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pascalpanic · 3 years

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F*ck Around and Find Out (Javier Peña x f!Reader)

Sequel to Fooled Around and Fell In Love

Summary: Your former fling and now boyfriend, Javier Peña, had a shitty day. Instead of soft comfort like last time, you go for something a little rougher.

W/C: <3k

Warnings: SMUT (18+), oral sex (m receiving), handcuffs, bottom!javi if you squint, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it babes), creampie, also lots of language but that’s a minor concern here lol

A/N: Well, I fucked around and found out. and it led me to this.

This is a sequel to Fooled Around and Fell In Love (linked here and above), but you can definitely read it as a standalone too!

Javi had another shitty day. Working for the DEA is a fucking grind, to say the very least. His weeks normally consist of at least one shitty day, but this one takes the cake for the entire month.

He could’ve really used your calming touch, a kiss on the side of the face, something just to ground him, but you were busy. No matter how hard it was for him, Javier would not admit defeat. He would not ask for the tenderness he knew you’d so eagerly give, he couldn’t. He didn’t know how. So he didn’t, he took his anger out as he furiously wrote a report on the typewriter, smoked half a pack more than normal, and drank at least two pots of coffee from the break room.

When the day ends, the clock striking 5:30, he pulls on his jacket with no hesitation. “Where the fuck are you going?” Steve asks as Javier shoves his shit in his briefcase.

“Home, Murphy,” he snaps. “I’m getting the fuck out of here before I strangle Stechner until that balding head pops,” he grimaces.

Steve’s eyes widen. “Well. Get some rest, maybe get laid. Get that shit outta your system.”

“Don’t you fucking talk about my girl like that,” he threatens.

Steve raises his hands in defense. “Just… saying that you need something to get that anger out. Have a good night, Javi,” he says and gets up from his chair, going god knows where. Javier couldn’t give less of a shit if he tried.

Javier then proceeds to drive over to your apartment. He pulls out his brick of a sat-phone in the car and calls yours. You pick up after a few seconds. “Hello?”

“Hey dulzura,” Javier says with a sigh.

“Hi, where are you? You could’ve just found me,” you chuckle, crossing your legs. You’re sitting on the edge of your desk, where Javier could’ve easily known you’d be if he had a single brain cell left that wasn’t being roasted by his hotheadedness.

“I’m headed home- well, to your apartment. If I spent one more fucking minute in that place…” he trails off, anger fading to exhaustion. “And I just want to spend some time with you. Maybe slow dance in the kitchen again.”

You smile, hugging your free arm tight around yourself. “Of course, babe. You can get comfortable in my apartment, have a drink or something. I’m gonna be about an hour or so before I’m home. Fuckin’ Limón left a paper trail in Medellín and we’re trying to wrap it up.”

He sighs. He’s already waited this long, but he doesn’t know how to ask. He doesn’t know if he can ask, if he can tell you that he needs your love right now or he might burst. “Okay,” he says, nodding.

His voice is so tired. So sad. You pout a little, looking over at your own cluttered desk. “Or… I suppose Limón can wait until the morning. He’s not going to do something crazy overnight, right?” You chuckle.

There’s a small smile on Javi’s face now. “If he does, I will personally take over whatever you’re doing.”

You smile at the words. “Maybe I want him to do something crazy now,” you tease for a moment. “Well, I’ll head home now. Meet you at my place in a bit. I love you,” you tell him honestly.

“Love you too, baby. See you in a bit,” he says and hangs up. He lets out a deep sigh at the relief of your voice, of the way just talking for you with less than a minute can take all of his stress away.

He parks outside of your place, unlocking the door with the spare key you gave him. He sets his briefcase on your kitchen table. He finds a bottle of wine in your refrigerator and pours two glasses, sipping one and setting the other down for you.

Javier looks around your apartment, smiling softly. There’s a photo of the two of you on the end table by your sofa. It’s a shitty print of the two of you smiling into the disposable camera, faces washed out by the flash. Javier picks it up and chuckles. You’re grinning ear to ear, exposing your teeth and pressing your cheek to Javi’s. He may not show it, but he feels the same, although his smile is significantly smaller than yours. Closed lipped. His brown eyes show the weight of his joy.

He sits on the couch and watches the TV with half of his attention. His anger from the day sinks back in, making him forcefully breathe slow to remain calm. She’ll be home soon, he reminds himself. She’ll kiss your skin and wrap her arms around you and tell you how much she loves you. You know she will.

But Javier can’t wait. He gets up, pacing around the apartment. It’s only a short drive from the embassy to your place, but you probably had to put away some files and shit. He’s in the middle of his third lap from the kitchen to the living room when the doorknob rattles.

He opens the door and sees your smile, and he wastes absolutely no time in cupping your face and kissing you deeply. You giggle at first, taken aback, before wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing back. You walk him backwards into the apartment, kicking the door shut behind you and slipping off your heels. “Bad day, huh?” You ask between kisses as the two of you meander to your couch.

He breathes out a confirmation and you frown softly. “We better fix that,” you tell him, pressing your forehead to his.

“I think we’d better,” he nods and kisses you again hungrily. Hard. Desperate, his tongue pressing against the seam of your lips.

You break away as you reach the couch, sitting next to him and pulling him down with you. “Can I take care of you tonight?” You ask him, running a hand through his tobacco-brown waves.

He frowns a little. “What do you mean take care of me?” He asks, his head tilting to the side with his confusion.

You smile. “Treat you right. Mainly in bed, that was kind of my plan,” you chuckle.

“Oh really? Is that what you had in mind?”

You nod and press a soft kiss to his face. “You deserve it. Let me take the lead for once,” you mumble, kissing his jaw and his neck. “If you’ll be good for me.”

“What happens if I’m bad?” He mumbles, his head tilting to the side. He pulls you onto his lap, angling his head so you have better access.

“Why don’t you fuck around and find out, hm?” You ask teasingly, nipping at his skin. He gasps in surprise and smirks.

“Do your worst, baby girl,” he murmurs, and you kiss him again desperately.

Your lips cling to his, arms pulling him as close as you can get. You don’t care that you’re still in your work clothing, you straddle him and palm him through his jeans. He groans and you push your tongue against his, moaning softly.

The two of you stay like that for a little bit, your hand palming Javier’s hardening dick in time with your lips against his. He’s straining against his jeans, bucking into your hand when you pull away.

You get off of him and stand, hands on your waist. You examine his belt, searching for one of the tools you know you can always find there. He’s about to ask if you need help unbuckling it, like the sarcastic asshole he is, before you lean down and grab the handcuffs with a grin. “I told you, I’m gonna take real good care of you. Now let’s head to bed,” you tell him, grabbing his hand and pulling him up.

He’s stunned, really. He’s never been anything but dominant in bed, always taking the lead, always putting in the heavy efforts. Even when you ride him, he’s the one thrusting up into you. But you jingle the handcuffs in front of you while you walk him to your room, and he thinks he’s already seeing stars.

“Fuck,” you sigh as you walk into your room and Javier squeezes your ass. You turn around, stripping your blazer and unbuttoning your shirt. “Take off your clothes,” you order him.

Javier obeys, smirking. “I think I kinda like it when you boss me around,” he teases, eyes widening in lust as he sees the curve of your breasts when your shirt falls to the floor.

“Then you’re going to have a very good night,” you assure him teasingly, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Is this okay? I know normally you’re the one doing this.”

“This is fucking perfect,” Javi laughs as he pushes down his jeans and then his boxers. “I’m excited to see what you have in mind. You know I’m down to try anything once.”

“You ever been handcuffed?” You ask, holding them up now that you’re in just your bra and panties- unintentionally matching today, a dark silky black.

“No,” he admits.

You raise an eyebrow. “I kind of expected someone like you would’ve, Peña,” you tease, pushing him down onto the bed. “Hands above your head. Got it?” You ask.

“Yeah,” he mutters out breathlessly, putting his hands against your headboard. He positions himself readily for you, already rock hard and ready for you to do whatever the fuck you want.

You smirk at the sight, tracing your fingertips over the line where your bra meets the flesh of your tits. “And you don’t get to touch tonight,” you tell him with a smirk, “but I promise it’ll be all about you.”

He smirks too. “Get over here so I can kiss you, at least,” he asks, and you nod, straddling him and bending down to kiss him where he lays, flat on his back. You grind your panty-covered slit across his dick, and he shudders as he can feel your wetness through the cloth. “Baby,” he mumbles.

You pull away and look down at him, hands tracing over his body. “You’re so fucking hot, Javi,” you chuckle, fingers splayed out against his abs. “I am so lucky that I get this whenever I want it.”

“Whenever,” he nods in agreement, sitting up and kissing you again softly.

“And I have never been one to take what I have for granted,” you murmur as you press him back down into the bed and kiss at his collarbones, his pecs, his abs and stomach and down to his hips. You leave soft marks across his skin, tasting every inch of it. “So fucking hot, Javi. God, you make me so wet whenever I even think about this.”

“Missed you today,” he breathes out as you slowly pump his dick, twisting your hand around him. “Needed you. Some love.”

“Yeah? You could’ve come and got me,” you chuckle, pressing kisses around the base of his dick. “Asked me.”

“Didn’t know how,” he admits breathlessly, grunting as you lick around the base slowly. “Didn’t wanna bother you.”

You pout up at him, stopping for a second. “You can always come get me, baby. You know that.”

He nods. “Doesn’t matter now. Just… oh fuck,” he shudders as you take the tip in your mouth, shivering at the sound he makes. “So good, Goddamn.”

He won’t last long at all tonight, but that’s fine by you. Tonight, you intend to get your pleasure through his, to put him first and treat him to a night of relaxation. Your hand pumps the base of his dick slowly, making him cry out and tug against the restraints of his hands, as your other hand pulls off your panties.

“Javi,” you murmur with a devious smirk. “Good boys don’t tug.”

Even when you’re the one in control, Javier still holds the power. He can still make you do whatever he says. “Good girls don’t tease,” he flirts right back and it goes straight to the pooling heat between your legs.

“I’m the one in control here,” you remind him, even though it’s weak. You both know it’s Javier pulling the strings. You rub his thigh softly. “Just relax for me, baby. Let me take the lead, just let it all go. I’ll take care of you like you take care of me.”

His thick adam’s apple bobs in his throat. “I’d relax better if you were riding my dick.”

“God, Javi, you’re so impatient,” you whine and look up at him. “I was getting there.”

“Sorry, sorry,” he chuckles. “Take your time then. I’ve got nowhere to go,” he shrugs, clanking his handcuffs around as a reminder that it’s not only a joke but literal.

You shoot him a glare and he gives an apologetic little smile that makes you giggle. “God, have I mentioned how much more I like you when you admit you love me? You’re not so intense in bed, even though you still can be. You can even be… cute.”

“I am not cute, dulzura,” Javier frowns.

“Yes you are! Look at that cute-ass pout you’re giving me,” you laugh. “You are adorable, Javi. Especially when you make those noises when I go down on you.” You take the tip in your mouth again, swirling your tongue around it.

Javier holds back the noises, now trying to prove a point. He’s nearly silent for the next few moments as you work him just the way he likes it with your mouth. You pout and pull away. “Will you let me hear those noises again if I get on your dick?”

Javier’s panting but he smiles and nods. “Maybe I’ll even listen to you and relax.”

You grin and bring your lips to his, kissing him deeply. “I think you will, because I have a surprise,” you murmur.

“I thought the cuffs were the surprise.”

“Just one part of it… I want you to cum inside me tonight. Raw.”

Javier’s breath catches in this throat. “Fuck, you’re sure?” He asks, desperate to touch your sides and grope your breasts in that gorgeous black bra.

You nod. “I’m protected and clean.”

He nods back. “I am too, now please, baby-” You waste no time and sink your hips down over his, shuddering at how good it feels. “Javi,” you whine as you push all the way down, his thick cock bottoming out inside of you.

Javier’s already on the verge. “Fuck,” he grunts, biting down on his lip. Your hands rest flat on his chest, pushing him down into the bed. He can’t roll his hips up into you, can’t try to control the movement. It’s all on you. “Please, cariño,” and he’s already whining for you. Needy, desperate.

“Yeah baby? What do you want?” You ask flirtatiously, hovering your breasts in front of his face. Your hips wiggle teasingly on his, making him groan from the friction.

He pulls his head up to bury his face in your cleavage, tracing his tongue around the warm flesh of your tits. “Take it off for me. Please, baby.”

“No,” you say forcefully and lift all the way off of him, leaving you feeling achingly empty inside. “I’ll stop like this if you don’t behave.”

“I’ll do anything, dulzura,” he nods, hooking a leg around yours. “Please, just-”

“Good,” you practically purr as you line yourself up on him and sink down, moaning. “God, you’re so thick. Feel so good inside me Javi.”

He throws his head back into the pillow, your incessant teasing making his dick ache with tension. “If you keep fucking edging me, I’m gonna die,” he chuckles.

“Oh baby, this isn’t even real edging,” you murmur into his ear. You finally give in, putting your hands over his on the headboard, bouncing up and down on him. You kiss around his neck, working soft marks into places the shirt can cover tomorrow. “How does it feel?”

“So good,” he groans. “You feel so good on top of me, get me so deep inside of you,” he shudders, hips wiggling a little but stopping the motion as it makes you slow your pace.

“You’re a quick learner,” you mumble as you lick a hot stripe behind his ear. “You gonna cum for me?”

“Yeah,” he nods frantically, shuddering. “Please?”

He said please. Javier fucking Peña just asked you for permission to orgasm. You could get used to this. “Yes, come on baby, cum inside me,” you tell him and he follows your command. He thrusts up into you once, desperately, and the friction leads him to spill his hot seed inside of you.

You whimper at the feeling, biting your lip. “Good job,” you mumble as you work him through it. It’s pure bliss for him, the feeling of your walls clenching around his bare dick and your slick soaking the hot skin there.

As he’s done, you slow down and roll off of him, grabbing the key to the handcuffs from the nightstand and unlocking the cuffs. His hands immediately find their way to your sides and pull you on top of him, kissing you hard. “That was so good, baby.”

“I thought so too,” you chuckle. “Maybe next time you can stop being such a stubborn bastard and give in for me.”

He nods. “I do like that. Although, I won’t lie, I like destroying you more,” he teases, fingers tracing down to the aching clit that never got an orgasm tonight. His own cum mixes with the wetness dripping from you in anticipation. “Mm, you need to cum, don’t you?” he groans and bites his lip. “Let’s fix that, baby.”

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minjoonie-song · 3 years

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0:00 “Hello! Welcome to Minjoon’s Kitchen.” “Who’s fucking kitchen?” Brandon’s voice off camera startled a laugh out of Minjoon, loud and squeaky; and that was it for the theme of the live. “Welcome to uh... Welcome to Minjoon in a kitchen.” “Welcome to not Minjoon’s Kitchen.” Brandon added, finally coming into view. “Welcome not Minjoon to Minjoon’s Kitchen, not in Minjoon’s kitchen.” “Featuring Minjoon.” “Welcome to Brandon’s kitchen!” “Welcome to Brandon is trying to get his car home because she’s parked in fucking central LA after we went for brunch and had so many mimosas that I legally wasn’t allowed to drive us home.” “Hi MTV. Welcome to Brandon’s crib.” “Look mom! I‘m on MTV and I didn’t have to be 16 and pregnant to do it!” The pair started cackling again, uncontrollably hysterical in their inebriated states. 8:14

“You should make that a thing.” ”What?” ”Not Minjoon’s Kitchen. Once a month you just show up at a random fans house, streaming and giving them no time to prepare for you to cook whatever they have in their house.” ”Absolutely not. You know I like to be organised when cooking.” ”You’re literally squinting at lettuce in the fridge, I think you’re past that.” ”That’s lettuce?” “Oh my god, Minjoon. You can’t cook like this.” “I can’t see properly. I don’t know where my glasses are.” “This is going to be the most disappointing episode of your show ever and it’s live. We can’t cook, it’s gonna be dangerous and messy.” “In the words of the awesome Jake Peralta. Title of your sex tape.” “Oh my god. No, mine would be called uhh.. Put that thing back where it came from or so help me.” “Nope. I already claimed that for mine.” “Joonie! I hate the accuracy.” The laughing continued, even as the pair complained that they couldn’t breathe.

18:58

After they’d finally calmed down they took the camera with them to the couch, after the executive decision that the pair were definitely in no state to try to actually cook anything and a too large order of pizza. “We have like half an hour to kill. What are we going to do now?” “Remember when I asked for a Q&A way back in the past when I thought I’d be sober at four in the afternoon? We’ll do that and then I guess I’m writing a formal apology on my notes app to anyone who was hungry and eager to learn. Just like a real celebrity.” Minjoon fished around in his pockets for his phone, handing it to Brandon once it was unlocked so he could read it aloud. “I just figured out the greeting. Welcome to the last ever episode of Minjoon’s Kitchen.” “My biggest mistake this time was too much Minjoon and not enough kitchen. Some people come just to see my organised spice rack.” “You’ve both upgraded and downgraded to Brandon’s Couch.” “Love it. I’ve re-branded. Put it on a T-shirt. Every episode I’m just going to show you how to order different pizzas. We’re a podcast now.” “You’re a dumbass. Alright! Let’s see what we got. Minjoon.. What is your favorite thing to cook?” “Everyone I see with how hot I am.” The laughter started up once more, even despite their previous attempts to calm down. “I fucking told you! I knew you’d get that one.” “You owe me $50 for saying it!” “I’ll buy all the pizza you just ordered, how about that?” “Catch me outside?” “Stop! How have you made it this far in life as a meme?” “I wasn’t always like this, it’s part of my rebrand. Brandon’s Couch: Meme edition.” “I can’t believe we failed cooking and now we’re already failing the Q&A.” “No! No, I got this. My favourite thing at the moment.. I love making risotto. Mostly because I get to eat it afterwards and I love eating risotto but yeah! That’s my favourite right now.” “I don’t think that’s really answering.” “It’s my answer. This is still not Minjoon’s Kitchen featuring Minjoon for this last episode. Shh. Next question!” “This one asks if there is anything in particular that gets me inspired for designs? Yes! I love art so as soon as my bank account hits below a mil, I’m like.. Shit! Gotta doodle. No, I find inspiration everywhere. Sometimes it’s just a particular mood I’m in, sometimes I’ll see a net curtain blowing a particular way in a breeze and design an entire dress from how it falls. Sometimes I’ll see a colour that I’ll want to make an entire wardrobe out of. I’ve been painting a lot recently, not designs just.. things I like and I’ve been able to work from those. Gross, I know but yeah. Inspiration is everywhere. Disgusting. Unacceptable. I refuse to be inspired again that was too mushy.”

23:37

The boys were a giggly mess. Almost everything bringing them to hysterics even if it was just something said with the smallest hint of sarcasm, they were grabbing onto the couch and each other’s arms for support as they hiccuped their way through another bout of laughter. “Anyway! Next question is top 5 celebrity chefs. Mine of course is Joonbug and that’s it. Wait, no that dude from that thing we saw in England. Gordon’s friend.” “Oh! With the road trip?” “Yeah, the really funny one.” “I loved that. Mine is obviously Chef Ramsay, Remy.. Gotta give my boy a shout out. Chef Baek Jong-won. Oh! The um.. I discovered that dude during fashion week in London that time. The sciencey one. Hus.. Hes..? I don’t remember his actual name but he made some amazing things. I was in awe. I’m also throwing in whoever invented bulgogi. That’s my top five. I actually met Chef Ramsay recently!” “You did! You called me after. How was it meeting your hero?” “Oh, I cried. Like a big baby. Ugly sobbing and lots of I love yous in the middle of a cupcake shop.” “Classic Minjoon behaviour.” “He signed my T-shirt and I cried some more. I would have proposed through my tears but I was crying too much. Like the shaky inhale, full on breakdown kind of crying? I can’t even be embarrassed because he still talked to me.” “You’re a baby!” “I am a baby! 달콤한 아기. That’s what my eomma and momma call me and then they pinch my cheekies.” “Cute! Ooh! How does it feel.. no, fuck. That’s not.. shut your face. I can read. How does performing feel on stage versus cooking on camera? How did it feel being on stage?” “I refuse to acknowledge what that means. Stage? What stage?” “They’re talking about your big, gay musical re-enactment of your love for me.” “I wish I could use memes like in real life? Just the I do not see meme but my face. Honestly though? It’s different because I can cook. This mess obviously doesn’t count but I can edit everything I post and I know what I’m doing? I’m confident when I’m cooking. I know what I can and can’t do. Being on stage was just.. I was terrified. It was terrifying. I had fun though and I did work hard. Like.. I decided last minute and I had to learn choreo and remember lyrics to things I wrote years ago. I was scared I’d trip up and face plant the whole time. Like the entire time. I wanted to be included though and I couldn’t go to the festival because it was terrifying being around so many people. I just kind of listened from the side lines but it sounded good and you said you had lots of fun being up there.” “I did. You know me though. I’m that one line from that Mike Posner song about needing everyone’s eyes just to feel seen.” “Woah. Hashtag deep.” “Oh my god. You’re ridiculous.” “I did need the entire weekend to recover though. It’s.. it’s a lot to open yourself up like that.” “You mean serenading the town with love songs about me?” “You suck so bad.” “Is that how you talk to the former love of your life?” Minjoon snorted, slapping at Brandon’s arm. “You were so in love with me. It’s my greatest achievement, you know? I put it on my resume under my skills. Has given Minjoon boners.” The reaction was instant, Brandon’s loud laugh failing to cover Joonie’s shriek that soon turned into a laugh but even his amusement couldn’t mask how red he’d gotten. “No! I hate it here! You suck so bad! So bad! I can never show my face in public or make eye contact with another human being ever again!” “It’s a good job I put the age restriction thingy on this stream. I knew I’d be a fucking menace after the second drink.” “You’re not a menace! You’re a gremlin! God, end the stream before you really do end my YouTube career. Goodbye everyone! I’m gonna go eat my body weight in pizza and become a cave hermit.” “Bye little Joonie fans! Sorry about the.. Fuck it, I’m not sorry about anything. Peace out, bitches!”

#thanks for sending in questions #anon;;#Para: ft. Brandon

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angelofthequeers · 4 years

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Not a Good Look: Chapter 4

@thequeenofpotatoeunicornss @lady-charinette tagged as requested :)

Chapter 3 | Chapter 5 | AO3 link

Disclaimer: I don’t own ML.

“– wake him up?”

“He needs the sleep, though. That was an enormous shock.”

“Yeah but his bodyguard’s picking him up at eight and he needs time to recover so he can act normal.”

That voice…it’s the voice of an angel. It’s his lady! His princess!

“Maribug…” he croaks around the weight in his chest. The hushed voices around him immediately die.

“W-What?” Maribug’s voice squeaks. Adrien should open his eyes but...it’s peaceful, drifting in this sea of darkness with his lady’s voice nearby. It feels like a pleasant dream after the nastiness of the shock that the voices had been talking about, although what that shock could be, he’s got no clue apart from a niggling little feeling in the corner of his brain.

“Of course she’s you. Of course you’re the most incredible girl, Maribug. Buginette. I like both. Just like Ryuumi. Kagyuuko.” He sighs and prays that this dream of amazing girls who could kick him over the Eiffel Tower never ends. “Girls. Please step on me.”

“Uh, Marinette, what’s he talking about?” says a voice that’s familiar but just evading Adrien’s addled mind.

“N-Nothing! I have no clue! He’s just delicious – uh, delirious!” Maribug babbles in a high voice.

“Really,” the second voice says flatly. “Because it sounds like he’s saying you’re –”

“He’s just delirious, okay?”

Everything after that fades into a buzz of voices and background sounds that brush over him but don’t sink in. He’s not sure how long it is before he’s finally able to open his eyes; it could be minutes, or it could be days. Either way, by the time he groans and cracks his eyes open, the light that meets him is emanating from a lightbulb instead of through the windows across from him, which show the dim skyline of the city outside lit by brilliant orange. How long exactly had he been out?

“Adrien?” says an angel from nearby, and some warm pressure envelops one of his hands. Craning his head brushes his cheek against soft pink fabric, informing him that he’s lying on the chaise in Marinette’s room, and this conclusion is confirmed when his brain focuses enough to inform him that the person kneeling on the ground next to him is Marinette. Kagami’s sitting cross-legged next to her, so close that the outsides of their thighs are touching, and she appears to be the source of the warmth in his hand, since she’s laced their fingers and is resting her head on the edge of the chaise just next to his side. Marinette’s blue eyes crinkle as she reaches over to brush the hair back from his forehead, and for a moment, this is Adrien’s whole world: just the three of them, him and his lady and his heart’s thunderstorm, and he almost forgets why he’s even in this position until someone else speaks.

“It’s around six.” This new speaker is Alya, who’s sitting cross-legged in Marinette’s desk chair and regarding him with the same sympathy as Marinette. “We figured you needed the sleep after that panic attack.”

“Alya!” Nino hisses from the floor next to the chair. Alya shrugs.

“What? He was gonna ask eventually.”

“Panic attack?” Adrien lets out a hoarse laugh. “I haven’t had one of them since…wow, I don’t even remember. Especially not one that bad.”

“Understandable, after what you learned,” Kagami says. She’s still wearing Kaalki’s glasses, and everything pours back into Adrien’s brain in a rush: Nathalie most likely being Mayura, his own father possibly being Hawkmoth and making a deal with Lila using him as collateral – collateral in a supervillain’s terrorist plot –

“Hey. Hey, Adrien.” A warm hand grabs his unclaimed hand and squeezes, while his chest once more begins to tighten. “Five things you can see.”

“Huh?” he rasps.

“Tell me. Five things you can see.”

“Um…” Adrien squints around the room, trying to direct his focus to the task he’s been given instead of the way his chest is clamping down on his lungs. “Your computer. Mannequin. Alya and Nino. Kagami. Uh…you. Your smile.”

Marinette’s soft smile seems to sharpen, drifting more into focus. “Good. Four things you can feel or touch.”

“The – the chaise.” His fingers twitch and brush against soft material. “My shirt.” He flexes his fingers in Kagami’s hand and she pushes right back, counterbalancing and grounding him. “Kagami. And…and you.”

“Good.” Marinette squeezes his other hand, and it’s like she’s breathing new life into him by the touch alone. “Three things you can hear.”

Adrien draws in a deep breath – much easier now that he’s not suffocating – and focuses. “The cars. They’re outside. Um…there’s a dog barking somewhere. And you. Your voice.”

“Almost there. Two things you can smell.”

“Strawberries and vanilla,” are the first words out of Adrien’s mouth in answer to that. While there are other fainter scents around him – fabric, the cool city air fluttering in from the cracked window, cooking food from downstairs – the smell that overwhelms him, that demands his attention, is Marinette. Her forehead creases in response to his words, but she thankfully doesn’t question them.

“And one thing you can taste.”

Instinctively, Adrien raises Marinette’s hand to his mouth and presses his lips to the back of it. “You,” he says, while Marinette’s face flushes as brilliant red as her suit when she’s Ladybug. God, Adrien loves this girl so much. How did he get so lucky that he fell for her twice over?

“Ghat’s tood – that’s good!” Marinette stammers. Kagami lets go of his hand with a small frown, and although Adrien wants nothing more than to erase that look from her face forever, his fuzzy brain can’t quite figure out how to do so, or even much of what’s going on right now. “Better feel a bit?”

“You’re so cute when you stutter,” Adrien’s mouth says without his permission. Marinette’s face turns even redder, darkening to the crimson of Ryuuko’s suit, and it’s that comparison that makes him realise: Kagami’s probably upset that he’d kissed Marinette’s hand like that. Shit. But how does he explain that he doesn’t love her any less? That he naturally gravitated to Marinette because she’s his partner, the one who’s had his back since the very beginning, not because he loves her more or something? The answer is that he can’t; not without exposing his identity, and he’d never betray his lady like that when they’ve agreed on the importance of secret identities, especially since he’d only just found out her identity. God, this is all so confusing. How do people do this feelings thing?

“Um…what do you remember?” Marinette forces out. “Since you got back here?”

Adrien frowns. “Not much. I know you guys comforted me – and you’re all the best friends anyone could have.”

“Damn right,” Alya says, while Nino salutes.

“Anything else?” Marinette’s tone is cautious, like there’s an elephant in the room that she’s stepping around. Adrien squints at her.

“Then I woke up and Alya told me that it was six.”

“Oh,” Nino says. “So, you don’t remember –” He hisses when Alya kicks him in the ribs, though it doesn’t look like there was any force behind it.

“Remember what?” Adrien struggles to sit up, though his body is less like a solid block of concrete thanks to Marinette’s grounding exercise, so it doesn’t take too much effort. “What did I do? Or say?”

Marinette looks over her shoulder at the others and bites her lip. Adrien’s gut lurches.

“Mari,” he says, leaning forward, and she starts at the nickname. “What happened? Did I mess up? Did my father or Nathalie –”

“No, no, nothing like that!” Marinette throws her free hand in the air, then takes a deep breath and looks down at the floor. “Just…Adrien, how did you know I’m – that I’m Ladybug?”

Adrien.exe crashes. Oh. Oh no. When had he let slip? It must have been in the fuzzy grey realm between getting back to Marinette’s room and waking up to a panic attack, because if Alya and Nino and Kagami didn’t know then Marinette wouldn’t have said it in front of them. But how can he give an answer without revealing his own identity?

Bit selfish of you, isn’t it? says a nasty little voice in his head. Worrying about your own identity when you just blew Ladybug’s, especially to the Ladyblogger.

Adrien swallows and then runs his free hand through his hair, which is much more Chat Noir’s messy mop than Adrien Agreste’s perfect style. “Um…your earrings gave it away,” he says slowly. Marinette’s forehead crinkles in that adorable way that it does whenever she’s trying to think of what to do with her Lucky Charm.

“How? They’re not – they’re plain black – I didn’t have my Ladybug transformation –”

“Well, for one, it occurred to me that jewellery doesn’t carry over to our transformations. But if it was a Miraculous?” Adrien leans in closer, holding himself on the chaise so that he doesn’t nose-dive off it, praying that he’s reading this right and he’s not just about to massively screw everything up. “And last time I saw Multimouse, she didn’t have any earrings.”

“…What?” Marinette blinks. “But you’ve never seen Multimouse –”

“Of course I have,” Adrien says. “She found it very sweet that I thought she was Ladybug, and I couldn’t help but trust her with my life as soon as she spoke, even if I didn’t know who she was. I don’t know how I let you trick me like that when I’ve had your back more than anyone else and I know what your brilliant mind’s capable of. It’s always been us two against the world, hasn’t it?”

It’s rather fascinating that Adrien can pinpoint the exact moment when Marinette’s brain crashes and blue screens. First off is the deathly pallor of her face, followed by her mouth falling open and emitting strange, strangled sounds that don’t in any way resemble speech, and then she’s grabbing his hand and yanking it up to eye level, causing Adrien to inevitably face-plant into the ground and hang off the chaise. But even though he can’t see her, he can certainly feel her running her fingers over his silver ring, and he knows very well that she’s aware of what the Black Cat Miraculous looks like after her stint as Lady Noire, even if the ring had looked different for her like her earrings had changed for him.

“Oh my god,” Alya whispers in the background. “No way – it can’t be – I’m such an idiot –”

“Yep,” says Plagg’s familiar voice as Adrien wrestles his other arm to pull himself fully onto the floor without crashing in an undignified heap. Great. The little gremlin’s going to take full advantage of this situation to milk all the admiration he can get to feed his overly large ego. “You’re such dim-witted creatures. Never see what’s right in front of your nose, and I think these two are proving my point.”

“You don’t need to be so mean about it, you stinky sock!” says a high voice that Adrien recognises as Tikki’s. Well, at least she also recognises that the cat’s out of the bag, so to speak.

“What?” Plagg says innocently. “I had higher expectations of Fox Girl there after she figured out Turtle 2.0 was her boyfriend –”

“How do you even know about that?”

“I know things. I’m an all-powerful god –”

“You’re so adorable!” There’s the sound of feet crashing on the floor. When Adrien finally manages to roll onto his back and groan, hoping that he doesn’t look like a total lost cause, he’s greeted with the upside-down sight of Alya cupping Plagg and scratching him behind the ears. Although Plagg’s wearing a look of annoyance, his loud purrs are a clear betrayal of his attempt to be a grumpy little goblin.

“I’m a creature of darkness! I’m the thing you fear in the night! The ancient avatar of destruction and misfortune!” Plagg yowls, but he makes no attempt to escape Alya’s furious scritching. If anything, his purrs grow louder, and Tikki hovers nearby with a particularly smug look on her face. Traitor. Turning his back on Adrien as soon as someone showers him with affection.

“Okay,” Marinette says faintly and helps Adrien sit up and lean against the side of the chaise. “Okay. I think I’m with it now.” Then she jabs him in the chest and immediately transforms from a dazed airhead to a terrifying demon. “Why the hell would you take the Snake? You could’ve said no! I was waiting for you to show up –”

“You said I was perfect for the job!” Adrien’s voice pitches and cracks, betraying him just like Plagg has. “I kind of had a massive crush on you, remember? I wanted to…well, get you to like me, since you didn’t like Chat Noir. And you said you didn’t need Chat –”

“Oh.” Marinette’s fury dies down like an enraged ocean smoothing out into calm ripples. “Oh, kitty. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to imply – well, I was wrong, okay? I meant what I said after Anansi and during our fight against Miracle Queen. You’re irreplaceable and it’s always going to be us against the world no matter what. I was just, um…more than a bit lovestruck with Adrien Agreste. I wanted to make a good impression on you for your first mission.”

“Really?” Kagami says dryly. “Ladybug wanted to make a good impression? I think I was mildly infatuated with you as soon as you saved me when I was Riposte. You made such an impression on me that you made me realise I wasn’t heterosexual.”

“Join the club,” Alya drawls. “I was so gay for her from the moment she saved me from Stoneheart. Well, pan, if you wanna get technical.” She and Kagami exchange knowing smirks.

“Uh, I know it’s not gay for me, but yeah,” Nino says. “I think we’ve all got a little something for Ladybug, dude. Although to be fair, Chat Noir’s just above her on my freebie list, and only half of that’s ‘cause Alya would deck me if I took Ladybug from her.”

“Damn right,” Alya says and rewards him by bending down to kiss the top of his head.

“I know that’s dumb now!” Marinette huffs and crosses her arms. “I’m a teenager in love. Sue me. And I’m going to ignore that all three of you would do me. Well, my superhero self.”

“Nino would do me,” Adrien says smugly because yeah, it’s just a bit of an ego boost that your best friend finds you hot, even if a) he’s taken by the girl of his dreams and b) you’re hoping to be taken by the girl of your dreams.

“Damn right, bro,” Nino says. Adrien grins.

“Bro.”

“Oh. My. God.” Alya throws her free hand in the air but quickly returns to petting Plagg when he hisses at her. “All this time, both my ships have been the same people! Marinette’s into Adrien – Adrien’s into Ladybug – Chat Noir’s into Ladybug too, and Ladybug’s into Adrien – but Marinette and Ladybug are the same people, and so are Adrien and Chat Noir! You’ve liked each other all along! What the hell is wrong with you two?”

Marinette catches Adrien’s eye and chews her bottom lip. His chest spasms, he gasps, and then he’s slumping against the chaise in a fit of laughter so hard that he can barely breathe, and Marinette’s lying across him and laughing just as hard. By the time Adrien finally manages to catch his breath, hiccupping, his eyes are stinging and blurry and Marinette’s face is buried in his chest, dampening his shirt with her own mirthful tears.

“Okay –” Adrien pants and drops a laugh-leaden arm around Marinette’s waist. “Okay – we need to – we need a plan –”

The reminder that his father is very likely Hawkmoth only slightly pops the atmosphere, but the sheer what-the-fuckery of everything that’s just gone on at least keeps everyone smiling. Wiping her cheeks, which are now stained red, Marinette scrambles backwards away from Adrien and then jumps to her feet and promptly face-plants back into the carpet.

“I’m okay!” she cries, leaping up again and stumbling towards her wardrobe. Alya shoots a mystified look at Adrien as Marinette rummages in her wardrobe, but Adrien’s eyes widen in understanding of what’s going on as soon as she emerges with a ladybug-patterned egg box. Alya and Nino and Kagami don’t seem to have a clue what it is, although to be fair, they’d been brainwashed when they’d seen it, so he’s not expecting them to have any memory of it.

“So, bugaboo, hit us with your incredibly convoluted plan,” Adrien says. Marinette pokes her tongue out at him in response.

“This,” she says and presses the top black spot to cause a cavity to open and show the slots of the main seven Miraculouses, while the other spots open to reveal the zodiacs, “is the Miracle Box. It’s where they’re all kept. And since I’m the Guardian now, I can control who gets which Miraculous without having to go to the Guardian every single time I need one.” She pauses and her face clouds over, so Adrien reaches over to squeeze her knee. Although she’s not the only one mourning the loss of Master Fu, she’s definitely taking it harder than Adrien is, since she knew him better and she’s now got all this responsibility on her shoulders.

“Wait, so that’s where you went every time you had to get help?” Alya leans in, eyes gleaming with her signature curiosity, though she makes sure to still keep scritching Plagg. “So. Cool! Uh, what happened to the other Guardian?”

This time, Marinette’s face is so clouded over that even the other three can pick up on it. Alya’s smile fades and she slumps back in the desk chair and mumbles an apology.

“Every time a Guardian passes on the title, they lose their memories,” Adrien says so that Marinette doesn’t have to answer and address something that’s no doubt been haunting her since that battle. “It’s a failsafe to protect the identities of the other holders and the Miraculous knowledge.”

“That’s bullshit!” Nino bursts out. “C’mon, dude! I get not remembering the identities and Miraculous knowledge and stuff, but all their memories? What the hell?”

“Nino’s right,” Kagami says with a terrifying little scowl on her face. “That seems like a very poor reward for that kind of service.”

“We don’t actually know much about it,” Marinette says. “Maybe there are different levels of memory wipe. Maybe Master Fu only knew about that one, since he wasn’t trained properly. We won’t know until we talk to the Order, which I’ve been meaning to do – but not right now.” Her features settle into the same determination of Ladybug in the middle of an akuma battle. “We’ve got a supervillain or two to catch. And here’s the plan.”

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Castiel x male!OC (Aaron), comfort, fluff, strangers to boyfriends, canon universe, OC’s point of view, Sam and Dean make a guest appearance, soft quiet story, they’re taking it really slow, Destiel is mentioned. w/c 7095

Aaron has been down on his luck and moves to Lebanon to get away from it all. He gets a little job and slowly falls for this blue-eyed man who keeps coming around his job late at night. I would like to thank the ppl who beta’d: @emilyshurley (omg thanks for the title!) @hardcoresupernatural and @deanwanddamons. Thanks for the insight guys! A/N – This fic was written for the wonderful @azamatic. Hope you like it!

The tide was rising. Aaron had been sitting on a bench for some time, looking out to the sea. All he remembered was that the sun was much higher when he’d sat there earlier. He had no idea what time it was. He just felt numb. Everything had gone wrong. Job, flat, friends, loved ones. All of it. He thought, if only just one of those things had fucked up, he could have coped. Just one. But it was too much at once. He shut down. Numbness had become his comfort zone. Every day, he’d found himself wandering aimlessly, often ending up on this bench like tonight, looking at the waves and feeling nothing from feeling too much. The waves coming at regular intervals set a rhythm to his emptiness. Eventually, the cool air blowing in from the sea crept on him. He started shivering. The wind picked up. Now, he was getting too cold. He couldn’t stay here much longer. He took his phone out and opened a maps app. He closed his eyes and fiddled a finger on the screen. He opened his eyes. Lebanon, Kansas. Fine, he thought. He didn’t even bother looking up the town on the Internet. He didn’t care, he just wanted out.

Once in Lebanon, he realized he should have looked up the town first. It was small. It was very… ordinary. He found a cheap motel and booked a week.

The first day, Aaron walked around a bit. It really wasn’t much of a town, but it had everything it needed. There was a “help wanted” sign at the grocery store. He went in. He asked the manager what the job was. It was reshelving goods. He took the job. Then he went back to the motel and booked for the month. The first week went slow, but also in a haze. Reshelving goods, Aaron let himself flow into a meditative state with the repetitive tasks, and days would flow steadily by. One day, Aaron was reshelving canned tomatoes when he heard a low, gravelly voice behind him. “Dean, what brand of ketchup do you like? … OK. I think I have everything now. … Sweet mustard, too. OK. … Yes, Dean, I have the pickles.” Aaron looked at his own hand, already stopped mid-air, holding a can. He had stopped moving, too focused on listening to that voice. He turned around as subtly as possible, to see if the man was as handsome as his voice was. He only caught his profile as the man took a bottle of ketchup and walked away, saying goodbye and pocketing his phone. It wasn’t a lot, but it was enough to know he was good-looking. It took two days before Aaron saw the man again. This time, the man was not alone. He was arguing with another man in the beer section. Something about taking pointless risks. Aaron turned the corner to try and look like he’s got some kind of task to do there and check on the man. The man was huffing, as his friend – boyfriend? – was picking up two 6-packs. The man’s eyes locked on him. Damn. Aaron should want to disappear for getting caught, but the man had such beautiful blue eyes it made Aaron forget to be ashamed of staring. Aaron couldn’t look away. The man squinted a bit, visibly perplexed. Aaron didn’t know what to do. The man looked away and followed his friend to the cashier. The following day, Aaron was cleaning up after close when he heard banging on the door. He shouted, “WE’RE CLOSED”, but the banging became only more insistent. Aaron came out of the aisle to see… him. The blue-eyed man. He seemed a bit in a panic. He knocked again, and shouted, “PLEASE.” Aaron went to the door and spoke through the glass. “We’re closed, man, sorry.” The man spoke back, his eyes imploring. “Look, it’s urgent, I just need a little thing, I’ll pay.” Aaron sighed. He opened the door. The man said “Thank you so much”, and started coming in. Aaron put a hand on his chest. “Wait. You have cash? All the cashiers are turned off and I’m not losing my job over this.” “Of course.” The man produced a $20 bill. Aaron nodded. “Good. Tell me what you want, I’ll get it for you. But you’ll have to wait outside.” “OK. I need sage.” Aaron’s hand was still on the man’s chest. It seemed to refuse to get away. The man’s eyes were so blue. Aaron tried to compose himself. “Fried or dresh?” “What?” Aaron heard in his head what he’d just said. He wished he’d disappeared right here, right now. He forced his hand down. “Sorry. Fresh or dried?” The man looked dumbfounded. “Um. Good question.” “OK, I’ll get both. Anyway, $20 will cover it.” Aaron closed the door. He quickly came back with fresh and dried sage, reopening the door. “There you go.” “Thank you. Thank you so much.” The man gave Aaron the money. Aaron thought about something. He waved the $20. “Hey, if you want your change, gimme your name and come in tomorrow. If I’m not here, I’ll have it in an envelope for you.” “Oh. That’s nice of you. My name is Castiel.” “OK, Castiel. I’m Aaron. Swing by tomorrow for your change.” “OK. Thank you.” “Have a good night!” Castiel nodded and walked away. Castiel came two days later for his change. Aaron stepped outside. “It would be kind of weird if I gave you an envelope with money in the store, you know?” “I understand,” Castiel said, as he shoved the envelope in a pocket of his trench coat. “Thank you. You didn’t have to do that.” Aaron raised an eyebrow. “Give you change on $20 for $5 worth of herbs?” “I appreciate it.” “Hey, that sage seemed very important.” Aaron nodded and smiled. “My pleasure.” Castiel shuffled on his feet. He looked in the distance, fidgeting with the envelope in his pocket. “The change is all there, you know, if you’re too polite to check in front of me.” Castiel’s gaze focused back on Aaron. “No. I trust you. I’m just wondering… How late do you usually work?” Aaron’s heart beat faster. “A good hour after close, sometimes an hour and a half. Why?” “I might need your help again.” Aaron frowned. “What, you actually plan on coming after hours?” Not that he was complaining. “No, but sometimes I might have to.” “Man, you can cook in the daytime, you know.” Why did he have to say that? He did want to see him alone at night! He wanted to put his hand on his chest again! Castiel squinted. “Cook?” Now, Aaron was utterly perplexed. “Yeah? With the stuff you buy at a grocery store?” Castiel’s eyes went to the building behind them. He looked back at Aaron. “In any case, is it something I can count on? Will you help me again?” “Yeah, of course. Just make sure you got cash.” “I will. Thank you.” And thus begun a weird routine. Castiel would come knocking maybe once or twice a week with the need for either one thing or an actual list. It was always some herb or spice. It was really strange how he’d always come after opening hours, but Aaron didn’t dare bring it up – he liked it. Once, Castiel came needing 6 one-pound containers of salt. “Six pounds of salt? Are you sure?” “Yes. Please.” “What are you gonna do with all that salt?” “Use it. We’re all out.” The way Castiel said that like it was the most obvious thing… Aaron just stared at him. “Please, Aaron?” Aaron blinked. “Yeah. OK. Be right back.” Aaron came back with the salt in a bag. “You know, you’re lucky, we were almost out. (That was a lie.) Maybe next time you need something, you can call me so I can make sure we have it?” Castiel looked at Aaron, his gears running. He gave him the money. He took his phone out. “I highly doubt you were almost out of salt, but I agree to taking your phone number.” Aaron stared at Castiel. He saw the corner of Castiel’s mouth lift a bit. He himself smiled nervously. He gave his number and Castiel punched it in. “I’ll contact you before I come for my change,” Castiel said, as he put his phone away. “Yeah, cool.” Castiel smiled and walked away. Aaron didn’t sleep much that night. It took a whole week before Castiel contacted Aaron. It was by text. «Sorry for the delay I was out of town. Is it OK if I come by tonight?» Aaron realized the unknown number was Castiel. His heart jumped a beat. He answered «Yeah sure.» He wanted to write a million other things, but he kept it at that. Aaron was done with cleaning up the store when he heard knocking on the glass door. He practically sauntered to the front. “Hey!” “Hi, Aaron.” “I’m actually done. So lemme grab my stuff and lock up? You can wait for me on the chairs by the side door.” “OK.” Aaron joined Castiel and sat next to him. The night was warm and quiet. “Here’s your change.” “Thanks.” “Haha… feels like I’m paying you for something. You know, like an escort or something.” Castiel looked at Aaron, his brows furrowed. “No. Bad joke. Sorry. Forget it.” Castiel buried the envelope in a pocket of his trench coat. “So how long have you been here?” “What?” “I’ve come to this store for years and never saw you. Plus, your accent isn’t local.” “Oh. Um, about a month and a half?” “Not long. And why did you choose to come… here?” “No reason. I just put my finger on the map.” “Why did you leave the other place then?” “Everything had gone to shit. I was incapable of even breathing. I had to find a way to shake things off.” “Has it worked?” Aaron looked at Castiel, slowly. “There might be a light at the end of the tunnel. We’ll see. Some days it’s still super hard though.” “Makes sense. Six weeks is not a lot of time if everything, like you said, had gone to shit.” “Hm.” Aaron was looking down, picking at something on his knee. After a beat, Castiel asked, “Would you like me to show you around town?” “Like what?” Imbecile. Just say yes. “Like the park on the other side. It’s really nice. It’s got a little lake.” A smile slowly crept up on Aaron’s face. “Yeah, I’d like that.” “OK, text me on your next day off. Hopefully it’ll be a day off for me too.” That was a bit strange, how Castiel’s schedule seemed erratic. But Aaron was tired and he just wanted to be happy looking forward to spending time – daylight time – with Castiel in the park. “Alright. I’ll text you.” Castiel got up. “Great. Good night, then. See you.” “’Night.” Aaron had a day off a couple days later and went to the store early in the morning to wait for Castiel. Castiel came over with some old beige car to pick him up. That ride was not sweet. Aaron opened the door and got in. “Nice car.” Castiel sighed. “No, it’s not. But it’s mine, so I can take it whenever I want.” Aaron thought that was a weird thing to say. He let it slide. “It’s comfortable, though. And quite roomy.” “Thanks. Although I am not responsible for the comfort nor the room.” “You did choose this car, didn’t you?” “Barely. I needed a car, this one was available, and in my price range.” “Just take the compliment, man.” Castiel smiled a little. “OK. Thank you.” They rode silently through town. Aaron didn’t know what to say, so he let his mind wander, looking at the scenery pass by. He liked being driven around, it was nice. Castiel was a smooth driver. He also seemed perfectly at ease with the silence. Aaron could picture them going on car rides and picnics. Suddenly, it occurred to Aaron he didn’t know if Castiel was even interested in men. He thought about it… all the late night meetups… and if a buddy wanted to show another buddy around town… No, he wouldn’t have taken him to a park, early in the morning, when there’s next to no one around. That’s too… romantic. And it doesn’t show anything around the actual town. Aaron concluded Castiel might be interested in him… differently. That was good news. Or, he was a murderer. Shit. Nobody would know. Castiel always came after hours… there was no trace of him. This was a good plan for murder. Fuck. While Aaron was spiraling with murder scenarios, they’d reached their destination. Castiel parked and turned off the car. He turned to Aaron. “Are you OK?” “Yeah. Why?” “You seem stressed.” “I’m good.” Aaron looked at Castiel, who seemed genuinely concerned. “Look, if you don’t want to do this, I’ll drive you back. It’s not a problem.” Suddenly, the murder thing seemed so stupid. Aaron relaxed. “No. Let’s walk around a bit.” Castiel had the most beautiful little smile. “Good. Let’s do that.” They got out of the car. Castiel got a bag from the trunk. “What’s that?”, Aaron asked. “Rice.” Aaron looked at Castiel, waiting for some explanation. Unfortunately, Castiel seemed to think that was the whole answer. They took a path that went into the woods. Castiel asked Aaron about his job, and listened to Aaron rambling and ranting as if it were the most interesting thing he’d ever heard. Castiel pressed for details and anecdotes. He hummed in places and sometimes expressed surprise. “You know, Aaron, it seems to me that job isn’t you. You have what it takes to do things that engage you more than reshelving.” “Yeah. It’s just while I get back on my feet. I whine about my job, but it keeps my mind off the rest. It’s actually not a bad thing.” “I see.” Aaron looked at Castiel, smiling softly. “Hey mate, thanks for listening. It means a lot.” “My pleasure. I love listening to you. I love listening to your stories.” Aaron only smiled. Castiel smiled back. They finally reached the end of the forest path and walked out into a field surrounding a small lake. Aaron stopped. “Wow. This is beautiful.” “I love this place. There’s always flowers in bloom, so there’s always insects going around, bees, and butterflies. Dean liked to fish in the lake, but I’d rather leave the fish alone and feed the ducks instead.” Castiel turned and smiled at Aaron as he proceeded towards a bench. Aaron followed. “Dean? Who’s Dean?” “Oh, he’s my friend. I live with him.” “You got a place with your friend?” Aaron thought Castiel was a bit old for that. Surely, he meant his boyfriend. “No, I live at his place. I don’t have a home.” “You do have a home if you live there.” “Uh, I guess I do. Never thought of it that way.” Aaron stopped and waited for Castiel to stop and turn around. “Castiel, you are a strange man.” “Yeah, people say that. Is it… I don’t know… bad?” “No, not at all. It’s just disorienting.” “I’m sorry.” “It’s OK. I’ll figure it out.” Castiel smiled and kept walking towards the bench. Aaron resumed his walk as well, catching up to Castiel. “So, this Dean, is it the guy I saw you with at the store? Good looking but grumpy? Likes beer?” Castiel chuckled. “That is a good description of him.” “I thought he was your boyfriend.” “Really? Why?” “I don’t know. You seemed very… familiar with each other. The bickering maybe.” “We’ve known each other quite a while. We’ve been through a lot together. I can’t say I never thought about us being together, but too much happened and the timing was never right. Time passed, and now our relationship is a friendship. A very important one, but a friendship.” Aaron was relieved but still a bit puzzled. “OK. So it’s you and Dean sharing a flat.” “No, it’s me, Dean, and Sam, his brother, sharing a bunker.” “A bunker?” “Yes. They inherited a pre-war era bunker, complete with all the amenities you might need.” “That is weird. And so cool.” “And practical. It’s very secure.” Man, that Castiel was strange. Who needs a place that checks the ‘very secure’ box? At any rate, Aaron knew it was true. Castiel had this way of talking, you just knew it was all true. All strange, but all true. Aaron sat beside Castiel as they reached the bench. “I bet it is. It’s a bunker. Secure is the primary function of a bunker.” “Dean doesn’t like to have people over. But if you want, I can ask him, and maybe you can come and I can show you. Would you like that?” “I actually would. It must be fascinating.” “I suppose. I’m used to it.” Castiel opened his bag. He took out a big container and opened it. It was indeed filled with rice. Cooked rice. Aaron didn’t bother ask him what that was for, he just watched. He hoped it wasn’t their picnic – not only was it the weirdest picnic, but Castiel didn’t seem to have forks or spoons. Castiel looked around – at what, Aaron didn’t know – and he threw a handful of rice in the lake. Aaron just waited, looking around, wondering what that would accomplish. Soon enough, some ducks came around. “Ah! I knew they’d see me throw the rice.” “You feed rice to the ducks? Why not bread like everyone?” “Bread isn’t good for ducks. Rice is OK.” Yep. Another Castiel Fact™. Aaron was starting to find this endearing. He caught himself smiling at Castiel, at the rice being thrown, at the ducks quacking happily as they chased around for the rice. Castiel looked at Aaron. “Would you like to see them closer?” “OK.” Castiel threw some rice on land, getting the ducks to come out of the water for it. He threw some more a bit closer. A bit closer again, until the ducks were just out of reach. “They’re really not afraid of us.” “They know me. I come here often. They know I mean them no harm.” He threw the last of the rice, closed the container and his bag, and sat back. Aaron slumped on the bench and looked around. He breathed in and out slowly. After a moment, he said, while looking at the ducks retreating to the lake, “Thanks, Castiel, for this. I haven’t felt this relaxed in so long. I needed this.” Castiel was looking at the ducks as well. “I thought you might.” “Thanks mate.” Castiel turned to Aaron. “My pleasure.” Aaron and Castiel got lost in each other’s eyes. Aaron broke the moment. “Do you think we should head back?” “If you want to.” “I think I’m gonna get peckish soon, so might as well.” “I’m sorry. If I’d known, I’d have kept some rice for you.” Aaron let out a genuine laugh. “Castiel, you are too kind. And funny.” Castiel seemed a bit perplexed, yet amused. “OK.” Aaron got up. “Shall we?” Castiel smiled and got up. “We shall.” The walk back through the woods was quiet. A mention was made that nature smelled good, but mostly they shared the walk in silence. Aaron offered to carry Castiel’s bag, pointing out that he knew it was not very chivalrous now that it was empty, getting a smile and a thanks from Castiel, and a bag to carry. The ride back was also spent in silence, with Aaron looking at Castiel’s hands on the wheel, and Castiel stealing glances at Aaron from time to time, smiling softly. Nearing their destination, Aaron asked, “Hey, do you want to grab a bite with me?” Castiel seemed caught short. “Um, I think I have to head back actually. We were on hold for a job, and maybe we’ll have to start working on it this afternoon.” “Oh.” “Sorry.” “It’s OK.” “Some other time?”, Castiel offered. “I sure hope so.” “I would love to.” They smiled at each other. Castiel took to the main street. “Do I drop you off at your place or the store?” “The store. It’s closer. And I have to pick up some food anyway.” “OK.” Aaron got out of the car and leaned into the window. “Thank you Castiel for the lovely morning.” “And I thank you. You’re very pleasant company. I’d really love to spend time with you again.” “I would love it too. You seem pretty busy, so just keep me posted, OK?” “I will. Although, I might see you again sooner for my errands.” Aaron smiled wide. “I’ll be happy to help.” Aaron got a few things from the store and walked to his motel. Since he hadn’t had a day off in a long while – his choice, he wanted to keep himself busy – the leisure time was more than welcome. He opened the widow for some fresh air, threw the grapes in the freezer for later, and got comfortable on the bed flipping through channels as he snacked on Pringles and M&Ms. Soon he’d found a movie that caught his attention and he settled for an afternoon of TV and junk food… and thinking about Castiel so much he missed a lot of the movie daydreaming. He even found himself lying on his back, looking at the ceiling, thinking of all the little moments he could have kissed Castiel. Maybe it was a bit too soon, but he couldn’t help it. There was that moment on the bench, and then in the woods, and maybe in the car… He could have held hands, at least. But in the end, it was just perfect. Castiel was nice, and kind, and strange but funny, and sweet, and so intense when he looked at him, like all his attention is focused on this one moment in time, with him. Castiel was the best. Aaron hoped he’d see him again really soon. He dozed off, smiling. When Aaron woke up, dusk was slipping into night. And the room next door was very noisy. There was commotion, and voices arguing. Aaron rubbed his eyes. He’d really have to look for an actual apartment soon. Then there was a gunshot next door. Aaron jumped so much he almost fell off the bed. What the hell? He heard the voices next door argue loud enough he could make out what they were saying. “Fuck Dean! Why did you shoot?” Would that be the Dean…? “She was about to gank you! You wanted me to just watch?” “No! I had it! Now people are gonna call the police! Nice work!” “What do we do now?” Was that… Castiel’s voice? “We have to get out of here fast. Bring the body.” That was Dean. “Dammit Dean, there’s blood everywhere.” That was the other guy. Probably his brother. “Chopping her head off would have been worse, wouldn’t it? Come on, Cas, help me roll her in the sheets. Quick!” Aaron heard some commotion and more arguing that he couldn’t make out. He couldn’t believe it. Did Dean and his brother and Castiel just kill a woman next door? No. Fuck. What the hell did he get into? He got up and peeked between the curtains to see if there would be three men and a body coming out of the room. Sure enough, he saw a very tall man – who would be the brother – look quickly over the parking lot and gesture to the others in the room. And Dean and Castiel got out with what did look like a body wrapped in sheets. Aaron gasped. Castiel snapped his head in his direction. Aaron saw he recognized him. Dean saw Castiel notice something and snapped around. “Shit.” “It’s OK, Dean. I know him. I’ll talk to him. You guys go – here Sam, grab this end – I’ll join you later.” Sam grabbed Castiel’s end of the body. “You sure, Cas?” “Yes. Go.” Sam and Dean hurried away with the body. Castiel stood in front of Aaron’s door. “Can I come in?” “Do you have a gun?” “No.” “I’m gonna pat you down anyway.” Aaron opened the door. Castiel lifted his arms and let Aaron pat him down. He let his arms down. “Come on, Aaron, I can explain. But not outside.” Aaron let Castiel in. Castiel closed the curtains – and the window – and sat at the table as Aaron turned on a lamp on the nightstand, sitting on the bed, considering it was a safe distance. Maybe. “OK. So. The woman next door…” Aaron cut him. “Are you a contract killer? Cause that would explain a lot.” Castiel looked offended. “What? No, of course not!” They held each other’s gaze, both perplexed for different reasons. Aaron said, “OK then. Continue.” Castiel explained the best he could that monsters exist, and that the woman next door was a vampire trying to pass for a human. Castiel answered the best he could every question Aaron had – he had a lot, but mostly he looked at Castiel his mouth opened, eyes wide. In the end, Castiel said, “Would you like to see? Sometimes it helps to understand. By now, Sam and Dean must be almost done digging the grave, I’ll give them a call to wait for us so you can see the corpse and see she was not human. Would you want that?” Aaron agreed. He didn’t know why. He just… he did. Castiel was calm, and, as usual, his manner of speech was very matter-of-factly. Aaron knew he was telling the truth. It's just that the truth was too much. They took a taxi to the bunker, and then Castiel’s car to the secluded place where Sam and Dean got rid of corpses. Official introductions were made, and Castiel jumped down in the grave with a flashlight to reveal the teeth of the vampire. Aaron nodded but said nothing. Sam and Dean were keeping an eye on him. Aaron knew it was to make sure he didn’t flip out, or to help him if he did. They seemed way too used to this kind of setting. They were too calm. It was a lot to take in. After burning the corpse and filling the grave, they headed back to the bunker, Aaron agreeing to join them to talk some more and have more of his questions answered. The Winchesters knew all too well that this kind of news would shake him hard. After a few beers sitting in the kitchen and answering Aaron’s questions, the conversation had turned to anecdotes, some even funny. Aaron listened as Dean or Sam started with “Oh, oh, do you remember the time when…” and they’d laugh at some monster’s expense or their brother’s clumsiness. Finally, Sam got up. “I’m gonna turn in. It was nice meeting you, Aaron. I hope you’re not too freaked out.” “I think I’ll be OK. It helps to know there are people like you who deal with this kind of thing. So, um… Thanks.” Sam nodded. “No problem.” Dean got up. “I’m gonna turn in too. You take care, OK?” He shook Aaron’s hand, who nodded. Dean waved goodnight to Castiel and left, following Sam. “Do you want me to drive you home? Or you can stay and have another beer, too. You can even sleep here, there’s extra rooms.” Aaron looked at his empty bottle. “No. It’s been a long day. I need to process all of this. I’ll take the drive home, please.” In the car, Aaron was so exhausted the rumble almost put him to sleep. Almost. “Castiel…” “Yes?” “I just realized, I’m not gonna be able to sleep. There was a vampire next door… How can I sleep knowing what I know now?” “I understand. You will be OK. I have everything here to ward your room against monsters.” “You can do that?” “Yes. Much like the signs on the walls in the bunker ward against pretty much everything.” “That’s a lot of signs.” “You don’t need that many.” “Are you sure?” “Yes.” Again, a Castiel Fact™. Aaron smiled. “Why are you smiling?” “You have this way of saying things, I know they’re true.” “I always tell the truth.” “I see that. It’s reassuring.” Castiel smiled and glanced at Aaron. “I’m glad you’re reassured.” Aaron sat on the bed, watching Castiel draw things on the walls. “There goes my deposit.” “They’re washable.” “I need an actual apartment.” “It would be a good idea.” Aaron watched as Castiel said some spells and sprinkled some herbs and salt along the windows and the door. “I see why you were always around for herbs and salt, now.” Castiel threw away the empty salt container. “And I’ll be back soon enough to buy more.” Aaron cocked his head. “Castiel, I was wondering… why do you always come after close?” Castiel put away the rest of his material and sat on the bed next to Aaron. “The first time, it really was bad timing. We needed something for a spell and were fresh out. It was very stressful, and I am very grateful you helped me.” Aaron bumped his shoulder against Castiel’s. “Me too.” Castiel smiled softly. “The other times, it was on purpose, to see you.” “Really?” “When you put your hand on my chest to stop me from coming in, I… felt something. I wanted to investigate.” “You didn’t know what you felt?” “Not exactly.” “How can you not know?” Castiel looked down. “Because I’m not used to emotions like this.” “Like what?” “Like… human emotions.” Aaron stood up and backed away. “What do you mean, human emotions?” “There’s one thing we didn’t tell you, but I need to be honest with you.” Aaron’s back was against the wall. “Yes?” “I’m an angel.” Aaron’s jaw dropped open. He knees gave out, he had to hold onto a chair and sit in it. “Come again?” “An angel.” “With wings and a halo and… and…” “No. I don’t have a halo. And I don’t have my wings anymore. But I am still an angel.” “Do you have special powers?” “I am stronger than humans. I have my grace. I can heal you. Do you have an injury?” “Um, my back and my knees hurt from walking all day at the job. Oh and I have a scar here.” He lifted a pants leg. Castiel kneeled in front of Aaron. He put his hand close to his leg and a blue glow appeared in the gap. Aaron said, “Oh, it’s actually warm.” “Yes. I run warm.” He took his hand away. “Have a look.” Aaron bent down. His old, gnarly scar was gone. “I did your back and your knees, too.” Aaron got up, moved his torso and bent his knees. “Oh wow. I’m as good as new! Thanks!” “You’re welcome.” “That’s really cool.” “Thank you.” Castiel looked at Aaron walking around goofily, a smile on his face. He added, “And the other differences are that I don’t sleep and I don’t eat. My grace sustains me.” “Oh. Does it get lonely when everyone sleeps?” “No. I was posted on Earth for millennia, just watching Creation unfold and evolve. A few hours are nothing.” “Wait. That means… God exists?” “Yes, but we’re not getting into that. Some other time. You need sleep.” “I’m kind of wired up again.” “You’ll sleep like lumber soon enough. Trust me.” “What? Like… You mean like a log?” “Yeah. That doesn’t make more sense, but yeah.” Aaron sat on the bed. “OK. Well, thanks for the warding and the funny smelling stuff you put all over the place.” “You’re welcome. And just to help you feel secure, I’ll spend the night in the car in the parking lot, keeping an eye out. I’ll watch over you.” “Can’t believe I’ll have an actual angel watching over me. Thanks, Castiel.” “Goodnight Aaron.” “Goodnight.” That week, Castiel kept in touch, wanting to know Aaron’s work schedule. Castiel would show up every night, and they’d spend some time sitting on the chairs by the side door, talking. It was Castiel’s turn to talk about himself and Aaron was fascinated by the stories of angels and demons and celestial wars. Aaron had one pressing question. “Where do you think my soul will go?” “Did you sell it to a demon?” Aaron gestured to the store and chuckled. “Come on, Cas. Obviously not.” “Then you’re going to heaven.” Aaron looked Castiel in the eyes. “I might already be there.” Castiel smiled. Romantically, Castiel didn’t seem to be in a hurry. Aaron was pretty sure Castiel had ‘human emotions’ for him, and he knew he had very human emotions for Castiel. But taking things slow was nice. Castiel didn’t seem to need kisses, hugs, or even sex to be happy spending time together. And it was OK with Aaron. Being with Castiel was like being home at last, more and more each time. They’d gone to the park again, and Aaron, having read up on wild flowers and plants precisely for these occasions, had pointed out a few that might be of use to Castiel and his friends. “Plus, they’re free, always fresh, and this place is open 24/7. So that’s a nice perk.” Castiel was very interested in this new knowledge. He had also asked Aaron what his favourite flowers were. And Aaron had sometimes found a small bouquet by his door in the morning, clearly picked for him. One night, during one of their chats after Aaron’s shift, Castiel asked, out of nowhere, “What do you like to eat?” “Why?” “We could go on an actual date, like normal people do.” “You don’t even eat. Well you said you don’t.” “No. I don’t. I can, though. But besides a very few things, food is not enjoyable.” “Why go out to eat, then?” “Why not?” “I would hope you’d order something. Eating alone with you watching is weird.” “I thought you liked weird.” “I like you. Your weirdness. But not that kind of weird.” “It’s fair. I’ll order something.” A few days later, Castiel and Aaron were seated in a pub. Aaron ordered a plate of nachos with a beer and Castiel a black coffee. The food and drinks came, and Aaron said, attacking the nachos, “See, like this, it doesn’t look like you’re not eating. I look like a fucking pig, cause look at that plate, but I’m OK with that.” Aaron chuckled as he shoved a fully loaded nacho in his mouth. Castiel watched Aaron eat, smiling, sipping his coffee. “Maybe I should try one.” “They’re SO GOOD. Go nuts.” Castiel took one broken nacho and bit off a tiny corner. He squinted as he evaluated the sensations in his mouth. Aaron was watching expectantly, fixated on Castiel’s lips moving ever so slightly. Castiel swallowed. “Not too bad. Corn, salt, oil. Simple, efficient.” He didn’t take another one. “You didn’t have any toppings!” “They’re overwhelming. I’ll stick to my coffee.” “Your loss.” A loud group entered the pub. They were laughing and talking over each other. Castiel turned around to see. “Seems like it’s someone’s birthday.” He turned back to Aaron, who was frowning. “What’s wrong?” “Eh. I don’t like those things.” “Birthdays?” “Pretty much. Big gatherings, being the centre of attention, and even worse when the staff comes to sing happy birthday. Hell no.” “I thought everyone liked birthdays.” “No, I’m not big on crowds and noise and that sort of stuff. Especially just for existing long enough to have gone a full revolution around the sun. I don’t know. Seems trivial.” “Oh, OK. Do you want to leave?” “No, no. It’s their party. It’s fine. And those nachos are too good to leave anyway.” Castiel had left for the following two weeks. They’d kept in touch via text. Castiel liked emojis a lot. Aaron explained what the eggplant and the peach meant. Castiel preferred sending hearts of every colour, flowers, and animals. He also liked the rainbow. He always used the little waving hand for hellos and goodbyes. When Castiel got back, he went to see Aaron as usual at the store after his shift. The summer air was warm. Aaron came to join Castiel at the chairs. He sat. He looked at Castiel. “Cas. Can I hug you?” “Of course.” Aaron almost lunged into Castiel, holding him tight. Castiel cradled Aaron’s head against his shoulder. “Are you OK?” Aaron’s voice came muffled from Castiel’s trench coat. “I missed you.” “I missed you too. I’m here now.” Aaron backed a little but only to rest his forehead against Castiel’s. “I’m sorry. It’s been a hard week.” “Do you want to talk about it?” “No. Same old stuff. Got a call from back home, it stirred some shit I didn’t want to think about.” “I’m sorry.” Aaron let his hands trail down Castiel’s arms and held his hands. He straightened up and looked into his eyes, so blue in spite of the darkness. “It’s alright. I’m glad you’re back.” “Me too.” Castiel rubbed his thumbs against Aaron’s fingers. Aaron couldn’t resist the moment. “Cas, can I kiss you?” Castiel smirked. “Yes, you can.” Aaron leaned in slowly, and kissed Castiel, just once. His lips were so soft. Aaron was waiting for his heart to calm down a bit when he felt Castiel’s lips on his. Aaron forgot how to breathe. When Aaron opened his eyes again, Castiel was looking at him softly. “Hey, would you like to go out for a burger?” Well, that snapped Aaron back to reality. “What? Now? You eat burgers?” “No, but Dean does, and he swears by this little place downtown. I thought, we might explore the city properly. What do you say?” “Like, we go right now?” “No, but what about tomorrow night? Do you mind if Sam and Dean come? They know I’m with you all the time, they’d like to get to know you.” “I’d like that too. Tomorrow night’s good.” “I’ll pick you up after your shift.” “You spoil me rotten.” “No, you seem fine.” Castiel was so literal. Aaron found it so cute. Aaron smiled and cuddled close to Castiel, holding his hand, resting his head on his shoulder. “I love you.” Castiel held Aaron’s hand tighter and rested his head on Aaron’s. “I love you too.” He stroke Aaron’s hand with his thumb. “And you’re not rotten.” Aaron chuckled softly. Tomorrow came, and Castiel showed up as promised. They stopped by Aaron’s place for him to change and headed downtown. When they entered the burger joint, Sam and Dean cheered their beers at them, Dean pointing to the shared plate of nachos already on the table. Castiel and Aaron ordered something to drink, and Aaron helped Sam and Dean with the nachos. Dean lifted his beer. “I’d like to propose a toast.” Everyone raised their glass. Castiel raised his coffee. “To friendship… and love.” Everyone laughed and took a sip. Aaron and Castiel couldn’t help but look at each other, smiling. Castiel lifted his coffee. “I’d like to make a toast too.” Everyone turned to Castiel, lifting their drinks. “Aaron, I hope you had a nice revolution around the sun and I wish you the best next revolution.” Dean scrunched his nose. “What?” Aaron spoke, looking into Castiel’s eyes. “He means happy birthday.” Sam and Dean cheered their beers. “Happy birthday!” Aaron turned to the brothers. “Thank you!” He turned to Castiel. “This is a great idea.” Castiel tugged at Aaron’s hand a little. “It is?” Aaron smiled at Castiel. “It’s perfect. Thank you.” The evening was actually fun, the burgers out of this world, the fries insanely good, Dean too proud of his favourite burger spot. Aaron and Castiel had sat close, so their knees would touch the whole time. It was so silly, but every time one rubbed his knee against the other’s, they’d look at each other and smile. Time for dessert came, but everybody was stuffed – even Dean. They called for another round of beer. By then, Aaron and Castiel were holding hands under the table. Castiel drove Aaron home and walked him to his door. “I’ll watch over you. You sleep tight.” “Castiel, would you stay the night? Is it too bold to ask?” “It’s not too bold. But I’m an angel, I don’t need sleep.” “Can you watch over me from here instead of the parking lot? I’d love to have you closer to me.” “I can do that. I can also keep you warm.” “I would like that.” They stepped into the room and closed the door. Castiel stood close to Aaron. “Before you go to sleep, I have something for you.” Castiel took a book out of his coat. It wasn’t wrapped. He handed it to Aaron. “It’s a reliable reference book on plants and their uses against monsters, demons, witches… everything.” “Oh wow.” The book was old, leather bound, and beautifully engraved. “That way, you can teach me things when we go to the park.” “If this keeps up, I might even be able to help Sam and Dean. And you.” “Only if you want.” Aaron flipped slowly through the book, looking at the elaborate lettering, the drawings, the explanations. He finally looked up to Castiel. “I love it. Thank you.” He put the book on the table and pulled Castiel in a hug. “I’m so happy with you.” “I’m happy with you too.” Castiel and Aaron stripped down to their underwear and slipped into bed. Castiel settled against Aaron under the covers and wrapped his arms around him, holding him close. “You can sleep now.” Aaron chuckled. “It might take a moment.” “Take all the time you need, then. I’m not going anywhere.” Aaron brought Castiel’s hand to his lips and kissed him. “Cas?” “Yes.” “How did you know it was my birthday today?” Castiel nuzzled against Aaron’s shoulder. “When I healed you, we connected through my grace. I saw your soul. I know when it was born.” “You saw my soul?” “Yes. And it’s beautiful and strong, and so bright. You have a wonderful soul.” He held Aaron tighter. “I want to protect it til the end of time.” Aaron was quiet for a moment. “Aaron, are you OK?” “Yes, Cas. I just love you so much.” Castiel kissed the nape of Aaron’s neck. “I love you too.”

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The Grass Is Always Greener

Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader, Dean Word Count: 7,358 Warnings: Alcohol, weed, language, cracky goodness, so much smut. Just...just filth. Like a pinch of plot towards the end, but it’s like...guys, it’s just...you shouldn’t read it if you’re under 18. Hell, you maybe shouldn’t read it if you’re over 18. I mean, for me, anyway. It could be worse. But it’s all over the place, and there’s just a lot of it. So....here you go. A/N: This was written for @squirrel-moose-winchester‘s Supernatural Crack Attack Challenge. I’m gonna apologize ahead of time that there is more smut than crack, but it just...it just happened. I think I blacked out for part of it. Anyway, hopefully the cracky-ness is cracky enough!

Also, I had this amazing anonymous request: Prompty things challenge for you!! Scenario: Sam and Dean. Drinking (heavily) in the bunker. Sam pulls out weed. What do they do next? Also please include somehow, tank tops, honey, bad tv movies, whiskey, potato salad, giggling, toast, fuzzy slippers, silk, chores, falling,sleeping, and pie. :) Have fun with that!! So, scattered throughout this fic, is every single one of these things. I’m sorry if you weren’t expecting a ton of porn to go with it, but I hope, if you read this, you laugh as much as I did when I was trying to figure out how to get them all in there.

This was beta’d by my beautiful twinny @pinknerdpanda and my sweet, sweet @amanda-teaches, who also helped me name this crazy thing. This was a doozy to write, and you guys helped so much. I can’t tell you how much I’ve appreciated it, especially while I was sick and had the fever brain.

“Shhh!”

“You shhhh! You're gonna wake her up!”

“I'm not the one theater whispering as if it's actually how real people whisper.”

I roll over, the urgent whispers outside my door waking me from the light sleep I'd managed to finally fall into.

“What do you call what you're doing? Listen, we jus’ gotta sneak in there, I'll grab it, and...and she’ll never even know.”

“W-w-what? Of course she's gonna notice!”

“Dean...listen...she's not gonna smoke it. She jus’ took it from that kid to scare him when we were interrogating him the other day, she’ll never even notice.”

“Dude, are you trying to make up for that time you smoked oregano? Ya don't have anythin’ to prove, man. Le’s just go drink some more.”

“Are you scared of Y/N? Is that it? ‘Cause I think you are.”

“S’bullshit! I ain't scared of shit.”

My door opens enough to let in a sliver of light, and I squint against the brightness. Two shadowy figures fill the doorway, jamming together as they both try to walk in at the same time.

“Can you get out of my way?”

“I was going first, you move!”

“Oh my God, you're actually the worst.”

A few mumbled curses later, Sam’s large form pops through the doorway, nearly colliding with the foot of my bed.

“Where are we even supposed to look, Sam? It could be anywhere in here.”

“I know exactly where to look.” He moves over to my dresser and pulls open the top drawer. His shoulders hunch when it squeals along the track, and I have to bite my lip to keep from giggling at the face I know he is making.

“How d’you know it's in there? You jus’ wanna go through her underwear drawer.”

“This is where she keeps secrets, Dean. And I know because I know things. I drink and I know things.”

“Okay, Tyrion, you don't even drink enough to say that. How d’you know where she keeps her secrets?”

“Tha’s my secret.”

I hear him rummaging around, the light on his phone on but not pointed at any specific place as he shifts things in the drawer, and I consider interrupting him, until I hear him gasp.

“Did you find it?” Dean’s whisper has become less of a whisper and more like a normal speaking voice.

“Umm, no, not yet. Just...gimme a minute.” I hear whatever is in his hand hit the wooden bottom of the drawer, and then the sudden violent vibrating of plastic as it reverberates through the room. “Oh, fuck.”

“What the hell, man? Turn it off!”

“I don’t know how I turned it on! Shit!”

I can’t hold it in anymore, and laugh.

“AH!” Sam screeches, and his phone flies out of his hand and nearly hits Dean in the face. “How long have you been awake?!”

I sit up and rub my eyes, blinking as Dean flips on the light, “Long enough to know you're both idiots.” I shift so my legs hang over the side of the bed, groping for my fuzzy slippers with my feet. I sigh contentedly when they slip into the soft, fuzzy material, then stand and shuffle sleepily to my dresser. Sam snorts and I give him a not so scathing glare. “What?”

“Those slippers are ridiculous.”

“You're ridiculous. And also a liar,” I accuse as I reach into my drawer and switch off the offending noise maker, “because I know you know how to turn this off.” Sam’s jaw drops and Dean looks at him with a mixture of curiosity and offense.

“What's she mean by that?”

“S’nothing, she's just...she's just playing around.” He gives a nervous laugh and I grin.

“Oh, playing around is one way you could put it.” I wink at Sam and Dean’s nose scrunches.

“I don't like what's happening.”

“You don’t have to. Now, both of you take your drunk asses back to the living room, and pour me a glass of whiskey so I can catch up to you two assholes. Go. Now.” The two of them shuffle out of the room, and I dig around in my dresser for a tank top and shorts. I grab the contraband Sam was looking for and walk down the hall and into the living room, where Sam and Dean are talking in hushed whispers.

“What are you guys whispering about?”

Dean looks up, a glint in his eyes, “We were just wondering how often you slept with no pants on.”

“At least one of you should know that answer.”

Dean gapes at Sam again, “Seriously, dude, what is she talking about?”

I grab the glass of whiskey they had obediently poured for me and throw it back, grimacing at the burn, “If you can’t figure it out by now, sweetheart, you don’t need to worry about it. Now, let’s get me caught up so we can get to what you were looking for.”

“Y/N...I don’t think that’s how you make potato salad…”

I turn around and point the wooden spoon at Sam, flinging bits of potato in his direction. He flinches and wipes a piece of rogue tuber from his cheek. “My grandmother taught me this recipe, and it has been passed down for generations.”

“One...I don’t think potato salad has existed for generations, and two, I’m pretty positive no recipe includes honey.” I look back at the bowl and frown, then back at Sam.

“I don’t have any mayonnaise. Honey’s the next best thing.”

“That sounds wrong.”

I shrug, then give another squirt of honey in the bowl, “Sweet potato salad.” I snort and Sam rolls his eyes.

“That's not how that works!”

“Not how what works?” I turn to see Dean sauntering into the kitchen, one of the joints I had taken from the kid balanced loosely between his thumb and pointer finger.

“She doesn't have mayonnaise so she used honey instead.”

“Ha! Sweet potato salad!” I giggle and he takes a drag, breathing out slowly, sending a cloud of smoke directly into Sam’s face, “If you were higher, you'd appreciate our jokes more.”

“I don't think there's enough weed in this world to make me think your jokes are funny.”

“That’s harsh, Sammy. Here, have some more. Clearly, you have not imbibed enough.” Sam snatches it from Dean and wanders off, smoke billowing behind him. “Don’t smoke all of it, Jesus!”

“It’s alright, we’ve got more.” I go back to stirring the potato salad, reaching for the paprika.

I feel him walk up behind me, barely grazing my back as he leans over to see what I’m doing. “What was that earlier?”

“What was what?”

“You know, with Sam. The whole ‘you should know how to turn off a vibrator’ thing?”

I snort again, popping a potato into my mouth, “I think you know perfectly well what that was.”

He grabs my elbow and spins me around, “Yea, but what was that?”

I lick honey from my thumb as I look up at him, “Nothing. Sometimes I like to blow off steam.”

He groans quietly, pushing me against the counter, “You can’t say things like that when you’re licking honey off your fingers.”

“I can say whatever I want whenever I'm licking honey off anything I want,” I say with a wink. I lean closer, standing on my tiptoes so that my lips are almost grazing his. “You know what I think?”

“What?” he whispers, his hand resting gently on my lower back.

“You're jealous.”

“Jealous? Why would I be jealous?” he scoffs.

I turn back to the bowl of potato salad and grab some bowls and forks, “Omaha. Silk restraints. Magic fingers.” I look over my shoulder to find his normally tan face a bright shade of red. “One time deal, you said it yourself. ‘It'll be too weird, we were drunk.’ Do you remember saying that?”

“Well, yea-”

“Exactly. Sam and I have a casual, no strings attached arrangement. He doesn't think it's weird.”

“I'd bet he doesn't think it's casual and no strings attached.”

I roll my eyes and turn around, shoving the bowl at him, “Maybe not! But he doesn't think it's weird. And what we do is no stranger than you wearing my underwear and having me tie you up with silk ties.” He stares at me, his mouth open but silent. “I'm not high enough for this conversation. Can we please just go eat sweet potato salad and watch bad, made for TV movies?”

He nods, “Yea, sure.” He turns and walks out of the kitchen without another word.

I need more whiskey.

“What the hell did we just watch?”

“I think it was Sharknado 5.”

Dean tilts his head to look at Sam and I on the couch, “I hate both of you.”

“You didn't have to stay in here, you know.” I can feel Sam shift uncomfortably next to me and stifle a giggle. He frowns, knowing that I am taking great pleasure in teasing him.

“Yea, well, you seemed pretty sure we should all watch this movie.”

I shrug, “I thought you would enjoy it more. I mean, aren't you a fan of whatserface?”

“The blonde chick with the robot arm? Oh, hell no. Tara Reid lost her appeal after the first American Pie movie. Nope, gross. Although I will say, the Hoff being able to function after that cheeseburger video is pretty impressive.”

I let my hand creep up Sam’s leg and stop at his thigh. He clears his throat, “Well, I think it's time to, uh, go to bed.” He shifts, but stays seated, his obvious need to be somewhere else thwarted by his even more obvious reason as to why.

“Yea,” I agree, my hand slipping even further, gently palming him through his jeans, “it's time we go to bed I think.” I grab the whiskey bottle with my unoccupied hand and relinquish my hold on Sam as I stand up. “One for the road?”

Dean stands up and stretches, his shirt pulling up to show off a little span of tan skin and fine hair trailing from his belly button to just under the edge of his jeans. I can feel the heat crawling up my cheeks as I stare, and he chuckles.

“You done?”

I clear my throat, “Quite.” I hold out the bottle to him and he shakes his head.

“Nah, I think I'm gonna cut myself off this time. You okay to get to bed?”

I nod, “Yea, yea, I'm good. I am gooood.”

He smiles and shakes his head, “Alright. G’night, guys.” He stumbles away, turning the corner and disappearing into the dark hallway.

“You are the worst.” I look over to see Sam stand up, the reason for his discomfort obvious as I stare at his bulge. I take a giant swig of whiskey, and sway a little as I look up at him.

“Whatever do you mean?”

“I dunno, fondling me and then immediately checking out my brother is on the list, I think.” He steps closer, towering over me as he tries not to smile.

“You aren't mad?”

“Nah, I guess not. You aren't my girl, anyway.”

“I’m...I’m not?”

“I heard you talking to Dean. Just a casual way to blow off steam?”

I duck my head, “I...you...I'm sorry…”

He tucks his knuckle under my chin and forces me to look up at him, “I didn't say anything to tell you otherwise. No need to be sorry.” He drops his hand and it lands on my hip, his thumb rubbing the exposed skin between my tank top and the elastic band of my shorts. “You can do whatever you want, I just hope I'm allowed to be in on it every once in awhile.”

“Can we do whatever I want right now?”

Instead of answering, he dips down, his lips crushing mine as he pulls me into him. I can feel the heat radiating off of him, and he practically crushes me in his arms. His tongue traces the crease of my lips, gently parting them so that we can explore each other. This isn't the first time this has happened, but something seems different. It's more desperate, like there's something more to lose if we go through with it this time.

“Sam…” his lips move down my neck, sucking and leaving marks as his hands move down to grasp my ass. His mouth moves back up, nipping at my earlobe, and I gasp as his voice, deep and rough from the alcohol, rumbles against my ear.

“Did you want to do something else?” I can hear the smile in his voice.

I press myself against his denim clad bulge, wiggling my hips and making him moan, “What do you think?”

Suddenly, my feet aren't on the floor anymore and I squeal, wrapping my arms around Sam’s neck and my legs around his waist as he strides quickly through the bunker. I take the opportunity and begin running my fingers through his hair, kissing along his neck and along his jaw. He stops suddenly, pushing me against the wall and holding me there, “If you don't stop, we aren't going to make it to my room.”

I grab the hem of my shirt, balancing against him as I pull it off and toss it to the floor. The look in his eyes changes; the playful glint is replaced with dark lust. His hand snakes between us, rubbing against my clothed mound as he kisses me again, all teeth and tongue and quiet moans.

“We should...we should go to your room now,” I manage to moan out, my hips thrusting to meet his hand.

“You mean, you don't want me to fuck you in the hallway? Afraid Dean might see?” I let out an involuntary whimper; the thought of Dean catching us is more appealing than worrisome. “Not afraid...you sound like you want him to catch me fucking you out in the open.” If my panties weren't wet before, they're absolutely soaked now.

He pulls back to look at me, his eyes narrowed as he contemplates what he wants to do. “I could eat you out right here, but if he caught us, maybe I'd have to share.” His hand slips up the leg of my shorts, and under the elastic of my underwear. I gasp as one of his thick digits pushes inside of me and he begins moving it slowly. “On the other hand, if the thought of that gets you so turned on-”

“Just take me to your room, Sam. Please…” my voice is barely above a whisper, but he smiles at how wrecked I sound. He isn't wrong; the last few times this happened, it was sweeter, gentler. I don't know if it's the alcohol or the weed, or a combination of the two, but this...I don't have words for this.

Then he starts walking, and it's then I realize that his hand is still in my shorts, and he's still pushing and pulling, in and out, every step he takes adding to the thrust of his hand. My arms wrap tightly around his neck and the thought occurs to me that not only is he strong enough to hold me up with one arm, he's also coordinated enough to keep fingering me while high and walking down the hallway. Add that to the list of things I didn't realize was such a turn on. A drawn out moan escapes me and he chuckles, a low, throaty laugh. “We aren't going to make it past Dean’s room if you do that.”

Then he stops, dead in the hallway. Fuck.

“What...what are you doing?” Dean’s door is closed, and Sam’s eyes are trained on it like a beacon. Without a word he turns so that my back is towards it. “Sam…”

He pulls his hand from my shorts, then rips them off in one fluid motion. I hear his belt clinking and can feel his knuckles brush against me as he undoes his pants, shimmying them down so he can kick them off. He pushes me against the door and the wood is rough against my bare back.

“I’m going to give you what you want.” I gasp as he nudges my entrance, “But you have to be quiet.”

“I don't think-”

“Oh, you will,” he practically growls as he pushes further into me, “because I don't think I'm ready to share just yet.”

I bite my lip to keep from crying out as he bottoms out, my eyes wide. He takes a deep breath, as if he's trying to control himself, then slowly begins to thrust again. He switches which arm is holding me up and puts his free hand on the door to steady himself. Just the sound of his heavy breathing is almost too much paired with his slow, dragging pace and I clutch at his shoulders, my head falling back against the door with a quiet thud. I flinch, but Sam doesn't seem to notice as he ducks his head down to kiss along my collarbone, nipping and sucking his way along my neck and up to my jaw.

His lips drag along the shell of my ear, his breath hot as he whispers, “Do you think Dean knows we’re out here?” He pulls out almost all the way, “Do you think he is picturing what you look like while I fuck you?” He punctuates his question by slamming back into me, pushing against the door so it doesn't rattle in the frame. I can't answer, afraid that if I do, I'll be too loud. “You aren't answering. Do you think he knows,” he pulls out again, “that I'm fucking you,” he slams back in, grunting quietly into my shoulder, “right against his door?”

I can feel the coil tightening, his motions and the picture he's painting pushing me closer and closer to the edge. “I...I don't...maybe…” I can't form a coherent sentence, not the way he’s dragging in and out of me, and my head drops forward, resting against the soft flannel shirt he's still wearing.

“If he does know, if he can hear us,” another deliciously slow thrust, “I'd bet he’s getting off to it. Imagining what you look like, how you bite your lip, how it feels to be surrounded by your warmth. I know I've thought about it more than once, spilling over my fist in the shower…”

That's all it took. The fire deep in my belly bursts into flame, consuming me as the coil snaps. My teeth sink into Sam’s shoulder, hoping that his shirt is thick enough to muffle the loud cry that is involuntarily leaving me. His thrusts quicken, but his hips start to stutter and I hold onto him, riding him through his own release as he groans out my name.

He pulls back and looks at me, sweat trickling down his temple and towards his neck, and smiles.

“You are the worst,” I giggle whisper, and he shrugs.

“You like it.” He starts walking towards his room and I start laughing.

“Sam, put me down! You're leaving my clothes!”

He keeps walking, his grip tighter so I can't wiggle free, “I'm not finished with you yet.” He kicks the door open to his room, then shuts it with his hip. “You can get your clothes later. You won't be needing them for awhile.”

I can't say I'm unhappy about this turn of events.

I wake up, my throat dry and my body aching for some sort of refreshment. I slide out from under Sam’s arm, and grab his shirt off the back of the chair where it had landed earlier. He groans and rolls over, and I stare at him for a moment, taking in his long form as it stretches the full length of the bed.

I sneak out and leave the door cracked behind me, then turn towards the kitchen. Before I can take a step, a hand covers my mouth and I end up pressed against the wall. I have somehow managed to forget everything I know about self defense in my half asleep state, and only manage to weakly slap at the arm holding me against the wall.

“Shh, it's me!” The hand disappears from my mouth, and I glare at my would be assailant.

“Dean, what the hell?!” I give him a playful shove and he grins, his moss green eyes glinting in the low light of the hall.

“What are you doing up?”

“I could ask the same of you! I’m thirsty, I'm getting a drink.”

He shrugs, “I’m hungry, thought I'd get a snack.”

“Oh, well, then we can go together.” Suddenly, he's standing far too close, and I realize how little clothing I'm wearing.

“Not exactly the kind of snack I was thinking about.”

“W-w-what do you mean?”

He takes another step, and his body presses against mine, “I think you know exactly what I mean.” He fingers the buttons on Sam’s shirt, his eyes roving from my face to where it's hanging open down to the third button. “You expect to just fuck right outside my door and not expect consequences? Seriously?”

“We thought you were asleep!” I rush out, panicked.

“I'm gonna stop you right there. Sammy knew damn well I wasn't asleep, and, even if I was, do you really think you were being that quiet?” His hand slips under the soft fabric and he squeezes my breast, running his tongue over his bottom lip. “I could hear every little moan and whimper that was coming out of you. Not like I haven't before, but knowing you were just on the other side of that door…” he trails off and brings his gaze back up to meet mine.

“Listen-”

“I get it, you and Sam. I'm not blind, I can tell. But I also know neither of you have done anything about it, and I owe Sammy some payback.” He leans down and wraps his lips around my nipple and I can't help but groan; his tongue is sinful, and he hasn't even done anything yet. His tongue swirls around the pebbled skin, and I can feel goosebumps run down my arms and legs. He lets go with a quiet pop, and puts his forehead against mine. “You've gotta be quiet, that's the rules.”

“Then how’s Sam gonna know?” I draw a sharp breath as Dean’s hand wanders under the hem of my shirt, his fingertips brushing along my wet entrance like a feather.

“Oh, he’ll know.” His fingers move up and down, the rough pads gentle against my sensitive skin. With each pass, they move a little deeper, but then he pulls back, his thumb barely grazing my clit as he plays, his forehead still pressed against mine.

“Dean…” We shouldn't do it...but he's right. And honestly, the way his fingers feel against me right now, common sense isn't playing a part. “Please…” He slips one finger inside, curling and twisting it while he pushes in and out, and suddenly his mouth is on mine, swallowing the moan I can't hold back.

He tastes like whiskey, and his five o’clock shadow is rough against my face. It's one of those delicious burns, and I open my mouth for him, our tongues meeting as he explores. It's different than kissing Sam, almost softer, but there's a hidden edge I can't quite put my finger on. I nip at his bottom lip, and it's his turn to groan into me. He pulls away and smirks, then drops to his knees in front of me.

“What are you doing?”

He raises a brow as he looks up at me, “Do I really need to answer that question?” Both hands are under my shirt now, and he pushes my legs further apart. He ducks under my shirt, and I cry out as his tongue drags along my folds, working in tandem with his fingers as he adds another one. “I said,” he mutters against me, sending vibrations to my core, “you've gotta be quiet.”

I drop my head back against the wall, my chest heaving. He laps at me, making happy little grunting sounds as he moves. I can already feel the warmth building in my belly, and I bury my fingers in Dean’s hair. “I'm not gonna last much longer, Dean,” I whimper. He lifts one of my legs and puts it over his shoulder, and the change of angle nearly pushes me over right then. He sucks my clit into his mouth, his fingers pistoning in and out, and then suddenly the world goes black. He doesn't stop, and I tighten my grip on his hair, riding his face as a second orgasm rips through me.

I finally relinquish my hold on him and he drops my leg, standing up so that he's still up against me. I'm pretty sure it's the only reason I'm able to still be upright.

“You alright?”

I nod weakly, “I would say I'm more than alright.”

“Good.” He backs up and I walk to Sam’s door.

“So you're okay with-” my thought is interrupted when I see Sam, sitting up in bed, the blankets pooled around his waist. “Sam? Did you hear…?”

He swings his legs over the edge of the bed, and his muscles ripple down his back as he shifts. He stands up, and it's very obvious that he heard us. “What do you think?” He walks closer to me, seemingly oblivious to Dean standing right behind me, “One Winchester not enough?”

“Listen, man, it's my fault. It wasn't her idea-”

Sam’s gaze shifts from me to Dean, and the older Winchester, in a surprising turn of events, stops talking. “It's alright, if that's what she wants…” He reaches out, his fingertips brushing the buttons like Dean’s had done only moments before, “Is that what you want? Both of us?”

What is happening? “I...I don't know…” My mind may not know the answer, but my dripping cunt does. I squeeze my legs together, trying to find some sort of friction, and Sam notices the movement.

“I think you do know.” He fingers the buttons some more, as if contemplating what he should do with this information, then slowly begins to pop them open. He slides the shirt apart enough so that just a small part of my breasts peek through, and my mind is racing. The look on his face, the slow, calculated movements...it's Sam, but it's not, and for some reason it's one of the hottest things I've ever seen.

He looks back to Dean, his expression softer than earlier, and, though I can't see his brother’s face, I know they're doing that silent conversation thing reserved only for those close enough to understand it. He nods, then looks back at me, the corner of his mouth turned up. His hand traces up the edge of the shirt, his fingers slipping under it at the shoulder. He carefully slides it off, pushing it down my arm, and his other hand repeats the motion on the other side. The shirt slips off and hits the floor, and he takes another step towards me. I can feel his arousal pressing against my stomach.

Suddenly, his lips are on mine, desperate and hot. There's no gentle exploration this time; his tongue pushes its way against mine hungrily, and his large hands grip my bare ass, pulling me roughly into him. He bites at my lip, pulling gently before letting go and traveling lower, planting sloppy kisses along my jaw and down my throat. He spins me around so that my back is against him, one of his hands roughly cupping a breast while the other travels between my legs, spreading me apart as Dean watches.

“You're already so wet, Y/N...wet, and warm, and tight.” Dean gives a strangled groan as we lock eyes and Sam plunges inside of me, two fingers moving in and out as his thumb rubs my clit. “What do you think? Should we let Dean in on this, too? Say the word, and we won't. It's up to you.”

I can't think, not with his rough fingers dragging in and out, and the obscene noises they’re making as he continues his ministrations. “Y-yes…” my wrecked voice is quiet, but they both hear me. Sam walks backwards with me as Dean follows, needlessly shutting the door behind him.

He turns so that I'm facing the bed and he pulls himself free. I look over my shoulder in time to see him lick his fingers clean, slowly and deliberately, and my mouth drops open; this is a Sam I've never seen, and I can't say I wouldn't like to see him again.

He steps out of my line of sight, and I feel a different set of hands running down my back, gripping my hips before traveling to the globes of my ass. He turns me to face him and Dean’s eyes are dark with lust. “How do you feel about me going first, sweetheart?”

I finally find my voice as I grab his belt buckle, “I think you're wearing too many clothes.” I make quick work of it, and, as he shimmies his jeans down his legs, pulling his boxers with them, it seems like everything is going in slow motion. This is going to change things, major things, and I'm left wondering if any of us are ready for it. Then Dean is pulling off his shirt, tossing it to the side, and suddenly the moment is over and I feel everything ten fold.

Dean gives me a gentle push backwards and the backs of my legs hit the bed. I plop gently onto it and shimmy backwards as he stalks towards me, like I'm some kind of prey. He grabs my ankles, smooths his hands up my calves and up to my knees, then pulls my legs apart. His fingers trail up my thighs, brush past my aching core, and move up to hips as he positions himself between my open legs.

“I think it's time we get to the main show, don't you?” he asks with a smile, and I can feel him, hot and heavy, against the inside of my thigh. He reaches down and strokes himself a couple of times, then slowly eases in.

I gasp, and, though he's not quite as big as Sam, it's still enough to burn as I adjust to his size. “Oh...Dean…”

Despite being filled by Dean, I still can't help but wonder where Sam is. I roll my head to the side and find him sitting in his desk chair, legs sprawled and dick in hand as he watches, his eyes narrowed as he focuses on me. Dean starts to move, slow but deep thrusts that pull my attention back to him. “How's that feel, huh? Feel good?”

“Mmhmm...so good.” He looks down at me, his bottom lip between his teeth as he moves, and I would give him anything in that moment. Absolutely anything. I grab the backs of my thighs and pull my knees closer to my chest, and he goes even deeper.

“Oh fuck, Y/N, you're gonna kill me…” he moves my hands out of the way, replacing them with his own, and pushes, spreading my legs further apart as he bears down.

I roll my head again to look at Sam and see that he's mesmerized by the way my tits are bouncing, stroking himself in time to every move. I reach up and start plucking at my nipple, grabbing a fistful of tit as I roll my stiff bud between my fingers. When he finally looks up and meets my eye, a look is all it takes.

He quickly moves from the chair to the bed, kneeling on the floor by my head. Despite his roughness earlier, he smooths the hair from my face, kissing me deeply and swallowing the moans coming out of me as Dean continues to thrust, then moves down and captures my nipple in his mouth.

“Sam...fuck…” He bites gently, flicking his tongue in time with Dean, while still stroking himself. “Dean...I need...can you…” I can't form a coherent sentence, not with both of them touching me, but he seems to understand.

“Flip over, sweetheart,” he pulls out and lets my legs drop, and I roll over onto my belly. He grabs my hips and yanks my ass up, teasing my entrance with the tip of his cock.

“Dean, please…”

“Please, what?”

“Please fuck me, and quit teasing.”

He laughs, and I nearly come the moment he slams back into me. He's not as gentle this time around, picking up speed as he nears his own climax. I look at Sam and lick my lips, and he understands immediately what I want. He stands up, dick eye level, and I wrap my lips around him. Each thrust Dean gives causes my mouth to go further down his shaft, and he groans when he feels himself hit the back of my throat.

He grabs a handful of hair and begins practically fucking my face, and for a moment all you can hear is the pornographic sounds of skin slapping skin, muffled moans, and the wet sucking of my cunt swallowing Dean’s dick.

“I'm gonna come, Y/N,” Dean grinds out, his rhythm faltering as he gets closer. Sam pulls away from my mouth and steps back, and I look over my shoulder at him. “Come with me, I wanna feel it.” He reaches around and starts rubbing my clit, and I start pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts with my own.

“I'm so close, Dean, please...don't stop…” He slams into me two more times and I'm done for. I come, hard, and Dean grabs my hair as he spills inside of me, growling and cursing under his breath. He pulls out slowly, and I collapse onto the bed, unable to hold myself up anymore.

I feel the bed shift as Dean stands up, and then again when Sam slides in next to me. I open my eyes to see him looking at me, his hazel eyes like sunflowers. I smile and he tilts his head.

“What?”

I shrug, “Just...you have really pretty eyes.”

Sam smiles back, a genuine smile that I rarely get to see, “I think we've sexed you into madness.”

I shake my head, “Not possible. I've still got at least one more in me.”

His hand slides across my thigh, and he dips a finger along my folds. “As wet as you are, I'm not sure there's enough friction for you to even enjoy it,” he says with a laugh, pressing his thumb to my clit.

I arch my back and close my eyes as his thumb makes lazy circles, “You'd be surprised.”

He props himself up on his elbow, looking down as his hand teases my entrance, a finger dipping in and back out, tickling my clit and moving down. I open my eyes to see Dean walking towards the door.

“Where are you going?”

“Uh, well, I thought my part here was done, so I was just gonna go back to my room.”

“I want you to watch.”

“What?”

I wiggle my hips against Sam’s hand and sigh, “You heard me.”

“Okay, then.” He moves to the seat Sam was just occupying and sits down. Sam settles in on the other side of me so I can see Dean and continues what he was doing. Dean watches with hooded eyes, and I roll my head so that I can see him better. Despite just getting off, he's already half hard again.

Sam slips a finger inside me, and I groan, never losing eye contact with Dean. His cock twitches and I can tell he wants to touch himself. I nod, and his hand wraps around his dick. Sam adds another finger and I can't concentrate on Dean, all I can feel are his two large digits pumping in and out of my wet cunt.

“Sam, that feels so good,” I mewl, breath catching at how full I feel. “Lay on your back.”

“You sure?”

I nod, and he rolls over so that he's laying on his back instead of his side. I reach down and stroke him, though he doesn't need much help at this point. I plant a knee on either side of him, then line him up and sink down. I take a minute to adjust to his size.

“Oh my God, Y/N. You feel so fucking good.”

I laugh as I begin to rock back and forth, “We just did it a little bit ago!”

“I don't think I'm ever going to get used to how amazing you feel. Fuck…” I add some bounce to my gyrations, and glance at Dean, who is watching my every move as he strokes himself. Sam's hands grip my hips and I know there will be bruises in the morning; in all honesty, I kind of hope there are.

“Shit...Sam, I need more, please.”

He plants his feet on the mattress and begins fucking into me as hard as he can. I lean back on my palms, aching for a final release. Dean is watching me hungrily, his eyes on my tits as the bounce with each thrust. Must be a Winchester thing.

“C’mere, Dean,” I pant out as Sam’s thumb finds my clit again. “You're almost there, aren't you?”

“Fuck...yea…” he walks over to stand next to me, and I suck him into my mouth, twirling my tongue around his head as Sam pounds into me. Dean buries his hand in my hair, grips it as I move, and it's like Sam can't stand the thought of sharing me. He moves faster, lifting me almost off his cock before slamming me back down on it. I add a hand to work with my mouth and Dean cries out, a strangled moan as he comes in my mouth, hot and thick. “Holy shit.” His voice is wrecked, but I don't have time to respond. The build up I've been feeling finally hits the edge of the cliff and I'm about to fall off of it.

“Sam, I'm so close…ohhh, I'm going to...I'm coming, Sam!” My legs tighten against him and I clench around him as he also comes, milking him of every last drop. After the high of it wears off, I roll off of Sam, sighing at the sudden emptiness of him pulling out. He puts his arms around me, and though he's like a furnace, I can't help but hold onto him.

Dean sits on the edge of the bed, “Well...that just happened.”

I smile sleepily, nuzzling into Sam’s side, “Yea, it sure did.”

“Are you okay?”

I nod, “I'm not sure my legs work anymore, but who needs legs?” Both of them laugh, and it gives me hope that tomorrow won't be weird.

“We can always carry you around.”

“Mmmhmm…”

And then I'm asleep, lulled into sweet dreams against Sam’s solid form and the sound of the two brothers quietly talking.

I wake up to Sam’s large body curled around mine, his hand cupping my breast gently as he sleeps. I smile, happy to wake up with him beside me, then look around to find the room is empty besides us; Dean is gone. I carefully slip out of Sam’s grasp, and take a shirt from his dresser. As I'm slipping it on, I trip over one of his boots and hit the floor. I curse under my breath and wait for him to ask if I'm okay, but he is still passed out. Surprising, for a hunter, but after last night, not unexpected. I gather myself and limp out of the room, making a mental note to make a place just for shoes.

The bunker is quiet, and the kitchen is empty when I get to it. I shuffle around, regretting not wearing my fuzzy slippers, and put the coffee on. I pull out the toaster and toss a couple of pieces of bread in, then lean against the counter and wait for both things to finish.

“I smell coffee.” I look up to see Dean in the doorway, hair sticking every which way and eyes half closed.

“You do. Do you want toast to go with it?”

“Pie. I want pie.”

I laugh and nod my head towards the fridge, “There's still some apple in there, have at it.” He makes a happy grunt and detours towards the fridge. I pour a cup of coffee for both of us, butter my toast, and move over to the table to eat. Dean sits down in front of me and proceeds to eat the pie straight from the pan.

“Dean, listen-”

“I know, I should have gotten a plate, but I'm hungry and it's my turn to do the dishes so I don't really want to-”

“No, that's fine, I don't…I don't care about that. I meant about last night.”

“Oh. Yea, right.”

“It was great.”

“Yea, it was.”

“But…” I stir my coffee again, staring at the way the creamer swirls in the darkness of the bitter liquid, “it can't…we can't do that again.”

“Mmm.”

“It's just, it’s Sam, Dean. It's always been Sam. And I love you, I do, and you are good, but it just...it can't happen, okay?”

He sits quietly for a moment, and the euphoria I felt last night is gone. It should have never happened; the major change is coming right now. Not later, now, and I'm not ready for it. Then he looks up and smiles.

“I know it's Sammy. You two have been dancing around it for ages. I get it. Can't say I regret last night, but I understand.” He picks my hand off the table and brings it to his lips, kissing the top of it gently, “You're an amazing woman, and you and Sam...shit, you guys are perfect. I also can't say I'm not a little jealous, but I'll get over it. You deserve each other, you know?”

We’re interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. Sam is standing in the doorway to the kitchen, watching as Dean drops my hand like it's burnt him.

“I, uh...I gotta go.” He stands up to leave then grabs the plate of pie, “I'm just going to take this with me. And then it's my turn to do dishes and laundry so, uhhh, if you need me, I'll be doing chores. For the rest of my life.” He disappears around the corner and Sam walks over to the coffee pot.

“Sam…”

“What?” He pours a cup of coffee, then leans against the counter as he drinks it.

“About last night-”

“Yea, I get it. Can't happen again. It's fine.”

“Sure, but that's not exactly what I was going to say.”

He sits his mug down a little too forcefully, then crosses his arms across his chest, “Listen, it's fine. When I woke up and you were gone, I knew. I'm not surprised that Dean got the girl, I just figured after last night-”

“Are you jealous?” I ask with a nervous laugh, and he frowns.

“You aren't my girl, so there's not really any reason to be jealous, right?”

I stand up from the table and walk up to him, putting my hands on his crossed arms. “What if I want to be your girl, though?”

His expression softens, “Do you?”

“Of course! I told Dean that as much fun as last night was, you are the one I want to be with. I love Dean, but not like that. You're the one I want to be with.”

“Really?”

I nod, “Really.”

He pulls me into him, wrapping himself around me and I sigh happily. He kisses the top of my head, and I smile up at him.

Maybe this isn't going to be so complicated after all.

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angclhyunjin · 6 years

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of light and verse | jaebum

desc: you literally end up falling for the boy who sits at the back of your uber hard lit class. college!jaebum litmajor!jaebum. all the fluff. just super fluffy

word count: 1.913

requested by: @jaebums-sunshine [Jaebum college au/domestic au fluff!]

note: i wrote this at lit 4am but ummm my love as a lit major was too cute to pass up

oh my god ok COLLEGE JAEBUM

setting my heart on fire at the thought of my lit nerd headcanon for him

lets get into it!

so its freshman year and ur walking into your first lit class, a bit intimidated bc its like,, a course no first year dared to touch but u just wanted a cool sounding course so bad u jumped at the opportunity

its GREEK MYTHOLOGY!! who wud not hello

and ur excited until the professor opens her mouth

and ur blown away by how,,,,,,, interesting and riveting the whole thing is but shit is it going to be this hard throughout??

the first few classes involves you frantically taking notes and trying to keep up w the impossible pace this class is going

but theres this BOY

he sits right at the end while ur in front so u could pass him off as uninterested,,, taking the course for extra creds??? wrong

this BOY quips in between the lecture with the most fascinating comments, connecting the odyssey to so many modern works, to poetry and to music

and ur like,,, who made u,,,, how r u like this

ur kind of annoyed by how smart this boy is

its not like you dont get wtf is happening here, but how can he get it and SO MUCH MORE

and tbh ur kind of jealous but u didnt hear that from me. also he has the softest voice that creeps up behind u and makes ur body stir

wait what

so u work super hard

and like super hard, u finish all ur readings and do ur own research

but u still feel like its not enough

like idk who u think u are, u start living at the library

cup of tea in hand and a book in the other, it sounds optimal but the stress is lowkey making you lose ur mind

ur looking for a book in the aisles, a VERY specific one on sappho’s fragmented poems

and FINALLY u see it............on the top most shelf

ur 5′4″ self is SCREAMING

and u could ask for help but help is for losers

so u make the very intelligent decision to climb the shelves what?? no ones looking

ur almost there when

a hand

reaches at the same time as urs

u almost scream for real this time, shutting ur eyes real tight, letting go of ur meager hold on the shelf and falling back

like u have accepted ur death at this point

until???? wait??? you feel two hands around you and suddenly you’re not falling

“my god, are you okay??” how tf do i know this voice

you open your eyes to be met with the softest brown eyes, framed by these wire glasses

its him

of c o u r s e

u literally dont know what to say until he laughs a little at you (an adorable, light noise that fills you up)

“this is probably not one of your greatest moments” ur cheeks are on FIRE

suddenly he notices his arms are still around u and he hastily places u on ur useless jelly feet

“were you going for the book on sappho? i didn’t know anyone else here knew it existed”

you’re about to stammer out a reply, not really ready to explain to the lit prodigy that ur trying to be at least half as insightful as him but he

squints at u

“wait, aren’t you in my lit class?? you are, aren’t you?”

he REMEMBERS ur invisible ass??? ok??? what doesnt this boy notice?????

u finally find your tongue, stammering out a “y-yeah, i was planning out my paper and needed a second reference”

wow is he lowkey impressed he stares at u for a bit

ur now hyperaware of ur messy bun and glasses, the old t shirt you’d tucked into mom jeans feeling so inadequate in front of him in his stylishly messed up hair n button up,,, how could someone be this pretty at 4pm on a sunday

“honestly, me too. but its okay, you can have this”

he barely needs to reach up to get this book and ur like, looking at his shoulders as he faces away from u for a split second and man is he built

“are you sure???” you let out in an almost whisper “don’t you need this?”

“nah its okay i read it over the summer already” o yes of course

“i’m jaebum by the way” he smiles at you and ur stomach JUMPs

“i’m y/n” you try, and then blurt out “and also really sorry for this i’m like,, dumb as hell-”

“its no issue, y/n” his voice is HONEY as it says your name and you can feel urself turning redder

“i’ll see you in class then” hes gone as quickly as he arrived and ur still in shock because what the fuck

did that really happen or did u doze off after a caffeine crash again???

so the next day in class u walk in, heading towards your seat when ur eye catches jaebum’s

and he gives u the BIGGEST SMILE

WHAT AN ANGEL

ur blushing furiously and manage a quick smile back

and thru/o ur so distracted bc u swear u feel his eyes on the back of ur neck but ur also too scared to look bc WOW WHY IS THIS BEAUTIFUL BOY STARING AT ME

so at the end of the class ur throwing all ur books into ur mess of a backpack when u hear a voice

“so did you end up finishing the book”

its god jaebum, beanie hiding his tousled hair and trademark glasses on his nose

“no i still have some stuff to cover but its fine!! you can have it u want-”

“no, no i was going to suggest we do the paper together?”

is this ,,,, really happening

“i mean, sure” WHY ARE U AGREEING WHY DO U WANT TO DIE

“okay great! i’ll meet you in the library at 4?”

“okay see you then!!” u squeak out and dash

wtf was that

this man did not need ur help, he is a lit GOD

but ur there at 4, a little thankful for the heads up bc u managed to put some semblance of makeup on urself

and he walks in and ur heart is on fire again bc hes so pretty and he’s also so excited to do lit, lit makes this boy

u slowly ease into conversations w him, sappho being taken over by more personal deets

ok first of all, this boy has 5 cats

he shows u pictures of all of them, names and all, like a mom showing off her children

ur heart is so so full of this endearing boy

you keep meeting thru the rest of the week

on tuesday, he asks you ur favorite color

on wednesday, he convinces u to tell him ur favorite memory

on thursday, you tell him how vanilla ice cream is everything to you but u cant stand strawberry

on friday, he asks u for ur number

on saturday, he randomly texts you 6 pictures of his cat sitting on two legs

on saturday, you realize u have fallen for the boy at the back of ur lit class

u dont know what to do

this boy is so so dumb at heart but can also recite all of shakespeare’s sonnets by heart

like hes the cutest idiot u have ever seen

and ur falling super hard for him

ur friendship goes strong for a while

gradually u blush less frequently and get comfortable w him, going over to his place at times

the first time u go (for lit probably) he opens the door and ur greeted w the smell of disaster

like really it smells super bad

and hes frantic and panicky bc “i didn’t know how hard cooking was the tomato sauce is all burnt what did i do”

poor perfect boi is bad at cooking???

even surrounded w smoke and in a dirty apron he looks ADORABLE

and ur laughing and taking the saucepan off the stove for him, throwing his failure out and suggesting u just get some chinese

and he agrees w a sigh and ur like ur so dumb

and no ur definitely not trying to think abt how he wanted to cook for u

when u call him over u make spaghetti

red sauce

“wow so ur really out here triggering me like this”

“is it my fault ur an idiot sandwich”

“w o w”

he probably pouted and u probably made fun of it tho ur heart was crying

so it goes on like this for a while

and ur always wondering ‘does this boy even like me like that’ bc he out here giving u so many signals but never making the move

like ur ass is never sure if he’s into u or just being nice

bc lets face it - im jaebum is the definition of nice

and its honestly getting kind of annoying

like pls tell me if u like me my heart cant take it much longer

u guys are at his, doing ur readings

you glance to the side and see jaebum reading intently, eyes flying over the words, relaxed and so sweet, a ray of light from the window falling on him and making his eyes radiate a dark brown

you dont even notice how long you’ve been staring until u hear his voice

“hello what r u doing”

fuck

“nothing! just,,,, you looked really pretty with the light falling on ur face. no i mean, look!! like, you’re pretty”

WHAT

did u JUST

SAY THAT

"not that that means you’re not pretty at other times!! i mean,,, you’re pretty all the time and its honestly really crazy” WHY ARE U STILL TALKING

hes just.... staring at u in wonder

and ur lik e wow this is it, this is when the ground acc swallows me up and i die

when his face breaks into this beautiful smile

“you think i’m pretty?”

his voice is so soft and pure

u r, on the other hand, about to collapse from embarrassment

and just nod and its like the day in the library all over

and he’s still smiling when he says “y/n, i think you’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen”

your stomach SWOOPS

IS THIS REAL LIFE

“i’ve wanted to say that for the longest time” he breathes and you notice just how close he is

“thats just,, i mean wow i didn’t know...” u manage to say

he leans in a little closer and his hands r burning a hole resting on ur thighs

the light is very brilliant as his head dips lower, breath on ur lips until he fills the gap between you

and im jaebum is kissing you

you barely remember to respond, but when you do, he leaves light kisses on ur lower lip, hand coming up to cup ur cheek

ur entire body is on fire as he draws you closer, your hands going into his hair and feeling for the first time how soft it was

wow u had really dreamed about this huh

he draws back a little bit, face incredibly close to yours and asks u “is this okay?”

,,,,,,,boi

“more than okay, this is perfect” you press him closer and all else is forgotten

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moonyxnights · 6 years

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Best Friend || Richie Tozier

Request: dreamsoftechnicolor: Hello! I just wanted to say that your writing is absolutely AMAZING- I love your work! For the song imagine requests, I’d love to read a Richie x reader (do you write It characters? If not, a mike x reader is good too) based off of the song “Best Friend” by Rex Orange County, the plot kind of being the reader & the character being super good friends & then they end up falling for each other!

Tense: 3rd person

Summary: Richie and (Y/N) are close friends, equally trash-mouthed and obnoxious, and soon enough come to the realisation that they like each other.

A/N: thank you soo much, I’m glad people enjoy them! I do IT, stranger things and the actors, but I do literally anything tbhh // I love doing these kinds of imagines because I find out about music that I’ve never listened to and turn out to absolutely love!! Xx

“You think you’re cool but those glasses tell another story,” (Y/N) poked at the glasses on Richie’s face, causing him to furrow his eyebrows. He swatted her hand away and readjusted them, sitting up straight in attempts to show some sort of confidence.

“Why are you such a dick to me?” he laughed, poking her in the forehead, mimicking what she’d done to his glasses.

“Why are you such a dick to me?” she copied, much higher tone, laughing along with him. He shook his head.

“No,” he put his finger in the air. “I’m not, I’m like the nicest friend to you, to be honest, I’m your only friend-“

“See!” she shouted, pointing at him frantically, voice cracking slightly.

“Okay, okay, I see your point,” he pushed her hands down and out of his face. “That’s the only time, though.”

“Richie, you tried to sell me so you could get food when you were broke,” she said seriously, making Richie snicker and nod. “It’s not funny, that guy was known for accepting shit.”

“Why did you think I made the offer?” she hit his arm roughly and he stopped laughing, holding his stomach as it ached from him laughing. What he didn’t tell her, though, was how uncomfortable and slightly jealous it had made him seeing the way that the worker looked at her. “This place is crawling with those types of men, it’s gross.”

***

The two were walking to Bill’s after Richie had received a phone call, picking (Y/N) up on the way. He purposely didn’t ride his bike, knowing that she didn’t ride one anyway.

“Guys, what took you so long?” Stan practically yelled when they eventually walked into the house, after Bill answered the door to them. “Were you making out?” In sync, the two stared blankly at him and flicked his head on either side.

“She doesn’t ride a fucking bike, okay?” Richie shouted back, throwing himself onto the couch and almost hitting Eddie in the head with his feet. He pointed with his foot towards (Y/N), who was still stood, as Eddie kept having to push Richie’s legs off of his lap.

She glared over at him. “I can’t ride one,” she put her hands up in defence as everyone looked at her.

“Why couldn’t you have just ridden on the back of his?” Stan nodded to Richie, causing him to raise his eyebrows and hands at her.

She laughed. “No, no, absolutely not. He’d push me off or make some remark about my hands being near his dick,” she went and sat on a dining chair, and Richie called out in the back whilst laughing.

“That’s true,” he pointed in the direction of where she was sat.

“Told you,” she spoke almost immediately after he replied. She shrugged and the others went on to discuss why they were all called to come over. Bill explained about seeing Georgie, creating an uncomfortable atmosphere for everyone, and how he wanted to go and explore.

“Fuck that shit, nope,” (Y/N) paced around the room, occasionally looking behind her quickly as if she’d imagined seeing something. “I’ll stay here, y’know, keep watch on things,” the others just stared at her, unconvinced, until Richie piped up.

“Yeah,” he nodded enthusiastically. “That’s a good idea, (Y/N), I think you’ll need two people for that,” he got up from the couch and stood beside her. Everyone rolled their eyes but Bill gave in.

“If you’re s-s-staying h-here, th-then you c-c-can che-check out the b-b-basement for m-me while w-we’re g-g-gone,” As soon as he spoke, the others started to overlap their voices in complaints about how they should have to go. Richie just gave them all a thumbs up, and (Y/N) widened her eyes and hit Richie’s arm.

“I’m not fucking going into the basement where he saw a dead kid,” she panicked, whispering to Richie.

He waved her off, “It’s just a bluff. Right, Bill?” Bill stayed quiet and walked to the front door. Richie called back, “Bill?”

***

“This is such a stupid fucking idea,” (Y/N) breathed out in a whisper, jumping at the slightest noise of a floor creak. “We’re all going to die, and I won’t ever get to own a cat. You know how much that sucks? I’ve always wanted one, a ginger one, fat and fluffy-“ Richie turned to her, pointing his flashlight in her eyes. She knocked it away, “Yeah, yeah, ‘shut up’, I get it.”

The group had split off to explore different parts of the house, unaware that they should’ve all stuck together. She and Richie had been wandering for around 5 minutes when they came to a living room area, in the corner was a dead plant holding a piece of paper on one of its branches. They walked up to it and Richie examined the paper before cursing in panic and stress.

“What the fuck?” he shouted, “What the actual fuck? Why am I on this? Why am I missing? H-how am I missing? I’m right fucking here,” she put her hands on his shoulders and made him look at her. His breathing started to slow down soon after, and he put down the paper before regaining focus. That was the thing with them, she didn’t have to say anything to calm him down, but just a simple touch of contact was enough for him. They carried on walking about, silent except from their whistling.

She sighed. “They picked a really unflattering photo for you, though,” she said nonchalantly, still looking in front and squinting at places she couldn’t quite see from afar. Richie looked at her in confusion, she turned her head to him and then turned back. “The missing sign,” she elaborated. “Worst photo of you ever.” He laughed slightly.

***

“P,” Richie pondered, they both had been playing an Alphabet game with the subject being musicians or bands. “The Police,” he clicked his fingers as if an idea had struck him like a lightbulb being lit.

She shook her head. “Nope,” Richie looked at her confused and slightly annoyed. “Begins with a T technically, so you don’t get that one,” he groaned and threw a piece of hard paint at her, that he’d picked off from the doorway.

“You’ve done this three times already,” he began to think again. “Okay, Poison,” she clapped her hands, torch still in it, and gave a sarcastic smile. The two were interrupted by shouts coming from the others, they stood up abruptly and started to run in attempts to find them. As they got to the corner, just before the room they were in, they noticed a dressed up man crouching and looking round the corner into the room.

“Yo,” she shouted. “Why’s this dude crouching- oh my god, okay,” her eyes widened as the crouched man stood up tall, turning to look at them both. It was IT, face distorted by a large stick, causing her to gag. They both froze as he swiftly walked passed them with a large crooked smile on his face. Richie looked to (Y/N) and she looked right back, eyes still wide, but they were brought back to reality when Eddie screamed again.

They legged it into the room, (Y/N) stopping as she saw Eddie’s arm. Everyone was surrounding him and Richie was adamant he could help, but everyone’s suggestions were inaudible through Eddie’s cussing at Richie. As he grabbed Eddie’s arm, (Y/N) stood up and began to gag again. She hunched over, hands on knees and looking pale.

“I’m gonna throw up,” she muttered, causing Beverly to rub her back. “I’ll be fine,” she stood up straight just as Richie cracked Eddie’s arm into place. “Okay, yeah, no, I’m gonna throw up,” she gagged again but nothing came up.

They were all stood outside of the house as Eddie’s mum dragged him into her car. She was complaining and yelling at the group whilst they all trailed behind. She turned to Beverly and whispered something to her, too close up to her face. (Y/N) clenched her fists, face red in anger as Eddie’s mum pulled away from Beverly, not liking the way that she spoke to Bev.

“Fucking, mother, fucking bitch, fuck,” she muttered but stopped herself when she felt a hand surround her fist. Richie had heard her mumbles and comforted her by holding her hand, in attempts to make her unravel her hand from the grip. She looked at him but he stayed looking forward at the group however when she looked away, he gave her a side glance.

***

“Can we please stop talking about cutting dicks?” (Y/N) said loudly, trying to speak over the boys in the middle of the room. (Y/N) and Beverly were sat on the windowsill by Ben’s window, the whole group sat in his room, whilst the boys surrounded the bed. The boys looked over and saw Beverly nodding, and laughing, as (Y/N) held down a magazine that the two girls were looking through.

“There’s things we want to know,” Richie piped up and, both he and (Y/N) stared at each other pulling faces. The others sat in silence, noticing how the two interacted with each other. She then shrugged as they all gathered their belongings to head out of the house. They were walking along the street for a while, heading towards the quarry, when they heard a car come from behind them. Richie turned, squinting at the car driving too fast, before realising that it was Henry Bowers. The car beeped at them and laughter was heard, causing the group to run. Henry’s group got out of the car and chased after them, but Henry was after only one: (Y/N).

She sighed as he grabbed at her wrist. “Fuck sake, Henry, what?” she looked him directly in the eyes, hoping to intimidate but he only looked back with attitude. She wasn’t particularly afraid of anything, she’d become too used to bullies and always had a careless outlook on life, one of the many qualities that made Richie want to be friends with her. He tugged her towards a fence and closed her in, giving her enough space to breathe but not enough to be comfortable.

“What’s someone like you hanging out with those losers?” he asked, pretending to be sad and offended. She rolled her eyes and yawned, staring straight at him again.

“They’re my friends, arsehole, something you don’t have,” she raised her eyebrows. He smirked, giggling at her cursing him. “Like, seriously, Henry, is this all you do with your life? Do you steal lollipops off of little girls too?” she spoke sarcastically and the others in the back laughed at her remark, Henry turned his face and scowled at them. When he turned back, he closed the gap a little more between their faces. She held a disgusted expression on her face and looked to the side of her, which caused him to pull his face back.

“You’re a chore,” he laughed. “Why do I have to work so hard for you, Beverly said yes in an instant,” (Y/N) scrunched nose and focused heavily into his eyes, she’d hated the way he brought up Beverly, but that he brought up a lie about her more so.

“You ask me out like 3 times and I say no and then you go around and tell people that we- that we did things. But in reality you can’t get anyone, isn’t that right, Henry?” she spat. Richie snickered in the back and almost immediately, Henry turned his head.

“What you laughing at, Trash-Mouth?” he spoke through gritted teeth, then slowly turned his head back to look at her.

“That’s why you have to lie, that’s why you have to let everyone know, because you know that you can only do those types of things in your own fantasy world, in that little brain of yours,” she went to tap his head but he grabbed her wrist. His face was scrunched up in anger; his breathing was loud and heavy, every exhale of his hitting her in the face.

“I don’t hit girls,” he said, speaking lowly. “But don’t test my patience,” he threw her hand down harshly, causing her wrist to click. He walked away back to his car, indicating for his group to let the others go. She held and rubbed at her wrist, whilst the others walked over, helping Ben up beforehand.

“That was fucking insane,” Eddie shook his head in awe. “I crapped my pants.” He spoke enthusiastically, looking at the others to see if they had seen what he saw. Richie was stood further back, rubbing the back of his neck, almost next to Bill.

“Oh, fuck,” Richie muttered under his breathe, kicking his foot along the ground, as something clicked in his brain suddenly. He accidentally kicked a small piece of gravel into Eddie’s shoe, causing him to freak out in the background noise. (Y/N) laughed, holding her hands over her mouth as she watched Eddie practically scream, his voice cracking.

“W-w-what is i-it, Ri-Ri-Richie?” Bill asked quietly, noticing that he clearly didn’t want attention brought to him. Richie turned to him, looked at the others then back to Bill. He sighed, letting his mind find the right words to say. Just as he was about to speak Stan called out to them, clearly showing they hadn’t been listening to the group discussing about still going to the quarry.

***

The group were stood by the edge of the quarry whilst Richie sat on a rock next to Bill further back. He watched as (Y/N) laughed, “Stupid fucking feelings,” he mumbled, tapping his leg and huffing. “Fucking unnecessary pieces of shit, maybe I don’t want to like her, y’know, did you ever take that into account?” Bill turned to look at him, confused look on his face.

“I didn’t e-e-even sa-say anyth-th-thing,” he said, looking back at the others. “B-but you d-d-did j-j-just adm-mit so-something,” he lowered his voice this time, seeing that she had turned to wave them over. They shook their heads and she shrugged, turning back to talk to the others. “J-just t-t-tell her.”

“Worse fucking idea, Bill,” he said, a little too loudly. “I’m not doing that,” he whispered. “I’ll make a complete idiot out of myself-“

“That why you not jumping in with us?” she approached them and laughed. He just sat and stared, wide eyed. “C’mon,” she tugged at his wrists and he stood up, looking back at Bill for help, but he just waved. “You go, I’ll go,” she raised her eyebrows, nodding towards the water at the bottom.

“I-um,” he laughed nervously. “Your wrist must hurt, you should rest it,” she raised an eyebrow at him.

She nodded, “Hmm hmm, nice try,” she laughed, before pushing him lightly into the water. She jumped in after, causing a domino effect of everyone going in. They were all laughing, playing in the water as if nothing had happened earlier, but Richie couldn’t get the feeling in his chest to leave. No matter how hard he tried to ignore it and laugh with the others, every time he saw (Y/N) smile or look at him, it caused his brain to focus on the feeling again.

“I’m getting a bit tired,” he told Bill. “I’ll just be over there,” He saw a nearby resting point and swam over to it, soon pulling himself up onto it. He shook himself in attempts to get rid of some of the water, not that it helped at all. He sat hunched up, knees pressed to his chest and arms huddling around his legs. He watched as the others splashed ad spoke to each other, too focused to notice that (Y/N) wasn’t there anymore.

“Hey,” she said, climbing up and sitting next to him. It snapped him back to reality and he looked to her, but then soon turned away. “What’s got you so bummed out, Tozier?” she asked concerned, the others were still swimming whilst the two sat on a small level of cliff. “You’re not seeming like you ever since earlier,” she looked at him softly.

“I think I fucking like you,” he blurted out and as the words left his mouth he closed his eyes, lightly hitting the side of his head. “Fuck,” he muttered.

“You think?” she was quite amused, and incredibly thankful that he’d spoken up first.

“Y-Yeah,” his voice cracked slightly. “I-um- I’m not totally sure, you know, like I think it’s what I’m feeling, but I’ve never felt what liking someone is like so I’m kinda just taking a knife in the dark, here.” He rambled on which made her laugh, blushing at how nervous he seemed to be.

“It’s taking a stab in the dark,” she put her head down and then looked back up. She looked around at the surroundings, as he looked at her embarrassed. “But,” she said, Richie still looking at her intently. “I don’t know what it feels like to like someone either,” he turned to face in front of him, preparing himself for rejection. “But I’m pretty sure I feel the same, I mean, like I could be wrong but I don’t know, I think I do,” his eyes widened and he looked her slowly, in sync with her looking at him.

“Are we meant to, you know, like, kiss or some shit?” he asked, an evident hope rising in his voice.

She laughed. “Not a chance,” she tapped his nose. “Well, not yet, anyway.”

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raavenreyes · 7 years

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24 HOURS.

bellamy x raven

a little drabble about a day in the life of ravenbell in the somwhat early days of space squad. [ rating: nc17 for language and smut lite.]

word count: 1,778

5:02 AM – 196 DAYS IN SPACE.

“Systems check.” Raven spoke out, still shivering as her body adjusted to the metal and other materials pressed against her skin. This was the worst part about her mornings. Once a week she had to do an equipment check around the outside of the ring. It started off as just her and Monty, but then Bellamy began hanging around and watching him. Next thing she knew, Bellamy had learned enough to help her out with these.

“You’re green on communications, oxygen supply and pressure regulation.” He radioed back. “Still waiting to hear back on your filters.” The last sentence was spoken through a yawn that made her speaker crackle and buzz.

“You sound tired.”

“Well, someone kept me up last night even though she knew we had a four-thirty wake up call.” He spat back, a grin on his face. Bellamy watched her through the small pane of glass as she buckled her boots. “You ready?”

“Yep.”

“Regulating pressure.” Lights in the chamber began flashing as air hissed out. He waited until the light above the door flashed green before opening the hanger doors. “Enjoy your spacewalk, little bird.”

“Always do.”

Bellamy leaned back in his chair, sipping a hot cup of algae tea—a drink he was still getting used to. He missed coffee, but this would have to do. The automatic doors behind him opened and Echo entered, handing Bellamy a plate of their usual breakfast—algae salad and some kind of dried grain they had managed to pack before taking off. “Thanks,”

“Is Raven outside?” She inquired.

“Yeah,”

Echo went to the pane of glass, pressing her face against it and smiling when she spotted Raven. “She looks so small out there.” Bellamy nodded, stirring the grain and algae together. “Does it really go on forever?”

He grinned with a soft chuckle. “For the hundredth time, Echo. Yes, it does.”

“How can something go on forever?”

“Doesn’t a river go on forever?”

“No, it changes into the sea…and the sea changes into land. Nothing goes on forever.”

“Well, maybe it doesn’t go on forever.” He answered. “Maybe it changes.”

“Into what?”

“That, I don’t know.”

The radio crackled. “Bellamy, log a slight cosmetic damage to our front right solar panel. I’m coming back into the hangar to grab my repair kit.”

“Logged.” Bellamy answered.

“I’m gonna get back and help Emori with laundry.” Echo announced. “I’ll see you later.”

When he spotted Raven at the hangar door, he pressed a button to open it, then a series of more buttons to stabilize the environment so Raven could take off her helmet. He could tell she was eager to get inside, so he stood up to meet her to help her take off her suit.

“Hey,” He smiled once the doors slid open. “You look cold.”

“I think the t-t-temperature r-regulator on my suit is b-b-busted. The insul-l-lation helped but f-f-fuck, I’m freezing.” She replied and Bellamy worked quickly to get the suit off her. She was down to her underwear, arms wrapped around her frame. “I c-c-can’t go b-back out there until I f-f-fix it.”

“Why didn’t you tell me it was busted?” He asked her, digging through a cabinet to find a blanket.

“I thought I f-f-fixed it. I g-g-otta take a b-b-better look at it-t.”

“Alright here,” He draped a blanket around her shoulder, then dropped to his knees and pulled down her underwear.

“W-W-Whoa, hey, this ain’t the t-t-t-time, B-Blake.”

“Shut up, Raven. I’m trying to get you warm.” He chuckled, tearing off his own shirt. “Skin on skin contact is better for heat transfer.” Once they were both nude, he collapsed them onto the small couch in the corner and wrapped them in the blanket. “There. Better? Fuck, you’re cold.”

She nodded. “T-T-Told you. But, this is g-g-good.” Raven went quiet for a moment, and he grew worried.

“Rae?”

“I’m here, I’m better.” She responded immediately. “It’s okay.”

“Okay.”

10:58 AM

“Bellamy.”

He jerked awake, lifting his head and squinting against artificial light in the room. Bellamy rarely slept on his stomach, only when he was truly exhausted—and he truly was. “What? What’s up?”

“Nothing.” Raven smiled, settling into bed. “You wanted me to wake you at eleven,”

Bellamy glanced at the clock. “It’s 10:58, I had two minutes, Reyes.”

“Oh, boo hoo.” He laid back down, this time on his back and stared up at Raven, who straddled his waist and settled herself with her hands on his chest. “I fixed the temperature regulator on the suit.”

“Are you sure?”

She smacked his chest. “Yes, I’m fucking sure. We tested it.”

“Can’t have you gettin’ cold, Reyes. Your feet are already a nightmare when you get in bed—can’t imagine your whole body.”

“My feet are not that cold.”

“Little icicles attached to your legs. That’s what your feet are.”

“I hate you so much.”

3:12 PM.

“So what are our options?” Monty broke the silence, perched on a beam above the rest of the group in the common area.

Raven sighed and leaned back into Bellamy’s arm, draped across the back of the bench they were sitting on. “I can go out there and fix it, make a temporary solar panel coating from the light wiring in the storage deck.”

“That sounds fine.” Murphy responded.

“It’s not all the way fine, Murphy. That means 10% of the Ring would have to go dark.” Monty sighed, tapping the back of his head against the metal.

“It’s more like six percent.” Raven corrected. “I wouldn’t able to control where it goes dark, so it could go dark in a storage facility or…the common room.”

Emori sighed. “So, it goes dark. What does that mean? We just won’t have light?”

“Right,” Raven nodded. “We could use the torches, but it means we’d have to charge them a lot more frequently depending on where it goes dark—”

“Which means we’re pulling more energy from something we need like heat or water purification,” Bellamy finished for her. “Well, shit, Reyes. You got a problem.”

“I do. But I’ll handle it. Let’s get the panel fixed, reboot the whole system and see where it goes dark.”

A smile spread across Bellamy’s face, staring down at Raven. “You got this.”

“I got you.” She replied.

8:19 PM

The door to his room opened, and Raven strode in, carrying a large bag with her. Bellamy lifted his head from the book in his lap, and offers Raven a smile. “Hey,” He greeted her warmly.

“Hey you. You missed dinner.”

“Yeah, sorry, I got caught up in some textbooks.”

“What kind of textbooks?” She questioned, pressing up the book with her fingers. “Basic Mechanics,” She read off. “Basic mechanics of what?”

“Uh, like fixing refrigerator units and changing oil in machines.” He shrugged. “Figured I got five years to learn everything I can about anything that could go wrong here, and on Earth.” Bellamy let a long sigh fall from his lips. “I hear you and Monty spoutin’ off about stuff and I have no idea what you’re talkin’ about. I’m just trying to keep up.”

Raven frowned, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “Bell,” She whispered, catching his gaze. “You know I think you’re smart, right?” She asked. “I think you’re smart.”

He scratched the back of his head. “I mean, I know a lot about history, about…about uh, writing…but—”

“Yeah, I don’t know shit about that. Like, the Battle you were telling me about two nights ago…what’s it called—Battle of Sparta? If you asked me when the Battle of Sparta happened, I couldn’t tell you.”

“Thermopylae.” Bellamy said.

“Huh?”

“Thermopylae, it was the Battle of Thermopylae—Spartans versus the Persians.”

“See!” She exclaimed. “So what, I can solve a thermonuclear physics equation in less than an hour, but you know about shit that happened thousands of years ago. You know the importance of history, and documenting things. You tell stories. That’s important, Bellamy.”

A half-smile lifted his face, and he averted his eyes as a blush fills the apples of his cheeks. Raven leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the space between his brows. “You wanna make a deal?” He asked gently.

“What kind of deal?”

“Every day, you teach me somethin…scienc-y and I’ll tell you about a historical event.”

She nodded. “That sounds perfect. In five years you’re gonna be building a solar panel and I can tell the crew every myth in the book.”

11:23 PM.

“Bellamy,” Her voice is calmer this time, as to not startle him in the dead silence of space and the deep dark of their bedroom. He hummed in response, reaching out and patting her exposed thigh. Raven pulled him towards her, and he rolled on top of her, lips finding hers even in his half-awake state. Her movements become rushed, lifting his shirt off his frame and tossing it into the darkness.

“Again?” He chuckled, nipping at her collar bone. Raven wrapped her legs around his waist and moaned into his ear. “Again.” Bellamy nodded, reaching between their bodies to pull her underwear down to her knees. “Twice in one night, Rae? You’re getting a little greedy.”

“Well, it is my birthday after all.”

“Not for another…” He glanced at the clock. “Not for another thirty-seven minutes. Don’t jump the gun, Reyes.” She smirked and he freed one of her breasts from the confines of her tight bralette. His mouth attached, swirling his tongue around the bud.

“Shut up, Blake.”

“Yes ma’am,” He muttered, then pushed inside her.

12:09 AM.

“Raven,” He breathed into the night.

“Hm?”

“Happy birthday.”

She smiled. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

5:04 AM

“Systems check?” Raven asked over the radio and Bellamy glanced at the screen.

“You’re all green, Reyes. Take your birthday spacewalk.”

“I’ll take it after the panel is fixed.”

“Well, since Monty hasn’t finished stripping the wire, you can’t. So, take your birthday spacewalk.”

“Fine,” She almost sounds disappointed.

Once she’s outside the doors, he picks up the radio again. “Does it look any different now that your eyes are a little older?”

Raven laughed. “Nah, same old boring space.” She goes quiet for a bit, just staring into the black. “It looks a little less endless.” She admitted.

“Yeah,” Bellamy nodded. “After I met you, it started looking a little less scary too.”

“You’re such a cornball, Bellamy.”

“Only for you, Reyes. Enjoy it. Hurry it up, though. You got an algae salad birthday breakfast and some alone time with your wonderful, appreciative boyfriend when you get back.”

“Ten-four, big chicken.”

“Happy Birthday, space case.”

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taegijae-blog · 7 years

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BREAKFAST DELIVERY 10

pairing: 2jae

genre: fluff, if you squint there’s angst

word count: 3k

description: the school’s hottest boy im jaebum wants to get a certain boy’s number. but the first problem is: he’s unhappy and not eating.

status: completed

note: this was originally posted on wakaba’s wattpad @/jaeholics

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Thank God the day following that event was a Saturday, otherwise he'd have to shamefully face the two hearts he managed to break in one day.

Jaebum rolled around in his bed, hugging on the blankets, mumbling incoherently to himself. He felt like absolute garbage. Seeing that his alarm clock read 10:37, he slumped out of bed and dragged himself down to the bathroom. The house was empty as usual, meaning he could totally throw a party that night. If, you know, he didn't feel like dying. As he squirted some toothpaste onto his toothbrush and madly scrubbed his pearly whites, he groaned as he stared at himself in the mirror. He knew he was a good looking guy whose looks would attract mostly every gal or guy. After rinsing out his mouth, he smacked some water across the mirror and blurred the reflection of his sad-looking self. For once, he wished he was ugly. Jaebum tiredly zombie-walked his way over to the kitchen, checking the fridge for any food that possibly could've been left for him. Seeing that it was empty except for some eggs and milk, he already knew that his plans would be to go out for both lunch and dinner. Opening a cupboard, he grabbed a box of fruity cereal and dumped it into a ceramic bowl, pouring milk in after doing so. His dear cat, Nora, crawled up to his feet and rubbed herself against the skin lovingly. "At least you're here," he muttered under his breath, slurping some milk from his bowl as he made his way to the couch. He turned on the television and stared dully at the skin, allowing his pet to crawl onto his lap and rest there. Realizing that he hadn't checked his phone in a while, Jaebum reached for it since it was laying on the coffee table. He turned it on, only to be met with over a hundred missed text messages. annoyed, he unlocked his phone and saw that a particular someone added him to a chat group overnight after he fell asleep, which was the main cause of the overload of messages. He squinted at his screen while he scrolled through the messages. It took him a while to realize that those numbers were familiar to him: Jackson Wang, Park Jinyoung, and Choi Youngjae. The last message was sent a few hours ago, so he didn't bother sending anything to indicate that he read the chat. He put down his bowl of breakfast and became invested into the conversation they were having, feeling more and more uneasy. Nora jumped onto the table and quietly drank some of the milk as Jaebum's foot tapped in anxiousness. wango, 2 others [jype]: i'm muting this chat btw [wango]: bro I just want u to listen to my proposal [c.youngjae]: why do you even have my number?? [wango]: thats not important just listen rn [wango]: so jb hyung's like super depressed aight? [wango]: I HOPE HES READING THIS BTW WINK WINK [jype]: winking in text doesn't do anything [wango]: anyway [wango]: i want all three of you to meet up [wango]: and work this out together [wango]: i'm not going to interfere bc this is a u guys issue!! [wango]: u gotta fix it urselves arasso?? [c.youngjae]: ...how tho [wango]: there's a nice place in town [wango]: it's called Cafe A [wango]: all of three meet up there by 3 and talk it out!! [wango]: idc if you're busy or not [wango]: (unless ur planning to meet ur family bc then please go ahead and do that first family is first priority) [wango]: ARASSO?? [jype]: our 'talk' isnt going to last long, you know. [jype]: theres not much I can say

[jype]: it's always been a one sided thing anyway [jype]: i know he likes youngjae way more than he likes me [jype]: and i'm okay with that. [jype]: i just don't want to be thrown away because of that 'love' he has for him. [jype]: you reading this, youngjae? [c.youngjae]: yes, hyung... [jype]: good. [jype]: i don't hate you or anything. it's not like that.

[jype]: it's true that ive liked him since middle school [jype]: but I always knew that it'd ended up being like this [jype]: and how he isn't the kind of person to fall for his best friend [jype]: so I prepared myself for when this sort of thing happens [jype]: it won't bother me, youngjae. go ahead and date him. [c.youngjae]: hyung, i [c.youngjae]: ...you have to understand that i don't really like him at the moment [c.youngjae]: i'm not sure if i'd agree to that [jype]: that's a shame [jype]: because a really great guy has a huge crush on you [jype]: and it's a waste for you to be ignorant about that. [wango]: ... [wango]: hoh my god [wango]: i'm a rly good problem fixer

[wango]: jinyoung?

[wango]: u still there?

[wango]: i guess not

[jype]: i have plans for today. i'm not going to that cafe. [wango]: oh [wango]: well I guess it's fine now since u guys talked it out!! yeah!!! [wango]: youngjae, don't be discouraged! [wango]: both jaebum-hyung and jinyoung r amazing people [wango]: even tho they seem rly scary and act cold [wango]: its just their way of caring [wango]: ive known them for a long time [wango]: theyre literally the best friends ive ever had [wango]: jinyoung is a rly wise person, there's always a good reason to whatever he does [wango]: jaebum-hyung has sides to him that r like a dad or big brother that u can rely on [wango]: ... [wango]: youngjae??? [c.youngjae]: yeah [c.youngjae]: i'm listening [c.youngjae]: thank you, hyung [wango]: no problem man

[wango]: now go get that dick [c.youngjae]: ???? [wango]: jk jk lol [wango]: r u going to meet up w Jaebum-hyung at the cafe? it's a rly nice place I swear [c.youngjae]: maybe [c.youngjae]: i haven't heard what he says tho... [wango]: aw true [wango]: let me spam him brb [c.youngjae]: wait don't spam him;; what if he's just asleep?

[wango]:

ugh ur too nice

[wango]:

fine I won't

[wango]:

i'll go spam markiepooh instead♥️♥️

[c.youngjae]:

...right

[c.youngjae]: the other number in this chat is Jaebum-hyung, right?

[wango]: yep!! slide into his dms boy

[c.youngjae]: ;;

Jaebum instantly realized the doom he was about to face.

"No, no, no, no, no!" He literally screamed at his phone, trying to do everything to prevent Youngjae from knowing.

It was probably too late.

[c.youngjae]: ?

[c.youngjae]: wait

[c.youngjae]: but

[c.youngjae]: ;;

[c.youngjae]: isnt that defsoul-hyung's number...

[c.youngjae]: ...it is

[c.youngjae]: hyung.

[c.youngjae]: ... [jaybee]: are you mad at me? [c.youngjae]: no

[c.youngjae]: even though I did just find out you were double tricking me

[jaybee]: i never meant to make fun of you or anything

[jaybee]: about that party

[jaybee]: i knew bambam only as 'def soul'

[jaybee]: i'm sure you can also tell that he doesn't like me bc im known as that rude, popular shit called im jaebum

[jaybee]: and rapmon told me to come anyway

[jaybee]: btw his real name is namjams

[c.youngjae]: what's your point

[jaybee]: i want to have a second chance

[jaybee]: i know ive been a horrible person, hiding behind two identities just so I could talk to you

[jaybee]: please

[jaybee]: i only ever wanted to cheer you up

[c.youngjae]: ...

[c.youngjae]: i feel stupid for sending you all those messages

[c.youngjae]: no wonder you knew where I was and that I didn't have an umbrella

[c.youngjae]: i feel like you've played me and you probably did

[c.youngjae]: but the def soul hyung I know is a caring person

[c.youngjae]: and if youre him

[c.youngjae]: then I can hope that your kindness is just as genuine

[c.youngjae]: because I think it's impossible to fake kindness like that

[c.youngjae]: let's meet up at three and talk

[jaybee]: i'll be there

[jaybee]: i won't be late.

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His phone read 2:57 by the time he spotted Jaebum. He was standing right outside the promised cafe, scrolling through his own phone with his legs crossed. It surprised Youngjae to see that he was wearing a pair of wire-rimmed glasses and an oversized sweater, contrary to his usual attire of trendy clothes that showed off his nice build. He looked pretty hot, to be honest. Youngjae shook that thought out of his mind and approached Jaebum, acting as though he wasn't just staring at him a minute prior. "It isn't 3 yet," Youngjae said quietly, stuffing his hands into his hoodie. "I've been here for ten minutes. I just didn't want to be late," Jaebum replied with a tiny grin as if he wanted the younger's approval. Youngjae scoffed and went ahead into the building, ruining the other's plans of opening the door for him. They went up to the counter, both of them staring at the menu in a similar way. Both of their eyes twitched, cursing at Jackson mentally. "I'm glad Jinyoung decided not to come," Jaebum whispered to the other, faking a smile for the person behind the cash register. "Welcome to Cafe A, one of the first couples' cafe in this town," she smiled enthusiastically, probably a bit overwhelmed on the inside because she had two male customers coming together in her hands. Youngjae hid his face into a hand in embarrassment, and Jaebum wanted to die on the spot. "Would you like to order our monthly special 'love potions?'" she asked, pointing to the piece of paper on the counter. "No," Youngjae and Jaebum said simultaneously. Flustered because of how rude that sounded, Jaebum laughed sheepishly and shook his head. "I'll just have an iced Americano. And, Youngjae..." Youngjae squinted at the menu above them, saying, "I'll have some water." Jaebum's face abruptly switched to one of shock, nudging the younger gently with his elbow. 'Eat,' he mouthed. Youngjae grumbled, feeling like he was just scolded by his mother. "Nevermind. I'll have a melon smoothie." "Alright. that will be ₩6,500." His hand reached into his pocket to grab his wallet, but the taller Jaebum stopped him before he could go any further. Instead, he took out his own wallet and paid using a card. Youngjae squinted his eyes at the other. I bet he just wanted to show off. Stupid seniors. "Thank you. Please come to pick up your order once this starts to buzz," she said while handing over the circular device to Youngjae, who almost dropped it.To the surprise of both, she leaned forward and gestured for them to come closer. "The third floor is popular with... couples like you two," she whispered with a grin. Both boys shook their heads, trying to insist that they weren't that sort of couple. She didn't listen, only grinning happily. 'You guys are so cute!' she mouthed while making a thumbs up, leaving the two speechless as they searched for a table. "Maybe we should go to the third floor," Youngjae was heard mumbling. "But we're not a couple, unfortunately," Jaebum remarked, putting emphasis on the last word to express that he really did think it was unfortunate. "I mean, I'd be more than happy if we were, but-" "The people here are staring at us." Youngjae gestured with a subtle tilt of his chin, completely ignoring what the other had to say. It was true, though; quite a few of the other couples enjoying their food seemed to be whispering at the two. Jaebum scoffed and marched towards the staircase, Youngjae following quickly to avoid any more odd gazed from anyone there. As promised by the girl at the cash register, the third floor was filled with... ...gay. Youngjae's eyes couldn't ignore the variety(?) of couples that were there, enjoying their time together. At one table in the corner, there was someone resembling a llama sitting across from someone who appeared like a girl. He couldn't tell, that person just had long hair. At the opposite side of the room, he spotted a couple that consisted of someone narrow-eyed with bright mint hair, nodding at his partner, who had a radiant smile, while he ranted. At another table they passed by were two people who didn't stand out in particular except that they seemed to be speaking completely in Chinese. Beside their table were two rather young looking guys, the foreign-looking one teaching his partner how to say simple words in English. "I don't think there are any open tables, hyung..." Youngjae remarked with a pout after searching around the room. Jaebum nodded, thinking that they might end up having to sit outside or something. Just then, someone tapped his arm. he turned around to see two rather tall guys sitting at the table nearby, one of them looking highly emo. "Are you looking for a table? Ae can just move our stuff, there's space for you guys," the person who tapped his arm offered, his canine teeth showing as he smiled. "Oh, sure. Thank you." Once the other guys moved their belongings, Youngjae took the seat that was on the cushiony couch and Jaebum sat on the chair. "Are you guys from JYP high?" the person asked, sipping on his ice coffee. Jaebum nodded, leaning back while putting an arm over the chair in an assertive way. "We're from Pledis," he replied, making Jaebum go “Ooh.” No wonder they were wearing nice clothes and looked as though they had their hair done professionally. Although Pledis was a small school, it was a costly place to attend and its students sure did prove that. "God, I would've screamed if you guys were from SM." Almost everyone in the room quieted down when hearing that name as though it was a taboo. SM's school had the roughest teachers and classes by far, and its roughness most likely rubbed off on its students. The device Youngjae held flashed red lights out of nowhere and started buzzing, startling him. Jaebum took it from his hand and headed downstairs in order to grab their drinks. Once he was gone, the high-key emo person who hadn't said a thing leaned over to Youngjae. "Your boyfriend's hot," he said quietly. Youngjae's face flashed a bright pink. "He's not my boyfriend! I'm not dating him," he argued and pouted again. "Really? I think he likes you from the way he looks at you, though," the person sitting across said with a wiggle of his eyebrows. "What's his name?" "Im Jaebum." Someone dropped their fork in the distance as the person almost choked on his straw. "That's... him? He's Im Jaebum?" he asked, clearly as confused as Youngjae was. someone a few tables next to them whispered, “Holy shit, that was Im Jaebum?” "Yes?" Youngjae tilted his head, not understanding what all the fuss was about. "Goodness," he sighed while shaking his head. "He's a literal legend at Pledis." Youngjae's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean by that?" "How do you, his boyfriend, not know about this?" he fanned himself with his hand, accidentally hitting himself in the face. Embarrassed, he cleared his throat. "Anyway, the Pledis legend. Im Jaebum. He used to go to Pledis for his freshman year, I think. But somehow, he ended up becoming the school's first ever student to be full on expelled." Youngjae's mouth dropped when hearing this. He wasn't even sure if his best friends Jinyoung or Jackson knew about this. "One of the biggest idol companies—you know, the ones with idol groups and all that—scouted him during his freshman year, right on our campus. The story about that flew all over school and he became a living legend. Everyone wanted to his friend." "How come you didn't recognize him earlier if he's that well known?" Youngjae asked in a dazed tone, not quite able to wrap his head around all the information he just absorbed. "Are you kidding me? He used to be one of the shortest guys in the class. He had mushroom hair and wore huge glasses every day." "Okay..." Youngjae peered over to the staircase to see if was Jaebum was back or not. He wanted to hear more of the details, wishing he wouldn't be back for another five minutes. "Well, why was he expelled?" "There was this group of seniors that made fun of him a lot, and I guess he was just fed up with him," he explained with a shrug, shaking around his cup. "What did he do?" "He poisoned them." That was the point where Youngjae didn't believe the story anymore. "No, that's stupid—" "He baked them a nice batch of cookies that made them vomit the next day. They told the principal on him," the boy paused in order to snap his fingers, "and just like that, he was gone." Youngjae was speechless, only his eyes blinking as the rest of his body was frozen. He was so confused, mostly because he couldn't believe that someone who seemed genuinely kind like the 'Def Soul' person he knew would do such thing. At the staircase, he could see a glimpse of Jaebum walking up with two cups in his hands. "Are you afraid that he'll do something like that again?" the person asked. "If you are, I don't think you should be. I can tell his attitude has changed a lot since freshman year, and he's probably trying to get a fresh start." Jaebum sat back down in his seat across from the still shocked Youngjae. He waved his hand in front of him, wondering if he was even alive. "Yah, Im Jaebum!" the person smacked his arm out of nowhere. “What—ah, shit," Jaebum cursed under his breath once he realized that that person currently attended pledis, the place of his unforgettable past. "I can't believe it's actually you. hey, i'm mingyu. remember me?" Jaebum's eyes widened as though he was reminded of something unpleasant, but he played it cool and sighed. "Yes, yes, I do. What do you want?" The one sitting across from mingyu tapped his watch, indicating something about time. He nodded his head and hurriedly threw on his jacket, grabbing his things. "Sorry, I would talk more but there's something I have to do." Before he left the table, he leaned down towards Jaebum's ear and whispered softly.

“Don't break that cutie's heart, okay?”

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