How about some afternoon angst. I got inspired after the events of episode 17 and made an
scenario. @eldaryastuffs you asked me to tag you when i finished so here it is, enjoy! (under-cut because it’s pretty long)
I was a young man, I fled my home country. I will refrain from naming
it here, because if you knew where it was, you would be able to locate
the forest and I want it to remain as it is: obscure, mythical, and
One day at work, a coworker jokingly shouts: “If you love [name of home state] so much, then why don’t you go marry it?” You laughed and responded: “Yeah, I wish!” The next morning, you wake up married to a personification of your home state.
I will keep this brief to avoid boring you, and also because whenever this site reloads, which has happened several times now, I have to type this story all over again.
Back in high school, I HAD to leave for school really early in order to avoid being late. I may seem obsessive to you, but believe me, you would be too if you were in my situation. I had physics as the first class of the day, and the professor was REALLY strict. How strict, you might ask? Very strict.
Because of this, I had to make my breakfasts the day before I would eat them so that I could arrive at school on time. One of the things I preferred to make was waffles.
In the first half of the semester, my best friend’s cousin, who we shall call Phil, moved in with me. At first, I thought he was a great guy. We shared a lot of interests, like gaming and sports.
Two months later, everything changed. I woke up one morning, smiling at the thought of waffles with maple syrup, and hummed a tune as I completed my morning routine (the part before breakfast). I twirled downstairs and opened the fridge and gracefully lifted the container of waffles off the refrigerator racks only to find it…empty. My heart sank as I realized I would not have time to make anything else.
I grabbed a few granola bars (which I fortunately had bought the day before) and thought about the disappearance of my waffles. Sure, this may seem tiny and unimportant, but I needed my waffles in the mornings. They were my breakfast, and gave me the energy I needed to start the day. Sure, I had other foods, but granola bars and crackers just weren’t enough.
Just then, Phil walked in. “Do you know what could have happened to my waffles?” I asked him, holding up the empty container.
“Oh, sorry,” he said, “I ate those because I ran out of cereal and had nothing else to eat.”
“Nothing else?” I said, raising my voice, “Nothing else? Did it occur to you that we had, let’s see, granola bars? And that the waffles were MY breakfast that I make EVERY DAY?”
“Sorry.” He said. “At least they were delicious.” I finished my granola bars and stomped off, deciding to let it slide because this had never happened before.
Until it happened the next day. And the next. When I confronted Phil about this, as he obviously had bought cereal at the store, he apologized, saying that the waffles were just really delicious and he couldn’t resist them. This happened for weeks, and no matter how hard I tried, he wouldn’t stop. He would wake up earlier than I did if I was planning to do the same to him. Even if I hid my waffles, he would find them.
Then one day, I decided I had had enough. When I baked my waffles, I added…vinegar. And hot sauce. Lots of vinegar and hot sauce. I woke up to Phil’s angry shouts. He ran into my room, shouting, “What the did you put in those ing waffles?”
I tried not to smirk as I calmly replied, “Oh, just some stuff that I like.”
“Why the would you put that in there?” He screamed.
I couldn’t hide my smile as I said, “Because last time I checked, I was making these waffles for my breakfast, not yours, and I can put whatever I want in my breakfast. Let this be a lesson to you, Phil (This isn’t his real name, as you already know, so I didn’t call him Phil). My waffles, my rules. Don’t mess with me or my waffles ever. Again. Because you won’t like me when I don’t have my waffles, as you found out today.”
A mini celebration for 2000 followers! Thanks Everyone!!!!
A Soulmate AU where they only realise they are Soulmates when they say/read/hear
each other’s names out loud followed by an immediate overflowing of emotion sparking
inside of them. Instant realisation.
was already running late. This was not the first impression he wanted to give
to everyone! He was in University! He was intelligent! He knew how to set a
in theory yes, in practise… not so much… hence the lateness…
also didn’t help that he couldn’t remember which lecture theatre he was meant
to be in- which meant he had to stop and scan for his name at each door on the
floor… four down three to go…
Kim Yoosung… Kim Yoosung… Kim… nope
not that room!
he got to the final room (because of
course it had to be the final room) he managed to find his name… but his
eyes were mysteriously drawn to another name, his mouth wrapping itself around
the syllables before he knew what he was doing…
heart felt like it was about to leap out of his chest, his knees went wobbly
and his head felt light and fuzzy, yet so damn clear at the same time. Yoosung
stilled himself, bracing his arms against the doorframe to insure he wouldn’t
fall flat on his face.
What was happening to him?
had never felt this way before- was he coming down with something? He touched
the back of his hand against his forehead and sure enough he was warm and
granted, it could have been because he had been running for the last fifteen
minutes and trying not to burst out crying because he was going to be late- not
because he was sick and dying.
stomach fluttered and his mouth ran dry… no, he must be getting sick. Maybe he
shouldn’t have eaten that pizza that was left over… from three days ago. He
really needed to start cooking more.
clamped his eyes shut and forced himself to breathe deeply, he could get
through this. It was only one hour. He could do this.
the door, the newly blonde haired student waltzed into the theatre only to have
the entire room turn to face him.
He must have been later than he thought he was.
to have them all shrug and continue on with their conversations.
turned to his left to where their professor was meant to be standing, only to
see it empty- the teacher was late? He wasn’t the last one to class? Finally!
He managed to catch a break!
a hand through his sweat soaked hair and laughing as he wiped his palm on his
jeans, Yoosung shook his head at how stupid he was to worry so much… besides,
chiding himself made it easier to forget the uneasy feeling coursing through
wasn’t a bad sensation, just… different. Good. Like little bubbles of pure
emotion streaming through his blood. Why he felt happy and excited and nervous
all at the same time… he didn’t know.
Weirdest case of food poisoning he ever had that was for sure-
began to scan the rows of seats for the easiest spot to slip into and found one
close to the middle just on the aisle without anyone sitting in between him and
the girl on the other side, the really pretty girl laughing with her friends…
pressed his blunt nails into the flesh of his palm to wake himself up from his
unintentional staring. He took in a bolstering breath and psyched himself up
just so he could sit down, it’s not like the cute girl had noticed him or his
existence or anything. It would be fine.
into the chair and adjusting the fold up side table he began to unpack his
books and pens, only for his latest guide for LOLOL to slip out from between
girl next to him caught sight of the bright colours from the side of her eye
and turned around, her eyes focused on the cover of the magazine before they
shot up to look him in the eye.
was stunning. And she looked disgusted with him.
“Tsk, another one of those computer
geeks who do nothing but sit in their dark little apartments and fall in love
with fictional characters,” she sneered as her friends cackled behind her… clearly none of them had
grown up any since graduating from high school. Yoosung sighed and was about to
shyly excuse himself when-
“Yeah, that’s right! We sit in our apartments
and fall in love with fictional characters who still have far more depth and
strength of character in one pixel than you could ever have in your entire
being… Girl- did you regress into your 7th grade form over the
holidays after graduating- it’s cool if you did, I’d like to study you for my psychology
lab- I’ll entitle it, ‘Dumb bitch, scared and out of her league, forgets how to
act like a decent human being.’ Know what? Just leave- you’re not appreciated
here- we wouldn’t want to infect you with our geekiness.”
turned around to see a girl with big earphones and an even bigger hoodie
sitting forward giving the first (not so cute anymore) girl the most menacing glare
he had ever seen, bar the ones his mother wielded.
group of girls huffed and tried to retort under their breaths before packing up
and moving rows.
girl clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth as she made up her mind;
she slung her cross-body bag over her shoulder as she clambered over the seats
to sit next to Yoosung. The girl slightly winded from her almost-argument and
her repositioning, offered the blonde boy a crooked grin- one he returned
LOLOL boy- you gonna let me look at that guide? I was meaning to pick one up
today after class but since you have one right here…” she eluded as she quirked
one eyebrow up to test if he caught her drift. He did. He handed her the guide.
thanks for before… I didn’t know what I should say, if I should say anything at
“No sweat LOLOL boy-”
“Hahah are you going to call me that forever?” he asked, laughing as he rubbed
the back of his neck.
girl eyed him critically from behind the pages of the guide.
“Pretty much, yes.”
Yoosung chuckled as he twirled his
pen through the tips of his fingers, happy to feel the earlier wash of illness
and emotion wane into nothing but a sense of peace and calm.
“Well, can I at least have a name to call you? Butt-Kicking Classmate is kind
of a mouthful.”
“And yet so apt-”
“Yes I understand this but-”
My name is MC.”
The waning was nothing but the calm
before the storm, the eye of the tornado- and Yoosung was the poor cow stuck up
1000 feet in the air and she… she was the tornado. The boy sat back as he burnt
up, his cheeks flaring as he bit his lip to not shout out from the sheer heat
that he endured. Why did this happen every time he heard her name? Or said her
name? Or even thought of her name? It was infuriating!
“What should I call you if not LOL-”
“Yoosung. Kim… Kim Yoosung.”
had heard a soft gasp from behind the pages of the guide and he didn’t miss the
way her hands trembled, or how wide her eyes had become. Slowly but steadily,
MC drew the magazine down past her chin until her entire face was visible to
him… that fluttering in his stomach, that fuzzy but clear feeling- it all came
rushing back one hundred-fold.
Kim… you say?” she asked, her once confident voice all but whispered.
had never heard his name sound so beautiful.
Yoosung Kim…” he confirmed with the smallest of nods of his head, watching as
she swallowed some saliva and captivated in the way her throat moved as she did
so. He was entranced by the way her mouth seemed to want to do a thousand
different things, smile, talk, laugh, scream… so damn expressive.
clicked her tongue once more as she was wont to do when she made an important
decision and put the guide back down on his desk before leaning forward,
completely invading his personal space. Not that he was complaining. In fact… she
could invade it more. It didn’t seem close enough.
Kim… I’ve been looking for you, for a long time,” she smiled, her warm hand
resting atop his, a flash of electricity passing through their touch.
“You have? Why? I’m just me, little old Yoosung…”
threw her head back and laughed and to him it sounded like bells chiming.
you are little old Yoosung, but from today - you are my little old Yoosung…” she pointed out as her pointer finger
booped him firmly on the tip of his nose.
“Well if I’m yours, th-then you’re mine!” he answered his chest puffing out
slightly- why had he said that? When did
he become so damn brazen? Was he going crazy?
“Hahaha, duh! If you’re my Soulmate
then I’m your Soulmate- so of course I’m yours!”
“….. Soul… soul what?”
parents had never told him anything about Soulmates, didn’t prepare him for
what was to come. He was hit by a truck and completely floored.
truck was named MC. He didn’t want to get up.
stared at him completely dumbfounded, her mouth agape and her eyes even wider
than before. She inhaled and nodded, resigning herself to the fact that the
love of her life was completely innocent and that she did indeed have to teach
It was going to be so much fun.
see when a man and a woman love each other very much-”
“MC I KNOW ABOUT SEX I WANT TO KNOW ABOUT SOULMATES!” he hissed loud enough for
the two rows surrounding them to snigger at.
“Sex? Who said anything about sex? Geez, I say soulmate and you’re already
trying to get into my pants-”
“MC!” he whined, his amethyst eyes large and pleading. Of course, she
Yoosung. It means that you and me, until death do us part, no matter what… it’s
me and you.”
took a moment to process this, that he had literally no choice in who he fell
in love with- that fate intervened and made sure that he had someone to love
and someone to love him in return for the rest of his life… it was just so much
to take in…
entwined her fingers with his when she noticed what she assumed was struggle
painted on his face. This, he was going
to have this, forever.
didn’t matter that he had just met the girl, that he knew nothing about her-
his body knew before he did.
He already loved her.
smiled and squeezed her hand back.
I think I’m okay with that.”
first motion picture…
was beside himself. He couldn’t believe that
his agent had managed to get him this part! It was meant for a more well-known
leading man and an unknown actress but they had fallen in love with how well he
had read for the part and how well his headshots looked against the
hadn’t been told who they had chosen, it wasn’t like it really mattered at the
end of the day- the girl was an unknown, fresh faced and new in the show
business role. She had never acted a day in her life but the casting director
had seen her on the street and she had just the aesthetic he was after- it was
just pure dumb luck that she was natural at acting.
had planned to talk to her at the read through but she had lost her voice and
couldn’t attend… it wasn’t until they were both there for the first physical
run through of the scenes that they actually met…
hi! You must be-”
“Yeah! You’re the actress playing MC right?-”
didn’t get to finish his sentence, nor did she.
was whisked off to fit some costumes and he… he couldn’t breathe.
moment he said MC, his lips started to tingle and an odd buzzing sound rang in
his ears. His cheeks felt flushed and his heart beat raced. He couldn’t
understand… he had said that name more than a thousand times whilst reading the
script, not once did he ever feel that way. It must have been her. Seeing her
and her face must have just solidified his character’s feelings inside him of
course. That must be what it was.
she finally returned and they shook hands he could have sworn that he felt his
own heartbeat beating in time with hers, palm to palm, one solid beat.
Damn it he needed to focus and not
get too lost into the character… his character was the love-sick fool not him!
He was a professional! He had only met this girl! He-he
… she had the most beautiful smile
he had ever seen in his life.
had to thank whatever it was running through his system because he had never
felt more “on” than at that moment. Every line he delivered to her felt
authentic and organic, like he truly meant it. Looking around it was obvious
that everyone else on set agreed, absolutely transfixed on the couple centre
could feel every word she was saying to him like it was scripture; that every
word of love and devotion that she spoke had the power to let him walk on air…
and god he really wanted to try.
must have been a better actor than even he gave himself credit for, making
himself believe that he was already half in love with the woman in front of
didn’t even want to stop rehearsing until the Director had called out three
times for them to finish up, he was just a ball of energy and wanted nothing
more than to release that through this amazing acting he and this actress were
performing, he didn’t want to lose momentum.
didn’t want to lose what he was feeling…
MC! Did you want to go and get some lunch with me?” he had asked before
realising that he had called her by her character’s name. He felt the blood
flood his cheeks as he forced himself not to slap himself or just die from
embarrassment. He couldn’t be that far
gone into this role to already be thinking of her as her character… this is how
idiots fall in love with co-stars… “I’m so sorry, habit, I didn’t mean to
call you MC-”
“And why not? It’s my name too,” she
smiled as she rested her hand on his bicep, the muscle there twitching
instinctively under her touch.
was no fool. He knew what this meant. He knew, deep down, that he wasn’t that good of an actor to fool himself-
damn it- he was already half in love.
only half evidently. She seemed completely unaffected… unless… had she said his
name yet? No, she hadn’t. Only his character’s name!
silly of me! All this time I’ve never introduced myself properly! Hello MC, my
name is Zen, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” he beamed offering his hand out to
smiled and took his hand and laughed as he flipped it over to kiss the back of
Hahah- wow! Um… yes, yes it’s lovely to meet you too Zen… Zen.”
watched in rapt fascination as her fingers curled around his almost painfully,
how her eyes widened and how her jaw fell and closed but fell back down- as if
she were trying to desperately find the words… or simply remember how to talk.
it’s true what they say…” he trailed off as he drew her closer with a simple
tug of her hand still within his, “About when you meet your other half…”
Swallowing deeply and finally
blinking her burning eyes MC shook her head and took a step back, though, she
did not withdraw her hand.
“What do they say?” she asked her voice trembling as much as her body was.
“That when you finally say your Soulmate’s
name- nothing else in the world sounds as beautiful. That nothing else tastes
as nice as the name of your Soulmate on your tongue. That the mere thought of
their name is enough to bring tears to your eyes…”
stared at him completely astonished by the ardent proclamations of this- stranger-
one says that,” she whispered as she licked her lips subconsciously her eyes
fixated on his, content on watching him worry at the plump flesh.
“Not out loud…”
“They should… So- um… lunch?” she asked finally pulling away and bringing her
hand to her chest, her other hand cradling it almost tenderly, her fingers
tracing the still- warm parts of her skin that he had held.
talked about anything that came to mind, their pasts, their dreams, their
favourite food and their mutual aversion to cats. “A cat scratched my face when I was three and although I think they’re
beautiful, I just… I just can’t.”
were made to be a perfect fit after all…
they got back on set the tension between the two was so thick it was
practically humming- everyone could see that something had happened over lunch.
a pivotal scene, where they were about to finally separate ways forever and
part with a kiss…
was looking at Zen, tears brimming in her eyes –geez what a talent- merely four lines away from their kiss and-
and she dropped her script and crossed the stage to kiss him. Completely
unscripted. Completely inappropriate.
Director, they’re not meant to kiss yet-”
“Shhh… she’s absolutely right! The character wouldn’t be able to wait, she
wouldn’t want to waste a moment with talk when these two people are all about
action! Have the scriptwriters add it right away-”
smirked as they continued to share their first kiss with more than fifty random
people around them. He didn’t care, the Director was right. They didn’t want to
waste another moment- and suddenly- Zen didn’t mind being one of those idiot
actors who fell in love with his co-star.
guys we get the point, we should probably move on… guys?… guys?!”
wasn’t particularly easy being kicked out by your Uncle and Aunt… she didn’t
have anyone… and she didn’t want to touch what little was left of her
inheritance from her parents so- she figured it would be better if she found a
part time job.
way her mind would be occupied at all times and she could indeed earn some
working with coffee wasn’t a bad thing. Being a barista wasn’t a bad thing,
even if it did mean she was practically drooling at every order she made, she
figured there would be worse cons to a job… like being a slave to a tyrant who
overworked you and never appreciated you- she shuddered. She never wanted to
end up like that!
was a particularly busy day being the first weeks of winter, everyone would run
in just wanting a cup of something warm to hold to help them heat up against
the chill in the air, the poor brunette was already run off her feet. She was
barely even looking at the customers in the eyes as she pushed their orders
across the counter.
the sweat off her brow with the back of her arm, Jaehee took a deep breath and
let it out slowly. Soon. Her own break would be soon. Just the next order to do
and she would be free for 30 glorious minutes.
the last ticket off the machine so she could read her colleague’s sloppy
writing a little easier, she memorised the order and proceeded to make it
perfectly. Pouring it out into the large cup Jaehee took the receipt again to
make sure she got the customer’s name right- MC…
nearly spilt the drink all over herself.
name. She’d seen it a thousand times before. Written it a thousand times
this time- this person’s name… it made her heart skip a beat. It made her heart
feel full and happier than it had for the longest time. It made her want to
laugh and cry at the same time. It made her think of a home, a real one with
her and this MC.
from a name.
finished writing the name down on the cup neatly and carefully put the pen down.
She licked her lips and inhaled and called out in a voice she hoped didn’t
shake too much, “MC?!”
looked up to see an angel in a trench coat and beanie. Her skin kissed with
cold, nose and cheeks rosy and eyes bright. Such beauty right in front of her.
“Um… may I please have my order um… Jae-Jaehee?”
two women looked at each other from either side of the counter, the noise and
hustle and bustle of the small coffee shop completely going unnoticed by them.
pushed the cup to the middle of the bench only to be met in the middle by MC’s
hand, her gloved fingers wrapping themselves around her quivering digits.
this is…” she stammered unable to look away from the other woman’s eyes, her
own honeyed irises large with disbelief.
couldn’t be that lucky… to meet them… to meet her so early in life…
is,” MC answered her pink cheeks turning red as her lips curled into a stunning
I don’t believe in-”
“I’m standing right here.”
“Nothing good ever happens to me-”
“Right in front of you.”
“I have a break now-”
“Let’s have a coffee.”
the first time since she started working there, Jaehee took her break front of
house… with a customer no less… and no one batted an eye when 30 minutes turned
to an hour. Then an hour into an hour and a half- the girl had never smiled
like she did right then; who were they to take that away from her?
did however yell at her when she accidentally kept writing and calling out MC’s
name for every order for the next day.
Preposterous. His father had spent his entire adult life looking for his
soulmate, convinced that every pretty woman who batted their eyelashes at him
and feigned to feel a strong connection to him (his money) was the one. This
obsession with finding his Soulmate leading their family to shame and their
company to ruin.
didn’t believe in such nonsense. Not once did he find a woman worth spending
time with let alone believing them capable to be the other perfect half of your
soul. That would be the day.
throughout high school he had one vapid girl after another clawing at him to
say their name, hoping that he would feel the twinge in his heart and for
butterflies to zoom out of his butt or some ridiculous notion like that. By the
first month of school he refused to call any girl by their name and insisted on
labelling everyone “Hey you there” or “Female student in front of me.”
the time he entered university, word had gotten out that Jumin Han just hated
the idea of anyone being in love- because who would so vehemently refuse to
even try to find their Soulmate? Who would look down on others just for trying
to find a little piece of happiness? He was just an angry, lonely man.
that they were entirely wrong on that assessment… but not entirely right
he didn’t let something like public opinion of him falter his course or his
ideas- Jumin never thought much of other people’s talking of subjects they had
no idea about. He took great pleasure it picking apart their arguments and making
them sound like fools.
why he made such an excellent debater, Captain of the team in fact.
his final year of University, they were finally pitted against their rival
school; not once in all the years he had been on the team had he had the chance
to face off with the national champions- he was always called off to sit in
with his father’s meetings or off sick; but not this time. This time he would
meet them, crush them and reclaim the title for his school.
had tried every avenue to find out what they could about their new Captain but
everyone was on lockdown, no one would talk and all means of electronically
hacking their systems to find out who they were, were completely barred. He
didn’t want to cheat, it would sully his victory- no he just wanted to be
prepared. Know their history, their grades and whatnot- let it never be said
that Jumin Han didn’t do his homework.
day of the debate arrived and sure enough familiar faces lined the opposite
team- except one. A pretty girl he supposed, hardly what he would call imposing
with her sweet smile and her intermittent waves to the crowd in front of them.
Hardly Captain material, he’d be surprised if she was first chair… but wait- what
was she doing sitting in the Captain’s chair?
was going to be too easy.
barely heard the announcer listing off his teammates but he paused when he
heard her name. It cut through him like a hot knife through butter, seared onto
felt nauseous, a cold sweat forming on his upper lip as his steel grey eyes
raked over her smaller form.
looked just as shaken as he did; her hands ringing together ripping the tissues
trapped between her fingers.
thought he was going to faint- what was this feeling? He mouthed her name and
the feeling of illness slipped away only to be replaced with a wash of warmth?
A silly tingling in his blood that seemed to be singing her name in his ears.
His mouth was dry and his throat on fire, his palms lined with a sheen of sweat
and his heart beating in the pit of his stomach. He didn’t know what was going
on, he didn’t understand.
watched as MC calmed herself all the while keeping her gaze focused on him, her
cheeks burning up the longer she stared. She ran her tongue along her lower
lip and he had never been so charmed by a muscle in his life.
Jumin she mouthed, maybe to him, maybe to herself-
he didn’t know- what he did notice however was the way her hand clutched at her
blazer just above where her heart would be. She didn’t look like she was in
pain but she wasn’t exactly the same grinning woman he had seen moments
it seemed that Jumin could barely tear his eyes off her, he couldn’t pay
attention to his teammates, he couldn’t take notes- he could only focus on her.
Just how far had he fallen? Over hearing a name and seeing a pretty face? Get
it together Jumin!
he couldn’t. Every time he tried to rebut an argument he would instinctively
look back at the opposite team and his eyes locked onto hers and he’d be lost.
Each time he’d make any headway with his points he’d want to say her name
instead, and of course, everything came out all tongue tied.
for him, her performance wasn’t much better, she was a blushing mess but still-
a coherent blushing mess.
university went home empty handed that year after all.
not Jumin, not this time.
wouldn’t lose twice in one day.
there, good performance today.”
“I’m Jumin Han-”
“I know. I’m MC-”
“I heard, yes.”
teammates were calling for her to hurry up and get on the bus and she was about
to call back to them but was cut off by the suddenly confident opposing
Captain, “Please go on ahead- I will take MC home.” They looked at her and she
in turn looked up to him and shook her head at his cavalier and brash
assumption. He was just lucky it was the correct one.
“It’s fine guys, you heard what Jumin said- he’s going to take me home.”
silence in the auditorium was deafening. Jumin never spoke a girl’s first name
and he certainly never let someone who just met him call him by his first name…
fiddled with the cufflinks in his sleeves trying to buy time before he had to
speak again. MC picked at imaginary lint at her skirt in hopes that the man
would continue his initiative.
I don’t know how any of this works… in fact until about an hour ago I was
certain it was all a farce,” he admitted his eyes firmly fastened on her right
shoulder, “but if… if it’s really what it seems like is it- what it feels like it is- I would like
the chance to understand it all. Understand everything about you.”
smiled, even if she wasn’t his Soulmate, after that heartfelt speech, she would
have bribed the stars themselves to realign just so she could be.
“I don’t know how this works either- my mother told me it might happen one day,
to just pray it would just happen before I got married to someone else who I
thought was my Soulmate… is it… I mean… you felt it too? When you heard my
name?” she questioned her eyebrows arching up as high as they would go. “The
pull? The need to keep saying my name over and over again? Tell me it just
lips quirked to the side in an amused smirk, this girl was adorable. She could
have asked to have his heart out on a platter and he’d have freely offered it,
but all she required was the confirmation of his budding feelings from him.
Just too easy.
did. I feel it now. I have no choice but to believe in all this-”
“Scream my name out into the
audience, let everyone hear it! Let everyone hear the name on the tip of your
tongue, the name that your heart beats to now!” she goaded him, an excited grin
on her face.
stared at her in shock- again another easy request… he didn’t care what people
thought of him after all. Shrugging nonchalantly Jumin opened his mouth to
swallow a gulp of air more than ready to scream out her name-
to have two delicate hands cover his mouth and a giggle that was not his own reverberating
on his chest.
“Damn it! I didn’t think you’d
actually do it! You’re crazy! I believe it, I believe you!” she guffawed,
burying her face against him, her body heat and laughter seeping into him and
offering a warmth that he had never felt before.
perhaps it wouldn’t be out of line for me to ask you out to dinner?” he asked
looking down at the crown of her head.
“O-Of course not!”
tentative slip of her hand in his was answer enough for him.
was a good, diligent worker and that was all that mattered to the Agency.
barely ate, he barely slept, barely did anything but exist and work.
they brought her in.
and withdrawn but brilliant. She could code almost as well as he did and she
could hack into places faster and without a trace better than him. She slept
less than him. Ate less than him. Was
less than him.
wasn’t going to survive, she would burn out and become useless to the Agency and
she would have to be disposed of.
and even as far as he had come, as low as he had gone… that didn’t sit right
with him. He chose this life, but someone that hollow did not. Someone that
broken had been torn away from a good life, a happy life.
imagined her having younger siblings who missed her, parents who searched the
streets with her picture in hand begging for information, friends who no longer
spoke to each other because the memory of her haunted them.
wasn’t going to let the agency steal a life that didn’t belong to them.
all started with innocent emails; just him asking how she was, sending her
funny jokes or pictures, bantering and bitching about work in such a way that
no one would be able to crack down on them for… make her smile. Make her strong. Don’t let her break.
soon became the life of the office… which didn’t say much because it was
literally just him, her and Vanderwood in the small room. She was laughing and
smiling and radiating joy- her work improved… the Agency was very happy.
707. Stay back tonight. Help me with
Of course, 606, whatever you need.
night when Vanderwood had finally gone past his threshold of exhaustion, the
older man peeled himself off the chair and bid “the children” goodnight.
kept typing, she kept on finishing her work for another 20 minutes as he sat
there dumbfounded as to why she had asked him to stay back when all she was
doing was literally more work. That was
what tomorrow was for!
was about to pack up and leave when she threw him a piece of paper.
I’m leaving. Tonight. Come with me.
looked back up at her, there was nothing on her face to discern that she even
sent him the message- or even blinked.
“So… you in?”
Of course, 606, whatever you need.
nodded. She kept typing.
“Come and see me in my room then?”
so that’s how she was going to hide it- she was going to pretend they were
going to sleep together. That was something he often found weird in the Agency-
they didn’t care or discourage the formation of relationships between agents-
probably believed if you got attached they could always use the partner as
insurance or worse, incentive.
“Yeah, I’ll meet you in there.”
he arrived she was in full combat gear, she was ready to fight her way out if
needed. They went over the plan over and over again, whispering directly into
each other’s ears so that not even the bugs in their rooms could pick up what
they were saying. Also with occasional moan or shudder it seemed like they were
just making out.
room was just above the route the laundry trucks would ride out from and she
had managed to make contact with one of her friends from the outside- come
midnight she, they, would jump down
and escape this hell hole. They only had one chance to do this- the other
agents on duty would notice a paused truck and would respond immediately.
clock ticked by and before they knew it, it was 11:59 and the faint rumble of
an engine could be heard, the soft hiss of the brakes beneath her window.
case I die,” she uttered, her face stoic and unmoving, “I want you to know- my
name, it’s not 606. They wanted me to forget but I will never forget. My name
was like a punch to his chest, the sound of her name. It ignited something in
him that he never thought he would have the chance to feel, to experience. Not
there. To find her there amongst all the sin and evil that they do, he knew how
to spot a miracle when God sent one.
not going to die MC, I promise,” he replied as he held her to him in a bone crushing
embrace, “I promise.”
“Your name, 707- if I die, I want to
“Didn’t I just say that you weren’t going to die MC?” he chuckled as her helped
out of the window, “I, Saeyoung Choi, promise you.”
look on her face as she said his name would have been enough to take him to his
grave. To see her face light up with joy and surprise as if someone had turned
on a light inside of her, that would be one of his most treasured memories.
sharp ears caught the sounds of rushed footsteps down the hall.
pushed her roughly before she was ready and heard a loud snap of something when
she fell onto the truck. MC was bowed forward, holding onto her right foot that
had landed awkwardly and bent inwardly- her face contorted into silent screams.
made the sign of the cross as he backed away from the window to do a run up. God please- I just found her- don’t take her
away from me.
landed beside her, coiling his arms around her protectively as he laid her down
to see the damage to her ankle- it was bad but nothing that some doctor
beamed down at her, cupping her face tenderly…
he tried desperately to ignore the barrage of agents chasing after the both of
gently caressed her features with his fingers, desperate to feel everything
under his touch, etch it into his mind.
lie down here and keep safe okay? I’m going to go and hold them off-”
“No! You can’t do that! They’ll torture you to death!” she cried sitting up,
screaming out in pain as she accidentally moved her foot. He shushed her,
looking forward to see that they were nearly clear of the base… she was so
close to being free.
“Shh, shhh- it’s okay MC. It’ll be okay. I promise,” he reassured her, his eyes
crinkling so much that little droplets of tears dotted his auburn lashes.
“No it won’t be-”
“I’ll find you. I promise. I’ll find you.”
jumped off the truck and refused to allow himself to look back at her- if he
did, he would never be able to leave her side.
ignored the searing pain rushing up her leg to twist her body to watch her
Soulmate’s noble sacrifice. One man, two, twelve men on him… he had no chance.
she croaked, her voice stifled by her despair.
707: Think someone entered the chat room;;
smiled to himself as he traced the location and turned on the camera.
Promised I would find you.
He had been searching for months under her
orders. Months and no one was right. He was about to give up hope, that he
would have to send in one of their own to infiltrate the damned RFA… but then
Like a gust of wind on a scorching
day or the breath of air coursing through starved lungs- she blew into his life
and turned it upside down.
He would follow her and watch her
from afar. He would tap in and listen to her conversations- not because he was
interested in what she was saying- he just wanted to hear her voice.
Her friend was laughing on the other
line, “Oh… MC… you’re too much!”
Saeran fell to the floor, his knees
smarting from the hard concrete. No- NO!
He crawled underneath his desk and
curled up into a tight ball, his arms hugging his knees as he lightly rocked
back and forth. Adrenaline pumped through his veins, made him jittery and on
edge. No- he was warned against this. Was told that if he ever felt this that
it was wrong, that he should only love the Saviour and their cause. That the
call of someone else was evil, that it was the work of the corrupted
But he was already corrupted, no
matter how many times they drugged him and made him try to forget- he knew he
was… but MC-
She was perfect, absolutely perfect.
Unfortunately, the Saviour agreed.
It was hard to have something of
your own in Mint Eye, something private, something sacred.
He had to get her back.
They had sent her to infiltrate an
organisation full of desperate and lonely people- the most kind and innocent
person sent into a den of wolves to feast upon. He had to save her.
He was frantic, he sent her
conflicting messages- wanting to scare her away from Mint Eye but wanting her
to stay away from them- especially Saeyoung. If any of them saw even half of
what he saw in her… they would steal her away.
Finally the Saviour said it was
time to claim their prize back, that since he was so good he could take her for
himself- keep her safe himself. He was so happy. But when he got to the
apartment, as he scaled the building and broke through the window to reach her…
she was not as happy to see him.
She was screaming. She was backing
away from him. She was afraid.
He couldn’t think straight- this
wasn’t right. She was supposed to be happy to see him, to come with him willingly.
Wasn’t that what Soulmates were about? The moment he knew her name-
That was it… he knew her name but
she didn’t know his… to her he was…
from Paradise. You don’t know this but you were invited too… I know it took
some time for me to come for you… now let’s go together… you look scared, don’t
be. I won’t hurt you… endless parties, overflowing love, joy without pain… I’ll
save you… You invited someone? Maybe…
“MC- Are you hurt?”
“I… I don’t know who you are… but let go of her!”
Not Luciel. The actor. The pretty one. Of course she would fall for the pretty
She’s mine. She’s meant for me.
“If you don’t, I’ll have to use
force to protect my girl.” I don’t want to do this.“You move a
single inch, you see this switch here? I’ll press it.” I won’t.
“What do you want?!”
escape this place safely with the RFA planner… If you don’t want to activate
the bomb you better stay still. Just watch as I take… “your girl” and disappear.”
pain in his arm paled in comparison to the ache in his heart when she pulled
away from him to run into the arms of another man. Away from him. Always away.
to be his.
name… My name was Saeran.”
was the school for the rich and gifted.
more rich and others more gifted.
loved it there. Some merely tolerated it.
person hated it.
in through a scholarship to show how the school was “giving back to the
community”, bringing in the charity case and parade them around like their
this trophy didn’t like the case she was put in. She didn’t like the people who
thought they could polish her up and make her shine to their standards. She
didn’t like them at all.
those that shone the brightest- it hurt to look at them, like the sun-
blindingly beautiful but dangerous.
shone more so than V.
the hell named their child V? What pretentious jackass does that?
it enough that he went strutting around with his best friend, waving and talking to the more common folk? Wasn’t it too much that he went
around taking photos of people and landscapes and saying pompous things like
“everything is beautiful and everything is art?” Wasn’t it over the top that he
had the gall to act all sweet and kind and look like some sort of bronzed Greek
God? WASN’T IT?!
breathed in trying to calm herself. For the better part of the last six months
she had spent it running, hiding and keeping her distance from him. He seemed
hell bent on seeking her out and trying to talk to her- well she wanted nothing
from him! No help! No charity! No pity! Just to be left alone.
a study period, she was cornered by none other than that trust fund kid’s best
friend, super-mega trust fund kid the first, Jumin Han.
chose the desk right next to hers although almost every other desk was
available, which only meant he wanted to speak to her.
do you hate V?” he asked so bluntly she was surprised by it. She sat up from
her prone position laying along the desk and twisted slightly to face the man
to her left. She propped her head on her hand and gave him a long, pointed
I don’t know. I just do. From his perfect hair to his perfect persona to, god
even his name pisses me off! V! There are just some people that you’re not
meant to get along with and he and I are obviously not meant to be besties,”
she huffed as she rested the front of her torso back down against the desk,
resting her chin atop her crossed arms.
told him,” he clicked his tongue as he shook his head ruefully, crossing his
arms like a disappointed adult to a child… or small pet. “I told Jihyun that
you were certifiable. Who hates someone just because of what they can see?
Without even getting to know them?”
fingers dug into the worn wood of the table beneath her.
now that was… that was a name she liked. Her breath escaped her lungs as she
whirled around so fast she almost lost balance on her seat. That name made her
feel soft and fuzzy and loved- she had never even met him and she was already
in love with him. Jihyun, a good and noble man who wanted nothing more than to
love and care for the woman he loved and to be loved and cared for in return. A
man who would make them such horrible breakfasts on Sunday when they were
married that they would inevitably go out and eat at a restaurant- yet he never
stopped trying. Because he loved her and one day he wanted to get it right. A
man who would stay in and read the paper to her as she lay in between his legs
and slept on his chest- he wouldn’t even move at all for fear she’d wake or be
loved that name.
heart beat faster and suddenly she couldn’t control her extremities, her legs
were bouncing up and down in excitement and her hands unsure of where to place
themselves, every place awkward compared to the thought of her hands being
linked with his. It didn’t feel right- to be on her own, not now she knew his
she meekly asked the ebony haired prince next to her. He was fiddling with a
loose thread on his blazer sleeve, pulling at the strand until it came out
completely. “Jumin- who?” she repeated hoping that her insistence would be
enough to show him how important it was for her to know who this man was.
gave her a perplexed look, thoughtful eyes glided over her form as if he were
trying to ascertain whether she was joking or not. His eyes widened and his
mouth pressed into a thin line when he quickly realised that she wasn’t asking
in jest, she was completely serious.
“Jihyun… Jihyun Kim is V’s real
name. The man you so ardently hated?” he answered, his mouth twitching up into
a wry smile.
violently pushed herself back from the desk with both hands before she started
running to the last place she had seen V- Jihyun. He was entering the dark room
just as she was heading to the study hall. The light was on meaning he was
developing something… she should be patient…
but all those months… all those wasted months- how could he forgive her? She
didn’t know but she had to try!
light flicked off and she knocked, waiting for him to call out that it was okay
and that she could come it. She slowly opened the door and closed it behind
than five steps away was Jihyun, pulling down some developed photos.
was right. Everything was beautiful. Everything was art.
she was just some dumb pedestrian trying to look at the piece and critique it
without having all the history and facts behind it, not knowing the mastery it
took to create it. The love that went into it. Fool.
turned to her and she swore that the blue of his eyes was just that little bit
bluer, the tone of his hair that much deeper and his lips, full and perfect and
so ready for her to kiss she couldn’t believe there was ever a time she wanted
to slap his smile off. Now she’d do anything to keep it there forever.
in a name? Everything. What did
I’m so sorry,” she cried, prostrating herself in a deep bow.
V set aside his print and pulled the bowing woman up and forced her to look at
“What for? I’m not aware of anything you’ve done that would warrant an
apology,” he replied good naturedly, his kind smile warming her to her bones.
“I have been terrible to you and only because… for some unknown reason- I
couldn’t stand your name. What it stood for, what you seemingly stood for,” she confessed, her cheeks burning under
the harsh lights.
reached behind her and turned on the dark room red lights once again- to save
her from embarrassment.
know- it’s okay MC, you don’t have to explain. I know my name is the problem,”
he admitted with a careless shrug. MC gawked at him, how could he know? How could he possibly know?! “I’ve known since
the first day when I felt the bond but you did nothing but run away from me- I knew
that my name was faulty and that although you may be my Soulmate- that I simply
was not yours.”
this time, he thought he was the problem. That she didn’t love him because his
name was faulty, that he was faulty.
heart shattered and she bit her lip to stop herself from crying. She almost
ruined this man, she continued to pile hurt upon hurt on him and now there she
was telling her how much she loved him… well… that was what she wanted to do, whether
or not she could do it not was the other question.
I… I was just stupid. I thought your name was V, not Jihyun. There was nothing
wrong with your name- there is nothing wrong with you. I… just, wanted to let
you know that. You’re amazing. You’re perfect and I want to get to know you,
just as you are.”
in the dark, the brightness from his smile could be seen.
do?” the hope in his voice evident, taking the first steps to close the gap
“I do. I want the chance to know the real Jihyun,” she beamed.
“I would love nothing more than that, MC,” he replied, encircling his arms
around her body.
Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)
Word count: 4.3k
Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au
A/N:This is a dark and filthy story! Graphic descriptions of sex (oral, penetration, etc), heavy dom/sub undertones, drug use, vulgar language use… This is a mature read! You have been warned!
“You lied to me!” the 15yr old Jungkook
screeched in agony. He couldn’t stop the salty tears from streaming down his
puffy face, as he looked at his older brother with pure hatred.
Jin, lifelessly looked at his youngest
sibling and sighed in an annoyed tone, “What was I supposed to tell you?”
“The truth!” the doe eyed boy spat.
“It doesn’t work like that Jungkook,
especially in this family.”
“Family?!” Jungkook laughed, sounding as if
he had gone insane. “You think I’d call this a family?!”
At that, Jin closed his eyes in frustration
– he knew that it was never easy for any of them to find out the truth, but
Jungkook was by far taking it the worse. He recalled the others had shown great
anger momentarily, but then they would get over it. Hell, even him himself
hadn’t shown any emotions when his father told him the truth about his own
mother. But maybe that was because Jungkook was different from the rest of them.
He still… felt emotion, he still cared for others, and hadn’t become a cold-hearted
machine that followed orders like the rest of them did.
It’s the last class of the day and you can’t wait for it to
end. Your head hurts from the pale lights, the stuffy, unventilated room is
making you sick and you just want to go outside and inhale the cold air.
Finally you get up from your seat and storm out of the room
in the middle of the lecture. For once, the building wasn’t filled with
students and you could clearly hear the tapping sounds of your shoes as you
quickly rushed down the stairs.
You could feel little bits of fresh air coming in your direction
as you neared the already open front door.
The first thing you lay your eyes on when you exit the building is the black
G-Class Mercedes-Benz and instantly, you can feel your stomach twisting –
you’re excited, but there is fear in your body and you can’t explain why.
Harry greeted from the doorway of your shared bedroom, his eyes looking discreetly at the clock that stated it’s 1 AM in the wee hours of morning.
“Told you not to wait up for me.”
He took his polo off that was slightly damp from his swear along with his jeans, leaving him in his boxers, going to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth, feeling the extra fatigue come to his system once he felt fresh from having been tired in the studio and having a few drinks in the bar.
He went to your side of the bed and pressed a kiss on your cheek, a downgrade of what used to be a long kiss on your lips or a hug in where he’d nuzzle his face on the crook of your neck, completely inhaling your scent before pressing little kisses.
“How was your day?”
“’S good, finished some backing vocals. Had a few drinks with Nick and Kendall.”
Your stomach slightly felt queasy at the mention of her, but the feeling lifted for a second to realize that Harry’s your boyfriend, not her’s.
You weren’t blind to not see the older pictures of Harry and Kendall every time you scrolled down your feed of any social media account, nor the times Hardy made clear and evident that she was just a friend yet with him being a bit more talkative when she was there.
Yet deep inside you, you had the assurance that Harry loves you, yet not eaxactly as much as expressive as you are.
“You tired, baby?”
You asked, your hand going through his hair which made him release a sound of comfort, his head pressed upon your palm, humming out an answer you expected.
You immediately relaxed once you heard Harry’s voice the moment he accepted your call, the bass of the loud music as his background not going unnoticed.
“Where are you, love?”
“O — oh! I forgot to tell you this morning! It’s Kendall’s birthday today!”
The plan of spending a special night with Harry crumbled underneath your fingertips, making you take a deep breath to control yourself.
It was supposed to be a night to be spent completely between the both of you, especially now that you were promoted a rank higher in your job, something that you’ve hoped for ever since the start.
“What time are you going home, H?”
He hummed, the image of Harry probably looking at his watch striking in your mind, making you wait anxiously.
“Maybe a few minutes after midnight? And Y/N, baby, I told you not to wait up for me. ’S the reason why you’re always tired in the morning.”
“God forbid I get tired, Harry. Wish her a happy birthday for me, will you?”
“Will do, love,” he almost shouted since he couldn’t hear himself through the music, the sound of his name being called by probably one of his friends being heard by the both of you.
“Okay. I love y-…”
You were cut short with the line being completely dropped, upsetting you maybe a bit more than it should, making you turn your attention to the drink in front of you.
“Cheating. They call it emotional cheating.”
Harry’s eyebrows immediately furrowed from what you were saying, stopping himself from putting some clothes in his duffel bag that would last him for a day and in his toiletries, his attention completely turning towards you whose arms are crossed and standing in the doorway.
“Love, what the hell are you saying?”
He asked, nearing towards you and putting his hands on your shoulder, a concerned look on his face.
“Is this about your birthday tomorrow? Baby, I told you I would make up for it. You know I promised James I would come to his baby shower. Which happens to be in a yacht for a day.”
“I would be lying if I tell you that I didn’t notice how invested you are in Kendall. Every time you see her, the picture; the conversations.”
Harry breathed out since he noticed you lately of you changing your habits slightly, of how your eyes looked tired.
Yet beyond that, he didn’t seem to notice on how much you compromised. On how much you adjusted your life around him so you could be simply with him.
“Love, it just happens that James invited Kendall too. It isn’t my decision.”
You stared at your feet, feeling the hollowness in your heart for what felt alike in the past few months, your hands being put on top of his shoulders.
“You love me, right?”
It was obvious.
The moment Harry appeared on the door from the night after James’ baby shower, he already knew that you knew it.
And in fact, you already knew it, if it wasn’t for the people tagging you on posts numerously that your phone blew up with notifications, nor the text James sent saying that he’s sincerely sorry because if he knew, he wouldn’t invite either of them and even scold Harry.
He was looking at you expectingly, the tears already flowing out of his eyes as his heart dropped on the sight of you sitting silently on the couch, cussing himself silently of how much he messed up.
“Please say something.”
His voice cracked, pleading for you to say anything, whether it would favor him or not because at that moment, the silence was killing him slowly. He knew how well you could give a silent treatment and remembered a promise to himself long ago that he wouldn’t cross you again because he hates it.
He hates every single bit of it.
“That’s a nice birthday present.”
His heart tightened of what she just said, regretting the things he’ve done faster than when he did it, fully knowing that you can’t and you’re not looking into his eyes.
“I’m giving you a choice. So you wouldn’t think of me as being selfish.”
You stood up, looking down the floor until your feet was a good ruler away from his shoes, making it as a basis so that you wouldn’t get close to him.
“Five days. First choice is I stay here and not talk nor do anything that has to do with me interacting with you. Second is that I stay in a hotel and we could talk. On the phone, one call. Five minutes a day.”
“Love-…” Harry cut himself short, clenching and unclenching his fist at the weight of the moment he carries.
“It would kill me to not either see you nor talk to you.”
You wanted to fight him with what he said, but you took off the urge, your gaze still fixed on the floor.
Harry gulped, desperately wanting to fix what he caused in the first place.
He knew it. He knew it better than anyone should to not break your trust. Especially when you cussed at him while fighting. And yet again, he brought it upon himself. The both of you suffering.
Harry hiccuped out his answer amidst his tears, feeling the pain sear right through his seams that he felt shitty to say the least.
Would he use his five minutes now?
It was less than thirty minutes after you left the house on the same day he went home, bringing yourself and nothing else but your car, your keys, your phone and your cash.
You figured that you would buy clothes in the mini boutiques the hotel has once the air gets too suffocating in your room.
You figured that you would rely on the hotel’s complimentary incentives for the toilteries.
You figured that you would have a drink or two from the mini bar they consider that’s in their mini refigerator.
Harry thought of it for a moment if it would be a good time to use his five minutes. Even better is what’s he going to say.
Your commitment is hanging on by five phone calls he’s going to make, your judgement, and maybe includes his prayers for you to be back on his arms.
Career success and artistic skill are only poorly correlated. What do I mean by this? I mean that you have to get a certain level of skill in order to get published/ put in a gallery/ get musical gigs, but after you get to a certain level of competency, greater or less skill doesn’t seem to have any relationship to how commercially successful you are. Other factors begin to take over in exposing your work to buyers, and moreover, the more rarified your skill becomes, the fewer the punters are who can appreciate it. You can turn a beautiful turn of the phrase while juggling 47 themes and delicately drawing an allegory for the pain of man’s condition? Great. Most people won’t notice. And while that additional skill will get you noticed among peers who are also writing beautiful novels with 47 themes and delicately drawn allegories, it is a bad predictor for commercial success. If you use that skill to delicately render specific lizards, for instance, you still run the risk of only appealing to lizard people. But mostly it’s just excess — the average person doesn’t care if Coldplay’s Chris Martin can play Bach’s Cello Suite No. 1 in D on his guitar. (I don’t know if he can. But I hope so.)
This is because in the commercial art world, most consumers are not also artists. Other factors are nearly always more important to the non-artist consumer: a strong story, a topical subject matter, a celebrity name, a catchy tune, a wicked hook, a pretty cover, the creator’s funniness on Twitter, the creator’s ability to speak in public, the creator’s actual and literal hotness because wow, relatability of the themes, a movie tie-in, an omnipresent advertising campaign, availability of the work in places that rhyme with BallMart.
It’s why you can be an international bestseller without being the best in your field. It’s why you can be an international bestseller without being remotely the best in your field.
Whenever I say this online, people like to shout “what kind of a self-drag!” I suppose because as an international bestseller, I am supposed to think I am 100% fantastic and have definitely earned my title at the top of the heap by some objective measure of wonderfulness. Also because people are weird and possibly don’t understand how self-awareness, confidence, and humility really ought to play well together if you want to be a happy professional artist. It’s crucial to understand just how big of a role you play in your own success. This is so that you can focus on only the things you can control (you can’t make your subject more topical, you can’t suddenly become a famous rock star with a memoir, you can’t guarantee you have a beautiful, eye-catching cover; you can only work on writing faster, writing more accessibly, writing well), so that you don’t take it too hard when all of your career dreams fail to come true overnight. But it’s also to keep you from being a self-aggrandizing asshole about success. You’ve sold millions of books? Great. Remember, Stiefvater, that your skill is only poorly correlated to that number. You wrote a competent-or-better book at a good time for that genre/ subject/ cover/ something, and it took off. Good job, that was nice. Get back to work.
I don’t generally mind this push-pull, actually. Imposter syndrome whispers that I might be a fraud, a just-okay writer wrapped in accolades I don’t deserve. But mostly I think that’s all right: let the voices whisper. The opposite of the imposter syndrome would be letting myself believe that I am entirely to credit for my success, and that’s just as false. The truth is a middle ground, and this truth is also why imposter syndrome doesn’t get in the way of my work.
Because the truth is this: I’m a writer who works hard, puts down a quarter million words of fiction each year, shows up for work even when life throws health or family or world crises at me, and doesn’t make excuses. Those things aren’t subjective. Those things I can control.
Modern!AU You hate James Barnes with a burning passion and the feeling is entirely mutual. Just when you think things can’t get any worse, you are tricked into attending his sister’s wedding as his girlfriend. Stuck with a bunch of strangers, you come up with a set of rules that are not going to last long.
Warnings: Hate to Love, Fake Dating, Snarky Remarks, Language
A/N: Okay, just a warning, there will be a lot of OCs in this series (mostly Bucky’s sisters and parents) Hope you like the first chapter :)
You loved Natasha’s apartment. It was spacious and bright
and she had a great view of the city. There was just one teeny-tiny itsy-bitsy
problem… you hated her neighbour.
James ‘Bucky’ Barnes.
Natasha introduced you to Bucky a little over a year ago. Her
fiancé, Clint, adored him and Bucky always stopped by their apartment. The boys
would stay in the living room and watch TV while you and Natasha gossiped and
drank wine in the kitchen.
Prompt: Soulmate AU where for your entire life you’ve only ever seen black and white, until you receive the first touch from your soulmate and color blooms before your very eyes. But, what would you do if you found out your soulmate was the one person your current boyfriend hates the most in this world?
Relationships: Stiles Stilinski x Reader/Theo Raeken x Reader/Stiles Stilinski x OFC/Theo Raeken x OFC
Warnings: Intimate Dancing, Kissing, Swearing, and Future Smut (I gotta build it up first y’all but smut is coming)
A/N: Y’all this was a long time coming. This series is so incredibly important to me, it took me months on end to write. This is without a doubt my favorite story I have written so far and has become my baby. Special thanks to @sarcasticallystilinski for reading it over and supporting me! I really hope you guys love this as much as I do.
P.s. All of the songs will be in Stiles’ POV and, Oh My God, I highly recommend you listen to them after every part to know what’s going on in his mind throughout the story.
Love, Soulmates and Colors are the three words I despise the most in this world. They ring in my ears like sharp nails scratching against a dry chalkboard and, yet, it seems to be all everyone ever talks about.
“When will I find my soulmate?”
“All I ever see is black and white, I hope one day I’ll meet her and see color.”
“Wait, what do you mean you’re only seeing blue?”
Everyone on this God forsaken planet can only see the dull shades of black and white. However, rumor has it, that that completely changes when you meet your soulmate - as if that bullshit actually exists. Apparently, the moment your skin touches theirs, your entire world becomes vibrant with color and life.
I don’t believe it for one second. Not because I’m bitter or anything, but because I’ve never actually met anyone who can see in color and, therefore, I don’t believe that possibility exists. What would a world full of color even look like? I’m so used to the reality of black and white that the idea of shades other than these two seem so foreign and impossible.
Still no answer. You didn’t care that an old lady walking behind you gave you a very dirty look before shuffling down the corridor to her own apartment. It was only the manners instilled by your parents that stopped you from shooting daggers right back at her.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
“JEON JUNGKOOK! Open the fucking door right now or I -”
Your shouts as well as your fist froze in mid-air when the door whipped open to reveal the man whose name you’d been yelling at the top of your lungs.
“Why the hell are you banging my door down?” Jungkook’s frown and his tone told you that he was irritated, which fueled your anger even more. He had no right to be annoyed at you after the shit he had put you through today.
“Why weren’t you at work?” You managed to lower your volume now that there wasn’t a door separating the two of you, but you made sure that he knew how angry you were.
“I took a day off, but I’m sure you could have gotten that information from the HR.”
His flippant answer didn’t impress you one bit. “You know that isn’t what I’m talking about.”
“Then what are you talking about?” The question came out sounding incredulous, but you didn’t miss the uncomfortable shuffling of the guilty man. He knew what you were talking about. Before you could point it out, however, a high-pitched woman’s voice called from inside his apartment.
“Who’s at the door, babe? Come back to bed, I can’t wait anymore!”
Can i request a Jeff Atkins imagine where hes like a badboy but when Y/N
is the new girl at Liberty and Clay takes her under his wing, Jeff
feels the need to protect her and be good for her? And then at a party
he sees Monty and Y/N flirting so he gets wasted and Y/N ends up taking
him to her house and taking care of him and he drunkenly confesses his
softy feelings for her?
Pairing:bad boy!Jeff Atkins x fem!reader
A/N:OMG GUYS YOU’RE AMAZING!The first part got so many notes?WHoa-M
It was almost time.She checked herself in the mirror one more time before taking her phone.She send a quick message to Jessica,telling her that she was on her way.Taking a deep breath,she exited the house and started walking all the way to her friend’s house.
Emotionally,she wasn’t ready.She didn’t like dancing,she didn’t like drinking,she wasn’t just like everyone else.She would be like a fish out of water.At first she decided to not go.But after Jessica insisted on her attending the party because “it’s gonna be epic girl" she changed her mind.Not because she thought that she’d actually have fun though.She did it for Jessica. She wouldn’t like it if she told her she couldn’t go.
After a couple of minutes, she was there.A few people were out,drinks in their hands,enjoying the night.She quickly got inside in order to find Jessica. The music was so loud,her ears started pounding.She pushed past some “dance maniacs"as she said under he breath.
Suddenly,someone from behind grabbed her right arm and span her around.It was Jessica,thank God…
The young woman put her hands around Y/Ns neck and started swaying back and fourth.
“You’re here!“She shouted and smiled widely.Y/N snorted and shook her head in disbelief.
“It’s eleven thirty and you’re already wasted?Unpredictable!”
“What,me?Not even-” She didn’t manage to finish her sentence because she found the person she’d been searching for minutes now.Justin waved and smiled at her and she nodded.
“Well,hun,i gotta go!Have fun tonight!Jeff is around here somewhere!You better find him!” She said happily,unwrapping her hands from her.
“Hey,” Y/N shouted as she was to head to her boyfriend. “Be careful alright? ”
Jessica gave her a small kiss on the cheek. “Sure,i always am!”
Y/N shook her head once more;that party wasn’t gonna end up well.She took a look around,her hands folded to her chest,in case she found Clay.But he was nowhere to be seen.He said he would come but he probably changed his mind and stayed home.“Something that i should’ve done too…"She told herself.
Everything about the party seemed so wrong to her.She didn’t fit in there.Plus,she couldn’t find anyone to even talk to so she decided to go out and wait for Clay,in case he came later.
She sat on the front porch and that was when she saw him.No,not Clay.The other guy,the guy from the “hall incident”.He had a red cup in his hands and stood at the right of the front garden with some of his friends Y/N didn’t even know their names.
She couldn’t help but stare at his beautiful face,his beautiful eyes.Eyes that after a few seconds looked back at her.She didn’t pull away though.His expression was unreadable,vague. They stayed like that for a few moments before he looked away.
Y/N started playing with her fingers as she intently stared at the white tiles of Jessica’s porch.Why were things so complicated between her and Jeff?What the hell had she done to him?She was afraid to ask him,she couldn’t tell why.Her liking him was wrong and she knew it very well.Because such a famous boy would never want to be with the girl who “daydreams”.Besides,the rumors of him not being in long term relationships were likely true.They had to be.
“Hey,Y/N!“A male voice said.She looked to her left and saw Moty,a good friend of Bryce.He took a seat next to her as he smiled widely.
“Oh,hey Moty!“She said and forced a grin.Honestly,the last thing she wanted was Montgomery to keep her company.
“Beautiful night,isn’t it?“He asked,looking up at the dark sky which was full of stars.Y/N did the same and nodded.
“Yeah,it is indeed.”
“But not as beautiful as you though!Don’t get jealous please!”
Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at his words.Really.Had the poor guy lost all his chances with all the girls at the party and his last option was her?Was he just playing around?She didn’t know and she didn’t care.
“Honestly Moty,that’s the best thing i’ve heard all night!“She said as she wiped away some tears that had escaped her eyes.
"Honestly Y/N,that wasn’t even funny but i’m glad i made you laugh. ”
Suddenly,they both heard Zach yelling at someone.Y/N immediately looked at his direction. It was Jeff.He was yelling at Jeff.Something serious must have happened because Zach hardly made a scene.
"Dude,fuck off!It’s not my fault alright?You’re drunk as fuck and you don’t know what you’re saying!Talk to me when you sober up,i’m out…"He said angrily and not bothering looking at her or Moty,he went inside the house.
Y/N tilted her head to the left to see Montgomery’s reaction; He stood up in an instant and went to where Jeff and three other were,probably to ask of what happened.
As soon as he saw Moty,Jeff grabbed him by the collar and punched him in the face.
"You won’t ever talk to Y/N again,you understand?"He shouted and pushed him away.Moty tried to fight back but the others separated them.
"What the fuck is wrong with you Atkins?"He shouted as he touched his mouth,only to see his fingers being covered in blood.
Y/N’s mind was on fire.Many questions started crossing her mind.Was Jeff watching her the whole time?Why did he care about her and Moty talking?How the hell did he even know her name when she never told him?Indeed,what the fuck was wrong with Jeff Atkins?And that time,she wouldn’t let all these questions unanswered. Next thing she knew was that her legs were taking her to him.
You always wondered if your timer worked. Everyone else’s seemed to. They always found their soulmate and was content, at least to your knowledge.
But your experience was different. You felt like you already met your soulmate, but the timer didn’t go off when you met him. You were absolutely certain the sweet, dorky, science-loving, cute nerd that was your best friend was it. He understood you, helped you out, comforted you, and (most importantly, in your opinion) helped you out with homework. Of course, with this thinking, you obviously had a huge crush on him. I mean, come on, who doesn’t have a crush on Peter Parker?
request: can u do a peter x reader where you get drunk and you try to kiss him and everything but he refuses bc he needs your consent first and he ends up taking care of you until morning please and thank u!
a/n: I was going to go to bed early, but then I stayed up till 3am writing this instead lol. I hope u guys like it!! go ahead and keep sending in requests please! all of your sweet messages have really motivated me to keep writing, so thank u <3
peter doesn’t know whose house he’s at, red cup in his hand as his classmates and possibly other people from schools across Queens fill up the room until he can’t stand it anymore. he sets down his cup, which had been empty from the start when y/n had handed it to him. she had told him it was only for decoration, so he looked like he fit in with the rest of the crowd.
he had lost sight of her 10 minuets ago when another dozen people had shown up. the house is bigger than peters ever seen, which is exactly why he’s having so much trouble finding his friends.
he knows ned and mj are hanging around, but his phone had died just as they had arrived, so he has no way of contacting them. shouting their names is useless, because the music mixed with the loud chatter of possibly over 100 people would make it impossible for them to hear him.
a hand suddenly grabs onto his arm, making him turn around to face mj. she looks slightly disheveled, hair messier than usual and the small bit of lipstick y/n had convinced her to wear is smudged.
“peter,” she says out of breath, like she had been running to find him. “you need to come with me, like right now.”
“what? why? I’m looking for y/n-”
“it’s about y/n.”
peter nods, waiting for mj to take off so he can follow. is y/n okay? the last time he had seen her, she was slightly tipsy from drinking too much spiked punch and hanging off of neds arm. what if she got hurt? peter nervously chews on his bottom lip as mj leads him upstairs, pushing open one of the many doors to reveal y/n sprawled out on a couch, neds party hat on top of her head.
“peter!” she jumps up, nearly face planting until peter carefully catches her, doesn’t miss the way she leans heavily against him with her head against his shoulder. “I think I had too much punch.”
ned grumbles as he picks up his hat. “she’s been calling your name ever since we got her in here, and before that she was flirting with peter m from band class.”
“and I’m pretty sure she scalped me when I told her to go to sleep.” mj rubs her head, glaring at y/n halfheartedly.
“we’re both exhausted, and we’re leaving y/n in your very, uncapable hands.”
“no, wait!” peter holds out his hand as mj and ned exit the room, making sure to wink before they close the door. “oh no.”
“peteeeer,” y/n giggles into his neck. he shivers involuntarily when she runs a hand down his back, nearly jumping out of his skin when her hand slides under his shirt.
“woah, y/n, hold on-”
“shh.” she leans back, eyes narrowed. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time, peter parker.”
peter feels like he’s about to explode and he’s pretty sure his entire face is the color of his mask. y/n, the girl he has been crushing on since they had practically first met, is leaning forward to kiss him without warning. he knows she’s incredibly drunk, which makes the situation so much harder to stop, because he knows she’d never want to kiss him sober.
“nope, no.” peter takes a step back. “y/n, please, wait. you’re drunk and-”
“I am not drunk,” y/n’s words slur, proving his point. she seems to have realized that he’s right, but she doesn’t stop making him move back until his knees hit a sofa in the corner of the room.
“I don’t want you to do anything you’re going to regret!” peter stumbles back when y/n pushes him, unable to stop himself from landing on his back. he swallows loudly as she moves to sit on his lap, but he rolls onto the floor, nervously looking towards the door. “I think I should just take you home, okay?”
y/n sighs, flopping down onto the cushion. “fine, but only if you stay over.”
“you know I can’t do that, y/n. your parents would literally kill me.”
she looks as if she’s thinking for a moment, then perks up a second later. “then I’ll just stay at yours! problem solved.”
“what? no!” peter climbs to his feet, trying to think of a way around y/n’s plan. “how about I stay at your house until you fall asleep?”
y/n appears to be satisfied with peters answer. she moves to stand as well, barely making it a step before peter has to catch her again. at this point he doesn’t have any energy left to be embarrassed as he bends down and swoops her into his arms. or, maybe he does, because when he passes mj and ned in the hallway, they both burst out laughing and pull out their phones to take pictures.
“yeah, thanks, guys!” he calls out, rolling his eyes as he walks towards where they had first entered.
he doesn’t know how he’ll explain this to y/n’s parents. they had known she was going to a party, but not one on this large of a scale with alcohol practically pouring out of walls. maybe it would be best if she’d stay at his place. her parents trust peter, and may would more than likely understand after she gave him an earful.
he ends up going home, carrying y/n the whole train ride. she had passed out the minuet they boarded, and he’s thankful he doesn’t have to worry about her trying to kiss him again. he does wish she’d try to kiss him again, but sober and completely in control of her actions.
reminding himself that that’ll never happen in this lifetime because she is way out of his league, peter pushes the door open to the apartment.
he cringes when it hits the wall, shaking the frames and what feels like the whole apartment. may walks in right as peter shuts the door, cutting herself off from greeting him when she sees y/n in his arms.
“she’s fine,” he hurries to say. “she just.. drank a little too much at the party.”
may throws her hands up as peter heads for his room. “peter! I told you to watch out for y/n. now I’m going to have to call her parents and explain why their daughter isn’t going to be coming home.”
“I know, and I’m sorry. I didn’t know this party was going to be so.. huge. honestly, may, you should’ve seen it. the house was insane-”
“peter?” y/n groans from his arms, eyes squinting as she looks around. when she spots may, she manages a weak smile. “hi, may.”
“hi, sweetie. peters going to take you to bed, okay? I’m going to give your parents a quick call.
y/n nods and peter takes mays gesture towards his room as a queue to go. he carefully sets y/n down on his bed, shrugging off his jacket then gets to taking y/n’s heals off. she stretches, dress rumpling as she rolls to watch peter pull an extra pillow and his sleeping bag from the closet.
“do you want to change?” peter asks, holding up one of his shirts and sweatpants. “I know you must be tired, and that dress doesn’t look very comfortable to sleep in.”
“oh, it’s not comfortable at all.”
peter snorts as he searches for his phone charger. “then why did you wear it?”
“to impress you.”
his hand on the cable slips as he nearly breaks his neck to look at y/n. she stares him down, making peter, for the seventh time that night, blush up to his ears. “wha?”
“I said, to impress you.”
“you’re drunk.” peter tosses y/n his clothes, unable to meet her eyes. “I’m, uh. going to change in the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”
peter nearly slams the door, heart hammering in his chest. did that really just happen? he has take a moment to calm himself down by splashing cold water onto his face a couple of times, repeating to himself that y/n is drunk, she doesn’t know what she’s doing. she probably won’t remember any of this by the time she wakes up. god, peter hopes she doesn’t remember, because then she’ll have to explain with a laugh that she didn’t really mean what she had said.
by the time peter gets back to his room, he finds that y/n had laid out his sleeping bag along with his pillow. he assumes she’s asleep when he switches off the light, but when he lays down, y/n moves her hand to hang over the edge of the bed. peter takes it, falling asleep minuets later and misses when y/n whispers for him to have sweet dreams.
“GET OFF ME WOMAN!!” Hesky shouts
throwing Karen off him and running out the door.
“YOU WILL ACCEPT MY VALENTINE
LOVE!!!” she shouts chasing after him holding her home made
chocolates above her head.
The two Humans screaming and running
past Dr Loop’s door was nothing out of the ordinary these days, he
liked the Humans and found them fascinating and rather good company.
That did not mean that he did not find them odd to the point of
thinking they were all insane. Some were quiet and preferred to be
alone and other were loud and found hurting themselves to be
hilarious. Suddenly his door opened with another Human limping.
“What happened to you?” Dr Loop
“Sergeant Stabby got me” he
“Why do you keep it around and why
the Admiral allows that thing to stay I’ll never know”
“Don’t talk ill of Sergeant Stabby,
he is war hero you know”
“IT is a cleaning machine”
“Irrelevant he is a hero and deserves
“SHHHHHH here he comes”
Sergeant Stabby made his way into the
Dr’s office and bumped into a few wall and furniture all the while
the Human stood up and saluted it until it left.
“Tell me something um…” Dr Loop
“Cho, tell me something Cho is it the
norm for you race to be so….nuts?”
Cho smiled “You’ve never been to
Terra have you?”
“Shame, because if you think we are
crazy you’d love to see us on our home world”
Dr Loop just scoffed and went to look
at Cho’s foot. “The bleeding has already stopped”
“Well yeah he doesn’t stab us deeply”
“But still for wound like this to
stop bleeding so soon”
“Yeah it’s clotting? Wait…have you
worked on Humans before”
“I have studied Human anatomy yes”
“But actually worked with one? In
person before we got here?”
Dr Loop did not like his skills being
questioned, his race the Seelom were a very proud race especially of
“It matters not, I know all the ins
and outs of your kinds bodies, probably better than you and the rest
of your backwards and primitive kind”
Cho raised an eyebrow “Give your arm
for a sec” he asked.
“Just trust me”
Dr Loop gave him one of his right arms
and Cho stuck out his tongue all the while looking at his face for a
reaction but Dr Loop just looked confused and a little disgusted.
Cho licked his arm and a split second
later Dr Loop was screaming as Cho’s saliva burned through his skin.
Dr Loop fell tot he floor cradling his
arm and after a few more seconds the burning stopped and Cho was on
“Guess you forgot our saliva is like
acid to your kind” he said and left without helping him up.
The Benemar Chief of Admiral Polts
fleet was back on Bento Prime, he had already been disgraced for not
seeking justice after one of his clan leaders was killed by a Human
female. And to let the Humans gain all the glory for the liberation
of Remer making their kind out to be a joke.
“Cheif Goolack of the Benemar step
forward!” called one of the High Chieftains and he stpped forward.
“You are a coward and weak, you let
the murder of your own kind go unanswered and these Humans push you
around like your are their slave, what say you in your defence”
Chief Goolack stood up straight, the
chains around his wrists were heavy and those around his legs were
heavier, his pig-like nose snorted and his tusks had been cut to show
“I am a Benemar and I fought for our
people and uphold my laws and our laws say that the STRONG!!! rule.
Well the Humans have shown their strength and I saw their might in
battle against a foe who outnumbered them many times over and they
came away from that battle covered in the blood of their enemies.
They are the only race who has ever besieged our world and you judge
me as a coward for respecting strength?”
“They are the ENEMY!!! they burned
our breeding pens and they must be wiped out. They are gaining too
much power, power they are taking from us”
The court cheered and banged their
weapons which were a combination of ancient war axes and rifles
against their armour.
“Let this cry go out across to the
star to all Benemar, the Alliance high command has given us the
location oft heir breeding ground, we march…TO WAR!!!!”
The Benemar all over the Alliance
suddenly began disappearing from Alliance ships, when asked why they
were going back to their home world they simply replied “The High
Chief has risen the banner”
Many thought this was the Benemar about
to begin an independent push into Gal territory but they did not deny
or confirm this and the army on Bento Prime continued to grow, the
Humans though did not trust the Benemar and kept their eye on them.
Life in Admiral Polts fleet went on a s
usual, or as usual it could be with the Humans around and with the
Benemar now gone their was no hostility in the air. The Humans did
their best to include the other races in their odd practices such as
celebrating the anniversary of ones birth. They even as far to
inquire to the other races celebrations and traditions and asked to
take part which made the others rather flattered. They ranged from
celebrating the unification of the Fookkarl under one banner which
the Humans described as one large orgy as there was a lot of kissing
but the Humans obliged.
The fun did not stop there.
Depit, an Elong like Admiral Polt was
travelling in the ship main elevator to the observatory when it
stopped to let a number of other crew off but only person got on. It
was a Human, female by the looks of her but her stomach was huge,
maybe she had just eaten he thought to himself. The elevator stopped
a few more times and before long it was only him and this Human who
from her tag her name was Sergeant Cathy. He started to sweat, he saw
what was left of the body of the Benemar that she had attacked.
She smiled at him and gave a nervous
smile back but nothing was said between them, until the elevator
suddenly and harshly stopped.
“Ahhh!” Cathy screamed at the
sudden change of momentum.
“Are you okay?” he asked and she
nodded. “Must be a power outage” he tired raising maintenance but
go response, there was no power to the that call button either.
Suddenly Cathy was breathing fast and hard.
“Umm, are you sure you’re okay” he
asked again but she shook her head and held her large stomach.
“The baby is coming” she panted.
“Baby? What baby?”
“I’m FUCKING PREGNANT YOU ASSHOLE!!!
she screamed and he jumped.
“Oh? OH?!!! CRAP!”
Cathy sat down as her water broke and
“What do I do!! HELP!” he shouted
into the call button in some hope that someone would hear.
“What…what is your name?” she
“Depit, come here I need you to help
me” she said holding out her hand and he slowly came and she
“I don’t know what to do” Depit
“Just hold my hand and squeeze when I
“AHHHHHHH” Cathy screamed and
squeezed Depits hand so hard she broke two of his fingers as he had
tried to pull away when he heard the word squeeze.
“WHY YOU PULL AWAY!!!” she shouted
“You’ll break my hand if you squeeze
It then dawn on her that Humans were
far stronger than Elong, so she pulled off her trousers and tore off
a piece so she could bite down on it and screamed again.
“Why are you screaming what’s
happening I don’t how to help” Depit said panicking.
“IM HAVING CONTRACTIONS YOU FUCKING
“WHAT ARE THOSE!!!!”
“MY BODY IS GETTING READY TO PUSH THE
“WHERE THE FUCK DO YOU THINK?!!!”
Another contraction came and she
screamed so loud Depit had to cover his ears.
This went on for over and hour till
finally Cathy stopped screaming as contractions suddenly stopped.
“Okay…okay” she said to herself
with Depit fanning her with his wings.
“How long does this usually go on
for?” he asked.
“My mother was in labour for 32 hours
“Ah don’t shout, I’m lucky the
contractions have stopped”
“What happens next?”
Cathy looked at him “Next comes the
“Elong births are lot…faster than
“You’re a bird race, you have it
easy” she laughed. Then started panting. “Here it comes! Get
between my legs!!”
Depit obeyed and cathy spread herself
and Depit froze.
“What do I do?”
Cathy burst into laughter “I’m
kidding, just guide it out”
Depit got ready and Cathy screamed
again, this time louder and so much Depit thoughtt he walls were
“I can see the egg”
“IT’S NOT AN EGG IT’S A FUCKING
HEAD!! WE DON’T LAY FUCKING EGGS!!!”
“WHAT!!! HOW THE…I’M SORRY…BY
CREATION WHAT THE…..!” he screamed as the head appeared.
Cathy started breathing again and moved
her hand to feel where the baby was “okay, one more” she
positioned herself and Depit put his hands by the baby’s head and
Cathy pushed with every ounce of her remaining strength and it fell
into Depits arms.
After the baby began crying he handed
it to Cathy who wrapped it up in her jacket and cradled it.
“It’s a boy” she said.
“No wonder your race is so tough, you
endure coming into the world like that and are willingly go through
it to bring one of your own into the world”
“And we do it over and over again,
I’ll be doing at least two more times I think” she laughed “What
did you say your name was again?”
“Depit, my name is Depit”
Cathy smiled and looked down at her son
“Do you mind if I call my son Depit?”
Depit’s eyes nearly shot out of his
head, for a child to bear ones name is a great honor among his
people. “You would do me that honour?”
“Of course, you brought him into the
world, well I did most of the work but still”
“Thankyou” he said smiling.
“Oh beware of the after birth”
“The what?” Depit said looking down
just as it slumped down in front of him.
In the higher levels and completely
unaware of the new addition to their family the Humans were having a
friendly game of football with some of the Aliens when Captain Clerk
called for a stop. Admiral Polt was with him and everyone could tell
by their Captains face that something had happened.
“Men and woman of the 8th
Human army” Clerk started “Approximately 16 hours ago the Benemar
launched a full scale assault on Terra”
The air became heavy as if every Human
and Alien had stopped breathing, no one spoke.
“The battle is still going on and all
Human forces are being recalled to aid the defence force fighting
there, our latest report says they have breached our outer defence
net and are landing their troops. So get your stuff I want us ready
to go yesterday!!”
The Humans didn’t say anything and as a
single mind dropped what they were doing and ran to their quarters
and collected all their belongings and things they brought with them.
The cargo hold that they had made their own was dismantled within 10
minutes, every Human was found and accounted for including Cathy and
her new son Depit. Hesky was thrilled to see his son but annoyed that
she named him something that reminded him of cesspit.
Within 2 hours the Humans were all
loaded onto their own ships, they said a quick farewell to their
Alien friends and set off for Terra.
The Benemar continued their assault,
unaware that word had gotten out about their attack on Terra, unaware
of the armada coming for them.
So I realized that the Reggie tag is dry afand since Reggie Mantle own’s this ass I decided to write a lil’ something. Forgive for the grammatical errors, English is not my first language. This is basically just the intro of the story? So, part 2?Enjoy :)
The one where you are in love with your best friend but is in complete denial, and that will be your downfall but not if your red headed bestfriend, Cheryl, can help it.
Plot: When Reggie and (Y/N) have been bestfriends their whole lives but the universe had other plans.
pup. Picking you up.
You nearly jumped from your bed when you saw Reggie’s text
fifteen minutes ago. You need to get ready and you need to do it fast because
God forbid you make Reggie wait. Reggie
Mantle never waits.
After the quickest shower of your life you quickly ran to the
kitchen where you saw your mom preparing your breakfast and … a packed lunch?
“Uh, mom. What’s
she muttered simply as if she wasn’t murdering her daughter’s social
“I’m a senior.”
“I’m your mom. And you
know, I don’t want you eating those trash your cafeteria calls food.”
she said handing out the bag to you. “And
i’m still creating your lunch until you graduate, sweetie, so get used to it.
“But mooom” You
were cut off when you heard two familiar honks from outside. You give your mom
a pleading look.
“(Y/N) you are not
leaving this house without your lunch.” Clerly, it didn’t
Another two successive honks.
“Fine! Fine!” you
quickly shoved the paper bag in your backpack before giving your mom a peck on
“Love ya! Tell Reggie
I said hi!” your mom screamed which you responded with a flying kiss
directed to her general direction.
“Hey Reg.” You
greeted as you went inside Reggie’s car. “Do
me a favor and eat this.”
“Oooh, is this your
packed lunch, pup?”
“I will murder your
“Okay, I get it.”
Reggie cut you off, taking the sandwich from the bag and giving
it one huge bite. “Good morning to
me.” Reggie moaned in delight. “Thank
you mama (Y/L/N).”
“Just drive, you
moron.” you chuckled.
Your eyes ran around the buildings they passed through when you
heard a buzz from Reggie’s phone that was situated in a small compartment
between you two.
“(Y/N/N), can you read
that for me.”
“That’s probably from
Geraldine.” you deadpanned which, in your language, is a no.
“I do not want to see
another picture of a naked woman at 8 o'clock, Reg. It’s too early for that
Reggie barked out a laugh.
“Well, it’s either that or risking an accident, pup. And may I remind you
that it was you who kept reminding me that I should never text and drive.”
Anybody who wasn’t Reggie would’ve been ready to cower at your
stare but this was Reggie were talking
about. The Reggie that has been the subject of this stare since you were five
so it was like an ant bite for him.
“I created a
monster.” you sighed.
“Shut up you know you
“And so does
Sandra,” you said as you read another gruesome text from another one
night stand. “Thanking you for a
wonderful night– nope scratch that, nights. With a photo where she is covered
in very familiar sheets in a very familiar bedroom.”
“Well, i’m not Mantle
the Magnificent for nothing.” Reggie gave you a wink. “And I thought she was Sarah.”
“You are nasty!” You
punched Reggie in his arms which resulted to a (fake) protest from Reggie. They
both knew even if you punched him in full of force it would barely tickle your
6 footer bestfriend. “I sleep on
that bed, Reg, what the hell!”
“Don’t worry, (Y/N/N),
You’re still the only girl in my life.” Reggie chuckled but
not before giving you a wink. “And,
I replace the sheets every time you sleepover so you can go back to loving me
You huffed, crossing your arms. “Oh c'mon pup, i’m sorry?”
You looked away, knowing if Reggie pulled out the big guns, his
puppy eyes, you wouldn’t be able to say no.
Reggie sighed. “I, Reggie Mantle,
solemnly swear, that no other girl besides my darling (Y/N) will have the
opportunity to sleep in my humble berth.”
(Y/N) smiled at your bestfriend. God, he is a moron.
“You can love me
now. Heey, heeeeey.” Reggie said, glancing every few seconds in your
meekly asked. Reggie smirked before offering his pinky. (Y/N) crossed their
pinky’s together before pushing their fist and thumbs together, their childish
yet unforgotten seal which was yet to be broken.
“Fine-fine, I love you
“Thank God, whatever
will I do if I hadn’t gained your affections, m'lady.”
“Crash and burn?” You
You both laughed from the truth in your silly jokes.
“What should I
reply?” You asked after a few seconds of silence.
“This is why I love
Reggie heard the muffled shout of Moose as he got out of The car. Moose was
together with some of his football buddies that were as intimidating as they
looked. Reggie gave them a nod before opening the door for you.
“Sup man.” A
couple of greetings were exchanged between Reggie and his teammates while you
were hidden safely behind his back, as usual. Aside from when you are with
Reggie or any of your carefully chosen friends, you rarely speak. A switch
inside you named “everybody-is-a-waste-of-my-time” suddenly clicks
and you just go mute which the whole world seems to translate as you being shy.
“Hey bud.” you
heard a deep voice from you back. You gave Moose, Reggie’s bestfriend and one
of your oldest friends a hug which was followed by Archie, another one of those
who got Reggie’s favor when it comes to making sure you are protected from the
hells of high school.
Being a silent loner has always had some disadvantages and
Reggie always made sure to obliterate those disadvantages at sight, with the
help of Archie and Moose from time to time.
“You coming to the
game, (Y/N)?” Archie asked you even though you both already knew the answer.
Reggie would not allow you to miss a single game of his.
“Yup, Reggie got me
tickets.” You barely whispered but apparently it was loud enough
for one of their other teammates to hear.
“Oooh nice. Cheer for
me will ya?” An unfamiliar face suddenly spoke getting a little close
to your personal space that was immediately stopped by Reggie, Archie, and
Moose’s hands that automatically went out to protect their (Y/N).
newbie.” Moose warned as the boy raised his hands up.
warned placing your hands in Reggie’s and Moose’s arms to stop them from making
“Was just try'na be
friendly.” The newbie tried to defend himself.
“Well, start getting
the memo. She’s off limits.” Reggie barked back. “Andrews, you got Geometry with (Y/N/N)
“Yeah, yeah got
it.” he said taking your book from your hands. “Let’s go bud.”
You nodded before giving Reggie a pat on the waist as a silent
goodbye and a silent “please don’t murder the new kid”.
“See you later,
“Are you crazy?!”
Smith nearly screamed at the freshman when Reggie went with Moose to talk to
their coach about the new play. “You
must have a death wish, I swear—“
“What? It’s not like I
“You do not talk to (Y/N),
ever. That’s like one of the ten commandments of this school!”
“What? Is she Mantle’s
“No, she’s more.”
Smith scoffed. “Fuck with Mantle’s
girls and he might give you a beating of your life but touch his (Y/N) and he’d
probably murder you if you haven’t been chopped off by Cheryl first.”
As if on cue, a black limo stopped in front of the gate of
Riverdale high and out went it’s empress. Graceful and intimidating as ever,
barely giving other people a glance.
Blossom,” Smith said, almost dreamily which was worrying considering
Cheryl looked like the kind of girl who would murder you if you breathed at her
wrong. “She had a twin, Jason, but
he was brutally murdered. Now all she has left is her money and (Y/N).”
sisters?” Smith looked at the newbie with an
“Sorry, my bad. New
really knows. Just like Reggie, they have just been really close ever
Cheryl sighed as she scanned her eyes for the familiar face of (Y/N)
in the parking lot but it was proven fruitless. She, however caught Reggie and
Moose on the way to the door.
“Mantle, where the
hell is my dear (Y/N)?” She said as she went near
his annoyingly tall figure.
Reggie could barely contain his groan when he heard her eerily
high voice. “She’s not a toy
“Of course not.”
Cheryl said obviously missing the point Reggie was trying to make.
Reggie sighed. “She’s
safe from you, if that’s what you’re wondering.”
“Listen here, dimwit
“She’s in her first
subject with Arch, okay? Calm down.” Reggie said pushing
the door open. “And for your
information, she’s my (Y/N). It’s
time you start learning that.”