled you into his chest, letting you use his arm as a headrest.

Chan pulled Hyunjin from the floor shaking his head at the drama queen. “In all serious, guys, Jisung, Felix, and Jeongin are very eager to start opening presents so get your butts downstairs.” Minho raised his arm to shoo his leader away. The door closed returning you to your original state of privacy.

Minho kissed your forehead, snuggling back under the warm duvet with you. “You know this is the first Christmas morning I’ve been excited to wake up. This time I’m just excited to see you though.”

“Never would have pegged you for the cheesy type, Lee Minho.”

He chuckled, leaning down and capturing your lips in a kiss. You were unable to keep the smile from creeping up your face. “We should get down stairs. The boys will be missing us.”

“Fiiiiine.” He grumbled, pushing himself off the bed. Slowly, your body still waking up, you swung your legs over the side. Before your barefeet could touch the ground, Minho’s hand once again wrapped gently around your ankle. He smiled up at you, kindness in his dark brown eyes. Tenderly, his long fingers slid a warm pair of his socks over your feet. “My Christmas miracle can’t have cold feet, can she?”

Smirking at your blush, Minho took your hand and led you out of the cabin bedroom. You joined the rest of the boys around the tree, Jisung already tearing open a gift and Seungmin passing out presents. Minho found the last empty spot on the couch and pulled you into his lap.

“You too seem pretty cozy,” Changbin stated, with a knowing look on his face.

Completley oblivious to the conversation, Jisung chimed in. “So, Minho, did you finally figure out what you want for Christmas? Shopping for you was so hard!” Jisung groaned, holding his new gifted plushie in his arms.

“I gues all I want for Christmas this year is Y/n.” Minho said with a smile. He leaned over and kissed your cheek, not afraid of any of the boys making fun of him apparently.

“SO I SHOULD JUST RETURN THE $475 JACKET I BOUGHT YOU HUH?”

❅

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“You know, I’m gonna marry you someday,” Jeff mumbles as you curl up against his chest as you struggle to keep your eyes open long enough to focus on the film.

“That so?” You whisper, looking up at him as he smiles down to you, his fingers gliding through your hair as you hum in content.

Jeff nods, unable to hide his grin as your eyes close.

It’s true though, Jeff really means it when he says it. Even if you think he’s just joking around. As a matter of fact, in all his life, Jeff has never been more certain about something. That being with you, and spending the rest of his life alongside you, and only you. After everything he’s been through, the consequences he’s faced from his actions you’re just a ray of sunshine.

You didn’t care about his past, the things he once did. He’s grown, matured as a person into someone you want to be with and love him regardless.

Standing in the doorway, Jeff’s bags pile up outside whilst Todd patiently waits for his friend to depart from his house. If only it were easier said than done.

“Do you have to go?” You pout as your arms remain around his waist, not wanting to let go.

Jeff chuckles as he glances behind you, seeing Todd filming on his camcorder in the pathway. “I’ll only be gone a few days, baby.” Jeff reminds you, hearing you sigh loudly as your hands begin to slip away from him.

“Just, stay safe.” You nudge his arm as he picks up his bags before leaning down and kissing you softly. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He blows one last kiss to you before walking out from your house, leaving you with Nerf sat by your side watching his Dad get into the passenger seat of Todd’s car.

“You really love her, don’t you?” Todd speaks up, noticing the way Jeff looks at you as if you’re the only person in the entire world.

Jeff can’t help but think of the ring he’s picked out and reserved at the jewellers, a quick pitstop on route to his and Todd’s destination. “I do, Toddy.” Jeff sighs as they pull away, moving further away from you, but closer to the next step in your future.

“So, airport?” Todd looks over to Jeff before returning his attention to the road.

Shaking his head, Jeff points to the left hand turn coming up, the opposite direction. “I just wanna make a short stop first.” Jeff states as Todd turns the car, and as they follow the road Jeff can see the old shop sign.

Feeling his heartbeat quicken pace, it isn’t something that goes unnoticed by Todd. “We going where I think we’re going?” Todd asks with a hesitant smile before Jeff points at the shop whilst Todd parks up just down the road.

“Yeah.” Jeff runs his fingers through his hair as he opens the passenger door, hearing Todd mutter his name as his right leg hangs out of the car.

“This is it, huh?” Todd chuckles, an attempt to hide his nerves for his friend. “You’re gonna ask her?”

“I really am, Todd. Got it all planned out.” Jeff states, feeling that familiar sense of uneasiness return to his stomach as he climbs out fully, his arm resting on the top of the car as Todd remains in the driver's seat. “Gotta say, I’ve never been more certain of anything.” He admits before turning away from the car, crossing the street toward the shop in question.

Whilst Jeff is crossing, Todd’s fingers tap on the steering wheel, humming to himself. Yet, Jeff doesn’t make it across the road.

Glancing through his rearview mirror, seeing a car speeding down the narrow street, shortly followed by a sharp break and a loud thud.

“No, no.” Todd mutters, feeling everything play too quickly for him to process. “Jeff?!” Todd yells, looking behind his car to see the small car in question with the window smashed as the driver crawls out, coughing violently.

A few shop owners and customers gather around behind the driver's car, some converse whilst others call for help. “Is he alive?” Todd hears one lady question whilst another bends down, her feet sticking out from behind the car as Todd hesitantly walks closer.

Fearing the worst, Todd took a deep breath as he moved between the gathering crowd to see what his fears be a reality.

“Jeff? Buddy?” Kneeling down, Todd couldn’t stop his hands from shaking as he reaches out as blood dribbles from Jeff’s mouth as his eyes remain closed. “Has someone called for some help? Fuck!” He looks around, desperation lacing his tone as faces blur together whilst blood coats his face and exposed limbs.

“An ambulance is on its way.” Someone speaks up, resting a hand on Todd’s shoulder with a sympathetic smile.

“You’ll be okay, buddy,” Todd mutters, forcing back his tears as Jeff’s limps are splayed out, lifelessly.

You couldn’t process the phone call as it came through. Part of you thought it was a sick prank call until you heard Todd’s hushed voice down the line, loud enough to understand without it cracking.

David picked you up with Natalie, understanding you were in no fit position to drive.

No words were exchanged as you sat silently in the passenger seat, thinking about what Todd had told you. He hadn’t even left town, they were making a pit stop and some sick fuck was speeding.

Tearing the images from your mind, you open the car door and rush inside without checking your friends were close behind.

“Is Jeff Wittek here?” You ask bluntly, remaining emotionless as you bite your lip, holding back a sob.

The receptionist looks up at you before averting her attention to her screen. You wait painfully as she types into the system, now aware of David and Natalie either side of you. Natalie rests her hand on your forearm, squeezing it lightly as a single tear spills from your eye.

“He’s in room 207. Turn left down the hall, and three floors up.” The receptionist tells you and before she can ask if you need anything else, you’re gone.

You can’t keep up with your own feet as you race to his room, a distortion of voices play as Natalie and David converse as they try to catch up to you, but you’re oblivious to everyone else.

Slowing down, you can see someone hunched over on a seat outside of a room. A tuft of brown hair, slouched form and his hands clasped in each other.

“Toddy?” You call out weakly, seeing him rise to his feet and rush over, engulfing you in a tight hug as you sob against him.

Natalie and David hang back as Todd focuses on Natalie with watery vision. “I’m so sorry, Y/n.” Todd mumbles into your hair as your whole body shakes. “He, he just wanted to get something. I should’ve gone with him.” Todd rambles, but you lean back, shaking your head to him.

“It’s not your fault, Todd.” You tell him bluntly. “Do not blame yourself. It was an accident.” You breathe deeply as you force yourself to look at the door number behind him. “Is he, is he awake?”

Todd scratches the back of his neck as he takes a hold of your hand, guiding you closer toward the room. “He’s still unconscious, but he’ll be alright,” Todd tells you, but you can tell there’s something else. “but he got hurt bad, Y/n.”

Taking a shaky breath, you nod. “How bad are things?”

Shutting your eyes, you wipe away your tears forcefully as you listen to Todd listing off Jeff’s injuries. Two broken legs, fractured ribs, a collapsed lung. He was lucky to make it out alive.

“Can I see him?” You question quietly.

Todd opens the door and guides you inside to the room where Jeff is being monitored.

As you lift your eyes up, the sight before you breaks your heart.

You listen to the sound of his monitor beeping as various tubes are connected to him. Discomfort is worn heavily in his face, despite him being unconscious as stitches line his cheeks and forehead. Bruises are starting to form across his exposed skin, but the damage evidently lies deeper than that.

A sob wracks through you as you cover your mouth, muffling the sound as you fall to the ground.

“It’s okay, Y/n.” Todd hushes as he helps you to your feet. “Jeff’s strong, we know this.” He reassures you as you step closer toward your boyfriend, sitting beside him.

Reaching out, you rest your hand alongside his.

Both you and Todd sit in silence until visiting hours are over, and at this point, you can feel your entire body is numb. You didn’t want to leave him, you didn’t want Jeff to be alone in that room, left in pain without anyone by his side.

Two days you were sat in the room, sitting in silence beside him as Doctors and Nurses passed by. Checks were made, vitals were monitored and silence was a frequent friend.

You saw many faces, most with sympathy etched into their smiles as they tried not to focus on the damages covering Jeff’s body or the tiredness lining your eyes. It felt like an ongoing cycle, just waiting for any kind of update.

Everyone was just waiting, waiting for him to wake up. And after three solid days of waiting, sitting by his side for as long as you were allowed to, Jeff started to stir in the bed.

“Where the fuck am I?” He mumbles, and you quickly jolt up from sleeping at an angle on the plastic chair beside his bed.

“Jeff?” You call out, blinking rapidly as your vision begins to focus on his confused expression as he winces. “Oh thank god.” You reframe from wrapping your arms around him, knowing he’s still fragile. “I, I’ll go get someone, I’ll be right back.” You tell him quickly as you rise to your feet, finding the first Nurse to pass you by.

Whilst you talk to a nurse, Jeff looks around the room as the events of that afternoon replay. He remembers seeing a blue car speeding toward him and being on the ground with faces surrounding him. But after that, everything is simply blank.

Jeff watches as you walk back in, your angelic smile plastered across your face as bags wear heavy beneath your eyes.

Sitting beside him, you rest his hand in yours as the Nurse checks his vitals and explains exactly what has happened to him. As you listen to the Nurse, you feel Jeff faintly squeezing your hand, letting you know he can feel you beside him.

“So, I got hit bad, huh?” Jeff tries to joke but winces at the pain spreading across his ribs.

“Take it easy, babe.” You remind him as he lies back down, letting out a strained sigh.

“Seen worse in jail, let me tell you that.” He continues his efforts to make you smile, even if tears fill your eyes as you focus on him, how casts cover both legs and bandages across his stomach. “Hey, Y/n, I’m okay.” He reaches out as you lean closer toward him.

Feeling his hand rest across your cheek is enough to comfort you as you let out a shaky breath. “I know, I just, I don’t know what I would do if you were,” You struggle to finish your sentence as Jeff wipes away your tears that fall.

“Don’t think ‘bout that, baby.” He hushes you, peering over your shoulder to see Todd leaning against the door frame. “If it isn’t my saviour,” Jeff calls out and you laugh lightly, leaning back as Todd walks in.

Rising to your feet, Todd hugs you lightly as you pass him and exit the room in search of the bathroom.

“Hey man.” Todd sighs as he sits down, taking your seat temporarily whilst you’re gone. “Good to see you awake, you, you had us worried for a moment.”

“Just a moment?” Jeff raises an eyebrow, ignoring the bruising around his eye and the stitches below.

Todd shakes his head as he reaches into his pocket, taking out a small velvet box. “I, I picked this up, thought you might want it.” Sliding the small box across the bed, Jeff hides it underneath the covers of the hospital sheets.

“Thank you, Todd.” Jeff smiles, and Todd simply nods as you return.

“Did I miss anything?” You call out as Todd stands up, moving away from the chair as he shakes his head.

“Nothing too eventful. Good luck getting him to pee for the next few months though.” Todd laughs, nudging you lightly as you roll your eyes, missing the wink he sends Jeff.

For the next few hours, you just sat with Jeff as the Doctors explained the next step in Jeff’s recovery. It wasn’t going to be easy, and you understood that there would be hard times, but you weren’t going anywhere.

“Thank you, Doc.” Jeff speaks up, processing everything he’s just been told.

“Looks like you’ll be my bitch for a while, huh?” You tell Jeff, hoping to see a smile cross his lips to ease the pressure of the detailed recovery process.

Jeff chuckles, looking up at you as you keep a smile on your face. “You’re seriously something else, Y/n.” Jeff shakes his head, watching as you shrug a shoulder. “You know, I’m gonna marry you someday.” He reminds you, and you laugh lightly.

“I know, baby. You tell me almost every week!” You smile brightly, but Jeff shakes his head as he reaches into the sheets, taking a hold of the velvet box.

“I really mean it, and, and I know this isn’t probably the way I envisioned it. And I can’t even stand, let alone get on one knee right now, but,” Taking a deep breath, Jeff reveals the diamond inside of the box, looking up as your lips part.

“Jeff,” You start, but Jeff shakes his head.

“Y/n, you’re unlike anyone I’ve ever met. You, you’ve seen past all the shit in my life, you’re willing to help me through this and wheel me everywhere for possibly months. I can’t imagine being with anyone else, and I don’t want to.” Jeff reels off all of his thoughts as you remain in a state of shock. “So, Y/n Y/l/n, will you marry me?” He finally asks the question, feeling his heart pause as he awaits your response.

“Yes.” You mumble, nodding as you rise to your feet, leaning closer and kissing him passionately. “Yes, yes!” You laugh excitedly as you sit back down, letting Jeff place the ring on your finger. “So, this is it, huh?”

“I told you, baby.” Jeff smiles brightly, fighting through the pain as his monitor continues to beep at a slightly rapid pace. “I’m gonna marry you someday, and that’s a promise.”

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pedros-mustache-main · 4 years

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like the movies

summary: he’s the writer; you’re the muse. there’s a cup of coffee somewhere in there, too.

word count: 3.3k+

warnings: fluff & pining—so, a change of pace from my usual angst. :) also: a serious lack of dialogue because i am feeling verbose.

a/n: this is entirely @joemazzmatazz‘s fault. it was her idea (albeit given to me actual ages ago), but she said “do it” and who am i to say no? anywho, i’m relatively uncertain about how this turned out, but have it regardless!

your latte is hot, almost too hot. it burns your tongue on the first sip.

but you welcome the heat and the momentary burst of pain. the weather swirling outside borders on atrocious: freezing rain mixed with snow flurries, bloated, gray clouds, and a thin layer of ice on all surfaces. though the tip of your tongue stings upon that first sip, the heat that rushes to your chest pushes away the dreary weather you’d slogged through to get to the coffee shop.

you’re a regular here. not a regular regular, but regular enough that the interchangeable baristas recognize you and you recognize them. you exchange tight-lipped smiles and nods of greeting when you approach the counter, but nothing more than simple pleasantries. you don’t know their names, and they never ask for yours, but they remember your order: frosted blueberry latte with extra foam. it’s gotten to the point where you can simply walk up to the counter, money in hand, and the barista can repeat your order before you open your mouth.

it’s the little things, you suppose. in this little corner of the world, you feel seen.

today, you have your laptop open, latte pushed to the side, and a cherry and almond scone on a bright blue plate. you resist the urge to pull your foot up on the chair and rest your chin on your knee. though you’re here more often than you’re at home, this isn’t your living room. you settle for sliding your ankle beneath your opposite thigh.

being a paralegal is decidedly unglamorous. sure, it sounds highfalutin to the person sitting beside you on the airplane, but damn, if it isn’t stressful. you feel like a glorified secretary most of the time. pushing papers and getting signatures and making tens of phone calls to people and places that are not interested in speaking to a lawyer isn’t really what you signed up for. at least, it’s not what you ultimately want. it pays the bills for now, though; a partnership… that’ll come later.

you’re lucky enough that you can work remotely, hence your sturdy corner of the café. from where you sit, you watch customers enter and exit the shop. each time the door opens and the little bell tinkles above, a blast of cold air rushes into the cramped space. you enjoy watching the reaction of newcomer—the way they stamp their snow-covered shoes on the wood floor and shiver, turn to their companions with a smile, hurry to the counter to order something sweet and warm. in those moments, you grow wistful, your heart lurching with loneliness. it’s been a long time since you’ve had anyone to meet for an afternoon coffee date, friend or otherwise. your job doesn’t afford much downtime, and what downtime you do have is devoted to menial life responsibilities.

your phone buzzes, and you glance down. a text from your boss. time to refocus.

you work for a while longer, nibbling on your scone, sipping from your latte. the emails pile up, and your phone buzzes incessantly. a headache forms at the base of your skull as you struggle to keep up with the constant flurry of communication.

after receiving a terse email from your boss’s legal partner in relation to something that is no fault of your own, you shut your laptop. a five-minute break; you deserve that much. rubbing a hand down your weary face, you grab your purse, slide out from behind the table, and head for the restroom. in the poorly lit bathroom, you splash some cool water on your cheeks and sigh at your reflection in the mirror. you look tired, feel it too. the dark bags under your eyes bely how little sleep you’ve gotten in the last week, and your shoulders droop under the weight of the world. maybe by christmas…

who are you kidding? christmas is just as busy as any other time of the year. people don’t stop needing lawyers just ‘cause it’s the holidays.

when you return to your makeshift workspace, you immediately frown. you freeze several paces from the corner of the table and glance over your shoulder, tightening your grip on the strap of your purse.

someone had been at the table in the five minutes it took to freshen up.

nothing is gone, thank god. (in retrospect, you probably shouldn’t have left your laptop and phone sitting in plain sight. call it naivety, but you like to think the best of people. however, your line of work consistently reminds you that the bad in people often outweighs the good.) your laptop, though, has been nudged to the side, the movement causing the charging cord to fall out. several drops of dark liquid—spilled latte—dampen the corner of your yellow legal pad.

what truly catches you eye is the square piece of paper resting on your laptop’s keyboard like a discarded feather.

you look over your shoulder again, but the shop is largely empty save for the baristas and an older couple in the far corner. the weather is certainly a deterrent from lingering. perhaps someone had come in while you were in the bathroom and left you a note. had your car been hit? you hope not. you don’t have the extra funds for vehicular maintenance right now and even less time to fix whatever damage had been done.

leaning forward, you lift the piece of paper, and your chest tightens.

it’s a drawing—a drawing of you. blue ink scattered across the page in swirling lines forms the hazy outline of your profile. your chin rests in your hand, and the artist made certain note to emphasize your eyelashes, which are not that long in actuality. at the bottom of the page, a message in curling script: when you are old — yeats

your mouth runs dry, your palms moist with nerves. returning to your chair, you quickly type the words into the search bar of your browser. you remember enough from high-school english to know yeats is a poet, but when the poem loads and you read the words, you feel like you might fall over.

your neck snaps up, cracks at the sudden movement. someone had been here in the café long enough to watch you, to sketch you, and to think of the yeats poem in relation to you.

how decidedly… romantic. like something out of a chick-flick.

despite the warmth in your chest, you shut your laptop, fold the sketch, and shove it in your coat pocket, willing yourself to forget the random happenstance. things like that—serendipitous moments of romance—only happen in the movies. they certainly don’t happen to you.

whomever had left the note, well—at least they’d brightened your day. your mother would call it a gift from the heavens, an angel smiling down on you.

shaking your head, you gather your things and hurry out into the cold, wintery weather. you refuse to allow yourself to go home and daydream. you could use the note as a bookmark, sure, but there was no use in dreaming about the artist. no use whatsoever when you would likely never cross paths again.

except you do go home and daydream. why you ever thought you could keep yourself from mulling over a moment rife with potential is ridiculous.

all throughout the evening—as you make your stir-fry dinner, as you draw your bath, as you change the sheets on your bed, and fold the laundry—you consider the possibilities:

you’d been at the café for a handful of hours, but how much had you truly paid attention to the patrons coming and going? barely, if you’re honest with yourself. you had noticed the older couple when they came in; you’d wondered how they’d managed to get from the parking lot to the warmth of the coffee shop without slipping on the icy sidewalks. you’d noticed, too, a man who looked a lot like how you imagine paul bunyan: massive height, plaid shirt stuffed in worn jeans, impressive beard. no one else of note sticks out in your mind hours later.

what had you been doing all afternoon? hopefully you hadn’t done anything embarrassing. god, sometimes you have this habit of resting your fingers over your mouth in such a way that it pushes up your nose to resemble a pig’s snout. had you done that? sometimes you fiddle with your hair too much and bounce your knees and hum to yourself. you want to sink below the suds of your bathwater when you recall your propensity for talking to yourself.

your thoughts turn fanciful when you finally slip beneath your covers.

maybe the artist is like tom hanks in “you’ve got mail.” only instead of emails, you could exchange notes in a coffee shop and forgo the business rivalry part.

maybe the artist is like tom hanks in “sleepless in seattle”: soft and sweet and really good with kids.

maybe you just have a thing for tom hanks.

you turn your head with a girlish grin, tucking your lower lip between your teeth.

you’d promised yourself you wouldn’t daydream, but how could you not? yeats’s poem filters through your mind like the moon filtering through your curtains: how many loved your moments of glad grace, and loved your beauty with love false or true, but one man loved the pilgrim soul in you and loved the sorrows of your changing face.

with a muffled squeal, you allow yourself a moment to thrash in delight—like a schoolgirl with a crush and a note checked yes i like you tucked beneath her pillow. the idea that someone somewhere notices you, of all people, is simply too much to bear. you feel like your heart will explode and sunbeams will burst from beneath your skin. you feel warm and happy and drunk on possibility.

you settle, then, and sigh, smoothing your hands over the rumpled comforter. you’re a professional, though. a paralegal, for god’s sake. you’ll go back to the café. maybe not tomorrow, but you’ll go back. just maybe—maybe, maybe, maybe—you’ll run into your artist again.

you return to the coffee shop in two days, lugging your over-stuffed bag with you, earbuds snug in your ears. when you cross the threshold, you can’t help the way your eyes immediately scan the customers who have parked themselves in the various sitting areas. you’re looking for your artist, obviously, but you have nothing to go on other than the note tucked away in your jewelry box at home. a few words, a carefully drawn profile—that’s not enough to determine who had created the note from a simple glance.

begrudgingly, you remind yourself once again that life isn’t a movie. there’s no tom hanks waiting for you on the other end of the note. it’s silly to dwell on it any longer, really. you’ll get too wrapped up, too attached, and that wouldn’t bode well for the upcoming holidays.

the table you usually occupy is already taken by a man in a red sweater. his head is bent over his laptop, glasses slipping down his strong nose. you try not to take it to heart; the table was never explicitly yours. with a soft grunt of effort, you drop your belongings in an orange armchair across the room before meandering to the counter. julie (at least, you think that’s her name?) smiles when you approach, and she rings up your order, asking about the weather and plans for the holidays.

once your coffee is in hand, you return to your new seat and relax in the accommodating plush armchair. maybe the man in the red sweater had done you a favor after all. you glance up to look at him. if he stays as long as you often do, his ass will ache by the time he leaves. the wood chairs offer zilch in the way of comfort.

you quickly lose yourself in work, but the idea that your artist could be in the same room as you never truly leaves your mind. you find yourself glancing about the room from time to time, studying those who come and go, wondering if perhaps they were the one who saw something worthwhile in you. no one catches you eye; everyone is too busy with their own affairs, and you don’t blame them.

by the end of the afternoon, you find your latte completely and utterly forgotten. it’s cold when you take a tentative sip, and you sigh. maybe not five dollars wasted, but five dollars you had meant for a hot drink, especially considering the cold weather. rising from your seat, you take the latte to the counter and ask the barista to pour your drink in a to-go cup with some ice. might as well make the best of it, and you don’t like things to go to waste.

when you return to your chair, you nearly drop the plastic cup.

another note.

“holy shit,” you breathe. instinctively, your palm tightens around your cup, and the plastic gives a small crack. you wince and double-check to make sure no leaks have sprung before picking up the folded piece of paper on your messenger bag.

your fingers tremble as you flip open the folded note.

the same blue ink, same hurried penmanship. no drawing this time; only words.

she sat, much as i did, working fervently. i couldn’t help but watch, and maybe that made me a creep, but i’d been called worse. she sat with an heir of regality, her chin held firm, eyes dancing about the room like she owned the place. not haughty or self-possessed. just sure of herself. what did that make me then? alone in my corner? i didn’t like to dwell too long, so i—

the words stop in time with the seize of your heart.

you can’t seem to look away, to look around the room again in search of your artist, your writer. your heart pounds in your chest, flush rising on your cheeks. eyes—you feel eyes on you whether they are present or not. you feel dizzy. never have you felt so… seen, so noticed. not even in past relationships have your boyfriends took such care to notice the minute details of your being.

the strange urge to vomit rises in your throat. you aren’t afraid; you aren’t creeped out.

you’re just… overwhelmed.

so, you tuck the note in your pocket and leave, careful to keep your gaze on the floor as you exit. just in case your writer is still there, still watching.

you’re nothing special, nothing like the paragraph they penned. they should get that through their thick skull before they find themselves disappointed.

you don’t return to the coffee shop until after the holidays.

it’s not that hard to stay away. the hustle and bustle of work combined with the hustle and bustle of family gatherings keeps you from finding the time for an afternoon of solace anywhere, let alone the café.

you must admit that you think of your author often, try as you might to forget them.

by now, you have the cadence of the yeats poem memorized and the prose of the paragraph tattooed on the front of your mind. each time you pass a couple in a warm embrace, you wonder what became of your writer. you wonder if they think of you as much as you think of them; if they ruminate over the possibility of a life that cannot be.

if this were a movie, you would run into your author by random happenstance. you’d bump into them at the market, spill your legumes on the floor, touch hands in your haste to right the mistake, and—boom—as you look up, it would all fall into place.

if this were a movie, you would see them in the library or the post office or the deli or—

—or the coffee shop.

you sigh as you enter the café, wishing for your author to be there, knowing they won’t be. it is enough that you’ve experienced two mysterious love notes; things like that don’t come in threes.

that’s only in the movies.

the café still has its holiday decorations up. twinkle lights hang draped across the ceiling, and music filters over the sparsely filled tables and chairs. in the post-holiday haze, you didn’t expect the café to be crowded. in all truth, the sight of few patrons eases your mind.

less of a chance to run into your author. less of a chance to reveal yourself as the decidedly uninteresting person you are.

you set your belongings down at a side table, and as you reach for your wallet, a presence hovers over your shoulder. frowning slightly, you straighten, prepared to ask the person to kindly give you some space. when you do turn, your heart leaps to your throat, and the wallet in your hand clatters to the table.

it’s your author. you just know it.

there’s something vaguely familiar about the man, about his strong nose and groomed facial hair and crystal eyes. he’s tall, warm looking, like a hot drink on a cold day or a crackling fire. his eyes scan your face as though he is worried, as though he’s uncertain of what he should do now that you’ve actually faced him.

you speak before your thoughts catch up with your heart. “you wrote those notes, didn’t you?”

he nods, and the movement—so gentle, so reminiscent of a small boy on the verge of a scolding—makes you love him all the more. “yeah.” he sighs, lifts a hand to rub the back of his neck. “yeah, sorry about that. i wanted to apologize. wasn’t sure i’d get the chance, if you’d come back again.”

you shake your head. “no, don’t apologize. please don’t apologize.”

it’s his turn to frown, and he looks up from the table. you lose your breath momentarily. god, his eyes are blue. “when you left last time i thought… well, i thought i’d scared you off.” with a rueful chuckle, he shoves his hands in his pockets. “would serve me right, too.”

“why do you say that?”

“i mean, notes on your laptop when you aren’t looking? intently watching you? kinda stalkerish, huh?”

you can’t help but smile—smile at him, at the nervous twitch of his mouth, at the way he avoids your gaze. “i guess.” on a daring move, you reach out and touch his elbow. when you touch him, he feels like home. “but i don’t want you to apologize. i like the notes. i haven’t thought about anything else since you gave me the first one.”

“really?” there’s a hopeful tone in his voice; it sets your heart on fire.

“yeah.”

“i’m writing a book—a novel, really. i saw you so often that any time i got stuck, i just wrote about you instead.”

you could kiss him then and there. instead, you tell him your name, and he grins.

“i’m gwilym.”

“tell me, gwilym.” you pull out your chair and motion to the café counter. “how would you feel if i bought you a coffee? i want to hear more about that novel.”

“i’d—i’d like that.”

he follows you to the counter, his hand brushing the small of your back.

the barista—matt, you think—looks up from the register and laughs. “holy shit, i won!” he looks over his shoulder. “hey, julie! you owe me a fifty.”

you glance at gwilym, but he’s already looking at you. you smile.

matt continues. “we had a pool to see how long it would take for you two to get together. you were always looking at each other but never at the same time. you knew that, right?” still laughing, he rings up your orders without be asked. “coffee is on us today, guys.”

as you wait for your latte to be steamed and gwilym’s chia to be poured, you tuck your lip between your teeth to stem your widening grin. gwilym is strong by your side, the perfect height for you to rest your head on his shoulder. you look up at him, at the noble planes of his face, and your chest squeezes. when he looks at you again, your chest squeezes even tighter.

maybe life is like a movie after all.

#gwilym lee #gwilym lee x reader #gwilym lee imagine #bohemian rhapsody #j writes

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Business Trip: Part 39 - For You

Author’s Note: please read the entire thing before sending me hate mail :P

Your eyes still worked, at least.

A part of you hoped that blinking would make it all go away. Would turn the terror of the past few moments into nothing more than a fleeting vision, a horrible nightmare from which you would soon wake. But no matter how many times you blinked, the scene in front of you stubbornly refused to disappear.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl. The seconds became minutes, the minutes became hours. Later you would learn that everything that happened, from the first gunshot to the moment the authorities and paramedics arrived all occurred within just a few minutes. But it felt much longer. It felt like forever.

Your first instinct is to look down at yourself, bringing your hands to your chest, searching for a wound that you thankfully would never find. You’d heard all the stories and seen the scenes in movies and TV shows - of people being shot but not quite knowing it, their brains blocking out the pain until it was much too late. Your hands search your torso, afraid you’d find the sticky wetness of your own blood - but your search is thankfully in vain.

Your eyes find Momo, perhaps out of instinct, out of some need or desire to ensure she was okay. The blue of her cropped t-shirt seemed so vibrant, oddly bright, as though your eyes were seeing it for the first time. You reach out to her, and even though she is standing only a few feet away it seemed like you would never reach her. She seemed so far. So distant. Your right hand reaches out to her, but your arm moves painfully slowly, as though you are moving underwater.

When your fingers finally touch her some indeterminate amount of time later and wrap themselves around her upper arm, it takes your brain a moment to register the sensations of doing so - the soft cotton against your palm, and the flesh and bone beneath that.

To say she was shaken was an understatement - mouth agape but not speaking, eyes wide open but seeing nothing; brain processing the data provided to her by her senses but understanding none of it.

You give her a scan from head to toe, eyes working frantically, hoping with all your soul that you would find no horrific injury, no blossom of red that would indicate a grim fate for the young woman. But she seemed okay, uninjured and in one piece, if one were to ignore the shock and paralysis the gunshots had mercilessly placed on her senses.

You are suddenly aware of the high pitched tone in your ear, a single, shrill, unending tone playing a song with only one note. You give your head a shake to try and rid yourself of it, but it carried on, heedless of your desires, selfishly determined to drown out any other sounds that could vie for your attention.

When you speak, your words, and hers, sound distant, as though spoken by a faraway person, in a language you didn’t understand, and much, much too quietly. The loud tone smothers it all, forcing you to struggle to hear every syllable.

“Momo, Momo!”

“She… Th… they-” she stutters, brain unable to comprehend what had just occurred, much less find the words to describe it.

“Momo! Momo, you’re okay you’re fine I’m okay too let’s go-” you manage to say, the syllables leaving your mouth in an uncontrolled spill of sounds. Enunciation was a foreign concept; something that only existed in a world where gunshots did not. Simpler, easier, peaceful times - times when you had full control over yourself and your senses.

It takes you a moment to realize that Momo’s eyes are locked on the floor - and the two bodies lying on it in crumpled, fallen heaps.

One of them is Nayeon, lying on her side, as though she has decided to take a nap, right there on the floor. What a silly thing to do-

Nayeon!

You move as fast as you can towards her, but as with Momo she seems so far away, so distant, when in reality she was no more than a few steps from you. But your senses have been skewed, your ability to gauge time and distance right along with them.

When you finally reach her your eyes look over her crumpled form, searching, fearing the worst. Your brain runs at a million miles a second, wondering how you could possibly treat a gunshot wound, how you could possibly stop the bleeding, how you could possibly keep her from-

Nayeon coughs, a dirty, wet sound. But she manages to speak.

“Fucking bitch shot me!”

You would have laughed if it weren’t so serious, if mere milliseconds before you weren’t fearing that she was dead or dying. Her hands clutch her chest, closing around a small tear in the dark blue of her kevlar vest.

You begin to tear the thing off her, fingers and hands working at velcro straps, fearing that the vest was providing only a temporary cover for the true damage beneath. Your fingers close around the edge of the vest’s front panel, fearing what you might see when you lift it off her small, suddenly fragile looking torso.

But there is nothing there - no bright splash of red, no crimson stain. Only the white t-shirt she wore beneath, matted to her chest with sweat. You place your hand on her side, where the bullet would have impacted, had effectiveness of modern protective equipment not kept her from experiencing the effectiveness of modern weaponry.

“Fuck!” she swears again at your touch, the curse word suddenly very close, very near to you, no longer so distant or far away. Perhaps your senses were slowly returning, shocked into recovery by Nayeon’s foul language. The pain was good, and the cursing was better - it meant she was alive, and in coherent enough condition to speak.

“Arrrgh!” comes another pained grunt to your right - and your eyes tear themselves from the pained grimace on Nayeon’s face to find Jihyo, slumped against the living room’s couch. Somewhere along the way she had managed to get on her knees and tear her own vest open. She reaches inside its folds, pressing her palm against her midsection and feeling the space where the bullet impacted against her body - but when she retrieves her hand it is blessedly free from any blood.

Her chest heaves, struggling to gulp down air into lungs empty of it. On the ground next to you, Nayeon does the same, her features contorted in pain as she struggles to rise. Both of them were knocked off their feet by the shots, but both were still breathing, and both were still alive.

Jihyo is reaching for her fallen pistol on the ground. She gets up to one foot as she makes an effort to stand, but it proves too much for her, and she falls again to her knees. She reaches for the radio at her belt, and she begins to speak as clearly as she could into it, presumably to a police channel, to report what had just occurred. Every syllable sounds pained, full of stress, as though each word took enormous amounts of effort to form and speak.

“We need- fuck! Get her… Fuck!” Nayeon says, stirring on the ground, turning as best she could until she too is on her knees. She reaches for her own pistol, fallen a few feet away from her, but when she stretches out her arm she groans in pain and clutches her side.

“Stop fucking moving,” you scold her, your words sounding a little more harsh than you were expecting, but knowing that she was injured and was risking making it worse by moving.

“She’s still… fucking out there,” Nayeon hisses, “the girls… downstairs-”

“Fuck,” you hiss, catching on to what she was implying. You turn to Momo, who was still standing there frozen, not having moved an inch. Her face is an expressionless, unmoving mask, lips still ajar, eyes still wide open.

“Momo! Momo!” you say, trying only half-successfully to reach the young woman, “Momo!”

“Y-yes?” she answers, finally, her neutral tone seemingly out of place given the circumstances - although she is still a little bit in shock, and it was all she could do to even comprehend you, let alone manufacture the words to provide a response.

“You need to get on the radio and tell the girls downstairs to watch out for Seulgi - tell them she’s armed and-”

Another loud crack, diminished somewhat by distance, but no less demanding, no less completely overwhelming to you and everyone else in the room. Another demand on your senses. Another temporary, momentary paralysis.

Another gunshot.

---

You weren’t quite sure where you found the speed, or the energy, to get downstairs as fast as you could. You realized, later, how stupid of a thing it was to do - running, unarmed, into a possible confrontation with someone who was very much armed.

You had thought that you had finally regained your senses by the time you’d reached the parking garage beneath the apartment. Time was beginning to move at a normal pace again. Your eyes and ears had caught up and recovered. Perhaps it was the adrenaline coursing through your veins that convinced you you were ready for whatever it was that awaited you. Perhaps it was the knowledge that more of your team members were downstairs, in Seulgi’s path, and that you needed to do something to protect them, or at least warn them, of what was headed their way.

You were ready, you thought, for whatever came your way.

But when you find Jeongyeon slumped against the wheel of a nearby car, Chaeyoung clutching a bloodied bandage to the older girl’s side - you realized that you weren’t at all ready.

---

“Jesus Christ,” you swear, the words once again sounding distant, far off. Time had begun to slow again, and everyone and everything moved and sounded, again, as though it was underwater. “What the fuck happened?”

Jeongyeon’s eyes flutter open, thankfully, and her lips move - but she doesn’t speak. Chaeyoung, as frantic and as frazzled as you have ever seen her, doesn’t respond either, preoccupied with keeping her hands pressed against the bandage on the left side of Jeongyeon’s torso, beneath her ribs.

“Oh my god-” comes a voice from behind you, and you tear your eyes from Jeongyeon’s pale face to realize it is Sana, having just arrived at the scene.

“Sana!” you hiss, “get us a fucking ambulance!”

“I… I’m fine, boss,” Jeongyeon manages to say through trembling lips, “It’s fine, I just need, gimme five minutes, I-”

“Stop talking,” you snap, bringing your right hand on top of Chaeyoung’s, pressed against Jeongyeon’s side. The white bandage beneath is stained bright crimson. It has begun to leak over Chaeyoung’s slim fingers, and after awhile you begin to feel the warm liquid on your palm as well.

“She- she shot her,” Chaeyoung says.

“Who, Seulgi?”

“Yeri! It was fucking Yeri. The bitch had a gun and when she heard the shots come out of the apartment she pulled it on me,” the words stumbling out of the girl’s mouth in a tumble. “She made me get out of the van and she came around back to get Jeongyeon out-”

“I thought I could take her, boss,” Jeongyeon mumbles, a slim smile appearing at her lips. Her face starts to pale, sweat forming on her forehead in heavy drops as she begins to go into shock. You reach out and press your left palm against her cheek, cradling her face as it slumps against her shoulder. You smile as best you can, although you can feel your lips tremble and your eyes water.

A thousand thoughts run through your head - none of them pleasant, none of them welcome.

“They fought and the gun went off,” Chaeyoung continues, her voice sounding quieter and quieter. She continues to talk, in a rushed and hurried tone, but the words don’t register in your brain. The only thing that exists in that moment is Jeongyeon’s glassy eyes, the softness of her cheek in your palm, and the warmth of the thick liquid seeping between your fingers.

“The ambulance is on the way!” Sana says, from somewhere distant. Your sense of sound has begun to dull, Sana and Chaeyoung’s frantic words registering as far off sounds, incomprehensible, dulled, fading away into nothingness.

“Did… did you-” Jeongyeon mumbles, the words leaving her lips in thin, airy sounds as she gasps for each breath. Her hand reaches up to yours, pressed against her cheek, damp with her sweat. With trembling fingers she searches for and finds the bracelet on your wrist.

When she finds it, a slim smile appears on her lips before her hand falls away and her eyes close, a single tear falling down her cheek.

---

One month later

---

“I’m just nervous about it, that’s all, sir.”

“You don’t have to call me ‘sir’ anymore, Dahyun. And what do you have to be nervous about?” you answer, looking over at the plane seat next to you, where the young Korean girl is trying her best to figure out a complex looking program that looked, to you, a little bit like the scrolling green text from The Matrix. After some deliberation and with the other team members already having their own areas of responsibility, it was decided that Dahyun would take over the technical requirements of your team in addition to her duties as your executive assistant.

The rest of the team had gone ahead on a slightly earlier flight with Momo and your equipment. You had to stay behind for a few hours to make final arrangements and say your farewells before you and Dahyun hopped on a flight.

“Unnie was so good at all this technical stuff. She operated all those laptops and screens and stuff like it was second nature. She could hack into a server using a paperclip and a peanut. What if I fuck something up?”

“You’ll be fine, Dahyun. You’re the most technologically inclined out of all of us. I can barely sync my iPhone to my computer without somehow deleting half my music.”

The young woman giggles softly - a rare sight over the past few weeks, for any of you. But her worries quickly return, manifesting itself in a sad smirk on her face.

“I’ll do my best. I just wish she were here with us.”

“Me too,” you say softly, your fingers moving unconsciously to touch the bracelet on your wrist. You lean back in the plane seat, hoping to catch an hour or two of sleep before landing.

“I can’t wait to get my hands on Seulgi and Yeri. For her.”

“For her,” you repeat.

---

When you open your eyes the first thing you are aware of is Dahyun’s face, staring back at you.

“Can I help you, Dahyun?” you mumble, trying your best to rub the sleepiness from your eyes.

“Mmm, I just can’t sleep, sir-” she says, catching herself and replacing the honorific with your name.

“Why is that?”

“I’ve been thinking, mostly. Of her. And of the last time we were together. With Miss Miyoui. In the locker room…”

You let a small smile appear at the corners of your lips as you remember the little four person liaison you’d enjoyed with Dahyun in the locker room of the JYP offices. It seemed like forever ago now.

“I recall that you like to watch and observe those… meetings, Dahyun.”

“I do.”

“Shame there’s no one here to record us-”

“There doesn’t need to be someone recording, ” the girl replies, her tone suddenly as sultry and seductive as you’d ever seen; something you didn’t know she were capable of. “As long as I get to watch.”

You weren’t sure how ready you were for what would be the first solo intimate interaction with your executive assistant, especially given the events of the last few weeks. But part of you also knew that a brief respite from all the heavy emotion and sadness that had overcome your lives over the past little while was welcome. As you look over at Dahyun, sitting on her side in her seat, you find a similar emotion in her eyes.

You watch as she gazes towards the end of the plane’s aisle, and the light that indicated a vacant washroom. She playfully adjusts the large framed glasses she is wearing, and she smiles, shyly, before rising from her seat.

Instead of waiting for you to make room for her legs to pass by, she straddles you suddenly in the plane seat, swinging one of her legs over until she is sitting in your lap for a brief moment, her wide hips and firm thighs resting on your crotch. Then, before you knew what was happening, she swings her other leg over until she is in the aisle. Knowing your eyes are locked to the swinging of her wide hips, she heads towards the bathroom at the end of the aisle.

You let a few moments pass before you join her.

---

There wasn’t a lot of room in the cramped airplane washroom for one person, let alone for two. But you found no reason to complain, so long as there was enough room for Dahyun to watch her reflection in the mirror as you stand behind her and slowly unbutton the flower-patterned cardigan she is wearing.

The look on her face, reflected in the small mirror, is absolutely enrapturing. For so long you’d dismissed her as a clumsy, if kind-hearted, colleague - and nothing more. Even when she’d joined you in a more intimate environment she’d expressed more interest in watching the sex unfold rather than being an active participant; although you’d be lying if you hadn’t had reminisced more than once about the way she touched herself while she watched you fuck one of her colleagues, or the lewd enthusiasm with which she cleaned a recently fucked pussy, slurping and licking your fresh cum from a dripping hole.

As you finally finish unbuttoning her cardigan and pulling its folds apart to reveal her full, round breasts, you wonder just why the hell it’d taken you so long to take this step.

Dahyun gasps in pleasure as you raise your hands and cup her breasts for the first time, squeezing the firm mounds softly, relishing in the feel of her tight nipples between your fingers. You were surprised by how endowed she was - she’d done a good job of hiding her perfect hourglass figure beneath loose jackets and skirts in the office.

You plant soft kisses on her neck, your eyes looking up at the mirror to watch her eyes glaze over in pleasure as you have her way with her chest for the first time. It surprises you to see her hands working at the button of her jeans, quickly unzipping them and pushing them down her wide hips, revealing a cleanly shaven mound and a delicious looking gap between her full thighs.

All the while her eyes are locked on her own reflection in the mirror, eyes half-lidded in pleasure behind those large-framed glasses of hers; glasses that lent her an air of innocence that deliciously juxtaposed with the filth that was leaving her mouth.

“Mmm, do me n-now, sir. Quickly, p-please. I-I can suck y-your c-cock later, a-and you can d-do whatever you want t-to me. But right now I just… I just want it inside me!”

“What was that, Miss Kim?” you ask, your lips drawn close to her ear, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair on your face.

“F-fuck… fuck me n-now, sir!”

You smile, devilishly, as Dahyun begins to stutter her words, the same way she did whenever she was turned on. You lick your lips, the smile widening, as you undo your pants and pull them down your legs, allowing your stiff cock to spring free. You press yourself against the quivering girl’s frame, pressing your hot shaft against the small of her back.

Dahyun lets a soft, wordless moan of pleasure escape her lips. You return your hands to her breasts, capturing her nipples this time in your fingertips, teasing and twisting the stiff little buds until her eyes finally shut involuntarily with pleasure; but Dahyun quickly forces them open, forces herself to watch her image in the mirror as you play with her body.

“P-please, sir, fu-fuck me now! Put.. put y-your b-big cock in-inside me!”

“You’ve wanted this for so long, haven’t you, Dahyun? All this time, watching me fuck those other girls, knowing you wanted this cock inside you too?”

“Y-yes, sir! Ch-Choa unnie said you… you f-fucked her so g-good. I… I-I want you to f-fuck me too!”

The idea of Choa relating your exploits to her replacement was a thought too delicious to ignore. Releasing Dahyun’s breasts from your grasp, you reach down with your right hand and grasp your shaft, pressing down on her upper back with your other palm until she is bent over the washroom sink. You take a moment to enjoy the feel of her hot, dripping lips on the head of your cock before you thrust your hips forward and slip inside her pussy, penetrating her for the first time.

Dahyun moans loudly as she is filled with your cock; so loud you are afraid for a moment that someone outside in the plane cabin could hear you. You immediately cover her mouth with your right hand, but all you can do is partially muffle the chorus of moans and gasps that begin to leave her throat as you begin to fuck her, your cock quickly easing into a slow but firm pace, sliding in and out of her wet, tight little pussy as best you could in the cramped airplane washroom.

It was the relief from the pain and heartache of the past few weeks, you knew, that drove you to fuck Kim Dahyun’s mewling, quivering body with a rough speed and pace that surprised you. The past few weeks were some of the hardest in your life, and the brief respite that this little liaison provided you was too tempting to ignore. There was some relief to be found in Dahyun, and some solace in the pleasure quickly building up in your loins. Her body’s reactions indicated that she had no qualms with the way you were taking her; quite the opposite, in fact, if the dripping wetness of her tightly squeezing pussy were any indication.

Your hand tightens around her mouth even as the volume of her muffled moans increases. A minute or so passes as you fuck her roughly against the sink, neither of you doing much to delay or prolong the pleasure building within your bodies. It doesn’t take her long to cum in your arms, her eyes rolling to the back of her head in pleasure as you fuck her into and through her orgasm, her pussy tightening and pulsating around you deliciously.

Satisfied that she was winding down from her orgasm and could control her volume, your hand leaves her mouth, travelling down the pale, perfect vanilla skin of her upper chest to fondle a firm, round breast. You watch, enraptured, as her full mounds bounce with each thrust of your hips against the perfect hourglass shape of her bent body. You squeeze her firm hip with your free hand, enjoying the sight of her round butt taking each thrust between them as you hammer in and out of her pussy.

You feel your orgasm approaching, and you do little to fight it. You knew what this was from the beginning - an impromptu quickie, a brief escape, a temporary respite from the pain and sadness of the past few weeks. And you didn’t feel any desire to delay the pleasure that you so desperately needed.

“I’m going to fucking cum inside you, Dahyun,” you hiss into her ear, the words more threatening than perhaps you truly desired.

“Y-yes, please, sir, p-please - F-fill me up! P-please, sir, cum in me!” she gasps in return - your tone not threatening her as you’d feared, but instead arousing her even further.

Satisfied that she was more than willing to take it, you delay your peak no longer. With one last thrust you push yourself as deep inside Kim Dahyun’s tightly grasping pussy as you could before your orgasm overtakes you and you send stream after stream of hot, thick semen deep inside her body.

It seems to last forever - as if the pent up emotions of the past few weeks were releasing themselves, at least temporarily, with each rope of cum that you sent straight from your spurting cock to splash deep into her hot wet depths. When it is all over you slump forward, bracing yourself against the sink, trapping Dahyun’s small frame against it.

You find yourself breathing heavily with a sudden exhaustion, as if all the physical demands of the past few weeks had suddenly chosen that moment to tax themselves on you.

It felt as though Dahyun’s small form, filled to the brim with your warm, fresh cum and still stuffed with your slowly softening cock, was the only thing keeping you from collapsing with exhaustion. She was clearly open to having a physical relationship with you, given her participation in at least two of your other liaisons; but you knew right then and there that she likely initiated this because she knew you needed a blissful, if temporary, relief from the weights the past few weeks had put on your shoulders.

“Thank you, Dahyun,” you whisper gently into her ear.

“Anything for you, sir,” she replies, finally turning her gaze from her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes close and she lets you hold her close for a moment more as you try to find comfort in the warmth of her body.

---

It felt like a lifetime ago when you stepped off the plane in Tokyo, Momo by your side, for the three day business meeting that had set all of the past year’s events in motion. So much had happened since then. You’d crossed paths with so many people, experienced so many things that would stay with you for the rest of your life. The version of you that stepped off the plane today was so far removed from the version of you that stepped off the plane so many months ago. That person would have seen you as a stranger.

One thing remained the same - Hirai Momo, standing impatiently outside the terminal next to a large stack of plastic containers that held your team’s gear. Next to her are Mina and Tzuyu, checking over the contents of an opened equipment bin. Standing a few feet away, conferring with each other over something on an iPad, are Nayeon and Jihyo.

A white pickup truck and a blue van pull up to the curb. Chaeyoung hops out of the driver seat of the truck, and Sana out of the van. Together the girls start loading your gear and equipment into the bed of the pickup.

Dahyun leaves your side to help the girls load the truck. Momo greets you as you approach.

“Tokyo e yōkoso,” she says, a bright but determined smile on her face that you return with one of your own. “Everything is accounted for and the team is ready to go, boss.”

“Let’s roll.”

“For her,” she says as she leans over and grabs one end of a plastic bin, motioning for you to take the other end.

“For her,” you repeat.

---

One month earlier

---

It all registered as blurs to you. Blurs of movement, blurs of sound. You see and hear it all, but register none of it.

You weren’t quite sure how you got to the waiting area outside the hospital’s operation room, nor how much time had passed since the events at Red Velvet’s apartment. The people around you buzz like bees, speaking in what were probably frantic, quick bursts - although to you they register as a dull, characterless drone, the way a voice does on TV when put through one of those machines meant to conceal the speaker’s identity.

At some point Mr. Park - JYP - shows up, finding you and clutching your shoulder with a firm hand the way a comforting father would. He takes a knee in front of your seat, staring you right in the eye as he speaks what you would assume to be words of comfort and reassurance - even if you can’t make sense of, much less remember, what he is saying. He brings you close for a hug - unexpected, but not unwelcome - before he rushes off to speak to a nearby nurse.

Others are there too - Mina, Seolhyun, Sana, Dahyun, Tzuyu, Chaeyoung - and Jihyo, her torso wrapped up with bandages. At some point she tells you Nayeon is being treated for a fractured rib, but is otherwise okay. She tells you that there’s no sign of Seulgi or Yeri, nor any idea where they’ve taken Irene, although the entirety of the city’s law enforcement is now looking for them. She is speaking in hushed tones with JYP and what you assume to be two other detectives.

The other girls take it in turn to comfort you, each in their own way and with varying levels of coherency. Mina and Seolhyun keep it together the best, comforting you and the others with hugs and assurances that everything was going to work out. The others are too overcome with emotion to do anything more than sob into your chest before one of the others - Mina, more often than not - comes to pry them away.

Throughout it all you are aware of only two things - the feel of Momo’s hand, clutching yours, and the glowing red sign above the operating room door that tells you it is in use. She never leaves your side. The sign never stops glowing red.

At some point, long after the sun has gone down, the red sign turns off, and a tired, weary looking doctor emerges from the doors.

---

“Bring me my Switch, boss. And a fucking cheeseburger.”

They’re the first words you hear from Jeongyeon, five days after the events at Red Velvet’s apartment. You had to remind yourself you were in a hospital, lest you find yourself swearing loudly at the girl.

“You’re insane, Yoo Jeongyeon.”

Jeongyeon winks, offering you a smile, before opening her arms.

“Shut up and come here,” she says, before you lean forward and embrace her as best you could given her hospital bed and her half-seated position. As you hug she grunts a little bit in pain.

“I guess no doggy style for awhile, boss. You’ll have to do all the work. I think I can still lie here and spread my-”

“Jesus Christ, Jeongyeon,” you say, half-laughing, half exasperated at the idea that a girl recovering from a gunshot wound could so easily be cracking lewd jokes. You take a moment to relish in the sight of her pale, but still vibrant face as she lies back in her bed, a soft smile on her lips.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” you ask, desperate to know what could have driven her to act so recklessly.

“I dunno, she was so tiny. I thought I could take her out. I had the jump on her when she opened the van doors, but I guess her finger slipped or something while we fought, and the gun went off.”

“Jesus, Jeongyeon, she had a fucking gun. She didn’t shoot Chaeyoung. She just wanted the van for their getaway. You should’ve just let her have it. Chaeyoung says she even freaked out a little bit after she shot you.”

“It was definitely an accident - or so I think. She stuck around long enough to grab a bandage from the first aid kit and show Chaeyoung how to use it. Thankfully she had shitty aim. Or I made my saving throw, I guess? Bullet managed to miss all my organs.”

“It might’ve been a different story if the shot went a few inches in a different direction. Why did you do it?”

Jeongyeon looks down at her hands in her lap, picking away at what was left of her bright green nail polish as she tries to find the right words.

“I wanted to prove to myself - and to you guys - that I could actually do something. You, Momo, Sana, those two cops; you’re always out there in the field, kicking ass and taking names. I’m always in the van working the fucking keyboards and staring at a screen. I wanted some of the action.”

“I don’t believe that. You tackled a girl with a gun, just so you could feel like a badass?”

“I thought I could take her, okay? I tried to use tackle, but it wasn’t very effective. It turns out Jeongyeon-type is weak against gunshot-type attacks.”

You both share an exasperated laugh.

“That’s only half the reason, anyway,” she continues. “After I heard the gunshots I thought I might need a gun. Y’know, in case…”

“In case what?”

“In case you were in danger.”

You sigh and bury your face in your hands, exasperated at the idea that Jeongyeon had risked her life - yet again - for you, even if her actions were a foolhardy gamble at best and a potentially fatal mistake at worst.

“Jeongyeon, you jumping armed people for me is the last thing I want.”

“I know, I know. It’s just - when I heard those shots go off I was afraid something had happened to you. I knew I had to get to you. And she was in my way.”

You are unable to find the right words to reply to her, and you settle instead for finding her left hand and cradling it in yours, rubbing her knuckles idly with your thumbs.

“I’ll make sure she pays for it. Her, Seulgi, even Irene, eventually. I swear it. I’ll get them. For you.”

Jeongyeon smiles - a warm, sincere smile full of affection.

“Just give me a couple of days and I’ll be good to go, boss. I just need-”

“No,” you interrupt, “I’ll get them. I didn’t say ‘we’.”

Jeongyeon is at a momentary loss for words. Then her brow furrows, and you ready yourself for the barrage of pushback she was about to unleash.

“Boss, I-”

“No, Jeongyeon. You’re staying here to recover. Seolhyun runs the Seoul office, but she’ll be looking after you. We’re going after them while you rest up.”

“What do you mean, staying here? At least give me a laptop, I can still do my job from a hospital bed. I dunno if you know, but they have pretty good wi-fi in this country.”

“That won’t help if the rest of us are leaving the country.”

“I can go-”

“No, Jeongyeon. You’re staying here. I’m not sure if you noticed, but you have a fucking gunshot wound. Your only concern now is recovery. You’re staying. That’s final.”

The girl lets a grunt of disapproval leave her lips. For a second she tries to cross her arms, but gives up when the movement causes a sharp spike of pain to shoot up her side.

“At least tell me where you’re going,” she hisses, through gritted teeth.

“Jihyo says it’s likely Seulgi and Yeri have left the country. We have them on CCTV at the airport, boarding a plane to Japan. They looked like they were taking Irene with them against her will.”

“That bitch’s days are numbered. Seulgi looked like she wanted to tear her head off.”

“Regardless, we need to go after them. We’re leaving soon.”

Jeongyeon seems upset with the prospect of staying in Korea, but you take the long sigh that she gives you as a sign that she has finally accepted your decision. When she looks over at you again her eyes are soft and glassy, filled with tears and words she wanted to say but couldn’t.

She squeezes your hand in hers, and the two of you sit there in silence for awhile with soft smiles on your lips. The prospect of parting with Yoo Jeongyeon and leaving her behind was a painful one to bear.

“Go get them for me,” she says, softly.

“I will,” you promise. “For you.”

---

Author’s Note: Please don’t hate me :P

#kpop fanfiction #kpop fanfic #kpop smut #male reader #pov smut #twice #twice dahyun #Kim dahyun

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Broken Melody - Part Ten

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven,

Summary: Grammy Award winning Emma Danvers is the first to say she has a pretty good life. But what happens when it implodes around her and it looks like things will never be the same again?

Words: 5k+

Warnings: Angst, Description of Violence and Injury, Comfort

Pairings: Emma Danvers x Lena Luthor

This Part: Lena finds out what happened to Emma. Can she save her?

Here it is! Been a stressful day due to car breaking down etc etc and so forth.

As always B!D is named.

Thank you for reading and let me know if you wanna be tagged or any general feedback will be greatly appreciated.

Taglist: @finleyfray, @life-is-hella-unfair, @natasha-danvers, @supergirl-writingz

Lena can’t shake the feeling of unease. She’s sitting at her desk, trying to work. But something doesn’t feel right. Something is wrong but she can’t place it. This confuses her immensely as yesterday had been wonderful. Lena did feel bad with how she ran out of Emma’s apartment this morning. Wanting nothing more than to turn around and push her girlfriend back into bed.

“I’m going on my lunch break now Ms Luthor.” Jess’ voice comes from her office door. Breaking Lena’s train of thought about Emma.

Lena’s head snaps up. “What?”

“Are you okay Ms. Luthor?” Jess asks, concerned for her boss.

“Yes I’m fine, it’s nothing.” Lena tries to smile to emphasise her point.

“Okay, well, I’m going to get some lunch, do you want anything?” Jess asks kindly.

“No, thank you.” Lena responds and as Jess turns to leave, Lena’s smile fades. She takes a deep breath. Picking up her phone again to see if Emma responded to her message about what she wanted to do before Emma left to head back to the tour.

But it still shows the delivered notification. Lena bites her lip in worry. Knowing that even if Emma is busy, which she shouldn’t be right now as she’s with her sisters, she will always acknowledge her messages and let Lena know she will respond when she can.

Making her mind up Lena quickly summons her chauffeur and shuts down her computer. Making sure everything is where it should be before grabbing her bag and exiting the office. She sends Jess a message explaining where she’s gone and to rearrange the few meetings scheduled for the afternoon. As Lena enters the elevator she opens her messages to Kara.

Lena: Hi Kara, are you with Emma? I’ve tried messaging her but she isn’t responding. I’m heading to hers now.

After sending the message the doors slide open and Lena makes her way to her chauffeur. Who is already holding the door open for her.

“Good afternoon Ms. Luthor.” He nods his head towards her.

“Good afternoon.” Lena says distractedly while sliding into the back seat. She buckles up as her chauffeur gets into the front and drives away from the curb.

“Where to Ms. Luthor?”

“Emma Danvers apartment please.”

Throughout the drive Lena keeps looking at her phone. It was strange that Kara wasn’t responding either. ‘Maybe she’s doing Supergirl duties...’ Lena wonders. She almost messages Alex but the car is nearing Emma’s penthouse apartment.

As soon as the car parks Lena is already unbuckling and getting out. She leans back in, “I won’t be needing you for the rest of the day. See you tomorrow.”

“Okay Ms. Luthor, have a good day.”

Lena nods, closing the door quickly and rushing into Emma’s building. As she reaches the elevator she presses the button repeatedly. “Come on!” Lena mutters in frustration.

Finally the doors slide open and Lena scrambles inside slamming her finger on the button for Emma’s floor. She paces around as the doors close and the elevator ascends. When the doors open Lena charges towards Emma’s apartment door. She screeches to a halt when she sees a DEO agent guarding the broken down door. They look up at the noise and are surprised to see her there.

“Ms. Luthor?” The agent asks carefully.

“What’s happened? Where’s Emma?” Lena asks carefully as she approaches the agent. Her eyes widen in fear and alarm when she looks past them into the destroyed apartment. She swallows to keep her emotions in check, trying to place her Luthor mask on.

The agent looks at Lena before grabbing a radio. “Wait there. Sir?”

“Go ahead.” Lena recognises J'onn’s voice and looks at the radio.

“Ms Luthor is here.”

“Standby.”

Lena frowns and looks back into the apartment. She feels sick at the sight. There’s huge cracks on the walls, windows and floor. Emma’s stuff is littered everywhere. Lena’s eyes widen again when she spots the damage done to the piano. She can even make out Emma’s phone on the floor. ‘It’s crushed.’ Lena thinks, her heart beats wildly in fear for Emma’s safety.

“Lena.” J'onn says beside her, causing her to jump.

“J'onn! What happened? Where’s Emma? Is she okay?” Lena shoots off without taking a breath. J'onn looks at her sadly which makes Lena’s heart fall into her stomach.

Lena notices J'onn swallow, like he’s trying to find the words. “Emma… Was attacked. I think it's best we head to the DEO and I will be able to fill you in there.”

Lena’s world tilts. All she heard was ‘Emma was attacked.’ A steady hand grasps her shoulders, keeping her in place.

“Lena, I’m going to take you to the DEO. Okay?” J’onn says carefully, making sure the shocked woman in front of him heard what he said. The colour had gone from her face and J'onn was becoming more worried she was going to faint.

He walks her to the end of the hallways and gently picks her up. He knows they could go in an unmarked DEO vehicle but flying will be a lot quicker and he may need medical care for the shaking woman in his arms.

-- -- --

Lena blinks and realises she’s now standing outside the medical wing of the DEO. “Can you stand?” J’onn asks.

Lena nods and J’onn gently puts her down and is guiding her into a medical room but there is no bed. J’onn motions for Lena to sit on the sofa at the side of the room. She sits down carefully. Trying to keep composed as much as she can. J’onn grabs a chair and sits in front of her.

Lena takes a deep breath. “What happened? Where’s Emma?”

“We don’t know the full details yet. But it seems like Kara and Alex were poisoned with a substance similar to Red Kryptonite and attacked Emma.” J’onn says carefully, watching as the news hits the woman in front of him. “She is currently in surgery and Kara and Alex are being held in cells until we can figure out how to cure them.”

Lena stares at the man in front of her. It didn’t compute that Alex and Kara would attack Emma. She takes a shuddering breath as she remembers the destruction she saw in the apartment.

“A-are-” Her voice trembles and is thick with emotion. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath to try to calm herself. “Are they okay? Is Emma okay?”

J’onn hesitates. “They all have a long recovery ahead of them.” In a show of compassion he reaches out and takes a hold of Lena’s hand. “I’m sorry but you need to prepare yourself. It looks like Emma might not make it. The surgeons are doing all they can but the trauma is just too severe.”

Lena’s mouth drops open. Just this morning Lena had woken up to Emma lovingly gazing at her and now she was fighting for her life. “No. No. No. No!” Lena stands and paces the room. “J’onn, you must be mistaken.” She looks at him, pleading that what he had just said wasn't true.

“I wish I was.” J’onn says softly watching Lena cross her arms tightly over her chest. Her left hand raising slightly as she thinks.

“But, it doesn’t make sense.” Lena says to herself. Her brows furrow. J’onn tries not to listen in, but Lena’s mind is practically screaming as she tries to analyse everything. Lena’s eyes connect with his again. “What happened?”

J’onn sighs, knowing he has to tell her before she hears it from another source. Already DEO lawyers have contacted the band and their team to break the news of the attack. But not disclosing any details about the attackers. J’onn wouldn’t be surprised if news stations were already broadcasting it.

“Emma’s neighbours below her apartment called the police when they heard screams and loud noises. We picked up the call and immediately went to the apartment...” He falters remembering what he witnessed.

“Go on.” Lena whispers, afraid of what J’onn would say but needing to hear it.

“I found Kara and Alex kneeling over Emma, choking her.”

Tears fill Lena’s eyes and she bites her lip, refusing to let them fall.

“I managed to get Kara off Emma and distract both of them long enough for the team to subdue them.”

“What- What makes you think Emma won’t survive?” Lena feels herself tremble as she says the words. Trying not to focus on the reality that the woman she loves could die.

“You don’t want to know.”

“I do. I love her more than anything in the world. I need to know J’onn. Please.” Even though Lena has her Luthor mask on, J’onn can see Lena is breaking beneath it.

“Please sit down.” He nods back to the sofa. Thankfully Lena complies and she sits down again. But J’onn notices her back is too rigid. Her hands grasped tightly in front of her.

They sit in silence for a moment before J’onn begins listing Emma’s injuries. “Her left shoulder is dislocated. Multiple ribs are broken and a few pierced her lungs. Major internal bleeding from multiple kicks and punches to her stomach. Her face is bruised and severely swollen. Her cheeks are cracked. And…” J’onn pauses, he moves his lower jaw, trying to keep his emotions in check. Lena doesn’t blink as she waits for J’onn to continue. “Her throat is crushed.”

Finally Lena’s mask breaks and her face scrunches up. Tears stream from her eyes and a sob escapes her mouth.

In another moment of tenderness J’onn reaches out and gently holds Lena’s shoulder as she sobs.

-- -- --

As J’onn predicted, news stations started broadcasting about Emma’s attack when the band released a statement that the tour was postponed until further notice. They purposely kept the statement vague because the DEO hadn’t disclosed the information of Emma’s attackers. Only that Emma was fighting for her life after being attacked in her home.

More security had to be placed around Emma’s apartment building as journalists and camera crews lined the street outside the building to record their segments and ask questions to anyone entering or leaving.

The news also spread like wildfire across social media. Many celebrities and musicians write about their disbelief and grief about the news. Sending their prayers and love to Emma and her family. As well as a huge outpouring of love from her fans.

And as soon as the news broke the medical room began to fill with the Superfriends.

“Should someone tell Eliza?” Sam asks gently while holding onto Lena, who is slumped against her shoulder on the sofa. Drained from her outburst.

J’onn nods. “I’ll go get her.” He moves towards the door. “Call me if anything changes.” He orders Brainy who nods while tapping his tablet.

Lena watches him go and all she wants to do is fall asleep, finding out that everything has just been one horrible nightmare. That she would awaken to the feeling of Emma gently touching her face and the room bathed in the morning sunlight. That she hadn’t ran off to work so quickly. Maybe if she had stayed none of this would have happened.

After a while the Superfriends hear running footsteps as Eliza rushes into the room followed closely by J’onn. The older blonde looks around at them. Her face terrified and pale. Her eyes glistened with tears. Nia immediately approaches her and tries to console the shaking woman.

“No change?” J’onn quietly asks Brainy who shakes his head still looking over data on his tablet. The lack of contact from the surgeons is keeping everyone on edge. They remained hopeful as sometimes no news is good news. But, it was still hard to sit and wait around.

Lena lifts her head and watches Eliza try to compose herself. Lena can’t imagine what she must be going through. To know two of her daughters have been manipulated to almost kill their baby sister. Someone they love and treasure with everything they have.

Taking a deep breath Lena unwraps Sam’s arms and slowly stands and walks towards Eliza. As Lena approaches she realises she’s never noticed that Emma’s eyes are very similar to Eliza’s. This punches Lena right in the gut.

“Lena.” Eliza notices the raven haired woman approach. She turns to her daughter’s girlfriend and opens her arms, wrapping them around the CEO.

Immediately Lena starts crying again. “I-I came to com-fort y-you!” Lena’s frustration as her emotions spills out. Again. ‘Lillian would be so proud of me’ Lena thinks sarcastically.

“We are comforting each other.” Eliza soothes gently while rubbing Lena’s back.

Lena lifts her arms and holds onto Eliza. She tries to hold the sobs back but having Eliza show her motherly love just breaks her. Nia and Sam join the hug, supporting the other two women and tears fall from their eyes.

“Excuse me.” Doctor Hamiltion knocks on the opened door. Lena pulls away from Eliza and quickly turns around. The Doctor still had her scrub hat on but had taken her surgical gear off.

Sam gently holds onto Lena’s shoulders from behind. Not liking the way Doctor Hamilton was struggling to meet their eyes.

“I’m sorry, but the wounds are too severe, we’ve done all we can.”

A high ringing noise fills Lena’s ears. The Doctor’s mouth keeps moving but Lena can’t hear her. Lena’s vision blurs. She feels someone catching her, guiding her over to the sofa and putting her head between her legs.

-- -- --

“Lena?” Sam calls to her friend softly. She immediately worried when Lena started to sway and that worry increased when she saw how ashen Lena had become. When her friend still doesn’t respond Sam tries to think over the different ways she can deliver the news to Lena about Emma’s condition.

Hearing Doctor Hamilton’s words of “Emma’s body is being kept alive by life support and we will give you time to say your goodbyes.” Broke the CFO’s heart. The fact Emma had been attacked by her sisters, even though they were under another influence, shocked Sam greatly. Her thoughts turn to Alex. How devastated the redhead is going to feel when she comes around. But no matter what Sam decides she will be there for her.

Sam looks over at Eliza. Who had also collapsed from the news and had been guided into a chair by J’onn.

Eventually Lena raises her head enough that they aren’t between her legs anymore. But she keeps her eyes closed, still feeling woozy and takes a few deep breaths.

“I’m sorry, but... we’ve done all we can.” Doctor Hamilton’s words keep repeating in her mind.

“Lena.” Brainy kneels in front of the distraught woman. “You remember the healing serum we’ve been working on?”

Lena lifts her head up slowly and looks at the alien in front of her.

“I’ve been working on it. It isn’t perfect but if my calculations are correct. It should heal Emma enough that she’s out of danger.”

“It could save her?” Sam asks hopefully and Brainy nods at her.

“What are the risks?” Eliza asks wiping the tears from her face, going into scientist mode.

“It kills her or gives her a number of compilations.”

“Not much different to what we have now. Lena? What do you think?” Eliza looks at the raven haired woman.

But Lena turns her attention to Sam. “What else did the Doctor say?” Lena can see the hesitation in her friend's eye and how Nia stiffles a sob and moves away from them.

“That Emma’s body is on life support and the machines will be turned off after we’ve said our goodbyes.” Sam says gently. Knowing she needs to tell Lena the full truth.

Lena closes her eyes and leans back into the sofa. Sam follows her movement in case she keels over.

“Lena?” Eliza slowly stands and makes her way over to the sofa. She sits next to Lena and gently places her hand on the devastated CEO. Lena jumps and her eyes snap open. She looks at Eliza with a deep sorrow that breaks the older blonde’s heart. “Should we use the serum?” Eliza says carefully.

Lena goes through her calculations again. “The- the test’s we have done, have mainly been in failure.” Lena admits quietly.

“But what if it succeeds?” Eliza asks, squeezing Lena’s hand gently. “Please try.” Eliza implores the woman her baby girl loves.

Lena places her hand on top of Eliza and nods.

“Do you need me to get anything?” J’onn asks, ready to get things going.

“My tablet which is on my desk. Other than that-” Lena looks to Brainy. “Is everything here that we need.”

“Yes.” Brainy nods his head before looking back at his tablet. “Alex’s lab will be sufficent.”

A chill runs through the friend’s after hearing Alex’s name.

J’onn leaves quickly to get Lena’s tablet. Brainy also walks to the door and waits for Lena. She stands and they head to the lab to get everything ready.

-- -- --

Brainy and Lena work carefully as they make the healing serum for Emma. Lena isn’t hundred percent certain it will work. More fifty-fifty. Which in her books is too big of a risk. Personally she would rather keep Emma’s body and brain alive until they perfected the serum. But then there is always the danger of Emma becoming brain dead anyway.

No wonder it feels like they are in between a rock and a hard place.

A gentle knock sounds of the laboratory door.

“Come in” Lena says as she looks in a microscope. She hears someone enter and the smell of food fills the lab.

“Hey.” Sam’s voice calls out. “Thought you might need refueling.”

But Lena carries on with what she’s doing. Analysing the data. Begging the damaged cells to regenerate.

“Thank you.” Brainy says taking one of the take out bags from Sam. He heads back to his desk and starts eating while looking over his tablet.

The brunette sighs softly and sits in the stool next to Lena. She places Lena’s food far enough from the samples not to contaminate anything but near enough that Lena would see it when she looks up. She also opens the take out bag and tries to waft the smell towards her friend.

When that doesn’t work Sam closes her eyes for a moment. “Lena.” When Sam re-opens them she stares at the CEO in front of her. But Lena continues to work. Sam reaches out and gently places her hand on her friend’s shoulder, causing Lena to jump. Her head snapping up at her.

Sam swallows when she sees how blood shot Lena’s eyes are.

“You need to eat.” Sam says in a motherly tone.

“I don’t have time.” Lena bites back and goes to look back in the microscope. But Sam blocks her by placing her hand over the eyepiece.

“Lena.” Sam’s tone shifts slightly to be more sharp. She watches as Lena clenches her jaw. “You need to eat. Your brain needs the fuel to keep thinking properly.”

“And junk food is the answer to that?” Lena grumbles. Wanting to just remove Sam’s hand but knowing she’d never be able to even move Sam’s pinky finger.

Sam smiles and tilts her head. “The greasy burger is mine. I got you a healthy-ish Tai meal.” Sam pulls out the clear container to show her friend she was telling the truth. “Please Lena, just for a few minutes and then you can get right back to work. I’ll even give you a few fries.”

Lena rolls her eyes but shuffles her stool towards Sam to not affect her work. Opening the lid her stomach does growl slightly. Which Lena chooses to ignore and to also ignore how Sam’s smile widens when she hears it. The friend’s sit in silence as they tuck in.

“How are they?” Lena says softly, breaking the silence.

Sam chews the rest of her burger quickly before answering. “Who?”

“Kara and Alex.” Lena’s shoulders sag slightly as she says their names.

Sam pauses before continuing. Knowing she can’t sugar coat anything. “They are still under the effect of whatever was done to them.”

Lena takes in a deep breath and sighs. “Another issue we need to fix.”

Sam nods sadly.

“Where are they?”

“In secure cells. Like the ones you placed me in.”

“Cells? They’ve been split up?”

“Yes, J’onn didn’t want to take any chances.” What Sam doesn’t tell Lena is that she snuck down to see the two Danvers sisters. It broke Sam’s heart to see them filled with such hate. How they screamed and yelled at her. Banging their fists against the force fields. She prays with all her heart that they can be cured.

Lena nods and takes another bite of her food. She can’t help but start planning how they could find an antidote for whatever Kara and Alex were poisoned with. Hoping that it will be a simple task.

But soon Lena’s mind moves back onto the issue she’s facing right now. “And-” But Lena hesitates.

“Emma?” Sam softly says. Lena eyes glisten as she meets Sam’s compassionate ones. “Do you really want to know?” Lena nods again. “She… She doesn’t look good Lena. Her face is unrecognisable and there’s so many wires and tubes. Somehow Eliza manages to hold her hand.” Sam shakes her head slightly and lowers her eyes. It had been a shock when the medical team brought Emma and the life support machines into the room. Nia had broken down but somehow Eliza had remained strong. If that had been Ruby in the bed Sam knows she would have been a huge mess. “But Eliza, well, all of us have hope that this serum will work.”

“What if it doesn’t?” Lena whispers, scared of the implications if all the work they are doing is for nothing.

“But you would have tried.” Sam says gently as she holds her friend’s hand.

“Where’s Ruby?”

“Staying at a friend’s. She wanted to be here but I couldn’t let her. She doesn’t need to see all this.”

Lena looks down at her food. Part of her wants to race in Emma’s room to see her love. But the knowledge that Emma isn’t there, not really, terrifies her.

-- -- --

They finish their meal and Sam stays in the laboratory. Looking over the data to see if she spots anything, any pattern that may help. Almost two hours later she’s sipping at her coffee Nia brought in for the trio. Something catches Sam’s eye and she blinks. Sam pauses and frowns slightly.

“Lena.” Sam says breathlessly, unsure she’s actually seeing what’s in front of her.

Lena frowns at Sam’s tone and immediately looks up from the microscope. “What is it?”

Sam holds out the tablet to Lena with shaking hands. “The seventh column, down fifteen rows.” Lena takes the tablet. “Here.” Sam points to the sequence.

Lena looks at where Sam is pointing to and her heart leaps. “Brainy!”

The alien rushes over and hovers over Lena’s shoulder to where she’s pointing to. “That’s it.” Relief fills his voice and he rushes to the machines to impute the sequence.

Lena’s eyes glisten with tears, for what feels like the millionth time that day. She places the tablet on the desk and breathes deeply. “Thank you.”

Sam quickly pulls her friend into a hug. Lena squeezes her back.

“How long until it's ready?” Sam asks as they pull apart.

“Probably until morning.” Lena bites the corner of her lips in worry. “The serum will be finished before then but I want to analyse it. To make sure.”

“Lena.” Brainy calls from the computers and the duo go over to him. They look at the data and Lena nods. Brainy presses the button and they watch the machines whirling to life. Gathering the ingredients and mixing the serum.

They wait in tense silence as the machines work. Praying it would be enough to bring Emma back from the brink.

-- -- --

Sam jumps awake as her head flops off her hand. She blinks and shakes her head. Feeling a bit disorientated. She looks at her watch, reading it was six in the morning. Her gaze moves to Lena and Brainy who are looking at the serum through microscopes.

Yawning Sam quietly gets up to bring the three of them some coffee from the staff cafeteria. It wasn’t the best but would be enough to keep them going. But no sooner as she opens the door Nia is standing there, ready to knock with a tray of take out coffees and pastries.

“Oh my god I love you!” Sam moans at the smell and holds the door open for Nia to walk through.

Nia smiles at her and chuckles while going to the center of the room and placing the tray and bag down.

“How’s things going?” Nia asks Sam, knowing Brainy and Lena will be too focused to respond.

“Okay, I think.” Sam hums when she takes a sip of her coffee and a bite of her pastry. “They’ve been at it for hours.” They both look at Brainy and Lena who continue to work. “How’s everyone?”

“James left ages ago. Kelly still hasn’t shown up and I can’t get hold of her. J’onn’s doing patrol as Supergirl and Eliza was asleep when I left to get the coffee.”

Sam nods as she takes another bite of her pastry, but she frowns. ‘Surely Kelly would have heard by now?’

“What?” Nia sees Sam’s frown.

“I’m just wondering where Kelly could be.” She takes a sip of her coffee. “If I was Alex’s girlfriend I would be here. No matter what I had planned. But I’m not… So-” Sam quickly takes another bite of her pastry and looks away from Nia, who raises her eyebrow slightly. But as Nia goes to open her mouth Sam continues talking. “Any update on the news?” She looks back at the younger woman.

“Just vague details, that Emma was attacked and is in critical condition. It’s mainly been a lot of posts by celebrities and fans.” Nia sips her coffee, deep in thought. “It’s funny actually, a report did say there has been a huge increase in streams of the band’s music since the attack.” Nia shakes her head. “How cruel that they are introduced to her music through this.”

“Yea.” Sam agrees softly.

-- -- --

Finally Lena lifts her head. Wincing slightly at the crink in her neck. She massages it to try and relieve the tension. She sniffs the air and -

“Coffee.” She turns to the desk Nia and Sam are sat at. They both look up at her as she rushes over to get a drink. Nia picks Lena’s order up, glad it's still hot, and hands it to her. “Thank you.” Lena says gratefully.

“You’re welcome.”

“Is it ready?” Sam asks hopefully.

Lena nods gently while taking a sip. “I think so.” She looks over at Brainy who also looks like he’s finishing up.

“Can you give it to Emma right away?”

“Yes.” Lena hesitantly says, which both women pick up.

“What’s wrong?” Sam frowns.

“I’m just worried it won’t work.” Lena takes another sip of her drink and looks at Nia. “You haven’t had any dreams by any chance?”

Nia shakes her head sadly.

“Ah coffee.” Brainy appears beside Lena and takes his cup. “I believe the serum is as good as we are going to get it. Within the time frame we have had of course.”

“Well sit and finish your coffee and pastries, a few more minutes won’t hurt Emma.” Sam orders, surprisingly they both listen and sit on the stools next to the two women.

After they finish Lena goes over to the machines and carefully reaches out. Picking up the phial containing the golden coloured serum.

“What are you going to call it?” Nia asks as she stares at the little phial.

“If it works-” Lena tilts her head to think. “Phoenix.”

“Arising from the ashes.” Sam smiles in approval. “Ready?”

Lena nods and heads towards the door. The quartet walk in sync towards Emma’s room. But as they near Lena suddenly freezes and her chest tightens.

“Lena?” Sam asks gently, seeing the slight fear on her friend’s face. She looks at Nia and Brainy who carry on walking into the room. When they open the door the noise of the machines fill the hallway. Causing Lena’s breathing to pick up and she backpedals against the wall. “Hey, hey, Lena. It’s okay.” Sam gently reaches out and holds her friend’s shoulders. “Emma is going to be fine. The sooner we can give her the phoenix serum, the quicker she can heal. Okay?”

“Okay.” Lena takes a deep breath. They start walking towards the door again and Sam reaches for her friend’s hand. Which Lena is grateful for, she needs something to anchor herself.

Lena takes another deep breath and enters the room. She stops abruptly and her face distorts when she sees Emma. Nothing on the bed resembles her girlfriend, other than the blonde hair, which is partly hidden away.

“Lena.” Eliza calls out softly. She stands slowly. Observing how Lena is trying to hold it together but the woman before her is clearly breaking. So Eliza carefully approaches, grateful that Sam is behind the distraught CEO. “Lena.” Eliza says again. But Lena’s eyes don't leave her daughter. “Can I have the phial?”

Lena nods slowly and holds out her hand. Her eyes briefly go to Eliza’s grateful ones before looking back at the wires and tubes keeping Emma alive.

Eliza looks at the small phial in her hands before quickly turning towards the bed and handing it to Doctor Hamilton. Who picks up the syringe and prepares it.

“Is there a better place to inject? Or will the cannula do?” Doctor Hamilton asks Brainy.

“Yes, the cannula will be fine.”

“Lena, shall we sit?” Sam asks gently. Lena doesn’t respond but Sam maneuvers her into a chair next to Emma’s bed.

“Has it worked?” J’onn asks as he enters the room.

“I’m just injecting it now.” Doctor Hamilton says as she pushes the plunger down.

Everyone seems to hold their breath as they wait to see if the phoenix serum will work.

(Part Eleven)

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ser-rctslcyer · 4 years

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Sweet Home (2020)

First of all this is going to major major spoilers from the show, so don’t read if you are still trying to finish!!!

I’d like to start off by saying that this is my opinion, thoughts and feelings about the show(I watched all of it). I will be comparing events in both the Webtoon comic and the Netflix TV series. Also again it’s been awhile since I have read the Webtoon from beginning to end so sorry if there’s some misinformation (apologies if any of the names are spelled wrong or out of order too, I using the wiki page to write out the characters name from the show as they changed names a bit) but here we go.

(1) Pacing Issues

I’d like to start off and say the show has a lot of pacing issues. Throughout the show there are a lot of events that happen so quickly and sometimes bizarrely. From the transformations, to the introduction of characters, and the movement of the plot. One of the odd things that stood out was the bizarre news broadcast which was showcasing weird and scary visuals, as it explained the ‘rules of monsterization’ (you think that for global news that big, you wouldn’t want to cause global panic, but insist on showing the visuals that would put even more anxieties in the people at that time. Also why didn’t they cut it off when the dude first started having a nosebleed).

Next I know Hyun was only supposed to be there for a week before everything started going down, but literally it just felt like a day. It didn’t seem to establish enough of his situation for the audience. I understand that adaptations like this are made for the niche audience of those who have either watched/read the original source material, however everyone should strive to have a story for anyone to view that they could understand and follow. It feels like immediately we get into the craziness that is thrusted upon all of the characters.

Another thing that threw me for a loop was the way the ‘Blind Monster’ quickly transformed, it was just so fast. One moment he is the random human and then the next he’s standing up full monster. I think it would’ve been way cooler to see him transform fully, which I think would have been the first (full) transformation to see on screen. It’s one of the coolest monsters in the comic AND IT GETS PUNKED SO QUICKLY IN THE SHOW!!!

I get making the montage when Hyun met Du-sik, and how he went there to get his weapon made but it felt weird that they quickly figured out that they could use the phones to detect the monsters. It seemed so very rushed, and again one of the many things that probably would give the audience whiplash. Then when he meets up with Ji-su(Ji-soo) and Jay-hun did he teach them that the phones can work to detect monsters??? I mean they talked to each other all of two seconds before going back out to save the kids.

Hyun also went so quickly into his madness phases (his alter)? I swear they just really threw that in there so early by episode 2-3 . It seemed so random again as there wasn’t really much build up to show his ‘desires’ side. It was so abrupt especially because they hadn’t ‘laid out’ Hyun’s character yet, enough to introduce his alter ego fully like that. It didn’t really showcase Hyun’s struggle a lot to defy the his alter; mainly seemed like they used the alter to explain why Hyun is the way he is, which happens in the comic but again the show just kind of makes it feel like the alter is sorta just there to give us more exposition.

There’s a lot more pacing issues which I could get into but I think that would make this entirely much longer than it has to be.

(2) Continuity Issues

There’s also a ton of issues with continuity of the story too. The first glaring one that comes to mind is this both the power issue and the no internet service. In the show it establishes toward the end of episode one that there is no service, as the big group is on the first floor wondering why they are locked into the building. That’s at episode 1, which then in episode 2 opens up to Hyun still playing games on his computer, the group watching the news broadcast and Hyuk reading the initial first article about the outbreak being a ‘curse’. Now I’m not a tech savvy person, but when there’s no service, I’m pretty sure you aren’t able to do any of those things. Then when the Netflix original character, Seo Yi-Kyung, the ex firefighter/special forces decides to send a picture of the dead guy’s body to his family when there is no service; how is that possible? (Also was I the only one who found that to be completely odd and mean, as she saw a picture of his family? I understand it set us up for her story and how she’s trying to uncover secrets from her long lost fiance but it seems out of pocket as well as a dick move.) But that again loops back to the point that there is no service in this place, it’s been said many times so it just irks me more because that is such a big glaring issue, which should’ve been caught by someone reading the script.

Then there is when the power goes out. It shows Hyuk at the cameras when the powers go out and the cameras all shut off. But when he comes back to the camera with Seo Yi-Kyung, the camera’s are back on. Is it possible for them to be running on a separate generator, perhaps. However they showed the cameras going so then again, I can’t believe that there is a separate generator because again they showed them all shutting off; so again another continuity error. During that same scene I also could have sworn the lady also was looking at the cameras and saw the monster on screen, but apparently not because as she returns she punches Hyuk in the chest. I thought it was really weird because again he pointed and even showed which camera it was where she had to turn the power back on, yet she didn’t see the monster at all? Not only that too but I thought too she knew the risk she would be taking, as they were unaware of what other monsters could be in the building, however I guess not since she came back so defensively.

Another issue I have is the strength of Protein. Protein is first shown in episode 3 when Hyun has gone to rescue the kids and bring them back to Dusik’s room. Hyun begins to have a nosebleed and then his alter comes to him in his head and he tells the kids to go on without him. They run into Protein who if I remember correctly knocked Hyun through the door. As Hyun is still dazed and the kids are dragging him away, Protein takes about 5+ hits… to break through a wall. This giant hulking mass of a monster, takes more than 5 hits to finally bust through a wall, does that seem right to you? The later when he fights [the lady who lost her baby] and when he pouches her, it almost feels like a push with how far she flies, even though he reared up for that punch. Anyway later on in episode 8 I believe, when Protein comes back, he quickly demolishes their armored car, so much that it looks nearly if not just like a pile of scrap. One could argue that yes, when he comes back and attacks the group, he’s supposed to be in his ‘rage mode’ of sorts, so that could be what makes him stronger. However he’s a towering hulking monster, seems to not do that much damage, to both the surroundings around him and then to the few people he smacked around. It just seems weird how he had different strengths each time he appeared. I know again that sometimes adaptations do tend to nerf characters, however I found it weird how they seemingly tried to do that in the show. I was sure that Jae Heon’s sword wasn’t able to slice Protein at all in the comic (or maybe he was in his rage mode at that point) either way though the nerfing of Protein’s character seemed to flip flop from whatever they seemed fit.

(3) Monsters

Which this can lead into the monsters. Now each monster in Sweet Home has different power sets and abilities than the other, however one consistent thing in the comic at least is that most of them are actually pretty sturdy and tough for the group to beat. A lot of the monsters, it takes time, effort, and a lot of learning for the group to figure out how to kill them.

Let’s start off with the Tongue Monster. The Tongue monster is one of the first ones the group initially encounters; its terrifyingly tall stature is already unsettling enough, there’s the gaping hole of a mouth with a powerful tongue. Now the effects that for the opening of the mouth were a little wonky, but something I could look past. However my main problem was that this monster single handedly got the most kills in the show out of all the other monsters. In fact he was the only monster to get kills, which is very disappointing to see when you have all these cool monsters that could have different and interesting kills. (I’m not counting Mr. Kim and Jay hun’s death simply because that was a self sacrifice on Jay hun’s part. Nor am I counting any of Jung Wooi-myung kills because he was a half monster also he didn’t go full monster to kill anyone). In the comic, the Tongue monster had gotten 2 kills which one of those happened to be another monster (Mr. Kim).

Eyeball monster was alright, and did what it needed to do.

The Blind monster, who is for a doubt, one of the most terrifying and troublesome monsters in the comic. Like both in the show and the comic, he originally attacks Ji-su first, but then Jayhun comes and saves her by slicing off it’s head. The two leave think it was dead but that’s when the true terror starts as he was monsterized enough to survive it’s head being cut in half but unable to regenerate its head fully. Since it fully relies on sound, it makes it more deadly as it shoots out branch-like tendrils with great speed. This is deadly for the group as they have to make sure they travel quietly as possible to avoid being killed by the agonized creature. I did enjoy how the show included when Hyun first opened his door to it being right there, as that was a very suspenseful moment, and showed us another big threat that the people in this apartment building would face. The Blind monster is only around for 23 chapters in the comic which is roughly he’s in there for about 16.43% of the story (not including the flashback in the later chapters). While that number is small to you, the Blind monster is one of the iconic monsters as well as one that sets an even bigger tone for the dire situation the characters are in. He didn’t feel like much of a threat in the show, as I think also in episode 3 he gets killed by Protein after their ‘cheesy’ fight. In the comic, the Blind monster only killed one human (shown in a flashback as it was the slime monster’s mother) and was killed by Eun Lee. I will say he was one of the better looking monsters in the show and I give props for both the practical effects and special effects they used to create him.

The one I hate the absolute most is, Speed monster. His design was awful to me and sort of out of all the designs in the show he was the most out of place for me and just weird. He served his purpose though, the design they did for the show makes him comical rather than scary. In the comics, he does kill one in a flashback and then is killed by Hyun Cha.

Reach monster is another one I think the show did really well, design wise. However the narration when reading the guys journal to figure out why he had become a monster was a good idea how the execution of it seemed so jarring as we were already moving back to the characters of that scene and ultimately doesn’t get the audience to really get invested into the thought that anyone could turn into a monster over seemingly any desire.

Protein or the Steroid monster is another great and iconic monster from the comic, which in the show he seemed much less of a big deal than in the comic. The continuity with his strength seems to vary all throughout the show. He takes 5 hits to break one measly apartment wall, 1 attack to almost demolish a car (which I think he just smacked away because it didn’t seem like he rushed it), and he ended up getting crushed to death by on-fire debris. The strength and speed of Protein is what makes him another big problem for the group yet in the show, they sort of deal with him quickly. In the comic, Protein kills the Tongue monster in a fit of rage and also Seop Ahn (Seob An) who he crushes his skull with one singular punch. He’s later killed by the criminals that invade the apartment as they ram him with a bus and then eventually set him on fire. Protein was seemingly lack-luster in the show and honestly wasn’t as terrifying as I thought a 10 foot monster should be.

Mr. Kim (Security Guard) is another monster that comes back out of nowhere in the show to kill Jae-heon (Jayhun). I found it weird that they didn’t show Mr. Kim, as in the comic he’s seen a couple times wandering before it comes to the other realization that he’s in fact a monster. Also in the comic, Mr. Kim is a strong and sturdy monster, his thirst for vengeance against the tenants whom some harassed him make him out to be a very tough monster for the group to beat. When he starts rampaging to kill the other survivors it is Jayhun who rushes to try to stop him by tackling him however he’s unable to move him. Mr. Kim threw him to the ground and then stomped on Hayhun’s head, crushing his skull. It takes the Tongue monster for Mr. Kim to finally be weakened enough for them to kill him. Jayhun’s death impacts the group but also mainly impacts Ji-su and Hyun both, however in the show they don’t really show it changing Hyun. I do appreciate the different take of this in the show, in fact I think that is one of the best scenes in the show. I also think Ji-su’s pain and anguish after was really well done. I’m fine with the debuffing of Mr. Kim but I do kind of wish he played a bit of a bigger part.

The live actions’ original creepy crawly monster I thought was a pretty decent design although some of the cgi for it is a bit of an eye twitch but again I can look past it. The monster itself resembled a spider, it uses webbing to capture and hold it’s victims.

The Slime monster I think was also another monster I like how the show did. It served its purpose well, and helped a bit show how some of the monsters aren’t necessarily as evil as the survivors may think.

Seok Kim monsterization form was awful, he just looked like a giant walking talking hairball. At first I didn’t know who it was, and I found it stupid Sun Ahn (Seon Ahn) knew it was him; like how do you tell from underneath all that hair? I’m glad they kept it the same and had his wife kill him. Also wish they showed more of him losing his mind and talking to his alter, as in the show he really turned out of nowhere, kinda odd.

(4) Military Subplot

I hate the military subplot, it’s such a stupid and overused trope especially with adaptions like this and honestly in never really works for it. The whole thing with the military knowing about this monsterization process before the initial outbreak and them trying to weaponize the ‘special infectees’ just really bogs down the story in my opinion. One of the reasons why I love and adore the comic is because it’s about a group of strangers, who don’t really know each other, trying to work together as a unit to survive. They have to learn how to use the materials around them and each other to fight off the monsters. Which they do in the show but when the show’s ‘criminals’ show up and they all have guns, it gets boring for me there (I’ll go into them later). The military subplot I know is setting the series up for a second season and probably will introduce other elements as well but ultimately it takes away what the comic had originally built; the suspenseful tension of being trapped in a building with people who could easily turn on you or turn into a monster and kill you.

(5)Characters and Relationships

Now let’s talk about characters and relationships. Brace yourself, this is going to be a long ride.

Hyun

Hyun was honestly I think is the worst adapted character in the show. The show felt like it dumbed down his character greatly. He’s the main character of the comics but the show treats him like a side character, especially at the beginning of it, as it tries to push some of the other character’s narratives first. From a creator’s standpoint I think it was a poor decision because I didn’t build up the same attachment to him when I had read the comic; most of the time he was on screen I completely didn’t care. The way the show portrays him is almost delicate since he’s pretty socially inept but the show makes him feel boring and plain by this fact. In no way am I saying he was a happier more confident person in the comic but the comic had clearly shown his character development and how his growing confidence pushed him to be a better person. The show however speeds past this process which again gives the audience no emotional attachment to the character. If there had been more scenes with him and his internal struggle, that were fleshed out it would have changed his character development immensely.

Because of how the show did him, he also ends up not making friends with some of the group members as he did in the comic, Ji-su being another one of the things that irked me about the show. Hyun’s and Ji-su’s growing relationship in the comic is a big reason for his character development. Ji-su pushes Hyun socially but also Hyun finds strength to stay human as long as possible and help others. Not to mention Ji-su is one of the few that actually cared for him when everyone was against him. In the show they barely have any interaction and Ji-su acts way more defensively around Hyun. I found it so awkward when Hyun lost control to kill the other half monster and Dusik, and she was talking about how she was glad Hyun wouldn’t have to remember all of that. I know the show was trying to show her caring side for him but ultimately it’s lost to me because they never built up a relationship between the two of them. Jayhun and Ji-su’s relationship completely overshadows anything they had tried to do with Ji-su and Hyun. Hyun and Eun’s relationship in the show is kind of mediocre and I don’t really care for it since Eun’s character is very annoying to me throughout most of the show. Hyun’s closest relationship in the show was with Du-sik and even still they didn’t really build up the relationship that much. They had a couple scenes here and there but they never really showed that connection that the two of them built in the comic.

Hyun’s quick flip into madness or his alter happened relatively fast and also it didn’t seem like he was fighting internally with himself much; again something I wish they went more in depth with, showing how strong Hyun’s character really is. Even with the flashbacks to his past, that they only used for a couple of episodes, they didn’t still do much to grow his character.

The show makes him a total blank slate and a completely flat character throughout the show. He never grows to really be much of a character and is definitely a weak spot in the show.

Ji-su

Ji-su gets a decent amount of focus and attention in the show but her character does seem to be different than her comic counterpart. I think they did a good job on showing the relationship between Jae-heon and Ji-su. I think they capitalized really well on showing that working relationship. I wished they showed more of the growing relationship rather than kinda taking Ji-su out of the game with both her having her first nosebleed and then having her bursting appendix problem. Which I don’t understand why they didn’t have her get hurt in the garage raid like in the comic? They could’ve kept the reasons the same to have the group attempt to go outside but instead they took her out, just to get the group to go out? I get maybe they were trying to ground the show in a bit more of reality by trying to show how no matter what situation anything is truly possible. Still however it kinda suck not seeing Ji-su in action

Another part I didn’t understand is Ji-su’s reaction to people around her turning into a monster. When Jae-heon and her come to Hyun’s rescue and find out he’s becoming a monster, she becomes aggro and tells Hyun that she’ll kill him. However later with Im Myung Sook (the lady with the dead baby girl) who she goes to check on after she watched her attack Protein, she seems so worried. Then when she sees the claws, she goes back to being aggressive and defensive towards her becoming a monster. It seemed odd to me because why was she so harsh with Hyun but then acts worried for a lady she’s seen get tossed by a giant monster? Did she really not think that she wasn’t becoming a monster after that? Those small little character decisions really threw me for a loop because I couldn’t wrap my head around how any other person who acts these two distinct ways to both people they don’t really know. Again I wish they also tried to pursue that relationship with her and Hyun. Overall her character is done pretty well in the show, I still enjoyed her character.

Jae-heon (Jayhun)

The show I think pretty much nails most of Jae-heon’s character. I think they honestly did a great job of adapting his character. Jae-heon’s character is definitely my second favorite, as I liked the way they built him up in the story. I did enjoy the way they killed him off the show, that noble sacrifice was very well suited for him.

Lee Eun-Hyeok(Hyuk)

Hyuk is the most comic accurate character for me and definitely was my favorite from the show. I think they did a great job establishing the coldness of his character but also growing to show his true caring side. One thing I don’t understand was the fact he decided to stay behind. I understand he was going back to see first if he could convince Hyun to go with the group but also that he was turning into a monster. The rest of the group knows Ji-su was becoming a monster, why did he not just go with them as well? I didn’t see the point of letting himself get crushed by rubble whenever the group is also escaping with another person who is turning. I know this is probably to set up Eun’s sort ‘redemption’ arc in the next season and also maybe he could potentially return if they decide to bring him back. Overall I think that they did his character justice for the most part of the show, he was really well done.

Lee Eun-Yu(Eun) Eun is a completely different character than her comic counterpart. She’s a total asshole throughout most of the show up until the last 2-3 episodes though until she finally decides to show an ounce of human emotion. Honestly I have no clue why they changed her character, it seemed like such a weird thing to do for this adaptation. Her character also stays pretty flat too which is seemingly funny because when she tries to do nice things, like comfort Ji-su after Jae-heon’s death, and explain her story of how she’s trying to repay her brother, it all fails to make me want to care for her. She was so aggressive from the jump and insanely rude to everyone. Usually the ‘take no shit’ kind of characters I do tend to enjoy, if done right they can be both badass, hilarious, and one of the greatest characters in any series. In this case however I just wanted her to stop being an ass to everyone. In the last few episodes, I see how they were really trying to show the change that was going to happen to her character but at that moment I couldn’t bring myself to even try to care really for her character. She’s definitely one of the worst adapted characters in the show.

Wook

Wook I feel is an entirely different mess than Eun. I get changing things to make certain, not as fleshed out characters who are prominent in series have more importance but honestly I found it interesting they made Wook one of those, because he has a perfectly fine backstory in the comic. In the show they call him a ‘gangster’ a lot (which happens in the comic) but unlike the comic they never state that he’s an ex-police officer. It seems that in the show he’s sort of like a private detective (if you wanna call it that). The show makes him seem like this cool and collected tough loner who kinda just takes everyone else’s orders. In the comic he’s more of a secondary leader for the group which would have been a good element to see in the show is him and Hyeok butting heads. His character seems almost pointless, as he’s really only there to also do the ‘heavy lifting’ (missions) with Hyun. His character was another sort of 180 from his comic counterpart. I found his character to mainly be comical because he was unbothered by everything; he just didn’t give a fuck.

Seo Yi-Kyung

I’m probably going to be the only one that says this but I did not care nor like her character. It’s because I hate the military subplot to this story and since that’s mainly where her story lies, I can’t honestly bring myself to like her. She’s too plot convenient and honestly I’m still trying to figure out what she’s going to gain when she finds her fiancé she knows was turning into a monster and apparently ‘changed’. I understand it’s probably closure but to go as far to sell out a child who you barely even know, to people you barely even know in hopes of maybe finding your fiancé, to only be again sad when you discover you aren’t going to be able to save him as he’s already a monster, I just don’t get it. It’s a very weak plot line in my opinion and again wish they didn’t add the military subplot. Her character too is another flat character, as she doesn’t go through much change only in changing her mind about selling out Hyun to the military when she realizes that it’s essentially not worth it.

Criminals The criminals are just basic, on their very copy pasted stereotypical villain shit that we must ‘kill all monsters’ but oops we accidentally invited a half monster into our group. They annoyed the shit out of me and angered me even more as they somehow collectively got more kills than the monsters in this show.

Jung Wooi-myung (the other half monster)

So from what I could tell Jung Wooi-myung is like this leech monster that didn’t die when Hyun stabbed him with his arm wing. He also probably infected Wook’s body in the end. He plays the generic role of convincing Hyun to join his side since people won’t ever accept monsters which is true. Ultimately didn’t even care for him.

(6) Hyun’s Monster Transformation

This needed to be its own category for the simple fact that the whole scene sequence was utterly atrocious. For starters why did there need to be a mini eclipse for Hyun to transform ONE arm into this barbed spiked wing? That seemed to be thrown in for aesthetic purposes more so than having an actual reason behind it, as this was something that did not happen in the comics. Hyun’s arms transformation just seemed so bizarre. I would have been perfectly fine if the show black veins rushing through his body and him being stronger because of it, sort of like how the comic does it. However this one arm wing just seems completely dumb to me. Why would you make it a barbed wing? Why not at that point do a blade arm or like something that’s also better at bludgeoning monsters with?

(7) Final Consensus

I had initially come into watching Sweet Home with low expectations as time has taught me before that things I want that get live action adaptations may not always be that good. I set the bar low in hopes that the show would do something ultimately to get me happy and excited for watching it. Sweet home never hit that spot for me though. As I was watching I began noticing how the pacing seemed to just go out of it’s way on some points and there were continuity errors staring me right in my face. The story didn’t captivate me like the comic did, not even in the slightest. I spent most of my time watching, laughing because of the absurdities and then pondering why certain events had gone down the way the show did them. I understand that with adaptations things may change but I feel like with the adaptation with Sweet Home it changed too many key elements of the main story that were important for making the story what it is. My rating for Sweet Home is a 1/10. This definitely is not something I would watch again.

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sunasrintarhoe · 4 years

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Cat got your Tongue?

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsuro X GN!reader

Word Count: 2K

Summary: Maybe summoning a cat demon wasn’t the greatest idea… TW: Demon summoning and fluff

A/N: This is not accurate what so ever . I just really like the thought of summoning a cat demon named Kuroo. I really wanted to get a little something out before my inactivity gets too obvious lmao, feel free to request because requests are now open!! I will be putting out a list of Characters that I am willing to write for, so be looking out for that. Anyways I hope y’all enjoy!

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Every night since you had completed the ritual, or so you thought, you had been having this one weird dream. It always started out with a black haired man with bright yellow eyes looming over you with a small smirk on his face. He always said the same thing.

“You know, for someone so smart, you really don’t know how to read instructions all the way through…”

He would laugh and walk away from the side of your bed to your desk and pick up the old, dirty paper that contained the instructions to summon a Bakeneko, then scoff and you would hear the faint sound of a piece of paper being crumpled and thrown onto the floor.

The man would walk back to your bed and lean over you again whispering, “Offer me something, (Y/N). Pictures… Memories… You…” He would lean over further almost as if to kiss you, then you would wake up. Your heart racing, your palms sweating. Sometimes with a headache, but that could have been because of the seasons changing. Your alarm would go off after about five minutes and you would be forced to get out of bed and get ready for work.

Working at a bakery, definitely wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Especially when your boss was the one and only Miya Osamu. You two had grown up together and became best friends over your mutual love for food. Like Osamu, you dreamed of opening your own restaurant, but when you did, business was slow and hard to come by, which forced you to close down. Since, Osamu had opened Onigiri Miya a few years prior and was looking to branch out, he offered to buy your bakery, along with giving you a position as a manager. Of course you happily accepted and the next day you were sitting pretty with 15 million yen in your bank account. He had the place remodeled and within a month, your bakery was changed to Pastry Miya.

It seemed like you were always busy. The name Miya certainly made a difference and sometimes you wondered if people ever realized that the bakery was run by the same person. Today was different though. Today was the day that Osamu wanted to release the fall exclusives and you just weren’t feeling it. Despite going to bed early, you felt like you were running on no sleep. Coffee didn’t seem to help and you seemed to be swaying on your feet.

Sluggishly, you walked into the building and back into the staff room. As you were putting on your apron, Osamu walked in. “Yo, (N/N). I need you to- Are you okay?” He asked, concerned, to which you replied with a small smile, “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just a bit tired.” “You certainly don’t seem like a bit tired” He put the back of his hand up to your head and hummed. “ You don’t have a fever, do you feel sick?” You pushed his hand away, “Not at all, like I said I’m just tired.” You tried to walk around him, but he grabbed your wrist. “What happened?” He asked, pointing to a small bruise on your hand that you hadn’t noticed. “Oh? I have no idea, I don’t remember getting that…” You noticed the beginning of a bruise under your sleeve and pulled it up, only to be met with what seemed like a hundred more bruises.

“Okay, what the fuck, (Y/N)? You’re not okay. You need to go home.” Just as concerned as he was, you looked up at Osamu with wide panicked eyes. “This makes sense.” “What does?” “The bruises, the tiredness, the recurring dreams about the incomplete ritual. It all makes sense.” “Ritual?” Osamu practically yelled, “What ritual?” You smiled sheepishly. “Well, you know how my cat died like six months ago?” He nodded,”Well, I’ve been really lonely and I saw this ritual at an antique that is supposed to summon a cat and I thought I should try it out…” Osamu’s jaw hit the floor. “YOU SUMMONED A DEMON?!” “yes…” He turned you around and untied your apron. “You can’t come back until you fix this.” Osamu pushed you out the door and slammed it shut.

“I guess I’ll go home then.” You mumbled to yourself and made your way to your car.

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When you entered your apartment, the first thing that you noticed was the darkness. None of the sunlight seemed to be streaming through your light pink curtains. The next thing you noticed was the pentagram in the middle of your living room with the instructions on how to summon a cat demon in front of it. “Well shit.” you mumbled and sat down in front of the pentagram. You picked up the instructions and read through everything. “Ah, here. You must offer the demon something precious to you.” You looked around, “Something precious to me… something precious to me…” You turned to the first thing you saw. It was a picture of your cat that had passed away six months prior. “Oh, baby… How I miss you.” You placed the picture in the middle of the pentagram and sat on your knees. With a puff of smoke, the picture was gone. “What the hell?” “A cat? Really?” A deep voice spoke from within the shadows. You quickly turned around only to be met with two long legs. Looking up, you gasped. Standing before you was the man that had been appearing in your dreams. “You!” “Me!” He mocked. “ Who are you?” The man smiled and crouched down to you. “The name’s Kuroo Tetsuro. I was partially, now fully, summoned by you.” He winked. “But I thought I was summoning a cat…” He got up and walked a few paces away. “You did.” In an instant a black cat appeared in front of you and Kuroo had disappeared. The cat sauntered its way in front of you and sat down.

“I will be with you for as long as your cat stays precious to you, once the cat loses meaning, I will go back to my realm and take your soul with me.” The cat spoke. You froze. “FUCK! OF COURSE I’M STUPID ENOUGH TO SUMMON A DEMON AND NOT EXPECT FOR MY SOUL TO BE EATEN.” You yelled to the ceiling and Kuroo ran behind the couch, startled.

Kuroo crept out from behind the couch when he realized the screaming was over, “I never said your soul would be eaten, I just said if your cat loses meaning to you, your soul will be dragged to the demon realm.” He blinked. “Same difference!” You snapped at him. You got up and sighed. There wasn’t anything you could do about it now, but at least you weren’t so lonely.

Kuroo had turned back into a man and wrapped his arms around your waist. “What are you doing?” You asked, trying to push him away. “You’re cold. Humans can’t stand being cold from my experience. Your cells don’t do well with the cold and start to shrivel up and die causing irreversible damage-” You tuned him out as he began rambling about the different effects of being cold. “-I just want to make sure my human is okay.” He purred.You relaxed and just let him hold you. It had been a while since someone had held you like that and you weren’t complaining. The purring made you feel like you were holding, your sweet, little cat. You felt Kuroo freeze at your lack of movement.

“Are you okay?” “Yeah… Can we just stay like this for a bit.” Your voice sounded tight and you felt emotional. You were so touched starved and it was taking a toll on you. Kuroo just sighed and hugged you tighter. “You can’t get too attached, you’ll end up dying.” You shook your head. ”You remind me of my cat.” Kuroo chuckled. “The purring helps.” After a little bit you jolted. “Oh, frick. I’m sorry.” You bowed in apology and Kuroo just waved it off. “It happens to the best of us.” He walked away and shifted, “Besides, We’ll be together for a while.”

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Once the whole fiasco with Kuroo was finished, you were able to work and life went back to normal. Well… With the exception of having a nerdy cat around. Kuroo was exceptionally great company and was very cuddly as a cat. He never allowed to be alone. Always following and watching, he didn’t allow you to be alone for more the five minutes at a time. He would make you cook almost every meal for him and make you sit down and eat with him. He slept in your bed, laid on the toilet when you showered and basically took over your entire life. This continued for six months until one day Kuroo stopped. He stopped talking to you, eating with you, sleeping with you. He completely isolated himself from you without explanation. He stayed in your guest room, only coming out to see if you were still home. It sucked.

You were fed up. The next time you saw him, you were confronting him.

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That was a month ago. He hasnt come out his room for an entire month. You now moped around you house and cried over your cat’s picture. Sometimes you sobbed out loud hoping that Kuroo would hear and come to your rescue, but it never happened. He had gotten you so used to affection and care that when he ripped it away from you, you were becoming depressed.

You decided enough was enough and knocked on the guest room door. “Kuroo… Can I come in?” You asked softly in fear of rejection. The door slowly opened and you entered.

You were met with sad yellow eyes and a frown on Kuroo’s usually smug face. You reached out to him and he seemed to fly into your arms. “I thought you were begin to hate me and I thought if i isolated myself you wouldn’t hate me.” He whimpered and you breathed out a laugh. “I thought you were beginning to hate me, Kuroo. I was worried that i was getting too attached and you were trying to tell me that you didn’t to be around me anymore.” Kuroo gasped and looked into your eyes, “That’s not true, you love for your cat is still as strong as it was when you summoned me.” He buried his face into your neck. “If anything I was the one gettin attached…” He mumbled into your neck and you smiled. “So, I’m assuming that its okay for me to get attched too?” Kuroo looked up at you and smiled, “Of course…” He whispered while leaning in to kiss your lips.

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A few months passed and your relationship with Kuroo had grown strong. You constantly reminded yourself of your cat that had now been dead for over year and you still mourned him like it was yesterday. Kuroo never minded, he understood. Not wanton to be the cause of your death, he encouraged your grieving and gave you the proper space to do so. When you were done, he would always come back to you and comfort you until the left over feelings were gone for the most part.

Kuroo had been the most patient and loving boyfriend you had ever had. He made you feel loved and secure, he made you feel wanted and welcomed. He told you random facts about chemistry every moring and jokes about physics every night. He always made sure that you felt more than enough and tried his best to fill the void that your hardships had left behind. All in all, Kuroo is the best boy and makes sure you know that.

#kuroo tetsuro x reader #nekoma #Captains x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo x you #nekoma x y/n #nekoma x reader #demon au #ritual au #miya osamu #miya atsumu #miya twins #inarizaki

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hailing-stars · 4 years

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@febuwhump day 25 car accident

turtle shells

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He set the karts up at the finish line, and frowned when Tony tried handing him a helmet.

“I’m Spider-Man,” said Peter. “I don’t need a helmet.”

“You do have a really thick skull, sure,” Tony told him. “But even your stubbornness isn’t enough to save you from a head injury.”

“That’s a low blow.”

“Truth hurts.”

After Tony wins in Mario Kart, Peter decides they better have a real life race with go-karts to settle the score, with chaotic results.

It all started with a blizzard, and a Nintendo Switch.

The arctic blast that swept through the East Coast, and the snow that piled up as a result of the never thawing temperatures, trapped Peter inside the lake house. What was supposed to have been a weekend visit turned into a week-long visit, because Tony and May both didn’t want to risk him driving back into the city and getting stranded in the wintery nightmare.

So, Peter was stuck inside, and was forced to attend classes and do his schoolwork online, which took up considerably less time than going to school in person.

He spent most of the day bored out of his mind. That was where the Nintendo Switch had come in.

He had been laid out on the couch, under a thin blanket, with just the tips of his brown hair sticking out, when he let out a frustrated groan.

“This is so boring,” he complained.

The blanket got ripped off him, and Tony stared down at him. “Getting off the couch might help with that.”

“And do what?” asked Peter. “There’s nothing to do.”

“Why don’t you play some video games?” asked Tony. “Like a normal teenager?”

Before Peter could protest that he was even bored of video games, that was how long he’d been trapped inside, Tony was off collecting the Nintendo Switch controllers.

“Move your legs,” he ordered, when he got back to the couch.

Peter glared at him before he sat up and swung his legs off the couch, sinking his feet into the carpet. Tony threw a controller at him. It bounced off his arm and landed on the cushion.

“Hey,” said Peter. He rubbed his arm.

“Oh, stop. That didn’t hurt.”

“It’s the principle.” Peter picked up the controller. “What are we playing?”

“Mario Karts.”

“Mario Kart.”

“Yeah,” said Tony. “That’s what I said.”

“No you said -” He stopped, and shook his head, not understanding why old people bothered with video games if they were going to be so cringe about it. “Nevermind.”

Peter took control and breezed through the setup screen so he wouldn’t have to wait for Tony to figure it out. They picked their karts and their characters. Peter picked Toad, and Tony picked Peach, and then they were off to the tracks.

It started exactly how Peter expected it would. He was in the lead, and Tony struggled, or at least pretended to. Pretended because by the last half of the second lap Tony kept a pace that put him just barely behind Peter, and in the last half of the third Tony hit him with a shell and soared past the finish line, taking first place.

“How did you -” started Peter. It hit him. That Tony had just been pretending to be bad that whole just to catch him off guard and beat him at the last second. “You’re actually good?!?”

“I’m a stay at home dad, Pete,” said Tony. “What do you think Morgan and I do all day?”

“Pretty sure Pepper would disapprove,” muttered Peter.

“Relax, officer, we abide by screen time,” said Tony. He checked his watch. “Which reminds me, you have about forty-five minutes left. Just enough time for you to lose to your old man over and over again.”

“You’re the absolute worst,” he told him, on the count of suggesting he was young enough to still have screen time and the count of him having the audacity to be good at video games.

“Peter, I’m a literal tech genius,” said Tony. “And not to mention -”

“-savior of the universe I know. You mention it all the time, actually.”

Tony moved right past that criticism. “Just saying, how could you think I’d be bad at this? It’s my hometurf.”

“Whatever,” said Peter. “Let’s just start a new race.”

This time Peter was determined to win, and he figured, now that he understood Tony was a hassler and had to rely on petty tactics like turtle shells to win, he stood a better chance. Except he didn’t. Time and time again he came in second place, until Tony took a look at his watch and declared video game time was over.

“Go do your schoolwork,” said Tony, shutting off the system, despite Peter challenging him to one more game.

“I’m done with my schoolwork,” said Peter. “You’re just afraid you’re gonna lose.”

“Statistics aren’t on your side, bud,” said Tony. He put a hand on Peter’s shoulder. “Just admit that I’m better at Mario Karts.”

Peter shoved him away.

For the next couple of days, he let his slightly illogical and petty rage at being defeated in Mario Kart by someone who couldn’t remember to say the name correctly simmer into something creative.

He wandered into the garage with a brilliant idea. He’d build his own go-karts. He’d build two, with exactly the same specs, then he and Tony could have a real life race to see who was really the better racer.

By the time Peter finished his building and designing his karts, spring had arrived. The ground was soft with mud, and the air was warm in a way, but cold in others.

He set the karts up at the finish line, and frowned when Tony tried handing him a helmet.

“I’m Spider-Man,” said Peter. “I don’t need a helmet.”

“You do have a really thick skull, sure,” Tony told him. “But even your stubbornness isn’t enough to save you from a head injury.”

“That’s a low blow.”

“Truth hurts.” Tony shoved the helmel into his stomach, and Peter accepted it that time, though he didn’t plan on wearing it.

He got settled into the driver’s seat, appreciating his own handy work. The seat was comfortable and cozy.

He threw the helmet on the ground when Tony wasn’t looking. They waited for Morgan to wave the checkered flag Peter had picked up from the dollar store for this specific event, and once it was waved, Peter floored it.

He zoomed off, leaving Tony in his dust, where he belonged.

Peter was pretty confident he was going to win that time, up until he started to hear Tony behind him, getting closer and closer. He turned his head to gage his distance, but that turned out to be a big mistake.

His kart hit something that was on the ground, and jerked into another direction. The wrong direction. He hit a tree with enough force to fling him out of the cozy seat. He banged his head against the tree trunk, and fell first to his knees, then to his side.

Peter’s head hit the ground, and gave a muffled whine.

“Would I be a bad mentor if I said I told you so?” asked Tony, after pulling up and parking his go-kart.

“Yes,” said Peter, his face still in the dirt. “Technically you just did say it.” He wiggled around on the ground, hoping to find a comfortable position there, anything that might make the pounding ache in his head disappear.

“What’d you hit, anyway?”

“Don’t care.”

“Oh,” said Tony.

Peter looked over out of curiosity, but very much wished he hadn’t. Tony held up a now broken, giant plastic toy turtle shell. Nintendo was stamped across bits of the broken plastic, and it was a replica of the shells in the game.

“Guess these will always be your downfall.” Tony tossed the turtle shell inside of the wreck go-kart. “How bad is the pain, kid?”

“Bad enough that I’m still laying on the ground,” said Peter. “And not murdering that stupid toy.”

“To be fair your tires did a lot of damage to it.”

“I need to finish the job.”

Peter raised his hand, thinking he might muster enough energy to crawl over and at least chuck that thing into the lake, but the pain in his head blared. It pinned him to the ground. He groaned.

“Okay,” said Tony. He bent down and put a hand on his arm. “Let’s get you back to the house, Toad.”

Tony did most of the work walking back to the lake house. He helped Peter inside, and helped him to sit on the couch.

He made a few phone calls, and before Peter knew what was happening, a yellow portal appeared in the Stark’s living room. A confused looking Bruce Banner stepped out of it, and the ring of yellow disappeared as quickly as it had appeared.

“You know, Tony,” said Bruce. “I’m pretty sure Strange is going to blacklist you if you keep abusing his wizard powers.”

“Abusing?” asked Tony. “This is an emergency. My kid hit his head.”

“He’s Spider-Man. He hits his head all the time,” said Bruce. “And Strange said you’re disrespecting the sanctity of the ancient arts.”

“Well I guess you’re gonna have to drive back to the compound, then,” said Tony. “You can take Peter’s go-kart. The one he wrecked, after so wisely refusing to wear a helmet.”

Bruce’s confusion turned to Peter. “You didn’t wear a helmet?”

“No lectures,” whined Peter. “Head hurts.”

Bruce sighed. He examined him, asking him questions and shining a light in his eyes.

“He’s probably got a concussion,” said Bruce. “But it looks like a mild one, so just keep him rested. No triggers, like screens. No phones. No TV or video games.”

“That’s perfectly fine with me, Dr. Banner,” said Peter. “Never playing video games again.”

“He’s dramatic,” said Tony. “And a sore loser.”

“Uh huh,” said Bruce, with caution.

He called Strange right away, probably wisely not wanting to get involved with an obvious Peter and Tony competition. Strange grumpily agreed to portal him back, and just like that, it was just the two of them once again.

“What can I do for you, kid?”

“Let me win at Mario Kart.

Tony laughed.

“I’m being serious,” muttered Peter, though it was only half true. “I need this.”

“Why?” Tony sat down on the armchair next to the couch.

“I dunno,” he said. His words were unguarded and way too honest. Peter blamed the concussion. “You’re just so good at everything. It’d be nice not to stand in your shadow.”

“Oh,” said Tony. “That’s easy. You’re better than the hero thing than I ever was -”

“-come on, Tony.”

“Seriously, kid, you understand people and they like you for it. And you’ve saved my life more than I’ve saved yours.”

“...What?”

“Yep,” said Tony. “There was the time with Squidward, the mission with those creatures that looked like trolls, that time on the boat…” Tony continued with his list, and Peter listened, shocked.

Maybe it was the concussion, but he’d forgotten about half of those instances.

“Okay,” said Peter, after Tony was finished with his list. He let his eyes slid shut. “You can have Mario Karts.”

“It’s Mario Kart.”

“I’m concussed,” said Peter. “What’s your excuse?”

“My parental right to troll my children whenever possible.”

“You’re the worst.”

“And I take pride in it. Now rest up, so we can redo our race with helmets this time, and I can beat you in real life as well.”

“Dream on,” said Peter, though he was the one about to fall asleep.

He started to drift off. He felt a blanket being tossed over him. Peter got lost in a dream where Mario Kart had an option to remove turtle shells from the game, and Morgan had learned to pick up her toys.

#febuwhumpday25 #irondad #irondad fic #my fic #head injury #concussion

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go-dark-turtle · 3 years

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A day off with an opportunity and a rescue mission?

(A Mario x Nintendo loop crossover fanfiction)

Chapter 2: Now it's personal.

"Say Toad, where did you get that lighting bolt?" Luigi leaned closer as he held onto Toad's headrest.

Toad sat in the driver's seat of the Parade Kart, he was just about the right height to see the road. His eyes fixed on the road as they drove back down the bumpy hill towards Princess Peach's castle.

"Oh! Well when I ran off to smash some vases I found one in there and kept it in case we had to make a grand exit. We sure did ha ha ha." Toad laughed "Served them right, taking the princess like that."

Luigi sat back down and looked behind him and saw the mansion was still small, he sighed and folded his arms "You guys didn't have to wreck the place..."

"Luigi! We were worried about you and we had to find you quickly." Mario nodded to his brother.

Luigi huffed and looked to Yoshi "... and you, did you have to eat those curtains?"

Yoshi shrugged and rolled his eyes. Luigi, feeling more fed up, sighed more and rested his arm on the side and looked at the view heading back to the castle.

Meanwhile....

Everyone in the mansion had met in the lobby as everything started to shake and become smaller. Andi rushed to Irri's side and helped him up as BreadSquid and Ralfonic ran in from the tea room.

"Gah! We have to go after them at once! I won't allow what they did to MY lobby!" Irri demanded in a squeaky tone as he dusted himself down .

Andi and BreadSquid started to laugh and Irri glared at him, they both looked to the floor with the odd giggle.

Irri sighed "If you two would stop acting like children, we can see where they went! To the car!"

They walked towards the main doors still broken from earlier, the whole mansion started to rumble all around them as everything went back to normal.

"Sorry boss.." BreadSquid let out a small giggle

"Yeah sorry.." Andi bit his lip to hold in his laughter.

Irri rolled his eyes, huffed at the both of them. Andi ran on ahead to push aside the broken door out the way. Everyone ran out and Irri saw the damage that Mario and the gang had left for them.

"Ack! My beautiful fountain! That took 3 months to build and now there's a damn kart in it!" Irri clenched his fists and turned to Andi, who was just standing there. "Come on, what are you waiting for?! Get the car and let's go!"

"Irri... they took Goldie.." Andi started to sniffle and he turned around and held onto his shoulders and burst into tears "They took my precious car Irri..."

"Eww, you nicknamed your car Andi?" BreadSquid placed her hands on her hips and raised her eyebrow.

"Yes I nicknamed my car. She is mine you know!" Andi turned his head to the inkling, he rubbed his nose into his sleeve and sniffed again.

"Ugh, Andi here have this and sort yourself out." Irri reached in his pocket and pulled out a packet of tissues, he gently passed them to Andi. He then started paced up and down the pathway thinking on what to do next. "Aha! I've got it!"

Andi and Breadsquid glared at each other and Irri cleared his throat and pulled out his flip phone, with a flick of the wrist, he pointed it to the sky and smirked.

"I can summon a car with this trusty mobile device!" Irri stood proudly with the old school phone in his hand skyward.

"So dramatic.... Uh boss, you know that model is like 15 years old now..." Breadsquid folded her arms.

"Well I don't see any new phone working on Boo network now do you?" Irri smugly smiled and walked down the path and started to punch in the numbers.

"I mean it's true, no one uses Boo network anymore, Irri." Andi poundered to himself.

"Shh!" Irri covered the speaker with his hand and glared at Andi before continuing his telephone conversation. "Ah yes, hello there, we wish to summon one of your finest taxis please. Oh what's that? My address? Ah yes of course, it's south of south Toad Town, Irri house. Excuse me? What do you mean you don't know where that is?! Ugh, don't get sassy with me, just drive south and you can't miss it. How long? 25 minutes?! Alright, fine! But please hurry, this is an emergency! Good day!" Irri let out an angry sigh.

He snapped his flippy phone shut with a loud SNAP and shoved it in his pocket and shrugged at the others.

"Well it looks like we can't do anything until the taxi gets here. Tea and scones anyone?" Irri smiled at the others.

"Ah boss you read my mind, a cup of tea sounds lovely after everything we've just been through." BreadSquid jumped up with excitement and then turned to Andi, who was sitting on the step, sighing to himself "Oh come on Andi cheer up, we will get your karty back soon."

"Goldie actually. Bready get the name right..." Andi huffed stood up and walked down the steps.

"Oh sorry I got your stupid car's name wrong." Breadsquid scoffed and looked up at him.

"My car isn't stupid. How dare you!" Andi huffed.

Ralfonic growled and stood in between them baring his teeth.

"No Ralf, I won't back down Bready said my car was stupid" Andi folded his arms and looked down at BreadSquid.

"Says the one nicknaming their car..." BreadSquid wiggled her eyebrows.

"Well I'm just going to get myself a tea. Have fun... Come along Ralfonic. " Irri stepped past them both and entered back into the house. "Call me when the taxi gets here won't you."

Andi stared down at the inkling, she smirked, her hand at the ready by her splat bomb. Andi reached slowly for his back pocket for his lighting bolt.

"What are you gonna do Andi?" BreadSquid smirked.

"Me? Ha! You shouldn't worry about that." Andi smirked back.

"Well what are you waiting for? DRAW!" BreadSquid encouraged.

"If you say so!" Andi raised his eyebrow.

They both fired at the same time, the lightning bolt struck BreadSquid and the splat bomb landed on Andi. Ralfonic watched from the window, curious what was going on.

"Ralfonic, I wouldn't stand too close to the window dear, you might get zapped or splatted." Irri was sitting on the velvet sofa and enjoying a warm cup of tea.

Ralfonic nodded and sat beside him and looked up to him, Irri smiled down at the wolf and petted his head.

"Just stay by me and pay no attention to them." Irri sighed as he heard them both squeal and argue.

"ANDI!" BreadSquid shouted at him as she got smaller and her voice became more squeaky.

"Ha ha ha. Serves you right for what you did. Look at my shirt, it's covered in purple stuff..." Andi groaned at the ink splattered over him.

"Ha ha ha ha. That's what you get for challenging me Andi." She pulled out her N-Zap 89 and pointed it at him. "And just so you know Andi, it's not purple stuff, it's ink get it right."

"Don't you dare Bready! I will snipe you with my green shells!" Andi smirked.

BreadSquid shot ink ahead of her, turning into squid form and swam into the mansion. Andi shook his head, pulling out a green shell and smacked her right on target. BreadSquid returned to normal size but due to the impact of the sudden snipe of the green shell, she went flying into the tea room. Andi ran up the stairs and pointed at her and laughed.

"HA! I told you!" Andi chuckled.

"Oh you are DEAD Andi!" BreadSquid used the table to help get her balance back.

Irri sipped his tea and watched them exchange words with a deadpan expression, BreadSquid smirked at Andi and tried to pull out another splat bomb but Andi nudged her and threw another lighting bolt at her.

"ANDI!" Breadsquid shouted in a squeaky voice again. "Come here!"

"Pfft, you are so tiny, Bready. Look at you so small~" Andi smirked and pointed at her.

BreadSquid pouted, shot Andi with her N-Zap 89 and sneaked out the room. Andi fell backwards on the table, the plate of the scones went into the air. Ralfonic saw them fly and he grabbed the plate and dashed about gracefully catching them all. Irri nodded to the wolf and smiled. Andi quickly scrambled out the room to find BreadSquid, he stood on the landing of the top floor looking up and down the hallway. He giggled slightly as he approached the stairs.

"Oh Andi my dear, please do not think about sliding down the banister." Irri called out.

Andi had already climbed onto the banister, paused in his tracks and his eyes widened. It was like he knew what he was thinking but it was a known habit at this point.

"Uh, I wouldn't dream of it, Irri...." Andi called back with a nervous laugh.

Once everything fell quiet again Andi let out a breath of relief, knowing he was alone he smirked and pushed himself downwards.

"EEEEEEEEEERIKA!" Andi giggled with glee as he felt like a kid as he slid down the banister.

He jumped off at the end and sneaked about the main lobby and bumped into BreadSquid. He flinched and BreadSquid grinned.

"Oh you lied to Irri, I'm SO telling him. Hey Boss!" Breadsquid smirked and nudged past him and started to run up the stairs.

"Bready, no, stop please, don't tell Irri." He chased after her and pulled out another green shell "Come on Bready! We are fellow guardians, no need to be like this."

"Boss, Boss, Boss, GUESS WHAT?" Bready smirked.

"Irri, don't believe what Bready is saying. She is lying!" Andi nudged past her and threw the shell at her feet.

Bready smirked "So predictable Andi..." She shot the shell with her N-Zap 89.

They both rushed to the top landing nudging and shoving to get to the tea room first, but a sudden honk from outside stopped them both in the tracks.

"Uh... is that the taxi?" Andi whispered to BreadSquid.

"I don't know. Maybe you should check." BreadSquid whispered back.

"No, you!" Andi pointed at her.

"No, you Andi!" BreadSquid folded her arms.

Andi pushed her and she shoved him back, they both started to pout. They glared at each other unaware that Irri was right behind them.

He cleared his throat and smiled "Would you both be a dear and check to see if that is the taxi, hm?"

The both of them jumped out their skins and turned around so see a not impressed Irri raise his eyebrow at them.

"Well see, I was going to but then Andi..." BreadSquid quickly spoke but got pulled back by Andi.

"I didn't do anything. Bready started this, don't believe what she tells you!" Andi stepped forward and held BreadSquid back

Irri sighed and held the bridge of his nose as the honking got louder and more frequently from outside and the both of them started to shove each other again.

"WOULD YOU BOTH GO AND SEE IF THE TAXI HAS ARRIVED, PLEASE!" Irri shouted at them both.

Seeing the sudden change in Irri's attitude both of the guardians scrambled down the stairs as quickly as they could. Ralfonic lowly grunted as he stood at the top of the stairs by Irri.

"Hey boss, the taxi is here! Oi Andi, that front seat is mine!" BreadSquid called back into the house.

"No! That seat is mine! Have fun sitting in the back Bready~" Andi smirked as he opened the front passenger door and sat down.

BreadSquid, annoyed, folded her arms and waited for Irri and Ralfonic. Everyone got in the back seat with Irri sitting in the middle, BreadSquid sitting behind the driver and Ralfonic sitting behind Andi.

"Alright then, where are we off to?" The driver asked in a posh voice, the driver turned out to be none other than Toadsworth himself.

"TOADSWORTH?!" Everyone was surprised.

"Of course, the one and only." He turned around smiling but it faded when seeing Ralfonic "I wasn't informed there would be a dog in my taxi. No pets allowed."

"Excuse me?! Ralfonic is a wolf, not a dog. How dare you!" Irri leaned closer and glared at Toadsworth.

"Oh you are in big trouble now, you better apologise." Andi whispered.

"Ah! A wolf you said. Oh, my mistake I'M, terribly sorry." Toadsworth turned back around nervously chuckling.

Ralfonic huffed and sighed loudly. Irri noticed his behaviour and sat closer to him.

"Shh, it's okay, Ralfonic. He didn't mean to call you a dog, no please, don't howl..." Irri petted his head again to console him.

"AWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOO!" Ralfonic howled loudly.

Everyone covered their ears and clenched their eyes shut.

"Oh look what you've gone and done. He's upset because of you!" Irri shouted over the howling.

"I said I was sorry!" Toadsworth felt bad for the mixup.

"Ah boss, I have an idea. Here take this." BreadSquid pulled out her switch and gave it to Irri.

"Good thinking BreadSquid. Hey Ralfonic look Miitopia, it's your favourite." Irri placed the Switch in front of him.

Ralfonic stopped howling and looked at the screen and wagged his tail. Everyone sighed with relief.

"If you could please, could you drive us to Princess Peach's castle? Thank you." Irri sighed as he leaned back in his seat.

"Certainly." Toadsworth reversed the taxi and drove past the broken gates and drove back down the bumpy hill at a steady slow pace.

[Mario Circuit from Super Mario kart totally plays here]

"Soon, we will have our car back and I can ask Princess Peach for a replacement of my velvet curtains... and pay for the damages to my lobby and my fountain..." Irri folded his arms and closed his eyes and nodded.

"Ah soon Goldie, I will be at your side." Andi clasped his hands together.

"Ohhh~ Goldie, baby, mwah mwah mwah, I wuv you." BreadSquid mocked Andi.

"Shut it Bready!" Andi turned around and glared "Don't make me.. uh..." he stopped as he saw Irri shake his head and glare at him. "We will talk about this later, Bready."

"Sure Andi~" BreadSquid smirked but then it faded as she looked out the window and saw how slowly they were driving. "OI GRAMPS! Mind speeding it up a little? We have places to be, you know."

"Gramps?! How dare you!" Toadsworth's eye twitched. "Fine as you wish!"

Toadsworth shifted the gear stick forward and pressed his foot down on the accelerator pedal. Everyone was flung backwards into their seats and braced for the fast and bumpy ride.

"You just had to go and open your big mouth, didn't you!" Andi nervously hung onto the handrail above him seeing everything up close from the front seat.

"Oh shut it Andi, at least we are getting somewhere now!" BreadSquid smirked.

"Andi, BreadSquid, we can talk about this later. Toadsworth please slow down." Irri asked nicely.

"We are nearly there, hang on tight." Toadsworth grinned as he entered Toad Town.

He swerved the taxi about the town, missing everything and everyone with an inch to spare. The townspeople screamed and ran for it seeing the small taxi come towards them.

"Toadsworth, this is great, keep going!" BreadSquid jumped up and down in her seat.

"You got it!" Toadsworth smirked and drove even faster towards the castle "Look just up ahead just another minute and we are there."

He took a shortcut and drove off a ramp and glided all the way to the castle's front gates. Andi closed his eyes from the intense height before him. BreadSquid was still excited in the backseat and Irri petted Ralfonic to keep him calm. Toadsworth tilted the car upwards and came in for a landing. THUD! The taxi landed with such an impact everyone jumped out of their seats.

"Here we are. Princess Peach's castle." Toadsworth smiled.

[End of part 1]

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vinylhazza · 4 years

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44 Seems so funny 😂

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44. You fix your hair in the reflection of a window to see them smiling at you through it.

you’re simply panicking. just absolutely not okay. not only were you late for work, the coffee pot had decided to crap shit somewhere between you setting the alarm last night and waking up this morning. you were certain you saw the flashing yellow light before you turned out of the kitchen and trotted back to your room in nothing but a massive t-shirt and your underwear. it had been your dad’s that he gave to you when you were just a sophomore in college, and you’d used it as a pj shirt every since.

you simply couldn’t function without your coffee. but apparently the world had a different plan for your Monday morning. if there was one thing you couldn’t go without in the morning above anything else (yes anything) it was coffee. coffee was essential. if you didn’t have coffee? the headaches that would follow were (for a lack of a better term) unbearable.

your phones sing-song alarm wasn’t with the program either apparently. on any normal day, you were rolling out of the comfort of your weighted comforter and clicking on an alarm that sounded at exactly 7:30. not this morning. no, of course not. by the time your eyelashes fluttered open and your arms raised in a stretch, joints pulling and aches eased in ways that just felt too good to be true, your phones bright white numbers told you, you weren’t just a little late. you were an hour late. an hour late to one of the best jobs you’ve ever had. one that would open so many opportunities in your career path. a job you had to jump through hoops for, use several comnections for. you vowed to never screw it up. and there you were, staring at the phone like a deer in the headlights.

“how the fuck?!” you gasp at the screen, snatching it with a scrunched up face of anguish, unlocking it with aggressive taps against the glass, and swiping right over to the ‘Clock’ icon.

you hadn’t set the damn alarm. you hadn’t even set the fucking alarm. obviously, if the alarm isn’t set, it’s not going to go off. how stupid could you be? how ignorant does one have to be to not set an alarm that they set every day? it had been engraved into your normal everyday routine, but with such a busy weekend under your belt - you were a bit more frazzled than usual. no excuse, but you still used it to at least make your frantic heart hurt a little less. you used that same excuse as motivation to jump from the mattress in a hurry, throwing your closet doors open with a lovely case of bedhead. you couldn’t be bothered to pat the hair down before you tugged at several hangers, deciding for once that there was no time to be picky. pick out a dress and go. you’ve wasted enough time laying in bed like a lump.

you did your best to manage the mess you’d made of yourself in your restless sleep, brushing through the tangles in your mess of hair, brushing your teeth aggressively, slipping on the blush colored dress that falls right above your knees - it’s one of your favorites- and smooth out some wrinkles from the fist you’d balled around the fabric during your haste to the bathroom. you’re throwing on just a minimal amount of makeup and examining yourself in the mirror before you throw your purse over your shoulder and rushed out of the door, texting a quick “on my way! running a little late this morning!” to your boss on your way out the door. without your keys of course. which only caused another hold up on such an important day of work. the sat mocking you on the coffee table and you curse yourself for not putting them on the key ring by the door. the second time you shut your door, it’s a firm slam that shocks the daily lights out of your next door neighbor who also seems a bit flustered - causing yet another tragedy. you just couldn’t win today. the poor older woman sat staring at you with a white button up blazer now scattered with brown coffee stains, her cup half empty in her hand.

“i am so sorry ms. berta! i’m running a little late today and i forgot my keys i’m so sorry i didn’t mean to scare you i just-“ you rambled on, stalking a bit closer to examine the damage you’d caused to the only neighbor that ever even waved in your direction. guess that’s about to end after this.

she holds up a shaky hand to stop you, wrinkled eyes closed in an attempt to calm herself - surely she would be yelling if she didn’t take a breather. the coffee was hot of course. but she understands. she’s a reasonable woman, she’s been around for a long time, and the young face staring at her in absolute horror just softened her right up. she knows how awful the feeling of being late really is. it’s a burst of adrenaline and when you have to go- you have to go. the older woman had no where to be of course, so she would have time to chance. no harm no foul. with a tiny shake of her head she’s shooting you a forced smile and a little wave in the direction of the elevator.

“it’s alright, dear. i didn’t like this shirt very much, anyhow. go on now, it looks like you’re in quite a rush to get to that job,” she tuts, turning to unlock her own apartment door quietly, eyebrows furrowed down in agitation.

with your opening to leave, you’re all but sprinting down the hallway and pressing the down arrow on the elevator rapidly - the orange color only mocking you further- you’re willing the cramped box to arrive at your floor just a little faster.

come on come on come on - ding.

with a huff and roll of your eyes, you’re stepping through the sliding doors and into the elevator, bouncing as much as you could in your heels impatiently, breathing heavy from rushing out of your apartment so fast. you knew your feet were going to hurt like hell when you returned home after such a long day ahead of you. the thought alone had you sighing. thankfully no one else was in the elevator to see how panicked you really looked.

it was...intriguing to say the least, that every single day there is something new to look at in LA. someone new to meet. someone to laugh with, someone to stay away from, the world kept turning, moving fast paced. except on days you were late - time seemed to pass slower than ever. every morning you walked to work - it was easier that way. it was a few blocks away and you had been used to walking around college before you nailed the job, and then before that with high school. you just loved to feel the wind on your face and sun shining down even if it did make your hair a bit frizzy sometimes when the humidity was rising. but today, oh my gosh today would be the day to have a car. you’re clicking against the cement, pushing through rude bystandards that watch you go through the beginning of your psychotic break you’re sure.

and there, your saving grace. your favorite coffee shop. it had been one of the first loves when you moved out to California. first you’d been in a small suburb, then you made the leap of moving into the big city. it was something you were unsure about from the beginning but to get the job you really wanted...you had to have access to bigger and better things. LA was that place for you. but the smaller coffee shop was always your spot to go when you needed a pick-me-up, a treat, or even just a coffee to keep you functioning like today. you debated for a moment whether the stop was worth it just for coffe - and you concluded quickly that yes. yes it was.

without so much as a look across the street, you brave it and follow the crowd across the cross-walk, pace quickening with the mere sight of the sign hanging over the door. a flashing sign you’ve seen a thousand times, but gets you giddy each and every time still. you can almost smell it now, the sweet smell of the shops signature cream that they sneak into your latte, cinnamon right across the top, the coffee beans roasting, the richness of the fresh cinnamon rolls and blueberry muffins that always wait for you behind the glass at the front register. you always made sure to grab either one for your boss as well, gotta get on their good side. usually cinnamon rolls for the win. God it was heaven.

but of course, vanity shines through when you come upon the large windows at the front of the shop, doing a double take at your reflection. you can tell that your cowlick is acting up again, making the hairs near your forehead go up in a strange odd looking shape, like you pushed it back but forgot to pin it and it got stuck that way. you surely couldn’t go to work looking so stupid. but you should have known better. you should have known to not walk right up to the glass, lean in close and try to tame the stupid hairs that never could cooperate. you just wanted to look presentable for your favorite place and for work.

but then a pair of eyes caught you. caught meaning with within the minute you realize that...yes...this is a window...and yes...other people inside can see you pampering yourself in the window. and one of those people happen to have their eyes latched onto your shocked expression through the glass, and has a dashing smile that knocks the air right from your chest. you’ve seen countless people do the very same thing, and it’s been a running joke of the shop ever since you started frequenting the quaint little café. watching people embarrass themselves was something you’ve found yourself laughing at. but this time it was you. and you didn’t like it one bit. this has to be some sort of joke the world was playing on you.

you’re jerking back from the glass with a gasp and turning promptly towards the door when you make out the man in the window, a devilishly handsome face that makes it even more embarassing that you’ve smoothed out your mess of a hair right in front of him. fixing a cowlick definitely isn’t the way to look presentable in front of a man that looked like the one in the window. just from the one look in the window, you can tell he’s sure to break the hearts of many women.

it’s not that bad. sure that was embarassing, but all you have to do is go in, order your coffee like normal. you don’t even have to look around. you don’t have to pay attention to him. just go to the register and start talking like nothing happened. you prep yourself in your head, grasping the brass door handle and pulling open with cheeks that feel like fire.

your favroite barista Julian is already laughing, covering his mouth in an attempt to hide the smile which only makes it more mortifying. you really shouldn’t have stopped.

“i thought we laughed at people that did what you just did, y/n,” he coughs out through the laughter, punching in your order that he knows by heart into the screen in front of him.

“fuck i know, i woke up so late and i could just feel the mess on my head,” you smile bashfully, tucking a strand back behind your ear to emphasize the issue, “guess that’s what i get for not setting an alarm.”

“that’s alright, happens to the best of us.” Julian smiles warmly, turning around to busy himself with your drink.

and then you feel it. the pressure of eyes staring at you. and you know, of course you do. it must be the attractive man staring at you through the glass. he’s probably judging you, laughing at you for being so foolish. and then came the whispering. two voices, hushed and urgent.

“dude, just get the fuck up and go over there,” came one voice, that was much too loud you might add. louder than the person probably wanted it to be. you knew they must have been closer by the door than you thought in your hurry to run away, judging how well you could hear their quiet conversation - only peaking your nerves. you reach down to fix the edges of your dress, smooth out the sleeves while you wait to try and calm yourself down.

“no, she’s already embarassed,” another voice, much quieter and discreet, “and i’m gonna go up there and sound dumb. she obviously wants to be left alone.”

“go now ethan, before i go myself,” the first voice, more urgent and serious this time. the voice had a edge, that resembled a father talking to their son. you knew the two had to be close with how stern he was being.

“jesus christ,” a small whisper this time.

you faintly hear a frustrated huff before the rough sounds of a chair scraping across the wooden floor rang in your ears. and you pray, with all of your might that it isn’t him, that your suspicions aren’t true and he’s not about to come and try and-

“there you are, the usual with a dash of something special,” the barista captures your attention once again, snapping you out of the whirlwind of anxiety in your brain. it propels you forward, the sound of his voice and for your hand to reach out and clasp onto the clue cup he holds out with a smile. it made you feel better, you must admit, “enjoy it while it lasts.”

“thank you, $3.27 right?” you hurry to pull your wallet from your purse, setting down the drink once again and burrying your hand in your bag, shuffling items around like a grandma that stuffs her bag too full. it was rather ridiculous how long you searched through the purse onto to come up empty.

and then you remember. you remember setting your wallet on your bedside table after ordering some new curtains you’d been eyeing for the last couple weeks. you finally gained the courage to splurge on them and when you retrieved your wallet for the debit card number you forgot to put the wallet back into it’s rightful place: the second inside pouch on your purse. and now, you’re paying for it. or well, not paying for it.

“um...i uh-“ you clear your throat, not really knowing what to do in a situation like this, completely embarassed, “i don’t exactly know what i did with my wallet,” you explain bashfully, setting your purse down on the counter to get a better look inside the bag. it’s a dark abyss of things that didn’t settle the severity of the situation. you were late. you were embarassed. and now, you were broke, “let me just look some more i’m sure it’s-“

“i got it.”

And there it is, that same voice you heard in hushed tones only moments ago, now directly behind you. you watch a hand move over your shoulder, handing a card over to Julian that watched you close with a smirk hiding just beneath the surface. he takes the card with a nod, sliding it with a hum.

turning around was, well, one of the most difficult things you’ve ever had to do - and the other was figuring out what hell to say to someone that looked...well...that attractive. so damn handsome it almost hurt to look at him. he was tall, that was your first observation. the rest followed suit, the dark hair styled neatly atop his head, eyes a hazel honey color staring right down at you, and a kind smile that strung at your heartstrings right away. he was breathtaking to say the least. and he had shown you such kindness, but of course you assumed it was to make you feel better about the incident at the window. a pity pay for the humiliation you’d brought upon yourself.

“you really didn’t have to do that...?” you said an eyebrow in question.

“ethan,” he provides, voice smooth as butter. fuck.

“well, ethan...that was very nice of you but you seriously didn’t have to do that. i could’ve lived without it,” you tell him quickly, trying hard to keep the blush at bay. he just kept looking over your face, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“but i wanted to, plus you look like you are in a hurry and needed it- i mean that’s not a bad thing or anything - i just mean- um,” he rambles on, “uh i was the one that saw you in the window and i just came up here to tell you that you look um really good and you shouldn’t worry about it.”

you are lit up with a smile, the cutest he’s ever seen really. he didn’t see anything wrong with your appearance in the first place - his heart stopped right in his chest when you leaned in close to the window, fluffing at your hair with your manicured fingers and tilting your head to check that your makeup hadn’t been smeared. when you had noticed him smiling at you through the window, he thought you might fall over from how hard you jerked yourself away. grayson had given him a punch on his shoulder with a little “she’s cute.” i mean...yeah she was cute but how was he supposed to talk to her after that?

you noticed another man laughing at the table ethan must have come from, and your eyes widen when you realize they look identical- you blink back and forth between the two to make sure you weren’t seeing things. that wouldn’t be surprised with the day you’re having. it’s the laughing that really pissed you off, though. was this some kind of dare or something? like a highschool jock told to talk to the loser nerdy girl at lunch? just to be laughed and mocked by his friends?

“you know what ethan, i’m not really interested in whatever is going on here. if you came over here to embarass me further, then i suggest you return to your table. thanks for the coffee but good on the small talk,” you cross your arms, turning around with a flip of your hair, “i’m having a pretty shitty morning as it is and i don’t need to be mocked.”

“what?!” he rushes out, glaring over at who you assume is his brother because...isn’t it obvious? the man slaps a hand over his mouth, eyes sparkling with tears from laughing at his brother, “no of course not, i wouldn’t mock you,” a huff, “that’s my brother just ignore him. i genuinely didn’t come over here for that. i just um...saw you and thought i should maybe say hello or something. i swear i mean no harm. i’m just stepping outside of my box and talking to a pretty girl.”

you can tell that he lets the last part slip and he wants nothing more to slide the words right back into his mouth. even if he believes it to be true. but that...jesus that makes you smile. you can tell he’s nervous from the way he moves one hand wildly while he talks, the other secured inside of the pocket of his black pants. they fit him well. the white shirt sticks to just the right parts of his chest and you forget that he can see you looking over him, smirking down at you.

“smooth,” you give him, picking up your drink back up from the counter and taking a sip from the straw, looking back to Julian with a thankful nod and a “text me?”, ignoring his suggestive grin and turning on your heel to be on your way, coffee in hand, already so late you’re worried they’ll fire you when you walk in the door.

“wait, wait! where are you going?” ethan steps forward, touching the back of your arm with a worried expression, ignoring grayson absolutely losing his mind at the table, “can i at least get your number?”

“hm...i usually don’t give my numbers out to strangers ethan...” you smirk at him, knowing you’re playing hard to get, something he loves. he’s a big believe in the thrill of the chase, but never stops showing he cares once he’s caught hold.

“well...will i see you here tomorrow? maybe then we can talk some more and then we won’t be strangers,” he reasons, really living on a prayer at this point. you’re sure he’s not used to hitting on girls in coffee shops, judging by the blush spreading lightly across his cheekbones. cute. very cute, “i promise i won’t bring my brother, he can’t behave himself obviously. just you and me. what do ya think?” his eyes are hopeful.

“you bet,” you smile softly, “see you bright and early, wouldn’t be late if i were you!” you sing-song over your shoulder, shooting him a smile before you’re out the door and off to win over your boss, cursing yourself on the way for not getting a cinnamonroll - thoughts filled with shy the boy in the window.

#asks #e!concepts #ethan!concepts #this is the one i didn’t like all that much but oh well

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 3 years

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White Lies (Pt. 14 of 21)

Pairing: Keanu Reeves X Reader

Word count: 2.1 K

Summary: Keanu found the girl almost dead, in the wrecks of what was once her car. While she was in surgery, stuck in a coma, he gathered the best doctors of New York to attend to her. They told him she is likely to have some kind of brain damage, what may lead to memory loss. And this possibility added up wit the fact that she's pregnant, made the council come up with an odd idea. They asked Keanu to pretend to be her husband, since the stress of finding out everything that happened could put the baby in danger. He reluctantly agreed, but only if she does has some kind of memory loss. He still goes she'll wake up soon, with her memories intact.

But when you finally wake up, there's nothing inside. You're quick to find your head is empty, void, like a blank canvas. The only thing that brings you some relief, that makes you feel less lonely is the mention of a husband. And you can't wait to meet him, because you know you can't deal with this by yourself.

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The Truth Always Finds A Way

“It's absolutely beautiful. I love it.” Laura says as you walk with her back to the living room. You just showed her Liam's bedroom, which is finally ready.

It's your fault it took so long though because there were a lot of things you couldn't decide on. But now it's ready, right on time thankfully, because it's the beginning of week 39, and you and Keanu are on full alert because it can happen anytime.

“Thanks. We have everything in place.” Gesturing at the door, Laura easily spots the bag lying on the floor. “That's the bag with everything I'll need in case we have to run.”

“So Keanu convinced you on a natural labor then.”

“Google convinced me.” Slowly, you drop to the couch, sighing. “Sweetie, you're making mommy so heavy.” You whisper to the baby, putting your feet up on the coffee table.

“You're almost here, little one.” Laura lowers her head near your belly. “Aunt Laura will spoil you so bad your mom will hate me.” She fell into his aunt role, but you don't mind. Since you don't have any siblings, you're happy Liam will have an aunt on Laura. “We'll pair up to prank your parents, right?”

“God help me.” You dramatically moan, eyes rolling.

“Planning on having more kids?” She asks, a hand caressing your belly.

“Yes. We have spoken about it and we'll have at least one more.” Smiling, you play with the tips of your hair. “Maybe Sophie will come, but if it's another boy it'll be Ethan.”

“I like it.” She says. “Oh, I have to ask. What was it yesterday? Lucia came over?”

“Yes, she did.” Not even on the last days of your pregnancy that woman leaves you alone. “It was fine until Keanu kissed me. Then it became a fight again. She just can't accept Keanu and I are fine. I don't remember him, but I fell for him again. I don't get what's the big deal.” When you look up at Laura, she has a weird expression on her face. “What is it?”

“N-nothing. Nothing.” She stutters, clearing her throat. “That's odd.”

“It is...” Furrowing your eyebrows, you're just about to say something when her phone starts ringing. “That's my alarm. I'll have to go.” She gets up, offering you a hand to pull you up. “But I can call later if you want to talk.”

“Sure, thank you.” Hugging her the best you can, you walk her to the front door, locking it after she leaves.

There isn't much going on today, so you head upstairs to your bedroom, smiling to hear the shower on. Tiptoeing into the bathroom, you see Keanu inside the box, so you silently take your clothes off before sliding the glass open.

That's when he notices you, turning around and smiling. “Is Laura gone?”

“Yeah.” Holding onto his arm, you step inside, feeling the warm water on your skin. “Heard the shower and thought I could join you.” Wrapping your arms around his neck, you kiss him, slow and passionately. In moments like this, the whole world disappears. New York is gone, the busy streets and its people... There's nobody else, no worries, just you and him.

“You know we can't...” He whispers, pulling away from a little.

“I know. I just wanna shower, I promise.” You didn't have any ideas, but now you do. But still, you have to stick with showering only. “Help me, Ke.”

“You're such a teaser.” But despite the dramatic eye roll, Keanu grabs the body wash and starts rubbing it through your body.

Much to your dismay, Keanu has become a master of self-control, and once you're done, you have no choice but to leave, dry, and dress yourself as you wait for him. Back in the bedroom, his phone starts beeping, as many messages come through.

“Ke, your phone is beeping like crazy.” You tell him, raising your voice a little as you finish brushing your hair.

“Can you check if it's Robert?”

“Sure.” Walking around the bed, you sit down as you take his phone, your eyes taking in the notifications.

But it isn't Robert, it's Lucia. Pinching your eyebrows together, you start getting angry. Whatever reasons she's texting Keanu, it's probably not good. Unlocking his phone, you quickly find the messages app, opening it, and reading the texts.

‘You can't possibly think this will go on after the birth.’

‘I will tell her myself.’

‘You're disgusting. Lying to her like that, while she's vulnerable.’

Your heart starts beating so fast it drums in your ears. Her words are a mystery, and you're struggling to bring sense into it.

‘(Y/N) has the right to know about Daniel.’

‘My son. My dead son, her true husband.’

The messages keep coming and you start crying, a hand on your mouth to cover the sobs.

This can't be right. What is she saying? There's a sudden, pounding pain on your head, as your eyes go through the new texts.

‘You can tell yourself whatever you want, but this is all on you.’

‘You're lucky I'm not the type of person to expose celebrities, or else I'm sure your career would be over.’

‘You can't just keep lying to (Y/N) like this, it's not fair to her.’

‘This child isn't yours, it will never be.’

‘You can say this is for her own good, but I don't believe this bullshit.’

Standing up to your feet, you throw the phone away, further into the bed, too far for you to reach. You can't read it anymore. Is she lying?

No. Lucia mentioned Daniel as if he meant something to you. Michael did the same. He didn't seem to understand how you were with Keanu, since you were with Daniel...

Too many things come flooding back. Keanu's first distance, some weird expressions you couldn't read when you made certain questions... But still, you can't bring yourself to believe it. Maybe Lucia just wants to ruin your marriage.

When you hear the bathroom door closing, you turn around, not even trying to hide your tears. Keanu gets worried the moment he looks at you.

“(Y/N)? What happened?”

“Why is Lucia saying Daniel was my true husband?” You burst out, both hands clenched into fists. “That this kid isn't yours, that you're lying to me.” Pointing at the phone, you wipe off some tears. “It was her, not Robert.”

Keanu's face drops, and his whole posture changes. That's how you know it. That's when you realize Lucia is telling the truth.

“No...” You mutter, heart breaking as you bring both hands to cover your face. This can't be real, but his silence, his inability to answer proves your otherwise. “Please, Keanu, say something!” You yell, bending over a little when a sharp pain spreads through your hips. With a hand on the bed, you sustain your weight, standing up straight again.

“I'm so sorry, (Y/N), I–”

“My God.” Cutting him off, you pace around, a lump in your throat. You can only feel, and watch, as your whole world comes crashing down. It feels like you're in a nightmare, under torture, with a knife being put through your heart. “How could you...” It comes out a whisper, so you repeat, yelling this time. “How could you do that?!”

“(Y/N), please listen–” He comes forward, making his way around the bed, but you step back, hands raised.

“I don't wanna listen!” You snap, eager to put some distance between you and him. “I don't wanna listen! We... We slept together!” The memory comes back like a wrecking ball, and you feel violated, betrayed. “I–... I gave myself to you because I thought you were my husband. I–” The wave of pain cuts you short again, and you gasp, using the wall to sustain your weight.

“(Y/N), what are you–”

“Stay away from me!” Shouting, you find the closet door, rushing inside and locking yourself inside.

You're moving even before you notice, grabbing the first baggage you find and searching for your clothes, messily shoving it inside the box. Keanu is saying something, knocking, pleading, but you don't want to hear.

He was everything, and now, you just want him to be nothing.

Your head feels like it could explode as you remember all the moments you shared since you first saw him, in the hospital room. Like an idiot, you felt secure back then to know there was someone to look after you, to guide you in a life you didn't know anything about. When he told you about the pregnancy, you thanked the heavens for having a husband by your side. You were scared, terrified, empty... Just as you are now.

Keanu is nothing to you. The happy, wonderful marriage is just a lie. Your life, the man you love... “Go away!” You shout at him, making a damn mess on his closet, but you don't care. You don't want to love him, not anymore.

With whatever is left of your strength and dignity, you close the baggage and leave, pushing Keanu out of your way, sight blurry with tears. “Siri, call me a cab.” You tell as you walk past Keanu's phone, the change of lighting on the screen showing you it got your command.

“(Y/N), please don't leave.”

“Do you really expect me to stay?” Struggling on the stairs with the baggage and your huge belly, you hold tightly on the railing until you're safe on the floor. “A-after you... Damn it! I don't even know why you did this!” You're yelling again, moving to the front door, hoping the cab will get here soon. “What kind of man are you? What kind of person does this?”

“Let me explain, please. I found you after you crashed the car and–”

“And you decided to take me?! Is that it? You thought I was pretty, and I was in the perfect position for you to take me and play couple?!” A horn makes you sigh, and part of you is relieved that you'll go away from the man, the part that's burning with anger.

But there's another side, probably your heart, that hurts, aches for him. This is what's making you cry, and it yells for you to stay. To listen.

But despite his begging, you leave, pulling the door open and running to the cab.

Keanu isn't the one to cry often. He does feel sad, but tears are something rare.

But today, they come rolling down, like a flood.

How could it be any different? After everything he has done, how could he expect this to have a different end? This is what he deserves.

Pacing around the house, lost, he finds himself in the kitchen. Looking at the table, he sees her there, in her pale blue sweater, beautiful, smiling, putting a strand of hair behind her ear. He can't even count how many meals they had here, instead of using the dining room, because (Y/N) felt it was more intimate. Averting his eyes, he stares at the fridge, and there she is again, in her pink lace gown pajamas, stretching out on her swollen belly, marking down the weeks.

(Y/N) will haunt him for the rest of his life.

Slamming his hands on the island, he takes the small flower pot and throws it across the room, giving vent to his anger. Anger at himself for doing this. He could've said no. He could've told her he truth, that he found her, and that he would stand by her side for as long as she needed him.

But he decided on the lie.

Making his way upstairs, his phone's screen is on. Taking it from the bed, he finds the app tracking where the cab is going. Where she is going... But he closes it, going to the gallery instead, where he starts skipping through the photos they took.

Keanu is heartbroken for the first time in his life. On every photo, it hurts more and more, until he can't take it anymore. The tears are blinding him, so he lies down on his back, eyes on the ceiling. The house feels empty already, cold... But that's good. Because it suits him perfectly, that's exactly how he feels.

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arigatouiris · 5 years

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you // bakugou katsuki

Author’s Note: Bakugou Katsuki is someone I can write about anytime anyday.

Ehh so this is my first time writing anything yandere and this is happening because guess who binged all of season 1 of You in one day? Me. Yes. And while I haven’t been posting as much, it’s been a very very hectic year for me, mental health-wise and professionally, so using tumblr is a luxury. There’s a twist here because it’s more of a reader being yandere than Bakugou.

Word count: 3254

Pairing: Yandere! Reader x Bakugou (there’s a twist)

Warnings: yandere elements, sexual references

❝

It had been a rather long day.

Not that you were complaining. With rising levels of anxiety, a long day was a refreshing break from all things related to your mind. Honestly, you like being busy because it somehow takes a large load off of you, giving you a chance to breathe, move around in your own space and think of things that are actually worth thinking about.

And you’re really trying here; to make a difference to yourself. You’re really trying to not let the growing anxiety creep under your skin, to tell you about things that don’t actually matter and despite how much you want to listen to the voice that says ‘if it bothers you, then it matters’, you want to do the right thing and focus on yourself for a change. You’re going to do better, you’re going to stop fixating on things that will only damage you, you’re going to move past what can only hurt you and think of better things, healthier things—

“Hey,” You spun around and blinked, before your eyes slightly widened at the person you grabbed your attention, “You dropped this.”

Oh.

Oh no.

His eyes were on you, not to say it in a creepy way, but there they were—glowing red and power-hungry, falling on you like satin on the floor. Your hands nearly trembled when he handed you the scarf you had ‘dropped’, and your fingers were inches away from touching one another, not that you wanted to touch how his skin felt like, but it wasn’t something you would have minded. Not one bit. You smile at him, shyly, because you don’t want him thinking you were happy about dropping the scarf.

His hair was all over the place and you wondered how it would feel like in between your fingers when you grasp at them as he’s holding you, breathing down on your neck, caressing your skin and you could finally know what he smelt like—

“Thank you, I’m sorry.”

You’re glad your voice wasn’t shaky, and your smile sat firmly in place. You didn’t want to creep him out on the first time you met him.

Oh, but you know, deep down, that it isn’t the first time. You remember the first time like you remember falling in love for the first time. There are things you don’t forget, and there are things that you cannot forget—like the time you had your first drink or the first time you have sex or the first kiss you share with a boy you harbored a crush on for the longest time.

And meeting Bakugou Katsuki was one such thing you simply cannot forget.

“Don’t worry about it.”

He sounded gruff like he didn’t even want to be there, but he didn’t mind helping people. You could see through his cold exterior rather well, almost as well as you could understand yourself. And you knew yourself quite well if you could say so.

Bakugou Katsuki was no rude or intimidating person. He, like you, only wanted to be loved the right way. Bakugou Katsuki was rough around the edges, but it was something you were willing to work with. He wasn’t too complicated, but sometimes, he’d like to think he was because then he could hide his insecurities of being terrible with people away deep inside his mind, and not let it show to just anyone who walks by.

But you’re not just anyone.

He’ll soon realize that. You were sure to make him see that this time, unlike the several times you’ve been wrong in the past, you were right. You were right about looking for love in Bakugou Katsuki because he was looking for it too.

The first time you met Bakugou Katsuki was not the first time he met you. Yes, it sounds strange when you read it like that, but that was how your story began. A week ago, you were trying to pick the best book from the one bookstore you knew that actually sold books from time to time, and there it was. A loud explosion that almost sent everything outside the store scattering—cars, people, name it. But, the source wasn’t a villain or anything that would normally cause such a scene, it was Bakugou Katsuki.

He ensured no one was hurt, which was remarkable in its own way, but the fiery nature he carried with himself sent your heart to the skies; there was nothing he was hiding. He wasn’t like those other heroes who smiled and was nice to every pedestrian out there. He was doing his job, and he didn’t need to be nice about it. And from the looks of it, he was doing a good job too. It took him roughly 4 minutes to catch the villain, despite the explosion, and that was the time you noticed him.

Hi, there, your mind spoke to him as you watched him speak to the authorities. You took in his appearance, the way his hero costume sat on his shoulders; the aggression wasn’t passive, he knew what he had to do and that was attractive too because you liked men who knew exactly what they wanted. You knew of him until then but it was the first time you were seeing him in flesh. People gathered around him but kept a distance because of his reputation and you knew he liked that because, despite the loudness, Bakugou Katsuki was a private person.

You promised yourself you were going to stay in the clear. You weren’t going to involve yourself in someone else because it isn’t good for you. Any sort of obsession is bad, you knew this to be true, but Bakugou Katsuki was inviting especially with the air he had around him. Not anyone can get through it, but you were not anyone.

So when Bakugou Katsuki was being Bakugou Katsuki, what more could you do but love?

It didn’t take you long to find him on social media. He had a private account for everything, but since he was a hero he had a public hero account that he had no choice but to leave public. Despite his arrogance and nonchalance to the rules, he was a pro-hero at the end of the day, and that meant doing things like this from time to time.

You nodded to yourself a bit, swallowing the need to smile and browsed through the ten pictures he had in that account. It was all of him with children and you realized that despite being gruff he was someone who could be soft to kids if he tried. Maybe, he wasn’t in the past but he was now. Now, you jumped to Facebook and it didn’t take you long to find him there but then again, there were several fan accounts and just one public account of his hero page again. You hummed before noticing the various other public figures in his profile—the hero Deku and Shoto, who seemed close but there was one more person.

The hero Red Riot.

You knew from the media that Ground Zero and Red Riot were best friends from their school days, so now you had another lead. You used Red Riot’s public profile to look at Ground Zero; and no, this isn’t stalking, you were just harmlessly checking out the person you knew you were going to spend the rest of your life with.

And viola.

There was just so much to see! Red Riot was a social media whore—and there was just so much he wanted to share. Bakugou Katsuki didn’t look too pleased in these pictures, but you could tell from the bottom of your heart that he loves feeling belonged and he loves his friends and the tough guy act was to initially keep unwanted people away but if you were a certain way for a very long time then it becomes who you are now.

“I know how that feels,” You muttered because you did know how that felt.

So, you waited. You didn’t want to rush, because you knew the best things came with a slow pace and a calm heart. Though you knew your heart was anything but calm, teaching it calmness is a gift.

The next morning, you walked into the cafe and eyed the manager there. Your right hand was holding the flier for a new waitress and you were in need of a new job. Things were perfect. Smiling, you walked over to the manager and greeted him once.

“You’re (l/n)?” He asked, blinking at you.

He was an old man, but he wasn’t weary. He seemed like the most active old man you’d ever laid your eyes on, but no matter. You were going to get this job, and you knew you were hired the second you walked in. All of this was just an unnecessary procedure.

“Yes. Hello. It’s very nice to meet you!”

You were enthusiastic and didn’t push it. Things were going to go well.

“Preppy! I like that. When can you start?”

“I can start right away, haha!”

Oh no, too enthusiastic. You could see doubt cloud in the manager’s eye. You need to play this smart. You need to do something to get yourself out of this mess—

“Perks of not having a job right now.” You cleared the air, and you finally could breathe again.

The manager laughed once before suggesting, “Today at 5 sound good?”

“Five sounds great.”

Five o clock didn’t come soon enough. You were tired of waiting outside the cafe like a stalker, which you weren’t, because you weren’t weird. You were just freshly in love and the enthusiasm was too much for your small heart to bear. If you were being a completely open book, you knew you had a glass heart. You gave too much and expected too little but even that little bit that you expected sometimes never came through. And that hurt.

You get hurt easily not because you have such little faith in people, but merely because people intended to hurt these days.

As soon as the clock struck 4:57, you entered the cafe. The manager noticed you, coming in early but not desperate early, and smiled to himself. It was just the first day, everyone comes early on the first day. You tossed him your best smile before getting to work.

If your calculations were right, then in just 17 minutes, the rest of your life was going to begin.

Bakugou Katsuki walked into the cafe being Bakugou Katsuki and not Ground Zero.

This was a lesser-known fact about him that most people didn’t know, except for his close friends. Red Riot, or Kirishima, and himself were at this cafe calling it “Bakugou’s second home”, which meant he came here a lot.

It was a risk you were willing to take. Who isn’t willing to take risks for love? It’s thrilling, really.

So you made your move, slowly. You were making a fresh start. You were given a clean slate and there was nothing that could hinder this progression or movement. It was going to be Bakugou Katsuki and you, in your love story, reaching a point both of you would be forever happy in. You were so elated you barely noticed someone else walk into the cafe, someone else who could be just as elated as you.

“Katsuki-kun!”

Now, who the fuck is this?

Your eyes turned to spot the brown-haired, round-faced individual walk in and sit opposite to Bakugou, who didn’t even look irritated, to say the least. You knew who she was, but who was she to Bakugou Katsuki? You blinked a couple of times before feeling the rage build in your system.

What the fuck was Uravity doing here?

Wasn’t she with Deku?

Wasn’t she not interested in Bakugou Katsuki?

What the fuck was she doing here addressing your Bakugou Katsuki as “Katsuki”?

You hadn’t even reached Bakugou-kun yet!

You walked over there, carefully, a soft smile on your face—knowing exactly what to say and what to do.

“Hi, may I take your order?”

Bakugou Katsuki’s eyes shot at you before a small hint of recognition struck his features. He wasn’t going to act on it, of course, he could be wrong, but perhaps it was the entire timing—Uravity, him not recognizing you, everything made it crash down hard.

“An Americano for him, right Katsuki-kun?”

She even knew his order? What the fuck was going on here?

“Stop doing that, round face. Jesus,” You felt ease at him insulting her, but it wasn’t enough, “She’s not going to have anything, she was just leaving.”

“Oh? But we have a very good—”

“She was leaving.” Bakugou Katsuki interrupted you, and you stopped talking right away.

You weren’t going to let anyone know how elated you really were on the inside. Uravity sighed before grumbling and stopping midway as she was leaving.

“You know,” She turned around to give him a serious look, “I really someone figures you out.”

What the fuck was that supposed to mean? You gulped before turning to look at Bakugou Katsuki, wondering what had just happened and why you were so confused.

“You,” You jumped on your spot, “Americano.”

You nodded once before rushing to get him the best Americano he had ever tasted. While you were returning with your drink, you placed it there with a small savory biscuit and that got his attention.

“I don’t think you remember, but you saved our lives a week ago. Just a small token of my gratitude.”

You didn’t need him to know this. He was a pro hero, there was no need for him to know.

“Book store girl.”

You froze. Your wide eyes didn’t go unnoticed.

“You didn’t even come out because of the whole hassle. Yeah, I saw you.”

He’s a hero. He had to be alert and aware of who was around. That was the only reason he knew about you.

Six days went by, and you were slowly trying to piece together who Bakugou Katsuki was little by little. You’d leave him little savory snacks randomly and you could spot a soft change in his glum expression and notice how he’d linger longer than he would usually stay. You had more eye-contact than before and you swore you even saw him smile at you once.

When he wasn’t being a hero, he was being Bakugou Katsuki and wow, you were thrilled that he was choosing to be himself with you.

So, you decided to take it a step further. Six days was enough before you could ask him something personal right? You didn’t want to rush, but you were trying very hard to be anything but fast because you couldn’t wait to see how he felt in your hands and how his skin and hair smelled like and how it would overall feel to have love in your hands.

So, on giving him his third Americano for the evening, you plopped yourself opposite to him and smiled at him.

“Don’t tell me you want an autograph.”

“I’m sorry, who are you?”

Bakugou Katsuki chuckled at what you said and you swore to all the heavens you had learned language for this particular reason.

“Just wanted to get to know you a little.”

Bakugou looked at you. Yes, he was starting to become Bakugou now, it was slowly adjusting itself in your head.

“You sure you want that?”

You felt a bit hurt at his sentence but couldn’t help but admire how mysterious he sounded as he said it.

“I don’t go do things I’m not sure of.”

“Like work in a coffee shop?”

You chuckled, “This was all I’ve ever wanted.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes, “Sure.”

“No, but really. Who are you, Bakugou Katsuki?”

He gave you another look, a softer one this time, a look you could barely discern but could spend the rest of your life trying to understand. He leaned forward and your faces were merely inches away.

“I’m no hero, (l/n) (y/n).”

You swore you could feel your heart rate increase with the way he said it.

“And I’m no damsel that needs saving.”

Bakugou smirked at what you said before what you knew as something very darkly sexual began between the two of you. The second you entered the cafe, you were left to wonder what Bakugou Katsuki would want to do to you later that night. The way he touched you, the way you touched him, the way he smelled and the way his skin felt when it slapped against yours, it was driving you closer and closer to insanity.

He didn’t even have to do anything. All Bakugou had to do was sit there and be himself and you could swallow yourself wholly into whoever he was and whatever he was—it was just that easy. Bakugou Katsuki was a man who knew how to please and how to be pleasured from that pleasure and you felt no remorse for even being selfish with him.

Not that you were.

But, you couldn’t help but notice something strange. Every touch, every word that you uttered, it felt as if Bakugou knew where it was coming from and if this wasn’t a sign that it was meant to be, you didn’t know what was.

It was one night that changed everything, however. Not that you’d know.

You and Bakugou were done for the night. Tired, but happy—wounded but whole, you were cradled into his muscular arms, naked to the very bone, but you were satisfied.

“Baku—”

“Katsuki.” He whispered, kissing the tip of your forehead.

You smiled to yourself, “Katsuki,” you repeated, wanting the taste of it, “I think I like you,”

What you didn’t know was he knew.

He knew you liked him. He thought back to the time when he started heading over to the cafe you were working at, that one time with Kirishima—who obviously exaggerates everything he writes about. He thought about the fact that he told his red-headed friend that he liked the cafe, thus rendering it Bakugou’s home. He remembered that it hadn’t even been a week since Kirishima had posted that picture and yet, there you were.

There you were, now, suddenly working there.

After having seen him just once.

Oh, if you think Bakugou Katsuki’s first time meeting you was when he handed you the scarf, then you were wrong. The first time Bakugou Katsuki met you was when you didn’t even know it.

You had a strange habit of smelling old books right in the middle—there was something about the way the pages smelled that gave you a high. You’d smile just a bit after that, enjoying yourself a little bit publically, allowing yourself just that one gesture to please yourself.

You licked your lips after and Bakugou wondered if they tasted just as scrumptious as they looked.

They did.

You slid some strands of your hair behind your ear and he wondered if they felt as soft if he’d pull on them as he pounds into you.

They did.

He noticed how supple your skin looked from under the light in the bookstore and wondered if they’d smell just as divine if he had you under him, begging for him to take you.

It did.

So, he knew you liked him. See, the one thing you liked about Bakugou Katsuki was that he was a man who knew exactly what he wanted.

And this time, he wanted you.

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scapegrace74-blog · 4 years

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Combat Baby

A/N If I’m going to post a Jamie POV chapter, it’s only fair that I post a Claire POV chapter as well, right? This is a pre-quel to the Metric Universe, set shortly before The Beginning. All other parts of the Metric Universe are available on my AO3 page.

The song by Metric that inspired the title and a few lines is here.

The emotional whiplash made her ears buzz with static. This morning, she had been Claire Beauchamp, A&E nurse and girlfriend of Frank Randall. Tonight, she was Claire Beauchamp, unemployed homewrecker.

More than the violent fracture that sundered her relationship into two (or was it three?) crippled pieces, more than the indignity of having her personal drama exposed to the hospital administrators, even more than finding herself suddenly homeless with a cheque for four weeks’ severance lying wrinkled in the pocket of her purse, the cut that stung the most was her utter lack of judgment. How could she have been so blindly misled?

She’d met Frank at work. He was a gifted surgeon at University College Hospital, urbane and grounded in a way that promised to anchor her in an adulthood that still fit like a borrowed shoe. His pursuit felt like a badge of merit and an easy detour around the chaotic dating scene her fellow twenty-somethings frequented. Within three weeks they were sleeping together, and only two months later she was moving the three boxes and two suitcases that represented the entirety of her worldly possessions into his Fitzrovia flat. It had been easy. It had been comfortable. It had been an utter sham.

Sleeping off a series of night shifts in the skim milk light flooding their king-sized bed, she’d woken to the sound of a key in the door. Frank was away, attending one of the medical symposiums at which he was frequently asked to present. She barely had time to sit up in the luxurious linens before a small, dark-haired woman flew into the room.

“Where is he?” the intruder yelled.

“I beg your pardon?” Claire replied, pulling the duvet towards her neck defensively. “I don’t... get out of my flat! At once!”

“Your flat?” The woman cackled like this was the best joke she’d ever heard, all while opening the doors to the closet, peering into the ensuite bathroom. “Your flat?! This flat than doesn’t belong to you any more than that bastard does. You’ve got a nerve, you fucking whore!”

“I... there’s been some mistake. You need to leave. I don’t know who you think I am, but I can assure you this is my home. I live here with my boyfriend...”

“Frank Randall,” the woman interrupted with a cruel twist of her lips. “You selfish, stupid girl, you have no idea what you’ve done, do you?”

Claire could feel her body start to shake, an earthquake of realization spreading from her limbs to her brain. She’d never met this woman before, but she had one thing right: she was a very selfish, stupid girl.

The story that emerged had the sordid intricacy of a soap opera. The woman, Amelia Randall, had been married to Frank for nearly ten years. They’d met at Oxford. When his job took him to London, she’d stayed behind in Oxfordshire, where Frank visited as often as his brilliant career allowed. Amelia had known he was unfaithful, of course, and had chosen to remain married to him, dishonourable man that he was. But when word reached her that he was actually living with one of his young mistresses, an invisible line had been crossed.

“I don’t care for my own sake. He can fuck whoever he wants. But I have children to think of, and I’ll be damned if you get your claws on their inheritance...”

Children. Frank had children. Small people who looked forward to his visits, briefcase stuffed with toys or special treats. Little rosebud lips that called him Daddy.

“I’m sorry,” she croaked into the duvet, now twisted tightly in her fists as she rocked senseless back and forth. “I didn’t know. I’m so sorry.”

***

She had no recollection of how she came to be at the hospital. There was a swirling black fog that threatened to pull her down into a hellscape that lived in the corners of her memory. It sucked the air from her throat and replaced it with burning acid, the taste of bile painting the back of her tongue.

She had one coherent thought - she wasn’t going quietly. If the perfect world she had assembled turned out to be nothing more than smoke and mirrors, then she was laying waste to it with her own hands.

Frank’s car, a vintage burgundy Aston Martin, was parked in his reserved space in the doctor’s lot. Popping open the boot, she grabbed the tyre iron, and then she began to swing. She didn’t stop until two security guards dragged her away, her feet scuffing and kicking the floor and every vulgar word in her extensive vocabulary echoing off the concrete ceiling of the car-park.

***

It took the head nurse less than thirty minutes to obtain and print her letter of severance. In that same time Claire slowly drifted back into herself. She was appalled at her actions, but the damage was done. There was a small kernel of satisfaction in imagining Frank’s face when he caught sight of his beloved car.

Leaving the hospital, she wandered aimlessly amidst the bright bustle of London in springtime. She found herself at the London Zoo. Sitting on a bench watching the lions pace relentlessly in their fabricated environment, she finally broke down. She sobbed bitterly until her brow felt like iron and her guts like sand.

Eventually, she opened her phone and scrolled through her contacts. She had a small circle of acquaintance in London, but they all knew Frank. Her family was all dead. Childhood friends were scattered about the globe. She hesitated over one name: Geillis Duncan. They had been good friends in nursing school, but hadn’t kept in touch over the past two years. Geillis had never met Frank. She was a feisty and outspoken Scot with a personality as large as her carefully disguised generous heart. Claire closed her eyes and dialed.

***

“Ye ken ye can stay as long as ye need, Claire. The spare room is yers.”

She’d returned to Frank’s flat only long enough to stuff her clothes and a few precious objects into her suitcases, then taken the Tube to Spittalfields, a gritty neighbourhood as far from Fitzrovia as the moon. Geillis had welcomed her with open arms and a full bottle of whisky, which they were steadily emptying as Claire spilled her story all over the well-worn pine floors.

“Thanks, Geil, but it’s just for a few days. Just until I figure out what to do with myself.” She was already slurring her words, the combination of lack of sleep, no food and strong liquor hitting her square between her golden eyes.

“Nae rush. I cannae believe ye took an iron tae that bawbag’s car, ye wee fierce thing. I wouldna want tae fight you.”

They lapsed into silence. Claire’s mind was a rushing torrent, with images and thoughts slipping from view before she could grasp onto them. She kept hearing Amelia Randall’s voice, laced with pity. You selfish, stupid girl. She’d been so certain she knew who she was, but now everything was tainted with doubt. It would take time and distance to find herself again; to excavate down to her bones, where everything was true. She would throw her youthful self on the pyre of redemption, and stand by while it burned. It was what she deserved.

“I know what I’m going to do,” she announced out loud, half-forgetting Geillis sat nearby.

“Wha’s that, hen?” her friend asked.

“I’m going to volunteer. As a combat nurse. In Afghanistan.”

#my writing #outlander

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if-found-return-to-gusu · 4 years

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Happy Birthday to Me Pt. 12

(Fuck. Last one)

He asked me if I was staying the night.

Of COURSE I was staying the night. Where on Earth would I want to be if not here with him?

I told him as much. I reminded him that I’d promised not to distance myself from him again and warned him that this meant I was going to be completely insufferable from now on to make up for the lost time.

“You will completely forget the concept of personal space,'' I warned.

He grinned at me again. With teeth showing and everything. I’m pretty sure I heard a chorus of angels.

I felt his fingers trace my hairline and down the side of my face.

“Okay,” he said, completely unperturbed by my warning.

He IS trying to kill me before I hit 30!!!!!! I knew it!

And then! He just went in and kissed the tip of my nose! Like it wasn’t anything! And he just let me go and stepped back again!!

I whined that he can’t just kiss and run like that! And he just reminded me to go upstairs to wait while he locked up.

I grumbled about handsome men playing games with my poor fragile heart before I went up, stomping on the stairs to let my indignity be known. I grabbed my photo album as I went.

Once I let myself into the apartments I figured the first order of business was to check on the bunnies to see how they held up after all the commotion from downstairs.

Most of them were fast asleep in a pile of fluff, but Suibian perked up the moment she heard my voice and hopped sleepily over to me! I started to fuss over her and pet her, telling her how good she was. She closed her eyes and leaned into my scritches.

Ooooh it’s so wonderful to have an animal that actually likes me! And she’s so cute! I won the jackpot! If I can only have one animal actually like me I’m so glad it was her.

I heard quiet footsteps and turned to find Lan Zhan coming up next to me to look at Suibian as well.

“Look!’ I said, excited, “Suiian has my sleeping hours!”

Trust my little girl to wait up for me when all her siblings were snoozing.

Lan Zhan asked if I wanted to bring her into the other room but I decided that, as tempting as it was, it was probably better for her to sleep with the rest of the rabbits.

I told Lan Zhan that it was her bed time, and he replied by noting that it wasn’t quite my bed time yet. (True as it was barely creeping on Midnight by then and I’m usually up at least until like 1am or so. )

I countered that it was DEFINITELY past HIS bed time. It’s kinda incredible that Mr. “In Bed By 9” was able to stay standing so long.

And since my heart clearly hadn’t had enough yet today, I decided to pull him in close to me by the waist, wanting to be as close to him as possible. He seemed to jump a bit, but didn’t try to pull away.

“I’m not tired,” he said.

Liar.

In order to hopefully hide the sound of my heart trying to pound its way out through my ribcage, I gasped dramatically, “Lan Zhan? Not tired yet???” I asked with just as much drama as the gasp. “I’m astonished!!!”

I considered after that though and laughed. Perhaps I was a bit sleep drunk myself actually. “Though I must say,” I admitted after my giggling subsided. “After tonight there isn’t much that should surprise me about you anymore.”

To prove my point I sang a couple bars from “My heart will go on” under my breath. I laughed as he hid his face in his hands. I pulled those hands away and started to drag him into the livingroom with me.

I asked him what other things he was hiding from me as we went. I didn't really expect him to answer but before we made it to the couch, he pulled me back with the hand that was still holding his. I stumbled rather clumsily into his arms, but he caught me all the same only to push me away and twirl me before pulling me back towards him.

‘I once took dancing lessons for a semester in college. I wanted to learn something different but it didn’t work out.” he said. “Turns out I’m more suited to waltzes than I am for swing.”

And just like that he started to guide me in a waltz.

I will say right now I have no idea how to waltz and all those movies that say ‘you just need to find yourself a partner who knows what they’re doing’ are all lying. It’s all bullshit.

Lan Zhan somehow managed to slip his feet under my feet (?????) and guided me through the steps though. Once my brain caught up with the rest of me I hurriedly got OFF his feet before I did some damage and instead tried to concentrate on following his lead.

But then I just couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. I put my head on his shoulder, not able to resist being closer to him now that I knew I could. I slid my hand out of his and guided it to join its partner around my middle instead, wanting to be held, and we swayed together.

How long did we dance like that? Swaying softly to the song that only we could hear?

I dared to ask him what other surprises he could possibly have in store after this bombshell, but he assured me that for now, at least, this was it.

I pouted up at him in my best impression of A-Ling and asked him how it was fair to my poor battered heart if this is how he gives me new information about him? It was really gonna be a problem because I still want to know every detail of his life. I want to know absolutely every piece of him.

Each bit of his soul he’s given to me is a shining nugget. More precious than gold or diamonds. Something to be cherished. Just like him.

“How can my heart take it?” I asked.

To which that son of a gun replied

“Your heart will go on.”

Oh youuuuuuuuuuuuu.

I couldn’t stop laughing after that. Especially once he joined in. If any of the bunnies were still awake they surely thought those humans in the other room were bonkers.

We calmed down eventually, still swaying the whole time. Just staying together in each other’s arms in the dark livingroom.

Eventually I had to admit defeat. This day, as wonderful as it was, had been very emotionally exhausting for me. I told Lan Zhan I was tired and ready for bed and he responded by swaying me in the direction of the hallway. Which of course set me off again.

We swayed and spun all the way to the bedroom door where we, tragically, finally had to let go of each other so that he could get me something to sleep in.

I took the clothes, but hesitated. It was after midnight. Surely my allowed greedy period was over right? But still. I had to ask one last thing.

“Is it.. .okay if I sleep in your room with you tonight?” I asked, staring quite determinedly at the floor.

Lan Zhan answered almost immediately, saying that yes. Yes he would like that very much.

That got me to look up so I could grin at him. In the dark I hope he couldn’t see that I was about ready to start crying again.

There’s nothing wrong with crying, really, but fuck I was tired of it at that point.

Without any further ado, I scurried off into the guest room to change into the over-large pajamas as quickly as I could. Before I headed back to his room, though, I decided I was ready to take another look at that photo album. And maybe I didn’t need to be alone to do it after all.

I held it close to my heart, trying to drink in all the love that had gone in to making it for me, and scurried back to where Lan Zhan was waiting for me, already in bed.

I scooted closer to him and asked if it was okay if we went through the album together again. He kissed my forehead (where I probably should have washed of Shijie’s mark but I was entirely unwilling to do so. RIP Lan Zhan’s pillow. I didn’t think of that haha. )

“Anything you want,” he said. It sounded like a promise. A pledge. Almost like he was swearing an oath.

Really it was just my sleepy mind making things overly dramatic again.

We went through them together, Lan Zhan letting me pick the pace. We talked about some of the pictures and he didn’t judge me when I cried a little again after all.

When we got to the picture of him alone at his guqin, though, I paused.

He’d done so much for me. I’d never be able to pay back this kindness. Not even if I managed to somehow gain immortality. Not even if I was able to try until the end of time.

“Thank you for tonight,” I said, cringing at how inadequate that was. It didn’t even begin to cover it.

He told me that there was no need for thanks. That he wanted to give me this.

I didn’t know what else to do in response to that. I just leaned into him to nuzzle his neck. Told him he was the best.

A true statement, but again, completely inadequate.

He, in essence, replied with a “No U.’

And then.

Hold on. I want to remember this as accurately as possible.

“I feel very happy when I’m with you. You make me laugh. You encourage me to discover new things. You show me how much bigger my world can be. And you make me feel safe through it all.”

Pretty sure my heart full stopped.

When it lunged back into motion again it was all I could do to squeak out his name and hide my face in his chest (ad;jkfadjf;aldk;adjskf;adlsf;kjfalksdf; you could park a car on that thing fuck).

I reminded him again to WARN me first! Jeebuz Crisps!!! And he said he’d try.

Jerk.

We stayed like that for a while in a silence so comfortable I’m pretty sure I just fell asleep. I think I remember feeling Lan Zhan maneuvering us under the covers to sleep properly but that could just be my mind filling in the blanks because that’s how I woke up.

I don’t remember much of what I dreamed, but I know each and every one of them had family. And In each and every dream, Lan Zhan was at my side.

THEN I FUCKING WOKE UP TO THAT ASS HOLE HAVING A FEVER SO HOT IT BOILED ME OUT FROM UNDER THE FUCKING COVERS

WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE LAN ZHAN STEALING MY COLD AND DOUBLING THE DOSE???????????????????????????????????????????????????????/

So it was my turn to play nursemaid to him except the main difference being that HE WAS ACTUALLY SICK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WTF WERE YOU HIDING BEING ILL THE ENTIRE NIGHT????????? GDI

I stayed with him as much as I could until he got better, though I had to help do my shift (AND HIS) at the cafe.

In the end I”m the one that ended up cleaning up the last of the party.

Guess that’s fair.

Once he started feeling better I surprised him with the chunk of cake I’d hidden.

He looked at me with eyes that shined like A-Yuan’s when Shijie gave him his kiss.

Apparently this asshat had only managed to get ONE BITE of cake the entire night! The one I fed him!

WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME? I HAD CAKE THIS WHOLE TIME AND YOU ONLY GOT A BITE??????????????????????

WHY DIDN’T YOU EAT IT WHEN I WAS ON STAGE SINGING AND YOU JUST STOOD THERE HOLDING IT LIKE A DERP???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????/

Ah well. In the end he got to have his cake and eat it too. Haa.

#wei ying #wei wuxian #mo dao zu shi #the untamed #mdzs #cql #Long Post #(Modern AU!)

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