Warning: Secondhand embarrassment, swearing (bad habit sorry), fluff, a little bit of Lams
You are going on your first date with Laf and Alex and the squad show up to watch
Note: The POV switches back and forth from yours and Alex’s. It’ll tell you but just a heads up :)
You stood in front of the mirror nervously. You were going out with the most attractive man you had ever met. When you saw him in the coffee shop, you honestly could not comprehend how someone could be that handsome. Your thoughts were interrupted by a sharp rap at the door. You answered it timidly and you smoothed down your outfit. Damn, he was a gorgeous as you remembered. How you were going to get your blush to fade, you weren’t sure.
Oh fuck, he said something. You quickly thought of something witty to say, but his gaze distracted you
“I, um, uh, hi.”
“You ready to go? I hope you like French cuisine! I know the best place. When I lived in Chavaniac…” He babbled
You smiled at how passionate he was, and took his hand. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all…
You arrived at the restaurant and you gasped. The place was beautiful, with luxurious seating and sparkling chandeliers.
“Do you like it?” He asked nervously.
“Oh Laf, I love it!” You squeezed his hand reassuringly.
A finely dressed waiter escorted you to your seats and placed menus in front of you. After he left, conversation flowed naturally between you two.
“Laf is getting laid tonight boys!” I shouted from outside the restaurant. John whooped and high fived Herc. I zoomed in the binoculars. “Looks like they just sat down, and the conversation is flowing. Let’s see if we can, ah, ease the tension a little bit more.” John looked confused. The man was gorgeous, but he wasn’t the brightest at times. “Just follow me.” I sighed.
Laf sat directly across from you, the only thing dividing you was the almost empty plate of bread. You both shared so much in common, including your passion for politics and food. The only thing you had disagreed on was fast food.
“Burger King has a crown for a reason!” He argued
“Oh please, the Big Mac was the original 1000 calorie burger, Burger King copies.”
While you argued, three men approached your table. One look and you saw Laf’s face go sheet white.
“Hey, Laf!” The shorter one said, dripping with innocence. “We just came by to let you know your test results came in, sorry dude, you tested positive for an STD, although we aren’t sure which one.” He smiled sweetly, then turned to you brightly.
“You must be the date! Hi, Alexander Hamilton, pleasure.” Alex shook your hand like a salesman, never breaking his smile.
“The lovely men to my left are John and Hercules, but don’t talk about Herc to Laf. They’ve got a history, if you’re picking up what I’m putting down.” He stage whispered. You saw Laf’s face go furiously red when Hercules winked at him, and he became suddenly very interested in the table cloth.
“So!” Alex exclaimed, putting his elbows on the table. “How did you two meet?”
“We met at a coffee shop called Central Perk.” You said, nodding at Laf reassuringly. The poor boy seemed embarrassed out of his mind.
“Ah, Central Perk! Laf, wasn’t that the place you went to stare at the hot blon-”
“OKAY!” Laf yelled. “I think it’s time for me and [Y/N] to order now!” You saw a bead on sweat trickle down his forehead. “I’ll see you guys at home!”
“Can’t wait.” Said a flirty John, who then winked at his latest victim. They all turned and strutted towards the entrance.
You turned back to your date, who looked as if he wanted the floor to open up and swallow him. “I, uh, don’t have an STD and I didn’t have a relationship with John or Hercules and the only person I’ve ever met at Central Perk is you and-” He babbled.
You giggled. “Laf.” He looked up and his eyes softened. “I know they were your roomates. I saw them with binoculars before they even walked in.” A look of relief swept over him.
“Oh thank God.”
“Still pretty embarrassing though.”
“Don’t remind me.”
You laughed, and the rest of the night went smoothly. After dinner, he walked you home and kissed you goodnight after making plans for another date. “I promise I won’t tell the boys about this one.” He joked. You walked in your apartment feeling like you were floating. You couldn’t have asked for a better date!
I was lying with John under my arm when we heard the door open. A few second later we heard a heavily accented voice yell:
Contained within is a list of career path choices for each Zodiac sign. This list pertains to having the zodiac sign on the 10th house cusp (midheaven) of your birth chart. These can also work for overall sign dominance in a chart. Your 2nd house cusp sign can also show areas where you can gain income with these signs for alternate possibilities.
Careers involving the military, protecting and serving military, soldier. defense department, security law enforcement, firefighter, emergency medical technician
Careers centering around sports and athletics sports, competitive sports, coaching, training athletic director
Careers involving physical force industrial, construction, factory work, hunting, general labor
Careers involving working with metals weapon making including design, manufacturing and testing, engineering, mechanic, butcher (knives), steel worker, iron worker, machinist, millwright, sheet-metal, welding, boilermaker
Careers that involve initiative Generally competitive careers, pioneering careers, business owner, sales
Careers that involve art and creativity painting, drawing, sculpting, creative writing advertising design, typographer, book and magazine layout coordinator website design, blog design, prop design (for plays) working with stage design, set director, urban planner, architect floral design, florist, art therapist, glass blowing, mosaics, tattoo artist working in art gallery or being an art dealer, art auctioneer, art professor interior decoration
Careers that involve visual arts digital design, animation, 3d modeler, video game design, special effects design photographer, nature photographer, aerial photographer, wedding photographer
Careers that working with fashion designing clothes, Jeweler, hair stylist, make up or modeling buying and selling clothes, jewels, wigs, manacurest
Careers and jobs that involve working with music dance, singing, opera, music composition buying, selling, distributing music
Careers dealing with finance and money banking, loan officer, title officer administration, accounting
Careers working with sensual pleasure goods clothes, shoes, seating, bedding, luxuries, perfumes buying, selling, auctioning, or trading these goods
Careers involving home and gardening landscape design, grounds keeping, gardening, green houses, flower shops, planet nurseries interior design, home renovation, home design
Careers involving working with food chef, pastry chef, pastry design, cupcake designer, restaurant management
Careers involving communication Mass media, journalism, broadcasting, radio, TV, telecommunications, announcing sales, advertising, marketing, public relations, teaching, acting, stenography diplomats, politics, advisers
Career involving writing writing, editing, blogging copy-writing, secretary work
Career involving language linguist, speaking, interpreting
Careers involving short distance travel, delivery and transportation truck driver, cab driver, bus driver post office, post man, courier
Dealing with the general public and nurturing others social work , occupational therapist, Human resources, CEO, directors careers involving medical nurturing at the forefront being a nurse, therapist, hospital worker or doctor
Working with children, child care, teaching, preschool nurturing children and taking care of them through pediatrics, babysitter or nanny
Careers with women in mind or feminine products or hygiene being a midwife, OBGYN, working with and protecting abused women
Career dealing with water or working in a water environment maritime industry, oceanographer buying and selling boats, repairing boats, working on a dock, fishing being in the navy, working in marine or navy engineering
Dealing with cooking and food like a chef, short order cook, or working in a restaurant in general catering and setting up social food engagements working with baking or pastry design may like to nature others’ lives by being involved with food dietitian or a clinical dietitian who helps people in hospitals meet their needs
Working with things revolving around history buying, Selling or Refurbishing Antiques working as a historian, advocate, researcher, educator
Working with details relating to Home buying and flipping real estate, selling real estate as an agent homemaker, maid, butler home based business
Careers centering around leadership administration, government and politics, employees of a government service management of various kinds, motivational speaker, CEO
Careers involving children teach children, day care, nursery, preschool teacher, baby sitting, pediatrics
Careers involving hobbies, or fun bring a hobby to their career work with creative self expression professionally being a consultant to some capacity
Careers centering gambling and speculation Gamble professionally, Work in stock/day-trading, forecasting
Careers dealing with sports play sports for a living, Work with sports in some capacity be a sports manager, teaching sports
Careers involving detail oriented work system analyst, archivist, statistician, tax auditing, research, book keeping, librarian auditor, financial planing, loan officer executive assistance, executive director mathematics, physics, surveying public education, human resources
Careers involving critique Film reviewer, music reviewer, art critic
Careers involving writing or use of the hands editor, graphic design, welding, engineering
Careers centering around health and fitness nutritionist, natruopathic, education and health research health care worker, nurse, doctor, dentist, disease control, environmental health, health advocacy, health education, community health organization occupational therapist, fitness instructor, personal trainer,
Career working with animals and small pets vet, vet technician, animal breeder, dog trainer, groomer
Careers that involve art and creativity painting, drawing, sculpting, creative writing advertising design, typographer, book and magazine layout coordinator website design, blog design, prop design (for plays) working with stage design, set director, urban planner, architect floral design, florist, art therapist, glass blowing, mosaics, tattoo artist working in art gallery or being an art dealer, art auctioneer, art professor interior decoration
Careers that involve visual arts digital design, animation, 3d modeler, video game design, special effects design photographer, nature photographer, aerial photographer, wedding photographer desktop publisher,
Careers that working with fashion designing clothes, Jeweler, hair stylist, make up or Modeling buying and selling clothes, jewels, wigs
Careers and jobs that involve working with music dance, singing, opera, music composition Buying, selling, distributing music
Negotiations, diplomacy, mediation and law career fields working in public relations, being a go-between, escrow, arbitrator working in human resources, supervision, moderating diplomats, consultant being a Court room specialist, Paralegal who works with clients directly, court writer, A judge
Working with marriage or relationships couples, or guidance in general marriage counselor, relationship counselor wedding design, planning, wedding photographer guidance counselor, occupation or career therapist
Careers involving digging deep and research police work, detective, private eye, criminal investigator chemist, engineer, archaeology, paleontology pharmacology, science research, military intelligence information broker, technical writer, recycling researcher
Careers that involve water fishing, boating, oceanographer, maritime industry, marine biology, marine scientist, shipping, dock worker
Careers that involve healing doctor, surgeon, psychiatrist, psychologist, therapist paramedic
careers involving positions of power or control politics, presidency, prime minister
Careers involving intensity or protecting security, firefighting, homeland security
Careers involving death funeral director, coroner, mortician, embalmer, forensics
Careers of being an authority boss, management, ceo, chief executive, chairmen chief economist, adminstrator, team management entrepreneur, supervisor
Career involving government and politics government officials, president, mayor smithsonian instuation, national security agency central intelligence agency, government accountability office center for disease control, homeland security, parliament public defense, criminal prosecution
Careers involving business business owner, property management, landlords market research analyst, business operations manager, bookkeeping, marketing, compliance officer, management anaylst
Careers involving building structure architect, real estate developer, engineer, contractor masonry, construction, foreman, site manager, building inspector
Careers involving the Earth mining, farming, agriculture, horticulture, forest and timber industry earth science, geology, paleontology, space science, astronomer, geophysics
Careers involving science and technology computers, IT fields, robotics, technical writer astronomy, esoteric science, astrology, physicist, rocket scientist, aeronautics research scientist, architectural design, communications, electrician
Careers in innovation and engineering bio engineering, civil engineering, cryo engineering material engineer, industrial engineer, safety engineer environmental engineer, electrical engineer
Careers in politics congress, government representative, political activist entrepreneur, political commentator, state legislator campaign worker, congressional research, public opinion analyst city manager
Careers in humanitarianism and social reform social worker, civil rights activist, mediator aid worker, make a wish foundation, volunteer work environmental activist, labor relations specialist consumer advocate
Careers involving groups or teams consultant work, advisory, performing in a music band, sports team, group project
Careers in creativity art, music, actor, directing, creative writing photography, digital art, digital business Urban development, strategic planning
Careers dealing with creativity artist, painter, photography, graphic editor music, writing songs, music industry creative writing, fantasy novelist, poet acting, dancing, performing, choreographer graphic design, video production, video game design beautician, designer, decorator, stylist
Careers that involve computer visual arts Digital design, animation, 3d modeler, video game design, special effects design
Careers in hidden places of society and retreat prisons, hospitals, monasteries, jails, penitentiaries asylums, mental hospitals, rehabilitation clinics
Careers in spirituality and religion theology, astrologer, mystic priest, monk, minister, spiritual counselor
Careers in holistic healing holistic healer, shaman, energy healer acupuncture, aromatherapy, homeopathy, naturopathy herbalist, art therapist, music therapist
Careers that involve working with chemical substance chemical engineer, chemist, pharmaceuticals, alcohol, bar-tending
Careers that involve water fishing, boating, oceanographer, maritime industry, marine biology, marine scientist, shipping, dock worker
Careers involving helping and serving others psychologist, therapist, counselor, social work Masseuse, caretaker, nurse, aid worker, non-profit career philanthropy
“Thomas Jefferson,” You read out loud to Peggy as you ate a bowl of cereal. “He’s 31. Loves France, art, and is looking for a companion.” You laughed a little, but your voice quickly softened. “He makes over $100,000.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Peggy snorted, digging into her breakfast.
“Well,” You paused. “No, but -” You chuckled. “That’s a lot of money. More than what I make.”
“Definitely. What else?”
“He’s really tall and he’s really fit from the looks of these pictures.” You smiled, scrolling through the photos on his profile. “He’s traveled a lot and -”
Peggy knew what the look on your face meant. She squealed and quickly peered over your shoulder.
“What did he say? What did he say?”
You opened the message and felt your heart race as the app loaded. Finally, your conversation with Thomas appeared. You picked right back up from where you left off.
Hi, darling. It’s been great talking to you. How does a night out in the city sound?
“A night out in the city.” Peggy grinned. “And maybe if you play your cards right -”
You blushed. “Hush, Pegs.” You went to type out a response.
Sounds great. What do you have in mind?
I figured we could do dinner. I wanted to get to know you better, love.
“Darling? Love?” Peggy was practically bouncing in her seat. “These pet names are too much. I’m going to die.”
That sounds great! I’d like that a lot.
His response came right away.
Perfect. Gramercy Tavern at six? I’ll come by and pick you up.
“What kind of car do you think he drives? Maserati?” Peggy mused. “Mercedes-Benz?” She gasped. “A Rolls Royce?”
“He looks like a BMW kind of guy.” You mused as you typed out a response.
Okay, here’s my address. I’ll see you then!
You sat back in your chair with a little sigh. You turned your phone off and looked up at Peggy. “What am I going to wear?”
“Wear your white dress. The short one with the lace. We can jazz it up with some jewelry.”
“Gramercy Tavern is like, crazy nice though.”
“You’re going to look amazing. Relax.”
You tried to. If it was any other situation, you were sure you would have been more excited, but there was something about the whole arrangement that made you nervous. Was it shallow that you were asking for money? Would people judge you? You didn’t want to come off across as desperate, but in all honestly, that’s what you were.
You went to class with Peggy but when you two came back home, you were still on edge.
It neared six o’ clock. Thomas would be here soon. You were dressed to the nines with Peggy’s expertise. The dress hit all the right places, accentuated the best parts of your body. The dress was short so it hit your waist but showed off your legs. You finished the look with nude heels, a matching clutch, and a pretty diamond necklace. Your makeup was done, your hair was curled. You even shaved your legs for the night.
You looked the part. Now, you’d just have to get through dinner.
You felt your phone buzz. It was Thomas.
Darling, I’m outside.
“He’s outside.” You felt your heart race. “Peggy, where’s my phone?”
“In your hand.” She deadpanned, looking up at you. “Deep breath,” She advised you, placing her hands on your shoulders. “This is just the man that’s going to pay your tuition if he likes you enough to do so. No pressure or anything but just make sure you’re charming and beautiful and perfect.”
You glared at her as she finished her sentence, but it wasn’t long before you two laughed. Peggy smiled.
“Knock ‘em dead. You look gorgeous.” She gave you a quick hug. “Pray to God I won’t have to file a police report, but I’ll know what to tell them if something does happen.”
“We’ll be at Gramercy Tavern. Don’t forget. The one on 42 East Twentieth Street.”
“Got it.” She looked you up and down once more, memorizing your outfit in case she would have to give a description to the police. “If you’re uncomfortable at all, call me. I will pick you up. I’m not kidding.”
“I know.” You mumbled. Peggy wasn’t one to joke about those things. “I’ll send you the siren emoji.”
“Okay. Make sure you get that license plate. I may or may not text you every hour to make sure you’re alive.”
“Thanks, Peggy.” You smiled and squeezed her hand before heading out the door. “Love you!”
“Love you too!”
You were greeted by the cool New York air. You walked down the few steps that led up to your place with Peggy, before looking around.
You had practically memorized the face of the man you were looking for now. Curly hair, bright smile, brown eyes. You hadn’t seen him until -
He stood at the bottom of the stairs, smiling at you.
Mr. Jefferson was incredibly handsome, dressed in a white dress shirt with a black blazer and matching slacks. He donned a slim black tie, completing his look. You knew he was handsome just by the look of his profile picture, but to see him in person still took your breath away. He was taller than you imagined. You were in awe of him as he came forward to greet you.
“Hi, darling. I’m Thomas.” He said smoothly, hints of his Southern accent coming out. He leaned forward, brought you in for a hug and kissed your cheek. He pulled away and gave you a little smile.
It was brighter than the New York skyline. There was this strange sort of warmth that filled your heart as you looked up at him. From a single smile, you felt like you had known him for years.
“You’re even lovelier in person.” Thomas whispered, a little twinkle in his eye.
“T-Thank you.” You blushed and Thomas’ eyes seemed to soften at the sight of you. You tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear and reminded yourself to speak up.
“I’m (Y/N). It’s nice to meet you too.”
“Shall we?” He offered you his arm. You took it gratefully, and let him lead you to the car. Peggy and you were both wrong. His car was sleek, sophisticated, and a gorgeous black Bentley. He opened the car door for you and helped you in, before closing the door behind you.
You were greeted with the feeling of luxurious leather seats underneath your fingertips. You remembered you needed to ask him something.
When he came into the car, you spoke up. “Is it alright if I get your license plate?”
Thomas nodded, slipping his keys into the ignition. “Course, darling. It’s 6YJ8R54.”
“Thank you.” You quickly sent a text to Peggy and relaxed when she sent you a thumbs up emoji back. “My roommate just wants to make sure I’m alright. Not that you’re a bad person or anything.”
“No, I understand. The last thing I want for you is to be uncomfortable. Especially if we continue seeing each other after this.” He pointed out, pulling out onto the streets of New York. “So, have you been to Gramercy Tavern before?”
“Never.” You admitted. The radio played softly in the background. Smooth, sultry jazz poured into the car.
“Well, I’m honored to be your first.” He smiled a little. “I think you’ll like it.”
“I’m sure I will.” You turned your phone off. “Hey, is this the album you mentioned to me last night?”
“Miles Davis.” He grinned. “Yeah. You remembered.”
“Yeah,” You laughed a little. “Plus it sounded familiar.”
“I didn’t know you liked jazz.”
“I can appreciate it. My dad listened to jazz a lot when I was a kid. Kind of nice to hear it again.”
The restaurant wasn’t too far from your apartment. Thomas chatted with you about the city, and you appreciated it. You felt a little more comfortable the closer you got to the restaurant. You had driven through the heart of the city, the bright lights and live energy making you smile until he turned down a less busy street. He pulled up in front of the restaurant.
You shouldn’t have been surprised when he pulled right into valet, but even still you were. He gave you a little smile before the workers opened each of your car doors. You stepped out and looked at the lovely restaurant before you. Thomas spoke to the employee for a moment before coming around. He offered you his arm again.
“I’m impressed, Mr. Jefferson.” You chuckled a little.
“I know it might take a little getting used to, but when you’re with me, expect nothing less.”
“What is it that you do again?”
“I work in marketing. It gets pretty busy, but I like the job.”
“Clearly it pays well.”
Thomas smirked. “You could say that, yeah.”
You looked up at him, noticing how smug he looked before you laughed along with him. He opened the door to the restaurant for you and you slipped inside. He had his hand on your lower back as you approached the hostess.
She greeted you warmly. It only took a minute for her to find Thomas’ reservation. She had you follow her and quickly sat you down at a table. Thomas was ever the gentleman, pulling out your chair and you sat at the candlelit table together. The ambiance was warm and yet, not too stuffy. You were sure you didn’t fit in with this crowd, but being with Thomas made you feel a little better.
Other diners laughed and chatted around you. You couldn’t help but notice how many more couples were there. To your left, someone was celebrating an anniversary. Another couple held hands across the table to your right. It was such a romantic place. You wondered if he chose this place for a reason.
“And you, sweetheart? What is it that you hope to do?” He looked at you curiously. “Or do you see this as how you’re going to make a living?”
The question took you aback. You knew what he was referring to when he said this. You were sure he didn’t mean to come across as rude, but it seemed so anyway. You pursed your lips together, tried to keep yourself calm before you called Thomas a self-entitled prick–or something along those lines.
“Actually, I’m in school right now.” You straightened up a little, looking him right in the eye. “I’m studying to be a (M/N). My scholarship is ending soon. I’m concerned about how I’ll pay for my tuition. I don’t want to take out more loans so I needed to find a way to get some extra cash. I’m not sure what reasons you’ve heard from other girls, but I promise it’s more than because I want a new pair of shoes.”
You let out a sigh as soon as you got the statement out. You knew you probably shouldn’t have snapped at the man who was essentially going to pay your tuition, but you weren’t sorry. You simply looked up at him with a tight smile.
Maybe this was a bad idea. You thought. You started to think about an alternative plan. You could take a couple more hours at work and -
“I respect that.” Thomas spoke up. You stared up at him. He leaned back in his chair a little. “I’d be glad to help.”
You nodded a little and let out a sigh of relief. Your heart was beating so quickly, you felt like it was going to explode. “Thank you.”
Thomas felt something click inside him. He’d been on other dates before with women who he couldn’t even recall the name of and yet, here he was, hanging onto every word you said as if it was your last.
He couldn’t explain the feeling he had at the time, but looking back he knew exactly what it was.
He didn’t have time to dwell on it because you spoke up again.
“I have to admit,” you opened up the menu as you spoke. Your eyes fell on the word lobster at least three times. “I’ve never done this before so how is this relationship going to work?”
“I like you.” Thomas chuckled, thanking the hostess when she brought you glasses of water. “Most girls aren’t this honest. Or frankly as interesting.”
You laughed a little. “Really?”
“I knew you were new to this lifestyle from the moment you messaged me.” He pointed out. “You were polite.” He laughed a little. “And you were right about what you said earlier. Most girls just want a taste at this upscale lifestyle, which isn’t wrong or anything, but to hear your reason …” He had a little glint in his eye. “You’re very smart.”
“For getting a sugar daddy?” You laughed a little. “You’re just trying to make me feel better.”
“No. It’s smart!” He insisted. “And your reason is pretty noble.”
“Do you know how long it took me to admit that I was becoming a sugar baby? I felt so embarrassed.”
“There’s nothing wrong with it.” Thomas chuckled a little. “It shows that you’re resourceful. You do what you have to do to get ahead. It’s … admirable.”
You smiled a little, looking at Thomas from across the table. “You make me sound so noble … like this is some great sacrifice I’m making for the greater good.” You exaggerated before the two of you started laughing.
He shrugged. “You’re doing it for a worthy cause to me. More than for a pair of shoes.”
You started to say more, but you turned your head when you heard the workers singing happy birthday to a diner across the restaurant. You smiled fondly before looking back to Thomas. You didn’t notice how intently he admired you.
“Before the waitress comes back, how does the tasting menu sound? I think it’ll give you a bit of everything on the menu.” He hummed. “Do you like seafood?”
“Yeah. It sounds great.” You looked over what the tasting menu offered. Marinated scallops, lobster salad, duck breast and sausage. Your mouth watered. You knew this would be the nicest meal you would have had in a while.
“If there’s anything else you want, let me know.”
You smiled and promised you would, but you still felt a little uncomfortable about it the whole ordeal. It would take some getting used to.
The waitress came by, politely asked you for drinks. You both told her your orders and before she left, Thomas ordered the tasting platter. The waitress took your menus and left you alone, not leaving without giving you a friendly smile.
Soft classical music played in the background. You could hear the clink of silverware all throughout the restaurant.
“Do you come here often?” You asked, trying to fill the silence.
“Yes. Usually on business though.” He nodded a little, fingers tapping along the table absentmindedly. “It’s nice to be here on a date for once.”
“I haven’t gotten out much either.” You mumbled a little shyly.
“No college boys for you?” He asked with a smile. You shook your head and he raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Come on, there has to be someone. You’re a beautiful girl.”
“I’m flattered, but no,” You played with the end of your napkin a little nervously. “Besides, they don’t know how to treat a lady.”
Thomas raised his eyebrows, a little smirk beginning to form on his face. “That so?”
“Yep.” You smiled before continuing. “Plus, half of them are just there to party.”
Thomas laughed at your comment, but he tilted his head a little your previous comment.
“Well, you focus on your studies, love. I’ll treat you better than those boys.”
And from the way he looked at you with his kind eyes and small smile, you had no doubt that he would.
You shared an appetizer, continued you talk all throughout your time there. He ordered a bottle of wine for the two of you. You only had one drink. Eventually, you did get into how your arrangement would work, and as awkward as it was at first, it made you feel a little better once you set the ground rules.
You’d have an allowance–money you could spend however you chose. He figured he’d pay you by the date and give you extra money if you needed it.
“I know you’d like me to cover your tuition mostly, but I don’t mind treating you from time to time. Clothes, makeup, etc.” He trailed off.
You felt yourself getting starry eyed. You were lucky enough to get Thomas as your sugar daddy. You were pleasantly surprised at how well this was going. He’d been nothing but a gentleman so far.
“And if I have any events, I’d love to bring you along to them.” He mentioned. “If your schedule allows you to.”
Your waitress came by with your first entree. It was delicious, and Thomas was glad to see how much you were enjoying the food. The food came out one after another. Marinated scallops, squash tortellini.
For a moment, he indulged in this idea of you. He could see himself doing this with you often. You were intelligent and funny and easy to talk to. As he looked at you, he wondered if there would be a chance that you would love him for more than his money.
Yet, he knew the chances of that were unlikely. It was implied that you were not to fall in love with one another. Besides, he hadn’t been in love since -
“Are you alright?” You asked him softly, noticing the zoned out look in his eye.
Thomas laughed a little. “Y-Yes. Sorry about that. Lost in thought.”
“It’s okay.” You straightened up a little. “I was asking you about Virginia. What’s it like?”
Just like that, Thomas was talking again, that familiar twinkle in his eye and that bright smile on his face. You’d never been there, but from the way Thomas talked about it, you wanted to see it someday for yourself.
“And that’s Virginia in a nut-shell.” Thomas chuckled. He started to say more, until your waitress came back. Thomas turned his attention to her.
“Would you two be interested in getting dessert tonight?” She asked with a little smile, already handing the menu to Thomas.
“Darling, wanna take a look?” He opened to the dessert page and slipped it over to you. “You can order whatever you want.”
You took it from him with a little smile. You only needed a minute before you made up your mind.
“The chocolate cake sounds good.” You hummed. Thomas smiled.
“It’s amazing. You’re gonna love it.”
You handed him the menu back and he gave it to the waitress. “We’ll do the chocolate cake.”
“Excellent choice.” The waitress smiled. “The cookie platter is complimentary with it so I’ll bring that out as well.”
“Perfect, thank you.”
Thomas noticed how you perked up at the mention of the cookie platter. He looked over at you once the waitress had gone.
“I may or may not have wanted that all along.” You smiled a little, looking down a little.
“Don’t be shy. Tell me if you ever want anything. I’ll get it for you.” He reached across the table and gently squeezed your hand. He pulled away almost immediately after, but you appreciated the gesture. “That’s how this relationship works.”
Dessert was amazing. You split the cake and Thomas was right–you did love it. The cookie platter was cute, full of six different kinds of cookies that came with glasses of milk for each of you. That combined with the chocolate cake had you feeling stuffed, but in the best way possible.
Thomas didn’t let you look at the bill. He paid and tipped the waitress without missing a beat. As soon as he got his card back, he gave you a little smile.
“Ready to go?” Thomas asked, straightening up in his chair a little. You nodded, grabbed your phone, your clutch, and rose to your feet. He helped you up and instinctively put his hand on the small of your back as a server went past you with his hands full of entrees. Soon after, you both headed outside, reentering the New York scene.
The sky was pitch black but there were a few stars. The lights from the city shone brighter than them. You stood closer to Thomas as a cold wind blew. You rubbed your shoulders to gather some warmth, but Thomas quickly slung his blazer over your shoulders. He promised the car was coming around in a minute. Once his car pulled around, he helped you inside.
Before he drove off, he put the heater on lowly. His blazer was still around your shoulders. His cologne filled your nose.
“I’ll drop you off at your place.”
You perked up at this. “Not yours?”
Thomas shook his head. “I don’t expect you to put out on the first date.”
You nodded slowly. “The other girls you’ve been with … do they go home with you on the first date?”
“Uh, sometimes. Usually, they insist.”
But you seem different. He wanted to say, but he decided against it.
He cleared his throat a little. “Don’t worry about it. I said I wanted to get to know you better, and that I did. This is your address, right?”
You looked at his phone which was open to his GPS. “Mhmm.”
“Alright. We’ll be there in a little.”
You got lost in the city around you, felt warm from Thomas’ gestures as well as the heat on in the car. You looked over at Thomas, quietly admired the silhouette of his profile.
Before you could get caught up in the idea of him, you reminded yourself this was an arrangement in which love wasn’t a part of the deal. You turned off the feeling. Ignored it. You didn’t have time to fall in love. Thomas didn’t seem to either.
Before you knew it, Thomas had parked in front of your apartment. He turned the car off and gave you a little smile.
“I’ll walk you to your door.” He got out of the car and you did too. By the time, he came around, he had helped you onto the sidewalk and walked with you up the few steps that led to your front door. You took off his blazer and handed it back to him.
“Thank you for such a nice night out.” You said, looking up at him. He took his blazer from you with a little smile while you were busy digging into your clutch for your keys. You found them and smiled up at Thomas.
He looked heavenly. His hair framed his face perfectly. He looked content. The moonlight hit his face and showed off his best features. You could see him smiling back at you.
“It was a pleasure.”
You reached up on your tiptoes and kissed his cheek. Once you pulled away, he whispered, “I’ll transfer the money tomorrow morning.”
You’d agreed he would give you an extra $200 for each date, but you were sure he spent that alone on dinner. You opened your mouth to protest, but he stopped you before you could say anything.
He gently placed his hands on your shoulders, gave you a loose smile. “All you have to do is say thank you.”
You nodded, managed a smile and a little laugh. “Thank you, Thomas. I really had a great time.”
He grinned. “Me too. Good night, darling.”
“Good night.” You said softly then walked through the front door. You couldn’t help but smile as you kicked your heels off.
A/N: I obviously took some liberties with the storyline, but I tried keeping it as true as possible to the canon history. No beta used this time around, so excuse my mistakes.
Summary: It started with a blind date. A date you had skipped out on, but fate had led you right to the man you stood up. Steve Rogers, a man small in stature but big in heart. A chance meeting set everything in motion, but decades later when he is unfrozen, he has been told you have died. But when a mission to retrieve Hydra plans turned up some interesting information, Steve’s left to wonder whether you are still alive. Or is this all just false hope?
Okay how about yoongi leaving his family behind in order to pursue his musical career. He also left his girlfriend that supported his dream and ends up running into her after his success. The girl is a corporate lawyer who is suing big hit for copyright infringement. Suga still has feelings for her but doesn’t want to seem like he only likes her so the lawsuit could be dropped. Even though she tries to avoid him, they keep meetings inevitably through charity galas and corporate parties. I will leave the ending up to you ☺️
“Ms. Y/N, we have the team from Big-hit waiting for you outside. Shall I send them in?”
You looked up through your reading glasses to see Conrad, your assistant, bodyguard and friend, standing at your door. You shifted your weight on your luxurious seat just enough to see past him into the lounge. You could see a group of four people sitting on the couch, out of which one, you knew well.
You sighed as you nodded your head to signal Conrad to let them in. He turned around and was about to leave when you called out to him.
He turned around to look at you.
You gave him a nonchalant look.
“Drop the honourifics please. We are childhood friends, it makes me uncomfortable.”
He gave you a half hearted smirk.
You watched him as he left and snorted. “Fucker.”
You lifted your head once again, hearing the urgent knocks on the door and a small, “ may I come in?”
You opened your mouth to tell your guests to make their way in but before you could, the door was pushed open and a bunch of handsome korean men walked in.
“Well, hello to you too.” You said.
You knew these boys. You had virtually stalked all of them(even the one remaining three, who were not present here), albeit unlike their fans, you had a completely different reason.
“Have a seat, please. I don’t see why you are being so shy after barging in like fantastic four.” You gave a little laugh.
The entire room went silent. Min Yoongi had spoken up.
“That’s Ms. Y/N for you.” You said with a smile. “What would you boys like to speak to me about?” You gestured for them to speak up.
“Drop the case. We did not copy them. You know it, better than anyone.” Yoongi spoke again.
Your expression turned from easygoing to a displeased one as soon as he uttered those words.
Five minutes into the conversation and he says this?
You removed your reading glasses, staring him right in the eye.
“Do I, now?” You said, the hint of anger clear in your voice.
“Yes, you do!” Min yoongi said as he put both his hands on your desk, his face screaming indigence.
“Min Yoongi-ssi, mind your tone. You are standing in my office, at my workplace. Don’t speak to me like we are separated lovers meeting after years.” You taunted.
Min yoongi’s eyes slightly widened as he straightened up and stared at you in slight disbelief.
“As far as the case is concerned, I’m looking into it. I do not know for sure if you have in fact, copied my client’s work. My uncertainty is the primary reason I sent you a warning notice. Now if you will excuse me, I have work to do. Thank you for dropping by.” You said, as you picked up your glasses to put them on again.
“Y/N-ssi, please, listen to me.” It was the eldest, Jin, who spoke this time. “I meant to say this to you the day we performed at the corporate meet but I did not know you were the one dealing with this case. If you will allow me to be a little personal, I have something I need to say.”
You stared the man. You could tell he was smooth with his words.
“I hope this resentment towards us is not because things between you and Yoongi didn’t end well.”
You looked at him with bored eyes and then shifted your focus towards Yoongi, who was glaring at Jin, and gave him a smile.
“You told them about our past?”
Yoongi turned towards you, “No, I mean yes, but-”
“It’s okay, ” You got up from your seat and walked towards Jin, who was observing you. You stood in front of him, at a professional distance. “I don’t know what you have been told or why you thought about bringing this up but let me tell you, although I don’t owe you any explanation, I don’t bring my personal biases into my work. I can tell that you are disturbed but the only consolation I can offer you is this- I will never let an innocent man suffer. Not on my word. I hope this relieves you. If you are innocent, you will walk out of this innocent.”
Namjoon put his hand on Jin’s shoulder. “ Thank you. I trust you will do the right thing.” Namjoon, Jin and Hoseok, who gave you a bright smile, bowed and proceeded to leave the room.
You looked at them leaving and turned to Yoongi, who was leaning against your table looking at you with eyes that clearly showed he was in pain and conflict. You knew those eyes, you knew that gaze, you remember it so vividly.
It was same expression, the one he constantly had before he left you.
He kept a poker face though, looking here and there, avoiding your gaze as soon as you looked at him. Finally after five minutes or so, he seemed to have reached a resolve. He turned to look at you with the the same eyes and you felt your act falter for a tiny second but you buckled up.
You can’t show him what you truly feel. It took all your energy to keep yourself together, you have come too far to break down now.
He came closer to you and just when you thought he’d stop, he kept coming closer and hugged you.
“Y/N…How have you been?”
You didn’t move your arms, your resolve was giving away, you eyes were on the verge of watering.
“What an interesting question to ask in this position, Min Yoongi-ssi.”
He didn’t move and neither did you. He held you and you held back.
Minutes passed and your hands finally moved to push him away from you gently. You looked at him and maintained your deadpanned expression.
“Y/N…why are you being like this? You know I had to leave, you know the reason why we ended things.”
“Don’t give me that shit. YOU ended things. Without my consent. You just left. You left me only a letter to tell me we were done, one fucking letter for all those years we were together.” You voice was starting to hint the anger you had within you.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Y/N! How could we have been together? I didn’t even know how long I was leaving for…or if I was coming back at all. It would have been cruel for me to keep you hanging there, just waiting for me and-”
“How convenient.” You interrupted him. “You think leaving me like that was not cruel? I’m being ridiculous? For all the years we were together, you could not even think about our relationship enduring the test of distance and your immediate thought was to leave me? You didn’t even try. Forget that, you didn’t even bother asking me. How could you be so sure? It’s almost as if you didn’t want us to be together. If you had told that to me before leaving, it would have made a lot more sense to me. At least, a lot more sense than the shit you are sprouting right now.” You finished, you chest heaving.
Min yoongi looked shocked, and dare you say, even a bit angry.
“Okay..if you were so affected by me not being there in your life, why didn’t you call me? There was not a single text, no letter, no calls, nothing. It’s not like you tried, either. You can’t only blame me. I can only say I’m sorry for what happened, Y/N…but it wasn’t only me.”
You stared at him for second before saying-
“This has got to be the shittiest apology I have ever heard in my 25 years on this planet.”
There was silence in the room for a moment before you broke it.
“Leave, Min Yoongi-ssi. I think we are done here. I hope you have a wonderful career and I hope you find a lover who has no self-respect because that is clearly the kind of partner you are looking for. Adios.”
Min yoongi could not believe fate.
What were the odds, that the woman he thought about everyday, tried to find whenever he went back to his hometown-to his family-without success, would be suing his company for copyright infringement?
He loves you, he never stopped loving you, but things were so different when he met you again after all these years…you were so different, so independent and so…cold. You were not the same girl who would smile all the time and tease him by using that phrase which had become synonymous with your personality.
“Ahh…Oppa, you’re a genius rapper, really.”
You were detached now, you didn’t smile when he met you today..at least not that carefree, kind smile you would give him back in those days. You called him ‘Min Yoongi-ssi’ and it sounded so foreign to his ears. He had seen you at the corporate meet, from afar, looking like royalty and he froze for a moment. He was seeing you after years, but how could he have come to you? He was performing and the press was there. It would become a scandal. He knew you had seen him as well, you had locked eyes for a split second, but you turned away like you didn’t recognise him and continued speaking with the suited men and women, with a dead smile on your face.
You had changed and he had a strong feeling that he was the reason for that change. He had taken something from you and it was killing him.
He loves you, he never stopped loving you.
The camera in front of him flashed and he could care less about the photoshoot right now.
He knew he couldn’t stay away from you, not when he loved you so much and definitely not when you were right there, so near to him. All he could think about at that moment was much he loved you…and he would turn the world upside down to get you back.
The camera flashed again. His resolve was renewed. He knew what he had to do.
SO that’s that. I will be dividing this into two parts. This is, you guessed it, part 1. The account that requested this has chosen to stay anonymous.
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For the fall prompt thingy!! Sterek and apple picking please omg i need it Amber 😭😭😭😭
SO IT’S BEEN MONTHS AND NOW IT’S SUMMER BUT I FINISHED IT (also on ao3!)
Stiles never would have thought apple picking, of all things, was romantic. Then again, he never would have thought Derek ‘Angry Eyebrows’ Hale was romantic, either. And on both counts he was wrong.
Ever since they’d started dating–having gotten together the summer before senior year after Stiles had come dangerously close to dying from the aftereffects of having been possessed by the Nogitsune, Derek not wanting to risk never being able to love Stiles the way he wanted to, open for the world to see–Derek had absolutely blown him away with how affectionate and downright romantic he could be. Not a day went by without Derek performing some sort of grand romantic gesture.
On their first date, Derek had surprised him with a bouquet of deep red roses, despite the fact that they were only going to dinner at the local diner that served Stiles’ favorite curly fries. They held hands throughout their meal, Stiles somehow managing to eat a greasy, bacon loaded double cheeseburger one-handed, playing footsie under the table like the dorks they both unabashedly were.
It had started raining by the time they finished dessert, sharing a milkshake like it was the nineteen fifties, Stiles teasing Derek about looking the part of the bad boy greaser in his leather jacket. As they fled to the Camaro, hoping for a reprieve from the heavy rain, Derek used his jacket as a makeshift umbrella, holding it above their heads to shield them from getting pelted by the cold rain.
Once they’d climbed into the Camaro, Derek draping his jacket over Stiles as he unlocked the doors and jogged around the front of the car to climb into the driver’s seat, they’d luxuriated in the Camaro’s heated seats as they laughed about their luck and poor timing, going on their first date the only time it rained that month. Stiles had made a comment about rain on a first date being a sign of good luck, Derek arguing that it was only wedding days that were lucky if rained on, sparking an intriguing conversation about various good luck signs as Derek drove Stiles home.
Stiles had kissed him on the front porch after Derek walked him to the door until his dad started flicking the porch light on and off. Stiles had smiled like an idiot when Derek insisted he hold on to his leather jacket for a little while, laying a kiss on Derek’s cheek for the sweet gesture. He’d put the roses in a vase and set them on his nightstand after Derek left, stealing glances at the beautiful bouquet for the next two weeks, breaking into a blinding grin whenever he did.
On their second date, a double feature at the local movie theater across town, Stiles had attempted to return Derek’s jacket, slipping it off his shoulders when Derek pulled up in front of his house, only for Derek to insist that he keep it, at least for just a little bit longer. Stiles had proudly strut over to the Camaro, chin held high as slid into the passenger seat still wearing the leather jacket despite the midday heat, slipping his hand into Derek’s as they pulled onto the road.
They’d sat in the back of the darkened theater, Derek leading Stiles to their seats, his werewolf night vision guiding him through the crowded theater, the location of the seats prompting many innuendos and eyebrow waggles from a jokingly scandalized Stiles. He’d only stopped teasing Derek about his choice of seating when Derek had grabbed the front of his Star Wars t-shirt and pulled him into a deep kiss as the opening credits rolled.
They’d spent the rest of the double feature holding hands as they shared a tub of popcorn and a box of Reeses Pieces, occasionally feeding each other the peanut butter candies before leaning in to kiss the butter from the popcorn off each other’s lips afterwards. They both blissfully ignored the appalled, genuinely scandalized looks they received, mostly from the elderly couples in attendance, due to their blatant public displays of affection, Derek assuring Stiles that he had no reason to be embarrassed or shy, casually throwing his arm around Stiles’ shoulders and kissing his temple.
A few hours later they left the theater with Derek’s arm still around Stiles’ shoulders, smiles proudly plastered on both their faces.
Their third date consisted of a nice dinner in at loft, giving Derek an opportunity to flex his culinary muscles, thoroughly impressing Stiles with a three course meal — an appetizer of potato skins followed by an entree of filet mignon before a dessert of various fruits dipped in chocolate and caramel sauces. They ate on the couch, the informal seating belying the sophistication of the meal, cuddling as they took Boyd’s suggestion to heart and watched Luke Cage on Netflix.
They watched Mike Colter kick ass on screen, Stiles making an offhand comment about how hot he was, Derek huffing and crossing his arms over his chest in faux jealousy until Stiles peppered kisses over his cheeks. Whenever there was a lull in action on the TV screen they took advantage of the opportunity to lick the sticky sweetness of chocolate and caramel off each other’s lips, hands tenderly stroking each other’s faces, fingers brushing through each other’s hair.
On Stiles’ eighteenth birthday they had sex for the first time.
Derek made love to him so gently and so sweetly, holding him and touching him and kissing him like he was something to be cherished, something to be treasured and protected and loved, that Stiles had buried his face in the crook of Derek’s neck and cried. Derek had held him for the rest of the night, rolling over so Stiles lay on his chest, running his hand up and down the smooth, mole dotted planes of his back, whispering hushed words of love into his sweaty hair as Stiles sobbed softly.
In the morning, Derek made him breakfast in bed and scattered kisses over the marks he’d left on his neck the night before, combing his fingers through Stiles’ disheveled bed head as Stiles munched on the perfectly crispy bacon and wonderfully fluffy pancakes Derek had made, trying not to be too embarrassed by the previous night’s waterworks.
After breakfast, Derek had literally carried him to the bathroom where they’d taken a hot shower together, Derek, unable to help himself, nipping and sucking at Stiles’ neck as he massaged body wash into Stiles’ smooth, pale skin. Soon enough, Derek’s amorous kisses and less than innocent touches led to what was both Stiles’ first time having shower sex and his first time having sex standing up–all in only his second time having sex at all.
Between moans he thanked the heavens above for Derek’s foresight to have a bottle of oil based lube on hand in the bathroom, smirking to himself as he idly wondered about how long Derek had wanted to fuck him in the shower.
After their steamy shared shower, Derek had carried Stiles back to bed after drying him off, Stiles too boneless with pleasure to even lift his head off Derek’s shoulder. They spent the rest of the day lounging in bed, not bothering to put a shred of clothing on, Stiles lazily pressing kisses over Derek’s neck and shoulders and collarbone as Derek gently stroked his hand up and down Stiles’ naked back, tracing the play of moles across the breadth of his shoulders.
And the romance hadn’t stopped there. If anything, it had intensified.
Derek made a point of continuing to be as romantic as humanly–werewolfily?–possible, constantly one upping himself with every gesture.
A few days after he gave Stiles another bouquet of red roses for their three month anniversary, he one upped himself by scattering rose petals and candles around the entire loft leading to the bed upstairs where he made love to Stiles for hours. Only a few hours after he’d absentmindedly began singing to Stiles on the couch, Stiles’ head in his lap as he re-read one of his favorite books, he pressed kisses to Stiles’ shoulders and back as he mumbled poetry into his skin in fluent Spanish as they laid in bed together.
So, naturally, he was intrigued when, while he and Derek were driving along a country road on the outskirts of Beacon Hills, Derek had pointed out a sign in front of a local farm, advertising for people to pick their own apples, and insisted he pull over. He’d cocked an eyebrow at his boyfriend but parked and climbed out of the Jeep nonetheless, eager to see what Derek had in mind.
Derek slipped his hand into Stiles’ and led him over to a display of produce for sale where an elderly man was restocking a wooden shelf of cartons of cranberries. The man turned to greet them with a warm, toothy smile, wiping his hands with a handkerchief. “What can I do for you gentlemen?”
“Hi,” Derek greeted, holding his hand out to shake the man’s hand. “How much to pick our own apples?”
“Five dollars a head,” the man replied, returning Derek’s firm handshake. He visibly blanched when Derek handed him a twenty dollar bill, shaking his head as he stammered, “Oh, no. This-This is too much.”
Derek simply shrugged and slipped his arm around Stiles’ shoulders, hugging him tightly against his side. Looking back at the man who was still gawking at the twenty dollar bill, he explained, “It’s a special occasion.”
After blurting out a few thank you’s, the man directed them over to the apple orchard, handing them each a hand woven basket to collect their apples in. They had eagerly hurried to the orchard where Derek set to work explaining which apples were the best to pick.
Stiles waited until they were both immersed in picking apples, steadily filling their baskets, to ask the question that had been burning in the back of his mind since they parked. Glancing over his shoulder at Derek who was reaching up to pluck a juicy red apple, he inquired, “So… Apple picking?”
“Yeah,” Derek answered simply, a smile audible in his voice. “My mom used to bring us every year. All of us — me and my sisters — would spend the whole day picking apples with her.”
Stiles smiled himself, biting his bottom lip. He loved hearing about Derek’s family though he always ached at the fact that he would never meet any of them.
“My mom would always bake an apple pie that same night. With streusel on top, not pie crust,” Derek continued on, luring Stiles away from his downright depressing thoughts. A soft, nostalgic smile accompanied his words as he recalled, “She’d use the rest of the apples to make her own apple sauce. And apple cake and cider and muffins, even cheesecake.”
Derek raised his head to smile over at Stiles who beckoned him over with a wave of his hand. He set his basket down and meandered over to Stiles with a sly grin, backing him against a nearby tree. “Yeah?”
“I love you,” Stiles announced, raising his hands to fist them in the front of Derek’s shirt to reel him in for a sweet kiss. The funny thing was it almost tasted like apples.
Summary: After waking up after an agonizing pain and confused, you’re taught about the history of the ‘Demi-Gods’ and how you need to learn to control your power.
You stirred in your sleep, regaining consciousness as you propped yourself up on your elbows slowly. Even though your eyes were closed, the brightness of the room reached behind your eyelids. Taking in a deep breath, your eyes fluttered open. The whole place was illuminated, from the floor to the ceiling. Your eyes crossed to a table on which a silver tray was littered with medical implements. To the left a glass fronted cabinet was brimming with bottles with what looked like pills and fluids. Looking up, the ceiling-mounted surgical lights loomed over you like a giant praying mantis. You sniffed. The pungent and irritating odor of iodine hung heavily in the air. You were in a medical examination room.
Where is this place? you wondered, sitting up fully and carefully swinging your legs over the side of the bed. A small gasp escaped your lips when your bare feet came into contact with the cold glass floor, sending chills all through your body. When your feet adjusted to the temperature of the floor, you pushed yourself up from the bed and cautiously made your way, to the door. You pressed your ear against the door, to detect any sounds of life on the other side. Contented that the way out was clear, you turned the handle and opened the door. Taking a step outside, you were faced with a stark white corridor. Turning your head left and right, the corridor seemed to stretch for several meters. A shiver ran down your spine, the deserted hallway was decidedly eerie. The sound of a door clicking open held you riveted to the spot. What danger lies ahead, you wondered. Your heart began to beat against your rib cage, as the sound of the blood coursing through your veins pounded in your ears.
A male figure emerged from the doorway rubbing his hands on his jeans. As the door swung shut, you noticed the sign for the gents toilets. Looking up, his eyes locked with yours. Your breath hitched.
“Hey, you’re finally awake” he said casually. Panicked, you turned around and moved in the other direction. “Wait!” he called. His command quickened your pace, until you were almost running. From behind, you could hear his foot falls coming after you. Your eyes widened at what appeared in front of you. You halted. A shadow like figure materialized before your eyes. Once the figure solidified you backed up slowly, only to bump into your pursuer.
“Jungkook! I though Seokjin told you to keep an eye on her!” the taller males voice boomed. The boy stumbled over his words for a second.
“I-I just went to the bathroom, I swear this is the first time I’ve seen her move since Seokjin gave her the herbal tea,” the boy admitted, stepping away and allowing you some space. The other boys cold eyes traveled from Jungkook to you. They instantly softened.
“I apologies about Jungkook, he doesn’t really understand that people are freaked out when they first come here. I understand that you are confused, but please, if you’d like to follow me and we can tell you more about why you are here,” he smiled, his voice calming. He held on his hand. You hesitated. But then,took his hand. He gently tugged you along behind him. The suddenness of his movements, made you stumble.
“M-may I ask your name?” your voice barely audible, but luckily the boy heard. He looked over his shoulder and smiled again.
“I’m Namjoon, and the boy behind you is Jungkook. Don’t worry, we already know who you are (Y/N), all will be explained shortly.” He lead you through the endless corridors until you came to a pair or large antique wooden doors. He released your hand. Using force we pushed open the doors with both hands. Inside was an enormous living room, which housed a impressive library.
You stared in disbelief at the vast number of books upon the selves. The room had a bloody appearance dew to the red lighting and the maroon wallpaper. The antique seating, looking luxurious. You squealed when you noticed a chair, flying through the air towards you. Instinctively, you raised you hands to protect yourself. You waited for the impact. Nothing happened. Lowering your hands you saw Namjoon standing off to your right. The chair suspended in mid-air, inches from his face.
“Jimin! Taehyung! What has Seokjin told you about fighting! Enough, we have a guest!” as he lowered his hand, the chair followed suit. Namjoon stepped aside, allowing you to step into the living room. One of the boys, who had the other in a head lock, and instantly dropped the other.
“Sorry Namjoon,” the two boys said in unison. Namjoons left eyebrow quirked. Shaking his head, Namjoon continued. “Jimin, Taehyung, this is (Y/N), she’s new, so I expect you to be on your best behaviour, am I clear?” Namjoon glared. The boys swallowed hard and nodded.
“If you want to sit down, I can go get you a glass of water,” Jungkook suggested, who still stood behind you. Turning around slightly, you nodded and walked further into the living room, still admiring the details filled through out the room.
“Where am I?” you instantly asked as you spun around on the spot and faced Namjoon.
“You shall know soon, when the others have arrived.”
“The others?” you asked with an eyebrow raised. Namjoon nodded in reply.
“There are many people here, but there are seven of us, who were elected the leaders of the Demi-Gods,” Namjoon spoke. “So we must wait for the rest of the council to arrive, then we shall explain to you, what’s happening.” You gave a slight nod and cautiously sat down on one of the chairs, still unsure of the new people who were around you.
“Ah speak of the devil,” Jimin smirked as Jungkook, and three other boys entered the room. They didn’t wear anything fancy, instead they wore jeans, and white shirts. A smile spread across the features of the tallest.
“Ah (Y/N), you’re awake, I’m not sure if you remember me, but I’m Seokjin, the one who gave you the herbal tea to ease your pain. To which I must ask. How are you now?” he gently spoke as he walked towards you, followed by Jungkook and the two other men who stood behind him.
“I remember,” you muttered avoiding his gaze.
“It seems you’ve met Jungkook, Jimin, Taehyung and Namjoon. This is Hoseok and Yoongi, and we’re all members of the council, and founders of this organisation,” Seokjin explained.
“I was told you’d tell me why I’m here?” you asked.
“Ah of course, allow us to get comfortable first,” Seokjin smiled again maneuvering himself so he now sat opposite you. Jungkook handed you the glass of water and took a seat on your right, Jimin on your left. The others scattered around the room, sitting on the arm of the couch or chair and folding their arms.
“Now, let’s get down to business,” Yoongi yawned, resting his cheek on his hand and closed his eyes. Seokjin rolled his eyes and faced you.
“Now as you know, we are the founders and council of the ‘Demi-Gods.’ We are a secret organisation that takes in the children and teenagers with, special abilities,” Seokjin’s emphasis on the last few words peaked your interest, making you lean forward in your seat. You placed your elbows on your knees, and put your chin on your hands.
“Please continue,” you spoke quickly, wanting him to continue quickly. A light sigh escaped his lips.
“Special abilities. People who are gifted, they are known as Demi-Gods, which is what we are, what you are,” he continued.
“W-what? That’s impossible, I think I would of known if I was special abilities,” you argued. Seokjin just shook his head.
“None of us knew. The transition happens between the time you were born, until your 20 birthday. The older you are when you go through the transition, the more powerful and dangerous your power is. We brought you here, because you were about to go through the transition.”
“How did you know it was going to happen to me though?” you asked, not believing his words.
“We have a special system that allows us to track and find young adults, such as yourself, who are going to go through the transition,” Hosoek piped up, making the others nod in agreement.
“Okay, so if you have special powers, show me… I find all of this hard to believe,” you said leaning back once again and crossing one of your legs over the other, arms now folded.
“Tch,” Yoongi spat as he stood up and turned his hand into a first. After a moment of concentrating, he slowly opened up his hand, to reveal a snowflake made out of ice. “Enough proof?” he snapped. Your eyes narrowed slightly at his tone.
“Good.” Yoongi sat back down.
“So, Mr. Arrogant over here controls ice. What do the rest of you control?” you asked.
“Oi!” Yoongi yelled, but you looked at him unfazed by his lack in intimidation.
“I control earth, the reason why I made the herbal tea, Jimin’s power is fire, Taheyungs is Lightning, Hoseok’s is light, Namjoon’s is air and Jungkook’s is Water. We’ve figured out that our power is related to out personalities in a way.
“Ah! So that’s why Yoongi is such a dick,” you smirked when he glared at you.
“If you want to put it like that, then yes that’s why Yoongi is such a dick,” Seokjin held back his laughter when Yoongi lightly punched his arm.
“So what’s mine then?” you asked tilting your head slightly.
“That’s for you to figure out on your own. Your power is normally revealed when a certain emotion is triggered, for Jimin and Taehyung it was rage. One of the many reasons as to why they always fight,” Namjoon growled, making the two boys sink in their seats.
“Alright, so if you just trigger most of my emotions it should work?” Seokjin nodded.
“I believe it will most likely be a negative emotion. Like hatred, or anger, because of how dangerous your power is,” he continued.
“Okay,” you looked away from the others to the books. “If you don’t mind, could I have a look at some of the books in here? I’d love to read some of them,” your eyes sparkled.
“Of course, the living room is for all of us to share, many people come in here for more information on how to control their abilities,” Namjoon explained. Instantly, you jumped out of your seat and headed to one of the selves.
“Oh great, now we have another nerd,” Yoongi sighed under his breath. Stopping in your tracks you turned around, eyes narrowing at him.
“Got a problem with that?” you snarled. Yoongi stood up and walked towards you slowly.
“Yoongi what’re you-,” Jungkook was cut off by Seokjin, who shushed him.
“Actually I do. I haven’t really liked you since I saw you, and now considering I’ve figured out your bitchy attitude, you’re certainly someone I hate,” Yoongi spat. You growled under your breath.
“Looks like we’re on the same page then,” you spat stepping on his foot slightly, making him wince. “Woops,” you smirked. Out of no where a snowball hit you in the shoulder. Shocked you looked at Yoongi, who was now smirking.
“Woops,” he mimicked you in a high-pitched voice. “You act all tough, but all you are is weak and pathetic, honestly I’m surprised your a Demi-God,” Yoongi laughed. That comment sent you over the edge. Holding up your hand you twisted it, making Yoongi stop and cough up blood. Staring at his wide eyed, you put your hand down and covered your mouth.
“That was much easier than I thought. Your an emotional person (Y/N), which can be a good or bad thing, just don’t allow things to get to you too much, otherwise you’ll be in for the worst,” Namjoon spoke.
“We’ve figured out your power though. It’s clear that you work with blood, meaning that you’ll be able to cripple your enemies from the inside,” Seokjin explained.
“What enemies?” Taehyung sighed.
“About a year ago, there were two females, known as Hwasa and Lisa, one of them controlling metal, the other controlling darkness. While they’re powers could of been used for good, they decided to use it to hurt people. They were greedy, and threatened to kill us if we didn’t join them. It was seven against two, and we had won. But they’re still out there, and everyday, they try and find recruits, powerful people such as yourself, to join them and try to wipe us out,” Taehyung answered.
“Which is why you must stay here, train with us, make this your new home,” Namjoon stood up.
“But my family!” you protested.
“If you went back to your family, you would put them in danger. Hwasa and Lisa also have trackers allowing them to find people in transition, if you left the institute you would be found, and forced to join them. They’d threaten to kill your family, and even if you did join. They would most likely kill your family anyway,” Seokjin answered. Sighing in defeat you looked at the ground. Yoongi cleared his throat.
“I would like to apologies for my rude behavior, I only provoked you, so we could figure out your ability. I honestly didn’t mean any harm,” Yoongi apologized making you smile softly.
“I figured that out after I made you cough up blood. Sorry about that by the way,” you sheepishly said, avoiding eye contact and scratching the back of you head.
“Also, we have hidden powers that come along with our abilities. Like Jungkook, he controls water, but he has the ability to heal not only himself, but other two. We all have one, including you. But it will only be activated at the most important of times,” Hoseok continued.
“Okay, I think I’ve got it. In short we’re basically the X-Men?” you asked.
“I-I… Yeah… If that’s how you want to put it,” Jimin sighed as he internally face-palmed.
“I think we should call it a day. And besides, you have training tomorrow (Y/N),” Seokjin stood and up faced Jimin.
“Jimin if you could be so kind and escort (Y/N), to her room,” Seokjin ordered. Jimin bowed and stood up.
“Please follow me,” Jimin demanded. You followed closely behind him. Once out of the room you decided to have small talk.
“So you control fire, that must be cool right?” you asked unsure of what his reaction would be.
“I guess it’s pretty cool, but it’s dangerous. I sometimes wondered how someone as clumsy as myself got fire. I was genuinely surprised when I figured out my ability. I never would of expected something so cool,” Jimin spoke as if he was a child getting a toy for the first time.
“What’s your hidden power?” you asked.
“Hm? Oh I’m allowed to extract fire. So I can take it away. It’s actually really helpful, I’ve set so many things on fire accidentally that I can just pull it away and pretend nothing happened. Even though it’s normally burned,” Jimin chuckled.
“I wonder what mine will be,” you mumbled.
“I also wonder, you have an very incredible power, and if used wrongly, there will be great consequences I hope you understand that.” You nodded in reply. “Ah here we are, your room,” Jimin smiled as he opened the door and allowed you to enter. “If there is anything you need, you can just think it. Jackson, another person who is here, has telepathy, allowing all of us to communicate with everyone in the building. Just think of the person you want to send a message too, and then say what it is after, okay?”
“Alright,” you replied. “Thank you and good night Jimin,” you smiled. Jimin nodded and closed the door behind him. Sighing you laid down on your bed and closed your eyes, not bothering to change. As your consciousness slipped away from you, you wondered what kind of training you’d be doing the next day.