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Not One, But Two (Part VI)

Summary: It all started on that night when you and Jay were both too drunk to remember anything. You resigned from your job and left Seoul with a secret. Now you’re back and ready to tell Jay about them, but doing so means sharing their lives and putting his career and love life on the line.

Originally posted by jaywalkerzz

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI

Jay scanned the sheet of paper, carefully taking in every word to make sense of the whole document, but no matter how much he tried to regain his focus, it was futile.

He closed the folder, placed it on top of the papers piled on his desk and threw his head back as he swirled his chair to face the window on one side of his office. Gray clouds hovered with threats of an imminent rain. The city looked anything but cheerful.

His phone vibrated on his pocket, and with muscle memory he grabbed it, unlocked the screen and read the message from one of his friends. He was asking him if he’s up for some drinks tonight.

Some other time, he texted back.

He was about to put it on his desk when his thumb pressed the message app again. Three names below the recent contact was your name. You told him that you’d be going on a grocery, with a slight indication of holding him responsible for spending, if not all, what’s little left of it.

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Prompt request #6 - Theo Raeken

Requested by Anon

Theo Raeken x Reader

38. “I just wanted an easy day with my girlfriend/boyfriend. What’s so wrong with that?”

Your phone was buzzing like crazy and you had a hard time to silent it down since it was in the bottom of your bag. ”I’m so sorry!” you pleaded when all your classmates including your teacher was staring at you.

”If you don’t turn off your phone I’m afraid I’ll have to give you detention.” your teacher warned and you started to sweat. ”I’m sorry. I’m turning it off now.” you said but you didn’t, you just putted it on mute.

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Quarterback pt. 3

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Final

Description: You find out…some news

Genre: Angst (ha y’all thought this would be fluffy or smutty)

Pairing: Kim Junmyeon x Reader

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Originally posted by ethereal-baek

I nervously sat on the closed toilet lid. I anxiously bopped my leg up and down running a clammy hand through my soft hair. I was patiently waiting, dreading the answer of a plus or negative. The pregnancy test was one of the worst tests that felt like years but in reality took only a few minutes.

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Ginny’s phone buzzes on the bed beside her for the fifth time.

And then the screen lights up again. She looks down at the backlit device. Five messages.

Please answer.

I just want to know that you’re okay.

Okay, that’s not all I want to know. Gin, please.

I know you’re angry, and you have every right to be. I really want to talk to you.

Ginny unlocks the screen to clear away the messages before she sets her phone to ‘do not disturb.’

Twenty-five minutes later, there’s a knock at her door. 

“Ginny?” Mike’s voice calls out. She stays still and doesn’t attempt to adjust the volume on the TV either. 

“Gin, I know you’re in there. I can here the TV, and I know you don’t just leave it on. Just talk to me. Even if it’s to yell at me and tell me you never want to see me again, I’ll take it. It’s better than this.

“If you don’t answer, I’ll just sit out here all night and keep talking to the door. I’ve got a lot I can say, Gin.”


I have a cold right now, and I’m being dramatic about it to my boyfriend, so I wrote a thing where Douglas is dramatic about a cold to Martin. 

Martin had just gotten into his car at Fitton airfield, after having finished a brief solo flight, when his phone buzzed as soon as he turned it on. He glanced down and thumbed the screen unlocked. There were several messages from Douglas, and he raised an eyebrow as he opened the first one.

‘I am plagued by illness.’

'The sickness is consuming me. The world is going dark, and here I lie, alone and abandoned.’

Martin snorted, and scrolled down.

'Martin, I fear I am going to decay away into nothingness before you get home. Tell my daughters I love them.’

'I feel death creeping closer. If nothing but my corpse remains, give my opera collection to Carolyn. It’s better than Herc’s.’

'And give Arthur my cookbooks.’

‘The world is spinning beneath me. I am forgotten. I am fading. The mighty sky god has fallen. Vanquished by this great and terrible ailment.’

Martin rolled his eyes and started the car. He shot back a quick reply as he drove out of the airfield parking lot.

'Do you need me to pick up cold medicine on the way home?’

A few minutes passed before the phone buzzed, and Martin waited until he hit a red light to check it.

'But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? A reply at last? I am emboldened to drag myself back to life, even as my body fails from lack of aid and love.’

'That’s a yes then. I’ll be home soon.’

The next message is nothing but a string of emojis, with such a vast range of emotions, Martin only shook his head. It took him a few minutes to get to the drug store, and as he browsed the aisles, his phone buzzed again.

'I am on the precipice of life and death. I stare into the void as it tries to pull me in, hanging on by nothing but my hope that the love of my life shall soon grace me with his presence for one last time.’

'I’m almost done at the drug store. Do you need more tissues?’

'I need *so many* tissues. My brain is rebelling against its confines and trying to liquidate itself through my ears.’

'Right. See you soon.’

It was only about five minutes later that Martin pulled into the driveway and walked in the front door. Upon entering the living room, Martin huffed out a laugh as he saw Douglas. Sprawled across the couch, arm draped over his eyes, he looked the very picture of a tragic hero. Martin strode up to the couch, stood over Douglas, and tilted his head in contemplation. Douglas was definitely awake and clearly waiting for what Martin would do. Martin promptly dumped the several boxes of tissues directly on top of Douglas. Douglas sputtered for a moment, and dropped his arm to glare at Martin in mock-offense.

“Is it not enough that this cold is trying to kill me? Must you try as well?”

Martin only laughed and leaned down to press a kiss to Douglas’ forehead.

“Glad to see you’re still alive, then. Did you miss me?”

Douglas pouted a bit, but his eyes glittered with amusement.

“More than you can possibly imagine.”

Martin laughed, even as he held out the other bag from the drugstore.

“For you, my poor sick first officer.”

Douglas sat up fully, pressed a hand to his heart, and grinned up at Martin.

“My hero.”

Martin only smiled and shook his head. No matter how much Douglas would say otherwise, he was a complete drama queen.

A family will rise from ashes

Matteusz awoke. His mobile was vibrating beneath his pillow. He pulled it out, and turned off the alarm. Unlocking the screen he stared at his messages from Charlie. The night seemed a haze, but reading his texts brought everything back. Charlie was an alien prince, from a dead world hunted by shadows; and he was his boyfriend.

He got out of bed and quietly got dressed. He didn’t want to see his parents; he wasn’t ready to. Carefully descending the stairs, he opened the door and let himself out. The morning was cold, he thought about going back for a sweater, but didn’t want to risk it.

It was seven by the time he reached the coffee shop. He stood at the window and stared at the couch Charlie and him had sat on. Everything had felt good that day. Would things be awkward when he saw Charlie?

He turned back and walked to the school. He sat on the grass and watched the early morning dog walkers. For them the most contentious part of their day was probably deciding how to spend it. Their world was still big.

He checked his mobile; there was still half an hour till eight. He lay down and looked up at the sky. Daylight hid the stars, but they were still there just beyond. He wondered which might be Charlie’s home, abandoned in the Heavens. His family was gone.

Matteusz still had a home, that should bring him comfort, but it didn’t. He loved his parents; he just couldn’t reconcile the good memories of his childhood with their hatred for him now. No not hatred, misguided love. They think they are doing right by him. But he is not an alcoholic he doesn’t need help. He is as he has always been, he just never wanted a boyfriend as a child, and so they never saw it.

Matteusz’s pocket vibrated. Lifting it out he read the text from Charlie. “Are you still coming? I just want to know if you are ok?”

He had been lost in his own thoughts. It was 8:15. “Sorry,” He texted back. “I am ok. Be there soon.”

It took Matteusz just a couple minutes to jog back to the coffee shop. He saw Charlie from the window, sitting on their couch. He looked relieved. Entering the shop he finally felt warm. Charlie waved him over; he had gotten him a coffee.

“Morning,” Charlie greeted him.

Matteusz sat beside his friend; things felt the same. Charlie passed Matteusz his coffee. Their hands touched briefly. Matteusz took a sip; it felt warm. Charlie put his hand on Matteusz’s. He looked up at him. “Is this ok?”

Matteusz slid his fingers between Charlie’s. He gave a tight squeeze then relaxed. “Always.”

Charlie sighed relief and put his head on Matteusz’s shoulder. “How were things when you got home?” Charlie looked up, “they weren’t really ok with me were they?”

“No. I did not see them. Last night I found a pamphlet on my bed, that I can change.” He shook his head. “I don’t want to change, it is stupid.”

“Is there anything I can do?”

“No, it is for me to work out.” Matteusz put his coffee down. “I will go to library for awhile and go home this afternoon.”

“Would you like me to come, to the library I mean.”

“No, I need to get lost in my thoughts for a bit.”

Charlie put his head on Matteusz’s shoulder and closed his eyes. “I understand.” Matteusz knew he did.

 It was 11 before he could pull himself away from Charlie. He walked to the library and grabbed a newspaper from the shelf. Sitting down he scanned it for details about the Prom. There was nothing about the attack, just a fire.

It seemed that the world was happy to forget about the events, he wasn’t sure his friends would ever be able to let go so easily.

He yawned and set his head down starring at the picture of the school.

“Wake up,” Matteusz looked up and saw the librarian. “You can’t sleep in here.”

What time was it, he wondered, five. He had fallen asleep. He hurried out the door and back home. He needed to talk with his parents. They needed to find some common ground. He slid his key into the lock. But it wouldn’t fit. He flipped it and tried it again. Nothing.

His father appeared at the window. He held the crumpled pamphlet in his hand. “You are wrong, you bring us sorrow. I cannot have a homosexual living under my roof. There is no home, no family for you here. Go!”

Matteusz felt his heart drop out of his chest. “Tato!” But he did not return. He dreaded that this might one day happen. He wanted to make it right with them, but they turned off the lights in the house.

He dropped the key. It was dark and cold. He didn’t know what to do. He began wandering down the street. He saw a family in a window sitting down to diner, a child being carried by his dad. Each image was a knife to his heart. He hid his face from a passerby.

Like a homing pigeon he roamed through the streets till he found himself at Charlie’s. Maybe it was reflex or instinct. He shook his head. No. Charlie would want to help, but he couldn’t burden him with more.

He took out his mobile and looked up shelters. There was one not far off. He put his mobile in his pocket and started to walk. A light turned on in Charlie’s house. He was there. He would understand. Just for the night. He needed Charlie. He didn’t want to be alone.

Walking to the door and weakly knocked on it. He heard the latch turn. Please not Ms. Quill, he told himself.

Ms. Quill opened the door and contemplated Matteusz; eyes wet and cold. “Alien invasion or teen angst?”

“Teen angst is a pejorative term,” he replied. He was disheartened, but had also run out of patience for adults speaking down to him.

She rolled her eyes and moved aside, “come in, he is upstairs.”

It was Matteusz’s first time in Charlie’s home. It felt warm. He took his shoes off and climbed the stairs. He saw an open door with the light on. He peeked in and saw Charlie staring at his computer. He couldn’t bring himself to enter and turned to leave. Looking down the stairs he saw Ms. Quill watching him. He turned round again and stepped into Charlie’s room to avoid her gaze.

(The rest we know)