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mysticalrambling · 3 years

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Hey there hope you are doing well🥰🥰🥰Saw you were open to blurb request...can you please write a fluff related to my second steve rogers x reader story...where the reader forgives steve after his tiresome efforts to win back his family..Like can you write about how a domestic sunday willl be in their lives Steve's, reader's and Ollie's? how they will enjoy breakfasta and Steve enjoys the day with his wife and son❤❤❤

A/N: This is basically an alternative ending to Regretting his Decisions. The original one basically ended in all angst so I hope you guys like this as well. It is totally different from the first one. Just something new :)

Regretting His Decisions (S.R)

Steve Rogers AU (Fan fiction Masterlist)

Summary: Steve and reader come together after she forgives him for all the things that he had done in the past. Now, they are spending a Sunday together with their son, Oliver. It is all fluff.

Warning: None. Fluff all the way.

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There were times when you thought that you shouldn’t have forgiven Steve because society thought that you were in a toxic relationship. They thought that he shouldn’t have come back into your life as he chose Peggy. But Tony told you the real reason. Peggy had hijacked the time machine and Steve had to spend his whole life in the past to rebuild that time machine. That’s why he didn’t come back to you.

However, Steve came back to you like he promised he would. He got Scott to help him reverse the past and become his old self. He was going to choose you and that’s what mattered the most. Your husband knew that the things he did in the start of your marriage were cruel and he didn’t deserve you. But he had suffered a lot and he was truly in love with you. That’s why you gave him a chance. You deserved to be happy as well and your family needed a proper chance.

At first, your interaction was just limited to Oliver and you lived separately even though you knew the truth. It was hard to forgive him for the things he had actually done like belittling you or abandoning you. But as time progressed, you saw how he was with your son and how he treated you with nothing but respect.

Steve gave you as much space as you needed and he was there for you when you needed him. He was there when your library burnt down during a fire hazard. He was there to console you when your parents suddenly died in a car crash. He was there when Ollie broke his arm while playing football. He was always there and that’s what got you to eventually open up to him. You finally asked to try again and for him to move into the house. Your family was happy and that’s what mattered. Other people can go to hell.

“Stevie, mommy needs pancakes.” Your three year old was sitting on the counter with his legs swinging back and forth. He was currently arguing with his father about your breakfast preference because apparently he knew you better than your husband.

“No, Mommy loves waffles. You want pancakes so you’re telling me to make them.” The little boy had been up for the past two hours because he had a nightmare. He always wanted to cuddle with his father afterwards and now, he was angry. “I’m your dad, buddy. Not Stevie.”

“But Mommy calls you Stevie.” He whined as he jumped in his place. Steve was quick to hold him in his place before he could fall. Oliver was never afraid to get hurt because he healed too quickly. The serum running through his veins always made him feel like a super hero. In a way, he was but Steve was always worried about him.

“She can do that. Not you.” At this point, he was just messing with his son.

“I can, Stevie.” Oliver asserted his point.

“Okay, buddy. Can I call you Ollie then?” This was going to get interesting, really fast.

“No! Mommy calls me that name only.” Giving him a pointed look, Steve laughed out loud. “Okay, daddy. I get it now.”

“Good boy. Now, let’s start making the breakfast.” Tying an apron around himself, he started taking out all the ingredients.

It was Sunday so you didn’t have work today. You always slept in late on Sundays and Steve always made sure that you got your much needed rest. A twelve hour job and a hyper three year old sucked out most of your energy so he didn’t like to disturb you for anything. Morning breakfast was your family’s tradition.

Steve didn’t know how to cook properly but you never complained. His burnt french toasts are better than any five star chicken steal and that was saying a lot. You loved him too much to ever say that you didn’t want to eat the breakfast made by him. It was such a sweet gesture that you teared up whenever you saw them entering the room with a tray in their hands.

“Baby, you have to hold on to the vase tightly.” Your husband’s hushed voice filtered through the door and woke you up from your deep slumber. Footsteps echoed through the wooden floor and soon the door opened.

“Mommy!!! Look I made you breakfast.” Jumping on the bed, he completely forgot about the vase of pink flowers and dropped them on the bed.

“Oh, thank you, baby.” Oliver’s knee accidentally hit you in the stomach and knocked the breath out of your lung. Gasping, you slightly cradled your child, “Be careful, bubs.”

“Sorry, mommy.”

Laughing, Steve corrected his son, “Oliver, we both made the breakfast and I did most of the work.”

“I beat waffle mixture.”

“You dropped it all on the kitchen counter. Not the same thing, baby.” He got up on the bed but still was not a match for his father’s height.

“I made it. I’m better than you.”

Interrupting them before Oliver truly got angry, “My baby is better than everyone. Stevie, don’t tease him.”

“’kay, darling.” He raised his hands in surrender and joined you both on the bed.

Steve was thankful for his little family and he tried to spend every waking moment with them. He didn’t want to miss the special moments so he made sure to take time off from missions. Nothing was more important than his family. There was still regret in his heart for treating you like crap in the early years of marriage. He would never forgive himself for the heinous acts that he committed. He will spend every moment making it up to you.

Finishing the breakfast with a lot of teasing and jokes, you went to get ready for the day. Meanwhile, your husband took Oliver to his room and gave him a shower. Oliver was a total boy in the sense that he ran away from the idea of shower. Only Steve could make him sit in a tub long enough to actually bathe him and by the end of it, no one knew who actually showered. Steve would emerge out of the washroom with water dripping down his hair and drenched clothes.

Today was no different. ”Help this little devil with his clothes while I go change.”

“Aw. Thank you, babe.” You tried to hold in your laughter when you saw his condition but you couldn’t help it.

“Next time, you’re doing it.”

“Sure sure.” Pecking him on the lips, you went into Ollie’s closet. He always said this but he was there to take your son before you could even think about taking him to shower. He would never admit it but he liked this chore. It was a bonding time for him and Oliver.

For today you all agreed that it would be best to just relax around the house. With the upcoming Hydra missions, the media had been loitering around your house to have an interview with Steve. You both decided that the best way to attain some privacy would be to stay home.

“Incredible, please!” The little boy sitting on your lap looked at you with puppy dog eyes that you didn’t have the heart to refuse.

“But we have watched that movie a hundred times.” Steve whined from his place on the couch.

“Not a hundred times, daddy. Just seven times.” Counting on his fingers, he showed you both eight fingers instead of seven.

“That’s eight fingers, baby.” You put one of his fingers down and squished his cheeks. He was too cute for his own good. “And we can watch it one more time but that’s it.”

Steve knew that he would be outnumbered in this match so he just gave up. At this point, he knew the dialogues by heart. But he preferred this over being lonely. He stocked up on all the snacks a day before so you were all set for a movie marathon. It was going to be really fun.

In between the movie, Oliver made you sing all the songs and you all cried when Mufasa died. Even Steve had slight tears in his eyes. Fate was cruel to the Lion King and he could never think of leaving his family alone. It was too much but then the happy ending always brought him joy. This movie truly was a true roller coaster.

“I wanna watch Boss Baby now.” The little boy demanded as soon as credits rolled in.

“Okay, boss.”

“He truly is the boss, isn’t he?” You looked down at the snuggled up child on the couch.

“Yes, he is.” Ruffling his hair, Steve gave his son an adoring smile.

The whole day, you kept going through movies that were demanded by Oliver and around five, you all fell asleep on the couch. It was a really good nap and you woke up before both your boys. You made them dinner because you wanted to eat proper food. Steaks and broccoli was the best option so you went with it.

“You made dinner?” The two hands snaking around your waist startled for you a second but you relaxed when you heard his voice.

“Yeah. Got up before you guys so just thought to start working on dinner.” You kept your hands on the side of his face while he nuzzled his face in your neck. He was extra clingy today and you loved that about him.

“Okay, I loved spending time with you both today.”

“We both did as well. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You were interrupted before you could kiss your husband.

“I’m hungry!” Oliver came waltzing into the kitchen and Steve picked him up.

Both of you looked at each other before saying it together, “We love you, Ollie.”

“Family hug!” Your son was demanding and you both would never deny his wishes. Your family was too cute and you loved them too much.

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quirklessidiot · 4 years

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Title: voicemail [one-shot] Pairing: gn!reader x kuroo tetsuro (age up characters) Genre: angst with a fluffy ending

Synopsis: You say good morning, when it's midnight Going out of my head, alone in this bed I wake up to your sunset and it's driving me mad I miss you so bad. [this request kuroo + angst + ldr]

Warnings: some bad language but other than that none Notes: heavily inspired by simple plan’s jet lag ngh, hope you enjoy it anon. i def had fun writing this. Kuroo was my first love in haikyuu HAHHSHSS T-T

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“Hey this is kuroo tetsurou, i’m currently busy right now, just leave a message after the beep.”

“Hey it’s me…” you paused, “How are you? I haven’t heard from you in a while. Uh- Kenma visited me yesterday, he told me that you secured a new deal. I-I just wanted to congratulate you...and-well, i miss you. Call me when you’re not busy, alright? I-I love you.”

The apartment turns silent after you end the call, your head throbbing at the thought of your third unanswered voicemail. Were you being overbearing? Would he find you annoying? You shut your eyes tight, all this overthinking at this time of the day.

Maybe it would’ve been better to just pass the message on to Kenma.

You let out a loud groan as you dropped yourself on the bed.

Man, when people told you that long distance relationships would be hard, you laughed it off, saying that you and tetsu wouldn’t feel that way. You were both open and too much in love, trivial things like time zones and miles away wouldn’t break you two apart.

Yet right now, you weren’t so confident to say that out loud. It was easier at first, following a scheduled facetime at least twice a week at most and a short call when you both had time everyday. As months pass though, the little schedule you promised to keep up was dwindling.

When he called, you were busy or you were dead tired from work. When you called, he was either asleep too or busy scouting some people on volleyball leagues. The face times would just turn to very short conversations or a curt message.

Now this happened, its been a week since you haven’t heard from him and it was Kenma who had told you about his little victory at work.

What happened to weekly updates?

Were you just overthinking?

You furrowed your brows together as you turned to the abandoned cellular phone next to you, maybe this was nothing. Maybe he was just tired or maybe he was worried he’d disturb your sleeping time (he feels awfully bad when he does that), maybe he just told Kenma to tell you since he wasn’t good at figuring out the timezone things (after all, Kenma barely slept so he’d definitely be a good messenger)

Yeah, maybe that was the case.

Things returned to normal after that one week of no replies and it bothered you even more, why couldn’t he apologize? Did he not see the voicemails you sent? Did he not notice the nervousness in your tone when you sent that last message?

You feel your stomach clench as if you’re on a high up roller coaster about to go down.

God, why were you even overthinking? You sound like one of those girls that Kuroo and you would make fun of back then in high school.

A small ding resonates in the quiet apartment and you see a text from the man himself,

From: Tetsu Time: 09:00 pm Can’t facetime tonight :( Work has me by the neck.

To: Tetsu Time: 09:01 It’s fine :D Take care of yourself and just text me when you’re done. I love you.

You shut your phone off and ran your hands through your dry hair, moments later, you realize he doesn’t reply and the feeling of uneasiness does not waver.

It just worsens.

“Y/N, you alright there?” Kenma asks, it’s sunny today and you manage to drag Kenma out of his not-so little hideout. The man needed some sun, he was getting extra pale these days but these days, it seemed like it was actually you that needed this break.

You immediately snapped out of your thoughts when you hear the low voice of your friend, “Yeah,” You laugh, scratching your neck, “Just peachy.”

Kenma Kozume was many things, observant is one of them. It was easy to notice how distressed you looked yet he didn’t know exactly why. Was it work? Did you and Kuroo fought? Weird, his friend hadn’t said anything and he seemed pretty happy when he called to check up on him this morning at three am.

“Is something going on at work, Y/N?”

“Yeah,” you try to mask your overthinking by something else, knowing Kenma he’d voice out your worries to Kuroo and right now that was the least thing you wanted, “Something at work.”

“Don’t overthink about it Y/N. I’m sure you’re doing a great job.”

‘Yeah.’ you thought bitterly, ‘Don’t overthink about it.’

The low sound of your laptop ringing resonates throughout the room as you do your own nails, you immediately shoot-up to see Kuroo’s name on the screen, you dive on the front of your laptop and click answer, his face immediately occupying the screen, “Kitten!” he exclaims.

Your worries are gone as soon as you hear that voice, yes, this was fine. He was alright. You were both alright.

“H-hey, baby.” You try to control your voice.

“You alright there?” his brows furrowed, “Am I disturbing your sleep again-”

“No!” You suddenly cry out, “N-No, it’s just...I haven’t seen you in so long, I guess.”

Kuroo’s gaze immediately softens, “Oh, Y/N...Baby, I’m so sorry…”

God, you wanted to touch him so bad. You want to lay next to him and wake up to his face like before, you wanted to be selfish right now and just cry and beg him to come home.

“No, It’s fine.” You suck it up, “It’s probably just the late night dramas I’ve been watching that’s got me missing you.”

His deep chuckle resonates in your quiet room and you start to feel alright until you hear someone call his name, “Oh shit.” He cursed, “I have to get back, Baby. Boss wants me, again.”

Your expression shifts to an uncharacteristic frown, “Right, bye. I-I love you.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

The screen turns black once again and the bile on your throat begins to rise, the feeling of dread turning worse.

Who were you kidding, long distance relationships were shit.

You were feeling like shit.

You stare at the fish fillet in front of you, it's midday and your day off from work. If it were your usual day, you’d facetime your boyfriend while doing some paperwork but after that brief videocall. You became more withdrawn, your texts would become curt and you didn’t bother leaving messages on his voicemail anymore.

You didn’t have facetimes anymore too.

Yet you keep your phone next to you, hoping he’d still call and when he does, your can’t help it but your replies are starting to get dry. Sometimes forced even yet Kuroo doesn’t notice, he never does.

So when he finally calls again that time at lunch and is once again cut off by his workmates, you finally snap, “...Why are we still doing this?” your voice was rough and dry.

Kuroo is silent on the other line, the only thing that could be heard was his office mate calling him.

“Kitten, what do you mean? Are you okay?”

“Forget it.Just go.”

“Y/N?” His tone was serious now, all playfulness void, “I thought we were doing fine-”

“Thought.” You shakily cut him off, “You thought.”

“Y/N, you seriously - look- I don’t have time for this.”

That was the final straw, your tipping point. Those words were your Achilles heel.

“Then we should just break up, right?”

The only thing that could be heard was the silence on his side and your fast heartbeat. Guess you got your answer and as much as you hated it, you could only handle so much.

“Hey this is Y/N, I’m out now and kinda busy so just leave a message after a beep, yeah?”

“It’s me.” Kuroo’s voice echoes through the walls, “Y/N baby, please pick up the phone. I’m sorry. You know I didn’t mean it that way. I was an ass. I should’ve kept our promise. Please call me when you get this”

A loud beep echoes throughout the room after his message is cut.

“It’s me again. I miss you and I’m sorry. I really am, I miss you so bad. Can we facetime? Same time as usual, I promise I won’t let work get in the way again. Please call me back when you receive this.”

A loud beep once again echoes through the quiet walls of your room.

“Y-Y/N.” Kuroo stammers, “sweetheart, I-I asked Kenma to check on you. He brought a meal and well I know its a far fix from what I did but just eat well, yeah? He says you haven’t been looking well and I worry. I love you always, y-you know that right?”

Before the next message could play, you grab your phone and shut it off. A soft sigh escaping your lips. It had been two weeks since that breakup. You wouldn’t say you were doing well yet you wouldn’t say that the burden was lifted either.

You were just so confused at the moment, so withdrawn. The world seemingly void of color without your lover truly next to you anymore.

You slowly snuggle on his side of the bed, shutting your eyes. You might as well start moving your things when you wake up tomorrow, no sense in staying at your shared apartment.

You’re awoken by a familiar warmth caressing your hair. You flutter your eyes open, trying to adjust your vision to the room's dim light, the familiar figure of the man you missed and dearly loved sitting across you in a suit. His bags are thick as if he hadn’t slept in a while and his hair’s unkempt more than usual.

“I’m sorry.” the first thing he says.It's soft and warm like his touches, “I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“Y-You..” It slowly dawns upon you that this isn’t a dream, that he’s right here, “You’re here.”

“Sorry it took so long, Y/N.” He apologies once again, dipping his head down to give you a soft kiss on your forehead. You sit up and suddenly all the tears burst out as you throw yourself to him in a hug, “I was too busy getting my work done so I could be assigned in this division earlier I hadn’t-”

“You’re home.” You cry, cutting off his explanation, it didn’t matter anymore. He was home and he was going to stay, “You’re finally home.”

“Yeah.” He whispers, “I’m here. I’m home.”

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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 4 years

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A Little Bit Like Home

You moving to school has been tougher than Calum would like to admit but there are some moments that make it easier to bear, there are small moments where it’s not so bad.

A continuation of these two blurbs (Blurb 1 and Blurb 2) Again it’s hella self indulgent. Inspired what really happened to me in my DnD campaign, see this post.

**Contains spoilers for the Waterdeep Heist from Dungeons & Dragons if you are currently playing that module!!!**

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“Can I make a perception check on the walls? See if there’s anything else funky in this room?” you ask, clicking over in your browser tab to the dice roller. The DM allows you to make that call and you click on the d20.

“Your the only one rolling well on those things tonight,” one member of your party, playing an Orc sent out to learn magic and getting packed in with your ragtag group, notes after their failed attempt to pick the lock. You managed to pick that that too, but you chalk it up to you being a Drow Rogue and lock picking being one of your skills.

“18,” you call out, looking back at your character sheet to make sure you’ve done the math correctly.

“18?” The DM asks, just to be sure. You nod. “Okay, so you look around the room and there’s not really anything worth noting besides some dirt and blood. But no traps, no buttons in this room.”

“This room,” the entire party echoes laughing. The six of you have just survived barely a lightning trap. Which you still refuse to admit to setting up, but it was definitely you since as the marching order had you in front.

“We’re going to have to go back to that mimic room,” the paladin of your group declares. Your party was warned that the room at the start of your adventure in this hell of a magic maze could be a trap and a mimic could be in the depths of it. But there was a chest still yet to be opened. However, you took the advice of your Orc and backed out of that room to avoid a fight just yet.

Your previous encounters in other rooms leaving some of your party is better shape than others. This early in your adventure together the five of you didn’t really want to risk loosing anyone just yet. Lightening and your pirates love of ale seemed to be your only foe at the moment.

“We should maybe just see what’s in here first,” Calum, playing as a Druid, counters. “Though it seems like if we find yet another key to a door that’s already been picked, it’s might be useless.”

You know the tease is directed at you. “Hey, look here buddy, I will not hesitate to shoot a quiver into your ass. I see a lock I’m going to pick it,” you defend.

“Besides,” your party’s pirate starts, “we’ve ducked a lot of rooms afraid of getting into another fight. If they pick a lock or two and we find the key later, at least we can add to the Bard’s collection.”

“Thank you,” you laugh.

Soon your party’s able to direct their attention back on the adventure and magic maze you’ve found yourself in. You and Calum end up smashing mirrors in a room to avoid any sort of magic in them that would cause your party to fight your soul doubles. This leads to a five minute debate of how to leave said room that didn’t involve shoving the unicorn that your party was tasked with finding up someone’s ass due to a riddle unveiled, Everything you see is mine.

“Wait,” you say, laughing at the argument about who can fit the unicorn into their mouth. It was deemed to be more dignified. Your pirate waits outside the room, still naked thanks to the magic that rips all the clothes, weapons, and armor off of anyone that attempts to leave the room. “Everything you see is mine. If the mirrors are smashed, then nothing can be seen right?”

“No, shards can be face up, so technically things can be seen,” the party’s Bard counters.

“No, no, you’re onto to something,” the pirate starts.

“Oh my god, we’re so fucking dumb,” the orc hollers. “Someone cover their eyes. You means us. Anything we can see can’t leave the room.”

Thankfully, you’re still dressed having only attempted to leave the room and letting others continue with their naked escapades. “Holy shit,” you shriek as you direct to your DM how you cover your face with your hood and hold it tight around your eyes so you can’t see anything and step through the door. You’re able to cross completely clothed, swords, crossbow, and pack still in tact.

“We’re so fucking STUPID,” you laugh.

Calum’s giggle cuts through the speakers of your laptop. “How were we so prepared to just be fucking naked through the rest of this maze?” He directs to the DM that he redresses, having also attempted several times to brute force the magic door with no success.

“We never speak of that,” the orc demands through their own laughter. “Never.”

The party comes to a stopping point about another hour later, saying goodbyes before leaving the Zoom meeting. Not even thirty seconds later after ending that call, an incoming FaceTime call comes from Calum. You answer it, wiping at the corner of your eyes. He’s grinning as the call finally connects. The weekend that Calum came up to visit, a friend in the cohort asked you if you’d be willing to going a beginner’s campaign. You had wanted to give the game a whirl but you knew it would be a time suck and asked if it was okay to bring someone else along too.

After getting a yes from the DM you know you had to convince Calum to join in. It took less effort than you thought for him to join in and the two of you spent a couple hours the night before picking out your characters before you emailed the information back to the DM. Now every Saturday night you and Calum spend about three hours in a Zoom getting into all sorts of trouble. He settled easily on the Druid but spent forever trying to find an artist rendering of his character, Okolian, that felt right. Long black hair with streaks of white was a must along with a single braid as well, which he stole from your character’s look though your hair is all white.

Slowly, it was decided that Okolian would have blue skin muscular, but not overly buff and refused to wear sleeves in order to wear leather arm bands around his biceps which could easily be mistaken for tattoos or markings of his people. Okolian prefers his staff but is also armed with a sickle and mace. The Calum touch of course was to add ferns rather than feathers.

“I can’t believe you were going to let me be the one to have to figure out the unicorn,” Calum teases.

“Hey, it was only six inches. Not that bad.”

He sputters his laughter. “Is that payback for calling you out for picking all the locks?”

“I would never do such a thing but maybe.”

“Anything else on the agenda for tonight?”

“No not really. Whatever work there is out in the world, I’ll get to it tomorrow. What about you? The night’s still young.”

Calum shrugs. “A friend was supposed to get back to me about drinks tonight, but I haven’t heard anything yet. If he gets back within the hour or so, I’ll probably tag along but if not, it’s not a big deal. But you never did tell me about last night. How’d that go?”

You cover your face for a second, remember how many drinks were consumed the night previously. Calum laughs at the slightly panicked look that crosses your face. “There was two drinks too many past my usual limit and I felt it. Big time,” you answer.

He’s glad to hear you getting out more. It’s in turned made him feel a bit better about getting back to his normal routine, getting dinner more with the guys or other friends. Missing you doesn’t hurt so bad anymore for Calum. He feels most often right before he’s going to bed, when he’d normally curl up into your side and open his arms wide for you to curl up into him. But it hurts less during the day.

Getting used to the cohort and getting out a couple Friday’s in the month has helped you as well. You don’t feel so chained to your phone, don’t feel so beholden to being there for every text right away. It’s still hard when you start to cook dinner and almost reach out for a second plate still by habit. And in the morning when you’re fixing your cup of coffee your brain still wants to pull down a second cup. Sometimes you do. Sometimes you just give in because you need it. Need to let yourself sit with those feelings.

“I’ll be sticking with cider after last night,” you tease. “Wine makes me myself too much. Never doing that again.”

Calum’s been privileged to see you wine drunk a couple of times and he can already imagine the type of trouble you nearly got yourself in. “Is your picture on the wall at the bar?”

“Not that bad, but close,” you giggle.

“What am I going to do with you?”

It’s just a joke but for a moment it makes you pause--what’s going to happen when you go back for break? Are things going to be different? Most of your clothes and things are still there though slowly more and more has been shipped to you. Is Duke going to remember you? Miss you too?

“Promise me the house isn’t too different?”

Calum furrows his brows, head titling just a little to the side. “What do you mean, baby?”

“Like without me, is it all going to be different when I come back?”

“It’s all pretty much the same here. Duke’s the king of the castle. Still have plenty of hoodies for you to steal and your side of the bed still misses you. I still miss you.”

“No, I--I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like I don’t want you to find ways to cope but I don’t know. What if it never feels right? Like so much has been missed that I just won’t ever fit in again?”

Calum shakes his head. “Babe, no. You still belong. Your shoes still have space in the closet. Your mugs still sit in the cabinets. There is so much of you still here--it’s how I get through the days.”

Maybe that’s what’s rough for you. There’s not much of Calum at your place. There’s none of his dirty laundry that’s halfway hanging of laundry baskets and there’s no bass rumbling and there’s snoring next to you at night. It’s all you, which is nice. But you wish you had a little bit of Calum too.

“There’s none of you here,” you say softly.

“I can fix that.” It’s a steady confidence, a nod of his head at statement. “Don’t you worry.”

You two steer the conversation to something lighter before you call it a night. And it’s harder to get up the next morning, to peel yourself out of the sheets. But you do it, you push up with a grunt and get your day started. Coffee, a quick bowl of cereal and fruit. You call Calum right before lunch to check in and then get back to work.

As the days pass, the conversation the ache gets buried in some stress. However, you get a text about a package to get from the lockers at the front of your complex so shuffle down the path thinking it’s the new mattress pad you ordered. It shipped late last week but you hadn’t expected it to arrive this soon.

As the door swings open to the locker you spy Calum’s handwritten on the label of the package. What the hell had be gone and done? You pick up the box and kick the door close with your foot before taking it back up to your apartment. Setting the box down on the kitchen counter, you find the scissors and cut into it. Right on top is a small envelope with your name scribbled across it.

You said you didn’t have anything of me. So I knew I had to correct that. I hope they help. And a little thing from the old man, well not from him. But you’ll understand when you get to that.

Love you.

Digging into the box, you notice a few guitar pics, a couple extra t-shirt and then a long thin box. You pick it up, noticing it looks like a necklace. But with Calum you never can be sure. As you crack it open, you laugh, finding a gold chain staring up at you, attach to it is a tiny locket that as a paw print on it. You crack it open though and find a tiny picture of Calum and you inside of it and your eyes well with tears. It’s from your last vacation before you left for school, just two of you reclined on the beach and Calum kissing your temple.

You draft a text to Calum. Tell Duke it feels like home now.

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Scarlet & Hazel | Ch. 3

pairings: hoseok x reader x yoongi

genre: fluff, very light angst, smut (future)

word count: 6k

chapters: ch.1, ch.2, ch.3. ch.4

summary:

Just cause you’re living paycheck to paycheck in a tiny apartment even after graduating college doesn’t mean you’re not happy. So what if your best friend is working her dream job making close to six figures every year? So what if she’s in a loving, committed relationship with her perfect boyfriend that you’re 99% sure is going to propose to her sometime next year? It doesn’t matter that your idea of a perfect relationship is a $9.99 bottle of wine on Friday nights while you binge watch Netflix specials.

Ok so maybe you’re a teensy bit miserable. Maybe you have no idea what you’re doing with your life. Maybe all you need to do is accidentally cross paths with two hybrids who will drastically change that.

Meet “Scarlet” and “Hazel”, two of the most gorgeous hybrid men you have ever laid eyes on. With their help, you learn that life is an adventure, a roller-coaster with ups and downs, and you were too preoccupied with yourself to climb out of your own predicament. And hey, you’re not much of a romantic, but with these two, you just might change your mind.

a/n: Hello, Jun here! Whew this took a while to write but thank you for your patience!! (poor Y/N still doesn’t know their real names but maybe she’ll find out soon?) Any feedback is appreciated <3

tag list: @wilhelminalucinda @ghostkat23 @ayoo-bangtan @sadgurllayha

2 months later.

August is relentless. You’re sweaty all the time and you have no choice but the crank up the a/c every single day. This heat wave is incredibly brutal because all you want to do is stay at home eating ice cream in your underwear but instead you’re stuck working overtime to pay for what you assume will be a record-high electricity bill. Fuck you global warming.

It’s currently Tuesday. You’re on lunch break at work, chowing down on a falafel wrap and scrolling through your phone, when a text pops up from Karli.

Karli: Don’t forget!

You: ???

Karli: This friday?

You scratch your head. Wtf?

You: What’s on friday?

Karli: Umm the date? Remember?

No you didn’t. Your dumbass actually forgot about a whole date. You can’t believe yourself. Karli finally set you up with that accountant guy from her job. What’s his name again? Brad? Brandon?

You: oh yeah! my bad haha

Karli: You forgot his name didn’t you?

You: …maybe

Karli: Lol it’s Bryce sweetie

Karli: He’s really sweet! Just give it a shot

You: of course i will

You: i’ll turn up my maximum charm

Karli: Dats my girlllll

Karli: Ugh gtg it’s my boss

Karli: Bye!

You: bye babe

You set your phone down, trying to envision this upcoming Friday. Karli mentioned she gave Bryce your phone number, and he’ll text you sometime this week about your date, so at least you don’t have to make any moves first. She did show you his picture though, being the wingman that she is by stalking all his social media just for you. You’ve gotta admit he is cute, the profile picture showed him sporting a casual smile, with blonde hair and blue eyes. The classic boy-next-door look.

“And he’s most likely not a serial killer!” You remember her declaring a few weeks ago, after scrolling through all his tweets. And when you say all his tweets you mean EVERY Single tweet from when he created his account in high school till now. Your best friend does not fuck around.

“Thanks I appreciate that. Glad he’ll ‘most likely’ not kill me.” You rolled your eyes and grinned at her.

While you munch away the rest of your lunch, you think about how you just aren’t acting like yourself lately. In any other circumstance, you would’ve found yourself more excited for the date. Hell, in any other circumstance you would’ve at LEAst remembered his name, or thought about what to wear by now, or even stalked his social media along with Karli. There’s just a teensy problem though. See, in the past few months you happen to have met two boys who completely changed your standards in men. And you may have maybe developed the tiniest crush on both of them, at the same time. Like how?? You didn’t think you were physically capable of doing that?

You sigh, staring at the rest of your falafel wrap, and force yourself to accept reality. As much as you adore them, you know that your little crush will be completely unreciprocated. This you found out through your group chat, now named ‘Hazel’s Nuts’ (courtesy of Scarlet). It’s not that you confessed to them or anything, they just happened to let slip to you one day that they’re a mated pair. And hybrids mate for life, so they take that shit very seriously. Although this news stung a little, it didn’t cause you to be envious in any way. At the end of the day, crush or not, you’re just glad you have two more people in your life you can confidently call your close friends.

For the past two months you’ve actively kept up with them. Sometimes you’ll send memes back and forth all night, sometimes you’ll group call each other after work. Every once in a while, when they’re not busy doing whatever it is they’re doing, they facetime you. These are your favorite moments because you get to see them in all their attractive glory. Just because they don’t like you that way doesn’t mean a girl can’t deny herself some eye candy.

You guys never run out of things to talk about. Each day you check the group chat and it’ll be popping. Your topics range from the movie that just came out, restaurants they discovered, to even discussing new criminal cases (you got Hazel into watching true crime Youtube videos and now he’s entirely hooked). Sometimes you just sit back and watch the two boys bicker back and forth. It’s hysterical how they decide to argue through text since you’re sure both of them are probably in the same room together, but you appreciate them keeping you in the loop.

At this point they’ve already virtually met Karli. She’s been in the background of one or two of your facetimes. You’re glad she approves of them instantly and you wonder if it has a little something to do with their, especially Scarlet’s, boyish charms. She does keep you grounded though, never failing to mention how it’s suspicious that you don’t know their real names yet.

“I don’t think they mean any harm and they seem genuinely nice,” she had reassured, “But you gotta admit not telling you their names is a little sketch.”

You just shrugged. “They have their reasons.”

Internally you do believe she has a point. Even though you don’t want to force information out of the boys, you’re a naturally curious person. Your mind has already compiled a list of all the unusual facts you’ve discovered about them.

A couple of things have become clear to you over the span of the last few months. The most important fact is that although they share tons of content with you, you still have no idea what they do for a living. You’re also 90% sure they don’t have an owner since there’s never anyone else around them. Another, more interesting fact is that you suspect they’re actually pretty wealthy. Every time you facetime, they’re in some sort of lavish looking hotel penthouse, with fancy furniture and artwork hanging in the background. They also dress designer, occasionally flashing their Balenciaga hats, or little Gucci necklaces, or other fancy logos your peasant-ass is unfamiliar with. You actually googled one of Hazel’s t-shirts from your most recent facetime, having no idea what the FG logo stood for. You remember your eyes bulging out of your head after discovering his plain white shirt with two black letters cost more than $200. TWO HUNDred dollars?!!! Do you know how much food and gas you could buy with $200? Why in the fuck would he spend that much on a shirt??

If only you knew how much their watches cost.

Friday rolls around faster than you can blink and before you know it, you’re rushing home from work to get ready. Bryce texted you for the first time on Wednesday to see if you wanted sushi (hell yeah you did) and you were fortunate enough to notify your boss so you could be let out early. You’ve been such a work horse the last few months that they had no choice but to let you leave in advance.

So far Bryce seems nice enough but you can’t get a proper gauge of his character through text. Oh well, guess you’ll find out tonight.

The sushi place you’re meeting at is on the fancier side, and includes a bar. Knowing yourself, if there’s a bar, there’s no car, which means you won’t be driving. The last thing you want is to leave your car parked somewhere sketchy overnight cause you accidentally got too tipsy to drive. You like to think you have some semblance of control but it’s always better to be safe than sorry.

You were let out at 4, which means you have only 2 hours to get ready. As soon as you get home you sprint to your closet at lightning speed. You rummage through your drawers, hoping to find something, ANYthing, that’s appropriate for this occasion. For one quick second, your eyes dart to your forbidden drawer, aka the ho drawer. It contains the remains of your slutty party dresses and tops from college. Being the hoarder that you are, you never like throwing away things, even if you have no need for them anymore. Wait, what the hell am I thinking? You snap your eyes back to the rest of your closet. You’re going for sushi, not to dance at some club. Besides, you have no intention of sleeping with anyone tonight.

After an hour of deciding on a suitable outfit you finally start on your makeup. Your work makeup has dried up, and now feels gross and cakey on your face, so you remove it all and start anew. At least you had the decency to shower this morning so your hair isn’t too gross.

The place is around a 10 minute Uber ride away but you took your sweet ass time getting ready so now you’re in a frenzy. When your phone buzzes, signaling your driver is here, you swipe on some lipstick last minute, grab some chunky heels, and practically fly out the door.

You stare out the window of your ride, wondering why you’re lowkey wishing you could spend Friday night at home watching tv instead, or even just spending the evening facetiming two hot hybrids. This all feels a little too rushed. But no, you shake your head and attempt to hype yourself up. C’mon Y/N this is the first real date you’ve been on in ages. At least TRy and be a little more motivated.

The car pulls up and you thank the driver, stepping out into the warm night air. August is still hot, even in the evenings, and you’re glad you didn’t bring a cardigan. Bryce has already texted you, letting you know he was inside, sitting at your reserved spot. You take a deep breath. Ok, time to put on your game face. You strut in, trying your very best to push the faces of two very good-looking friends out of your mind.

You spot Bryce in a corner, head buried in his phone, his wavy blonde hair not easy to miss. You slide in the seat across from him, prompting him to quickly look up and flash you an easygoing smile.

“Hello there!”

“Hi!” You chuckle nervously. “I hope I’m not too late.”

“Not all all!” He slides his phone back in his pocket, smile still on his face. “You’re just in time.”

A waiter comes by and you both take your orders. You make sure to order a drink because you have a feeling you’ll need the liquid courage to strike up more conversation. Maybe some sake will help ease you.

The first couple minutes are kinda awkward, not gonna lie. Bryce tries to get you to talk about work and you do answer him, but honestly work is the last thing you want to discuss right now. You try to shift the conversation to his job, but that only ends up being worse as he quickly launches into the ins and outs of life as an accountant. Maybe your two hybrids friends have spoiled you because you barely remember the last time you had to fill empty space with small talk.

When the food comes you quietly sigh a breath of relief, hoping the sushi in front of you will help you both get settled and give you time to think of more interesting topics to talk about.

“So,” you wrack your brain, “let’s get to know each other more! Like, what’s your favorite ice cream flavor?” That’s got to be a safe enough question.

“Hm, I’m actually more of a yogurt kinda guy, ice cream’s not really my thing.”

You freeze, California roll halfway to your mouth. Ok, ok, cool, cool. So he doesn’t like ice cream, that’s fine. You sweat a little. Hurry Y/N think of something else to ask.

“Yeah, I guess that’s not everybody’s thing.” You grimace. “Then what about, i don’t know, cookies? What’s your favorite kinda cookie?”

“Actually I prefer crackers, you know, like the saltine ones? Cookies can be too sweet sometimes.” He’s devouring his dragon roll, not noticing the panic in your eyes. He’s caught you off guard twice today.

This isn’t going well and you’re genuinely surprised because you know Karli has done her research, certain that you two would get along. Guess life really likes to throw you some curveballs.

Who the fuck prefers crackers over cookies anyway?? Ok. Code red! Change the fucking subject before the silence becomes unbearable. Your dessert-related ice breakers had never failed you before but there’s always a first for everything, you guess.

You take a generous swig of sake. “Right, crackers are... good.” You’re mumbling at this point. “Ok, um, what about hobbies? Got any?” Please throw me a fucking bone here! Your mind is reeling but externally you try to act calm and composed, dabbing at the corner or you mouth delicately with a napkin.

“Oh yeah!” His face lights up. Oh thank god. “Do you like football? Me and my buddies at the office sorta formed this team, and we play against other departments. It’s really fun! You should come by and watch sometime!”

“Uh, sure!” Football. Huh. The last time you were anywhere near a football was when you met someone from your college team at a bar. Well he wasn’t holding a football per se, but that counts right? You only remember how much of a douche he was, trying to hit on one of the girls from your group after getting entirely too wasted.

“Awesome! I’ll hit you up when the next game is set!” It’s almost impressive how he doesn’t notice all the tension emitting from your body. In fact, you have a feeling he’s actually enjoying himself and your company.

The rest of the dinner goes by in the same manner. With him happily answering all your questions and you slowly discovering just how little you both have in common.

He is a gentleman though, that you can’t deny. When all the food has been cleared away he immediately swoops in to pay the bill, ignoring your insistence at paying for your half at least. He really isn’t a bad person, just the opposite. Besides your difference in interests, he is a sweet guy overall, and you do find him to be physically attractive. There’s just no spark, no silver lining that keeps you wanting more. When you both get out of your seats he offers to drive you back to your place but you politely decline. You say it’s because you don’t want to trouble him but in reality you need space for yourself to think.

As soon as you arrive home you take off your shoes and plop yourself down on the couch, running your hands through your hair. You check your phone, a few notifications from ‘Hazel’s Nuts’ popping up.

Scarlet: Do you think she’s done with her date yet??

Hazel: Hey Y/N how was it?

You had told them about this date beforehand and they were excited to root for you, which did bruise your ego a bit since it reaffirmed your unreturned attraction to them, but also prompted you to go through with it. This last notification was from 45 minutes ago but you couldn’t reply since you were still at dinner.

You: hi I just got back!

You don’t expect them to respond right away but to your surprise:

Scarlet: And???

You: it was meh

Hazel: That bad huh?

You: no nothing like that!

You: he’s really cute and all, it’s just we basically have nothing in common

Scarlet: Aww poor Y/N (sad emojis)

Hazel: Hey happens to the best of us

Hazel: Actually I wouldn’t know cause I’ve only been with fox boy

You: thanks anyway, i appreciate it Hazel

Maybe it’s cause you’re a little tipsy, or maybe you just feel so open and vulnerable around them tonight, but the next text you send is especially honest.

You: ughhh idk guys i’m just so lonely!!! why can’t things just work out for me for once! Like the first real date I go on in years and this happens :(

They don’t respond for a long time. So long in fact you start to get worried that you exposed too much about yourself.

15 minutes pass by but to you it feels like hours. You’ve already removed all your makeup and changed into your pajama shirt. You relocate to your bed, checking your phone again, thinking of a way to play off your last text as a joke when:

Hazel: If you’re so lonely maybe you could adopt?

You grin to yourself, glad that they’re not being judgmental. Their concern for you resets your mood.

You: ha ha you know my apartment doesn’t allow pets

You: but honestly if i could i would, cause i’d definitely get a little kitty

Hazel: I’m flattered

You: thanks but i meant a real cat

Hazel: Either way i’m flattered

Scarlet: HEY what about foxes??

You: pretty sure owning a pet fox is illegal here Scar

Scarlet: (angry emojis)

Hazel: You heard what the lady said

You: anyways i’m going to bed

You: thanks for making me feel better guys <3

Hazel: Anytime

Scarlet: But hypothetically if foxes weren’t illegal you’d get a pet fox right??

You: of course i would sweetie

Scarlet: (happy emojis)

Scarlet: Yay!!! Goodnight Y/N!

Hazel: Night Y/N

You: night boys

You wake up next morning on your own time, checking your phone to see that you slept in till 11am. Wow, you haven’t slept that well in a while. Maybe it’s the stress from the previous weeks of non stop working, or the pressure to maintain your composure last night, but either way you knocked out like a rock. You sit up, lean back, and stretch your arms as far as they can go.

Today you’re meeting Karli at her place up north. She couldn’t ask you about last night since she was occupied, her seven year anniversary with her boyfriend Sunny coinciding with your date. But she assured you a couple days ago over facetime that today was going to be a girl’s day, no boyfriend included.

“Hey!” Sunny had popped out of nowhere in the video when he heard the news, a look of mock shock on his face. “I live here too! So what, you're just gonna kick me out of the house and leave me on the streets to starve?”

“My god stop being dramatic!” Karli had shoved him playfully off the screen. “I need girl time with Y/N and it’s not girl time if you’re in the house.”

“I can be one of the girls! Right Y/N?” He sounded betrayed.

“I know you can but I’m not the one who makes the rules.” You pointed out.

He sighed. “You got me there.”

Since you’re just spending time at Karli’s and getting takeout, you felt zero need to dress up. You washed your face, threw on an oversized t-shirt some old hookup left at your place (hey it was cute) and some tights, and tied your hair out of your face. This entire process took less than 30 minutes and next thing you know you’re ready to head out.

You sent Karli a quick text, letting her know you’re on the way. You grab a bottle of prosecco, your purse, and keys, saying a quick goodbye to your roommate Ayah on your way out. She gives you a small wave, reminding you that she, yet again, has to leave today for a whole week. You backtrack to give her a quick goodbye hug, telling her to drive safe, before you take off.

Karli’s place isn’t as far as the beach coffeehouse you frequent, but it’s still located in the wealthier side of town. The drive lasts a good 20 minutes but it feels a lot faster since you spend the whole time singing along to your favorite songs.

You pull up to Karli’s apartment complex, driving yourself to the guest parking space. Her apartment building is pretty tall, with a distant, but gorgeous view of the beach.

Karli squeals when she opens the door, immediately giving you a big hug. When you break apart you hold up the bottle of prosecco in your hand, waving it in front of her face.

“I know you have the ingredients here so let’s make some spritz!”

“Yay!”

Aperol spritz is your favorite at-home drink to make with Karli. She had gone on a short trip to Italy in the summer between her two years at grad school and tried the drink there, completely falling in love. She googled the recipe, made it for you one day, you had said “Oh FUck that’s good!”, and the rest is history.

She grabs the bottle and quickly relocates it to her kitchen. Her energy levels are sky high today and you wonder what’s got her so elated. She’s skipping everywhere she goes, there’s a permanent smile etched on her face, and she’s humming non stop as she pulls you away from the front entrance.

Sunny emerges from the hallway, two hands in the air in surrender.

“I’m heading out, I swear!”

Sunny is a big teddy bear of a man, with tattoos splayed across his arms and a well-kept beard. There’s a term you learned online called ‘lumbersexual’ and that’s exactly the word to describe Sunny. He almost reminds you of Jason Momoa, the actor who played Aquaman. Those who just meet him think he looks intimidating at first but once you get past his height and size, you see just how much of a softie he is. He’s also extremely intelligent, working somewhere in the computer industry developing software.

Karli bounds over to him and gives him a big snuggly hug and tiptoes all the way up to give a quick kiss to his lips.

“Have fun babe! Love you!”

“Love you too! Also bye Y/N!”

“Bye Sunny have fun!” You smile as he treads out the door.

You both head to the kitchen and start making your drinks.

“Aren’t you extra chipper today!” You mention as you pour a splash of club soda into your glass.

“Am I?” She doesn’t look at you, wearing a mysterious grin, stirring her mixture with a straw.

After you both finish making your drinks, you head to her living room and settle onto her plush sofa.

Karli yawns, almost too dramatically, covering her left hand over her mouth. You quirk your eyebrow at her, wondering why she’s acting so weird until you spot it. There’s something large, something shiny, on her left ring finger.

“Oh my god….” Your entire mouth hangs open. “Oh my GOD!!! Is THAT…?”

“Yep!”

“Did HE -?”

“Yep!!”

“AND YOU - ?

“YEP I DID!!”

“YOU’RE ENGAGED?!?!?!”

“I KNOW!!!!”

What happens after is a shriek rivaling that of a pterodactyl taking flight after spotting prey, except the sound is just the two of you screaming and jumping up and down in Karli’s living room.

You bring her into a tight hug, so emotional that you’re about to tear up. And you’re not one to cry that easily.

“I’m so happy for you!” You pull apart and wipe a stray tear from your cheek.

“Thank you! I’m so happy too!” Her smile is also a little watery. “Like I knew he was gonna do it soon since we’ve been together so long but I’m still shocked you know?”

“I know!”

“And I’m sorry. Today was supposed to be me asking about your date last night.” She dabs at her eyes. “Bryce really likes you too. He even texted me thanking me for introducing you!!”

“Oh shit...” You take this chance to drink your Aperol spritz. “I’m gonna be completely honest with you. It’s true he’s cute but there was no spark.” You give her an apologetic grin, knowing she really wanted this to work out for you. “Like don’t get me wrong he’s super nice and stuff but I just couldn’t find anything we have in common. I can’t believe he’s still into me?!”

“Aw I’m sorry babe.” She pouts. “I really did think you would be a good match.”

“It’s ok. Anyways,” you wave her off, bringing up the more important subject at hand. “I’d much rather talk about your engagement! Like, hello?? You’re getting married, girl!!

Another squeal. You really hope her neighbors don’t complain.

“I know!! I literally don’t know what to think!” She smiles wistfully, like she’s on cloud nine, then brings her attention back to you. “Also you’re the maid of honor and you can’t back out of that.”

“I would never!” You gasp dramatically, one hand clutching your chest.

“But don’t worry!” She sets her drink down. “The wedding’s not happening till next year at least. We don’t have to start planning till way later.”

The rest of the day you spend chatting to Karli, prompting her to spill every single detail about the proposal. Even though you have no need to help her plan a wedding just yet, you can’t hold back from offering some ideas that spring to mind.

“I got it!!” You shout.

“You got what?”

“Hear me out,” you may or may not be a little tipsy at this point. “Goth wedding!” You say with jazz hands. Then you reach down to take another sip of your drink.

“Hmm…” She pretends to think about the idea, then giggles. “And that’s enough prosecco for you.” Plucking the glass out of your hand, she transfers it to her kitchen sink.

A couple more hours roll by. You both decide to watch a cheesy Netflix horror movie to sober up, paired with the Mexican takeout you ordered. By the time the credits roll, the sun has long since set, along with your alcohol buzz. You check the time on your phone, deciding it’s best to head home since poor Sunny has been respectfully out and about all day, giving you your girl time.

You give Karli one last big hug, murmuring into her hair how happy you are for her situation. She walks you to the apartment elevator, where you proceed to blow her a swift kiss right before the doors close in your face.

Reality sets in the moment you’re alone. Your head swims with thoughts as you drive back. Most of them are happy about your best friend’s engagement but you can’t discount the little ugly bubble of jealousy that wells down deep in your gut, reminding you of your own current situation. It’s not until you reach home that you realize you didn’t even play music in the car.

Ayah has long since gone on her business trip by the time you arrive at your apartment. The whole place looks dark and unwelcome, only highlighting the emptiness you feel inside. You trudge to your room and slump onto your bed. You try to scroll through social media as a way to distract yourself but you’re met, instead, by all the pictures and posts of happy people, showing off their achievements or bragging about their seemingly perfect lives.

You immediately lock your phone and throw it onto the blanket, the stress and anxiety from the last few months building to a boiling point in your mind. Your biggest concern is you still haven’t figured out your lease situation, and you only have two more months to move out or find someone new. Ayah has tried her best to help you but she’s bombarded by business trips so no luck so far. You let out a small groan and bury your head in the pillow, deciding to sleep it off and worry about your problems tomorrow, even though it’s not even that late.

Right as you’re about to drift off into dreamland, your phone rings. You fumble around the covers until it’s in your hands and check that you have a facetime call from your two favorite boys.

Immediately your body jerks awake and you sit up, swiping the answer button.

“Hey guys!”

“Hi Y/N!!” Scarlet’s heart-shaped smile is taking up most of the screen but you can see a sliver of white and grey hair behind him.

Hazel elbows him out of the way. “Sorry were you sleeping?” He tilts his head, ears twitching. “Wait, it’s only 10 pm where you’re at. You never sleep this early.”

“No I wasn’t... I mean, yeah I was trying to sleep but…”

You sigh. It’s their faces. Just seeing them through a screen, their wide, innocent eyes blinking up at you, makes you want to spill everything.

You nibble on your bottom lip for a moment. “I was just kinda having an existential crisis so I decided to sleep it off. No biggie.”

Scarlet’s eyebrows furrow in concern. After only two months, he can already tell when something is off with your tone of voice.

“Y/N what’s wrong?” He looks up for a bit, pausing to think. “Was it the date last night?”

“The date?” Oh yeah the date. Yet another thing that didn’t go well. You totally forgot about that can of worms. “Not really… or actually kinda?”

You try to reorganize your jumbled mess of a brain and put your thoughts into words.

“So you know how I said I was going to Karli’s today?”

“Mhm,” they nod at you to continue.

“Well turns out she got engaged last night.”

“That’s awesome! I’m so happy for her!” Scarlet bounces a little, then quickly returns to a more serious tone. “But that doesn’t really answer my question.”

“Yeah I’m happy for her too.” And you genuinely are.

You pause for another moment, teetering on the edge of playing your emotions off like it’s no big deal or exposing all of your concerns yet again. Your need for an outlet to vent to wins in the end. For the first time you find yourself unable to confide in Karli because you want her to be happy and focus on the engagement rather than to be preoccupied with you. Before you know it, the words flow from your mouth like running water.

“It’s just that her announcement really brought me back to earth, and I started thinking a little too much about my own life.” You purse your lips. “I don’t know… I feel pretty selfish right now because she’s doing so well and I just can’t help comparing my life to hers. I’m so proud of her but it’s like everything in her life is coming together and I just want that for me also.” You throw your hands up in frustration, almost knocking the phone off from where it leans on your pillow. “I mean we’re the same age for god's sake! Why can’t I get my shit together??”

“Well you should be proud of yourself though,” Hazel cuts in. “Cause we are.” He gestures to Scarlet and himself.

“Yeah!” Scarlet chimes. “I mean you’ve got a full time job and a place to stay. I know you don’t feel like it’s the most ideal situation right now but please don’t discredit yourself.”

“Thanks guys.” You calm down a bit, but then you remember the whole issue with your apartment. Scratching the back of your neck, a habit you’ve picked up whenever you’re nervous, you say in a much smaller voice, “although my ‘place to stay’ might not last much longer.”

“What do you mean?” Both boys’ eyebrows are raised in confusion.

You realize you never mentioned your living situation to them, the topic always pushed to the back of your mind whenever they initiated conversation.

“Yeah.” A dry chuckle leaves your lips. “My lease ends soon and Ayah wants to move to a place of her own. And I have two months to figure out where to live or find another roommate.” You let out a frustrated huff. “She’s been so helpful but still no luck I guess.” You shrug in defeat.

You feel like a balloon that’s lost all its air, brain exhausted from running through all the problems in your life.

“Actually that’s pretty convenient for- ” Scarlet starts, but is elbowed again in the ribs by Hazel. “Ow!”

“Not yet!” The cat hisses quietly to him.

“Huh?” Now you’re confused. What in the world are they talking about?

Hazel turns back to you. “I’m really sorry about everything Y/N. If there’s anything we can do to help please let us know.”

“Thanks buddy.” You offer him a small smile, choosing to ignore what just happened since they clearly don’t want to reveal anything just yet.

Hazel then shifts to a more nervous stance, ears slightly flattening and both hands grabbing his floofy grey tail for comfort. It’s the cutest goddamn thing you’ve ever seen in your life.

“So Y/N, um, there’s a reason we called you tonight.”

You’re glad for a change in subject, a much needed distraction away from your downward spiraling thoughts.

“Oh right! Yeah. What’s up guys?”

Scarlet steps in front of him again, blocking most of the screen.

“We have a surprise for you!” He’s so close to the camera that you can only see half of his unblemished face but from the way his eyes crinkle, you can tell he’s giddy with anticipation.

“A surprise- ?”

“Yeah!!”

Hazel nudges himself into view again. “Quit hogging the whole screen fox! I swear to god next time we’re using the tv. I can’t see anything! Anyways,” he turns to you and smooths his shirt, expression back to stoic, “are you free next weekend?”

“I should be. Why?” You’re still a little lost on what the surprise is.

“Cause we’re coming back to town!” Scarlet blurts out.

“You are?!” Suddenly all your negativity melts away, replaced by excitement. Hard to believe just five simple words can shift your mood a complete 180°.

“But wait, there’s more!” You snort at how much Scarlet sounded like an infomercial just now.

“We’d like to invite you to dinner next Saturday night. If that’s ok with you?” Hazel isn’t as physically expressive as Scarlet but the hopeful shine in his eyes gives himself away.

You melt at his expression, heart rate speeding up. “Of course that’s ok! I’d love to!”

“Great!” He flashes one of his rare gummy smiles. “Saturday night. 7 pm. We’ll text you the details.”

“Yep!” Scarlet pipes in. “There’s something important we gotta ask- !” He lets out a small gasp, tail bristling, and clamps a hand over his mouth as if he just said something he shouldn’t have.

“What’s important?” You’ve gotta admit, your curiosity is at its peak right now, and it doesn’t help that they’re acting a little weird today.

Hazel rubs his temples in exasperation, groaning at Scarlet. “What part of ‘not yet’ did you not understand?” He then addresses you. “Sorry Y/N I promise we’ll tell you when we see you in person.”

“Ok.” Cool. That’s fine. You’re a little nervous about what they have to say and it’ll be torture to wait but you’re a big girl and you can handle not knowing for a week. “I can’t wait to see you guys!!” you added.

“Me too!” Scarlet’s personality is so bubbly and contagious that you can’t help but smile back at him.

“Same.” Hazel lets out a small yawn. “Well we’re in a different time zone than you and it’s really late here so I gotta hit the hay.”

“Mk, go get your beauty sleep.” You give them a little wave. “And thanks for everything. I mean it.”

“No problem Y/N.” Scarlet also gives off a yawn, stretching his tired limbs. “Goodnight.”

“Night.”

After ending the facetime call, you lie on your back, staring at the ceiling. Your mind is active once again, but this time it’s not clouded with self-deprecating thoughts. Instead, you spend the remainder of the evening theorizing about the ‘important’ things the boys have to tell you. Maybe you’ll finally find out their real names. Or maybe they’ll reveal something else about themselves, like why they’re constantly travelling, or what they actually do for a living. Either way you can’t wait for next Saturday to come around.

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#bts fic #bts hybrid au #hoseok fanfic #yoongi fanfic #bts smut #bts fluff #bts fanfction #hybrid hoseok #hybrid yoongi #bts hybrid fic

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honey-makki · 4 years

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CONGRATULATIONS ON 666 MY ANGEL 💘 or in this case my devil 😈 we already know I am so in love with Suga and Noya that it hurts- so please can I have A, D, & K for my menssssss 👀❤️ i luv u

Sugawara Koushi

🍭 sweet 🍭

a- adventure

He’s always wanted to get a tattoo or a piercing but never really experimented with his appearance. Now that he works at an elementary school he’s even warier of altering his appearance. He does have his smiley pierced though!! its a piercing he can hide with small jewelry when he needs to (work) but can easily change out for something more apparent when he goes out or is feeling fun and flirty.

d- date

He just wants to see you happy. He is so versatile and able to do anything. If you want a nice dinner, he's showing up with reservations wearing his Sunday best/ Relaxing night at home? Netflix is already pulled up and he looked up recipes to try for homecooked meals. But his absolute favorite is watching the sunrise/set with you. There's something about the soft glow around you and knowing that he is starting and ending his day with you that brings him a great sense of warmth and comfort.

k- kiss

Soft and intuitive. he is always accurately aware of his surroundings but still pours all of his love into everyone. If it is appropriate for him to kiss your lips, he lifts your face up to his with a firm grip on your jaw to meet his impossibly soft lips.If he can’t kiss your lips he places a feather-light but lingering kiss on either your temple or wrist. each one Is followed by an ‘i love you’ murmured into your skin.

🌶 spicy 🌶

a- aftercare

King of cleanliness!! Always runs you a bath with your favorite bath bomb and candlelit. He carries you into the bathroom and washes you himself. massaging your scalp as he conditions your hair, and toweling you off afterward. He massages lotion into your sore muscles afterward and helps you with your skincare routine. All the while he whispers woods of affection and sweet nothings to you.

d- dirty secret

He wants to fuck you at school. Specifically in a school girl uniform. He’s wanted this since you got together in high school but now that he works at a school the need has intensified. The image of your skirt hitched up over your ass, thigh highs and falling apart over his desk. The idea makes him feral.

k- kink

exhibitionism, praise kink and TEASING. He wants to fuck you in public, at least to take you cum all over his fingers (only if you are comfortable with it). He loves to leave lingering touches and sultry tones in public to make you needy. he tells your hat you are soo good at taking him or how pretty you look crying on his cock. Call him senpai and he will go feral. I will not elaborate on this.

Nishinoya Yuu

🍭 Sweet 🍭

a- adventure

There isn’t much he hasn’t done. He’s never gone skydiving bc he’s secretly afraid of heights. you help urge him to take chances and do things like tall roller coasters or even bungee jumping but skydiving is something that he's always managed to weasel his way out of. But it’s ok because you got vouchers fro his birthday.

d- date

He is a feral child and I love him. He likes to do something fun, so theme parks or hiking. Boardwalks are his favorite, silly matching t-shirts, street food, fun rides. He drags you around, making you feel more like a baby sitter than an s/o at some points but its ok because he's cute when he's excited. The best part is at the end of the day he can relax with you on the beach. Holding you in his arms listening to the crash of the waves a you have random philosophical talks.

k- kiss

He! Loves! Kisses! He is always kissing you! Peppering you with small kisses when he walks by you, and giving you deep sensual ones whenever you sit down next to him. I feel it in my bones that he likes everything messy, so if he can he’s gonna make that kiss wet and sloppy and he will love it.

🌶 spicy 🌶

a- after care

Ok... He’s not the best but he TRYS!!! he will cuddle you to your hearts content, massages your muscles and will get a wet cloth to clean you up. That’s really the extent of it. If you tell him you want other things, he will do them and remember for the future but he doesn’t know better currently. He also is ver sleepy after sex so anything extravagant is no go unless you bring it up and emphasize the importance.

d- dirty secret

He steals your panties. No shame. He doesn’t even hide it. Especially when either of you go out of town. He takes his favorite pair and looks at them when he jerks of thinking of you. If he misses you a lot, he will use them and cum all over them. His favorite is a modest black and yellow striped pair. He jjsut thinks you look so cute and precious in them. You have for sure seen him using your panties and he thought it was even hotter that you knew.

k- kink

TITTY FUCK! MARKING!! THIGHS!! Body Worship!! He just loves you so much!! He loves every bit of you! Personality and body and he wont let you forget it! Let him fuck your chest and he will l i t e r a l ly go feral. In general, he can’t keep his hands and mouth off of your chest. He just wants you to ride him so your pretty titties will bounce for him. He can’t help but want to leave bite marks and hickies all over your body. He wants people to know you are his, and also just you to have a reminder for later. He loves leaving them on your inner thigh and hips. SPEAKING of thighs. he loves them. he's a grabby mf and wants to hold on to all of you. his sex drive is high so if he needs help and you aren’t up for it, he is more thanpleased at your offer to fuck your thighs. He just loves all of you so much and wants to cherish every inch.

#🍭666🌶#suga #noya #kristen likes spice #kristen thirsts #kristen answers #sugawara koushi #nishinoya yuu

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hermannsthumb · 4 years

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90+96?

90. Unexpected Virgin + 96. Scars

from fanfiction trope mashup here

continuation of me filling ancient, 2 year old prompts in my inbox! sometimes you just gotta return to the basics and write post-movie first time :’) this is the first thing ive written on my new laptop, MOMENTOUS OCCASION. as u might have guessed 18+/NOT SFW BELOW CUT

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They’re about an hour into the impromptu We Didn’t Die! party currently ravaging the base when Hermann–stripped out of his sweatervest, and clutching his cane like a lifeline–suddenly grips Newt by the forearm and swings him around to face him. “Newton,” he declares, as the contents of Newt’s plastic cup slosh to the floor, “I would like to invite you back to my quarters.”

It’s probably due to the two shots of vodka Newt downed in quick succession about twenty minutes into the impromptu party that the innuendo flies right over his head, and, instead of accepting enthusiastically, he merely draws his face into a pout. It’s not unusual for Hermann to force him to go to bed, especially after a week of all-nighters in the lab, but now? During this? They’re practically guests of fucking honor. “To sleep? Lame. I’m not tired. Hey, unwind, have a drink!” He pushes his plastic cup into Hermann’s face.

Hermann pushes it away. “I believe you misunderstood me,” he says. “I’m asking you to have sex with me, Newton.”

“Oh,” Newt says.

They’re out of LOCCENT in a flash, and bursting through the door of Hermann’s cramped quarters in another. Newt has been fucking vibrating with energy all day long–excitement, elation, fear, straight-up terror–and he’s more than ready to unleash all twelve hours’ worth of it, plus twelve years’ worth of pathetic pining, on Hermann in the most awesome, cathartic victory sex the world has ever seen. And now that they’re finally alone–now that they’re finally alone together–

“I am so fucking horny right now,” Newt breathes. He kicks off his boots: one of them flies across the room and knocks over a precariously-balanced stack of books, while the other smacks against Hermann’s dresser and sends a photograph of Newt and Hermann crashing to the floor. “Holy shit, you have no clue. Oh my God.” Truthfully, he’s been sporting a half-boner since he threw his arm around Hermann in LOCCENT, and Hermann gave him that little smile and tucked up against him, but Hermann doesn’t need to know that.

Hermann’s eyes are dark, and his pupils are wide. He wets his lips as those eyes sweep over Newt. “I. Ah. I am, as well.”

“Fuck yes,” Newt says. He moves his hands to his collar, where he rips off his tie, but he stops at his buttons with a grin. He could at least pretend to play hard to get. “Hey, you want me to take my shirt off?”

“That’s typically what’s done, isn’t it?” Hermann says. “During–” He clears his throat. “During these sorts of things?”

“Right,” Newt says. “Okay, do yours too.”

They take their shirts off. Hermann is sporting a nice set of shoulders and biceps, and an even nicer set of pecs, and Newt thinks that trim waist would be the perfect size to wrap his fingers around, but his too-pale skin hugs his ribs a little too-tightly. There’s not a hint of hair in sight. The exact opposite of Newt, basically, in all his hairy, tattooed, out of shape glory. It’s kind of perfect. Newt bets they’d fit together like a pair of puzzle pieces.

He wolf-whistles before he can help himself. “I should’ve known you’d be even hotter under all those stupid sweaters.”

“Oh,” Hermann says. His mouth twitches up into a coy echo of his earlier smile. “Thank you. I think.”

Newt wants to get all over that hot bod, and so he does, inching up to Hermann until their stomachs brush and their chins bump, and planting his hands on either side of that neat, sexy waist. He’s right about it being the perfect size to grab. Hermann watches him through his dark lower lashes, standing perfectly still; he’s holding his breath. “I’m gonna kiss you now,” Newt says.

Hermann nods.

They kiss. It’s pretty cool, even if Hermann stands as stiff as a board, arms hanging limply at his sides, and even if when he finally decides to use tongue it’s at the moment Newt decides to use teeth and he ends up firmly biting down on it. “Ow,” Hermann hisses, pulling back sharply.

“Sorry,” Newt says. “I haven’t gotten laid in ages. I kinda forget how to, uh...” He tries to kiss Hermann again, but at Hermann’s darkening, skeptical expression, drops it. “Uh, you wanna take this to the bed?”

“Take off your jeans first,” Hermann says.

They stare at each other.

“Not–I mean yes, but–what I mean is they’re filthy,” Hermann snaps. “I’m not having you dirty up my sheets. Grime and blood and who on Earth knows what else.”

“Sure,” Newt says, and grins again. He fumbles with his belt and drops his jeans, and Hermann’s gaze drops too. Never one to pass up putting on a show, Newt tips his crotch forward to make his boner just that bit more prominent, and just that bit more in Hermann’s personal space. “Like what you’re seeing?”

Hermann nods.

Newt takes Hermann’s right hand and places it on his hip, just the waistband of his boxers. “You wanna take these off?” he says. He punctuates the question with a little kiss to Hermann’s throat. It’s so smooth–not at all like the scratchy, stubbly mess across Newt’s. He kisses it again, just ‘cause it’s nice, and feels more than hears the low rumble of a groan that rises in the back of it. Hermann’s shut his eyes.

“Ah–Newton–”

When it becomes clear Hermann won’t be sticking his hands down Newt’s boxers any time soon, Newt backs him up to his bed and pushes him down into it. Hermann sprawls backwards with a small thump. His cane clatters to the floor. “You gotta do some of the work here, dude,” Newt laughs.

To his surprise, Hermann flushes. “I’m sorry,” he says, “I haven’t much. Er. Experience, with this sort of thing. I’m not quite sure what to do.”

This comes as no small surprise to Newt. Hermann’s just…Hermann, y’know? He’s bitchy, and weird, and kind of weird-looking, but he has a sexy way of rolling his r’s and a sexy mouth and, apparently, a sexy bod, and if Newt–the guy’s certifiable rival–has wanted to get into his pants for ages, he’s sure he can’t have been the only one. But hell if the thought of being the first one to do it doesn’t turn him on likes crazy. “Luckily for you, I’m a pro at sex,” he lies. “I’m amazing. Just ask anyone. Wait, uh, not anyone, I don’t mean–”

“I know,” Hermann says. He sits up and plucks at Newt’s waistband. “May I take these off now?” He wets his lips again.

“By my fucking guest, dude,” Newt says.

Hermann tucks two elegant, nimble fingers under the elastic and slips Newt’s underwear down to pool around his ankles, finally letting his erection breathe a little. Newt leers down at him. “What about now?” he says. “Huh? You like this?”

But Hermann isn’t looking at his dick, inches from his nose though it is; Hermann’s looking to the left of it. “You have a scar here,” he says, and pokes at a small expanse of skin on Newt’s thigh between two tattoos.

“Uh,” Newt says. “Yeah, dude. I rammed into a table when I was rollerskating in the house once and had to get stitches.”

Hermann traces his fingers over the scar. “You must have been quite the handful as a child,” he says wryly.

The incident in question happened when Newt was twenty-four, but he decides it’s best to not divulge that particular bit of information to Hermann. “Uh. Yeah.”

Hermann reaches down and unbuckles his own belt, then begins to partially wriggle out of his stupid baggy pants and tighty-whiteys. “We’re matching,” he says. “Look.”

His left hip and thigh is a mess of scar tissue that Newt imagines, at one point, must’ve hurt like a bitch. Way more than Newt’s stupid incident with the roller skates. Way more than could even be compared to Newt’s stupid incident with the roller skates. But he smiles anyway: he likes the idea of it being some giant, flashing sign from the universe of their drift compatibility. “Have you looked in the mirror?” he says, and shuts his non-bloodied eye to make his point. “We’re not just matching there.”

“Hopefully not permanently,” Hermann says. He finally turns his attention on Newt’s dick, scrutinizing it like it’s one of his incomprehensible equations. It gets Newt even hotter. “Would you like to have sex now? I’m eager to put your renowned skills to the test.”

Newt doesn’t miss the sarcasm. It’d be kind of hard to. “Jackass,” he says. “Move over, I’m getting in.”

Hermann divests himself of the rest of his clothing and shuts off the overhead light while Newt makes himself comfortable on Hermann’s bed, though he leaves his small bedside lamp on to cast them both in a cozy yellow glow. All of Hermann’s room is shockingly cozy, in fact: the quilt tucked in neatly to his cushy mattress, the tea kettle on his dresser, the soft rug on the floor, the space heater (shut off) half-hidden in the corner. No wonder Hermann sleeps in so late. If Newt’s setup was like this, he’d never leave his quarters either.

“We could get under this, if you’d like,” Hermann says, pinching a bit of the quilt. “It’ll be warmer. It can get very chilly in here.” He fidgets. “And. Er. It’ll be easier to wash my sheets, rather than…”

“Yeah, that’s cool,” Newt says.

They move under the quilt. Hermann’s breath is warm on Newt’s face, and losing a layer seems to have imbibed Hermann with a newfound sense of confidence; his hands begin wandering across Newt’s body, up his sides, down his back, squeezing and pinching his skin, cupping his ass, and he layers kiss after kiss to Newt’s neck, his throat, his jaw. Newt rocks into each touch and moans helplessly.

“You’re so beautiful,” Hermann murmurs into his ear.

Newt laughs weakly. He’s gotten cute once or twice, but he doesn’t think anyone’s ever called him beautiful. It’s nice. He likes it. “Aw, dude.”

“You are,” Hermann says. “I’ve always thought you were. It’s been a terrible distraction in the laboratory.” He leans in and kisses Newt, still as graceless and chaste as before, but his low murmur has returned when he finishes, and it makes heat pool in Newt’s stomach. “Mm, sometimes all I could think about was how badly I wanted you.”

“Sometimes I used to jack off after we argued,” Newt blurts out.

Hermann blinks, surprised, and laughs. “Did you?”

“In the bathroom. Once in the supply closet. Nnh. Ah, fuck, Hermann, fuck–”

Bored of talking, apparently, Hermann’s decided to creep his hand lower and curl it around Newt’s dick. His touch is light, and unsure, and it kinda just makes it all even sexier. “I wish you told me this was your first time,” Newt whines out, pushing into Hermann’s fist. “I would’ve, guh, bought you dinner. Or something. We could’ve waited. Made it–made it meaningful.”

“Darling,” Hermann says, “this is perfect.”

Hermann kisses him; Newt comes, gasping and whining into his mouth. It’s a little embarrassing. He doesn’t think anyone’s ever called him beautiful, but he knows no one’s ever called him darling, and with Hermann the one being so sweet to him--it’s too much.

“Shit,” he pants afterwards, while Hermann examines the sticky mess on his fingers with mild interest. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to--I wanted to last longer.”

“Oh, we’ve got all night,” Hermann says, sounding pleased. He wipes his fingers off with tissues from a box on his bedside, then drags Newt’s hand under the covers to cup his own neglected dick, fluttering his eyelashes coquettishly. Newt swallows down a whimper. It’s not fair that Hermann is doing better at this than Newt. “I would like very much for you to touch me.”

“Okay,” Newt squeaks.

#newmann #maria's fanfiction tag #Anonymous #not sfw /////

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jiminiessipabo · 4 years

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I, Spy (Series, AU)

Chapter 1: The Seduction

Pairing: CEO! Park Jimin x reader Word Count: 2.6k Genre: au, ceo!, action, heist Warnings: explicit, smut (eventually), language, violence, drugs A/N: Starting this series has been a roller coaster, most of this stuff has come from my dreams. Enjoy my dreams guys!

Park Jimin was considered to be one of the most important men amongst some of the top CEO’s, investors and socialites that were gathered at the annual META gala. This was an event where the top social class gathered around to see who were the biggest, brightest, the best and of course, the richest. However Jimin never found himself conversing in those types of conversations, he would much rather be off to the side having his more intimate chats with his friends and acquaintances with his date on his arm, though this year he was dateless. Both of his potential dates had cancelled on him, giving no reason other than they couldn’t make it. It mattered not; he could travel alone to this gala and not be judged for any eye candy on his arm. He could pull off the look of being lonely boy.

He was currently dancing with one of the wives of his potential business partners, Rufus Conway and his Latina wife, Sasha Conway. He danced with many of the wives, keeping up pleasantries and being a good sport, just like his father, Park Jaehyun, had taught him to be. He made small talk with Sasha, commenting on how he ‘admired’ her husband’s will to expand his company; even to a CEO like himself all the way in South Korea. He was walking her back to her husband when he caught a glimpse of flaming red walk past him. He couldn’t stop his eyes from trailing down the dark material, admiring how it clung to the voluptuous body that wore it. His eyes flickered up and caught the eyes that were staring right back at him.

Your eyes were stunning, he immediately felt enticed by your presence. He gulped and looked at Sasha when she tugged on his arm. “Mr Park? Are you okay?” She asked, and he nodded with a tight smile. “My husband is just there,” she pointed out, and led him towards the bar.

Jimin looked over his shoulder one last time, but you had disappeared, leaving him feeling slightly lost as his eyes quickly scanned the crowd but to no avail. You were gone. “Ah, Mr Park.” Jimin’s head shot around to look at the culprit of the voice and saw Rufus Conway staring at him with a grin on his face. Jimin smiled back and held his hand out to shake the American’s hand in a tight grip. “My wife seems to have become smitten with you,” the loud man joked, wrapping his arm around his wife’s waist.

Jimin laughed. “I seem to have the same problem with your wife, she is absolutely stunning,” said Jimin, winking at Sasha. The Latina giggled and leaned against her husband. “She has said many great things about you Mr Conway, I’m looking forwards to merging with you,” he said but his sight was drawn away from him and to where he could finally see you dancing with a man. You were beautiful, he thought with a sigh. “If you will excuse me for a moment,” he said to Rufus Conway, who nodded and smiled.

Jimin walked over to you, grabbing two glasses of wine from a waiter and wondered closer to where the crowd stood, watching those who danced. He waited until you made eye contact with him, over the shoulder of your dance partner, and winked, cocking a glass up. The corner of your lips titled upwards and you split from your dance partner, offering him no other words as you ditched him. You approached him slowly, your red lips kept shut as you silently took the offered glass from his hand.

“I’m Park Jimin, CEO of-“ You shushed him gently, cocking your head to the side. “I know who you are Mr Park, I am a very big fan of your work,” you said, taking a small sip of the wine. “I would suspect a man of your taste and,” you paused,” power, that you would have a woman on your arm tonight,” you said.

Jimin smiled bashfully, his free hand scratching the back of his neck before taking a large gulp from his glass. “I’ve had plenty of women on my arm tonight,” he joked.

You simply laughed. “Yes, I have watched you plenty, Mr Park, you’re a very fascinating man I must say,” you said. You set the now empty glass onto a table that was close to you and smiled. “If you will excuse me, I need to visit the refresher,” you said.

Jimin smiled and watched you walk in the direction where he knew the bathroom was. He watched you until you disappeared before chuckling to his self. “Worth drinking the wine,” he commented before setting the half empty glass on the table next to hers. He saw there was a trace of her lipstick on the rim of her glass and licked his bottom lip.

“Mr Park Jimin, just the man I wanted to see,” a bellowing voice said, startling Jimin who looked up to see an old friend of his father’s approaching him with open eyes. Jimin smiled and welcomed him. “Mr Jaebum Kim, what a pleasure,” said Jimin.

Jimin was deep into a conversation with Jaebum when he spotted you walking from the bathroom, your attention on your bag that your hands were currently searching through. As if you could feel his stare on you, you glanced up and locked eyes with him and smirked before walking to the bar.

It was another half hour until he could find you again. He felt thirsty for your attention; he just wanted to be in your alluring presence. He wanted your body close to his, under his even above his. He wouldn’t mind, he just wanted you. With these thoughts in mind, he pursued you through the large hall until he found you sitting beside a woman, laughing with her. He stumbled for a second, faltering in his steps. He didn’t know whether it would be impolite to impose on your conversation, one you were clearly enjoying. He turned around and walked to the bar; ordering two glasses of champagne this time, and his preferred drink in galas such as these.

Jimin cleared his throat before walking towards you, trying to be confident in his strides. He slowed his walk, grinning when you turned and waved him over, your lips still moving rapidly with the woman.

“-and she just waltz right up to him and kissed him smack on the lips, in front of his wife, his secret mistress and the Mayor who was supposed to be awarding him the medal,” said the woman. Jimin eternally cringed at that story, which seemed slightly over exaggerated. He glanced at you and saw amusement clear on your face, an eyebrow cocked.

“Hello Mr Park, come and join us,” you said suddenly, turning your attention on him and he swore he forgot how to breathe for a moment. He shuffled over to you, handing you the glass of champagne to which you gratefully took, smiling at him endearingly.

“Mr Park, It’s a pleasure to meet you, I had no idea you were familiar with Y/N,” said the woman opposite them. Jimin paused before continuing to sit down at the table, his thigh gently brushing against yours.

You cut in before he could say anything. “We just met tonight, and became fast friends. We have a lot in common,” you said, turning to him to throw a wink his way before sipping your drink, almost innocently.

The woman huffed, her manicured nails tapping against the table angrily. “Well, I see my husband, he will be wondering where I ran off to,” the woman said with a titter before departing without a word of goodbye over shoulder.

You heaved a great big sigh and turned to Jimin who was watching you with wide eyes. Your frown turned into a smile once more and you leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “Thank you for even coming to me.” You kissed his other cheek. “And thank you for the drink,” you whispered.

Jimin felt his cheeks warming from where your touch was, his hand coming to caress his cheek before he smiled, a full smile that had his eyes turning into crescent moons for a moment. It warmed your heart to see such a gorgeous smile sent your way.

Sadly, the night was coming to an end and you both had to part ways. “I need to go now Mr Park,” you uttered softly, your hands reaching inside of your bag to grab your phone and car keys. You looked back up and saw Jimin nodding slowly, disappointment in his twinkling eyes. You smiled and handed him your phone. “But we can speak again?” You offered and watching as the heart-warming smile appeared, his head bobbing up and down excitedly as he took your phone.

You watched as he quickly typed his number in before handing it back to you. “It was a pleasure, Y/N, I can’t wait to see you again,” he said, grabbing your hand before swooping down to kiss it with his pillowy lips. You weren’t surprised that they were as soft as they looked.

You waved goodbye to him, walking through the mass crowds. Jimin was sad that would be his last time seeing you for the night, but he was too respectful to ever ask you to spend the night with him…Perhaps next time.

You turned, watching as Jimin sat on a chair by the bar, handing your bag to the man next to you. “Get the car running,” you ordered him, before grabbing his elbow. You looked up at him. “Don’t be there when I get there Seokjin,” you warned him, watching as he gave a singular nod and sped away.

You breathed in a vain attempt to slow your racing heart down. You made your way over to him, calling out name. You grinned and waved when he turned to face you, his eyes wide in shock before he grinned, standing up from his seat as though he was shocked. You made eye contact with the bartender and watched as he gently tapped a vial into Jimin’s champagne. You reached Jimin and pulled him into a long hug. “I just couldn’t leave like that, not when we connected so well,” you said into his ear.

You felt him shiver, his head nodding against your shoulder. When you saw the last of the mixture dissolve you let him go. “Sorry,” you said chuckling, flicking a piece of your hair from your face. You set down next to him on the seat. “How about one more drink and then maybe you can take me home?” You offered.

Jimin gulped and nodded. “What would you like? My treat,” he said, flagging down the bartender once more. You gave your drink order to the man before he set off making it. “So, what changed your mind?” Jimin asked, almost shyly, his fingers fiddling with the neck of his glass, his eyes nervously flickering from you to the drink.

It was endearing, you thought. “I saw you sitting her just before I left, and I decided that I didn’t want my night to end here,” you said. It wasn’t really a lie, you thought. When he looked up at you, a smile was quickly put onto your face, masking your guilt.

Soon the drinks were gone and you could tell the mixture had gotten to Jimin, he had moved closer to you, his hands nearing your own more and more. He was no longer shy, but he was still bashful enough to keep some distance. You placed a hand on his cheek, smiling briefly when his own hand caressed it, before looking at him with concern. “Maybe we should finally head out,” you said, looking around almost exaggeratedly. “Your partners might notice you being drunk, I can’t imagine that will go down well,” you whispered.

You watched as his eyelids fluttered closed for a second before he sighed heavily. “Yeah, let’s go,” he said softly, standing up sluggishly. You grabbed his hand in yours, gently tugging him away from the bar and towards the back entrance, opposite to where others were leaving.

You weren’t concerned about security stopping you, nor the cameras watching you. You felt a weight almost drag you down and turned to see Jimin laid on the floor. “Shit,” you hissed. “Fucking stupid hired muscle,” you spat out, thinking about the bartender. You would remember his face and make sure his blacklisted from hired work. “Doesn’t even know the simple dosage,” you muttered, slipping your hands under Jimin’s armpits before dragging his heavy body down the hallway. Luckily, the exit door was just in reached.

You dragged him through the door and saw your car just outside. You set Jimin against the back door, opening the passenger side of the car. You looked from the car to Jimin, back to the car before throwing your head back, letting out a low groan. “I need to start working out with Gguk more,” you said to the sky before bending down.

With a lot of effort on your behalf you managed to tuck in the dead weight of Jimin into the Passenger seat, leaning over him to fasten his seat belt before gently closing the car door. You found the keys already in the ignition and thanked Seokjin for not being incompetent. You could always trust your team, just not the outside hired goons.

You turned the ignition on and slowly backed out of the alleyway and onto the busy road that was lined up with limos and private cars. You drove past a few known partners of Park Jimin, smiling politely when they motioned concern towards his peaceful state. You soon pulled out of the event car park, smoothly driving and merging into the night traffic. You turned your head to look at Jimin, his head resting against the cool window before looking back at the road.

Your phone rang and you quickly answered it, setting it to hands free. “Is he with you?” Came the deep baritone voice of Kim Taehyung, your assistant. “You have two cars tailing you, they have since the gala, and one of them is Conway’s personal guards.”

You looked through the rear view mirror and saw the two cars that he was talking about. “Yeah, the package is with me. That damn hired muscle almost overdosed him though, take care of it Taehyung,” you growled out. You moved through the traffic, slowly speeding up, but the two cars were keeping pace. “Good job we’re driving a Subaru,” you muttered.

“Is the WRX good enough, or are we thinking a different car next time?” Taehyung asked through the phone. You could hear the amusement in his voice and rolled your eyes.

“Just get rid of that guy, I don’t remember his name. I didn’t particularly care. Oh, and give Seokjin 5% raise on his cut, he did well tonight,” you said before hanging up. You sped up, not caring about the other road users at this point and made to weave in and out of the traffic before drifting around a corner, swiftly ending the short car chase. You smirked, watching as they missed the turning and looked back at the road, disappearing from their view.

You glanced at Jimin and saw he was still passed out. As long as he wasn’t hurt, everything would be fine.

You could only hope the rest of the job will run smoothly.

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I Hate You, I Love You, Chapter 136

Chapter Summary - As the Early Man premiere looms, Danielle gets more worried about it, but Sophie and Nacelle both try to settle her nerves. When the day comes, how will she deal with it all?

Previous Chapter

Rating - Mature (some chapters contain smut)

Triggers - references to Tom Hiddleston’s work with the #MeToo Movement. That chapter will be tagged accordingly.

authors Note - I have been working on this for the last 3 years, it is currently 180+ chapters long. This will be updated daily, so long as I can get time to do so, obviously.

NOTES - Yes, I love slagging Michael's accent, I won't apologise, there's no malice behind it :)

tags: @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog @jessibelle-nerdy-mum @nonsensicalobsessions @damalseer @hiddlesbitch1 @winterisakiller @fairlightswiftly @salempoe @wolfsmom1

‘Elle, this is too much.’

‘Just be grateful that come next Christmas, I will have someone else to annoy with this too, so I may not go as mad.’ She laughed.

‘“May not”?’

‘No promises, if Emma has a girl, I will probably still go as mad for boy’s clothes for your two.’

‘’Or you will just buy three of everything if she has a boy.’

‘Yeah, that’s fairly likely as well.’ Danielle acknowledged.

‘Are you alright with the premier?’ Danielle stared at the cup in front of her, not answering. ‘You’re scared.’

‘F….ing terrified.’ Danielle corrected herself as she looked at Kit who seemed to realise that that was the most opportune time to pick up a word he shouldn’t.

Sophie moved Hal to her other knee. ‘It’s not as bad as you make it out in your head, you know?’

‘People from all over the world will be sitting behind their computer screens and judging me, A - because they think they know me and B - because they think that Tom is theirs and not an actual human being.’

‘That’s only taking in a small number of his fans.’

‘Those are the ones that bother me, people being curious or people actually realise that even though they adore him, he is his own person, them I can handle, they don’t even have to like me, I just don’t like the negative people.’

‘Do you read what they say?’

‘Sometimes.’

‘Don’t, you will only upset yourself. You have seen what they have written about Ben and myself, negative people need to be toxic about others, it feeds their need for negativity.’

‘I know.’ Danielle looked at her cup again.

‘Have you spoken to Tom about this?’ She shook her head. ‘And why not?’

‘Because I can see he is stressing about my reaction to this and he is absolutely terrified I will scarper because of it, so if I voice my terror, he will react accordingly, ie overreact as I am doing and we could very much end up in a bad place as a result and I am not risking us for some stupid fear I have.’

Sophie pursed her lips, knowing that she would not convince Danielle to say anything to Tom. ‘I think you should tell him, but that is only my opinion.’ She stated politically before looking at her son, who was chewing his fist. ‘Not another one already.’

‘Toothsies.’ Danielle declared with a funny face causing him to giggle.

‘How do you do that?’

‘I have no idea, he is probably just laughing at my accent.’

‘It hasn’t changed since you came over, has it?’

‘Not that I am aware of, my family said nothing of it changing when I went back for a few days. They’d be the first to point it out.’

‘Michael Fassbender has an odd accent.’

‘Well, he is from Kerry, that’s a normal statement for people from there. But it does seem to be a slight mix of both London and Kerry.’

‘Have you met him?’

Danielle shook her head. ‘Is he even around these parts anymore?’

‘He moved to Portugal with his wife, I think, apparently, Brexit did not make them feel welcome anymore.’

‘Understandable, I get a few comments about being a “Paddy” here taking British jobs.’

‘Actually, what will you do when Brexit happens?’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Will you stay?’

‘I am not leaving unless I have to, I came pre-vote, so hopefully, I am not going to be booted out. Worst case scenario, I can marry for a passport, that’s still a thing, right?’ She joked.

Sophie had to laugh but nodded her head slightly in agreement. ‘Is that what you planned? It’s as good a reason as any these days.’

‘And I am laying down my foundations in advance for immigration too.’ Sophie laughed again. ‘I don’t know, I suppose it is different for me than for Fassbender, my partner is British, his is….Swedish isn’t it?’

‘Think so.’

‘So they don’t have ties here such as family. We do, Tom could never move out of the country, leaving his mum and dad behind.’

‘How was Christmas with his mum?’

‘Amazing, I love it so much, we have all the joy of family, but we still have our own space.’

‘So you don’t think you will sell now?’

‘I spoke to him about it, he really did not like the idea and looking at the reasons, I can see it makes a lot more sense to keep it than to sell it. So no, no selling.’

‘And you are okay with that?’

‘Yes.’ The confidence in her voice made Sophie smile, it was clear Danielle was happy with her statement.

Sophie decided to give her more advice. ‘You will be fine, stay with Tom, let him know if you are scared and most importantly, be honest with him. Ben was the exact same, you can see him asking more than once if I am okay, Tom will do it too. And smile, they want to accuse you of being unhappy so much, don’t give it to them.’

‘Why are they so in need of putting others down?’

‘Because they are miserable and spiteful, two personality types prone to loving bringing others down. You will do fine, don’t fret.’

Danielle just nodded in response.

‘Elle?’ Tom knocked on the bathroom door. ‘Darling, Nacelle is here, I told her to go into the spare room, far more space in there for her to set herself up.’

‘Okay, just a sec, I am fighting with my hair.’ She walked out of the bathroom. ‘I am shaving it all off.’

‘Please don’t, it’s cold out, you’d regret it.’ Tom smiled, looking at her attempts to get it to do what she wanted. ‘You get your things together, and go over to her, alright?’

‘Thank you.’ She leant up and kissed him. ‘I don’t know why she insists on being here this early, am I that ugly?’

‘You are nothing of the sort.’ Tom chastised. ‘Didn’t Emma take four hours to do hair and make-up the day of her wedding.’

‘In all fairness, I never saw a more beautiful bride. The make-up only accentuated her features. She looked incredible.’

‘You looked so beautiful too.’ Tom smiled. ‘I fell utterly in love with you in every way that day. Before the wedding, while you were helping Emma, my feelings grew, but that day….I realised later what it was but I remember seeing you, walking down the aisle with Jack’s best friend and being utterly flabbergasted, you took my breath away.’ He placed his hand against her cheek. ‘Why did I waste two years? We could have had so much more time together.’

‘We both were not smart enough to take our heads out of our asses. And things happen for a reason. Who knows, if we had gotten together then, we may not have lasted.’ She pointed out. ‘Or we could be married now and be parents or perhaps we could be divorced, or just planning a wedding, we can never tell, all we can do is accept what is and change things moving forward if we are not happy with it.’

That startled Tom slightly. The idea of them married, must less as parents was a step that he thought they were a significant distance from at present. In all truth, he would see that as more of a reason to be angry at himself for not just saying something that day as they were eating or even ask her to dance, but he said nothing and missed out on two more years with her.

‘Hey, Earth to Tom…’ He turned to see Danielle looking at him. ‘Are you alright, love?’

‘Yeah, I was just thinking.’

‘Oh dear.’ He gave her a small playful warning look. ‘I better go get ready for this.’

‘So must I, I will be back soon.’

‘Are you going somewhere?’

‘I am going to the barbers.’

‘Are you getting everything cut off?’ She eyed him warily.

‘Not at all, just groomed.’ He consoled, smiling as she relaxed. ‘This is going to stay for a while yet.’

‘Good, I love it.’

‘And if I have to shave and tidy?’

‘I like you like that too.’ She smiled, kissing him. ‘Go. This is going to take me a serious amount of time.’

‘Not at all, you are so beautiful already, Nacelle just accentuates it.’ He assured her as he gave her a kiss and left the room and going down the other room to the curious looking makeup artist. ‘She is just out of the bathroom.’

‘I’ll have her ready for you.’

‘I will get you both something on the way back from my own appointment.’ He smiled as he left.

‘Ellie?’

‘Don’t call me that.’ Danielle growled as she came to the bedroom door. ‘Hey.’ She hugged her friend.

‘You look scared.’

‘I am scared.’

‘It’s nothing. And you have your own knight in shining armour, let’s get this started.’ They walked into the spare bedroom which had a large vanity table with a mirror. Danielle sat in the chair and watched as Nacelle looked at her before grabbing a few things. ‘We’ll get your hair in a few rollers, a nice tousled look will go well with your dress.’

‘I trust you.’ Danielle smiled, looking at the outfit she was wearing before Nacelle put a cloak over her to protect her clothes and started attacking her hair with rollers.

‘You really need to consider getting an ombre done, it would suit you so much.’ Nacelle insisted.

‘I need to worry more about the grey hairs.’

‘Shh, you have only a few.’

‘I spent the last thirty minutes pulling out some.’

‘Try doing it with my hair and then talk to me.’ Nacelle confessed, making Danielle feel a bit better, the pair talking about anything and everything as Nacelle worked on Danielle’s hair and then makeup.

#i hate you i love you #chapter 136 #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston fic #wolfpawn

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xxew-pineapplezxx · 5 years

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Argument with Got7 before tour pt. 2 ~Maknae line

Youngjae

It had been a whole month. A whole month of you texting, calling and FaceTiming youngjae and you always get the same results, no answer.You started to feel like he might have changed the number or even blocked you.

There was one day you were so close to talking to him. You had called up one of the guys and expressed how much you missed hi and how not talking to him was tearing you apart. That day, the closest thing you got to Youngjae was the sound of him breathing on the other line. Once he found out it was you, he hung up the phone.

After about two months of this you got tired of it. You booked a plane to where they were going to be for the last night of the tour. You quickly packed your stuff and was ready to stay the rest of the time. You didn’t care how long it took for them to fix what was going on. You were willing to wait.

When you arrived the first thing you did was call one of the guys to see where they were. They were at the venue for the concert, but it wasn’t quite time for it to start. You got a ride there and quickly paid before grabbing your bags and walking into the building.

You left your stuff in one of the rooms and walked down the hall quickly hearing him singing. You already knew that there were fans there for the pre-show. You were ready to see Youngjae.

You didn’t want to get close to the stage but you were visibly seen in by some of the fans. They started to scream slightly waving in your direction.

You couldn’t help but smile and wave back at them. Different ones started taking pictures in your direction which made others do the same. You shook your head and pointed towards the guys. But Youngjae was already looking in your directions. You have a slight smile and waved but he just looked away.

You already knew you were in trouble.

As soon as the fan meet was over the guys came back to get ready for the actual show. You were greeted by all of them as they walked past you. When Youngjae came towards you, he grabbed your arm and pulled you away from everyone.

“Babe, slow down!” You said trying to pull away. He looked back at you shaking his head.

“What are you doing here?”

“I came to see you, what do you mean?” You raises a brow looking at him confused.

He shook his head facing you. “You don’t get it. You never understand!”

“Okay ,Youngjae. I messed up with forgetting about the date that night. I will admit that and I’ve felt guilty about it this whole time. I’ve been trying to apologize but you won’t talk to me. What the hell am I supposed to do with no answer?!”

He nodded his head letting you hand you. “Your right, I never answered you. But maybe it’s because I was busy with tour. How about me being tired when I get to the hotel?”

“That doesn’t stop you from answering me and actually talking to me. There have been so many opportunities!”

“Maybe you hurt me really bad this time? It wasn’t the fact that you didn’t show. It was the fact that you had the nerve to act like you did nothing wrong! You put others before you even think about me!”

You opened your mouth to say something but he put his hand up stopping you.

“Right now, your words are like daggers to my ears.” He turned and started walking away. “Just go back home, leave me alone.”

You watched him leave with tears in your eyes. You deserved this, but it still felt like crap.

Soon after the concert started. You sat backstage refusing to actually leave. You weren’t just going to drop it that easily. You loved him and was going to make sure he knew it.

After what felt like hours, the concert ended. You made your way quickly to find Youngjae just as he was getting ready to leave. You pulled your suitcase close and you rushed down the hall and grabbed his hand. He already knew it was you since your hand fit so perfectly in his own. He didn’t even pull away, he just kept walking until you guys got to the car. Opening the door for you, once you got in he closed it and put you suitcase in the trunk before getting on the other side.

“To the airport.” He said to the driver once he got in. You looked at him with wide eyes shaking you head no.

“To the hotel, please.” You told the driver who then started driving.

“I don’t want you to be here. I told you that.”

“Can you please just listen to me. I made a mistake and I want to fix it. Don’t make me leave because I want to be with you!”

Youngjae didn’t look at you. He stayed looking forwards as you both were driven to the hotel.

“I love you,” He said trying to keep his emotions under wraps. “I just want to make that clear. You also hurt me, multiple times. The last thing I want to do is push the woman I love away but I just needed some time away from you. I needed to breathe.”

“I don’t know how many times I can say I’m sorry about that night. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just-“

“You did though. I was left looking stupid for hours while you were having drinks with your friends. I had to beg for them to give you more time to get to the restaurant.” He looked at you this time. You could easily see the pain in his eyes as his lips parted. You did this to him. You made this innocent man a mess by not showing you cared.

You took your seatbelt off and moved closer to him. Before he could object you wrapped your arms around his neck. Of course being in the car didn’t make this the most comfortable position but you didn’t care. You wanted to just hold him close. He snaked his arms around you pulling you closer to him.

“I understand completely if you want nothing else to do with me,” You started hating that what you said could possibly be true. “But understand I never meant to hurt you. I never meant to forget. I never want to forget anything. You are my everything and I want you to understand that. You are my first priority and I’m sorry I didn’t make you feel that way. Please forgive me!”

You felt tears prick your eyes as you closed them shut tightly. You never wanted to put either of you in this position. He was right, and you were wrong.

“Y/n,” He whispered softly making you look at him with tear stained cheeks. He leaned in and kissed your lips gently. “I forgive you, okay? Now can you please get back in your seat and put on your seatbelt?”

You nodded your head letting out a slight chuckle as you moved back to the seat.

“Sorry,” You said wiping your face. You both sat in silence as the car neared the hotel. Youngjae has moved his hand from his thigh to your as he looked out the window.

Once you guys go the the hotel you had even more of a talk before some very heated stuff started to happen. I’m not talking about conversation either…

BamBam

Though you didn’t need too, you felt guilty about what happened the night Bamleft. He had told you multiple times not to sweat it but you did exactly that. So you needed to make it up to him somehow. You hopped on a plan and headed to where the guys were also headed.

When you got to the tour destination, you were given a heads up that it was the guys day off before the concert the next day. You heard they were going to an amusement park and so you got your ticket and headed there. You weren’t that fond of rollercoasters and such, but you were willing to do whatever you needed to do to get Bam’s attention.

Once you got to the park, you were escorted to where the boy location was. They happened to be in line for a rollercoaster, yay!

You swallowed hard as you seen the ride going up and drop with lightning speed. You turned to walk back out but it was to late, people were already coming in line so you had to move forwards. There goes your chance of getting out of this.

When you got to the top you seen the guys on the other side talking to one another. Laughs were being shared and you could see Bam smiling but it dropped when he saw you.

Of course, being the awesome boyfriend that he is, he knew how you felt about rollercoasters and just about any other thrill ride. But you were bound and determined to make it right with him. You accused him of lying. This was the most you could do.

When the cart came you moved to sit in a seat, Bam moving quickly beside you.

“What are you doing?” He asked you sitting down and putting on his seatbelt.

“I’m getting on the ride, duh!” You said doing the same. Your insides were screaming at you but you ignored it. You were ready.

“Babe, you hate rides like this. Why are you doing this?”

You looked at Bam the best way you could. “Because I owe you.”

He shook his head. “Not like this. You don’t want to do this.” He reached out and grabbed you hand. “I won’t be mad if you get off now.”

You laughed. “Well it’s too late. I’m staying.”

The ride operator counted down before pushing the button making you all shoot out of the ride port. The roller coaster turned and flipped and all you did was scream your head off, your eyes shut tightly.

Though he was trying to enjoy the ride, he was more focused on you and making sure you were okay.

When the ride came to an end, you sat there with you hair everywhere and your eyes still shut right. You still had a firm grip on Bam’s hand too, not wanting to let go.

“Y/n?”

“Yes Bambie?”

“The ride is over…” You slowly opened your eyes and looked around. Before he could say anything else you had gotten yourself off the ride and booked it for the exit. When you made it to the bottom you dramatically fell to the ground hyperventilating. Why would you decide to go on a ride like that.

Bam had followed you out and burst out laughing due to your current position. He moved over to the and squatting down.

“Why did you get on the ride?” He asked rubbing your back.

“Because I wanted to do something you like. I messed up and so that was my way of making your forgive me.” You said not looking at him. He chuckled and then pulled you up so that you could face him.

“You know I love you, right?” You nodded you head looking up at him. “Then you don’t have to prove anything. I forgave you for what happened the other night. You also told me that you found the cord. What did you need to prove?”

You looked away from him sighing. “I honestly don’t know… I just wanted to make sure we were okay.”

Bam couldn’t help but smile. “I don’t deserve you! Your so good to me and sometimes to really playful and I don't take the time to let you know how much I appreciate you and all you do for me.”

You smiled at him getting on your knees. “I love you so fucking much.” You leaned up to kiss him but he pulled away.

“Though people know you and I are together. Can we try to, you know, keep the PDA away from the fans.” He slightly tilted his head towards some younger girls standing there watching you two with big smiles and giggles.

You nodded and held your hand up for a high five. “I guess that kiss will have to wait until later with the rest of the surprise.”

You winked at him and Bam clutched his chest.

“Let’s finish this day soon then. Your getting on more roller coasters!” He pulled you up and pulled you towards another ride with you screaming at the top of your lungs.

Secretly you enjoyed yourself. But Bam will never know that.

Yugyeom

You looked at yourself in the mirror before getting back out of the car. Why would you leave him home not feeling well. You didn't want him to feel like you didn’t love him. He did for you, why couldn’t you do for him?

You grab your bags and quickly headed back to the front door. When you opened it you seen Yugyeom walking toward the kitchen with a mug. This only made you frown as you moved towards him.

“I can get the tea if you want?” You said more sounding like a question then anything. He looked at you then held the mug towards you.

You took it and smiled. “Just sit on the couch.”

He nods and moves back to the couch sitting down with a loud “oof”. You quickly started to cook up his tea, putting honey and lemon inside of it so that it to sooth his throat.

You came out and placed it on the coffee table before sitting beside him. You both were silent just looking everywhere but at each other. You jumped when he randomly started to cough.

“I’m sorry for leaving you hanging. I don’t know what I was thinking.” Yugyeom shook his head looking at you.

“You didn’t do anything.” He was wrong. You left him when he needed you the most. You weren’t really the best example of a girlfriend in that moment.

“I left when you weren’t your best. You took care of me, so I have to return the deed.” You leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Just don’t get me sick and we will be perfectly fine!”

“I don’t think that’s fair!” He exclaimed throwing the blanket off his shoulders. “When you were sick, you were all in my face. Kissing in me, hugging me. Shit we even ended up having sex!”

“Now, now Yugyeom. You don’t feel well and your hallucinating. Let me see if I can find some medication for you.” You got up and ran into the bathroom and he began to yell some mumble jumble.

After a few hours of you babying him and holding him he had fallen asleep on your chest. You cuddled close to him smiling down at the man you loved so much. Even though you did him dirty he was still willing to forgive you and act as if nothing happened. That was the man you loved and forever wanted to be yours.

You couldn’t help but laugh at how he was acting. You just knew you needed to make him feel better before the night was over. Or just better enough for him to be okay once to tour starts.

(I just want to say sorry for Yugyeom’s being so short =>_<= I honestly have been so tired but I wanted to give you all something like I promised!!! I’m the worst ㅠㅡㅠ. I love you all. Thanks for not giving up on me!!!)

#got7 #reactions #got7 reactions #got7 x reader #got7 imagine #got7 bambam #got7 youngjae #got7 stories #got7 love #got 7 maknae #maknae line #youngjae #bambam #yugyeom story #love #hate #hurt #forgiveness

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stusbunker · 5 years

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Below the Surface and In the Wild

For Better or Worst: Chapter Three

Featuring: Sam Winchester x Emery Simmons-Winchester OFC

OCs: Bandit (their dog), Sam’s coworkers Gretchen, Lourdes and Cady. Neighbors: Trudy and Jason Schneider and their dogs Mox and Sho.

Season 14 AU

Word Count: 2481

Summary: Sam is a doll. A sneak peek into what life was like those rough, first, few weeks. Then the newlyweds unknowingly start to understand just what being bound on a soul-level means.

Warnings: Mixed reality, magical persuasion.

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One morning, inside the library building and down two flights of stairs, Sam approached his cubby, which housed notes for his current project, a small wireless speaker and a picture of Emery and Bandit, taken when he was a puppy. This trek toward work only reminded Sam how old he actually was, relative to his coworkers, at least. Gretchen was helping Lourdes fill out her taxes with an online program, as this was the first time the young woman had held a job. They were two of many graduate students that made up most of the labor for the archive department, though Sam worked full time. A position, though he had been teased for nepotism, he quite enjoyed. At this point in the term, he had given up reminding the twenty-somethings that Emery had just started with the school as well. He had started drowning out the phrase “trophy husband”, however, as they not so quietly gossiped.

Luckily, Sam was almost positive to be left in peace, as he was transferring video footage from guest lecturers from the 80s and 90s into digital files for the school’s preservation society, in one of the soundproof rooms due to the availability of the allotted equipment. He didn’t need it to be silent, but it wouldn’t stop him from taking advantage of the location. Somewhere between fall ’84 and spring ’85, Cady knocked on the heavy door. Sam had very little interaction with the former volleyball player, but it wasn’t for her lack of trying. She smiled until he removed the headphones he wore, teeth pristine against spray tanned skin. Even post spring break, no one was that shade naturally.

“Hey, we’re going to the union for lunch, did you want to join us?” Cady cocked her head to the side with a hand on her hip, toe twisting at the end of her oh so long legs.

“I’m good, thanks,” Sam nodded and turned back to checking volume levels on what had transferred so far. He felt her linger behind him, but he didn’t look back until the door clicked shut. Sam closed his eyes in relief.

Once he heard voices in the common area, Sam ducked out for his own late lunch walk. He hated being stagnant for hours on end, even if he didn’t remember it, his body was used to roller coastering between seated research and quick intensive work outs. It was a Tuesday, a day that always sat wrong with him. He found himself wandering towards Owens Hall, following the steady flow of traffic into the massive building. Just as the doors were closing to Lecture Room B, Sam slipped inside and found the last aisle seat, near the middle of the auditorium. As soon as Emery stood and offered a cordial good afternoon, the hall fell silence. Sam didn’t notice the small grin that had seated itself on his face as he watched her pace in front of her projected bullet points as she spoke. She wove her lecture like a narrative, intriguing and informative, it was almost a performance to hear her speak of the Crusades instead of course work.

Halfway through the allotted time, Sam remembered he was supposed to be back to work, and he stood at an angle to duck out of the hall unnoticed.

“Excuse me, but the lecture isn’t finished,” a stern voice called to him from the stage. The students whispered in both mockery and annoyance as Sam got called out for interrupting.

“Sorry, I was just stopping by—my lunch break is over.” Sam nodded, frowning in chagrin.

“So, you’re rude AND decided to waste my students’ time, the same people who are paying to be here?” Emery raised her eyebrows at Sam, a sinister tilt to her painted lips.

“I guess so– Sorry, about that. I just wanted to see the hot new History professor I heard about,” Sam spat back, putting some humiliation on her plate as well. The crowd erupted.

“I’ll be going though, don’t want to waste anymore of y’all’s time,” he called over the fuss.

She bit her lip as he turned to go, cursing under her breath. As soon as the door closed behind his flanneled back, Emery was back in professor mode.

“Alright, that’s enough, he’s my husband—don’t get too excited.”

Come six o’clock, Sam beat Emery to their crossover, though he could have kept working. It was tedious and any of the grad students could have taken the project, it was just nice to have a reason to stop for the day. Sam hadn’t allowed himself this kind romance in what felt like lifetimes and without the ability to pinpoint why, he was holding fast to his marriage, his partnership. Leaning on someone he respected was natural to Sam and he felt doubly blessed to have a woman like Emery to be there to support him, day in and day out. It was a small, simple life, but it is was theirs.

They had plans with their neighbors Trudy and Jason, which they had rescheduled once already because Bandit had a go with a skunk. They were nice people, but Sam was still adjusting to the social expectations of living nearby other couples in their thirties. New town meant new friends, right? That’s what Emery had kept telling him, trying to brush off some of his awkwardness. As he waited, he caught up with the news on his phone, preferring to lean against the car than inside it. Though it had the headspace, not a lot of vehicles had the leg space for him to sit comfortably and it felt less creepy of him, somehow. It’s not like he was on a stakeout, why would he sit inside the car?

Emery clicked the unlock button on her keys, intentionally startling Sam from his latest article.

“Crash any good lectures today?” She taunted, leaning up for a quick kiss.

“Ha-ha,” was his only reply. She tossed her bags in the backseat before sliding into the driver’s spot. They drove home easily, flirty glances and light banter, the sounds of NPR in the background. Sam took the dog for a walk while Emery changed, and she prepped the dessert she bought while he did.

Cheesecake and wine in hand, they strolled out the back door, over the sidewalk a whopping sixty feet and were then promptly greeted by Jason and Trudy’s two rottweilers, all by seven o’clock sharp. Jason kneed his way to the door before taking Mox and Sho by the collar to allow their guests inside. Sam, handed Emery the wine before leaning down to greet the dogs, letting Emery present their gifts. Jason, both burly and gregarious, nodded to the back of the house to the kitchen where Trudy was finishing up. The conversation flowed easily over the dogs as everyone calmed down with the company.

“Now, I know you can’t partake, but I figured–,” Emery was nearly apologizing to the very pregnant Trudy over the passing of the bottle of wine. The somehow still lanky redhead waved off Emery’s concern.

“My doctor says a half a glass at this point won’t do anything besides let me relax and with those boys eating through the latest diaper bag—I could use it,” Trudy shrugged. “How’s your week been?”

The two couples ate al fresco, enjoying the Schneider’s large deck, on the back of their house built when they moved in four years before, along with the matching eight-foot fence. Emery kept her free hand on Sam’s thigh while they got settled, but after a few glasses of wine, they were all chuckling easily. Trudy had grilled steaks and asparagus that rivaled celery stalks in size. Jason had tried a couscous recipe which everyone politely and silently agreed to never speak of it again.

“Man, I gotta say, I’m glad we did this,” Jason handed out mushy bear hugs at the door.

“Anytime,” Sam replied, patting Jason on the back as he grabbed Emery.

“Yeah? Nice! Didn’t scare you off,” Jason teased. “Seriously though, after those first couple’a weeks I thought you were a douche.”

“And now?” Sam swallowed, putting his hands in his pockets.

“Jury’s still out,” Trudy dropped out of left field, causing everyone to break away with their own laughter. “Don’t be strangers just because my husband can’t cook.”

Perhaps they hadn’t all agreed to leave it be. With a signature awkward wave and a tugging at his elbow, Sam turned toward home. On his arm, Emery was humming from the gentle buzz of her share of the bottles of wine. Sam struggled to remember what would have made Jason say what he had.

Sam hadn’t been paying attention, but a passing glance at the date stamped on the sub/reddit he was reading made his blood run cold. It was Dean’s birthday, his fortieth. They needed answers, a timeframe, something. He deserved to know that this was all worth it, that it was working. Emery came home an hour later to find Sam sitting in the dining room, that they had yet to use. A third of a bottle of Johnny Walker gone.

“Hey, everything okay?” She held her stomach as uncertainty and alarm battled to creep out of her cool demeanor as accusations. She didn’t know much about Sam yet, but that much alcohol that quickly wasn’t good for anyone.

Sam turned and his lip curled in spite. “What’s it matter? It’s all in their hands now isn’t? We just play house and wait on the angels. Like that ever really worked before.”

“Sam, we both, we need this—" Emery looked to her feet as her throat thickened.

“Save it. I know. I’ll play the part. It doesn’t mean I am going to be quiet about them leaving us in the dark,” Sam snapped at the ceiling.

“So, what, you’re just gonna get drunk and scream at the sky? Really?” Emery huffed and walked away. “Classy.”

He dried out in time to go to church with Emery on Sunday morning, the sanctuary feeling much smaller than it had during their private ceremony the week before. The reverend commented on his change of facial hair and Sam smiled at the implication that he didn’t need to impress Emery anymore. He had already landed her. Sam cocked his head and took a few deep breaths, his shoulders and lungs straining as if in a vice, desperate he excused himself from the coffee hour crowd and into the stark gray morning.

That night Emery went to bed alone again, leaving Sam to pass out on the couch as he pretended to watch something in the den. She fell asleep with tears in her eyes and a lamenting prayer on her lips.

The more Sam thought about it, the more it felt like he was chasing smoke. Nothing stuck and his mind felt blank. All of the sudden, he was upstairs, watching Emery peel off her clothes. When his ass hit the bed, she sauntered over to stand between his legs, nimble fingers threading through his hair. That was enough of a distraction to leave the concern for another day.

April 23, 2019

There are days and there are dates, some days suck, while some dates are entombed in the psyche. Birthdays, anniversaries, heartbreaks and deaths: dates that could be forgotten, but usually aren’t. Some that should be forgotten, but refuse to leave the confines of memory, seeping into the very soul. It is a date as such that pierced through, causing Emery to wake up at 3:26 in a cold sweat, arms heavy with emptiness and head throbbing with unshed tears. She slipped out of bed and down to the den, the moment her foot moved from the last step to the hardwood floor, Bandit was at her knee, knowing something was the matter.

Dogs are some of the greatest blessings in the lives of humans, even when those humans don’t deserve their unconditional comfort, perhaps especially then. Emery sank down on the staircase, all-consuming grief over taking her as she held Bandit to her chest, burying her face against the thick strands covering his neck. The hollowness inside ruptured into the stillness of the predawn quiet, reverberating in the large empty rooms of their playhouse. As needed as Bandit was, he was still a portion of her life before, signifying what she had lost and how far she had yet to go. He was reality incarnate, a touchstone even. There they sat, one mystified, one overrun with sorrow until Sam broke their trance as he called from the landing.

“Baby? What is it? What happened?” Heavy yet agile foot falls announced his progress until he slipped behind her, wiping her hair from her face where it stuck in sweat and tears. His eyes searched for injury, for entry, for any disturbance at all. The room and her body were as right as rain, yet she cried, and Sam let her. Feeling not lost at her inexplicable melancholy, but awash with it. He clung to her, and Emery leaned into him; life rafts and castaways in the same storm.

Moments or minutes later, they stood and stretched, no less in pain, but slaves to their bodies’ needs; they broke apart. Slowly they began their day, quiet and uncertain of what it would bring. If this storm would pass as quickly as it came or, if it was a hovering sort. As the hours floated by, each in their respective autopilot politeness at work and in the neighborhood. During an unenthused walk with Bandit, Sam realized just how much he had been empathizing with Emery. It was at the forefront of his every thought, this drilling sadness. Buildings or miles apart, he still felt it in the hidden corners of his very being. Whatever this was, he wasn’t sure he could stand such unfounded torture for long.

Back home, up the dark stairs and through the closed door of their bedroom, Emery sat on her side of the bed. Once Sam came out from brushing his teeth, she tried to give him a grateful smile. “Sorry about today, it sort of hit me out of nowhere.”

Sam inhaled and nodded, pulling back the covers and holding his arms open for her to crawl into. “Can I ask what had you so upset?”

“Today is— just a tough day for me. It was once a beautiful memory, but–,” her voice cracking once more. Sam shushed her as she once again started to cry.

“It’s okay, we’re in this together. I got you,” Sam whispered into her hair.

“For better or worse?” The first time it was a question more than a promise.

“For better or worse,” Sam sealed their goodnight ritual. They fell asleep, emotionally depleted and awoke as if the day before had been like any other.

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Read On: In Heaven Lies

#for better or worst series #sam winchester #sam winchester fanfiction #sam x ofc #sam x emery #simwin

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muppetchristmascarol · 5 years

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Guess who finally fuckin wrote something?

This would not exist without @babbushka ’s absolutely gorgeous fic Blue Moon, her characterization of Pale and super encouraging messages are what made this happen! Also me dicking around on photoshop.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex

Word count: 1500

“You know how fuckin’ dirty those things are?”

He had just gotten back from a work trip. Three days in the middle of goddamn nowhere, working out a deal with a new alcohol provider for the restaurant. All he wanted to do when he made it back was fall into your bed, but he found his place taken.

“He’s not dirty! I gave him a bath” you defended the little thing currently curled up on your lap and purring. He decided to try another angle.

“It looks sick.”

“He’s just underweight is all.”

A frown creased his forehead, and he decided he was too tired to argue, “whatever. That thing just better not watch us fuck or throw up in my shoes.”

After you had agreed to put the cat out in the living room for the night, only after making a cozy spot for him on the couch with a worn out old afghan, and putting Pale’s shoes safely in your closet, he all but forgot about it.

That was, until he tried leaving several hours later. You were stretched out happily snoozing in bed when he retrieved his boots from the closet and made his way to your bedroom door. The second he opened it, the little thing darted inside, faster than he thought something that sickly looking could move.

“Hey!” He whisper-yelled at it, “you’re gonna wake her up!” He said, as though that were the biggest sin either of them could commit. As though he hadn’t woken you dozens of times for breakfast or a bath or more sex. The animal seemed to realize it was being spoken to and turned to look at Pale, who gestured at the open door, “out.”

Somehow, it listened. And traded snuggling up to you in favor of purring very loudly and doing its best to rub against Pale’s expensive slacks.

“You fuckin’ kidding me? Get off.” He pushed the animal away lightly with his boot, but it persisted, “get off, oh for—“ he sighed and picked the thing up with both hands, looking directly into its eyes, “listen to me, we are not friends, alright? For whatever reason she’s lettin’ your furry ass stay here, and that’s her business but you and your nasty fur can stay very far away from me, and my nice clothes. Got it?”

Pale sighed heavily. He was talking to a cat. And it was purring at him. He dropped the animal with a quiet ‘whatever’ and left, putting it out of his mind.

He swore that thing was mocking him. The brief moments that he was in his loft and managed to glance out the window, and it was always sitting there, at your window and staring at him.

As the weeks went on they developed an odd truce, the cat kept off his clothes and he did his best not to be jealous when it stole his place on the bed. He’d come into the apartment and see it sitting on your lap, in your arms, on his goddamn pillow, always looking so smugly at him. Cats can look smug, right? On one of his rare days off, he came in with the intent of going over your spice rack and seeing what needed to be replaced or refilled. The cat, who you had still yet to name, was clearly feeling a little lonely as it tried for the first time since its first night in the apartment to garner some affection from him.

“What? The fuck do you want?” he frowned at the animal when it stood very close to him and started mewing. It even went as far as putting its front paws up on his leg as it whined. If he was honest with himself it did look.. Maybe a little cute. But mostly sad. And he certainly couldn’t have you coming home to a depressed looking cat.

“God damn it.” Pale sighed, reaching down to pick up the cat. Strictly speaking he didn’t know how to handle a cat, and the thing wriggled around in his palms before landing against his chest. He adjusted his arms to support it before he dropped the thing, and it immediately started purring and rubbing it’s little face on him.

“Oh, come on. Gonna smell like fuckin’ tuna now.”

He gave up on the prospect of your spice cabinet and resigned himself to sitting on the couch, flipping mindlessly through the channels as the cat made itself comfy on him. He must have dozed off at some point, because the next thing he hears is your key clicking in the lock, and he has maybe two seconds to jump up and get the cat off him before you’re walking through the door.

“What’s wrong with you?” you ask with a laugh.

He frowns, “What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you?”

“You just look.. Weird. What did I catch you about to jerk it or something?” You teased, your fingers sliding easily into the top edge of his slacks.

“You and I both know if you walked in on that I wouldn’t stop.”

“Okay” you concede, still grinning, “Then tell me what’s wrong.”

“You know you got shit for spices in there.” He breezes past you into the kitchen, gesturing to the still open cabinet. You couldn’t say you were surprised, but you still had to tease him a bit

“Who needs anything besides salt, pepper, and garlic?”

“Christ.” Pale shook his head, “How am I supposed to cook for you?”

“Be creative. Isn’t that your job?” You challenge, smirking at him.

“Yeah, yeah. Gimme a kiss” and with that, it’s forgotten.

It wasn’t often that he had time alone in your place, but lately if he was there alone the cat was in his lap. Or it was following him around the kitchen. At one point he even carried the thing as he went from room to room checking that none of his stashes of cigarettes were low. He’d given up on trying to resist, the affection made the cat happy, and the cat made you happy, so whatever. He invested in a lint roller and moved on.

“You ever gonna name that thing?” he asked one night as he smoked a cigarette and you reclined on his chest, the cat was perched at the foot of the bed. Seemingly always watching.

“Why? The only person that talks to him is me. Cats don’t understand names anyway.” You shrug a little, moving your feet around under the sheet to get the cat to chase them.

“Sure he understands. Understands when you say food. Or hungry.” As if to prove Pale’s point the cat perked up a little, looking at him with interest, “oh, I know one. He goes fuckin’ nuts whenever you mention t-u-n-a.”

“Tuna?” You ask, eyebrows raised. The cat meowed loudly. You sat up, reaching for the little animal who happily climbed into your arms, much to Pale’s protest,

“Aw, come on. Ain’t I enough? It’s bad enough you let him up when I’m not here.”

You ignored him however, in favor of watching the cat snuggle against you while he purred loudly,

“Tuna it is.” You chuckled lightly.

Not long after that the jig was up on their little hidden affair. After one of the rare nights of Pale staying over you woke to the smell of breakfast cooking, and you quietly slipped from bed and pulled your robe on. Pale cooking in your kitchen was not at all uncommon. What was, however, exceedingly uncommon was to see that not only was he touching Tuna, he was letting the little cat balance on his shoulders as he cooked! He didn’t hear you approach, and you leaned against the door frame grinning at the pair for a moment or so before you were noticed.

“Don’t get any hair in my eggs.”

“Jesus!” Pale startled, causing the cat to jump off him with a disgruntled mew, “don’t sneak up like that, almost gave me a friggin heart attack!”

You apologized, doing your best not to laugh, and picked up Tuna, “so.. I thought you didn’t like him.”

“We were just, uh.. you know. Cohabitatin’.”

“Cohabitating?” You ask, eyebrows raised as he flips the bacon, toasts the bread. All while expertly avoiding looking at you. As though he couldn’t cook with his eyes shut.

“Yeah. Like those nature movies. You know, like the goats and the chickens hang out or whatever.”

You laugh a little at that, “You watch nature movies?” He shrugs, serving the food up on chipped plates that he makes a mental note to replace. Your dishes had seen better days, especially now since he’d been cooking here so much,

“Well no. That shit’s so boring, PBS puts me right to sleep. But you know what I mean.”

You take your plate with a smirk, and sit down at the table, “I think you mean you like Tuna.”

“Fuck no.” He scowls at you over his bacon

“I think you do” you insist. He frowns more,

“Yeah, whatever.”

The next time you come home, they’re both asleep on the couch.

#my writing #burn this #pale x reader #pale burn this

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midnight4krisis · 5 years

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I Want This - Part One

Predebut era, Trainee!Reader

Han Jisung/ Older Reader (ft. Bang Chan)

Warnings: A Roller coaster of fluff, light angst, and (eventual) smut. Some cringey texts I’m sorry kdhi

Summary: You met Chan on your first day of training, and never left his side ever since. You shared everything together, even the same group of friends. He was the only one you ever trusted, the only warmth you needed until Han Jisung came into the picture. Count: 2k+

Part One Part Two Part Three

A/N: Even though this is predebut, I’m going to treat the characters with their current ages.

It was pouring outside, your dark bedroom illuminated softly by the reoccurring lightning.

Tucked under your covers, your body shivered with each sound of thunder, eyes darting at your shaking windows. You were never the type to be phased by the weather, but today was different.

The rain had been going on since sundown, growing with each hour, and It was 12 am already yet your roommate was nowhere to be found, having already left your dorm room to attend a gathering at some bar with the rest of the older trainees, probably sheltered from the storm underground.

You never joined her on any of these events, not that she wasn’t fun, but it’s mostly because you preferred the company of the younger trainees. Something about their raw energy and carefree attitude really drew you to them, and you never understood the issue in enjoying slightly sillier activities or just plain fooling around to get your mind off of the daily stress.

Usually, you were the one taking care of them and providing a place of comfort for when they needed help or advice, even if you weren’t the most helpful. And yet today was one of those days where you were the one that needed the comfort since the change of weather seems to be playing with your own mood, but even the youngsters were busy with their practice today, leaving you dreading that gap in your schedule.

You heard knocking on the door, and you know it’s strange since no one else in this level was there.

“Coming” you got up despite the fear, still wrapped in your blanket.

“Hey y/n” you opened the door to the sweetest smile spread across a pale fit young man leaning on your door frame.

“Chris!” You grinned in relief at the sight of your best friend. “Thank God you’re here.”

He lets out a small chuckle, his dimples becoming more prominent, and it only made you smile more. “Why, what’s up?” He looked around dramatically, then whispered: “are you scared?”

You pushed him playfully and he continued to giggle at your reaction “No! I’m just..”

“Hmm?”

“Stop it!” Your pitch became a little higher. “Okay, I’m a little phased by it, but only because it’s been going on for hours! And I’m alone with nothing to do and it’s a little dark an-“

“Ok ok, all you had to say is ‘please come in Chris I need you’” he cut you off.

You rolled your eyes at his teasing and pouted your lips childishly before deciding to give in. “Ugh, just come in”

He makes his way to sit on your bed as you turn on the lights.

“Woah.” He attempts to hold in the laugh this time. “I didn’t realize you were wearing that” He points his eyes at the baby blue blanket hugging your body.

“ it’s cold!” You raise your eyebrows at him.

“Not that cold.” He mocked.

You narrowed your eyes and ran towards him while unwrapping the blanket to throw it over his head and land beside him.

“What the-“ he struggled to get the tangled cover off, and you couldn’t help but laugh in revenge. “Seriously?” He glared at you through his messy hair, then shook his head as he laughed it off and wrapped the blanket around both of you.

You couldn’t believe how easily he had introduced coziness and comfort into your gloomy room, but then again this was Chris.

“So, how come Christopher Bang is free on a night like this?” You swayed your head at him.

He rolled his eyes “It got really boring hanging around a laptop for the past week”

“You don’t say?” You giggled. “I kept nagging you to take a break so you won't burn out, but no-“

He covered your mouth and hissed “I know, but I told you many times, once I’m in the zone, I can’t get out.”

You snatched his hand away “I just hate it when you drain yourself like that.” You pout, then stared at the red veins in his eyes, his bent posture devoured of energy, and you realized this might not be the most comfortable position for your overworked friend.

“Do you want to lay down a little?” You extend your hands towards the stack of pillows and stuffed dolls on the back of your bed.

Chris immediately grabbed your fluffy panda, as if he had waited for the opportunity. “Mayybe” he squeezed the stuffed animal.

You giggle as you escaped from the wrapped blanket and rearranged the pillows for him, and got up to close the lights and darken the room once more but this time adding the dancing flame of two scented candles.

“These are my favorite scents when I need to relax, lavender and-“

“Cheese cake?!”

“Vanilla” you said in between your laughter.

“Close enough! Gosh, I’m hungry.” He groans and stretches more over the bed, still grasping your panda.

“Honestly, what’s new?” You jump over the pile of pillows behind him, leaning over your side so that you’re looking down at him. “But have you actually eaten anything today? Or did you forget while working like always?” You started playing with his hair.

“I may or may not have done the latter”

“Chris!” You whined and pulled his hair slightly.

“Ouch! You know I can’t do anything about it.” He bent his neck to look up at you.

“Yes you can, I always told you even if you’re too busy to get something yourself, you can tell me.”

“I’m not going to burden you like that.” He brought his head back down. “You have your own stuff to worry about.”

“Don’t make me pull that hair out of your scalp” he chuckled at your brutal comment. “Besides, it’s not like I have that much going on.” You sigh.

“Uhh y/n.” His voice starts to stagger. “You’re constantly practicing and doing your best, daily. I’m sure something great is waiting for you soon. Just don’t think about it too much.”

“Yeah.” You continue caressing his hair. “I know that. Honestly, who am I to complain when it’s only been 3 years” you let out a faint chuckle. “That’s nothing compared to what you’ve been through. I’m really happy for you, Chris.” You smiled wholeheartedly, poking his slightly rosy cheeks.

“I know.” He giggled, but soon after that, his face became devoid of expression. “I’m just” he sighed. “a little worried about the possibility of eliminations. I don’t think I could leave any of the guys behind.”

“And you won’t have to. They’re all ready for this, and your bond as a team in itself is enough to amaze anyone, Chris.” You reassured him, staring straight into his rheumy eyes. “It’s gonna be alright, I promise.”

He shut his eyes right after you said that then turned to curl his body into the side of your bed, leaving you a little startled at his reaction.

“Thank you, y/n.” He mumbled, and the subtle sounds of his soft snoring soon followed, and couldn’t hold in the wide smile forming on your face.

You continued playing with his curly strands while staring at the rainfall now slowly sliding on your windows, it seemed like he drifted the storm away on his way to sleep, like the sky had been roaring for his aching body to rest.

You stumbled back to reality at the buzzing of a phone beside you, it was Chan’s, and you couldn’t stop yourself from quickly peeking at the spam of messages.

“HYUNG”

“HYUNG WHERE ARE YOU”

“I know you’re working but why are you not answering the door?”

“You can’t possibly have gone to that weird party with Minho Hyung?!”

“YOU DID?!”

“CHAN HYUNG STOP LEAVING YOUR PHONE ON SILENT IM GONNA SCREAM”

When the messages kept coming, you were starting to worry, but at the same time couldn’t for the life of you wake him up.

So, you decided to use the privilege of having your fingerprint saved on his phone to see what’s going on without bothering the poor guy.

You stared at the contact name. “Jisung?”

“Final call: HYUNNNGGGG”

“Jisung calm the f down, what’s going on? it’s y/n, Chris is asleep right now..”

“Y/n? What are you doing with Chan’s phone? Where are you guys?”

“We’re at my room, and you were sending too many messages so I had to check. Sorry, but I couldn’t wake him up after he finally got some sleep.”

“Hyung? Sleeping? Is this a miracle?”

“My magic 😌 or my panda’s, he’s suffocating him right now”

“Please take a pic, I need that for..research”

“Bold of you to assume I hadn’t already taken one, but you’re not getting your hands on it.”

“Pshh I’m coming to see the real thing”

“?”

“👀”

“Did you just invite yourself to my room? Uh hell no, Chris needs rest 😠”

“NOONA PLEASE IM LITERALLY THE ONLY ONE AWAKE”

“DO NOT CALL ME THAT and is that why you kept spamming him? Well, your insomniac parter has abandoned you tonight”

“This is not fair 😭”

“Yes it is, and you should get some sleep too, you guys had practice all day.”

“But I cannnnt. Why don’t you spare me some of your magic too?”

“Nop, you have to earn it”

“Noona why do you hate me? 😒”

“Maybe because YOU KEEP CALLING ME NOONA”

“But you are my noona”

“But Idc I don’t like it, makes me feel old”

“Oh please, everyone knows you act like a 10-year-old”

“🙂🔪"

“IN A GOOD WAY, a really adorable way actually, but I still like calling you noona”

“And I still hate it, AND YOU”

“Pshh I’ll make you love it”

“Lol how”

“Like this..”

You suddenly heard faint knocking on the door. “Unbelievable.” You muttered before being forced to get up and answer so Chris won’t wake up.

“NOON—“ Jisung said loudly before you covered his mouth.

“Shhh” you whispered. “What is the one thing I told you not to do?!”

“Come to your room? Bother chan? Calling you nooooon—“

You cut him off again “see? you demonstrated my point exactly” you giggled a little at the silliness of the entire situation.

Truth is you obviously wanted him around, you didn’t feel like sleeping anytime soon and wasn’t entirely comfortable with sharing a bed with your best friend, so having Jisung as a distraction till Chris woke up wasn’t a bad idea.

You just don’t know why you love teasing him, maybe because his reactions are always over the top and entertaining to see, or maybe because he does the same to you.

“Just let me in and I promise I won’t annoy Chan Hyung” he pouted

“Hmm” you pretended to give it a thought.

“Come on, pleaaase” he grabbed your shoulders and shook you around gently “NOONA PLEASE”

“No no, stop saying that” you groaned.

“I won’t stop, noona. I won’t stop until you let me in”

“Fine, just-“ you let go from his grip. “Don’t make a sound” you emphasized on your way in.

He closed the door behind him quietly and you both sat down on the far edge of the bed.

“You weren’t lying about the panda.” He exclaimed with a slight chuckle, observing his teammate in his peaceful sleep. “Must be so nice sleeping over a mountain of pink pillows Chan.”

You laughed at the desperation in his voice, like he actually meant it. “Don’t even think about joining him.”

He looked back at you instantly. “I’m offended.”

“I can’t have two guys sleeping on my bed!” You whispered dramatically.

“As if having one is less weird.” He snorted.

“Nah, it’s Chris! You know it’s not like that.” You react in a slightly defensive tone.

“Shh.” He imitated the way you shut him earlier, whispering “you’ll wake him up.” Before laughing it off once you gave him a slight push. “I know, noon-“

“No.”

He let out a low chuckle. “But I’ll be honest, not everyone does.”

“Does what?”

“You know..” he leaned his head towards the direction of the blond laying behind you, and your eyes stretched wide open.

“Me and Chris?!” You accidentally raised your voice but proceeded to yell through the whisper. “You guys think?”

“Ehh” he hesitated to answer.

“What! No, we’re not- that’s not how-“

“I know I know, relax.” He giggled and reached for your wrists to calm you down, His tone and expression softening as he spoke. “Yes we had our suspicions at first because we weren’t used to friendships like that, but it’s pretty obvious by now, so don’t worry about it.”

You nodded and looked down at your snatched wrists. skin-ship was a regular thing between you and Chris, you can’t pinpoint exactly when it started being so, but it became too natural for you to think of it otherwise, and you assumed it was the same for him as well. For reasons beyond your understanding, you felt safe around him.

However, it wasn’t that way with the other guys, so staring at Jisung’s fingers rested on your skin in that fashion felt foreign, your instincts pulled back before you realized it.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable” He rubbed his neck and looked away. “I should tone it down with the teasing, it’s getting annoying.”

“No, it’s not that-“ you buried your face in your palms. “I never know how to explain this, I just trust him more than anyone.” You release your face and look up slowly.

“You guys spent the longest together in training, it makes sense that you’d be this close.” He shrugged.

You nodded.

“Anyway, do I smell vanilla?” He looked around, trying to change the subject.

“And Lavender.” You juggled your eyebrows.

“Damn y/n, no wonder he’s passed out, you really know your stuff.”

“Thank you.” You chuckled.

Jisung always knew how to keep the mood bright, it was something you really admired about the boy.

You can’t recall a moment where the smile left his full cheeks, or where the sparkle left his dark eyes.

And through the next hour it was all the same, your roommate still nowhere in sight, your best friend passed out on your bed, and Han Jisung failing to keep the both of you quiet from all the laughter.

It didn’t seem like Chris is waking up anytime soon, and for a while, you forgot how late it was, until Jisung let out a low yawn, and yours followed. “I think you need to wake him up before you and I pass out beside him"

You looked back with furrowed eyes. “I don’t have it in me, look at him.”

He sighs. “I’ll get going then, have fun explaining this to your roommate.” He scoffed as he got up.

“Wait, you’re not going anywhere” you tugged at the tip of his T-shirt, looking up at him, you just realized how baggy he wore his clothes, and how good his golden skin looked in black. “Not until he wakes up.”

“But I thought you didn’t want me here.” He smirked.

“Just sit down Jisung.” You whined.

He obliged, but the smirk failed to leave his face as he stared at you.

“What?” You felt the blood running to your cheeks. why was he looking at you that way all of a sudden?

“Nothing.” He shook his head and looked down, and for some reason, his fluffy hair was so tempting to pet.

He continued to glance at you when you came in contact with his soft strands, the goofiest smile engulfed his face. “Are you bribing me to stay.”

“Am I?” You gently brushed his bangs out of his face. “Maybe.” Or maybe you couldn’t resist it.

He laughed and pulled away. “I’m not falling for that, I’m tired, right? I practiced all day, remember?” He imitated you again.

“Why are you acting like you weren’t the one who begged to come here in the first place?” You smirked back, inching closer.

“And why are you ignoring the fact that you absolutely needed me?” He slowly leaned back.

“I did?” You tangled your fingers in his hair again.

“Uhmm” he hummed before shooting his hands back to catch himself from leaning over, only to hear the loud breath escaping Chan.

“Shoot!” He quickly removed the hand he accidentally rested on Chan’s leg, and the two of you stared widely waiting for him to wake up.

But to your relief, he didn’t.

You both looked back at each other, stuck in the same position, his face now just as flushed as yours, and at the moment you forgot you were almost on top of your younger friend.

You were gazing at a completely different Jisung now, and you only wanted to get closer.

“Noona?” He whispered softly, his face close enough for you to feel the warmth of his breath.

“Y-yes” you started to stutter, frozen in place.

“Can we move off the bed?” He brought his other hand to your hand caught in his hair, and the contact felt electrifying. “Hyung might wake up.”

You mummed, still processing the cause of your wavering body.

He snatched your hand in his and brought them in between you, caressing it as his whispers deepened “Noona.”

You blinked, your breaths growing shorter, eyes finally leaving him to wander towards his lips. How come you never noticed how sweet they looked?

He tugged at your hand to come closer and bit his lower lip.

He noticed.

Was it the cold weather that confused your body’s shivers? or the adrenaline left from the frightening thunder? you weren’t sure, but what you were certain of is that whatever it was that pushed you towards his lips, you didn’t want it to go away.

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felixcuz · 5 years

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Our Place (Chan x Reader)

✧ 2.2k words

✧ angst with a fluffy ending; non-idol!au / gender neutral reader

✧ warnings: cursing, arguing, slight mentions of panic attack

✧ Your place was always there for you, just like Chris

Snow fell around you as you sat on the frozen ground of your hill. First it had been yours when you found it exploring your neighbourhood as child, then you shared it with your best friend since young, Chris. It was your place, somewhere the two of you could escape your lives and be yourselves with no one to bother you. Many seasons spent playing in the tall grass, watching the stars, talking about your dreams, and growing up together. That hill saw many ups and downs, your greatest triumphs and heartbreaks. Your place was always there for you, just like Chris.

That’s why you were here on this cold winter night, bones freezing with the dirt below you as you gazed out to the stars that always shone brighter this time of year. Just as you shared this spot with Chris, you had wanted to share it with someone else who meant so much to you. Someone who you now know couldn’t have cared less for you.

You still remember when you first brought your significant other to this spot, having been so excited to share something so meaningful and personal with them. They weren’t impressed, to say the least, and that should have been your first warning sign. They knew how much it meant to you as you would often spend your free time there reading or enjoying the fresh air.

“So this is where you run off to with Chris,” they said, tone full of bite. At first you looked at it as a little healthy jealousy and only laughed it off. How naive you were.

“Come on, Chris has been my best friend since diapers, you know that!”

“Well what am I to think, not like there’s anything else to do here.”

You were shocked. In hindsight, you should have known better than to ignore it the way you did. You cursed the peacemaker inside of you. Maybe if you didn’t let everything go you wouldn’t be in your predicament today.

It was currently two days before Christmas, your favourite holiday. You had made plans with your significant other to visit their family on Christmas, which was about a three hour drive away. You knew and loved their family and it had been over a year since you’d last seen them so you easily agreed. It would have been your first holiday without Chris in your life. That was your second red flag, which of course you ignored.

When talking to Chris about it, whilst eating junk food on your hill no less, he told you that you should go and enjoy it. “There's always next Christmas!” he said with a bit too much enthusiasm. Was your best friend that okay with you leaving on your shared favourite holiday, or was he simply putting on a face so you wouldn’t try to stay?

That was a week ago and it had been eating at you since. The more you isolated yourself in thought the more you realized you didn’t want to be apart from your best friend, but you also didn’t want to disappoint your significant other. You wondered about trying to split yourself in two or trying to do both before you ultimately came to an idea.

This idea brought you to just a few hours ago. Or perhaps, it wasn’t your idea itself but the inevitable consequence of your internal ignorance.

“You want what?!” your significant other nearly shouted. You had thought it over and considered that it may be a lot to ask, but you were perfectly okay with the answer being no. Besides, it’s not like they weren’t friends.

“I was wondering if Chris could come? It’s been a while since he’s seen your family, too, and that way we could all be together...” your resolve broke along with your voice by the end of your sentence, seeing the anger manifest in the veins of their forehead.

“So you want to bring your boyfriend on our trip, is that it?” you winced at their harsh tone. “No... I just thought-”

“You just thought! You’re always thinking. Always thinking about him. Of course, I shouldn’t have expected so much from you.”

You stood in front of them sputtering, absolutely speechless. “I’m sor-”

“Don’t even. You think I don’t know what you’re up to? Isn’t it enough that I let you spend all your time with him doing God knows what on that stupid hill of yours?”

The feeling of panic started through your fingers and you only shook your head, as if that would convince them they have it wrong.

“You can’t even deny it. That’s just great, ___. You know what? Stay here with him, I don’t need you fucking him in my own home.”

With that, they left you and your already packed suitcase in your apartment, trembling and fighting the cold, numb sensation that was surely spreading through your limbs. After a few seconds of shaky breathing, you searched for your phone. Of course, go running to Chris. Maybe they weren’t totally wrong.

Shoving your phone in your pocket you grabbed a coat and your keys, running out into the snowy night that couldn’t match how cold you felt.

You tried. You truly tried to keep yourself from calling Chris. At one point you were in a full sprint to your hill, trying to escape the city that felt like it was watching you, mocking the pain you felt. When you reached the empty field covered in white you kneeled, coughing and retching as you cried with no breath. There were many things building up to this breaking point. In fact, it wasn’t even their words you were really upset about. It was how all this time you denied reality, denied the truth, denied yourself. After a few minutes, you gave in and texted Chris.

You: could you please meet me at the hill when you can

Not two minutes passed before he answered back.

Chris: are u okay??

Chris: i’ll be there in 10

You sent him an okay and put your phone away, trying to bring warmth to your hands in your pockets. Having since calmed down, you were now sitting on a patch of grass untouched by snow, looking down on the lights of the city. Christmas decorations seemed to taunt you instead of bringing you joy like they once had. You sighed once again as you reflected on all your poor choices.

“___!!” you heard Chris’s voice yell. You tried to turn but your movement was limited from the cold that settled in your joints.

He ran until he was in front of you, kneeling and checking your face, your arms, your hands for any kind of damage. He looked into your eyes and your heart swelled at the worry etched into his soft features. “What happened?” You opened your mouth to respond and the sadness washed over you like a wave, only letting out weak sobs instead.

Chris pulled you into him, shocked at how cold your body was but more concerned for you. He brushed back your hair from your face and wiped away the hot tears from your red cheeks. His mind started imagining the worst of scenarios that even he knew were ridiculous, but all lead back to the same source. It was them. Though Chris knew it, he wanted you to tell him what happened on your own terms. So he waited patiently and held you in his arms, each time you stopped crying only to break into sobs once more.

Finally you regained your composure, unable to lift your head to face Chris.

“Whenever you’re ready to talk, love.” You shivered.

It wasn’t the first time he’d called you that by any means, but this time it hit your heart differently. Taking in a few deep breaths, you lifted your head and looked out to the lights of city as you explained what just happened and pausing when it came to the last thing they said. Chris wasn’t having any of it. It wasn’t that you couldn’t talk about things like that. Being such close friends for years you both heard a lot of what people thought your relationship was. Though it never phased you, this time it made your whole face heat up even in the freezing air.

Chris noticed your embarrassment and only held you tighter. “Well fuck them. Uh, not like fuck them like they don’t matter because they never deserved you anyway.” He moved you off of him to face you, hands on your arms as he spoke.

“Don’t listen to a word they said, ___. It’s bullshit and you know that. They were always horrible to you and they didn’t even need to be mean. They never cared about what you liked or wanted, if they were doing something that made you upset, or that you had your own life with your own family and friends. They took advantage of your kindness and how you’d never call them out for anything they did wrong. I always saw the shit they did and I knew they would only ever hurt you and it killed me. It killed me to have to watch them manipulate you and and still get to be with you when I should have been. I just watched and I never wanted to say anything because I didn’t want you to be upset with me and I thought you would realize it yourself because you’re so strong and smart and I lo-”

You gathered all your energy to lean forward and press your lips against his, silencing him and causing warmth to spread throughout your body. Chris tightened his grip on your waist as your hands pulled him closer by his coat, your lips melting together in a deep kiss. It felt as though everything lead up to this moment; like this was the reality you had denied for so long. Chris wrapped his arms around you and held you so close you felt like you had never known the cold. His lips moved against yours slowly, only telling how dearly he cared for you.

Chris pulled away first, resting his forehead against your cheek as he caught his breath, his brain feeling like he had just stepped off of a roller coaster.

“Not right now,” your vague words interjecting his own scrambled thoughts.

You saw the confusion on his face and continued, “I don’t want to say it right now. Not yet, it wouldn’t be right.”

He smiled at your consideration, though he knew how the both of you felt.

“How about we get out of the snow and grab something to eat?” He reached for your hands and interlaced your fingers, a goofy smile creeping up over his handsome face. The smiled you loved more than any other. “Pancakes? Bacon?” He was practically begging at this point.

“You know me so well,” you gushed and he stood up, hopping around trying to warm his aching body.

“One thing; I can’t stand up.” At that, Chris turned to you with wild eyes, making grabby hands at your curled up form on the ground.

“Never mind! I’m good!” You tried to stand but he swept you up before you got on your feet, throwing you over his shoulder and running off out of the frozen field. Laughter broke out from the both of you as he booked it to his car, dropping you onto the passenger seat and starting it up.

The two of you sat shivering as you waited for the engine to heat up, glancing at one another occasionally with red cheeks. How could this man still make you shy after so many years? He turned to you and cupped your face in his hand, brushing his thumb over your cheek softly. “I want to see you smile like that always,” he whispered into the silent air.

Your body shivered again and your face twisted in disgust, slapping his hand away. “Ew, cheesy.” He let out an airy chuckle and put it in reverse. “Fine, I guess you can pay for your own pancakes.”

“I intended to,” you scoffed, no malice in your words whatsoever.

Chris found himself staring at you the whole night, in awe of how beautiful you could be doing even the most mundane things. He laughed as you stuffed your cheeks with food from the four plates in front of you.

“Chew your food, you’re an animal.”

You continued to shovel eggs into your mouth without a care, giving him the finger from behind your cup. He reached out and grabbed your hand, holding it in both of his and watching as you finished your big bite.

“You know I love you, right?” he spoke more as a statement than a question.

A blush crawled up your neck and you grabbed your glass of water, mumbling into the rim.

“What was that?” he asked, the corner of his mouth curving up in amusement.

You mumbled again from behind your toast.

Chris raised an eyebrow at you and squeezed your hand.

“I love you, too, jackass!” you half-shouted, earning a look from the older couple at the table beside you and a hearty laugh from Chris.

“Your jackass,” he corrected.

“Yes. I love you, too, my jackass.”

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softdreamyhours · 6 years

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what happened to us? | J.Jaehyun.

part 1 part 2

genre: angst + fluff

pairing: jung jaehyun x reader

word count: 1.9k

warnings: some swearing

authors note: oof this is an emotional roller coaster my friends.

Three days ago you walked out of yours and Jaehyuns’ home, expecting to never go back again. You didn’t want to be in a one sided relationship, you feel as if during this past month you were the only one who cared about where your relationship was going and that hurt. A lot.

You are currently lying down on your bed at your parents’ house, this is all you’ve been doing for the past three days, sleeping, eating and crying. You are an absolute mess, and as much as you try and tell yourself that Jaehyun hurt you and you need to move on because he obviously doesn’t love you anymore, you can’t help but long for his arms to be wrapped around your waist and his soft lips to connect yours in a warm and loving kiss. You miss him so much it hurts, everything in your body aches and the only person who knows the true you and knows exactly what to do to comfort you is the one who made you feel this way in the first place.

You want to hate Jaehyun, because he hasn’t tried to contact you at all since you left, not one call, not even a single text. The fact that he just let you leave without trying to stop you, he hasn’t even checked to see if you are okay, shows you that he does not care about you or your relationship anymore.

You want to hate him so it will be easier for you to move on, but you can’t. You can’t just forget about the amazing two years you spent together. You can’t forget all the wonderful memories the two of you have made. Your mind begins to wander and you begin to remember all the beautiful moments you have shared, you remember when Jaehyun took you to the cute diner you went to on your first date for your one year anniversary, you remember when Jaehyun first said ‘I love you’ on a breezy summers day while the two of you were watching the sunset, you remember when Jaehyun took you to Disney Land and gave you a promise ring during the fireworks display promising to love you until his last breath, you remember that you still love Jaehyun immensely and moving on will be the hardest thing for you to do.

Its 3:50 in the afternoon and you are still in your pajamas, you throw your body backwards onto your bed and stare at the white ceiling of your bedroom, recalling all the wonderful moments you have shared with Jaehyun causes a new flood of tears to fall from your eyes. You lie there with tears running down your temples when you hear your phone ring.

You groan in frustration but a small part of you hopes its him. You sigh when you see Taeyongs’ name across your screen and wonder why he is calling you. You wipe your face and answer the phone.

“Hello?” you try to say as normally as possible but your vocal chords fail you and your voice comes out hoarse and shaky.

“y/n?” Taeyong replies, “are you okay?”

You clear you throat and prepare yourself to answer his question as calmly as possible,

“yes, Tae,” you answer, “I’m alright.”

“O-okay,” he says, you know he doesn’t believe you but you are grateful that he doesn’t ask again.

“The boys and I where just wondering if Jaehyun is okay?” he begins to ask, “we haven’t seen or heard from him in three days.”

“What?” You whisper, shocked. The boys can barely get through one day without seeing each other, this is not like Jaehyun at all you thought.

“We thought that maybe you guys went on one of your spontaneous vacations again and forgot to tell us?” He asked hopefully.

You laugh, but it is not a happy sound. “I wish,” you chuckle out bitterly.

“Are the two of you okay?” He asks cautiously.

“We had a pretty big fight the other day,” you say and curse yourself when your voice begins to tremble and your lower lip begins to quiver.

“And?” He asks, he’s prying now and you almost want to hang up the phone but you know that he is only worried about his band mates’ safety.

“I haven’t seen him in three days either,” you sniff and begin to rid your face of tears yet again with the hand that isn’t holding the phone.

“Johnny and I went to your house yesterday, but nobody answered?” Taeyong asked more that said.

“I don’t know where he is Tae,” you say forcefully, “and he is the last person I feel like talking abut right now.” You sigh.

You hear Taeyong sigh as well, “You have a house key right?” He asks even though he already knows the answer because it is also your house.

“Yes,” you sigh, not exactly sure where Taeyong was going with this conversation.

“Arn’t you a little bit worried about him?” He asks, you realize that he is guilt tripping you, and you hate that its working. You know Taeyong is concerned for his members safety but you feel slightly salty that hes making you feel guilty when you know you have done nothing wrong.

You answer him after a few moments of silence, “fine,” you say and hang up not bothering to say goodbye. You know that you could have probably just given the key to Taeyong and he could have gone to check on Jaehyun but you know that the boys are busy and you are slightly curious to see what is going on with Jaehyun.

You stand at the front door of your shared home with Jaehyun for roughly ten minutes contemplating what you were going to say to the man when you see him. He might not even be here you think as you slide the key into the lock and open the door.

When you walk into the house you feel your heart clench a little, you have missed this place. You walk over to the living room and sit on the couch, preparing yourself to go and look for Jaehyun.

“y/n?” You hear a soft voice say.

You know who the voice belongs to and when you look up to make eye contact with Jaehyun your heart breaks a little more. His hair is all disheveled and his eyes are swollen and red, you imagine that this is what you look like in this moment as well.

Jaehyun takes slow, cautious steps toward the couch you are sitting on and slumps down next to you, not close enough for you to feel his body heat that you have so desperately been craving, but not far enough for the two of you to feel separate.

You both sit in silence for a long while looking at the wall in front of you that held many photos of the incredible memories you have experienced together.

“I’m sorry y/n,” Jaehyun starts, “I am so so sorry,” he carries on and you hear his voice crack.

Your eyes burn with a fresh set of tears and for the thousandth time you feel your cheeks become wet and salty when you hear his voice break.

“This past month has been so difficult for me baby,” Jaehyun says and you look over at him to see his head buried in his hands.

“For you?” You ask in shock, “because last time I checked you were the one who practically abandoned me for a whole month.” You say with your eyebrows raised, you can not believe that he is playing the victim right now.

“Shit, no, that’s not what I meant.” He says getting up from where he was seated to crouch in front of you and grab your cold hands into his slightly warmer ones.

You pull your hands out of his grip and cross your arms over your chest, this causes him to sit down, cross his legs and look up at you with a hurt expression.

“Let me explain,” he pleads.

You reply, “yes, please enlighten me Jaehyun.” You say sarcastically, you don’t want to be mean but you are really hurt by this situation.

“When I first started getting home late, I tried to make up for it with calls and texts,” he began, you just kept quiet letting him speak without any interruptions.

“But you started to get upset after a while,” he continued.

Of course I was upset Jaehyun, I missed you, you thought to yourself but let him carry on explaining.

“I guess I thought you were mad,” he sighed shrugging his shoulders, “so distanced myself so you could cool down.”

Jaehyun ran his hands through his messy hair and glanced up at you, you just nodded for him to continue. You were afraid that if you spoke now you would cry again.

“Once we hadn’t spoken for a few days I was afraid you were even more upset with me and I didn’t want to fight with you anymore,” Jaehyun continued resting his head in the palm of his hand, his other hand began to fiddle with the laces of your shoes.

“I carried on digging myself a deeper hole, I thought I was doing the right thing by avoiding fights,” he said as he swallowed trying to hold back tears.

“I didn’t realize that I should have just spoken to you, I should have just apologized for not seeing you for a couple of days,” he said with a shaky voice, “instead I avoided you to prevent a fight that would never have happened if I acted like a good boyfriend and fucking apologized.”

He was crying now, and so were you.

You slid off of the couch and sat across from Jaehyun, knees touching and placed your hands on his thighs. This action caused him to look at you surprised because you didn’t let him hold your hands earlier.

“This is what I wanted Jae,” you sniff out, tears pouring down your cheeks.

“I want to talk to you,” you sob.

Jaehyun then, also sobbing, placed his right hand on your soaked cheek. You leaned into his touch as he grabbed one of the hands you placed on his thigh with his left hand and locked your fingers together.

“I’m so sorry, I should’ve done better ,” he whispered, “you deserve someone better.” He placed his head on your shoulder, his right hand still stroking your cheek.

“Jae,” you sigh, “I don’t care about what I deserve because i know what I want,” you paused, “what I need.”

You took the hand that wasn’t laced with his and placed it on the nape of his neck, lightly smoothing down his hair.

“Look at me,” you whisper.

Jaehyun slowly lifts his head off of your shoulder and looks into your eyes, your hand moves from his neck and slides over his one resting on your cheek. You pull that hand off of your still soaked cheek and lace your fingers together and place both of your intertwined hands in your lap.

“I want you babe,” you whisper looking deeply into his damp eyes with you own.

With those words Jaehyun pulls you onto his lap so that his arms are around your waist and your legs are around his, he places soft kisses to your cheeks, kissing away your tears.

“I am so sorry baby,” he whispers in between kisses, “I love you so much.”

“And I love you, Jung Jaehyun,” you smile softly before placing a warm, delicate but passionate kiss onto his pink lips.

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waywardnerd67 · 6 years

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And For You, Handsome

Summary: Castiel meets Dean at a retro diner where their waitress is smitten with him. Characters: Castiel, Waitress!Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester Pairing: Castiel x Waitress!Reader Warnings: Fluff/Implied Smut Word Count: 2683 A/N: This was inspired by seeing THIS POST and my brain would not allow me to move on until I wrote it. So, I’m blaming @ain-t-bovvered since it was her reblog. LOL! As always this is unbeta so all mistakes are mine. Likes, comments and reblogs are splendid and I will love you doubly for them! Enjoy!

Castiel pulled his old beat up Ford truck into the small diner’s parking lot. He parked next to The Winchester’s 1967 Chevy Impala. Castiel had been traveling all around searching for Jack who had disappeared weeks ago. He looked in his rearview mirror running his hand through his chocolate brown hair. His deep blue eyes were tired looking, even if he did not need sleep, from worry.

He got out of the truck and walked inside the diner where he saw Sam and Dean sitting in a booth. “Hello Dean, Sam.” He said sitting next to Dean who was already sliding across the booth to let him in.

“Hey Cas, how is the search for Jack?” Sam asked genuinely looking concerned. Castiel appreciated the relationship Sam built with Jack in his absence. He truly cared for him when he could not be there.

Castiel shook his head, “Nothing. I cannot seem to track him in any way.” He pursed his lips into a thin line.

Just then their waitress came rolling over to them on shoes that had wheels on the bottom of them. Castiel was intrigued by her strange shoes and impressed by her gracefulness.

“Hiya, guys! My name is (Y/N) and I’ll be your bringer of all things delicious.” She smiled down at him as she continued, “What can I get y’all to drink?”

“Coke for me, darling.” Dean said as he gave her his traditional charming smile. Castiel had seen many women fall for Dean’s charms but this woman seemed different. She nodded writing down his drink order and looking to Sam for his without a second look towards Dean.

After taking Sam’s order, she looked to Castiel smiling brightly again, “And for you, handsome?”

He tilted his head slightly confused, “Uh. Water is fine.” She nodded and placed her hand on his shoulder as she pushed forward on her rolly shoes.

Dean and Sam were both chuckling, “Well, well seems like our waitress has a thing for trench coat wearing angels.” Dean said as Castiel looked over to him.

“Why do her shoes have wheels on them? She could easily fall on those.” He asked concerned for her safety as he turned and watched her rolling around behind the counter with a tray full of food.

Sam was now laughing as he said, “This is what they call a retro diner. Back in the 50’s waitress would wear roller skates to serve food to people. It was like their trademark in the industry.”

“Roller skates? That does not simple practical for the food service.” He said as Dean patted his back.

“It’s not, however you can’t help but be impressed with a woman who is that graceful. Am I right?” Castiel looked back over to (Y/N) and nodded slowly as Dean smiled widely at him. “Sammy, I do believe our Cas is intrigued by our waitress.”

Castiel felt his cheeks burning not completely sure as to why they were but he was also feeling a lot of things he did not understand. His stomach felt uneasy and his hands were restless as he slid them over his thighs repeatedly.

“Here we go! Now what can I get you to eat?” she asked rolling to a stop and standing close to him. As she took Sam’s order, Dean leaned over whispering to Castiel.

“The best part about waitresses is they always smell like food.” Castiel looked at Dean curiously as he winked and clicked his tongue.

Castiel leaned slightly closer to (Y/N) and inhaled deeply taking in the smell of fried potatoes, crushed coffee beans and a distinct fruity smell.

“Finally, ole blue eyes here, what can I get for you?” Her (Y/E/C) eyes peered down into his and he felt his vessel’s heart beat accelerate slightly.

He swallowed the lump in his throat as he answered, “Um, cheeseburger with fries. Thank you.” She smiled biting her lower lip slightly.

He watched her roll off towards the kitchen. His eyes traveled down her curvy body covered by a bright blue uniform that landed just above her knees. Her legs were long and strong from skating for eight hours a day.

“Cas!” Sam called out as he waved his hand in front of his face.

He shook his head slightly and looked to Sam who was smirking, “Sorry. What were you saying?” he was hoping they would ignore his moment of distraction.

Of course, he was never that lucky as Dean was chuckling louder now, “Cas were you checking out the waitress? Oh, this is good. We are always looking for teachable moments. Now, remember she gets hit on all the time so you have to bring your A-game.”

Castiel rolled his eyes as Dean went on about flirting with the waitress. Sam was trying to get Dean to stop as Castiel’s attention went back to (Y/N). He was not completely inexperience with women though very limited. There was Meg who he had kissed like he saw in the Pizza Man and the Babysitter. Then there was April, the reaper who tried to kill him. His experience with her was most educational more so than watching the Pizza Man.

(Y/N) was talking with one of the patrons of the diner who was standing in front of a jukebox. One of the only good things to come from Metatron was his download of pop culture in his head. As soon as a song started to play (Y/N) began swaying her hips to it. She was skating to deliver food while dancing and singing along to the song.

When she came back over with their food she was humming to herself and he found it pleasing to listen to her unlike listening to Dean sing in the car. “Here you go, handsome. Is there anything else I can get for you now?”

They all shook their heads as she smiled and then she bumped her hip into his arm winking down at him, “Just let me know if you need anything else.” She skated off to check on another table.

“Cas, buddy, she is flirting with you relentlessly. Now, you need to come up with a way to ask her when she’s off and if she would like to meet up later.” Dean explained as he took a large bite out of his burger.

Sam rolled his eyes at Dean, “Leave him be, Dean. Besides we have bigger things go one like finding Jack that we need to focus on.”

Dean scoffed, “Sammy just because you can’t get a woman to hit on you doesn’t mean we should belittle the opportunity our buddy Cas has here with one smoking waitress.”

“Sam is right, Dean. We need to focus on finding Jack.” Castiel said as he glanced over to (Y/N) who was slightly bend over cleaning a table. Something deep within him stirred and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

Dean sighed in defeat, “You two are buzzkills. Alright, let’s talk about Jack and how we are not able to find him.”

As Dean finished his meal he traded plates with Castiel eating his burger as well since he did not eat. They talked about ways to find Jack and Castiel discussed going up to Heaven to see if they would help. Duma was still a little upset over losing her wings but she would just have to see reason and get over it.

(Y/N) had come over a few more times to check on them and for Dean to pay the bill for their food. As they were leaving, Castiel noticed she was taking off her apron and skates towards the back of the diner. He stood next to his truck saying goodbye to the Winchesters and watched them drive off. He was about to get into his truck when he heard (Y/N)’s voice.

“Hey Cas! Excuse me, you left your phone on the table. It’s Cas, right? I thought I overheard your friend call you that.” She called out jogging up to him. She was now in a t-shirt and jeans with normal shoes on. Her hair was down and slightly covering her face from the breeze that was blowing.

He took the phone from her, “Yes, it is and thank you. I don’t remember setting it on the table.” He said as he figured it was Dean who took the phone from his coat pocket.

She bit her lower lip and shifted from one foot to the other nervously, “So, I was wondering… I mean I know you just ate but I haven’t and I was wondering if you would like to join me?”

Castiel knew he should say no and get to the sandbox but there was something within him pushing him to go with her. “Uh, sure.” He said bringing a brilliant smile to her ruby lips.

“Great! You can just follow me. I’m in the little silver car over there.” She pointed towards a car at the back of the parking lot. She began walking towards it looking back at him over her shoulder. There was a slight bounce in her step as she walked making her hair bounce along with it.

He followed her to a small house on the outskirts of town parking his truck in front of it. She waited for him to walk up the driveway to her porch where there was a swing slightly swaying. Watching her unlock the door he followed her inside instantly taking in the sweet smell of apples and cinnamon.

“Can I take your coat for you?” she asked as she hung her bag up in the small foyer. Castiel apprehensively took off his trench coat feeling vulnerable since his angel blade was in his sleeve.

He looked around her small living room that led into her kitchen where she was currently walking into. The feelings coursing through him made him nervous. He was not used to having these particularly feelings of uneasiness, stomach churning, desire.

She came back into the living room with a sandwich and two bottles of water. “Here you go. Sorry, my place is a little messy. I haven’t had any company for a while.”

He sat down next to her on the couch making sure there was a good chunk of space in between them. He liked how she curled her legs under herself as she sat down. It reminded him of a cat curling up to go to sleep.

He did his best to keep up with polite conversation she was initiating. However, Castiel kept getting distracted by the way her plump lips formed words and how staring at them enticed parts of his body to physically react.

She got up taking her empty plate into her kitchen and he took a deep breath trying to calm his vessel down. He was not used to the reactions he was having. He shifted back slightly as she came back in sitting down closer to him now.

She giggled softly the sound had the corner of his mouth turning up into a smile. “Okay, I’m going to be extremely forward, but I’ve been flirting with you hoping you felt something between us. Am I reading into things wrong?” He voice was low and nervous.

Castiel placed his hand on top of hers, “I’m not entirely sure. I’m not very experienced in interactions with women. The few that I have had have not turned out for the best. I know that you elicit feelings within me that I am unsure about having but they intrigue me.”

(Y/N) laced her fingers with his. Looking over to her she looked up at him through her long, thick eyelashes and her tongue darted out moisten her red lips. Castiel bit his bottom lip suddenly feeling like he was being held back. His body was urging him to move and give in to what it wanted but his brain was keeping him in place.

“So, what now Cas?” she whispered pressing her body closer to his.

As if a light switch went off inside him and someone cut the restraints on his tense body he reacted. Crashing his rough lips to hers, his hands landing on her hips and picking her up onto his lap. Her legs landed on either side of him as her hands went into his messy hair.

He let out a small growl as she gently pulled it and he brought her hips closer to him. She let her head fall back with a groan as he trailed his lips down her neck. He noticed she still smelled like diner food and fruit mixing an intoxicating concoction of sweet and salty.

“Bed… room. Now.” She panted pointed down a long hallway.

With ease he lifted her up as he stood and she wrapped her long legs around his waist. As they walked she started taking off her shirt and bra. His mouth went in between her breasts nipping and licking anything he could. Once they were in her bedroom, he let his vessel’s body take over following whatever it wanted to do. He realized soon enough that this was the right thing to do from the sounds coming from (Y/N).

The next morning, Castiel woke up with (Y/N) resting her head on his chest and their bodies wrapped in a single bed sheet. He knew that he needed to leave soon.

He ran his fingers through her hair gently, “(Y/N).” he whispered as she groaned shaking her head.

“Nooo… five more minutes.” She said groggily snuggling closer to him.

He chuckled running his fingers down her bare back enjoying the feeling of her soft skin against his callous fingers. The thought of leaving her made his heart ache yet another new sensation. He waited the full five minutes and then tried moving again.

(Y/N) wrapped her arm and leg around him shaking her head, “Now Cas, you know five minutes was a literal five minutes. Stay. You can’t just leave after giving me one of the best nights of my life.”

He sighed truly wanting to stay, but knowing he needed to leave. “I’m sorry, (Y/N). There is somewhere I need to be. However, I would not mind coming back in a few days to see you again.” She looked up at him with a small smile nodding.

As he untangled himself from her and the sheet he heard her let out a small gasp as he stood up. He looked down at her curiously, “What is it?” he asked.

He could see the same look in her eyes as the night before as she licked her bottom lip, “I guess I just didn’t get to see and appreciate all of you last night. Good god…” She said her eyes traveling down his vessel’s body.

He watched as her eyes widen settling on a particular point. He could feel his body reacting and he could no longer ignore it like he used to be able too. He smiled at her crawling back into her bed and hovering over her. “I guess I could be a little late to my appointment.”

As he walked to his truck from (Y/N)’s house, he heard someone clapping from the driver’s side. He lowered his angel blade as he rounded the corner and saw it was Dean leaning against it.

“That’s my boy, Cas. We have some news on Jack, so I’ll drive us back to the Bunker and on the way, tell me every detail of your night.” He said holding out his hand for Castiel’s keys.

He handed them over getting in on the passenger side. He looked up to her porch seeing (Y/N) sitting on her swing waving goodbye to him. He turned forward sighing already missing her more than he knew he should.

“Don’t keep me in suspense, tell me everything. Did you have protection, at least?” Dean asked excitedly.

Castiel looked over confused saying, “Well I had my angel blade nearby. You know, just in case she ended up like April.”

Dean’s laughter could be heard for the next mile as they drove down the road.

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