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self-preservation [remus lupin x reader]

"You know what I thought when I first saw you?" he asked you, almost whispering, pulled tight against his chest, “‘she looks like she's going to ruin me,’" he finished, pushing his lips against your neck, forcing your head up. Your heart pounded loudly in your chest as he adorned your throat with sweet, open-mouthed kisses, your coworkers sat mere inches away.

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tags: smut, nsft, 18+ only please, coworkers to friends to ???, muggle reader, fem reader, she/her pronouns used for reader, marauders era, post Hogwarts, no Voldemort au, semi-public (bathroom) sex, anxious reader

You peered into the mirror of your bathroom reluctantly. Freshly ironed uniform, check. Hair in a neat ponytail, check. Name tag, check. You felt like you were forgetting something important but that was unlikely.

You were already oily. You blotted the shine away from your skin, feeling your lips pull down into a frown. Your stomach was aching with nerves, having spent hours last night curled up in bed worrying about this morning - your first day at your new job.

You weren't a job hopper, per say, but you were also slightly cowardly in that when things got too hard you gave up. Self-preservation, you told yourself. Even though this job was an hour away from your house, and the bus only came once every hour on your route which was 50 minutes before your shift or 50 minutes after it (whereas your old job had only been a ten minute walk) you’d still quit. You'd have to find ways to kill time.

Turning from the mirror you set your eyes on your backpack. It was from your school days, dark bottle green and worn at the corners with dirty corners and a busted zip. You opened it to check you had everything you needed: your lunch, your purse, your cassette player, and a book.

You locked your door behind you and set off down the street and then up the steep hill to the bus stop. It was drizzling out and you didn't have a working umbrella, so you pulled the hood of your coat over your hair and kept your head down.

You dodged the familiar potholes and crossed the main road with ease, having done it almost everyday for the last 4 years since school ended. You wondered if you'd ever learn to drive, or get a real job, a real career.

You sighed, sitting down on the sorry excuse for a bench inside the bus shelter, and pushed the thoughts from your mind. There was no point in wondering about these things - it was unlikely your life would change now. Any hope for a more interesting life was a way to set yourself up for disappointment.

You didn't mind the life you lead now. You had acquaintances, your family sometimes, a nice neighbour in the flat opposite. You had your books, your TV, music, the movies. You found peace in the long bus rides and the long wait for the long bus rides, and you couldn't really do anything else, anyway.

The bus pulled in. You climbed on, paid the driver, and took an open seat close to the front before opening your backpack on your lap to start up your cassette player. You turned the tape, put your headphones on and clicked play. By the time that side of the cassette had finished, you should be about 10 minutes away from the supermarket. You couldn’t read on the bumpy bus without getting terrible motion sickness, so you closed your eyes and let the cassette play.

It was your favourite album. You must've set this cassette back to the beginning a hundred times to listen to the first song. It was a love song, you thought, maybe not the everyday man's love song, but a love song all the same.

You’d almost drifted back off to sleep. Waking up at 5AM that morning after a few meagre hours that consisted mostly of tossing and turning had left you tired. The cassette clicked, having finished, and you jolted up, trying to work out what stop you were at. You’d tested the route out a few times, once before the interview, once for the interview, and then again yesterday to make sure you had it down.

You were lucky. Had you waited a minute more you could’ve missed it.

A few other passengers were getting off at this stop, though it was still an hour and ten minutes before the supermarket opened. Maybe they wanted to show up early too. You followed a slower older woman off the bus and stopped by the back door and located the side door your manager had shown you a few days prior. When you’d explained the bus delay to her she had given you the okay to sit in the break room before and after your shifts, though they’d often be locking up if you worked the second shift. You weren’t looking forward to waiting outside in the dark for almost an hour by yourself.

That was a worry for another day - today you were working the first shift, the early shift, and so you’d be able to wait in the break room.

Your manager wasn't in the room, though the door was open. You walked over to the little cubby she'd labelled with your name. It was next to a 'Remus'. You smiled, it was a nice name, one you didn't hear often.

You shoved your coat and backpack into the cubby and sat down at one of three tables with your front facing the door just in case. Then you opened your book. It was literary fiction, something serious and heart-rending that regularly had you feeling emotions that were much too big.

Time passed quickly. Your manager popped in after half an hour and said hi, made a cup of coffee while she chatted about your first day responsibilities and how somebody named Daniel would be showing you the ropes. Don't worry, Y/N, it's easy work.

You nodded and asked her how she was. She answered enthusiastically and offered you a drink, which you declined. Not because you didn't want one, you craved something that would warm your stiff fingers, but because you felt like any extension of a want or need was impolite. The last thing you wanted was to be a burden.

"Alright love. If you change your mind, help yourself. Oh, and Daniel already knows he's in charge of you so keep an eye out for him, he'll be in any second now."

Daniel was not anywhere to be seen for another ten minutes. You were reading your book without really reading it, eyes following the words but not digesting them. You turned the pages regardless.

The outside door opened. You seized up and laid your book down flat to seem friendlier.

There was a guy in the doorway. He was beautiful. Maybe the most breathtaking boy you’d ever seen. He was also the tallest boy you'd ever seen in real life, which was mildly perturbing. He had, illuminated by the industrial lights, multiple scars on his face, like he'd been in a knife fight or four. There was a thicker one in the middle of his face beginning at the bottom of his cheek and bisecting over the bridge of his nose to strike just beneath his eyebrow and then through it, and one starting under his mouth to come up diagonally past his nose.

You'd been staring. He realised this. You felt terrible.

"Hi," you said awkwardly.

"Hi."

He went over to the cupboard and you realised you'd fucked up quite badly quite quickly.

"I'm Y/N."

He didn't answer. You twisted your fingers together. Perhaps the best route would be to apologise before it could get worse.

"I'm- I'm sorry for staring. Really. Sorry," you said apologetically. His shoulders tensed up and then relaxed.

"It's okay. Hard not to, I suppose."

"It's still not fair. I'm sorry."

He'd shed his coat and was closing the cupboard. "Don't worry about it."

You tried to ask his name. He was already out the inside door.

You felt more sick than you had in days. First day on the job, first fuck up. Perhaps you should quit this job too, you were thinking, when Daniel came in.

"Y/N?" he didn't wait for you to answer, "I'm Dan. Let's get stacking!"

Dan said this as though stacking would be an irreplaceable experience in life to be had nowhere else. In reality, it made you want to cry. You wondered over and over if you couldn't actually do this, or anything.

The fun part was pushing the cage full of produce to the right aisle, and the terrible part was moving the product to the shelves on the aisles. You suspected you were sweating under your supermarket polo, and elected to keep your arms close to your body in case.

Dan was chatty.

“So, why here?”

“What?”

“Why work here? Sue says you live ages away.”

You shrugged. “I saw you guys were hiring.”

“Trouble finding one closer to home?”

“Yes,” you said, even though it wasn’t explicitly true.

“Well, you live even further away than Lupin.”

“Lupin?” you asked, shoving the plastic and cardboard from a tray of tinned food into the rubbish bag on the cage.

“Tall, dark, handsome? Has the-“ Dan gestured to his face.

You flushed, embarrassed at the memory. “I think I got off on the wrong foot with him this morning.”

Dan shoved a full tray of soup tins behind an emptier one at the front, wiping his forehead with his hand. “He’s not a big talker. But he’s nice. He lives ages away near the posh houses. Can’t be that posh if he works here with us, of course,” Dan said, laughing to himself. You hummed in answer and ripped open a new tray.

You and Dan had the same lunch break. He quizzed you over your respective sandwiches on your schooling, your family, things like that. He was friendly and you were glad Sue had asked him to oversee you. You worried that had it been the Lupin boy from earlier you would’ve spent the hours aware of every single thing about you. Attractive people made you nervous. Daniel was attractive enough, dark-skinned and chiselled but softened by age, with a moustache that twisted up at the corners. He was also older than your dating pool by about twenty years, you guessed. He was a typical fatherly figure.

He was so chatty you were almost glad when you went back to work, stacking slowed his questions for a reprieve every now and then. You hadn’t told anyone so many things about you since your last general practitioner appointment.

It was exhausting in a way. You felt overwhelmed at the attention, startled with his questions and mortified with your answers. You tried to return his questions so that you didn’t have to talk so much, and he was more than happy to answer them, but he still kept asking and asking.

By the time you’d finished for the day and said goodbye to Dan you wanted to collapse. In the same seat as before in the staff room you leaned your head against the desk, covering your ears. You’d be able to stay like this for about forty minutes before you had to get ready for the bus, you figured.

The silence was blissful. You measured each breath, weary of being too loud even though the room was empty.

The next day was almost exactly the same, with the exception of embarrassing yourself in front of Lupin. When you told him good morning, he said good morning back and then nothing else. He took his coat off, put his things away, and left. You tried not to watch him, and then felt as though refusing to look at him might’ve been worse than staring.

You and Dan ate lunch with some other people. Lupin was nowhere to be seen, and you wondered if he ate. He looked on the skinnier side, so perhaps he didn’t.

You crossed his path once on the way to a new aisle to replenish. He was sitting at one of the front tills. There was a brown-skinned boy with dark hair and glasses monopolising him; they were both leaning towards each other in familiarity, and when the boy laughed Lupin’s mouth twitched up at the corners. God, you thought, where were they making these attractive guys, and why were they gathered at this supermarket of all places?

You felt even worse for wear. Every day for the rest of the week was the same, and the cycle was comforting and exhausting at once. When Sue asked if you wanted to work on Saturday you said yes because you didn’t feel like it was professional to say no. Dan didn’t work weekends, she told you, so you’d be doing it by yourself. This was fine by you, though you suspected the tiredness of waking up before dawn and sleeping well after sundown would finally catch up with you. As you waited for the bus that evening at the end of your shift, forcing your face down into your arms to breathe, you fell asleep. It couldn’t have been long, twenty minutes, and when you woke up you felt better. You checked your watch and sighed in relief - you still had time before the bus.

You squinted. On the table beside you was a bar of chocolate. You were hesitant to pick it up in case it was somebody else’s but the room was empty and it had been placed close to your head. Why would somebody leave it so close to you if it wasn’t meant for you?

It must’ve been Sue, you decided, taking the chocolate into your hands. The cardboard sleeve was embossed. You ran your fingers over the edges and smiled.

The next week was more of the same. Get up early, take the long bus ride, wait in the staff room for almost an hour before your shift and pretend to read so the time isn’t wasted, work, eat lunch, work, wait some more, usually with your face covered to hide from the sterile white lights, and then get the bus home again. When you got home, you showered, ate something if you could manage it, and went to bed.

You’d lost a little bit of weight, probably from the transition phase of it all and your restlessness. You didn’t worry about gaining it back.

The week after that, Lupin was missing. You wanted to ask Daniel about it but couldn’t think of a way that didn’t come off as weird, because there wasn’t a reason that you could think of where you had any business knowing.

When he finally came back that Friday, he was pale. You ended up in the same aisle on opposite sides. He was slower than you; out of the corner of your eye you could see him wince everytime he bent down. You admitted to yourself that you were about to do something ridiculous, that it was a situation that could end up with you embarrassed, and then you started really stacking the shelves. As quietly as possible, of course, but soon you were done. Lupin still had half a cage left.

You stood next to him without saying anything and started helping.

“Y/N,” he said, first surprised, then guiltily, “you don’t have to.”

You shrugged, pleased he knew your name. “I have nothing else to do.”

You looked up into his face. Still ridiculously attractive, you thought to yourself miserably. He nodded at you and you kept working with him in tandem until there was only one row left. You took it before he could and slotted it behind the old product.

“Thank you,” he said once you’d finished.

You smiled as earnestly as you could manage without showing any teeth. “You’re welcome, Lupin.”

He laughed, wickedly, for a moment. It ended in wheezing.

The smile slid off your face. “What?” you asked in confusion.

“Sorry, it’s not you. Nobody calls me Lupin except Daniel. Uh - it’s Remus. Lupin’s my surname.”

Your ears were burning. “I’m sorry.”

“You couldn’t have known.”

You set your eyes on the floor. “It’s a nice name. You don’t hear it much anymore, what with the fall of Rome and all,” you joked nervously.

He laughed again, softer this time. You pushed your hands together tightly.

“You know that story?” he asked.

“Remus and Romulus, raised by wolves,” you said. “You have a twin brother?”

He grimaced.

“No.” He pushed his cage away without saying anything else, and you wondered what you’d done wrong this time.

There was a girl crying in the frozen foods aisle. Her mother was likely somewhere in the store but she was inconsolable. She couldn’t have been more than 6 or 7 years old, you guessed from where you were standing. You’d heard the crying and gone to investigate and found Remus already there, on his knees and talking quietly to the girl. She didn’t notice, led out on the ground crying her eyes out.

“Hey,” Remus said, so quietly you had to strain to hear him, “you like magic?”

The girls crying cut off abruptly. She looked up at Remus with wide eyes, breathing hard, and nodded. Remus smiled at her gently - the most vulnerable expression you’d seen on his face since meeting him almost a month ago.

“Can I have your hair clip?” he asked her, opening his palm. When the girl looked hesitant, he cracked a smile. “I promise I’ll give it back.”

She slid it from her hair and deposited it in his left hand with the care that only children possess. Remus closed his fingers around it and put both of his hands behind his back.

“What hand do you think it’s in?”

“That one!” she said, pointing at his left arm. Remus made a face like she was right and he was shocked, pulling his left hand from behind his back. When he opened his palm, it was empty.

“That’s not magic! You just moved it!” she protested.

Remus raised his eyebrows, facial expressions all exaggerated, and showed her his right hand too. Both palms were empty. The girl got off of her back to quickly check behind his back and when she didn’t see the clip, she frowned. “Where did it go?”

“Oh!” Remus said, theatrical.

“What?” the girl asked, excited by his tone.

He held his hand up to her face in a silent question. The little girl walked towards him again. “Here,” he said, pulling the clip from behind her ear. “How did that get there?”

The girl’s eyes were round and large as saucers. She giggled, accepting the clip from his hand. “Wow! How did you do that?”

“A wizard never reveals his secrets.”

You snorted softly. He’d almost got it.

“Can you do it again?”

The tannoy sounded. “All exits are shut until we find a Miss Melanie Jones, 6 years old. Can all associates please keep an eye out for Melanie and return her to the front desk? Thank you.” That was Sue.

Remus made a sound of displeasure. “Sorry, Melanie, I think Mummy’s looking for you. Shall we go find her?”

Melanie nodded and forced Remus to take her hand. He looked surprised but didn’t pull away.

You thought about Remus in a fond light for a moment. He could’ve shepherded the girl to the front desk with much less kindness. His magic trick had befuddled you too. How had he hidden the clip when he was wearing the regulation short-sleeve polo? Between his fingers, maybe? You frowned before pushing it out of your mind and returning to your stacking.

You almost fell over the crate of water bottles you’d left behind. Putting the water bottles out on the shelves was probably the most tiring responsibility you had, not heavy enough to complain at first, but the more you lifted the more your arms ached. Stack-fatigue, Daniel called it good-humouredly. You called it hard fucking work.

It was ridiculous how many brands of water bottles there were, how many sizes, sparkling or still, flavoured or distilled. The four packs of litre bottles and the huge 5 litre flasks were the most tiring, and by the time you’d emptied the metal trolly you were aching and frazzled. You noted down what was still missing and pulled your cage back to the stock-room, which was more like a warehouse, really, but everyone called it the stockroom, a labyrinth of towering piles of merchandise and produce.

The sparkling water you needed was almost too high up for you. You knew you should’ve looked for the warehouse manager or at least an assistant, somebody more capable to reach the water for you, but you felt like you could get it yourself and you didn’t want to bother anyone. You caught the plastic wrap around the bottles and pulled, finding yourself seized in panic when the palate collapsed, and tens of bottles fell on the ground. The carbonation made them pop open like rockets, shooting water all over the ground, your shoes, your uniform and in your hair. It was strawberry flavoured, evidently, and not the ones you’d needed in the first place.

You wiped a dribbling line of water from the side of your face and stared at the mess in silence.

Pressing your hand to your sternum, you could feel your heartbeat where your fingers were touching each other.

Your chest was tightening, so tight. The small explosions, the sudden sound, the movement of it had made you flinch away and had started your racing heart, the anxiety of what had happened wouldn’t let it slow back down.

You stepped away from the growing pool of water with something like trepidation growing in your head. Would you be sacked for this? Shouted at? How could you fix it?

Your chest was burning. You took in a ragged breath. You knew what was happening, just didn’t want it to be happening. You could feel strawberry flavoured water bleeding into your vest top and your bra, feel it licking your skin.

You backed up again into a person where you thought there would be space. You moved away, wincing. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re dripping,” Remus said.

“Yes,” you said uselessly. Your heart was beating loudly in your ears, and your voice had an underwater quality to it.

“Did you get hurt?” he asked, voice laden with concern.

You tried to say no but you couldn’t get the word out. You shook your head, blinking hard to prevent tears.

“Hey,” he said, voice reminiscent of how he’d spoken to Melanie. “It’s okay. Stuff like this happens more often than you’d think.”

You nodded again, shoving your useless hands deep into your pockets.

He nodded. “You can go get changed, if you want. I’ll sort this out.”

A larger part of you knew you should’ve refused - you weren’t a child, you needed to clean up after yourself. A larger part wanted to go cry in the bathroom. “Okay,” you mumbled, turning away from him.

You cried in the bathroom like you couldn’t breathe, pressing your hands into your eyes. You didn’t bother turning the lights on. You imagined that you looked a pathetic picture, sat there in the dark gasping for breath and smothering any sound. Trying to stay quiet made it so much worse. You felt your brain burning in your skull and your eyes began to hurt.

Resigned to the waves of sheer anxiety moving through you, you stumbled into the sink and grabbed for your spare clothes you’d put on top of the toilet tank. It was lucky you had them at all as you’d only been given them a few days ago. Before that you’d been living in one uniform.

You stripped down to your underwear and kicked the clothes into a pile you’d pick up later, using a tissue to dry the line of stickiness around your necklace. You pulled the shirt over your wet head, shaking it down. You patted at your strawberry stained underwear with a dry section of your discarded top and pulled your trousers up over them. You had to keep your damp socks on from a lack of replacements.

You could breathe properly by this point. You washed your face of smudged make-up in the sink, leaning giver it to let the drips fall back down into the porcelain.

You patted your face dry and gathered your sticky clothes into a ball, pushing the door open.

Remus was leaning against the wall. He stood ramrod straight when he saw you. You paused like a deer-in-headlights, wondering if he’d heard you crying.

“Have you finished already?” you asked him, clearing your throat.

“Didn’t take long. Mopping,” he said awkwardly.

You hummed. “Thanks.”

“Are you alright?”

You squished your ball of clothes tighter. “I’m fine.”

“I have a friend who doesn’t like loud noises either.”

Your shoulders came up. “I have bad nerves.”

“It’s alright. I just wanted to see if you were okay.”

Your eyebrows pulled together. His concern was admirable, sure, but it felt weird after the frosty exterior you were used to. The image you had of him in your mind - not necessarily mean, but closed off; not rude, but private - was reforming.

“I’m really sorry,” you said.

“It’s fine. Doesn’t come out of my pay,” he said lightly.

You winced. “At least it was sparkling water.”

“Sue won’t actually dock you. She’s smashed too many bottles of amaretto to enforce that rule.”

You smiled wanly. “You didn’t have to do that for me;”

He shrugged. “You didn’t have to for me either,” he said. You figured he meant your help a few days ago.

“Was Melanie okay afterwards?” you asked, a deflection.

He rubbed the back of his neck. “You saw that?”

“You were good with her.”

“I have practice,” he said.

“How did you do it?” you asked him, lips quirked up in an awkward smile. “The trick?”

“You heard what I said to Melanie, a wizard never reveals his secrets.”

You shifted from foot to foot. “It’s ‘magician’. A true magician never reveals his secrets,” you corrected peaceably.

His easy smile stuttered. “Is it?” he asked, voice raised an octave.

“I think so,” a polite way to say yes.

He laughed suddenly. It sounded rehearsed.

“Yeah,” you sighed, looking down at your shoes. “I’ll go put these in my bag and then find Sue and explain. Thanks for cleaning up my mess.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he said kindly.

“You really do mop quickly.”

“Another magic trick.”

“You wanna teach me that one?”

“Maybe one day.”

It got quite dismal after that. Time moved on, a week, two, and December was here. Working Christmas shifts in retail made you understandably homicidal. People were rude and pushy, bossing you around or getting mad with you for the littlest inconveniences. It was wearing everybody down. Luckily, Dan stayed his usual happy self to keep morale up, and Sue continued to provide you with chocolates and sweets though she hadn’t shown it was her. You found them in your rucksack and your cupboard, but never again after you’d fallen asleep at the table (which happened often).

To deal with the extra strain you accepted Sue’s proposition of double shifts. You didn’t mind until you did, starting everyday and thinking, hey, yesterday wasn’t so bad! And then getting to the end of the day and vowing to never do it again. It wasn’t your choice, alas, and so you kept working.

Remus disappeared again for a few days again. His eyes were pinched at the corners with pain when he came back. He never complained, stocking and serving and cleaning without so much as a huff.

You ended up working late shifts with him. The new Christmas hires were all young bar one mother, and they were all nosey, asking questions they shouldn’t be asking about Remus. You’d known him for over a month and held your tongue, but some random young man with too much hair gel asked Dan while you were all putting your coats on, “What’s up with Lupin?”

Remus had left barely moments ago. New guy had wasted no time.

“What do you mean?” Dan asked, voice a shade from his usual friendly tone.

“He looks constipated.”

Dan cleared his throat. “Let’s all try and have some compassion, huh? Lupin’s business is his, and it’s not kind to talk about your coworkers behind their backs.”

The boy was unphased. “I’m just saying.”

You said goodbye, preferring to wait in the cold bus stop than to listen to this. Dan gave you a pleading look, as if to say, don’t leave me with these people. You smiled at him like you were clueless and left the staff room.

Remus was leaning against the hood of his car, smoking a cigarette. You smiled at him as you walked past and said, “See you tomorrow, Remus.”

He smiled, flicking ash on the ground with practised fingers. “See you tomorrow.”

You nodded, ducking under the bus shelter. It was cold - blisteringly so, you’re fingers stiff holding open your paperback. You leaned on the bench and tried not to watch Remus finish his cigarette, ignoring with dedication the way his lips pursed around it, his steady fingers holding it there.

You felt yourself relax at the sound of his door opening and shutting. It felt egotistical to worry that he’d been watching you, but you had been. You turned a page. You hadn’t been reading it properly.

The door opened again.

“Y/N!” Remus called, not so loudly, he’d come around the side of the car to talk to you. “You want a lift home?”

“That’s okay.”

“The bus won’t come for ages and it’s freezing,” he said lightly, “you’re on the way.”

You gripped your book between both hands. “If you’re sure.”

“Yeah.”

He opened the door for you and shut it behind you. You shoved your backpack under your shoes and melted into the old leather seat, the mild warmth of the car miles better than the frigid air outside. Remus got in the driver’s side and turned the heaters on. You held your cold fingers over them, shivering.

He put the car in reverse and turned out of the car park to follow the main road out. You turned around to assess something you thought you’d seen getting in.

“You have kids?” you asked him, looking at the car seat strapped in.

“No, my friends do. One kid.”

“I see.”

You both searched for something to say.

“How old is he?”

“He turned 3 a few months ago. Do you have kids?”

You laughed to yourself, high pitched and ugly. You cleared your throat. “No. Do you think I look old enough?”

“I guess not,” he signalled, looking down both sides of the road for oncoming cars, “though James started young - that’s Harry’s dad,” he said, tilting his head backwards at the car seat. “He had him at 18.”

“I don’t think I could make beans on toast at 18.”

“I still can’t,” Remus said, laughing.

“I’m useless in the kitchen, almost as useless as I am at work.”

“I’m insulted if you think you’re bad.”

Remus had turned the heaters up so high you unzipped your cost and pulled it off, rather than suffering the next 40 minutes sweating like an idiot. “You’re wicked fast with a mop.”

“You’re easily impressed, Y/N.”

“Must be ‘cos of how tall you are, long legs and all that. I wish my legs were longer.”

“Your legs are perfect. Uh, not that I’m looking at them. Well, not that I’m not. Just. Your legs are fine the way they are,” he said. You watched his face develop colour, flustered.

You looked down at your thighs and knew you were blushing too. “Thanks,” you said, throat dry.

“Don’t mention it. Please.”

Remus drove you home most days after that. It slowly got less awkward, thankfully, and you felt as though maybe you were starting to be friends, which might’ve been inevitable considering you spent upwards of 40 minutes a day together, and that he was undoubtedly nice.

You gave him a Christmas card on Christmas Eve, which you both worked, and he gave you one in return on Boxing Day, which you also both worked, apologising that he hadn’t had the forethought. You felt a deep affection for his bumbling sorry, assuring him that it was more than fine. He also gave you a bar of chocolate, and you looked at the packaging with inquisitive eyes. It was the same as the ones that often appeared when you were having a bad day. You opened your mouth to ask him, had he been the one who’d been leaving you sweets? But you couldn’t get the words out.

The night before the New Year’s Eve work’s do, you sidled up to his checkout with a new familiarity. You’d developed a teasing friendship, based mostly on jokes about how lovely your legs were. He’d eventually stopped responding with bashfulness, working through mild irritation and was now openly teasing right back.

“Wow, nice legs. You walked them here by yourself?” he asked, fiddling with the tills card reader.

“Starting early today?”

“Getting my digs in before you.”

You rolled your eyes, leaning your arse against the metal casing of the conveyor belt so your back was too him. You turned your neck so he could see half your face whilst you kept an eye out for Sue.

“If Sue sees you over here she’ll make you close again.”

You groaned. “Fuck, I hope she doesn’t. I was 2 minutes away from missing the bus last time, and it’s the last one on rotation.”

“Don’t slack and you won’t get in trouble,” he said pointedly, leaning back in his desk chair.

You gave him a sardonic smile.

“Jerm giving you trouble?”

Jerm was Jeremiah. He was the crunchy-haired boy who’d asked Dan about Remus almost two weeks ago. He was proving to be worse and worse as time went on. Smarmy.

“He wants to know if I’m going to the party tomorrow,” you told Remus, irritated.

“Are you?”

You sighed, letting your shoulders fall back. “I’m not sure, I’m not… I don’t do stuff like that. If that makes sense. Are you going?”

He smirked in his way. You’d find him smug if he wasn’t so charming. “Sure, I’ll go if you do.”

You bit your lip. You were scared to go to the party; you hadn’t enjoyed any socialisation outside of work in years without the close company of nausea.

“What will I wear?” you asked finally, resigned to your fate.

“Something that shows off those lovely legs, if you please.”

You wore a thigh-hugging pair of trousers and a fancy top from two years ago and covered it all up with a jumper that was too big for you.

The pub was two more stops on the bus than work. You sat there twiddling your thumbs with nothing better to do having left your rucksack at home in favour of a small shoulder bag. You could fit your purse inside and that was about it, but it looked nicer than your rucksack which hadn’t felt appropriate for a night out.

You got off in town, walked the five minutes through the drizzling rain to the pub and pushed in. It was nice as locals went. There was the regular group of middle-aged men drinking dark pints by the bar where the radio was playing some kind of sports commentary, the young people with nothing better to do, and a festive atmosphere considering the occasion.

Working at the supermarket meant that there were more than a couple of coworkers you knew at least by name and got along with well enough. You sat in a seat right at the edge of the table, where your coworkers had already started ordering drinks. Some had even brought their partners, so there were almost too many conversations to listen to. Daniel smiled when he realised you’d joined them. “What are you drinking?” he cheered.

“I don’t know, Dan. I don’t usually drink,” you said, pushing your sleeves up so that your forearms were exposed. Your bracelet brushed against the sticky table.

“Have a martini with me,” one of the older women said.

You laughed nervously, “That’s much too sophisticated for me.”

“Cranberry and vodka?” Dan suggested.

“Can you taste the vodka?”

“I’d certainly hope so!”

You ordered one at the bar. You took a hesitant sip, feeling the eyes of the older men on your face. You refused to acknowledge them, though you couldn’t hide your grimace at the taste of alcohol.

“I’ll have a lemonade and blackcurrant,” Remus said from behind you, offering the bartender a five pound note. “Hi,” he said to you.

“I’m so glad you came,” you said quickly, leaning your elbows on the cold countertop. “I was getting peer-pressured.”

“By who?” he asked, peering over your head at the table of your coworkers.

“Martha, mostly.”

“Fucking Martha,” you both laughed, “she’s on the martinis?”

“Unfortunately so.”

The bartender set his drink down in front of him. “Where are we sitting?”

We, he’d said. “At the end.”

“Great choice. I once ended up between Dan and his wife, somehow. Never again.”

You wedged yourself into the booth and let Remus have the chair, weary of his legs. He said hi to the few who bothered to greet him, smiled at Sue, who looked radiant, and didn’t touch his drink until you’d already finished yours.

For your refill you asked for a cranberry and vodka without the vodka to appease your coworkers. The later it got the more people flooded in, the pub got dimmer, louder, Remus’ chair pressed as close to the booth as it could be so your arms were touching to avoid people hitting him as they went past. It got more difficult to talk, shouting to hear each other over the din.

You and Remus got along well, these days. Sometimes you’d catch him with a look on his face, however, like he remembered you were new, and you’d stared at him, and you wanted so badly to ask him if it had ruined you for him.

Remus went for a cigarette. You used the moment to have a quick wee, and when you came back somebody had stolen his chair. You stood next to the booth for a while, swishing your cranberry juice in your cup like a whirlpool.

When he noticed the missing chair he laughed. “Chair thieves.”

You agreed with him. He beckoned for you to sit down and you insisted he take the seat instead. “I’m stretching,” you told him. He didn’t believe you but took your seat anyway and as the time went on you found yourself with your hand behind him, fingers pressed between his shirt and the booth wall in an easy comfort to support yourself.

It creeped up to 11PM. The pub was almost as dark as a city club, music was blaring and almost everyone was drunk. You’d barely had any alcohol but the atmosphere was infectious, and you found yourself laughing with abandon at Remus’s silly jokes and stories about things he and his friends had done during school.

“You really did that?” you asked from over the rim of your drink.

“His eyebrows grew back eventually! It was an accident, either way, we only meant to startle him!” Remus defended himself, turned to you. You giggled madly and finished what was left of your drink and put the glass on the table with a resolute click.

“You surprised me,” you said, leaning down enough so that he’d hear you in the loud room but not enough that he could smell the cranberry in your lips, “I thought you’d be better behaved, in school. You look so nice.” You went bright red. “You know, the gentle giant type.”

“You think?”

You opened your mouth wide with a smile to try and explain and was pushed roughly. Somebody had yelled, you’d turned, and that someone had ended up rushing past you with little finesse and took your feet from under you. You fell backwards into Remus’ lap, a sound of shock leaving you.

“Oh,” he said, like an oomf, hands coming up to grab you by the waist. You’d startled, your face was so close to his - inexplicably close, and suddenly everyone was shouting and cheering the countdown. You should’ve pulled away from him, he could’ve moved backwards, and yet you both stared at each other. Maybe it was the surprise of it, being face to face, maybe it was his laugh, or the way he’d looked at your mouth.

You hedged forward until you were a whisper from his mouth. The countdown was so close, people shouting, “3, 2, 1!”

You hoped, indulgently, he would lean forward too. But he didn’t.

Everyone was kissing and celebrating. You tried to get to your feet but Remus didn’t let your waist go.

“What?” you asked him. If he wasn’t going to kiss you, what could he want?

He licked his lips, eyes darting down to your own for a millisecond. “When we met, did you… what did you think of me?”

You frowned. “I thought you were the tallest boy I’d ever seen.”

“Only that?”

You bit your lip. “I thought you were attractive. And that you’d been in a bar fight.”

He turned his face from yours for a split-second, looking as though he was fighting a brief, terrible war with himself. You saw his eyes move to the side as if talking to somebody, a humorous smile on his lips, and then he moved back to kiss you.

You reciprocated without thinking, anchoring yourself on his shoulders. His grip was bruising, flush to your curves through your jumper. You both tasted of fruit, though the lingering alcohol and his recent cigarette were both present in the kiss too. He pulled back, holding a large hand to the side of your face carefully, looking between both of your eyes in a rapid motion that made you dizzy.

You leaned in for a second kiss, chasing his mouth with yours, hoping you were as good at it as he was. His hands made you feel so warm, his lips soft but firm on your own.

"Is this going to make the lift home awkward?" you asked him, breathing hard.

"Depends," he said quietly. "You going to your house or mine?"

"You want to take me home?"

He slipped his hand under the hem of your jumper and shirt and pressed his hand to your bare skin. He could hold an impressive amount of you with his long fingers, pressing you closer so you were forced to wrap your hands around his neck. "Guess."

You leaned back in, basking in the feeling of his skin on yours, his warmth, his smiling mouth. His hand inched up your back slowly. You weren't wearing a bra and he noticed, laughing against your mouth. It sounded pained.

You shifted in his lap, pressing your mouth to the skin near his ear. "There are parts of you that want to for sure. One specific part," you teased, wiggling into his lap.

"You know what I thought when I first saw you?" he asked you, almost whispering, pulled tight against his chest, “‘She looks like she's going to ruin me,’” he finished, pushing his lips against your neck, forcing your head up. Your heart pounded loudly in your chest as he adorned your throat with sweet, open-mouthed kisses, your coworkers sat mere inches away.

"How do I know you won't ruin me?" you asked him, your fingers spread out over his neck.

"I might," he said, distracted.

"Good," you murmured, "'cos I think I want you to."

"Get up," he commanded. You climbed to your feet, legs a bit wobbly from all the kissing, apprehension coiling in your tummy.

"Where are we going?" you asked him, letting him steer you by the shoulder down the corridor until you'd come to the women's bathroom.

"I'd love to take you home if home wasn't an hour away," Remus said, pushing into the bathroom with a confidence that you envied. You followed him, hesitantly catching the crook of his arm and holding on.

He smiled at you, assuring you nobody would come in. "And," he said, "if they do, you'll have to be quiet. Can you do that?"

You blushed madly and nodded, heat filling your face and your chest and your stomach. He pulled you into a stall and shut the door behind you, pushing the seat down. He looked as though he was going to pull something out of his trouser pocket but stopped himself, instead putting his hands on your shoulders and wedging you between the wall and himself.

He was tall, so tall, he had to bend down to kiss you. You pushed up on your tiptoes to meet him, and found his hands travelling the length of your body with little apology.

"You know," he murmured, as if it were a secret between the two of you, "I wasn't joking about your nice legs," he pushed his hand, flat palmed against your tummy, under your waistband, pulling the tight fabric from your skin.

You wouldn't be outmatched, you decided, kissing him in what you hoped was a distraction, feeling down his abdomen until you found what you were looking for. You rubbed the slack fabric over his hardened cock, incensed that it had been you who'd made him feel this way - handsome, pretty boy Lupin - revelling in the sound he made, deep in his throat.

"Let me get you ready," he said quietly, more to himself than you. He unbuttoned your trousers, the fabric stiff under his fingers. You winced at the effort it took to pull them down, slightly insecure about your hips. He bent down and you became embarrassed before he'd spoken, guessing what he was going to say.

"Nice legs," he said, kissing you on your left thigh, "lovely legs," he kissed it's twin, "what do they look like from the back?" He encouraged you to turn. "Just as I suspected."

"You're awful," you whispered.

He came up off his haunches again to press his body against yours, his dick prominent against your lower back, his hand coming around the front to runna finger down your underwear and skimming his fingertip over your cunt. He pressed it into the sensitive skin there, searching until you tensed. "Here?" he murmured.

The door opened. You seized up, covering Remus' hand with your own. He didn't stop, even when multiple sets of footprints came in. It was quieter in the bathroom than the main part of the pub but the music was still loud enough to cover the sounds of your breathing- only just.

Remus pushed your underwear aside. You begged yourself to stay quiet, pushing a hand backwards between you both in silent pleading for him to lessen his touch lest you make a sound and be discovered.

The girls who walked in were jabbering to each other, half drunk and friendly, about how good the other looked tonight.

Remus found your entrance, pushing in a single finger. His breathing tickled your eardrum as he whispered into the shell of your ear, "How's that feel? Okay?"

"Remus," you whispered back.

"What?"

You turned your head to the side and brought a finger up to your lips, a universal symbol for shut the fuck up, I beg.

"Communication is important."

The girls were laughing drunkenly, big whooping things. Footsteps grew close to the stall door.

"It feels nice," you whispered urgently, fervently, hoping the pounding bass and the girls' impaired senses covered it up.

"Was that so hard?"

He pushed in a second finger. You were tight with nerves, so worried somebody would come in and find you but undeniably turned on by Remus' all encompassing presence and touch. "Relax, sweetheart. I won't let anyone come in," he said, voice sure.

He kissed your neck, little nipping kisses that made you squirm, using his thumb to play with your clit in tight circles. The three in tandem had you melting in his arms, pushing your face into the cold brick wall.

"There you go, good girl. You feel fucking amazing."

You preened.

The girls left the bathroom, and the last inklings of rigidness seeped from your body. Remus was pleased. You could sense he was playing with himself behind you, his fingertips brushing your back with every stroke.

He helped you push down your underwear. You spread your legs, feeling nervous and excited at once. Remus cock between your legs surprised you and you jolted. He pushed your legs further apart and nudged the head against your wet slit gently, thrusting forward to rub against your clit and then back again.

He spat on his dick and rubbed it down the length of him. "You okay? Ready?"

"Yeah," you said.

He had one hand on your hip whilst the other guided his dick inside you, grip tight and thrusts shallow. Your fingers searched for purchase on the wall and found nothing.

When he pulled out you felt the loss keenly, shifting backwards to follow him. He appreciated your eagerness and thrusted back in, fast, pulling you onto him with your hips. The stretch was sharp and intoxicating, and you couldn't help the small pants that began peeling out of you as Remus established a rhythm.

You slowly got into the swing of it, your hips meeting, and Remus' hands began to wander. He creeped up your chest to cup your tit, tweaking the bud of your nipple with his fingers. You cried out in response.

"Uh-uh, what did I say?" he said, pinching, "You want somebody to hear us?"

You pushed your face into you shoulder. He snapped his hips forward. You knew it was on purpose and you felt too good to be mad, mewling his name softly.

"It's almost," he said, fucking now so that you were pressed to the wall and he was hilt deep, "like you want to be heard."

You laughed despite yourself, warped by pleasure. "You talk loud enough - somebody will find us eventually," you assured him, voice fraying towards the end. He'd pinched your nipple between his two fingers and was rolling it ruthlessly. Your tits felt heavy with lust, hard nipples sensitive against fabric that brushed against them with each thrust from Remus, every twist of his fingers feeling more cruelly pleasurable than the last.

"What are they gonna hear? You, taking me so nicely? Or these lovely sounds you make? God forbid," he goaded.

It was at that moment the door swung open again. You gasped, rocked by a thrust that had hit your sweet spot, and Remus reached up to cover your mouth. You would've rolled your eyes if you weren't so busy being fucked better than you had ever been before: he was all talk - he didn't want to be discovered either, he just loved to tease.

You moaned loudly against his hand and he stilled, waiting to see if you'd been heard. When nothing happened, he started up again, though it was now tantalisingly slow, like a punishment. Somebody opened the stall door next to you. You closed your eyes, trying to fight off the whining that carved through you - you were breathing hard and fast against his hand, holding onto his forearm with an iron grip.

You couldn't help but feel a sick, terrible pleasure that you were being fucked desperately, and that Remus wanted you so badly he was taking you in a pub bathroom. The secret was badly kept, even his slow thrusts were obviously rhythmic and immeasurably pleasurable.

He shushed you gently, pressing as close as he could. "Shush, pretty girl," he said, voice so quiet it was hardly discernible even to you. "Shhhh," he said, sending tingles straight to your centre. Despite the tight grip on your mouth he was still gentle, running his hand down the stretch of your torso, soothing, and pressing it against the curve of your tummy.

He pushed into you over and over. You moved your free hand down play with the button for your clit, much too content to feel his large hand stretched over your stomach, steadying you against his thrusts. You registered the sound of the bathroom door closing behind the unwelcome guest and sighed in relief. Remus hand fell away from your mouth, pulling your hair from your face where it had fallen. The sound of his hips hitting yours rose through the empty room, reverberating off the tile.

Remus pulled out and turned you around by the hips, pulling you up and into his arms and then leaning you against the wall, wedged tightly between his warm front and the cold wall. He pulled one of your legs over his hip and aligned himself again, rolling his hips forward. You watched Remus face crease in pleasure, his eyes crinkling at the corner. He wasn’t a quiet fuck, groaning like you’d imagined he might a few guilty times before when it was late and you were alone. Your shoulder blades rubbed against the wall as a consequence of his thrusts, and you could see on his face that he was close to cumming, the struggle to keep his eyes fully open as he drove into you plain as day on his face.

You pushed your face into his neck and he wrapped his arms around you, his dick never fully leaving you now. His thrusts became sloppy, short and deep inside you. You couldn’t catch your breath, the force of him forcing the air out of you. He moaned so loudly you took the initiative to cover his mouth with your hand. He nipped at it playfully, and finally he was cumming, pulling out of you to cum all over his hand.

He moaned as he milked the last of his cum out, white dripping down his wrist.

Your chest heaved, your core felt thoroughly fucked. You let your leg fall back down and stood on wobbly legs, missing him inside you. He caught his breath, wiping his clean hand against his mouth. He grabbed some toilet paper to wipe his hand clean and chucked it down the loo before shutting the lid, shrugging off his jacket and laying it over the white porcelain.

“Sit there,” he said. He commanded, really, but you knew you could say no. Curious, you sat, and he positioned your legs so they were on either side of him, crouching so he was level with your spread cunt.

He pulled you forward into the edge of the seat. You were dizzied by want, and wondered if he could feel your heartbeat at your centre when he moved forward to abuse your clit with his mouth. You bunched your hands up into the fabric of his coat, worried that the slick leaking out of you with his fingers was wetting and ruining the fabric of his jacket. You told him as much, “I’ll ruin your jacket.”

“Please, Y/N. Be serious,” he said, pushing two fingers in and out. They felt silly after being fucked so generously with his wide cock, and you were best pleased when he added a third finger, his palm and wrist hitting your clit. He shifted so he was going deeper inside you and used his other hand to rub your clit when he wasn’t sucking on it. His face was shiny with you.

Your fingers tightened again. His mouth was a new heaven, the ministrations of his lips and tongue resulting in you bent at the waist, the feeling of your climax building so tightly it made you gasp like you were in pain - it took you, a hot wave, and you couldn’t help close your legs around his face. He chuckled, pushing your legs apart again to dot kisses on your overstimulated clit long after your orgasm had passed.

He pulled his fingers out. When he spread his hand your wet and cum ribboned between his fingers like string, which he showed you lewdly.

He rubbed your thighs with damp hands. “You really do have lovely legs,” he told you. From between your legs you were inclined to believe him.

Daniel was looking between you and Remus suspiciously. You wouldn’t give him the reaction he wanted - no nod, no subtle eye widen, nothing, and it was winding your favourite coworker up to no end.

Remus had taken to eating lunch with everybody else this week. “I don’t know how you did it, but I’m glad you did,” Sue’d said. “That boy spends too much time alone.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She’d raised her eyebrows. “You left the New Years party with him, didn’t you?”

“He was my lift, Sue, nothing else. We’re friends.”

He had been your lift. Shaky-legged you walked to the car, Remus close behind you. You’d both gotten in, finding yourselves now carrying that little golden light of intimacy enjoyed between you as well as a residual awkwardness that you, shy, awkward new adults, hadn’t quite managed to escape yet. Fucking had certainly helped.

“I wish there was a way to hop from one place to another,” you said into the peaceful quiet of his cold car, unhappy with the long drive home.

He snorted. “Sounds nauseating.”

You could feel the sticky mess he’d made of you, crossing your legs to try and push it from your mind. Remus' coat had been, like you’d assumed, wet, and he’d chucked it in the backseat next to the car seat.

“Are you cold?” he asked.

You shrugged, “I find myself quite warm, actually. From the physical activity.”

He kept his eyes on the road, though he reached out to squeeze your thigh. “How do you feel?”

“Fucked?”

He laughed again, taking his hand back to change gears. Your eyes flitted to his half-hard cock and you had a vengeful thought. You granted him mercy, keeping your hands to yourself, when he said, “You’re louder than I thought you’d be.”

“Getting fucked?”

He nodded.

“You weren’t exactly playing fair.”

“What wasn’t fair about it?”

You reached your hand out to his thigh like he’d done to yours and squeezed, slowly, ever so slowly, moving your fingers until you were at the top of his thigh.

“What are you doing?” he said out the corner of his mouth, eyes back on you.

“Eyes on the road!” you demanded. He did as you said. You palmed his dick through the fabric of his trousers, shocked that he’d fit inside you not 20 minutes ago, and smiled to yourself.

“You were touching me and telling me to be quiet. Those two things contradict.”

“Not true,” he protested, turning his signals on. His expression was strained although his voice stayed steady.

“No? You think it’s easy to do two important things at once?” you asked, pushing his trousers and boxers down, exposing the head and shaft of his dick to the cold air.

“I’ll show you playing fair,” you said, unbuckling your seatbelt. You pushed up onto one knee and leaned down to take the head of his cock into your mouth. He groaned instantly, putting a hand in your hair. You sucked the tip and licked a stripe down the side. “Both hands on the wheel,” you told him.

“You’re enjoying this.”

You nodded, pumping him with both of your hands. “I am. Just like you enjoyed making a spectacle of me in the bathroom.”

“You liked being made a spectacle,” he protested, words light and high. You hummed your agreement with your lips around his shaft, bobbing up and down on his dick until he was almost at the back of your throat and then coming up for air, gasping for breath, dribble falling from your mouth in ropes to pool at the bottom of his dick.

“Couldn’t even wait 40 minutes to fuck me in a real bed and now he’s preaching at me,” you mumbled, lips touching his cock. The vibrations made him twitch. He was already sensitive from the fuck you’d just had and he tasted like your own wet. You rubbed the head of his cock against your lips like a balm and then took him into your mouth again, fucking your own face.

It wasn’t long before he was cumming again. As he’d felt it building he’d pulled over and finally been able to put his hands in your hair and guide you deep onto his dick until your eyes watered. You surfaced and jerked him for a mere ten seconds before he was shouting out and ruining his trousers.

You hadn’t gotten home on time, to say the least.

You smiled at Dan - he’d taken to tilting his head at Remus in what he likely assumed to be an inconspicuous gesture. Remus himself cleared his throat and stood. “Drink, anyone?” he asked, leaving to get a cup of water.

“So?” Dan asked.

You swallowed the mouthful of your lunch and looked at him in confusion.

“What?”

“‘What?’ she says! What happened between you and Lupin?”

Remus was filling a second glass of water at the sink. You watched him with neutral eyes, cataloguing the sight of his forearms in the afternoon light.

“Nothing,” you said, taking another bite of your food. “We’re just good friends.”

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innocence - 02

PAIRING: bodyguard!bucky barnes x innocent actress!reader

WARNINGS: age gap

A/N: i’m still stunned at how many of you are enjoying this story. thank you so so much for your support. much love xx

NEXT CHAPTER

Bucky always woke up at 5AM and waking up at 5 AM was already considered a victory for him - to sleep through the night. Once the digital clock flashed 5 AM in electric red, his eyes were wide open, the sight of constant darkness being the only thing he could see. His routine was precise, as precise as time itself and it barely changed - gym then a dark cup of coffee followed by reading whatever coffee side table book Steve would linger around.

Y/N, unlike him, didn’t have a precise routine. She enjoyed routine but her mornings were always her own time, away from everything. On her free days she would try to wake up by at least 10. After she was fully awake she would turn on the TV in her bedroom and turn on the kettle for a nice tea. She would then lay in bed, surrounded by her blankets and dressed in an oversized cardigan while some random show played.

Bucky’s mornings were always filled with people coming in and out, that was life living in the Avengers headquarters. Some mornings he thought about moving into the apartment in Brooklyn but that would just upset Steve. Heck, he didn’t even know Bucky had bought the apartment, it had been an impulse buy and he would go there every week to check on it. However, Brooklyn wasn’t as close to Y/N’s in SoHo so he guessed he would stay. Y/N’s mornings on the other hand were quiet, too quiet. It was just her, just her in a two bedroom apartment in the middle of wealthy SoHo.

- Morning, Buck. - Steve, like always, walked into the kitchen, coffee mug saying number one dad in hand. He always had this smile that Bucky couldn’t find the words, a smile that was almost glad that he was still alive yet pitiful. The pure look of someone who’s been burdened, a mother to a child’s look, one she didn’t want. - Excited for guarding your first client?

- Feels more like guarding property. - he mumbled over the dark coffee, chugging it all before anymore questions could be asked.

It shouldn’t be a hard day, he thought to himself, mostly looking after her if she decided to go out for anything. He had looked into her profile, she was an easy target. Almost always wearing heels, flowey clothing, things that wouldn’t help her if someone was after her. Anyway, looked like an easy job, easier than saving the world.

Meanwhile, Y/N was laid in the middle of her covers, remote in hand as she skimmed through the channels. Looking around she noticed the loneliness she was in, the empty walls decorated with her own choosing but still empty. No sounds, too quiet.

She rose from the bed, big socks touching the cedar wood floor as she padded up to the kitchen. The agency had had everything decorated and the fridge stocked but as she opened the door she couldn’t find a single thing she wanted to eat. Disappointed, she closed the fridge, leaning against it to look at the rest of the flat. It was quiet, too quiet, filled with the sounds of quiet if that was even a physically possible thing. She let herself slide down the fridge front, sitting on the floor as she thought about what to do. She didn’t have her script yet, or at least more than two pages of it and going outside was the least thing she wanted to do today.

Y/N was about to fall asleep on the ground against her fridge, she heard footsteps. Quickly, she got onto her feet, rushing over to the door so fast she almost slipped. Pushing the peep hole away she put herself on her tippy toes to see if one of the neighbours was home.

- Y/N, are you staring out the peep hole? - the person whose steps belonged too was definitely better than any neighbour. Quickly, she unlocked the door, pushing the metal that held it shut to the wall and opened it to see Bucky in a much more casual attire than before. Red henley with some loose dark jeans looked better in her opinion. - If you hear someone it’s always a terrible idea to use the peep hole. Almost always let’s them know someone’s in.

- Then what are peep holes for? - Bucky playfully rolled his eyes but not before observing what she was wearing. She looked more comfortable. - Do you wanna come in?

- Miss Olson said I am to wait outside your door until you want to leave the apartment.

- What if someone broke my window and took me?

- Trust me, Y/N. I would know and would win that fight.

- You sure you don’t wanna come in? I could cook you some breakfast. Whatever you like. - she had that shine in her eyes, Bucky couldn’t explain it. He just knew it didn’t felt forced but she surely was nervous judging by the pushing of her oversized cardigan’s sleeve to cover her hand. - The agency filled my fridge with so much food I don’t know what to do with it.

- I’m not a breakfast kind of person, Y/N.

- Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. - her small hand came to rest over his wrist, pulling at it so he would go inside. He found it amusing how someone who was much shorter than him, head barely hitting his collarbones, would try to move him. Although, surprising wasn’t the fact that he moved but the fact that she touched him, she touched the Winter Soldier.

Bucky wasn’t a kid anymore, he wasn’t naive and he lacked Steve’s “all good” view of the world so he knew what people thought of him. They thought he had been of use but at the end of the day he had been the Winter Soldier for 70 years. They didn’t dare touch him but her she was inviting him into her home and touching him as if he were an old friend.

Once he got in, he immediately looked at everything. There were fake flowers everywhere in little glass jars, if they were broken and she were trying to escape she would get hurt, too many windows and not a lot of mirrored surfaces, people could look in.

- Would you like some pancakes? French toast? - her voice interrupted his inspection. - My mom was a cook, I can cook pretty much whatever you want. Can’t promise it will be as good as a cook’s but it’ll be edible.

- You really don’t need to feed me, Y/N. - his gaze returned to her apartment, open doors everywhere.

- I just thought ... since you’re going to be around a while we should be friendly with each other. - she looked down at her feet before looking up again, head slightly looking to the side. - I don’t know anyone in here, I didn’t even pick this apartment so I thought I would at least get to know you.

She felt ashamed, heat seemed to radiate from her cheeks to her whole body. Back at the theatre everyone knew each other, they all had show themed hoodies and would say hi whenever they came in and left but things in Hollywood were different. In her first movie she had made friends with only one cast member who still spoke to her but everyone else did their job and returned to their lives without a single hello. She thought that maybe knowing Bucky would make having someone constantly in her life a bit easier but she understood his position.

Bucky himself seemed to read that all on her face and as he did a thought popped into his head “they are gonna eat her alive”.

- Let’s try that French Toast. - she smiled at his answer, once again pulling his hand towards the kitchen. It was spacious for a SoHo flat, with cut edge technology and also a very visible knife set. He would have to tell her to put that somewhere else.

She on the other hand quickly assembled all she needed, placing it on the marble countertop, a happy grin on her face as she started to prepare the meal. It reminded him of memories he had tried to suppress.

- Mum’s a cook, why are you an actress? - those memories were still memories he wasn’t ready to get back and as such he reckoned speaking with her would keep it out.

- I don’t really know how to explain it. - she smiled, pulling a few hair strands behind her ear. - My mum took me to a musical after I didn’t get cast in the nativity play. It was Phantom of the Opera, I just remembered that chandelier rising and crashing and the energy of the performers. There was just ... that was time stopping and rushing at the same time. And the look on the performers faces as they finished a piece, god it was just, I had never seen and I don’t think I have ever seen such passion in someone’s face.

Bucky moved his head ever so slightly, she seemed to be lost in her own memories, a daydream gaze washing over her features. He wondered what it was like to have memories to be proud of.

- I’m sorry, I must sound like a sap. Why do you become a bodyguard?

- I like a challenge.

- That’s what you told me yesterday. - she placed a beautiful set plate in front of him. Beautiful things make beautiful things, that’s what his mother once told him. Maybe she was right.

- What can I say, I’m not that interesting.

- I don’t know if that’s true. - she added a coffee cup to the French Toast, before pulling a chair. - You know, if I’m at home you don’t need to be outside my door, you can come in.

- I wouldn’t want to intrude on your personal space.

- It’s not really my personal space. The agency bought the flat and decorated it themselves so I guess it’s just the space I live in. I don’t really know the city yet so you’re mostly waiting outside for nothing. - she shrugged.

- How long have you been in New York?

- A little over 5 months. I was in California during my last movie and prior to that I was living in Haymarket in London. How long have you been in New York?

- I was born in Brooklyn, about half hour away from here. Lived here my whole life ever since ... at least the part of it I could control.

Bucky waited to see that pity look, the one everyone in the team seemed to give them whenever they looked at him but she didn’t. She merely wrapped her hand around his, caring smile of someone who almost looked proud he existed or proud he was alive. They’re gonna eat her alive, he thought to himself once again.

- Hey, you could show me around. - she suggested, jumping from the high chair onto the floor.

- I don’t hang around SoHo, Y/N.

- Well, you could show me Brooklyn. Isn’t Coney Island in Brooklyn?

- You wanna go to Coney Island? - he chuckled. - I don’t think your agency would enjoy that. Too public.

- They don’t need to know. - she smirked playfully. - If you don’t tell them they won’t know.

- You’re a celebrity, trust me you’ll be noticed.

- You said on your CV you were good at blending and disappearing into a crowd. Please, I’ll get you whatever you want in Coney Island.

- Whatever I want? - he furrowed his eyebrows at her and she nodded. - Alright, Y/N.

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someonewhowannadielol · 4 years

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My name is JK (Alien!Jungkook! x Human!Reader)

PART TWO (SEQUEL TO ‘MY NAME IS 01001010 01001011′)

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Warning: Tooth-rotting fluff, Jungkook being a cutie, ok the real warning tags are Daddy kink, birthday sex, innocent reader being trained (???), lots of hicks and marking, cunt slapping, oral sex, uhh and jk being a competitive baby.

Genre: Fluff, Smut, if you squint and look closely, a little bit of humour.

Word Count: 5.6k

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

It had been a week since Jungkook had, ahem, dicked you down. And it has been the best week of your life so far – he showed you things you had never seen before, the most beautiful scenes that your eyes feasted upon. You both had gone to the Neon Valley, it was a vast blue-purple lake that lit up at night due to the minerals on the sand bed below, and the lilies residing there would dance every night.

They fluttered, swung and swayed – and simultaneously, Jungkook and you too, had danced – he took you in his arms and as you both slow danced to the humming of the diva-crackers, you couldn’t help but look at his gorgeous face, adorned with a smile that you’d never replace for anything in this universe. You could feel yourself falling for him, he twirled you with ease, and as you stumbled back into his arms, he lost his balance trying to save you from falling and splash!

You both had ended up in the hot water, and despite the current situation, you both had burst into boisterous laughter which echoed across the plain field around. In the shining moonlight, Jungkook’s face was more lit up than the neon water they were in, his long hair sprawled across his forehead, as he pushed it back with his left hand, while holding your waist with his right arm.

Jungkook looked at you with such intensity, you didn’t really know how to react. both of you knew you wanted more than just cuddles on your couch that was too small for Jungkook, more than grocery shop romances, and trekking on the artificial mountain, and more than watching movies together,, more than cuddling under the tree at the main park, more than making fun of each other, you wanted each other so much more badly.

“Kiss me,” Jungkook whispered, his face getting dangerously close.

“I’m scared,” Of course you were, but you didn’t move away from me.

“Of what?” Jungkook’s eyebrows bunched up like they always do when he’s confused.

“Of falling. Of drowning,” you answered as you looked into his eyes, how could someone not fall for him?

“Well, I’m already drowning, so don’t be scared, silly,” Jungkook’s eyes formed from his usual doe eyes to half-moon crescents and, you were no longer afraid to fall.

Because he was there, he will always be there, right beside you.

Fuck. You couldn’t help but curse as you saw the red spot on your lavender sheets, they were my favorite sheets. You had really bad mood swings when you were on your period, and you were basically uncontrollable. You saw Jungkook’s figure on the left side of the bed, sleeping peacefully, his chest heaving up and down as he breathes consistently.

“Baby,” you whined, as you almost pushed him off the bed. There was no way that you were going to the pharmacy to get the goods, so he was your only choice possible.

He stumbled as he got up, sleep still swimming in his eyes, as his hands went up to rub them, trying to get rid of the slumber that had taken over him.

“Yes, princess?” he asked in his hoarse voice – which turned you on (especially a lot now, since your uterus was sad, lonely and angry). His eyes travelled to the blood on the sheets, and it would be an understatement to say that he had a heart attack.

He immediately engulfed you in his arms, “Are you hurt anywhere?” he said, unable to breathe, because fuck, if anything ever happened to you, he wouldn’t know what to do with himself.

The worry in his eyes was making you feel guilty; did he even know what was happening?

“Jungkook, chill,” you laughed a little before directing him to the side of the bed, telling him to sit.

“Humans – well, only females – have to go through a period of time where they bleed. From down there,” you explain, and watch him go into a slight state of shock.

The poor baby just woke up 2 minutes ago, so this was probably hard to digest.

“You… you’re bleeding… and you don’t go to the hospital?”

“Does it hurt?” he asks in the timidest voice ever, careful not to offend you. He remembers once he asked you about body hair and since it was your biggest insecurity (cue Middle School flashbacks when you were the only girl with a slight unibrow and mustache), you couldn’t help but lash out on him.

“Yeah, it hurts a lot in my tummy,” you said on your way to the bathroom, “I need my supplies though, could you get them for me?”

Half an hour later, Jungkook returned with five bags of chocolates, chips and snacks – enough to feed a small village. The entire week, he kept studying you (you swear you saw him looking at you and writing notes in his small notebook, like a detective. Sigh) and your mood swings and tendency to eat the weirdest food combinations – he couldn’t help but gag when he saw you dip a whole cucumber in peanut butter.

“Kookie, cuddle with me,” during the day you would make grabby hands at him, and get him to massage your back, but at night you’d be the complete opposite – wanting to sleep as far away from him as possible. He also noted that you were more sensitive to jokes during the week, so he kept them at a minimum, and his praises at a maximum.

“Baby, you know, you look so cute in my arms,” he cooed, as he kissed your cheek while cuddling. He didn’t miss the blush that crept on your cheeks either.

Also, despite all the bleeding, you were ready to jump his bones anytime. He hasn’t had this much sex with anyone in one week. Not that he minded it.

You were more than ecstatic when you saw your favourite-est food in the world stocked in the human section of the grocery store. Spicy Hot Korean Ramen! You still remember when eating this used to be a challenge, back on Earth.

As you stacked the basket with half the stock, Jungkook couldn’t help but look at the ingredients – what was it that made you love them so much?

He was well, more than shocked to see all the different kinds of spices that humans could barely tolerate, chili flakes, red pepper oil, habanero flavored seasoning… he couldn’t let you eat this!

“Baby, this is too spicy for you, maybe we should buy this,” he pointed to the boring chicken and cheese flavored ramen. No! You were going to buy the spicy one and that’s finalized. Of course, Jungkook looked at you, and couldn’t argue. He doesn’t think he could argue with you even if he tried to.

Back at the apartment, Jungkook bit his tongue, trying not to say “I told you so,” as you fought your tears while eating the horrendous noodles. You were positive you could never feel your numb tongue as you chugged down the glass of strawberry milk that Jungkook handed you.

As expected, Jungkook was prepared for the stomach ache you experienced throughout the night, and gave you medicine to recover.

Before sleeping, you heard him sigh before saying, “I told you so,”

Jungkook had noticed you a lot, ever since you moved in with him. You didn’t have much belongings anyways, because you were only allowed to carry 100 pounds of baggage on the space craft, so you only carried the essentials. (Yes, you brought an oven. Yes, it was 77 pounds heavy. No regrets.)

While getting accustomed to his cozy, but huge apartment, you couldn’t help but trip over furniture. At first, it was his coffee table in the kitchen, next to the refrigerator. Every time you would get something to eat, your pinky would hit the leg of the table, causing you to splutter nonsense and then cry about it.

His bed was also higher than you expected it to be, so every day, for an entire month, after waking up you would underestimate the height – and always, always fall down from it.

He was extremely shocked by your ability to ignore pain, and to continue suffering every day because of the same cause at the same place. It’s okay, because now he’d hold you as you stepped out of the bed, and moved the coffee table to the other side of the kitchen.

He also noticed that humans don’t always have a thought out sleep schedule, they did as they pleased. Last night, you were pretty much half asleep at 4 AM, as you tried to finish the last episode of the new Netflix series.

“You were so sleepy, yet you continued to watch it without even understanding what’s happening?” he asked as soon as you woke up, to which you shrugged.

Again, next week, you forced yourself to get up at 5AM in the morning, so you could go for a jog. After all, you were thinking of getting more fit, all you did was lay on the couch. But as you headed in the bathroom for a shower after the run, he couldn’t help but think that humans are weird.

The first time Jungkook heard you crunch your bones, he was so scared, you almost though he would faint. He threw his game controller on the floor, as he ran towards you – thinking you had dislocated a limb, or something.

“Kookie, I was j-just stretching,” you could barely make out the words, trying to hold in your laughter as he tried to make sure you were okay.

With a sigh, he ran his hand through his fluffy – much longer – hair now, as he headed back to continue his game, “Baby, you’re so weird,”

“But you still love me?” you asked as you joined him on the couch, laying your head on his lap.

“I will always love you. Even if your bones crack,”

Bonus: When you got up at night for a midnight snack, you were surprised to see that Kookie wasn’t in bed with you. You later found him in his office, studying about how a human’s joint makes loud popping or cracking sounds because of the gas gathered there. He was finally content to ensure that you were safe.

Of course, you smothered him in hugs and kisses, because he always looked out for you. Always.

After a few weeks of being in Corellia, you had started to well… miss Earth. It was natural to do so; you’d lived your entire life there.

“I miss the sunsets, they were so pretty,” you spoke as you showed him a polaroid of you and your sister with the sunset behind you both. You pointed towards the one sun you had, and the purple, pink and orange hues of the clouds.

In an attempt to make you happy, Jungkook gave you a chocolate, they always made you happier, and he’d read somewhere something about chemicals in it making humans happier. But he was surprised to see you dancing (terribly) to a pop song, that seemed a little annoying, but he could deal with it.

The song had seemed to lighten your mood a lot, as you danced along with him happily, and as you looked at him, you felt happier. His long, wavy hair bounced as he danced with you. His eyes were smiling, and it was so pure that you laughed along. You were happy finally.

Until two weeks later, when you came across a photo of you and your high school class, trekking up a mountain on your senior trip to the north. Jungkook saw you sad again, missing Earth and your loved ones. Some were dead, some didn’t make it here, and some lived on the hotter side of the planet.

He put up the same pop song again, and cuddled with you on the couch. For the first time ever, you really felt grateful to God for something. You felt grateful that you were alive, and that you had Jungkook along with you. He looked how he looked every day, wearing a casual white t-shirt and grey baggy sweatpants. You adjusted yourself on his lap, and looked at him, and looked into his brown eyes. As you traced his face with your finger, he laughed, “Princess, do you feel better?”

You smile at the word of endearment, kissing his cheek, “You make me realize the difference between a house and a home. A house is a place, made with bricks and concrete, and materialistic items. But a home, is so much different. A home is where you feel belonged, a home is a place where you get that feeling of love. You make me finally realize how Earth was more of a house for me, but here, in your arms, I finally feel like I’m at home,”

You never thought Jungkook would be an overprotective boyfriend. Or a way too over protective boyfriend. During sex, he would go crazy on your body – sometimes treat you like a china doll, fragile and easily breakable, and sometimes it would be rough and harsh, not that you minded it.

His apartment was well, more suited for Jubal people because the ceilings, the bed, and of course, the kitchen cabinets were all bigger in height and size in comparison to your apartments back on Earth. Often, without thinking Jungkook would put food on the top most cabinets, and you often either felt too embarrassed, or too stubborn to ask for his help.

Which resulted in you – dangerously – climbing on the shelf to grab your precious food. This was a routine now, so you didn’t exactly pay attention to your limbs – just letting your muscle memory do the work for you. Right foot on the counter, and then you push your left knee as well, until you’ve made yourself stable on the counter top. Then, you stand up, holding the cabinet handle. Today was the same, but Jungkook had recently scrubbed clean the shelves, so they were more slippery than usual, and there was a fleeting moment when you thought you were about to fall (which would, by the way, give you the nastiest head injury), and before you realized it, Jungkook had looped his arm around your waist.

You were still shocked – chips in hand – when he settled you on his lap, almost like a child.

“Princess, what were you thinking?” he says as he lets you turn around, so you straddling his lap.

“I just wanted some chips, Kook,” you say with an amused grin. He was obviously distressed, as he sighed while running his hands through his hair, like he would when he was frustrated.

“Baby, you have to tell me if you need something from there, okay? What if you had hurt yourself?” his voice seemed to get louder with every words, and just like that, your amused grin was replaced with a pout, as you lowered your head.

You didn’t mean to make him angry like that.

Looking at you, he knew he couldn’t ever stay mad at you. It was physically impossible for him. He hugged you, and your head rested on his cheat, feeling his fast heartbeat morphed into a more, stable and steady beat, “I’m just always worried for you. Even if everything is wrong, it’s alright, you’re the only good thing in my life,”

It had been ages since you had gone to a festival, and there was going to be a carnival-like festival in Corellia soon. You didn’t think Jungkook would be that interested, so you were quite surprised to see him… so excited about it.

“It comes twice in a year, you have to come! I’ve heard they’ve made it more human themed this year, so you feel welcomed, but we’ll have our traditional rides too!” he spoke with a gleam in his eyes, as you both got ready.

Jungkook of course, made sure you were wearing at least five layers of clothes, two pairs of gloved, and three pairs of socks. It was night time, and he couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of you looking like a walking marshmallow.

“Baby, you look so cute!” he exclaimed, holding your hand. The dead town looked really alive tonight, as the red, yellow, purple and other multicolored lights lit the place up, to make it feel even more alive. You were really shocked at the amount of people present, but that’s what made it even more fun.

The first thing had to be food, you got two plates of fries, because, well, is it even possible or human to share food? And that too, fries? No way.

Jungkook had recently discovered ketchup, and now he would dip everything in it before eating. Ramen, dipped in ketchup. Chips, dipped in ketchup. Bread, dipped in ketchup. And now, you saw him cover every single chip in ketchup before eating it. While you thought this was disgusting, you were still amused by his new found love for it.

You both scared a giant cup of strawberry milkshake, that looked like it was out of a romcom, cotton candy pink color, with whipped cream on top. And naturally, the cherry. Your noses touched, as you both drank at the same time, and you couldn’t help but want to live in the moment forever.

You both had spent the night, either enjoying rides that were too scary, and hazardous to experience but at the same time too fun to miss out on, or competition with each other to the next level. You knew Jungkook had always been a competitive little shit, whether it was about who would cook better and faster, or about who loved the other one more, he was always in a competition. This was no exception either, as you both we immersed in a car racing game, where you were well, obviously losing.

You had never really been the best at arcade games, and this car games was extremely frustrating, because the goddamn seat was too big and your legs could barely reach the pedals on the bottom while holding onto the steering wheel simultaneously. He laughed as you struggled to multitask, and at one point you didn’t realise you were going the wrong way until you heard Jungkook laughing so hard, he was struggling to breath. Three tries later, Jungkook had had his fair share of victories as he put you in his lap, and told you to focus on the steering only. He’d handle the pedals part. Together, you guys had broken the fastest record of the day and of course, he had to congratulate you. And the congratulations came in a form of a heated kiss – which wasn’t liked by the Jubals waiting in line to play the game.

Later, you both had way too much fun beating others in basketball as you paired up, and beat a Jubal power couple. Then came the bumper cars. The same Jubal power couple had hit your and Jungkook’s car so hard that you almost flew across the set-up, if it wasn’t for the seatbelt, and Jungkook’s arm around the waist. It was safe to say that Kook took his revenge by hitting their car repeatedly, as he shoved them into a corner. You kissed your over protective boyfriend on the cheek, he was just so fricking cute.

You both ate more food than you could handle, and as you were walking, Jungkook bought a donut and tried to feed you.

“No! No, Kook, I swear!” you tried to get away from him, but he held your waist as he pushed the donut in your mouth, smearing it over your cheek in the process.

“Kook!” you exclaimed, as he kissed you, and licked away any leftover icing.

You couldn’t help but blush when he smirked, “Sweet.”

At the end of it all, you pushed Kook into a small photo booth that sat on the other end of the carnival.

“Please? Come on!” you tried to show him your puppy eyes, and turned your lips into a pout.

“But baby, I don’t look good in photos!” he whined as you inserted the money to take a four portrait photo.

“Please? Just this once? For me?” you pouted again, and pushed him in with you, and you tried to drag his arms.

“You can’t give me the puppy dog face! You know I can’t say no to that!” he whined, adjusting you in his lap.

“Just pose, Kookie,” you said as you closed the red curtain on the side. In the first one, your arms were around his neck as you laughed and looked in the camera, and he looked at you, pouting. The second one, you both looked at each other and smiled, his hands in your hair. The third had been him grabbing your face, squishing you cheeks and bringing you closer (but because of the movement – it was also blurred, at which you were disappointed, but Kook assured you it looked good), and lastly, in the fourth one, you were kissing passionately, while Jungkook smiled in the kiss.

You both climb the small hill, where people are buying and lighting their lanterns in an orderly manner. You both buy one, and you end up writing “JK X Y/N” on it with red paint, and before Jungkook lights it, he adds a red heart, and “4EVER,” underneath which looks so cheesy, that it makes you laugh.

He looks at you, and kisses your forehead. Around 10:30, everyone lets go of their lanterns, and you both also let go of yours, letting it fly in the sky, as Jungkook cups your cheeks and pushes your hair back, before kissing you, sweet and slow.

The night had come to an end as all the Jubals were leaving too. You didn’t know exactly what time it was, but it was definitely i-can’t-walk-o’ clock, as Jungkook gave you a piggy back ride without any questions when he saw you stumbled into others. In one hand you held the teddy bear he had won from the water gun thingy, and in the other you held a cotton candy like sweet – but it wasn’t exactly cotton candy. It was blue and purple, and shined because of the crystallized sugar on it.

The last thing you remember was resting your face where his shoulder and neck met and mumbling, “This was the best day of my life,”

If someone had told you that you’d have a cook off with an alien in two months’ time, you would’ve laughed in their face. But. Here you were. Trying to cook the best alfredo pasta he would ever taste in his life.

You tried to glance on his cooking station multiple times, only to be pushed back, “Baby! It’s supposed to be a surprise!”

Jungkook really seemed to be absorbed in the cooking process, and you were starting to feel deprived of his love and adoration that he would usually shower at you when he was not working in his office.

30 minutes later, he brought you his favourite dish, the one that his mother used to cook for him when he was younger. It was orange red-ish coloured deep fried small cutlets, that smelled… amazing. You couldn’t exactly pinpoint what it tasted like, it was salty, but in a different way. And so, so, yummy. You were a little insecure when Jungkook took a bite of your pasta, and showed no emotion.

Oh no, you had tasted it and it felt pretty normal, juts how you’d make it on Earth. Was he allergic to something in it?

“Baby, what did you put in this?” he asked, but he didn’t seem to stop eating it. He didn’t speak anything until, well, he finished the dish.

“Can you make that for me every day?”

It had been over six months, since you and Jungkook had been seeing each other. Naturally, as a couple you both did fight – mostly over stupid stuff, like which restaurant to go to, or disagreements on what to buy etc. But you both would always sort it out, no matter what it was, he was always by your side.

It was his birthday, and Jubals never really celebrated their birthday – “Why would you celebrate this? I’m just one more year near death,” he said as you told him about ‘Earth Traditions’.

Albeit to whatever he said, you made yourself busy when he went out to meet the gang. You’d met them a couple of times before, being much closer to Taehyung because he never really questioned whatever you did, and just went along with it. You had enjoyed Jimin and Jin’s company as well (mostly because they cooked for you, not gonna lie).

As you hung up the balloons that said, “Happy Birthday!” individually, you had started to well, decorate yourself as well.

You knew how Jungkook always looked at you as if you were the most pure creature in this universe, his innocent little baby, so you decided to dress the part. Dressed in white panties, with a small bow on them, you adjusted your pink tinted, bra that came along with it. It left little to the imagination, as it was see-through, but there were small bows on each nipple, making you look like a present. You’d never really been the one to dress up in stockings as well, but here you were, tweaking your garter, as the pink shaded white see-through material latched on your legs as a second skin. Now, you waited patiently.

He finally came, around half past seven, and looked better than ever. You’d worn your silk robe that you would usually wear around, so he wouldn’t suspect anything. He looked so happy, his eyes crunched up into its usual crescent shape as he laughed while blowing the candles and eating your home-made cake. He had always loved your baking, so when you made his favourite Oreo cake, he was really, really happy. You’d made him a teddy bear – you were bad at sewing, but hey! A for effort.

“Kook, there’s a present in your bedroom too,” you said as you took his left hand and guided him in the bedroom. You had given him several gifts already, so why were you giving him another one?

“Baby, you didn’t have t-“ he stopped as soon as you dropped your robe in front of him, letting him take in the sight of you, clad in your lingerie that he had only imagined in his wildest fantasies.

The light hearted aura around him seemed to vanish, as a darker shade took over his eyes. Without speaking anything, he carried you bridal style, to the bed and laid you down softly on it.

“Gonna let me taint you, angel?” he asked, and at the sight of him, you couldn’t help but moan and nod.

“Use your words, baby,” he said as he let his fingers roam on your figure, and lit a fire in your core, making you overwhelmed.

“Yes, Daddy, please make love to me,” you whine, but he tsks on your choice of words.

“Angel, my princess,” he says as he leaves a trail of wet kisses from your neck to you collarbone, sucking on it, “I’m not going to love to you today, I’m going to fuck you, baby”

You gasp as he circles around the bow on your nipple, before ripping the thin material completely, letting the cool air hit your vulnerable skin.

As Jungkook just keeps looking at you, his long hair shadowing in front of his eyes, you can’t help but feel needy, “Daddy, please, touch me,” you whine, trying to get ahold of his hand.

He gently brings his mouth down, sucking on the little tip of your nipple, as his tongue works magic around it, and you’re already starting to get wet.

“It’s u-unfair that you’re all d-dressed up,” you moan, as you try to take off his white t-shirt. He chuckles as he takes off his shirt, letting you look at his god-like body. You were speechless when you first saw him, and you still are every time you both have sex.

His lean body, is just perfect in every way, and the way the moonlight hits his face, giving his face the shadows that come along with the highlights, you were dumbstruck at how breathtaking he was.

While Jungkook loved to mark you, mark your body, make you his, today was harsher, much more aggressive as he bit your chest, making you cry out in pleasure. He painted your body in hues of purple and bright pink, using his tongue to make each bruise feel better. As soon as he reached the hem of your underwear, he stopped, and that resulting in a whine from you.

“It’s my birthday, and you said I deserve anything on this day. So, princess,” he said, unbuckling his belt, and you swallow hard before he lets his cock free, ”let me fuck those beautiful tits,”

He pushes himself into your mouth without any warning, letting you groan and whimper as you produce enough saliva to make him sopping wet, “Good baby,” he whispers as he lets his dick between your tits.

You smiled, as you held your breasts together, and he slides his hardening member between them, “fuck baby, you’re so soft, so pretty for Daddy,” he murmurs obscene praises as you whimper in pleasure from the friction between your breasts.

He places his cock between them, and first experiments with his movements, and as time passes, he becomes faster, and messier. You both didn’t mind the mess, as his pre-cum lands on your chest, collarbone and nipples, and you can only whine in pleasure while letting him use your body.

His movements go from steady and fast to uncoordinated and stuttering, as he pulls out and pants, letting him catch his breath.

“Fuck, baby, they felt like heaven, but there’s something else, way better,” he grins as pulls himself down on your body, and looks as you underwear, directly. It makes you whimper, when you feel his hot breath through the thin material. He laps his tongue on it, and it feels so good, but not good enough, and you wish he would just take it off.

“Daddy, please, take it off,” you whine and he pulls your legs further apart and digs his face between them.

He smirks and looks at you, already fucked out as a blush stays on your cheeks. Angelic.

“Keep the stockings on, okay, sweetheart?” he says as his finger traced down your leg, as you shiver under his touch.

He comes up to you and cups your face, pressing a kiss against your cheek – and it felt so chaste in comparison to what you both had just done.

And before you could realize, he slips his fingers under the hem of your panties, and shreds them into pieces.

“What do you want from Daddy?” he stops in front of your clit, spreading your lips, waiting for your answer. He knew you were shy, too shy to speak vulgar words, but you were just so needy right now.

“Daddy, I need your tongue,” you speak, and let his tongue sit flat on your bud, it gave enough stimulation, but at the same time not enough, and you just needed more. You couldn’t help but buckle your hips into his face, and that resulted in his getting up and looking at you, making eye contact.

“You’re being ungrateful now, huh?” he says as he smacks the bud hard, where seconds ago he let his tongue rest. It’s painful, but at the same time, it just feels so, so good. He smacks it two more times before letting his teeth sink in your inner thigh, as you let lewd noises escape your mouth, as he further marks your thighs, and you knew, for sure that they would last a long time.

After a lifetime of teasing, he lets his tongue slurp the cum that escaped your pussy, as he went to town on it, eating you out as if he’s been starving for years. You let your moans escape as he slips his tongue inside you, and lets his nose rub against your clit. You were so close, just about to fall off the edge as he pulls himself away, and you whimper, grabbing the sheets as if your life depended on them.

“Your cunt is always, always so pretty and tasty for Daddy,” he smacks between your thighs again, making you gasp, “always ready for Daddy,”

His ruffled, brown hair shines in the dark of the room, the moonlight being the only source of light, illuminating his face.

He lets his dick enter you, gently, until you reach your limit and instead of waiting like he always does, he rams back into you again, letting you adjust with his steady movements, as you grab his hand and hold it. He always holds your hand when he’s being rough, to let you know that he can stop anytime. (but u is a hoe)

He slides out until only his tip is inside you, and lets himself into you all at once, fast and reckless. Wild. It isn’t long before your walls clench around him, “Daddy, I-I’m so close,” you say as your rub you clit, slowly with a continual movement.

You orgasm starts first, hot and sticky liquid, dripping down you thigh, staining your perfect stockings, and soon Jungkook follows, as his head buries in your neck, and he groans before letting himself loose.

“Happy Birthday, Kookie,” you whisper before letting him take you to the tub, where you both well, fuck again.

LINK TO MASTERLIST

A/N: It’s always so fun to write alien!jk, and I hoped you guys liked it. Also, a huge thank you to @bisoo-ausucre for supporting me so much!

Could you please help me decide what to write first? Frat boy!jk OR titanic!au with Jimin as Jack?

As always, requests are open, and so is my inbox. See you next time!

#bts #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #Jungkook bts #bts smut #bts scenarios #bts imagine #bts scenario #bts reaction #bts reader insert #bts preference #Jungkook scenario #Jungkook imagine #Jungkook smut #Jungkook x reader #Jungkook fluff

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gayhuckleberryinatrenchcoat · 3 years

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Just a stupid human tradition

Part 1 of my Destiel wedding series.

Click here for the masterpost.

Dean finally talks about his feelings and asks Cas to marry him.

@bonchickabelle thank you for inspiring me and encouraging me to post my writing, I hope you enjoy it🤗💛

He’s never really said it. It just didn’t feel right. It wasn’t that he hadn’t come to terms with his feelings, he knew now for nearly a decade how he felt about Cas. It also wasn’t fear of what John – he didn’t refer to him as his father anymore – would think, or rather do, if he knew. Dean couldn’t care less about his father’s opinions these days. He was happy about who he was. He was out and proud to a point were Sam got annoyed by the amount of gay jokes Dean made. (Charly reassured him that Dean would eventually “grow out of it”, that it was completely normal to obsess about his newly embraced identity after having suppressed this part of himself for so long, but Sam wasn’t so sure about that.) So yeah, it wasn’t like anything held Dean back anymore from saying those three words to Cas. He just ... didn’t.

When he got Cas back from the empty, he immediately hugged him like his life depended on it, not entirely sure that this wasn’t just a cruel dream. When Cas hesitantly whispered his name, he interrupted him with a sigh. His right hand grasping Cas’ hair, he buried his face in the bow of his neck and grumbled “You can have me. Of course you can. Always did”. He squeezed him once more before he pulled back and was met with the same expression of pure adoration that he saw last right before the empty ripped Cas away from him. He loosened his grip in Cas’ hair and let his hand slide down to cup the angel’s face instead. Cas understood Dean’s longing glance at his lips and bridged the gap between them, letting his lips touch Dean’s ever so softly. Dean felt himself melting into their kiss, first hesitantly, then more firmly, his lips parting to taste Cas’ tongue against his own. When they stopped to catch their breath, foreheads resting against each other, Dean mumbled in a raspy voice “Never do this again, okay dude? Never leave me again.” The moment was perfect. He didn’t need to say anything more and he wouldn’t even have had the time. After the two were forced to sit through a quick obligatory welcome-back-to-life-round with the others, Dean pulled Cas into his room where the angel showed him happily what the pizza man had taught him.

He never had to say it. It was obvious how he felt for Cas when he introduced the angel as his devastatingly handsome boyfriend and bragged about him whenever he got the chance, when he woke Cas every morning with soft kisses and called him sunshine, when he somehow always gravitated towards Cas, some part of him always brushing against his partner, as if to make sure he was really there. After Cas had gifted Dean his grace in a little vial so that they would be able to grow old with each other, Dean even fed Cas with the pie he had made for himself that morning because “now that you can taste food again, I’ll be damned to waste another day without you trying some goddamn homemade pie”. Dean’s feelings were obvious whenever Cas woke up at night and Dean, although sound asleep, pulled him a little closer as if he wanted to tell him that he was safe. It was crystal clear how Dean felt about Cas because he was so openly, blatantly in love with him, it was impossible to ignore.

So yeah, Dean never had to say the big three words, because Cas knew. And Dean knew that Cas knew. It’s not like he didn’t want to say those three words. But after Cas’ speech, he felt like the bar for a romantic speech was pretty high and he wasn’t exactly good in talking about his feelings. He was sure that he couldn’t possibly express in words how he felt for Cas. How could he fit feelings this big in just three words? It wouldn’t do their love justice. He felt clumsy, like him coming out with these words for the first time would just make him sound like a sappy teenager from some crappy high school romance movie. Like they would sound silly, inaccurate. When Cas confessed his feelings, it was the most wonderful thing Dean had ever heard. Back then, he was frozen in utter disbelief that an angel could feel love this way and that THIS angel, the most precious soul in existence, could feel this way for HIM, Dean fucking Winchester. Sometimes he wished he had a recording of Cas’ speech, because even though he remembered every damn word, he’d do anything to see this moment, the moment that changed his life forever, unravel again.

Dean always beamed with happiness whenever Cas spoke those three words. Ever since he got back, he’s been constantly saying them. He said them when he woke up to Dean’s kisses, when they went to bed, when they finished up some chores, when Dean made him wear a cowboy hat to watch old westerns and when Dean made him smile with a silly joke Cas didn’t really understand. He must have repeated those words a million times, but somehow, they never lost their meaning. Cas always stated them like a fact, so sincerely and honestly, like he was stating a universal truth. And although Dean never failed to reply to Cas’ declarations of love with a kiss, a loving smile or a simple “and I you, Cas”, it wasn’t the same as actually telling Cas himself that he loved him. And Cas deserved to hear it.

Lying awake yet again, Dean ruminated about this topic yet once more. He felt so incredibly lucky, the love of his life sprawled over him, breathing quietly, Dean’s hands running through his hair and over his back. He never thought he could have this and he had been okay with it. Just having Cas in his life was enough for him. But now that he had everything he could have ever possibly wished for – living a peaceful life in the bunker with Sam, Eileen and of course Jack, who visited them whenever he could, real freedom to do whatever he wants for the first time in his life and, most importantly, the love of his life sleeping in his arms – he would be stupid to take any of this for granted. To take Cas for granted. To not show him the love and appreciation he deserved. To not tell him. A smile found its way onto his face as he checked the clock. He had been awake since 2am. Now it was almost 5am. He gently brushed over Cas’ cheek. “Cas? Wake up sunshine” Cas grumbled, clueless why Dean would wake him at such an ungodly hour, but he felt that Dean was up to something. After some very convincing wake up kisses he agreed to get up and let Dean lead him to baby. After a short drive, Dean parked at a nice viewpoint.

“Do you mind telling me why you dragged me out of bed this early?” Cas muttered, shivering in the cold morning air. Dean sat down next to him on the hood of the Impala and wrapped a blanket around his grumpy boyfriend. Dean scrambled to find the right words. “Fuck it”, he whispered almost inaudibly. Cas tilted his head in question. “You know I’m not good at this, expressing my feelings and everything...” He lifted his head to meet Cas’ eyes. “I love you Cas. And I need you to know that”. A nervous smile flickered across Cas’ face. “I love you too, Dean...” he cleared his throat “...But... I know how you feel for me. So why did we drive here in the middle of the night? Is something wrong with you? Are you ill?” His eyes scanned Dean, as if he was looking for a sign what was wrong. Dean let out a nervous laugh. “No man, look, I just... Damn it, I can’t even do this right”. He ran a hand over his face before looking at Cas again. “See, I never told you that I love you, but you deserve to hear it, even if you know it anyways.” Encouraged by Cas’ fond smile he took his hand. “And... umm... so this is just a stupid human tradition, but with you being human now maybe you’d like to... umm, so...” Dean bit his lip and exhaled sharply. “Do you want to marry me, Cas?” Without hesitation, Cas broke into a smile and nodded. “Yes, I would very much like to do that”. As the sun started to rise in the background, Cas cupped Deans face and admired him for a moment, then Dean leaned in and kissed his fiancé deeply. In between kisses, he murmured against Cas’ lips “I love you, I love you so freakin’ much.”

#i did it i finished my first fic #hope you enjoy it #destiel fluff #destiel #dean winchester #castiel winchester #dean #cas #deancas #spn fanfiction #destiel fanfic #supernatural #spn #post 15x20 fix it fic #supernaturalfreewill

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ravenforce · 4 years

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Cheating Death VII

Warning/s: Angsty?

Summary: You, Nat, and Carol has arrived at a crossroad. It’s time to decide.

A/N: Hello, hello! I’m alive. I’m so sorry for being AWOL and I feel the need to explain why I’m taking forever to write, its because I’ve been in-charge of taking care of SIX two weeks old kittens. Their mom was an outdoor cat who lives in our garage, she died of an accident, orphaning six cuties.

It was a terrible few weeks, the kittens at that age needed to be fed every two hours. So, yes, I wake up every two hours to bottle feed six kittens. I usually slept at 2AM and wake up at 5AM. In between that, I have to disinfect the house because I’m highly anxious of this pandemic, take care of my six old cats, clean two litters, and work. How I manage that I do not know? I sleep in between feeding times at night that’s why I barely have time to write.

I know I said somewhere that I’m ending this mini series in this chapter but at 3k+ words, I’m still not done with it. 3k+ words and I’m not sure how I really want to end this. So, this for now. Maybe I’ll have clarity by next week once I rehomed all six kittens.

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

It’s been two weeks since Nat found out that you were alive, and that you were the one responsible for getting her back from Vormir. Ever since then, the two of you have been hanging out all day, every day doing whatever your hearts desire unless she has work to do with the Avengers. Today, you and Nat spend the whole day outside instead of being coup up in your condo unit. You two just arrived back after spending a splendid afternoon of lunch, shopping and generally chilling out around City Hall Park, talking about anything and everything under the big blue sky.

“Ugh, my feet are killing me.” Nat moaned after dropping her shopping bag at the foot of your bed and before she threw herself on it. “I feel like we walked for a lifetime.”

You smiled fondly at the redhead in your bed before playfully rolling your eyes at her. “Oh don’t be dramatic.”

Nat rolled on her stomach to look at you, watch you practically undressing in front of her. You weren’t really bothered by it because she’s seen you in far fewer articles of clothing before until you saw her staring and starting to get redder, the longer you stood there in your skin tight jeans and only your sports bra. You cleared your throat to gain her attention. She averted her eyes, tried to look at that expensive painting hanging on the wall behind you.

“I am not, I’m just stating facts,” she said before chancing a glance towards you.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, love,” you teased with a smirk on your face. You walked towards the edge of the bed, planted a soft kiss at the top of her head before depositing your watch and other accessories on your bedside table.

Nat laid back down, stared at the ceiling before letting out a loud groan. “I hate you,” she said.

You laughed, watching her from the mirror on your bathroom while wiping the very little make up you’ve put in this afternoon. “You really don’t,” you singsonged. Nat only groaned again in response, making you laugh harder. “If you stay the night, I’ll give your poor feet a massage.”

The silence that followed made your smile drop. Nat stood up and looked at you with a frown on her face. “You know that I can’t,” she said softly. “Carol will look for me.” Then she looked at her watch, and you know that your time with her for today is up.

“I should go,” she said quietly.

You ignored the sinking feeling in your stomach and smiled at her. “Be safe, Tasha.”

It’s like clockwork for the past two weeks. She spends the whole day with you but she never stays over, which is totally understandable because she’s not yours to keep. Looking at your empty apartment after she walks away, again, leaves you with an immense feeling of being Nat’s dirty little secret but there was nothing you can do. Nat never spoke about leaving Carol nor wanting to be with you. So, you just walked into the shower, hoping against hope that the scalding hot water can soothe your tired, aching soul and wash away all the hurt that comes with loving someone you cannot have.

***

“Look what the cat dragged in,” Sam yelled when he saw Nat entering the common living room. “You’re right on time! We’re watching a movie.”

Carol watched her girlfriend from the love seat with a heavy blanket and shit load of pillows around her. Truthfully, she’s not expecting Nat to be around for movie night. Just like how she’s not around the compound most of the time. Nat looked around and spotted her, she smiled and waved her over.

“Hey,” Carol greeted with her signature goofy smile. Internally, she was cringing at how awkward she sounded. She moved the pillows around, some ending down the floor in her haze to make space for Natasha.

“Hi.” Nat plopped down beside Carol and leaning her head against the blonde’s shoulder. She ignored the way Carol stiffened ever so slightly at the contact.

“I missed you all day. Where have you been?” Carol pretends to ask.

Like she doesn’t know where her girlfriend goes when she’s not in the compound or the training room or the HQ with Maria. She pretends to ask like she doesn’t know why Nat always smells like fresh oranges; a scent Carol grew to associate with you. A part of her pretends to ask to give Nat an out, an opening. To confess, to tell her she doesn’t want her anymore but Nat pretends on her own.

Nat pretends she didn’t hear the question long enough for an invisible bell to save her.

“Alright, settle down. Movie’s starting,” Sam said before he flicked the light switch off.

“I missed you too,” Nat murmured before scooting around to find a comfortable position almost sitting at Carol’s lap.

Carol watched her watch the screen intently. She watched Nat laugh at something that’s happening in the movie (which she’s totally not watching) and can’t help but notice how Nat smiles more often now that she knows that you’re back. She remembers all the time she caught Nat smiling to herself with a dreamy look on her face, and wonder if Nat ever smiles like that when she thinks of her when she’s with you or is that smile reserved only for you.

“You’re not watching,” Nat whispered without taking her eyes off the gigantic TV screen.

“I’m watching the most beautiful woman on any universe though,” Carol whispered right beside Nat’s ear, making her visibly shiver. Nat elbowed her gently as a warning that she’s ticklish.

“Sap.”

“Your sap though.”

“Shut up!” Sam yelled from almost all the way across the room.

Carol and Nat clumped their mouth shuts in unison before eyeing each other and started giggling together softly. Sam’s heavy sigh from across the room told them they’re not really very good at behaving.

***

You were having a relaxing Friday evening when a series of loud knocks rung through your apartment. You looked at your watch, it’s pretty late into the night for a visitor and Nat’s supposed to be out on a week-long mission with Carol. When it’s apparent that whoever was on the other side of the door can’t take the silence as a hint, you reluctantly stood up and walked towards it. You were surprised when you pulled it open.

“Nat?”

She’s got shopping bags on both her hands and a bag of takeouts between her teeth. You helped her by taking the food off of her.

“What took you so long?” She complained before leaning in and giving you a deliberate smack on the lips. “I’ve been knocking all night.”

The kiss caught you off guard that you were left to stare in space while running a lone finger on your own lips. “Y/N?” she asked confused when she saw that you didn’t follow her inside your own apartment.

You looked back at her before snapping out of the trance she put you in. “Yeah?”

“I said, the food’s going to get cold,” she said with a knowing smirk on her face.

You chuckled before placing the food down the counter and opening the lid to examine the contents of the boxes. Nat brought Japanese food, which is your favourite. Nat sat on the opposite side of the table, facing you.

“Thanks for bringing dinner.”

“You’re welcome,” she replied beaming. Something is different about Nat, you can tell by simply noticing how she’s quite literally blooming and more relax than she normally is.

“So.” You quickly popped sushi in your mouth. “How’s the mission?”

She finished chewing her food before grinning at you. “Oh, it was an easy one. Carol and I finished it in two days.”

You hummed your acknowledgement, not wanting to interrogate her. Apparently, Nat’s actually in the mood for sharing. (Over-sharing, if people ask you.)

“Carol asked Fury though if we can take the rest of the week off.” Nat has this loving facial expression on her face that annoys and hurts you. “She said she wanted to spend the rest of the week to reconnect.”

Another stab to your heart. “Where were you again?” You asked innocently.

“Paris,” she replied before taking a bite on her tempura.

“Of course.” You tried to cover the hurt with a smile. So that’s why she looks so happy, you thought to yourself.

And that wasn’t the end of it as she told you with so much enthusiasm how Carol took her to a romantic dinner at the top of the Eiffel Tower, how they skipped dessert and just walked around the park instead. She told you how Carol held her hand all night long as they stroll the streets of Paris, talking about anything and everything under the moon. She told you how she loved doing normal people does as Carol brought her shopping, museum hopping, and even visiting Disneyland.

Your heart clenched but you still smiled anyway. Her smile faltered, then you know you messed up. You know you’re not selling the happy act right.

“What’s wrong?” Nat asked when you docked your head to slurp some soup from your ramen.

“Nothing.” You fought the urge to cringe. It sounded more like a question than a proper answer even to your own ears.

Nat’s eyebrows started to crinkle together. A telltale sign that she’s not buying your bullshit.

“Y/N?”

You bowed your head, stared at your ramen with a frown. You hate when she used that tone like she’s admonishing a child. You feel exhausted, suddenly. “What are we doing, Tasha?” you whispered, still looking at your food.

“I don’t understand-”

She wasn’t able to finish her sentence when you slammed your chopsticks down the table, startling the redhead. Her playing dumb is just aggravating you, making your eyes glow green when you finally made eye contact.

“I mean what are we doing here?” You waved your hand between the two of you to indicate your point. “You spend most of your days in my apartment. Sometimes you would even bring your work here. Just when you arrived you kissed me, what was that?”

You’re too pumped to sit still, so you stood up and started pacing the floor. “You kissed me-” you repeated like you’re still trying to wrap your head around it. “We have dinner and movie nights. We have brunch and museum outings. Sounds familiar?” You chuckled mirthlessly.

“Y/N-”

You stopped pacing at looked at her. “We do all these things together then you go home to Carol. You sleep in the same bed with Carol. You wake up with Carol. You go on romantic getaways with Carol.”

“Carol’s my girlfriend.”

“And who am I to you?”

Nat looked pained by the question. The pregnant paused that followed was the real pain though. You smiled before you walked back to the table and started cleaning up the table.

“Y/N, please. Don’t make this any harder for me.”

You chuckled after closing the dishwasher. You feel sick and tired and torn apart. “I won’t, I promise.” You started walking to the living room, directly picking up your keys. “I have to go. Just lock up when you leave.”

You were power walking to the door. “But this is your apartment,” she said behind you.

You didn’t dare look back. You just gave another hollow laugh before you’re out of your own damn door.

***

Someone’s knocking on your door at midnight again. The last time someone knocked on your door at the same ungodly hour you had that fight with Natasha. You placed the photo frames on top of your clothes before begrudgingly opening your door. When you did, you couldn’t school your expression fast enough before the other person noticed.

“Not who you’re expecting?” Carol Danvers asked with an awkward smile.

“I’m not expecting anyone but if I was, I certainly wasn’t expecting you.”

You frowned at her yet you opened the door wider to let her in. You and Carol have butt heads since you first met and you certainly don’t want to wake the whole neighbourhood with your bickering. At least inside your apartment, it’s soundproof.

Carol walked inside your open layout unit, noting the industrial design and curated furniture to match the overall style. She spotted the suitcase in your bed with a two framed photos on top of your neatly folded clothes; one is a photo of you and Nat, and the other is a photo of you, Nat and Clint smiling at the camera.

“Going somewhere?”

You walked towards your case before throwing the last of your things inside. “Is there a purpose for this visit, Captain Danvers?” Carol noted the lack of bite in your tone, which she grew accustomed to since you fight each other a lot.

Carol bit her bottom lip as she struggles to find the right words to say to tell you she’s giving up on Natasha so you two can be together. She came to ask you to take care of Nat, protect her and love her for the two of you. She rehearsed what she wanted to say but standing there, the words are stuck in her throat.

You zipped your suitcase and looked up at the blonde who suddenly became too quiet. You can see the storm in her bright hazel eyes. You sighed, you’re too tired for anything so you decided to ease the blonde’s burden.

“Don’t worry Carol, I’m not going to bother you and Nat ever again.” You pulled your luggage out of the bed and dragged it in your foyer.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I’m getting out of your hair, dumbass.”

Carol was too confused to register the jab. She cocked her head to the side to convey her confusion, making you roll your eyes at her.

“Hey!” She complained with an uncharacteristic pout. “What does getting out of my hair means?”

With your luggage packed and secure, you beckoned Carol to follow you at the other side of the room where your sleek, modern and fully stocked bar stood. You poured yourself and Carol both a tall glass of vodka.

“I mean I’m leaving Tasha in your hands.” You downed the glass of vodka without a problem. “Take care of her.”

Carol looked down at her glass and swirled the clear liquid around. “I actually came here to tell you the same thing,” she whispered.

“Well, now you don’t have to.” You drunk another half glass. “I’m sorry for causing too much trouble.”

Carol let out a hearty laugh. “I’m sorry I’m so uptight.”

“Uptight?” You scoffed. “You’re a dick.”

“So are you,” Carol snickered. “And you killed the Vipers.”

It’s your turn to laugh. “You’re welcome,” you said cheekily before pouring yourself another half a glass of vodka.

“Why are you leaving though?” Carol asked after downing her shot too.

“She loves you, Danvers.” You stared straight at the painting hanging on your wall who happens to be the portrait of a redhead with her back against the canvas.

Carol’s watching your side profile. You looked tired and defeated. So unlike the confident, dangerous, Y/N Al Ghul at your sisters' mansion. “She loves you, too.”

You smiled before bowing your head and staring at your drink. “I know but she chose you. Every time she goes home, she chose you.” You chugged the vodka in your glass. “When you arrived you asked me if I’m expecting someone else, I’m really not. We had a fight a week ago after I asked what we were doing and she couldn’t answer. She said that I shouldn’t make it harder for her, so I won’t.”

“By taking yourself out of the equation?”

You swivelled around in your chair to look at your blonde visitor. You grinned at her with your cheeks flushed from all the vodka you just consumed. “Exactly,” you declared with a smile.

She thought you’re already tipsy until you downed two more shots like the drink doesn’t burn your throat. Carol spied your glassy eyes when you turned away from her and made a weak display of checking your watch and wiping your eyes, she knew you’re crying.

“Look at that, it’s almost 1AM. Natasha will look for you if you’re gone for too long.” When you look back at her with clear eyes and a smile. “Sorry to cut this short, Captain but I have an early flight to catch in the morning.”

“Oh.” Carol tried to help put away the glassed but you put a hand on her arm, telling her to leave it.

You smiled when you opened the door for the blonde. “I’m glad we did this. You’re not so bad after all.”

You two misjudged each other for the sole reason that you love the same woman and is basically competing for her love and affection, hindering you from trying and wanting to get to know each other on a personal level.

“You too, Y/N.” Carol nibbled at her bottom lip. “Thank you.”

“No. Thank YOU! Thank you for loving her. Tasha deserves someone like you.”

#drabble #mini series #avengers imagine #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader #scarlett johansson x reader #natasha romanoff x carol danvers #natasha romanoff imagine #black widow imagine #scarlett johansson imagine #carol danvers x natasha romanoff

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fashournalist · 4 years

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Thank you, Isentia Content Hub: An open letter to my colleagues.

Eleven days ago, it has exactly been two years since I first started working at Isentia. I remember feeling scared whether I’d belong, and what kind of people I’ll be working with. I remember I kept telling myself “Bawal maattach, Grace, as some alumni have said, when you enter the real world, you’re there to work. Just do your job well and be a team player, but don’t invest your emotions.” But here I am, after two years, with so many beautiful memories with amazing people. I did get attached after all, and it’s worth it. Because I did not only have colleagues, I met a new family.

This was my open letter to Content Hub, which I hesitated to send at first after writing, because it’s too long. But thankfully, two of my teammates encouraged me to send it because they said what matters is I wrote it from my heart and it’s my farewell message to my friends. (I was one of the employees who got laid off.) It was here that I learned tears are really contagious, because after sending this letter, I received texts saying they shed a tear, too. Perhaps that’s because when I wrote it, I was shedding tears myself. Why do I feel like graduating from high school? Haha! I guess this is how close we have been. So here goes my letter, and pictures of some of the memories we have made. :)

Dear Content Hub,

This August 20, it has been exactly two years since I started working at Isentia. And now, 731 days and 41,283 summaries later, I just finished my last working day as a Broadcast Monitor. Permit me to be cheesy, I just want to thank the amazing people who made the past two years a memorable journey. I apologize in advance for the length of this email, but please know this letter came from my heart.

I'm really blessed that I got to work with you. I did not only have colleagues, I had a family. That is why whenever I reached the office, my update to my parents has always been "Happy place". It meant I arrived safely, I'm at OSMA already. And I know there have been hardships, times heartbreaking news crushed me, or times I went home way past my shift. Yet whenever I was on my home, no matter how tired I got, I just looked forward to facing the next day and working again. If world news were a play, we all get front row seats, binge-watching current events for at least 40 hours a week. It genuinely excited me that our job allows us to literally learn something new every day. But, I don't feel that way all the time; sometimes I just have burnouts and frustrations. So I think the real major reason that kept me going through it all is I had colleagues as supportive as you guys are. Allow me to thank you.

To Sydney Swans, my first team.

Working with helpful teammates like you added to my motivation as I traveled from LB to Ortigas every day for five months (when I was not yet able to find an apartment in Manila). Thank you for your devotion to Qld Premier Annastacia Palaszczuk. It showed me what client-obsessed looks like, and I committed to following that example. Your compere inside jokes and reactions to news added a lot of fun to our job. Until now, I enjoy backreading the group chat just to see your new musings or memes. Thanks a lot especially to John, Julianne, Zennon, Marco, and Kuya Ronnie.

To Fremantle Dockers, my afternoon shift team for more than a year,

Thank you for everything; for being supportive colleagues, helping me whenever I struggled, and celebrating with me whenever I improved.

Kuya Coily’s last day at our team.

How we help one another, especially during the Christmas dinner just so everyone can go to Sambokojin on time, inspires me. This was our post-Sambo bonding at Greenfield. I am also relieved that you never judged me as “walang pakisama” even though I only drank iced tea or milkshake haha. Others tend to force me to drink, but my friends at Isentia just let me finish all the food. HAHA. I appreciate people who can respect our preferences and differences. And you are witnesses that I don’t need to drink to be drunk. Based on my energy, I am drunk by default. Haha I will miss all these sessions with you and my batchmates!

I will miss our movie nights and billiard sessions (tho I'm just watching you haha) at the lounge. I wish we played more board games, too.

Isentia Outing 2019

Thank you so much also for being there for me when I lost my mother, you had my back and that will always mean a lot to me. When my Momi was still alive, she always knew I was working with great people. Thank you to every single one of you especially AJ, Morris, Evann, Aly and Kuya Mel.

I look forward to a Dockers reunion when this pandemic is over!

And my favorite teammate, Czesar. The best meetings are the ones you participated in. Thank you for all the laughter you gave us.

I also want to thank my friends outside my team, including Tomie, Zendee, LA and Nico from Collingwood Magpies.

Thank you for the dinner sessions and conversations on life and dreams!

This was LA’s birthday salubong at Kanto Breakfast :) While the next photo is a “panel discussion” at Goto Believe haha! We talked about the news we monitored, and boi, we went home at almost 5am.

Tomie, thank you for our never-ending laughter on our way home. Normally, I just want to be quiet and regain energy while traveling, but with you, it's okay to chat all the way to Quiapo.

To my favourite comperes, who will not read this but I feel like thanking anyway because some of you might share love for them: Marc Fennell, Jan Fran, Kanoa Lloyd, Jules Schiller, Sonya Feldhoff, Anna Vidot, Dave Sutherland, Tamara Oudyn, Sammy J, Paul Barry, Jeremy Corbett, David Speers, Leigh Sales and my inspiration Jesse Mulligan. Thank you because I learned so much about the world and about life from you. I will miss blogging about your stories and reacting to your insights.

To the leaders who managed me and/or accommodated my concerns,

This is my former TL, Kuya Coily :)

TL Coily, TL Angel, TL Rem, TL Nico, TL Nic, TL Jonna, TL Geoff, TL Alni, and Sup Mitch. Thank you for all your help! Thank you for the times you inspired me and my colleagues to grow as well as the times you coached me, gave constructive feedback, and helped me overcome my weaknesses so I can continuously improve.

To our Trainer Rachel, who we can consider as Content Hub's matriarch,

thank you so much because you patiently equipped every single one of us before we transitioned to live operations. To OM Dean, thank you for your feedback and praise during my regularisation.

And most of all, to Western Borlogs fam, my home for two years, I don't even know how to thank you enough.

I'm grateful you've been my batchmates at our training--and for everything after that.

Isentia Outing 2019

Sibyullee, farewell samgyup party for Jai (her last day in the company)

Seoulgyupsal, farewell samgyup party for Aiona (before she flew to Spain to teach)

office memories :)

Pantry catch-ups. I usually eat at my desk because of all the work but I’m grateful for the times I was able to join their dinner breaks hehe.

Sambokojin, Christmas dinner 2019

Dear Borlogs, thank you for all the memories, endless laughter, samgyup sessions (a regular segment haha), Friday nights, and times we comforted each other when some of us are facing a hard time. Thank you also for comforting me and my family when you and B visited the wake of my Momi. She has always heard about you (and I'm happy she met some of you) when she was still alive. Thank you for being such a great sounding board, a safe space where we can be vulnerable and strong at the same time. Also, I've never been a milk tea person until I met you guys, so thanks for that, too. My BM experience would not be the same without you. Naz, Janelle, Joey, Patty, Billie, Lou, Aiona, Jai, Nee, Mau, C, Ady, Sarah. Thank you, sists!!

If you've read until here, thank you for bearing with my lengthy cheesy, farewell note to Content Hub. I attached some photos that captured a few of the memories I spent with you, as well as some jokes I've randomly thought about while monitoring. I was reserving them for Christmas Party or something, but anyway, here they are. I am confident they will make you cringe.

So there, I will miss you and I appreciate you always. I will not forget the memories we've made along the way. Thank you for everything, Isentia Content Hub! God bless you all and stay safe.

Arrivederci :)

Always,

Grace / Mariel

(this was me when I graduated from training and was so excited to be part of Content Hub haha)

PS. Thank you to Janelle, Jai, Joey, Jai, Kuya Coily, LA, Zendee, Dots and Troy for the photos!

PPS. Thank you so much for your heartwarming replies!!! And the food/gifts some of you sent!! I love you guys. (There, I said it. Haha! I was too shy to put that sentence in the email I sent. But this is my blog, I can write what my heart says without holding back)

^letter from AJ with a Bebi plant. She sent me oatmeal cookies and three novels too huehue she knows my weaknesses well haha thankuu ajj

^Matchaaaa from Patty thank you sist! <33

^Carbonaraaaa from Tomiee thank you siz!!!

Thank you to every single one of you. I was emotional when I wrote the open letter, but I got more nostalgic when I read your responses. I will always be thankful for the privilege of working with you and being your friend. Keep in touch, okay? We’ll still meet again. :)

Love,

Grace

#memories #grateful #work #job #Isentia #happy place #journey #personal #life #blog post #open letter #letter #colleagues #article #photojournal #thank you

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belleofhell · 4 years

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So @jake-marshall didn’t technically tag me but I’m doing this anyway bc I like talking about myself and movies I like. Here’s seven movies I consider to be comfort movies!

Peter Pan

I could really pick just about any animated Disney movie from up to the early 2000s and it would be a comfort movie for me. Anything from The Rescuers to Beauty and the Beast to Lilo and Stitch. But Peter Pan has got to be the comfiest for me ❤️ At the ripe old age of 4 Peter Pan was my first crush and my favorite game was to pretend to be Wendy and make my mom play every other character and I’d get mad when she didn’t have her lines memorized like I did lol. Wendy and Peter are just Peak Romance for me and I love them. I’d kind of like to write a book using the Peter Pan characters/universe and I’ve got some ideas but we’ll see if I ever get around to it lol. Fun fact! My tattoo was almost Peter Pan related but I switched to a rose instead.

How to Train Your Dragon

I’m trying to incorporate movies that came out when I was a variety of ages rather than just choosing a bunch of movies that came out before I was born even though it is SO tempting to do that. I think I was 11 or 12 when httyd came out? That was such a crazy time in my life and not everything was good but I remember the night I first saw this movie so well and at least for that night everything was good. I was with new friends on the roof of a car at a drive in. This is probably the first movie I saw with Charly, who I’m still friends with today. What’s not to love about this movie? The dragons! The characters! The story! Everything is wonderful! I also loved the other two movies and even kinda got involved in the fandom after the 2nd one but the 1st movie will always be the best.

Life of Pi

I’m such a nerd for animated moves and they’re by far my favorite but there’s a few live action movies I love and Life of Pi is one of them. Although I’m not really religious now, I grew up in a really religious family and somewhere around my teens I got really fed up with religious movies. They always seemed so fake and trying too hard to be inspirational. I first saw Life of Pi when it was assigned to us in a film studies class I was taking as a sophomore in college. And oh my god it’s how you do a religious movie right. This movie is stunning from start to finish and and heart wrenching in the best way. I guess it’s kinda weird to call a comfort movie heart wrenching but hey sometimes you need your heart to be wrenched.

My Hero Academia: Two Heroes

A couple years ago my brother introduced me to mha and we started watching it together. I didn’t really get into it until the 2nd season when things really started picking up and now it’s definitely one of my top favorite anime. Most of the time when my family goes to see movies we typically are all interested in the same movies so we all go together. When Two Heroes came out it was a really fun opportunity for just me and my brother to go out and see a movie. I love superhero stuff so much and this movie is just so much fun.

Harry Potter

I can’t really pick a single movie from the series since the whole thing is so comforting to me. This is turning into Oversharing Hour but it’s almost 5am as I’m writing this one so fuck it!! My sister was diagnosed with really really bad Multiple Sclerosis back when I was in high school. Most people can live a pretty normal life with MS but her’s is bad enough that she has to live in a nursing home and she’s pretty confused all the time. She loved Harry Potter and still does. I didn’t really get into Harry Potter until after she got sick, which is something I regret everyday, but seeing her smile when I give her Harry Potter socks or something equally silly makes me so happy. So when I watch a Harry Potter movie, not only do I get to enjoy a world and characters I absolutely love, but I get to feel a little closer to my sister too. ❤️

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse

I love me some superhero shit and Spider-Man has been my fave superhero since I was a kid. Peter Parker is such a huge comfort character for me in any version. Marvel, Sony, comics, cartoons, whatever. You could probably call any Spider-Man movie a comfort movie for me but I decided to go with spider-verse bc it’s just so good. So, so good. It’s beautiful to look at and a wonderful story with such fun characters and I just love seeing Peter as a sad middle aged man.

Birds of Prey

I saw this movie in theaters three times. Three times. I love it so much. It has to be one of the craziest, funnest movies on the planet. I’m in love with every woman in this movie. I’m just hopelessly gay, really. I love antiheroes and I love ladies and I love creatively choreographed fight scenes and this movie has plenty of all of them. It’s great if you want to turn something on and not think for a while but it’s also great if you want to actually sit down and think hard about it bc there’s plenty to dissect if you feel like it. The protagonists are great, the antagonists are great, the aesthetic is great. Everything is great.

There we go! I think that’s seven! I tried to pick a large variety of different types of movies but I’m now realizing I picked a lot of superhero stuff lmao oh well. I guess that’s accurate to me. Superheroes and animation.

If you managed to read this massive wall of text all the way to the end congrats! And thanks for tuning in I guess lol. I tag anyone who happens to see this and feels like doing it!

#peter pan #httyd #life of pi #bnha #hp #spiderman #dc #sydney speaks #my post

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grussell63 · 5 years

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i am here for the blurb night! you’re literally saving my night i have nothing to do lmao okay so what about #10 and roommate!au for tom i feel like that could work really well anyways i hope you have great break from studying and have all the motivation again tomorrow (we can dream lmao)

I feel like every semester, we both end up here at some point, trying to catch a break from Uni lmao

“Before you say anything, it wasn’t me. Unless it was something awesome then I totally planned the whole thing.”

Roommate AU

Living with Tom was great although he sometimes managed to drive you up the wall with his inability replace the tub of ice cream you usually stored in your freezer for days like today.

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Exam weeks had been getting the best of you and you were looking forward to inhaling the cookie dough covered ice cream, but jokes were on you, because your roommate Tom was back home from China and had a sleeping schedule that was even more fucked up than yours was.

At this point you were used to him either wandering around the kitchen at 5am or being asleep by 5pm, but it really annoyed you that you had to put on adult pants - or jeans, as normal people called them - and make your way to the grocery story.

Looking at your phone, you saw that Tom had just posted a Instagram story of Tessa snuggled up in his lap and the tub of your beloved ice cream resting beside the movie star.

“Tom Holland!!” You shouted, ready to beat his ass for literally getting to your food probably half an hour before you needed it the most.

“Yeah?” You heard him response from his bedroom.

“Move your ass over here for a second.” You shouted, but soon heard his door unlock as you leaned against your kitchen counter to greet him with your signature angry face.

“Before you say anything, it wasn’t me, Love!” He said as he looked around the kitchen to see what brought out the angry face, “Unless it was something awesome, then I totally planned the whole thing!”

This time, his gorgeous smile wasn’t going to make you back down from calling him out for stealing your food. This time, his pretty face wasn’t going to stop you from calling him an asshole. And this time, you were going to make his cute butt walk to the grocery store to get you new ice cream.

“Take a guess, Thomas.” You smiled, “How was my ice cream by the way? Figured you could at least tell me since I can’t be the one enjoying it right fucking now.”

“Oh.” Tom’s eyes widened, “I-I wanted ice cream, and I was going to replace it tomorrow -” You let out a groan, “I mean - in about an hour?” He grinned as you tried to not get distracted by your heart going crazy.

“Fucking hate my life.” You groaned as you rolled your eyes and walked past Tom towards your bedroom to bury yourself in your bed.

It was only about 20 minutes later that Tom entered your room, two tubs of ice cream in his hands, an apologetic smile on his face and Tessa following close behind.

“Bought you some ice cream, something told me you may have had some cravings for it.” He grinned, making you throw a pillow at him, “I’m sorry, Love. Didn’t realise you needed it more than I did.” He smiled as he sat down next to you, holding out one tub for you.

“Are you really going to eat a second tub? I thought you would put one back in the freezer.” You chuckled as you watched him open his tub.

“No, I bought four, please don’t murder me. I told you I was sorry!”

“You’re lucky I love y-” You stopped yourself from speaking out what you had felt for the past year when thinking about your roommate.

“What was that?” Tom smiled, wanting to hear you finish the sentence.

The boy had been waiting months to tell you how he felt about you but it never seemed to be the right time since he was always gone and traveling. Hearing you say that, almost made his heart stop.

“Nothing.”

“Alright then, scoot over, we’re joining you.” He smiled before wiggling his way under the cover as Tessa settled down on your feet.

“I love you too, just in case you were wondering.” He grinned as he pulled you closer, placing a soft kiss on top of your hair.

Blurb Night Boiis

#katsblurbs #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland x you

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closetspngirl · 5 years

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The More The Merrier

Pairing: Jensen/Danneel x Reader x Jared/Genevieve Warning: Poly relationship, mild swearing, implied smut, mentions of drinking, pregnancy WC: 4096 A/N: So this was brought on by a really good dream that I had the other night, which I decided to elaborate on and finish. I’ve never done a pairing like this, so be gentle with me. That being said, this is under the pretense of being an established relationship, past all of the drama and press of them coming out with it. That being said, which I wish it didn’t have to be, it’s a work of fiction. I love and admire both families. With it being fiction, the youngest three kids are not here. Thank you SO much to @coffee-obsessed-writer for getting me to finish this and betaing it for me. I’m also sorry in advance if the formatting gets screwed up on mobile.

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Thursday morning found you curled up next to Gen in your oversized California King bed. Well, it wasn’t so oversized when Jared was in it with the two of you. It was barely the start of summer but it was already 65 degrees at the crack of dawn and despite that, the two of you were tangled naked together under the top sheet, your face nuzzled into her neck.

It was no surprise that you were in her bed. You and Gen had been friends since college, after meeting in one of your English Lit classes and becoming fast friends. Eventually, you became roommates, with some added benefits when things in the boy department got messy. It started with platonic cuddling on the couch while watching reruns of Friends. A few weeks later, the two of you came home quite drunk from a frat party, one thing led to another, fewer clothes and more skin and before you knew it you were waking up in her bed the next morning. You would be the first to admit that it had been one of the best nights you had had since your asshole of an ex-boyfriend dumped you the previous semester.

After Gen landed the role on Supernatural, she started dating Jared. The two of you gave him some time to adjust to his girlfriend and her best friend before telling him about your…arrangement. Well, needless to say, he wasn't entirely upset when he was told his girlfriend and her best friend slept together on occasion. Which is how your relationship with the two of them started. You were never the marrying type, so you were quite happy with what you had, letting Jared know that he needed to get on it and ask Gen.

Jensen and Danneel had already been dating by the time Jared and Gen (and you) became involved, so naturally, Danneel became one of your friends as well. During the season four wrap party you all ended up slightly intoxicated and back at Jensen and Jared’s house that they shared. It was another case of ‘one thing led to another’ and well, that’s how your relationship with Jensen and Dani started. That also wasn’t the last time that the five of you were together.

So here you were, in one of your favorite places. Lying with Gen, breathing in the scent that was so appropriately her; rose, orange and coconut all mixed together in a light and airy fragrance. You never could figure out if it was her shampoo or perfume or a combination of those or lotions, but it was Gen and you loved it. You also loved waking up before her so that you could enjoy being wrapped up in her arms, giving her slow and lazy kisses along her neck and jaw, eventually finding your way to her lips. It was never a bad way to wake up in the morning.

Starting your kisses at her pulse point where your lips were the closest, you managed to place a couple on her neck before you felt your stomach turn over. Pushing the feeling aside and relishing in your morning routine you kept on your path up towards her lips.

Until your stomach turned again.

Nope.

You were able to untangle yourself from Gen’s grasp without waking her and make it to the bathroom before you got sick. It was odd for you to be throwing up; since you could count on one hand all of the times that you had ever been sick like this. When you were done, you brushed your teeth and splashed some cool water on your face before walking back into the bedroom and putting on the tank and shorts from last night.

“Baby, you ok?” Gen asked you sleepily. “Come back to bed for a bit.”

“I’m fine, upset stomach. It’s ok, I’m going to go do a few things downstairs, and the boys will be up soon anyway. You get some more sleep,” you offered her, leaning down and kissing her on the forehead.

“I wouldn’t need the extra sleep if you hadn’t worn me out so much,” her lips curling up into a lazy smirk as she turned over to lie on her stomach, arms under her head.

“Yeah? Well, you certainly weren’t complaining about that last night,” giving her sheet covered ass a slap before walking out.

You busied yourself downstairs, tidying up and getting breakfast started. The boys were sure to be up soon, especially since they knew Jared and Jensen were coming home for the week. It had been almost two months since they had been home, between a busy shooting schedule and conventions. All of you, Danneel and JJ included, were excited to have the guys home, even if it was just for 5 or six days.

Sure enough, thirty minutes later you heard the patter of little feet coming down the stairs and running into the kitchen.

“Mornin’ Dolly!” the two of them said almost in unison. You chuckled at the name, remembering why they gave you the nickname in the first place. It was a character from one of their cartoons that they liked watching, one that they swore looked like you. JJ had even caught onto it and called you Dolly as well. You never minded though, it was rather endearing, and probably easier for them to say that your actual name.

“Good morning boys. Did you two sleep well?” you asked them, giving them each a hug and a kiss on top of their bedhead.

“Mm-hmm. Did you made mazing pankicks Dolly?” Shep asked you.

“I sure did. Super special pancakes for a super special day! Go over to the table and I’ll bring your plates over.”

Setting a plate down in front of each child, you had to quiet them when they got excited over the pancakes, seeing that they were chocolate chip with strawberries and whipped cream.

“Let’s settle down so that we can let momma stay in bed a little bit longer, ok?” Just as you said that you felt arms wrapping around your waist and a kiss to your shoulder. “Or not.”

“Mm. Pancakes?”

“Your favorite. Made you a few blueberry ones.”

“Whipped cream?”

“On blueberry pancakes? Weird, but ok. It’s in the fridge.”

“No, but we should save it for later,” she said with a wink as she made herself a plate.

“Genevieve Padalecki, what would your husband think about that?” you feigned a scolding, hand on your hip.

“Uhh, he would agree with me and then proceed to hold you down while I-“

You quickly cut her off with a kiss to shut her up, not knowing how far she’d take the conversation. Pulling back and looking into her chocolate brown eyes. “We’ll continue that later, hm?”

When breakfast was over, the two of you managed to get the boys ready for the day and out the door in record time, with the promise of meeting Danneel and JJ at the park before heading to the airport. When you got there, the boys all but leapt out of the car to run to the playground to see JJ. Once the boys were safely out, you and Gen walked arm in arm over to where Danneel was sitting, sliding your arms around her shoulders from behind and each giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Mm. Morning baby,” she said with a smile as you walked around the bench to sit next to her.

“Morning. How are you doing today?”

"Ugh. Exhausted. Little miss took forever to go to bed last night and then decided that 5am was an appropriate time to wake up, and of course, never went back to bed."

You couldn’t help but chuckle. You knew how excited JJ got when she knew her daddy was coming home. “Well with the guys coming home, I think it’s safe to say we all can have a little R&R time this week, yeah? Manicures, go out to dinner or maybe go see a movie?”

“So a date night, without the guys?” Gen asked, you shrugging a shoulder in return.

“Sure, a date night. Then maybe you can live out that fantasy with the whipped cream you were going on about this morning,” you said, winking at Gen.

“Hold on. Whipped cream? What did I miss this morning?”

Laughing, you leaned over and gave her another kiss on the cheek. “Nothing she wouldn’t be able to show you.”

“Huh. So, date night…tomorrow? Perfect,” Danneel stated matter-of-factly, a mischievous look in her eyes.

You and Gen couldn’t help but laugh at Dani’s enthusiasm at the new plans for the weekend. The three of you spent the next hour talking about everything while watching the kids run around the playground. You always loved that the kids got to grow up with each other, something you had missed out with your own cousins since you never lived near any of them. When it was time to go there were no issues rounding up the kids since they knew exactly what the next stop for the day was.

Seeing their dads.

You rode with Gen to the airport, intending on riding with Jay and Danneel on the way to lunch. Today the three of you decided to park and go inside and wait for the guys, which you didn’t always do. The kids were getting antsy when the crowd started coming through, meaning Jensen and Jared were close behind, taking up the usual end of the line. The boys were the first to spot them, calling out for Jared, only able to run freely over to him when he was closer. Jared knelt down and scooped both boys up in his arms, a huge smile across his face. “Hey guys! How are you? I hope you’ve been little princes for momma.”

Not a second later JJ was in Jay's arms, a matching smile on his face. "And how are you, princess? Have you been helping keep the boys in line?" he asked her with a chuckle. "Yep!" she gave back with a toothy grin. "That's my girl. And here are my other girls,” he said as he stood in front of Danneel, giving her a kiss before coming over to you and giving you one as well. Jared had already said his hello with Gen and let the boys down and was now wrapping an arm around your shoulders pulling you into a hug and giving you a kiss on the top of your head. “Hey beautiful. How are you?” He said into your hair.

You didn’t answer for a beat, keeping your face buried in his chest and just smelling him. You could never get enough of the smell; it was soft but woodsy at the same time and all Jared. It was also something that was normally quite comforting to you, but today it seemed…off. Finally, you looked up at him and smiled, "I'm good."

“You sure?” He asked you quietly, brushing a thumb over your cheek. Jared always could sense when something was off with you.

“Mm-hmm. Better now,” you said before reaching up and kissing him softly on the lips.

The guys never brought much home, making airports a lot easier to deal with since they didn’t check bags. Which just meant that today you could get back to the cars and to the restaurant sooner, seeing as there were now three very hungry children.

During lunch, you sat between Danneel and Shep with Gen and Jared on the other side of the table. Shep was going on about something that you weren’t entirely paying attention to as you picked at your salad. You didn’t notice when Jared leaned over to Gen and started talking to her.

“Baby, is Y/N ok? She seems…not herself.” The concern in his voice wasn’t lost on Gen.

Gen looked over to her noticing that she was quiet and keeping to herself despite Shep’s best efforts to talk to her. “Yeah, I think so. I know she wasn’t feeling great this morning. She might just be coming down with something. We’ll talk to her later about it; make sure she’s ok. She said something yesterday about staying with De and Jay tonight. And we also talked about you and Jay entertaining the kids while we have a girls’ night, probably tomorrow night.”

Jensen perked up at the sound of his name. “Oh? Girls’ night? Is that code for date night?” He looked between you and De, the two of you not able to hide your smiles from the conversation the three of you had that morning.

“Maybe. You jealous Ackles?” You joked with him.

“I won’t be, as long as you ladies tell us all about it,” he responded with a wink.

“Sure, we’ll tell you all about the hair braiding, Disney movies and pillow fights.”

That comment warranted Jensen’s, or was it Dean’s, classic bitch face, making the rest of you laugh. At the mention of Disney movies, JJ proceeded to direct the conversation onto exactly that, which ended in letting her watch one when you got home.

As you walked to the car after lunch, Gen pulled you aside before you got in with Jay and Dani. “Hey, you ok?” She asked you, brushing your hair out of your face while doing the quick stealthy temperature check on your forehead that she did with the boys. Pulling away you laughed, “I’m fine Gen. You don’t need to go into mom mode on me. I’m just a little tired. I’ll see you guys tomorrow,” you said, giving her a quick kiss and saying bye to the car now full of boys.

That night found the four of you sprawled on the oversized couch watching Frozen for the umpteenth time, per JJ’s request. The best part of the movie was watching her and Jay singing along together to all of the songs. When the movie was over, Jay looked down to see a sleeping child curled in his lap. Whispering to the two of you that he was going to take her to bed, he picked her up and started to head to her room. Grabbing the remote and throwing your legs over Danneel’s lap you started flipping through Netflix to pick something a little older the three of you could watch when you felt her eyes on you.

“Don’t worry De. I won’t start The Vampire Diaries over…again,” you told her while you kept scrolling.

“Good, I’m over vampires; sparkly or otherwise,” Jensen grumbled from where he was standing by the couch making you and Danneel laugh.

“Excuse you sir, I believe I was addressing Dani, not Dean…”

“Stefan and Damon are hot though, babe! I could totally watch them again!” Danneel told him, eliciting an eye roll as he walked away. Turning back to you she continued, “It’s so easy to mess with him sometimes, I love it.”

“It really is,” agreeing as you went back to scrolling.

You felt her eyes back on you making you turn and look at her, “Something you want to watch?”

“It’s not that. I mean no, well I’m not sure, maybe. I mean-“ she rambled as she started rubbing your leg almost nervously.

“De. Stop and breathe.”

Inhaling and releasing, she started over, “Are you ok?”

Your eyes widened as soon as the words left her mouth. “Not to sound rude, but you’re the third one to ask me that today. Do I not look ok?”

“Um, make that four. Jay asked me as we walked out of the restaurant.”

You thought about that for a second. It wasn’t weird for all of you to be so in tune with knowing how each other felt, that happened in relationships, no matter if it was two people or five. "Yeah, I'm fine. Wasn't feeling so great this morning, and I've been a little more tired than normal, but all in all, I'm ok."

She hadn’t been rubbing your leg very long, but you were quick to notice when she stopped, looking back to her. “What?”

“Sweetie, is there any chance you’re maybe…pregnant?” You could see a smile starting to form, your brain suddenly going a mile a minute.

“I…uh…what? That can’t be. I just had my period-“

“At least a month and a half ago, almost two.” Sometimes it was nice that the two of you were on the same schedule. But just to be sure, you sat up and opened the calendar on your phone and started counting the weeks.

"Holy shit…am I pregnant?" you were now looking at Danneel wide-eyed, forgetting all about trying to pick a movie.

"Do you want to run to the store quickly and get a test? Then I can text Patty and see about getting you in tomorrow."

“Yeah…yeah, let’s do that. I want to tell the guys while they’re here this trip, if I really am.” Your mind was still racing at the fact that this was even a possibility. With that, Danneel went upstairs to grab the two of you sweatshirts and tell Jensen that you were going out to get a pint of ice cream and chocolate for the movie. It wasn’t a total lie, De knew you’d want one or both of those with your now slightly stressed state. After promising to get him a pint of rocky road, the two of you went to the store.

An hour later you were sitting on the edge of the tub holding Danneel’s hand. “This has got to be the longest three minutes of my life,” you grumbled as your leg bounced from the nervous energy coursing through you. What felt like another hour passed and the chime on Danneel’s phone started playing. “Ready?”

“I guess I have to be, huh?” You got up and picked up the stick off of the counter and stood stock-still. When you didn’t move, De started to get nervous.

“Babe? You ok? What’s wrong? You know it’s fine either way, we-“

“De,” you started, turning around to face her. “Is it too late to call Patty?”

“Really?!” Danneel was now up and hugging you, looking at the test in your hand.

The next day Danneel, you and Gen went to the doctor's office while the guys took the kids to the zoo. Thankfully they didn't bat an eyelash at the fact that you were going to start your girls night at 9:30 in the morning, loving the fact that they got some much-needed kid time in. You were also thankful that Patty was able to get you in so quick, understanding of the fact that the guys were in town for a short amount of time. She was both De and Gen’s doctor, so she was quite excited when she found out you were coming in.

She had the blood work rushed so that it would be done before you even left the office, instead of waiting over the weekend. The time was mostly spent with Gen and De talking about all things baby while you sat on the table with a hand over your stomach. You weren't entirely sure what you should be feeling right then. It's not that you weren't ready to have a child, or that you didn't want one. The five of you had had this conversation already, each couple had their plans, and with where you were at in life, you were fine if it happened and fine if it didn’t. You weren’t on birth control currently because of how it had previously affected your body, but the guys didn’t always wear condoms and well, things happen. Obviously. Patty knocking on the door brought you out of your thoughts.

"Well Y/N, congratulations! You're going to be a mom! You're 9 weeks with a due date around mid-October. "

Everything after that was a blur. You felt Gen and Danneel wrapping you up in hugs and kisses and wiping the tears that you apparently started crying. After making your next few appointments with Patty, you headed back home, adjusting your plans for your girls day.

On the way home, De turned to you from the front seat, “So, how are you going to tell the guys?” It was something that you had been trying to figure out since the night before. You wanted something cute and simple, but also something that took them by surprise. A smile settled on your lips after a few moments, before you turned to De, “I think I might have something.”

A few nights later you had a family dinner planned, just the eight of you. Gen did most of the cooking, save for the steaks, which was a job for the guys. You handled dessert and tucked it away so they wouldn't see it until you wanted them to. Dinner was amazingly perfect, with all of the food and laughs and stories. You loved nights like this, where you could all sit out on the patio enjoying each other and not having to worry about rushing off somewhere or sending the guys back to Vancouver. These were the moments you cherished.

Jared started to get up to clean plates when Danneel took over for him. “Don’t worry about that Jare, we got it.”

“De, you three are always taking care of us and the kids, let us help.”

“Maybe tomorrow,” she said, a coy little smile showing up. Jared looked at Jensen but was met with a shrug of his shoulders.

Once everything was cleared off, you started bringing out the plate of cookies that you had made earlier in the day. “Who wants a cookie?” you asked in a singsong voice as you made your way outside, being met with the kids.

“Oh! Yes please!! Sugar or chocolate chip?” Jensen asked, rubbing his hands together excitedly.

“Sugar, with the pink frosting,” you told him before getting down on the kids level and speaking softly.

“These are special cookies, okay? Each one has a word on it. Ask your dads to read the cookies before you eat them, okay?” After you got three nods in agreement, you handed them each a cookie, watching them try to sound out the words. Only giving them a brief moment to try, you sent them over to the guys while you went to stand next to Gen and Danneel, too nervous to sit down.

“Daddy! Can you read this for me?” JJ asked Jensen. “Sure Birdy, it says…having…”

Looking confused, Jared turned to the boys when he heard the same question coming from them. "Daddy read dis pease,” Shep asked him.

“Sure buddy. Let’s see…a baby...” he read first, before looking at Tom’s cookie, “…we’re…”

Jared looked at Jensen with cookies in hand while Jensen mirrored the look on his face. As if on cue, they both placed the cookies on the table and rearranged them, looking back to each other, and then up to the three of you. Neither of them asked; their eyes just trailed over De and Gen, landing on you with the plate of cookies in your hand.

“Surprise!” you said with a nervous shrug and a small smile, almost sounding unsure of yourself. “I’m pregnant.”

The three of you started giggling after a moment when the guys didn’t move, only being brought back when Shep tugged on Jared’s arm. “Daddy! Can I has my cookie now pease?”

“You’re-“

“-pregnant.”

“God you two have played brothers for too long,” Danneel said, laughing. “Get up and go hug her you fools!”

You barely had time to set the plate on the table before you were wrapped up in the strong arms of Jared and then Jensen. The tears started coming back, only for the third time that day. “Ah! Stupid hormones.”

They pulled back and looked at you, Jared wiping away the tears on your cheeks as he smiled at you and peppering your face with kisses while Jensen slid down to his knees. He wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your still flat stomach making you laugh. “Jay, sweetie, it’s the size of a cherry, there’s no baby bump yet,” you told him, running your fingers through his hair. “I don’t care.”

At that moment, your heart was bursting with so much love that you didn't know it was capable of. The look on the guys' faces and seeing the kids as they started to understand what was happening, it was all so surreal. But it was your life, and you knew that there was nothing else that you ever wanted.

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@wildefire

#The More The Merrier #polyamory #poly #Jensen x Danneel x Reader x Jared x Genevieve #Jensen x Reader x Danneel #Jared x Reader X Gen

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dovechim · 6 years

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you’re my kryptonite (m)

➾ 17.3k

➾ superhero! hoseok (please listen to anpanman before/during reading💓)

➾ warnings: mentions of outrage of modesty (minor), public sex, unprotected sex, slight degradation, cum, breathplay, temperature play, dangerous rooftop sex (pls don’t do this), mentions of death, torture

➾ summary: Superheroes are immortal, they are everything we are not. The Krypton are a race of superhumans sent down to Earth to protect humans, and they are the epitome of nobility and protection. You have always believed in their immortal, God-like powers, revered and admired them your entire life. Your wish for your very own superhero is granted when you meet Jung Hoseok, a Krypton with the most unique, powerful abilities you’ve ever seen.

But when a couple of Krypton go rogue, and your faith in the superheroes you’d believed in all your life is shaken and uprooted, you realise that sometimes, you have to be your own hero instead.

ps: thank you so much to my fave hoseok hoes, @readyplayerhobi , @94hixtape and @wonhopes for listening to me rant about this fic <3 u guys are my heroes!!! 💜 and ofc, thank you to my lovely followers who sent in suggestions and gave me the Nasty Fuel i needed!

In the past month alone, the crime rate has risen by 250%. How can you protect your family? Want a peace of mind whenever you go out? Look no further, for we have your solution right here!

“Are you at it again?” Somin calls from the kitchen, but you ignore her as you continue to stare dreamily at the television set.

Millions of years ago, The Kryptons landed on our planet, sent to protect the human race with their God like powers. Now, we can’t imagine life without them- and why should we? We believe The Kryptons were sent to help us to live our best lives. One Krypton to every human. Just as nature intended. Call us to get yourself your very own superhero guardian angel now!

“Daydreaming about something you can’t afford? Why don’t you take a 12 month instalment instead?”

“Superheroes are not an electrical appliance,” you retort weakly even as the ad features barely clothed men in loin cloths, muscles bulging as they escort petite young women home under the cover of night. “Anyway, this ad is totally misrepresenting them. Not all superheroes are ripped like that.”

“Please,” Somin says as she fumbles through her morning coffee. “Who wants a skinny superhero anyway? Aren’t superheroes only good for their physique? How else are they better than us otherwise?”

“Not all…” your voice doesn’t travel all the way to the kitchen, because you’ve long ago given up on trying to convince Somin to let herself be assigned a Krypton. She belongs to the rare group of people who still remain sceptical of the superhumans that have integrated themselves with the human race ever since they landed on Earth all those years ago. Why sign up for an additional burden when she’s survived all 23 years of her life alone?

Somin strolls in with her nose still in her mug, taking a seat next to you as she switches the channel.

“This just in: a group of assassinators have infiltrated the Pyramid House, making attempts on the President’s life.” The newscaster on television is currently standing in front of a once regal building, now reduced to scraps of concrete and crumbling pillars. “Thankfully, the President’s dedicated team of Krypton bodyguards managed to whisk him away to safety.”

The footage on television cuts to a scene of carnage within the President’s quarters itself, the interior completely decimated and unrecognisable. You’ve never seen destruction on such a large scale before. As the newscaster begins to detail the approximate body count, you reach to switch the channel.

“Hey, I was watching that!” Somin says as she attempts to wrestle the remote from you.

“Why depress yourself further? Life is already hard enough… what is the world coming to these days,” you mutter to yourself, but Somin is almost freakishly strong as she manages to steal the remote from you.

“Damn, look at that, it’s completely destroyed,” Somin’s eyes are glued to the television screen as you stand up, straightening your pencil skirt as you stroll into the kitchen to continue making breakfast. “Look at that carnage. The building is destroyed beyond repair. That kind of damage couldn’t have been done just by guns or machinery alone. The culprits must have been way more than just your random ragtag group of criminals. And who else could have been capable of such large scale destruction? Kryptons, that’s who. Just because they’re Earth’s protectors, doesn’t mean they can’t and won’t go rogue. We give them so much power over us, when the time does come and they decide that us mere humans aren’t worth keeping around-“

Somin stands up, brandishing her empty coffee cup. “They’re the real bad guys!”

“There you go again with your conspiracy theories,” you finish buttering a slice of bread, slapping some egg mayo onto one side before you slice the entire sandwich in half. “You’ve been watching too many movies lately. You know those things only happen in the fantasy realm- here, the real bad guys we have to face are those stack of bills over there.”

“And next up on the morning news, a young woman was recently found dead in an alley by police at approximately 5am this morning,” the newscaster has moved on already. “There were no injuries found on her body, the cause of death is still yet to be determined. This is the second such case in a month, authorities are currently investigating.”

“See! Another mysterious death! I’ll bet it’s another one of those Kryptons-“

Emerging into the living room again, you shove a sandwich into her mouth before she can say anything further. “Are you even listening to yourself? The Krypton are our superheroes! They make up majority of our lawkeeping forces!”

“Which is why it would be easy for them to take over!” Somin argues over the newscaster currently delivering a report on the autopsy of the newest victim.

“And don’t change the subject, it’s your turn with the rent this month, hmm?” You pat her lovingly on the head as she takes a bite and chews reluctantly. Somin pouts at the mention of rent, and switches off the television, getting to her feet and following you to the door.

With her sandwich stuffed in her mouth, she rubs her hands together, giving you puppy eyes as you slide your feet into your heels and get ready to lock the door. “Please, can this just be your month one more time? I promise I’ll pay double next month!”

You don’t reply as you walk toward the lift, peering into your bag to make sure you have all your essentials for the day. Somin hastily follows suit, straightening her blazer and brushing her bangs into place on her forehead as she gets into the same lift as you.

You pinch her cheek between your fingers, “Just do well for your interview today, brat.”

All those news reports are wrong. The real villain in your mundane life is taking public transport during rush hour.

Being confined in a tiny little train cabin, with tons of sweaty bodies pressed up against you is slowly taking a toll on your sanity. But this has been your reality for the past five years of your life. The woman beside you is currently absorbed in watching some drama serial on her phone, tuned out from the real world as she jams her handbag into your ribs unknowingly. Irritated, you try to shift away from her, but you only jostle up into another body next to yours, and you feel a stray hand slide down your side, coming around to briefly cup your ass before it draws away.

Heat singes your cheeks as you flinch automatically, your elbow flailing and knocking the woman’s phone out of her hands. She hisses in displeasure, and you can only apologise hastily to her while attempting to move away from that stray hand as best as you can in the crowded quarters, but the most you can move is only a few inches.

You clutch your bag to your chest, with your heart pounding in your chest as you bite your lip hard. If it’s just a misunderstanding, you don’t want to call attention to yourself and make a fuss out of nothing. You’ve never felt more helpless than you do right in this very moment, rooted to the spot with your voice stuck in your throat. If only you had your very own Krypton to swoop in and save the day, you wouldn’t have to deal with this at all. You’re trying your best to remain as small as possible in the confined space, but a trickle of dread makes its way down your spine as you feel a touch on your waist, making its way down your thigh and towards the hem of your skirt. Your voice feels as if it’s stuck in your throat, palms clammy against the strap of your bag as you struggle to calm your racing heart, to say something, call for help, anything-

“What do you think you’re doing?!”

You’re startled to find that the resulting voice is not yours, and the source of it comes from behind you. The touch withdraws from you abruptly, and you turn to face your saviour, only to find a young man with light brown hair parted in the middle of his forehead, with his hand clasped firmly around your perpetrator’s wrist.

There is a growing commotion as you can only stare at the young man who saved you. Your perpetrator is a middle aged man who is half-heartedly trying to deny the allegations, but with the firm insistence of your saviour and the resulting mob psychology, he is forced into a corner, restrained by a couple of other passengers who continue to interrogate him.

“Miss, are you okay?” His voice jolts you out of your daze, and you tear your gaze away from them toward your brown haired saviour. “Here, sit down for a moment till we get to the next station.”

His gentle hands are on your elbow, guiding you to an empty seat that someone has given up for you. You lift a shaky hand to brush your hair out of your eyes so that you can get a better look at the young man who is peering at you in concern. When you look up into his eyes, you’re stunned to realise that they are the lightest shade of pearlescent pewter, and they are filled with worry when you remain speechless. You are entirely absorbed by his radiant beauty that seems to resonate from his smile alone. There are two little dimples on either side of his chin that further highlight his charming grin, and for some reason, it’s the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen, and you’re completely captivated by this man.

“You must have been shocked, right? Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything, I’ll just need you to follow me to the next station so we can make a report, okay?” He smiles when you nod mutely.

The announcement for the next station prompts him to take your hand and gently tug you up from your seat. His long, dainty fingers are wrapped around yours securely, and he leads you out of the train, with your molester held firm in his other hand, dragging him along with what seems like a surprising show of strength given his lean stature.

When you reach the control station, your saviour maintains a firm, reassuring grip on your hand as he says a few words to the station personnel, as well as the few Kryptons stationed alongside them. Remembering that Kryptons are easily identified by their unusually vibrant eyes, you watch as your perpetrator is interrogated by a sapphire-eyed Krypton- a Clairvoyant- and the officer who comes over to you to take your statement has emerald eyes, so he must be a Mass Manipulator, capable of super strength.

Your voice is still a little shaky and unstable as you give details and recount the entire incident. Your Krypton thanks you with a smile as he finishes your statement, leaving to help his partner finish up his interrogation before they haul the culprit away. A trill ring from your bag distracts you, and as you dig through, looking for your phone, you realise that you’re terribly late for work, and the call is probably from your boss asking where you are.

“You’re probably late to work, right?” The man with the enchanting grey eyes has a voice that is equally as mesmerizing. You press the ignore button on your call hastily

“N-no, it’s alright, I’ll just catch the next train or something,” you give him a forced smile, still unable to believe how utterly beautiful this handsome stranger is. It occurs to you that you haven’t thanked him properly till now, and you curse your own incoherence in the face of such a good looking man. “Thank you so much for your help! I’m sorry to have caused you so much trouble this morning, you must be late to work too?”

You briefly take in his attire of a pair of skinny jeans and a thin white shirt, but he grins and shakes his head. “Oh, I’m alright, but let me call you a cab.”

“N-no, it’s alright, I’ll just take the train,” you start to politely refuse his offer, but he only walks towards the taxi stand nearby, waving a hand to stop a taxi for you. He opens the door for you, gesturing for you to get in, and you bite your lip hard, wondering how to best turn down his offer when you know you can’t afford that $15 ride to the Central Business District where you work.

You sigh internally, deciding that you’ll just have to skip lunch for the next two days as you get into the car. He closes the door for you, and before you can react, he passes a wad of cash to the driver and gives you a little salute. “It’s on me today, miss. Have a lovely day!”

The car starts to move off, but you hastily wind down the window and stick your head out of the car, straining to keep him in your line of sight. “Wait! You never told me your name! How can I repay you?”

But your saviour only waves you off with a charming smile. “I’m Hoseok! And you’re welcome!”

You aren’t too late to work thanks to Hoseok, and when you burst into the meeting room, you realise that your boss hasn’t even arrived yet, and you set up for your presentation in a frenzied state of mind, skin still tingling from Hoseok’s touch, and his grey eyes still haunting your thoughts endlessly.

You’ve never seen anyone with eyes like that, not even a Krypton.

All throughout work, the hot topic of the day is clearly the attempt on the President’s life. With investigations still ongoing, rumours are rampant that the assassins are actually the Kryptons. No mere mortal could have snuck past all those security defences and overpowered the military security force on patrol, and besides, the resultant damages were beyond catastrophic.

Gossip abounds all around you, but they’re nothing more than just fact-less rumours. Besides, you have more important things to do, like stalk every single social media platform you have just to find Hoseok’s profile. Just as you’re mindlessly scrolling through your feed, your boss drops by with an armful of files that she unloads onto your desk, and you barely even have time to breathe amidst all the data entry, calculations and refiling that you have to do.

In addition, she casually remarks over her shoulder that the storeroom could use a good and thorough cleaning before next week, leaving you slumped in your chair as you mentally prepare yourself to clock in another late day tonight.

“Hey, aren’t you getting off work?” Your co-worker, Jimin, is grabbing his coat from the back of his chair, shutting off his workstation.

You glance up from the pile of paperwork on your desk with a tired yawn, rolling your shoulders to regain some semblance of circulation and hearing way too many joints in your body cracking. That can’t be healthy, can it?

“You go ahead, I’m just gonna finish up some stuff here,” you wave him off with a tired smile and continue working on your spreadsheets till you can feel your temples aching. When you glance out the window, the sun has already long ago set, having given way to a light drizzle that is slowly getting heavier and heavier. Somin has already texted you multiple times to ask if you’re getting dinner for the both of you on the way home.

Recalling the earlier news reports about the increasing crime rate has you glancing repeatedly at the clock to keep track of time. If only you had your very own Krypton to escort you home, then you wouldn’t have this uneasy lump in your throat as you clock the ever descending darkness outside. With Somin’s adamant refusal to get assigned, you try to convince yourself that you’ll be fine. But somehow, her logic of ‘I’ve lived my entire life without one of those Kryptons’ doesn’t quite work for you the way it does for her.

You hurry to the storeroom with crossed fingers, hoping that there won’t be much in the storeroom for you to organise, but you know better than that. There are stacks and stacks of cardboard boxes jammed up against the door, making it hard for you to even squeeze your way past it. It takes you nearly 20 minutes before you manage to slip past the crack in the door and flick on the lights in the dusty little room.

You get to work trying to move the top box from the pile, grunting with the effort and your muscles strain as it lands on the floor heavily in an awkward angle, twisting your wrist in the process. You grit your teeth and cradle your arm to your chest for a moment, massaging your wrist tenderly and wincing when pain shoots up your entire limb. The pain makes you collapse onto the dusty floor with tears brimming in your eyes, looking up at the huge stack of boxes still to be unpacked and organised, and desperation wells up in your chest.

You can’t do this. You’re too weak. It’s impossible for a mere mortal like you. If only you had an assigned Krypton…

You don’t know how much time has passed as you sit there in tears, staring at the stacks and stacks of boxes through the tears that clouds your vision. What makes it worse is that everyone would have left work by now, so there’s absolutely no one here who can help you but yourself. The knowledge leaves you paralyzed on the floor, overcome with your own perceived weakness as you continue staring up at the stack of boxes in a daze. But then, the door widens just a crack, and you immediately push yourself to your feet, crying out when you put weight on your injured wrist before hastily wiping the tears from your cheeks. “S-sorry, I was just unpacking in here, it’s just-“

The man that looks down at you has emerald eyes, indicating that he’s a Krypton, and you nearly sag onto the floor in relief.

Finally, you’re saved.

“Do you need help?” He says with a kind smile, offering a hand to help you up.

You vaguely recognise him as Kim Taehyung, an Account Manager who is also your Jimin’s assigned Krypton. Having seen the two of them together on more than one occasion, they have been the subject of many lunch gossips, with some even speculating that there is more than simply a mortal-Krypton relationship between them. While not uncommon, it is literally the stuff of fairytales, and you can only dream of one day being able to fall in love with your very own Krypton just like that.

“Why are you still at work? I thought everyone had left ages ago.”

“Oh, I was just packing up when I heard a noise from the storeroom. Lucky I decided to check it out, hmmm?” His emerald gaze glows as he shifts the stack of boxes away from the door effortlessly. Turning to you, Taehyung gets down on one knee as he inspects your injured wrist before shrugging helplessly. “Sorry, I can’t do anything about this, better call a Healer Krypton. Where’s your assigned Krypton? Shouldn’t he be here instead?”

Biting your lip hard, you just give him a small smile and turn to the boxes on the floor. “I’m okay, really.”

But Taehyung won’t let it go. As a Krypton, his instinct is to protect and serve mortal humans, so he gently takes your hand to stop you from straining your wrist any further. “Hey, I’ll do it. At that rate, you’re going to take forever. Let me help you. You just need these unpacked and in those cupboards right?”

“R-right,” you hold your hand to your chest as you watch him unpack and sort through the giveaways at an inhumane speed. With his super strength, he sends all the brochures and flyers onto one shelf, the thick stacks of magazines onto another shelf, and notebooks onto another.

He crushes the empty cardboard boxes with a single glance so that they’re flat, levitating them through the air as he gestures you toward the door. “Let me call you a cab so you can go to the hospital to take a look at that wrist, if you don’t have a Healer Krypton. I’d ask Yoongi to do it, but he’s already left for the day.”

You turn to look at Taehyung in surprise, “no, it’s okay! You don’t have to go with me. Won’t Jimin be jealous?”

The emerald eyed mutant only raises an eyebrow in confusion. “Jealous? Why would Jiminnie be jealous of me helping you like this? It’s my duty as a Krypton to help all mortals in need, and-“

“No, I meant, aren’t the two of you… you know,” you make a vague gesture with your hands, a blush heating up your cheeks as Taehyung throws his head back in genuine laughter. “At least that’s what I heard.”

Taehyung shrugs easily. “Not that it matters. Our duty is to protect and help you in times of need. He’ll understand.”

You don’t miss the familiar way in which Taehyung refers to Jimin, but instead of commenting on it, you nod thoughtfully as Taehyung walks you back through the quieter sections of the office. “Taehyung… is it possible for a Krypton to… go rogue?”

“What? Never. It’s impossible,” Taehyung answers immediately, shaking his head vehemently. “Where did you hear such a thing? We are, first and foremost, a peace-keeping force on this Earth. It’s what we were brought here to do. We settle everything in a non-violent manner as far as possible. Are you having trouble with your assigned Krypton? Is that why he isn’t here to protect you?”

“No!” You laugh nervously. “Not at all, in fact, I don’t even have an assigned Krypton yet.”

“You should definitely get one as soon as possible,” Taehyung pauses as he hands you your bag, escorting you to the lift. “You’re going to need it. These days, it’s dangerous to go out alone without a Krypton. I don’t know what’s happening to this town lately, but rest assured, with the Krypton around, you don’t have to worry about it at all.”

Taehyung walks you to the taxi stand nearby before he scratches his neck, shifting his weight on his feet as he glances out at the empty road. “Hey, I really don’t want to leave you here, but Jimin’s already waiting for me at home… if I’m late for dinner just one more time, he’ll-“

“Oh I get it, I’m sorry to have inconvenienced you this much already! I’ll be fine,” you wave him away hastily. “Go ahead!”

“Alright,” Taehyung still seems reluctant, his phone chimes in his pocket, distracting him as he pulls it out to check it. “Well… make sure you take a taxi straight to the hospital, alright? See you tomorrow!”

You wait till he’s well out of sight before you start walking to the nearest bus stop instead. Only rich people have the privilege of seeing a Healer Krypton, but for people like you, it’s straight to bed with an ice pack and an ace bandage. When a light drizzle starts up, Taehyung’s suggestion seems even more tempting, but you’ve already taken a taxi to work once, which more than the last five years combined, so taking one home again tonight would feel way too luxurious.

Cursing softly under your breath for leaving your umbrella at home, you hitch up your coat over your head to shield yourself from the rain. But you must have made a wrong turn somewhere along the way, vision obscured by your coat still shielding your head from the incessant rain, because you suddenly find yourself in an unfamiliar alley. Recalling snippets of the news report earlier that morning, you feel a shiver run down your spine as you speed up your walk, phone clutched tightly in your grip and panicked eyes darting around vigilantly.

Hopefully, you can get out of this grimy little alleyway and get your bearings soon enough. The rain makes it even harder to see, and you regret wearing your flimsy little heels, for they slow you down noticeably.

Resounding splashes from behind you make you turn around, realising you’re being followed as you can just about make out the silhouette of a burly figure in the darkness. Your heart speeds up in your chest as you attempt to quicken your footsteps, but you place your heel on a particularly slippery spot, and your ankle gives way.

“Are you alright?” A voice sounds from behind you, and you catch a glimpse of sapphire hued eyes glowing in the dark. Your heart settles in your chest, immediately sagging against the ground in relief. With Kryptons around, no crook would ever dare lay a hand on you.

The voice draws nearer, and as you struggle to get to your feet, there is a throbbing pain in your temples that renders you immobile. The mind numbingly overwhelming migraine leaves you helpless as the stranger’s hands close around your elbows, forcing you to stay down on the ground as the pain only grows stronger.

“Pl-please help me, my head…” you say to the Clairvoyant Krypton as the stranger takes you into his arms and you relax completely, entrusting your life to the superhuman whose entire race was devoted to protecting mere mortals like you.

The Krypton places his hand over your forehead, and as his large palm comes into contact with your skin, the pain only grows stronger, and you struggle in his grasp, breathing growing laboured.

“Shush, little one, it’ll only hurt more if you struggle,” his voice is a raspy baritone, and as you fight to hold on to your consciousness, you keep your eyes glued to the way his doe eyed, sapphire gaze burns into yours. “Just give in, don’t fight me, darling.”

Lulled into a sense of security by the Krypton’s words, your eyes start to droop, muscles relaxing as you sink into his grasp, consciousness slipping away from you as the pain only increases its crescendo in your temples, until-

There is a blast of howling cold wind that buffets both you and the Krypton, and you are tossed aside, the Krypton groaning loudly and losing his grip on you as he registers the impact upon his body. Once his hand loses contact with your forehead, the pain immediately subsides, but you are far too weak to even sit up, so you remain collapsed on your side as you watch another figure slowly descend from mid-air, remaining slightly elevated so that their feet aren’t touching the wet, muddy ground.

The rain abruptly comes to a stop as the sapphire eyed Krypton remains collapsed on the ground, until the figure reaches out to pull him upright until he is on his knees, and then he lets go, leaving the Clairvoyant hunched over, his chin bowed to his chest. Then, with his hand back around the Clairvoyant’s neck, the figure lifts him until his knees no longer touch the ground, and you can see the tendons in his neck bulging, his biceps tightening as he struggles. Briefly, he opens his eyes and they glow a cerulean blue, denoting his attempt to utilise his power of mind control over his opponent, but to no avail as the floating figure only chuckles.

Belatedly, your still foggy mind realises that this must be a showdown between two Kryptons, but what kind of power does that floating figure have? And why would they be fighting each other, when they were creatures of justice who couldn’t even harm a fly?

Your eyes travel up the length of the mysterious, floating figure, partially enshrouded by the cover of the night so you can barely make out any of their defining features. But judging from their stature, it is most definitely a man, if only you could see their face-

The figure’s eyes are glowing, as if illuminated by lightning, making the rest of his features seem inhuman, to the extent of resembling an ethereal, otherworldly being. You can just about make out his straight, slim nose, chiselled jawline and delicate lips, and you are breathless as he slowly lets his feet rest upon the soaked ground. With a wave of his hand, the kneeling Krypton before him is sent flying into the cement wall in an explosion of rubble.

Turning his attention to you, the figure takes a few steps before he kneels. His eyes slowly darken as the illumination fades, and as you struggle to meet his gaze, you gasp as you’re met with the same pewter gray as this morning.

Hoseok.

Amidst your bedraggled, half drenched appearance, you try your best to tame your ruined hair do as you glance up at him, still looking as handsome as ever with rivulets of rainwater streaming down his chiselled jaw. His hair is swept back off his forehead as he places his arm around your shoulders, sliding the other underneath your thighs to scoop you close to his chest.

With the sudden proximity, your breath is snatched right out of your chest, and you struggle for something to say in response. “H-hi, Hoseok, I’m welcome.”

Hoseok only laughs a deep, belly laugh at your attempted Dad joke.

“Wh-who was that? Back in that alley? It was a Clairvoyant, right?” Your teeth are still chattering, and even though you’ve insisted that you’re fine about a million times over, Hoseok refuses to set you down until you’re at your doorstep. He only relents when you tell him you can’t unlock the door from this angle, but once you’re inside, he forces you to put your feet up again. “Why was my head hurting so much? Did he… do something to me?”

Hoseok has his mouth set in a grim line as he wraps a towel around your shivering frame. “He would have, if I didn’t get there in time.”

“Wh-what do you mean? Wasn’t he a Krypton, I thought Kryptons were supposed to protect and help us, and-“

“Not all. Recently, there have been murder and assassination reports that couldn’t have been committed by anything but a Krypton. That level of destruction and power, nothing else could explain it.”

“You sound just like my roommate Somin,” you dismiss his crazy theory with a shake of your head. “I mean, I understand if she’s anti-Krypton, there are people who believe that we can survive fine without them. But I never imagined a Krypton would be against his own race like this.”

Hoseok runs his hands through his hair in frustration, heaving a sigh. “I knew you wouldn’t believe me, and it’s normal. You were brought up your whole life to believe that us Kryptons are nothing but peace-loving, enforcers of justice who can do no wrong. But it’s all propaganda. My people, we aren’t as righteous as everyone makes us out to be.”

He turns to you now, his eyes pleading his desperation. “You don’t have to believe me if you don’t want to. Just please, let me stay by your side.”

With Hoseok this close, you can feel his warm breath against your cheek in gentle puffs that somehow manages to both calm you down and send your heart racing at the same time. He reaches for the towel around your shoulders to pull it over your head, rubbing it against your hair gently to dry it. Hoseok then brings his hands to cup your face, and his warmth feels heavenly against your still cold and clammy skin, and you close your eyes.

You think back to the immense pain that radiated through your temples the moment that Clairvoyant Krypton had his hand over your forehead. Although it had seemed impossible at the time, it makes sense now that his power of mind controller would only be magnified through physical touch, and had he been given just a tad more time, no doubt would he have fried your brains and left you for dead in that cold, dark alley.

Just like those two other victims before you.

“No. I believe you.”

“Just let me be your hero.” Hoseok says softly, his lips are only an inch away from yours. “After knowing what it’s like to save you, I don’t think I could live with the idea of letting anyone else take my place.”

Your eyes drop to his lips, noting how soft they look, and Hoseok brings a hand to cup your cheek gently, stroking the soft flesh with his thumb.

“Alright.”

There’s only one hitch to this whole plan: Somin.

Hoseok manages to sneak out of the house undetected the next morning after having spent the night in your room- sleeping on the floor, of course, on his insistence- and you have it all thought out.

You’re up bright and early to make Somin’s favourite- golden, fluffy and syrupy pancakes that are on the table the moment she stumbles into the kitchen blearily. Upon catching sight of them, she gives you a surprised look, but apparently, her hunger surpasses her suspicion, and she devours half her stack before you gather the courage to even utter a single word.

“S-somin, um, I have something to-“

“Spit it out,” Somin doesn’t even glance up from her plate in the midst of mopping up every single drop of syrup.

You sigh internally. “Listen, so there may be Kryptons going rogue lately-“

“So you believe me! Finally!” She pumps her fist into the air, nearly sending drops of syrup everywhere, and you wince in response, watching her wave her sticky fork around.

“And so,” you continue smoothly, “I thought I’d get us our very own Krypton to protect us!”

All her elation immediately deflates as she stares at you in disbelief. “Really? That’s your brilliant solution? You deduce that Kryptons are going rogue, and then you get another Krypton to protect us? How do you know that this Krypton isn’t a rogue one? Did you develop some magical rogue Krypton detector overnight or something?”

You hold up your hands in defense, “whoa, hold up there with the sarcasm, it’s way too early for this. And how come you’re suddenly acting like you’re the older one here?”

Somin only slumps in her seat, the corners of her mouth turned downward in an unspoken apology. “I’m just trying to keep us safe.”

If you told her about what happened last night with that Clairvoyant Krypton, there’s no doubt she would freak out even more, and then your chances of convincing her to let Hoseok protect the two of you would go down the drain just like that.

“I met this Krypton,” you begin calmly, and just as you anticipated, Somin’s eyes grow wide, but you hurry on before she can say anything. “And he can protect us. If there are rogue Kryptons running around, then our only chances of survival lie with the Krypton who are on the side of the law. Please, Somin. You saw how much damage was done to the Pyramid House. Us humans don’t stand a chance against Kryptons if they were to turn on us like that. You know that. He’s our only hope.”

Somin remains silent for a moment, running the twines of her fork through the puddles of sticky syrup that still remains on her plate. “Alright. But I just have one last question. If you can convince me with your answer, I’ll accept him.”

“Really?” You sit up straight in your seat, nodding intently at her. “What is it?”

“How do you know this Krypton can be trusted? What if he is the rogue one?”

Once more, you think back to the way Hoseok had cradled you in his own arms back in that alley, the flash of rage in his illuminated gaze as he sent the other rogue Krypton crashing into the wall.

“Because he saved my life,” you’re at a loss for words, offering her this simple reasoning as you shrug helplessly. “I’ve never seen another Krypton like him, with the kind of powers he has. I can’t explain it, and it probably sounds phony as hell to you, but he makes me feel safe. Whenever I see him, it’s like I know that no matter what happens, he’ll be there to save the day.”

You don’t expect Somin to believe you, not when you can’t seem to believe the words that are spilling from your tongue yourself. It’s just indescribable, how much Hoseok means to you, and what he has come to mean to you, at this point. Hoseok is nothing like the Krypton you grew up dreaming of- he isn’t insanely jacked with bulging muscles, but he can still carry you to safety when he needs to, and neither does he own a shiny Batmobile, but when it matters the most, he still manages to show up just in time to save you.

He isn’t just any Krypton, he is the Krypton you were always meant to be paired with.

“Alright. He can move in with us, starting tomorrow. Better the devil you know than the devil you don’t know, I guess,” Somin brings her plate to the sink, turning her back to you as she starts scrubbing the dishes.

For a moment, you are left speechless, but then you remember that you left Hoseok out in the cold outside your apartment, waiting for you to let him in once you’ve convinced Somin.

“Um… how about we make that today?”

“So, what is your power exactly?” Somin is currently interrogating a very nervous looking Hoseok as he sits up, ramrod straight, at the counter with his hands folded neatly in his lap. His eyes slide over to you, and you give him a small nod and a reassuring smile.

“My emotions are in tune with the weather, and I can control them that way,” Hoseok starts off nervously. To distract him, you push a plate of pancakes over to him, sliding a fork into his hand. “A-and, um-“

“Oh. So just a weather forecaster? How would that help if we’re faced with a rogue Krypton? A Mass Manipulator, for instance?”

“Somin…” you sigh as you watch her bustle around the kitchen, not even pausing for a moment to make eye contact with Hoseok. “Be nice.”

“I am being nice, I’m just asking what he can do to protect us if the event ever arose,” she crosses her arms defensively. “At this rate, it seems as if we might be better off without him. In fact, we might even have to protect him.”

“Once I touch another Krypton, I gain the ability to use their power as well,” Hoseok says quietly, his fork now set aside. “And it’s permanent, too.”

Both you and Somin are stunned into silence, a new regard for the stormy eyed Krypton sitting at your kitchen counter who is more powerful than you could have ever imagined. You can just barely hear an impressed whistle coming from Somin’s direction as she sizes him up and down as if he were a wrestler due to enter the ring for his next match.

“What powers do you have currently? Who was the last Krypton you touched?”

You and Hoseok exchange a brief glance before he turns to her with a casual shrug. “The weather control ability belongs to me. On top of that, I have Invisibility and Clairvoyance, why?”

“Hmm, well, nothing,” Somin says casually as she stirs some cream into her coffee, taking a careful sip so as not to burn herself. “It’s just, I have a really important interview today, and-“

“Don’t wear your nude heels today, they’ll break just after you get off the bus. And your interviewer, she’ll be in a bad mood because her baby threw a tantrum this morning. Appease her by getting her a coffee. Her favourite is Hazelnut latte.”

Somin looks as if she’s struggling not to look visibly impressed as she heads for the door, slowly sipping on the rest of her coffee. Before she leaves, she gives you and Hoseok one last look.

“Well, it’s not that I believe in such bullshit, or anything, but better safe than sorry, right? I’ll need all the luck I can get for this one!” Somin chooses a pair of dark red heels instead as she gives you a quick kiss on the cheek. “Wish me luck for today’s interview!”

“Good luck!” You shout belatedly after her as she disappears out the door.

“Looks like she’s warming up,” Hoseok comments as he slumps against the kitchen counter in relief. “You didn’t tell me she was so scary!”

“Awww, is my cute little superhero scared?” You reach over to ruffle his hair fondly, a smirk tugging on your lips when he grunts in irritation. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you from the big bad meanie!”

You reach to give his cheek a fond little pinch, but Hoseok catches your wrist just before you can make any contact, and there is something entirely different about his gaze that takes your breath away as he draws you in close to him. His breath is now on your neck, and those tempting lips of his are dangerously close to your skin.

“We’ll see who’s the big bad wolf over here,” his low murmur sends a pleasant shiver down your spine, and his other hand cups the dip of your waist intimately, stroking your delicate curves with a flaming touch that you can feel even through the material of your dress. “If you’re not careful, I’ll eat you right up.”

“Oh?” Not one to back down from such a blatant attempt at flirting, you tilt your head back to expose more of your neck for his viewing pleasure, and you can practically see the desire to mark you with his lips and teeth cross his mind. “Be my guest, then.”

You circle an arm around his neck, teasing the sensitive skin with brushes of your fingertips before you pull yourself upright. “But after work. Bills need to be paid, can’t just sit around and be my pompous superhero self now can I?”

“Pompous? I’m pompous?” Hoseok protests with a yelp as he follows you, placing a well-mannered hand on your arm to support you as you slip on your shoes (navy heels, not maroon, he says. When you frown in worry, asking if they’ll break too, he just shrugs and says that navy matches better. Like you said, pompous.)

“Look, it’s not that I don’t appreciate having my own personal superhero and all,” you press the button for the lift, already feeling your navy heels pinch at your toes. “But do you have to follow me around all day long? Don’t you have a job or something?”

“What do you mean?” Hoseok frowns at you, tilting his head as if he doesn’t understand. “My job is to protect you.”

Rolling your eyes to the heavens, you grip your bag tighter, already envisioning additional late nights to come in the future just so you can feed one more freeloader. And you don’t even have to be a Clairvoyant to visualise this.

“You don’t have to send me to work every day, Hoseok, nothing is gonna happen in broad daylight,” you tell him as you speedwalk to the train station. “Besides, what are you even protecting me from at work? Are you gonna predict my future and tell me that I’ll get a paper cut while I’m reading my morning paper and flipping past the classified ads section?”

“Watch out!” Hoseok holds out a hand to push you to one side of the pavement, both arms encircling your waist to keep you close to his body just as a bicycle whizzes past the both of you, causing your dress to fly up from the breeze created. His arms slide down to your hips to keep your skirt from exposing too much as he glances after the rider that has long ago disappeared from sight. “That guy was going way too fast for a pavement!”

You notice a few women applauding your superhero and sighing dreamily, admiring the way Hoseok has his arms wrapped around you protectively. You’re so caught up in the way his arms feel around you that you don’t realise that Hoseok is nagging at you to be more careful, wondering aloud how you even managed to get this far in your life without being eliminated by natural selection already.

Alright, maybe he isn’t the perfect superhero you always dreamed of.

“I wasn’t even using Clairvoyance back there…” Hoseok mutters under his breath. “And for your information, miss, no one even reads the Classifieds section anymore.”

“Oh stop it already, you’re like an old man,” you roll your eyes even as you scan past the gantry and hurry to the platform to catch your train. Just as you manage to squeeze into the packed train, there is a renewed anxiety in your chest when bodies are pressed up against you, and you are jostled about amongst a crowd of strangers.

Except Hoseok elbows his way into the train too, manoeuvring the both of you into a corner where he cages you in with his body, giving you ample space to breathe easy. You can scent the soothing smell of his cologne from this close, and it’s a welcome change from all the body odour and sweat you have to endure. Faced with his strong chest, you’re tempted to just wrap your arms around his slim waist and feel how firm his pecs are under your cheek.

A few stations down the line, Hoseok nudges you toward a middle aged lady. “Hey, she’s getting off at the next stop. Go stand in front of her and take her seat when she stands up.”

True to his word, she does get off at the next stop, and you secure her seat with Hoseok standing in front of you, holding on tightly to the handgrips so that you can admire the way his slim biceps flex and relax. His casual white shirt rides up just a tad to reveal a hint of his toned lower belly, along with a faint trail of hair that suddenly makes your throat go dry, and the ride to your stop seems a lot longer than usual this morning.

Contrary to what he says, Hoseok does actually have a job that he has to get to. It’s only when you tease him about using his ability to turn himself Invisible and keep a surveillance on you at work that he defensively reveals that he actually runs a dance school.

“Oh,” you pretend to be disappointed. “No peeking under my skirt at my desk then? I was hoping you’d eat me out at least. Always fantasised about a ghost giving me head, and you seem like the closest alternative.”

He sends you a look of mock disgust before giving you a sleazy little wink. “If I wanted to see your panties, I wouldn’t have to sneak about. See you later, baby.”

Your coworkers can’t help but notice how cheerful you are for the rest of the day.

You never thought that letting someone else into your life could be this seamless, but Hoseok’s presence makes you wonder where he’s been all his life. Even Somin has warmed up to him considerably, although maybe it’s because of his timely advice having helped her clinch her dream job that makes her forget about all her previous inhibitions towards him.

Two weeks into her new job, Somin decides that it’s her treat at your favourite Italian restaurant. So you find the two of you seated comfortably and waiting for Hoseok to finish up one of his evening classes before he joins you.

“You’re ready to order, right?” Somin closes the menu in favour of taking a sip of wine. “Just order for your boyfriend too. I heard the food takes at least an hour to arrive, anyway.”

You nearly spit out your own mouthful of wine as Somin casually gets the waiter’s attention with a wave of her arm. “Um, excuse me? Did I miss something?”

“What? Don’t be coy with me, miss. That apartment is like a living hell for me,” Somin fans herself dramatically. “The two of you have so much fucking sexual tension, I feel like I’m the director of your porn shoot sometimes. Oh, I’ll have the truffle cream carbonara, please.”

She casually directs the last part of her sentence at the waiter, who clears his throat as he takes down her order, clearly uncomfortable at being privy to your conversation. You swallow hard as the waiter turns to you, thankful for the dim lighting in this restaurant that hides your reddened cheeks.

“I-I’ll have the squid ink pasta, and one more pesto truffle linguine as well.” You send Somin a sharp glare as you hand over your menu. “Oh, and four servings of garlic bread too, please!”

You wait till the waiter is a safe distance away before you reach over to pinch her arm, hard. “You can’t just say things like these in public! And what does that even mean anyway? Just for that, I’m declaring dessert on you too.”

Somin only shrugs as she rubs her sore arm, rolling her eyes as she downs another gulp of her wine. “Whatever, text your boyfriend already to ask what’s his ETA. There’s nothing I hate more than cold pasta.”

Mumbling a curse under your breath, you reach for your phone to type out a text to Hoseok asking where he is.

You frown at your phone screen, tapping out of the messaging app to open up your call log. “I think he might be lost or something, he says he’s at the-“

Your voice freezes in your throat when you feel something brush against your calves under the table. Immediately, you turn to Somin, but she’s only tilting her wine glass to get the very last dregs, totally oblivious.

The touch travels up your calves to the bend behind your knee, and the slightly calloused fingers caress your skin gently. Your heart is in your throat as you push the tablecloth out of the way to check underneath the table, but nothing is immediately apparent, until you realise that your skirt is folded in a very unnatural way.

And then, in the blink of an eye, you spot a freshly showered Hoseok with his hair still damp, crouched underneath the table with his face between your legs and his hands parting your thighs gently. He sends you a smirk before he disappears, pushing the tablecloth back into place as his touch travels further up your thighs.

“What’s wrong? Did you drop something?” Somin is slightly tipsy now as she attempts to glance over at your lap.

“N-no! Just wanted to make sure my bag was still there, that’s all,” you give her a forced smile, and thankfully she is distracted as she calls the waiter over to order another bottle of wine.

You can feel Hoseok start to suckle wet kisses into your inner thighs now, and his tongue laves at your skin reverently, leaving trails of his kisses behind. You’re beyond thankful that you wore a skirt today of all days, and you can feel the way his breath quickens as his hands travel all the way up to the hem of your underwear and tug them down. Hoseok pulls your underwear right off your feet, leaving you bare as he helps you out of them, one thigh at a time. When he’s done, he spreads you again to his heart’s content, and you can’t imagine how his view must be like down there.

Hoseok is uncaring of how your posture might look like as he forces your legs part with a hand on your inner thigh, continuing to nose his way up till he reaches the apex. In an attempt to preserve your modesty, you tug the tablecloth surreptitiously to cover more of your lap even as he begins to pepper soft kisses onto your lower lips, and you can feel the way that they swell and engorge in response, and your arousal begins to make everything feel so slick down there, to the point where you’re worried you might even stain the chair.

When he deems you ready enough, Hoseok spreads your lips with his two slim fingers, and you can almost smell your arousal immediately. Thankfully, waiter arrives with your orders of garlic bread just at that moment, and the pungent smell of your appetizers helps to cover everything up.

Somin immediately reaches for a slice, stuffing it into her mouth and moaning in delight. “Oh my God. You were right, we should order ten more of these!”

You’re just about to help yourself too, but then Hoseok decides to grace you with a generous lick from your soaked core to your slit, and you have to bite your lip hard to keep from gasping. You can feel his smirk against your inner thighs as he gives kitten licks to your clit, torturing you with every lap of his soft, wet tongue. You can feel the knot in your lower abdomen growing tighter and tighter, in your desperation, you reach for a slice of garlic bread and bite into it harshly just so you can have an excuse to let out that moan you were holding in, just as Hoseok sees it fit to tease your clit with the pointed tip of his tongue.

“It’s that good, right?” Somin is already on her third piece. “If Hoseok doesn’t get here soon, he might not get to taste any of this heaven…”

Your thighs are trembling as Hoseok laps at your core in response, and you know exactly what he means. “O-oh, I t-think he already knows how good it tastes.”

“You mean he’s been here before?” She takes a swig of her wine to chase down her fourth slice. “And didn’t think to invite us?”

Hoseok’s licks are getting more and more daring, and you feel as if he’s delighting in making you as messy as possible. Every lick of his warm, wet tongue sends electric shocks down your spine, and you are practically sitting ramrod straight in your seat, biting your lower lip hard in order to remain quiet. Your thigh muscles are aching as Hoseok holds them apart firmly so he can bury his face in your cunt, and you don’t want to imagine how you must be dripping all over his face by now.

Just as Hoseok takes a hand off your thigh and you think you can relax, he slides something icy cold into you, and you jerk straight off your seat in response, reaching for your wine glass to cover up hastily.

Somin gives you a strange look. “Are you okay? Do you need the bathroom or something?”

“Um, no, just thought I saw Hoseok coming in for a second there,” you mumble into your wine glass, and the cheeky little bastard has the gall to chuckle against your inner thigh, and you can feel the vibration travel straight to your clit. You’re trying to figure out exactly what he’s fucking you with, and when he begins to grind his palm against your clit, you realise that he has one of his fingers inside you now, but how is it ice cold? Unless-

That bastard can manipulate temperature along with the weather too.

You can’t believe this. You’re unbelievably aroused right in the middle of an Italian restaurant, sitting opposite your roommate, with Hoseok eating you out like you’re the finest dish on the menu here. He must have taken your fantasy of getting eaten out by someone under the table to heart, and now you’re beginning to wish that you’d never told him about this in the first place.

You have gradually acclimatised the temperature of his icy fingers, so as Hoseok adds one more, he focuses directly on your clit, laving it with the flat of his tongue as he thrusts into you, curling his fingers to seek out your sweet spot. You surreptitiously reach a hand down to where you think his head might be, and true enough, you are met with silky strands of hair, and you give it a firm tug in response to his incessant licks and suckles.

Your grip tightens on your glass, to the point that you’re afraid that it might even shatter as Hoseok brings you closer and closer to the edge. All it takes is a particularly firm suck, one that you can hear even over the particles of conversation around you and the gentle music throughout the entire restaurant. Your walls close around his fingers, the pleasure ebbing and flowing throughout your entire body as you tense every muscle in your body to keep yourself quiet.

Hoseok is licking up every drop of your release, and you can feel him slurping everything up as he cleans you thoroughly. With a final kiss on your inner thigh, he draws away, and you wonder how he’s going to show up at the table with his face all covered in your juices, and then-

“Sorry I’m late,” a voice comes from behind you, and Somin straightens in her seat.

“Finally! We already ordered for you, and sorry to say, but the garlic bread is pretty much all gone,” she gestures to the empty baskets on the table. “And ugh, you’re all gross from your class, couldn’t you have at least showered first?”

Hoseok says nothing as he slides into his seat, wiping his chin with the back of his hand as he sends you a smirk that makes your core throb again, aching for his tongue, even though you only just came. “No problem. I heard the best dish in this restaurant isn’t for sale, anyway.”

From now on, every time you feel the slightest touch against your legs, even when you’re working at your desk, a shiver of arousal shoots up your spine, and you fully blame Hoseok for it. He’d sent you off to work that morning with a satisfied smile on his face, resembling the cat who’d just caught the canary as he took in your attire of slacks rather than your usual pencil skirts.

But you have no time to submerge yourself in daydreams and fantasies about him and his skilful tongue, because your workday is more than a little busy. There is a new joiner to your team today, and your boss has instructed you to show him the ropes.

The new joiner in question is Jeon Jeongguk, a fresh grad straight out of college, and a Krypton to boot. He is a Clairvoyant with the most stunning cerulean eyes, and a doe eyed, innocent look that you feel as if you’ve seen somewhere before. His young, boyish good looks have attracted the attention of all the women you walk past while giving him the company tour, and on your own part, despite yourself, you can’t help but wonder if he already has an assigned mortal.

It doesn’t help that he is extremely flirty and touchy, finding excuses to place his hands on your arm, shoulder, and even the small of your back on the pretence of helping you up the stairs. Even if you started the workday all tired out and just wanting to snuggle in bed with Hoseok’s arms around you, just spending a few minutes around Jeon Jeongguk has you feeling like you’re on top of the world again, especially whenever he touches you.

But there is a small niggling feeling at the back of your mind, even though a part of you is tempted to just enjoy this handsome man’s attention. All around you, women are cooing over how handsome he is, and you can see that Jeongguk is enjoying their gazes of admiration too, sending them little winks and smirks. Any of them would be fighting for your place to be mentoring such a handsome young man as him, a Krypton no less, and here you are, being ungrateful, no less.

Feeling a little conflicted, you give him an inane task of sorting out the post-its by colour while you return to your desk, just so you can regather your scattered thoughts without him constantly giving you his innocent little grin and feeling his eyes roam around your body. A part of you can’t believe how incredibly fit he is, with his dress pants tight against his upper thighs, and the contrast of his narrow waist makes his body proportions ungodly. Without him at your side, you can think a little clearer now; why should a Clairvoyant Krypton even need to be so jacked when their power doesn’t even manifest physically?

Ridiculous.

In the period while you’d been away from your desk, someone had dropped a post-it on your keyboard.

Meet me at the rooftop.

-your anpanman

But… Hoseok? How could he be here? And more importantly, why?

Just as you push your chair back, Jeongguk bounds over from the storeroom to proudly announce that he’s finished with all the post-its, so did you have anything else in mind for him, or could the two of you go grab a coffee together?

He pushes himself into your personal space unabashedly, his bright doe eyes glowing a mesmerizing cerulean as he flashes you his charming little smile. You have a hard time pushing away from him, reminding yourself that you need to meet Hoseok up at the rooftop as you randomly tell him to go organise the calendars now, watching his face fall as you make your escape.

You’ve never been up to the rooftop before, and you’re wondering how Hoseok even knows about this place, having never visited your workplace, at least not officially. It’s fairly windy up top, and in the distance, you can see dark clouds beginning to gather, sure signs of a storm approaching. You wonder if it’s that good of an idea to be this exposed when there is a risk of lightning strikes, but then you catch a figure standing by the railings.

“Hoseok? What are you doing here?” You struggle against the increasingly strong wind as you make your way to him, sliding your arms around his waist as he turns around.

“I had to, of course, because someone was being naughty little slut, flirting with the intern,” the frown between Hoseok’s brows deepens, and you can see that his lips are set in a firm line, a sure sign that he’s pissed off for real now.

And then suddenly, the approaching dark clouds make sense.

“Wh-what do you mean? I was just trying to show him around, and I-“ You let your hands drop from his waist slowly.

A low rumble of thunder cuts you off. Hoseok’s eyes are glowing dimly, giving him an ethereal look as the wind sweeps his hair off his forehead. “Is that why you let him touch you all over?”

Hoseok slides his arm around your waist, hand dipping dangerously low as he brushes the top of your ass. “Let him touch you here, too?”

It’s not only the air that is extra super charged with electricity, you feel it in every single nerve of your body as Hoseok lets his hand envelope your ass cheek fully, groping it hard and to his heart’s content. Letting him touch you like this in such a public place sends a thrill through your veins, even as you glance around in desperation.

“No! I’m yours alone, I promise!” You pant against his chest as Hoseok lowers that sinful mouth of his to tongue at your exposed collarbone. “H-hoseok, not here, can we finish this at home?”

“Too bad I don’t listen to naughty little sluts who’ve been bad,” Hoseok releases his grip on your ass, letting his hands play with the little zipper on the front of your slacks. “Let me tell you what I do with desperate little sluts like you. I’ll fuck you so good that you’ll be sobbing and crying on this rooftop here, and everyone will know that you’re getting fucked by me. Then I’ll leave you dripping with cum, in case that little intern decides to get in your pants, he’ll find a little surprise in your dirty little cunt.”

Hoseok strokes your cheek gently even as he flicks open the button on your pants. “And too bad you wore slacks today, hmm? Looks like we won’t be done any time soon, babydoll. Bend over that railing for me, sweetheart.”

With trembling steps, you can only do as he says, and Hoseok pushes your pants down just enough to reveal your bare ass. You can hear him swear under his breath as he realises that you’ve gone commando today, and he swats your cheek with a sharp spank that makes you cry out in a needy little whine. From up here, it’s a long way down, and as Hoseok pushes between your shoulder blades, your weight is solely balanced on your midriff, leaving you completely at his mercy as he continues to spank you hard.

“What- do sluts- say- when- they’re- getting- spanked?” Hoseok punctuates every word with a sharp slap to your behind, alternating both cheeks as he watches your flesh bear his handprints, blooming a pretty pink that he ingrains in his memory for later times.

“Th-thank you, I want more, till I can’t sit down, please,” you can feel the blood rushing to your head as Hoseok tilts you nearly upside down, his firm grip on your waist keeping you in place. The wind slices against your cheeks, and the adrenaline pumping through your veins only serves to heighten your arousal as Hoseok slides two fingers through your puffy lower lips, only to draw away with them coated in your sticky wetness. As he circles your clit, there is a jolt of electricity from his fingertips that makes you sob his name shamelessly, feeling him chuckle against your back as he repeats the motion.

“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs, a low baritone that is accompanied by a roll of thunder that serves to underscore his dominance over you as he soothes your reddened skin with his palm, rubbing gently to calm you down. “So nice and wet for me, I think you’re ready to be fucked, hmmm?”

“P-please, baby please fuck me,” you whimper as he spreads your lips apart, admiring the strings of your sticky arousal that stretch from his fingers.

“Come down from there first, sweetheart,” Hoseok helps you down gently, his hands warm and steady around your waist as he sets you down on your feet. “That’s it, now down on your knees, wanna see your pretty lips around my cock.”

You oblige immediately, sinking down to your knees as you reach for his zipper, palming his bulge generously and giving it a little squeeze that elicits a strangled moan from him. When you reach into his underwear to wrap your hand around him, he is already dripping with precum, and you hold your tongue out to watch the drops land with a morbid fascination. The purple head of him is drooling with precum non-stop, a testament to how unbelievably turned on he is as he fists his hand in your hair.

Laving the tip of him with your tongue, his salty flavour explodes on your tastebuds, but you’re not given long to savour the taste of him because he pushes you down, forcing his length into your throat as you gag messily. Spit and precum are trailing down your chin, some of it getting caught on his balls as he rolls them roughly in his palm, thrusting into your mouth with a hot groan.

“Shit, that mouth of yours, so fucking good,” he pants, pushing into your mouth further. “Take all of it, choke on my cock like a good little slut. Gonna fuck your mouth cunt so good.”

You are gurgling around his cock, tears in your eyes as you relish the precum pouring down your throat. Hoseok pushes you down to his base, holding you there for a few torturously long seconds before he pulls away to admire the strings of saliva and precum that connect his aching hard cock to your lips.

“So pretty for me,” he coos, running a thumb to clean up some of the mess on your chin and popping it into his mouth. “Come here.”

Hoseok props his ass on the railings, stroking his dick a few times as he spreads his legs. His lap is inviting, cock twitching, as if beckoning you to perch yourself upon it and ride him till kingdom come, but your fear of heights makes you hesitate. The claps of thunder and flashes of lightning only serve to accentuate exposed you are, and when you make contact with him, his skin is alive with electric currents that deliver a pleasant shockwave to every single nerve of yours, especially when he concentrates his fingertips on your abused clit. Every stroke feels like a mini orgasm, and your thighs are trembling as he takes in how sensitive and reactive you are.

“You trust me, right?” Hoseok strokes your hip, pulling you in between his legs. “I won’t let you fall, sweetheart. Get on my dick.”

With his help, you straddle his lap, fully aware of how precarious your position is. When the tip of him brushes against your folds, you grab his shoulders and sink down on him fully, completely forgetting that you’re on the edge of a rooftop, getting fucked on top of a 50 storey building. You take him down to the root, relishing his breathless groan when you squeeze tight around his cock.

Hoseok’s hands are on your waist, holding you firmly to his base as he abruptly spins around so that your body remains suspended in mid-air. The spike of adrenaline and fear makes you clench around him, and he gives a few practice thrusts before he really starts pounding into you, every smash of his hipbones against your pelvis absolutely divine.

“You like fucking out here, where anyone could see us? You better keep it down unless you want the whole office to see what a slut you are. Or I bet you’d like any of those pedestrians to look up and see my cock in your dirty little pussy hmm?” The roars of thunder are getting louder, and with every flash of lightning, Hoseok’s features are lit up in a show of his dominance, and a hint of anger as well, accentuating the animalistic lust that resides in his gaze as he continues to ravage you. “Watch me take your pussy over and over till I fucking tear you in half, princess.”

You glance down to witness his cock spearing you open, and then Hoseok takes one hand off your waist to fondle your clit, and you jerk in response, half in arousal, half in fear. But Hoseok only smirks and lets his other hand drift down to your inner thigh, and now you are completely unsupported by anything other than his control of the wind currents alone. Your head tilts back, exposing the column of your neck to him as you feel the wind assaulting you from every angle, combined with his harsh thrusts, you are coming around him with a desperate sob, drenching him in a shower of your arousal.

“Well, fuck, looks like it just started pouring,” Hoseok is wiping the back of his chin with his hand, his white shirt completely soaked by you. But his thrusts don’t let up as he continues to chase his pleasure, heavy balls slapping against your clit.

“H-hoseok, I can’t, fuck, it’s too much, please,” you reach out to push against his firm lower abdomen, breasts heaving and nipples all sore and peaked from the wind’s assault on them. They are like an extension of his nimble fingers as you feel your nipples being pinched and rolled, the sensation shooting straight down to your clit. It’s as if Hoseok and nature have become one, intent on stimulating every single erogenous point on your body, and it’s too much all at once.

Hoseok drives his cock deep into you, feeling the entrance of your womb with his cock as he savours the way your tummy bulges with his intrusion. “Just one more, you can do one more for me, can’t you? My good girl.”

You are spineless, completely at his mercy as his fluid hips continue to rock into you. Glancing up, you catch a glimpse of his windblown hair, eyes alight with the luminous glow of lightning itself, sweat and your cum drenching his upper torso as his abs flex with every thrust. His fingertips are ice cold as he circles your clit, and you don’t know if it’s just your lust induced haze, but his dick is warming up with every thrust as he bottoms out against your cervix.

The knot in your belly is growing tighter and tighter, and your muscles are spasming with the overload of electric current from his touch alone. You are whimpering and pleading for him, caught up in the throes of ecstasy that threaten to overwhelm you and drag you under, but then you notice the door leading to the rooftop open.

“______? Are you here?” Jeon Jeongguk is struggling against the suddenly ferocious wind that buffets him from all angles, seemingly immobilised even as he tries to take a step forward. He has his eyes shielded as he glances around the rooftop of the building, first from one end, and then to the other- at this rate, he’ll definitely catch you with Hoseok’s dick still buried deep in your pussy, hanging off the ledge of the rooftop-

“Eyes on me, babygirl,” Hoseok gets your attention back on him with a sharp slap to your clit, and you cry out in equal parts pain and arousal.

Your shout has attracted Jeongguk’s attention, but you’re too far gone to care, especially as Hoseok begins fucking you with a renewed enthusiasm, intent on reaching his high this time as he imprints bruises into your hips. Your cunt is all swollen and aching, walls tightening around his cock as Hoseok sends you over the edge. Your lungs are burning, but as you gasp for air, there is a foreign sensation pressing on either side of your throat, restricting your air flow and heightening your pleasure as your nerves are rubbed raw and pink by his pretty cock pounding your cunt.

“Shit, gonna fill your sweet pussy up so good,” Hoseok grunts as he drives into you. His cock is twitching, growing almost unbearably hot as he releases, spurts of cum drowning your womb till you are overflowing with him. The restriction around your throat eases, and your airflow is regulated once more as you squeeze and contract around him, encouraging him to spill every last drop in his balls. He continues to fuck his cum into you with deep thrusts, watching it bubble up around his length and leak down your thighs, dripping onto the railing beneath him.

When he pulls out gently, arms back around your waist to cradle you to the safety of his warm body, you can still feel your cunt pulsing, pushing out rivulets of his cum as it streams freely down your thighs.

“Your pink pussy looks so creamy and pretty,” Hoseok gives you a brief kiss on your cheek as he runs his fingers through the mess between your legs before he pulls your slacks up. “Gonna smell like me all day now.”

The thunder has softened into a distant rumble, dark clouds clearing and a hint of the sun peeking out from behind them as Hoseok helps you with your clothes, murmuring soft praises as he does so. As you are coming down from your high, you help him tuck his now softened dick back into his pants, pressing your cheek briefly against his chest in a hug.

“You okay?” His voice is a pleasant rumble in his chest that you feel reverberating throughout your own.

“Yeah. D-did Jeongguk really see us though? Not that I care, or anything-“ you hastily correct yourself. “I just don’t want that little brat catching sight of the goodies.”

Hoseok pulls away with a laugh that makes your stomach flip, and the butterflies are flitting about equally unnerved. “Of course not, sweetheart. Do you think I would really let him see you like that? We were invisible the whole time.”

A darkened room, with the smell of fear and desperation in the air. The door is locked, but footsteps approach from the other side. With a tremendous force, the door is blasted open by some unknown power, splinters of wood embedding themselves into soft skin.

The glow of cerulean cuts through the blanket of darkness.

Hoseok awakes in a sweaty panic, eyes darting around the room as he gasps for breath, frantically reaching for you in the mess of blankets and pillows strewn around on the bed. You are still slumbering peacefully, completely unaware of the mortal peril that awaits you, but when Hoseok shakes you awake, you only swat him away.

“Five more minutes…”

But he is insistent, and when you pry your eyes open, you take in your boyfriend’s distressed state. Pushing yourself into a sitting position, you stroke his sweaty bangs away from his forehead, bringing his cheek to rest on your breast as you force his breathing to follow the slow cadence of your own. “What’s wrong? The same dream again?”

It is that one particular dream that has been plaguing him ever since he took you on the rooftop weeks ago. You always thought that being a Clairvoyant Krypton was a gift highly sought after, but having to watch your boyfriend wrest himself out of his nightmares repeatedly every single morning has you grateful that you are a mere mortal. It has definitely been taking a toll on your superhero, and the Krypton looks tired and worn out as he closes his eyes against your soft skin for comfort.

But despite having the same recurring dream for weeks in a row, nothing untoward has happened yet. You sought to appease him by staying home from work initially, but it was only a temporary solution. Bills still needed to be paid, and so you push Hoseok away from you gently so you can get ready for work.

Hoseok is uncharacteristically more clingy than usual as you struggle through your morning routine to beautify yourself. His arms are around your bare waist, lips on your shoulder and neck as nuzzles into your warm skin.

Considering that you already have a mega powerful Krypton boyfriend who sucks up powers like he’s Kirby, you’re not the least bit worried. If there’s any situation in which you find yourself in mortal danger, you know you can always count on Hoseok to swoop in and save the day like he always does. Alone, you may have resigned yourself to a life of nunnery locked up at home, but with Jung Hoseok by your side, you have nothing to fear.

But Hoseok clearly doesn’t feel the same way. You’ve already had a few arguments over Jeon Jeongguk, with Hoseok insisting that you stay away from him because he was apparently “dangerous and harbouring malicious intentions”.

“Do you even hear yourself, Jung Hoseok?” You are running late for work for the third time this week, and this has you in a mood. You brush him aside irritably as grab your coffee from the barista, thanking her with a brief smile. “I can’t just stay away from him, he’s my intern, I have to show him the ropes and stuff. It’s my job on the line here.”

“Can’t you just… I don’t know, hand him over to someone else? Like Jimin? He’s a sweet boy, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind taking over for you,” Hoseok follows you around like a puppy, bottom lip jutting out petulantly. His own Americano remains untouched in the other drink tray that you’re carrying.

“Jimin hasn’t been to work for a while actually…” You frown a little as you take a sip of your drink, feeling the liquid immediately warm you up from the chilly breeze outside. “Look, I know you’re worried about me and all. But he hasn’t even done anything to me yet. I know you’re just trying to look out for me baby, but I can’t just march up to my boss and get Jeongguk fired just because he’s intending to murder me the second he gets me alone.

“Clairvoyance deems a person guilty before proven innocent.” You tiptoe to give him a kiss to placate him, pushing the straw of his iced drink to his still pouting lips. Your arms are wrapped loosely around his slim waist. “I have to go in now. Have fun at dance, my favourite superhero. See you for dinner.”

You never knew that your big, scary superhero could pout in such an adorable way. But when the sky begins to darken, and a roll of thunder rumbles nearby, you pinch his bicep with a frown. “Hey! Stop that, people need to get to work. And all this humidity is ruining my hair!”

Hoseok relents with a sigh. You swat him on his ass to get him going, and he reluctantly steals one more kiss before watching you enter your own building.

Managing to dodge one pesky little Jeon Jeongguk should be an art form in itself, you decide, as you manage to make it through precisely 90% of the work day holed up in random meeting rooms and changing your location every few hours to make sure he doesn’t hunt you down. But going back to your desk to drop off some documents proves to be a bad idea.

“Noona, these just came for you, boss says it’s really urgent.” Jeongguk is hovering by your desk with a post it on his index finger as he waves it about. On your desk is a mountain of files that makes it look as if you have a million years’ worth of backlog. “She’s been trying to get a hold of you all day, where have you been?”

Ignoring his question, you briefly look through the files, along with the note from your boss that demands everything be done by tomorrow. It’s your fault for disappearing all day, now you’ll just have to lug every single file home.

“There’s so much, are you sure you can handle that all on your own?” Jeongguk sports a worried frown between his brows as he watches you stack all the files on top of one another. They come up to chest level, and you’re not even halfway done yet. He wheels over one of the document trolleys sitting nearby, and helps you to load it up.

“It’s fine, I can take a taxi back and claim it, anyway,” you mutter to yourself, already kissing a relaxing evening with Hoseok and Somin goodbye. Just as well, since Hoseok is due to be back late from his classes today. But Somin will definitely be more than annoyed since she wanted to binge watch the latest series of Black Mirror, and is too much of a scaredy cat to do it on her own.

“Noona, let me help you, I’ll come with you,” Jeongguk is way too helpful for his own good as he helps you to manoeuvre the trolley to the lift. “I’m a Krypton, let me do my job.”

It occurs to you that you could very well call Hoseok and have him help you out with this just as easily, but the thought of distracting him from his classes fills you with guilt. He is your Krypton, but what for make him come all the way here when you have another equally willing Krypton at your disposal?

Jeongguk jogs out onto the street to hail a cab, and looking at the document laden trolley, you’re almost sure that you could never manage it on your own. Besides, Somin is waiting at home for you, so you won’t exactly be alone. But there is still an unsettling feeling that pervades as Hoseok’s warnings are resounding in your head. You glance at Jeongguk’s frantic waving, your mind racing to think of a solution that will get you out of this.

Just then, you see a familiar silhouette leaving the building.

“Taehyung! Kim Taehyung!” You shout at the top of your lungs, attracting the stares of few passerbys, but the man in question turns around.

He takes in the trolley at your side, and Taehyung jogs over with a concerned look on his face.

“Taehyung, I’m sorry to bother you, but could you help me with these?” Glancing over at Jeongguk, you see that he’s managed to hail a cab already, and he’s making his way back to you at that very moment. “And could I trouble you to follow Jeongguk and I back to my house? It’s just, my boyfriend isn’t home yet, and I don’t want him to get the wrong idea and all…”

Your voice trails off as you berate yourself for being unable to come up with a better excuse. It sounds lame even to your own ears, but Taehyung only shrugs as he starts to push the trolley toward Jeongguk and the taxi. “Sure, no problem. Seems like your boyfriend is the jealous type, huh?”

“Something like that,” you mutter under your breath as he helps you to load up the car, slightly more at ease now as you get into the front seat, with the two boys taking up the passenger seat.

A bolt of lightning splits the violet and fuchsia sunset sky, and the following roll of thunder echoes deep in your bones.

“Th-thanks for helping me with these,” you are out of breath even though you barely even lifted a finger in helping them lug the entire trolley up the stairs that lead to your apartment. You can only blame the out of service elevator, but the two boys are unaffected. “I don’t know what I would have done without you, Taehyung.”

“Hey, what about me? I helped too!”

“Yeah, a huge help you were,” you sigh as you unlock your door, and the thought of the long night ahead puts a further damper on your spirits. “But really, thank you. I’ll treat you both to something delicious someday, okay?”

Kicking off your heels, you step inside your house, and seeing how you struggle even getting the trolley past the threshold, Taehyung levitates it effortlessly, following you inside as he sets it down in the corner for you.

“Jeon, you coming in, dude?” Taehyung kicks off his shoes as he invites himself inside.

“Uh, yeah, of course!” Jeongguk closes the door behind him, and although this isn’t exactly what you’d planned for, you can’t just kick the two boys out like this.

“Did you guys want a drink or something? I’m afraid I don’t have much in the house,” you chuckle nervously as you take a peek in the fridge. You know how Hoseok likes his beers, but unfortunately, the three of you had just finished the last of it on your last movie night, and there’s nothing in the fridge except for some stale sodas, and-

“Why so nervous, little one?”

The voice sends a shiver down your spine.

Jeongguk’s eyes are alight with an aquamarine glow as he steps into your kitchen, and suddenly, any desire to run or escape fades, and you feel unusually at ease, your entire body as light as air, every nerve of yours completely numb. Your ears feel as if they are stuffed with cotton, your mouth as dry as the Sahara Desert, and your head is pounding, the pain growing with every step that Jeongguk takes.

“I-it was you-“ you are struggling to form the words, your lungs constricting as Jeongguk’s once innocent smile morphs into a malicious grin as he watches you crumple to the ground, clutching your temples. “It was you-that night.”

“Bingo,” he whispers as he crouches down beside you, laying a hand on your forehead, and suddenly, everything is multiplied tenfold, making you scream in agony. The throbbing turns into a stabbing pain, and your mind begins to swim, consciousness rapidly fading as Jeongguk’s touch sucks the life force out of you. “You were so easy to charm, little one. Just a few touches here and there and you’re putty in my hands. Just like all the other girls before you. Just like your pathetic little boss who hired me the moment I looked into her eyes.”

“Dude, I didn’t know you could manipulate moods,” Taehyung comments, his tone one of awe as he makes sure the door is locked before joining him in the kitchen. “That’s sick. So, what should we do with her now?”

“We wait till that freak Krypton of hers gets home. Then we’ll kill them together.” Jeongguk strokes your cheek gently. “Although, it would be fun to see how he reacts when he comes home and sees the walls painted with her blood, wouldn’t it? I didn’t finish the job last time, but this time will be different. Lucky for me, Taehyung came along and told me you happened to be his coworker. Funny how things work out, hmm?”

Then, he turns to Taehyung. “Restrain her.”

Taehyung moves to do as he says, lifting you effortlessly and shoving you into one of your living room chairs. But then, there is a scuffle that emerges from one of the bedrooms, and the two men freeze.

“What is that? Do you have a roommate? Is there someone else living here?” Jeongguk turns to you with a vicious snarl. “You won’t spill? No matter. We’ll just go check it out, and then you can watch whoever it is die in front of your eyes. Taehyung, bring her.”

And then you are forced to your feet, and each step that you take is against your will as they lead you towards Somin’s room. Jeongguk pushes the door open, only to be met with some resistance, but with a single glance from Taehyung, the door is blasted apart, sending splinters flying everywhere and revealing Somin’s trembling figure in the corner, fingers wrapped tightly around her phone as she glances up fearfully.

“I think I’ll take that,” Taehyung says as he wrenches the phone from her, and it comes flying across the room. “Well. Look what we have here. Looks like it’s two for the price of one.”

Taehyung’s tremendous strength sends you sprawling into the corner as he shoves you hard with this telekinetic ability, and you crash into Somin, tears streaming down your face as she clutches you in fear.

“The attack on Pyramid House,” you gasp, wincing as you push yourself into a sitting position, knees curled into your chest. “P-please, why are you doing this? What do you want? Why are you hurting innocent people? Y-you’re Kryptons, you’re supposed to be protecting us!”

Jeongguk only sighs as he perches himself on the edge of Somin’s bed, studying his fingernails in mock boredom. “Yeah, we got tired of that. In case you haven’t realised, we Kryptons are the superior race here. Just look at you. You’re pathetic. You can’t survive without us. All you’re good at is squandering natural resources and defacing the Earth you live on. How much sense does it make to keep such an inferior species around?”

Hoseok was right all along. You should have believed him, taken his warning more seriously, and then maybe you wouldn’t be in this situation. Now, you are helpless and stranded without him, too weak to fight back against the very heroes you’d entrusted your life with.

“It wasn’t reported as such, but the attempt on the President’s life was a success,” Taehyung speaks up now, coming to crouch in front of the two of you. “Our people have taken over the government from the inside. It was really too easy, like taking candy from a baby. See what happens when you let outsiders defend you? Now, we are everywhere. With the silly little ‘One Krypton to every human’ propaganda your own government promoted, it really speaks volumes for the trust that you have in us.”

“Too bad that trust is unfounded,” Jeongguk snorts in amusement.

“Jimin, what have you done with him?” Thoughts of your sweet natured, angelic little co-worker come to mind, and suddenly, a sick feeling pervades the pit of your stomach.

Taehyung only grins as he draws a slice across his throat. “Dumped him in a random alley somewhere. You’ll hear about it in the news soon. If you’re still alive by then, that is.”

“Now of course, every revolution has its rebels, individuals who think they can make a difference by standing in the way of the greater good,” Jeongguk joins Taehyung as he traces a random pattern on your cheek, causing your migraine to roar to life, and you are once again immobilised by the pain. “Your boyfriend is one such example. But no worries, for he’ll soon be eradicated.”

“Th-is is n-not a r-revol-lution, y-you fucking fools,” you grit your teeth against the blinding pain that threatens to drag you down into an eternal darkness, fighting it with every ounce of strength that you have. “It’s a-a genocide.”

Jeongguk relinquishes his touch with a disappointed sigh, and the debilitating pain lets up just a tad. “Well, I suppose that would have to depend on which side you’re on, now wouldn’t it? For us, it’s a liberation after years of being your slaves.”

“Now, be good girls and don’t move while we wait for your boyfriend to come back, hmmm?” Taehyung sing-songs as he upends the entire bed, lifting it above your heads and sending it crashing down. The both of you are screaming in terror, waiting for the weight to smother you, but it never comes.

The bedframe is wedged against the two walls that form the corner in which you are huddled against with Somin, forming a barrier that keeps you trapped. You hear the two rogue Kryptons murmur something on the other side of the barrier, and soon enough, their retreating footsteps indicate that they have left the room.

You remain paralysed, slumped against the wall as you feel your terror as acutely as a lump wedged in your throat. Somin is still trembling, tears trailing down her cheeks as she gets to her feet, attempting to dislodge the bedframe that imprisons the both of you.

“Somin, stop, what are you doing?” You grab her arm to stop her from throwing her weight against the bedframe.

“Getting us the fuck out of here, that’s what,” she says with her lips pressed into a firm line. With a lunge, her shoulder hits the solid frame, but it doesn’t budge a single inch, but she cries out in pain as she clutches her shoulder.

“We can’t do this, we’re too weak,” You tug her away from the bed, trying in vain to see the damage done, but Somin is and has always been stubborn. “We’re no match for them, Somin, you saw what Taehyung can do! And together with Jeongguk, they’re practically unstoppable!”

“Then what are we supposed to do?” Somin shoves you hard against the wall with a sob, frustration evident in her voice. “Just give up and wait for them to kill us?”

“N-no, Hoseok. Hoseok will come and save us, he always does,” your voice is nothing but an unsteady tremble in your chest. “He will save us, I know it. We can’t do it without him.”

But Somin is having none of it as she shakes you hard, with her hands on your arms. “Don’t you fucking see? You said it yourself. Jeongguk reads every single thought of ours before we even form it in our heads. Taehyung controls every single movement of ours. How would Hoseok be any different if he can’t even get close enough to touch them? We have to do it. We have to save ourselves.”

“B-but still, maybe… he is a Krypton, and he- he stands a better chance…”

“You better hope so, little one.” And you can’t see him, but you know that the two rogue Kryptons are back in the room.

The bedframe is tossed aside by Taehyung carelessly, landing on Somin’s desk and crushing it to smithereens. It’s only then that you see Hoseok, who is down on his knees, head bowed with Taehyung standing behind him, and Jeongguk’s hand is only a few inches away from Hoseok’s forehead.

Your boyfriend is subdued, there isn’t a single scratch on his body, but Taehyung is keeping him pinned with tremendous force through his telekinetic ability. Even so, the rogue Krypton seems to be expending a significant amount of concentration and energy in keeping your boyfriend on his knees.

Hoseok’s breathing is laboured, as if he were breathing in lungfuls of broken glass, and you can see the veins which are prominent in his neck as he struggles to lift his head to look at you. His cheeks are tearstained, lips mouthing words that you cannot hear. Every movement is pure agony and torture for him as he groans, a low, mournful sound as he struggles against his invisible bonds. As Hoseok continues to struggle, he is suddenly lifted into the air and slammed against the wall headfirst, causing the entire structure to collapse as he falls boneless to the ground in a crumpled, defeated heap.

“I thought I’d do you a favour and allow the two of you to see each other in your last dying moments,” Jeongguk shrugs as he beckons you over with his free hand. “Come over here, little one. I won’t bite. At least not for now.”

There is nothing more devastating than witnessing a superhero experience defeat. But even worse still is watching your superhero, the one who’d never failed to be your saving grace and source of strength and comfort, tossed aside like a ragdoll. That image of Hoseok on his knees, head bowed in helplessness is forever burned into your irises as you watch him struggle to his feet, only to be slammed face first into the ground.

A guttural scream rips from your throat, and you don’t even realise that it had come from you if not for the searing pain that tears into your larynx as you lunge at Jeongguk. But you are caught in mid-air and flung aside just as easily. Never in your life have you felt more helpless than this very moment as the wind is knocked out of you and you crumple like a piece of paper tossed into a raging inferno.

“Enough playing around. Taehyung, get that freak on his knees and make him stay there. It’s time to end it for good,” Jeongguk grabs you by the collar and shoves you aside. As Somin lunges for his throat, he deflects her easily with a swift knee to her stomach. “And put these two worthless little rats in their place while you’re at it.”

Hoseok is forced up onto his knees, an invisible force around his neck cutting off his air supply as he struggles in vain. Then, you and Somin are forced to your knees as well, prostrate against the ground with your forehead against the cold floor.

“_____,” Somin chokes out your name in a bare whisper. “Y-you have to do it.”

“I can’t,” your breath is a raspy, broken sound that you don’t even recognise. You are rooted to the spot by more than just physical pain and Taehyung’s might; you are paralysed by the inaction that has plagued you for your entire life, frozen by the belief that you are helpless to save yourself when it really counts. “H-hoseok…”

“-can’t save us right now.” Somin closes her eyes as she struggles to control her panic laden breathing, whimpering as her arm bends in an unnatural direction with her being forced to put her weight on it. “A-aim for Taehyung.”

You suddenly recall the look of immense concentration on Taehyung’s face as he struggled to subdue Hoseok. With the added effort of keeping you and Somin in place, it shouldn’t take much just to tip the scales in your favour and break his concentration, allowing Hoseok just that split second he needs to make contact with Taehyung, and then-

If it’s not you, then who?

Little by little, inch by inch, you push your arms below your body to support your weight even as you can see the deathly glow of Jeongguk’s cerulean eyes refract throughout the room as he concentrates his efforts on Hoseok. The two rogue Kryptons are now occupied, and this is your chance.

It’s up to you to save your superhero.

Taking a deep breath, you gather every single ounce of energy that’s left in your broken and bruised body. With an inhumane strength, and the image of Hoseok’s tearstained cheeks urging you on, you push yourself to your knees, lunging for Taehyung’s torso with your eyes tightly screwed shut even as your muscles strain against his immense power. For a moment, it feels as if you are suspended in midair, caught in a moment of suspense, but you push forward with all your might.

And it works- Taehyung is distracted, and his concentration breaks for a second as you slam into him, causing him to topple into Hoseok, and that’s all it takes.

The moment Hoseok’s hands come into contact with Taehyung, Jeongguk is sent flying, smashing into the concrete wall behind him with a surprised groan. Taehyung crashes through the window in a similar manner, and Hoseok is left struggling to his feet, panting harshly with his sweat soaked hair limp on his forehead.

With a swift gesture, Jeongguk floats into the air, his hands coming to clutch at his throat desperately as he struggles for air. Hoseok tosses him out the window, plummeting to his death after Taehyung, and then he slumps to the ground, closing his eyes for a brief moment in silent victory.

You can feel him lift you gently and levitate you into his arms. Back in his embrace, your bruised and battered body feels renewed.

“A-are you okay?” His voice is merely above a whisper, but you understand him just fine.

“I’m okay, but Somin-“

“I’m- fine too, just this stupid arm,” she says as she cradles it close to her chest, giving you a look of awe. “That was fucking amazing, ______.”

When you glance over at Hoseok, a similar look is reflected upon his own face. A smile spreads slowly across his lips, as dazzling and illuminating as the sun that creeps into the twilight dawn. He beams at you, and his radiance equals the sun itself as it strikes a chord of joy in your heart.

“Maybe you can be my hero now.”

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makknays · 6 years

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missed you.

requested.

genre: romance uhhh fluff????

word count: 2k

a/n: i heckin love jimin with everything i am ,, no one ever hurt my precious baby

Hiii. I really love your writing style and i think you can pull this off. Can i please request a jimin scenario based on their song just on day wherein he spends a perfect day with a female stranger but then they lost contact but after a year of desperation to find the reader, he finds her once again. Fluff ending please. Thank you so much💙❤💙❤

It was a cold winter’s morning, about 4am, anyone who was at this hour must have be crazy but here you were. Nothing in particular was keeping you up, you’d written all your essays and assignments, you had been on top of your game recently, but for whatever reason you couldn’t fall asleep. Nothing would help you sleep either, music, white noise, none of it, so you gave up eventually. You decided to make yourself some warm tea and wrap up to walk the cold streets of Seoul.

Seoul had always been beautiful at night, ever since you moved here you admired the lights and the view when it was so late at night, or early the next day. You wandered around aimlessly, you really had no reason to be out this late but it was better than not being able to fall asleep at home. There was a bench that looked out onto the Han river, so you walked towards it and decided to take a seat on it. At the same time a stranger had decided he wanted to sit down there, which resulted in an awkward mess. “I’m sorry, you take the seat.” he said, you could make out his face since it was so dark, but based on his voice you imagined he’d be quite sweet and cute. “No, sorry, I don’t even know what I’m doing out here, you take the seat.” “Why don’t we both sit?” “Umm, sure, I’m ___, by the way.” “Jimin.” “So Jimin, what are you doing out so late?” you asked as he took a seat beside you. “Tryna get away from idol life. I like this time of day, everything’s quiet and serene. What about you?” “Oh, you’re that Jimin,” you chuckled, not believing you forgot that there was a famous Jimin, “but yeah, I couldn’t sleep so I decided to take a walk. I agree that this time of day is truly something else.” “Yeah, I’m that Jimin. I’m surprised it took you a moment, not to sound big headed or anything.” he laughed. “Oh no, don’t worry, you’re a big deal but it just slipped out my mind; you’re just a normal guy, no big deal.” “I like the way you think.” he joked.

“Seems like being an idol is tougher than it looks.” “You wouldn’t even know, I can barely go out without people recognising me, there’s no personal space, I can’t date without my so called fans disapproving, there’s way more but I don’t wanna bore you with a list.” “Okay, how about we do everything you can’t do normally today?” you suggested. “We just met…” “But there’s clearly a lot you’d rather be doing than being disapproved of.” “Fine.” he chuckled. “What have you always wanted to do?” you asked him. “To be honest, I just wanna chill, maybe catch a movie, just live as a normal person for today. I don’t wanna tick anything off a list.” “Okay let’s catch a movie later, it’s about 5am right now, so nothing’s open. What do you want to do until something is open?” “Let’s go for a walk. I never go for walks with other people, you can be the first.”

“So, ___, what do you do?” Jimin asked as the two of you strolled the quiet streets. “I’m a student, but I work in a cafe too.” “I can imagine that, is it fun? Working in a cafe?” “For the most part. Every now and then there’s a customer that’ll keep complaining but y’know, whatever.” “Better than being stalked.” “You’re not wrong there.” “Anyway, tell me some more about yourself, I wanna get to know you a little.” “Well, there’s not much to me.” “Don’t lie to me, you’re out and about at 4am, there’s gotta be something interesting.” he joked. “Well, I dunno, I’m really simple. I like looking at pretty scenes, which is why I came out tonight, I travel up and down the country just to look at the view, to be honest.” “See! That’s interesting!” “Yeah, but I don’t have enough money to be doing that.” you laughed. “Don’t worry about that, just live in the moment!” The two of you continued walking and talking until it was around 7am; you were both quite tired but decided to go to the cinema to catch a film, like Jimin wanted to.

“Well, we’re here.” “Yep, what do you wanna see?” you asked him. “Let’s just watch anything, it doesn’t matter to me. You pick.” “Okay, let’s get popcorn too.” “That’ll be our breakfast.” he said and you nodded as if it was completely normal. “C’mon, let’s go.” you smiled as you grabbed his hand and led him into the theatre. You didn’t even think about the fact that you had grabbed his hand when you did it but for the next year you kept thinking about that moment. “Let’s sit here.” Jimin told you. “At the top? I’ve never had the privilege, there’s always people here.” “It’s 7am, who would even be here at this time?” “I forgot, okay?” Not even twenty minutes into the film, all the popcorn was gone and the two of you had fallen asleep. Your head was softly resting on his shoulder while his was leaning on the seat. One and a half hours later Jimin woke up, seeing that you had fallen asleep on him. “Cute. She’s cute.” he chuckled, he secretly took a picture of you to remember this moment. About ten minutes later you woke up, “Morning.” Jimin said when you lifted your head. “Oh, we’re still here?” “Yeah, the movie’s about to finish though.” “How sad, but let’s go.” you smiled. “Where could we possibly go? It’s almost 9am now, papz will see me.” “Let’s go back to mine then, cover your face and I’ll get a taxi.” “You’re inviting a stranger back to your house?” “You’re not really much of a stranger anymore, are you?” “Okay but I’m gonna have to cover everything.” “Then do that!” you laughed as you watched him put his cap, face mask, scarf, etc on his body in order to disguise himself.

“You guys cold?” the taxi driver joked when he saw the state of Jimin. “Yes, it’s chilly today.” you replied. “What were you kids doing out so early?” “We wanted to catch an early film.” you smiled. “Ah, young love is really something else.” “Oh, we’re not in love.” you laughed. “Oh, my apologies I just assumed.” “Don’t worry about it.”

“Here is my home. Nothing extravagant.” you said as you opened the door to your apartment, it was a bit of a mess but tidy enough. “It’s nice. You live on your own?” “Yep, my neighbour’s cat visits sometimes.” “I hope he visits today then.” “What do you wanna do then?” “Let’s make breakfast.” “Do you like pancakes?” “I love them.” “You have to try mine then, they’re the best.” “I think I’ll be the judge of that.” You finished creating your pancakes with Jimin and placed two plates down on your coffee table; you never bothered to get a dinner table since you lived alone. “Let’s see how good these are.” Jimin laughed as he plopped down on the sofa beside you. “You’ll love them, everyone does.” He dug into the pancakes and his eyes immediately opened wide. “These are amazing!” “I told you!” “Damn, I gotta get more of this. My friends would be so jealous.” “I can make some for you to take with you if you want.” you offered. “Really? You’d do that?” “Sure! I’ll do it now!” The rest of the time that Jimin was at your home was spent being rather lazy; you started watching a series together but he had to leave at 4pm.

“It’s a shame that I have to go but yeah, I have stuff to do back home.” Jimin told you. “Don’t worry about it! We’re both adults with stuff to do.” you joked as you opened the door for him. “Well, yeah I’ll be on my way then!” Jimin walked out of your door and towards his home, where all his members were waiting for him.

“Where in the hell were you, Park Jimin?” Taehyung teased as he walked through the door of the dorm. “I was with this amazing girl all night, we just talked and talked and we went to the cinema and back to her place and just hung out. It was perfect.” “Uh, you just bumped into her on the street at like 4AM?” Jungkook asked. “Well, yeah but you had to be me to know what it was like.” “So, what’s her name?” Taehyung curiously asked. “___. She’s so pretty and really smart an- OH MY GOD! I didn’t get her number or anything!” “You said you were at her place?” Jungkook told him. “I don’t remember where it is, I kinda was tryna hide myself from anyone who might see me.” “Oh, Jimin. You’ll find her one day.” “You don’t understand, Tae, she was like the perfect girl for me.” he groaned.

“Yeah, I spoke to this guy all night and we hung out, it was really fun.” you told your best friend over the phone. “What was his name?” “It was Jimin.” “Park Jimin? BTS Jimin?” “Girl, keep dreaming. It was just a regular Jimin.” you weren’t completely lying, you had met Jimin but he wasn’t superglamourous idol Jimin, he was down to earth sweetie Jimin. “Oh, did you get his number?” “Fuck. No.” “He knows where you live, right?” “I’m not sure. I kinda just took him here. Dude, how am I ever gonna find him again?” “Maybe you’ll bump into each other at 4AM again.” she teased.

Almost a year had past and both you and Jimin hadn’t stopped thinking about each other; every night you thought about the day you spent together and it put you at ease, even if you never bumped into each other again. That night was such a sweet memory.

“___, you’ve gotta get back out there! I mean it’s been like a year since you met that Jimin kid!” “You’re right but he was so perfect.” “___, you’re gonna hurt yourself if you don’t listen to me. It’s been a year and you haven’t managed to bump into him.” “Maybe he got busy.” “___. Let me at least try to talk some sense into you. You’ll meet loads of people who seem like the perfect guy; they’ll have everything you’ve ever looked for but there’ll be something that is a sign that you shouldn’t wait around or get involved with them. Him not coming back should be that sign.” “You’re right but he was so nice.” “___. Just do it for yourself.”

“Are you still thinking about that girl?” Namjoon asked Jimin. “Yeah, I just can’t forget her.” “I mean, maybe you should try to find her? You met at 4AM, right? Try going to that spot again, maybe she’ll be there?” “I’ve tried that. She wasn’t there.” “Try again. I mean, last time you left that late was months ago, so maybe she’ll be there this time. Stay strong.”

Once again, it was a cold winter’s morning. 4am to be specific. You sat on that same bench that you met Jimin and took in the beauty of Seoul at 4am. You weren’t expecting Jimin to appear; he hadn’t done so for the past week so you really started considering moving on; it would be better for you, right? “Is this space free?” “Uh, I guess.” you replied, not looking at the person as you were lost in your thoughts. “___?” “Huh? Oh my God, Jimin?” “It’s me!” he laughed as you pulled him into your arms. “You don’t understand how much I’ve wanted to see you.” he told you. “Me too.” “I couldn’t believe myself when I forgot to get your number. I was just so comfortable around you, it felt so normal.” “I know what you mean. How about a part two to that? Except this time I give you my number.”

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keiraknighted · 6 years

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I’ll Keep Finding You

Summary: When interdimensional travel goes wrong, Clarke must travel between worlds to get Bellamy back.

AO3 // ff.net

PART ONE: SPLINTER

It’s the perfect night to get drunk, really, in Clarke’s expert opinion. She’s finished all her exams, Raven and Monty are a few tests away from completing their new invention, she’s single and she’s got her four best friends around her. Plus, Bellamy’s leaving tomorrow and she’s doing her best to forget it.

“Okay, so you’re telling me, you just put this Firebird thing around your neck and you can transport into the body of yourself in any other parallel universe?” Octavia slurs from her spot on the floor. Raven and Monty started an impromptu presentation about their joint project about half an hour ago, and despite their drunkenness, it’s actually been quite cohesive.

Jasper and Harper left an hour ago, narrowly missing this lecture. Clarke kind of envies them.

“Exactly,” Monty grins. “Unless you’re dead in that universe. Or don’t exist.”

“Wait so, just because you’re dead in one universe, doesn’t mean you’re dead everywhere?” Octavia sits up.

“Uh, theoretically,” Monty says nervously. Clarke catches Bellamy’s eye. It’s not hard to guess where Octavia’s mind has leapt to. It’s been a year since Lincoln’s death, but they all know how hard Octavia still feels it.

“I want to try it,” Octavia demands.

“Hold your horses, it’s not done yet,” Raven says. “We’re not entirely sure it’s safe to use.”

“There’s still a possibility there’s a risk of uh, splintering,” Monty agrees.

“Splintering? What’s splintering?” Clarke asks. She’s heard her housemates go off on many a tangent about the Firebird over the last four years, but she’s never heard either of them mention splintering before.

“It’s when your soul gets split into pieces and scattered over multiple different universes,” Raven shrugs, like it’s no big deal.

“Fuck no,” Octavia grimaces, taking a sip of her beer before lying back on the ground. Clarke is surprised it was that easy to dissuade her. The five of them fall into an easy silence as they all take a sip from their respective drinks.

“Guys,” Bellamy says. “As much fun as I’m having, I think I need to go to bed. I’ve got a long day tomorrow.”

Clarke’s stomach clenches. She’d almost forgotten about him moving to the other side of the country for a moment there, but with one simple statement, reality comes crashing down. He’s going. She’s not going to wake up to him singing badly while he cooks breakfast. She’s not going to snuggle into his side and watch movies after a long day of classes. They aren’t going to babysit the girl next door together, and tell her mom they gave her vegetables when really, they gave her pizza.

“No,” she says, trying not to sound like a whiny three-year-old. “Don’t go to bed yet.” Morning will come quicker if they go to sleep. Bellamy tilts his head, gives her a sad smile.

“I’ll see you in the morning,” he says. He gets up, and Clarke feels her throat constrict. She wants to cry, but she swallows, managing to keep the tears at bay.

The other give him a chorus of goodnights, and he makes his way to his room.

“Can I crash here tonight?” Octavia asks. “I’m too drunk slash exhausted to go home.”

“Yeah,” Clarke says, standing up. “Here, have the couch. I think I’m going to hit the hay too.” She’s feeling too bummed out to continue drinking with the others anyway, she’ll only bring them down. She hands Raven her half-finished drink and pads down the hall to her bedroom, not bothering to get changed or brush her teeth before collapsing onto her bed. Once her face is buried in her pillow, she lets her tears fall.

She’s not lying there long when her door is pushed open and a stream of light lands on her face. She quickly wipes her tears on the back of her hand. The door closes, and Raven lies down on the bed next to her, spooning her. Clarke can’t stop herself from crying again.

“Why does he have to go?” she whispers.

“I don’t know, Clarke,” Raven says. “Maybe you should ask him that.”

“I can’t,” Clarke says. “He has to think I’m happy for him.”

The girls fall silent for a moment before Raven speaks again.

“You know, he’d stay if you asked him to,” she says softly. Clarke has no idea if Raven is right, but she knows she couldn’t possibly ask him to do that. Whatever it is Bellamy wants, whatever he’s looking for, it’s his life, and he has to make his own decisions, no matter how much Clarke would like to change his mind.

Bellamy comes crashing into her room at 6am, waking her from her slumber. Raven must have disappeared some time during the night, because Clarke finds herself in bed alone.

“Clarke,” he says, sounding tense and on edge. Clarke sits up groggily.

“What is it?” she asks.

“Did Octavia go home last night?”

“She slept on the couch,” Clarke tells him.

“Shit,” he says, rubbing his hand down his face. “Shit. She’s not here.”

“She’s not here?”

“I think she took the Firebird,” Bellamy says, panicking. “I have to go after her.”

Clarke is really awake now.

“Okay, slow down,” she says, getting out of bed. “You don’t know that. She doesn’t know how to use it. Maybe she just went for an early morning run.”

Bellamy nods, but Clarke can tell he doesn’t quite believe it.

“Let’s go and check if both the Firebirds are still there.”

The two of them hurry to Raven and Monty’s lab, also known as the basement, and Clarke pulls open the cabinet where the Firebirds are kept. The cabinet that is usually locked, but now easily swings open. Her stomach drops. This is not a good sign.

Sure enough, there is only one Firebird hanging in the cabinet, the little metal ball mocking her, glinting where it hangs on a silver chain. She stares into the cabinet.

“Well?” Bellamy prompts.

“It’s gone,” Clarke confirms.

“Shit,” Bellamy groans. “What if she got splintered? Give me the other one, I have to go and get her!”

“Just chill out,” Clarke says. “We need to speak to Raven.”

Just as she says the words, Raven appears at the bottom of the stairs. Monty is just behind her.

“Speak to me about what? What are you guys doing down here?” Raven frowns. “And why is that cabinet open?”

“Octavia’s gone,” Bellamy says. “She took the Firebird.”

“What?”

“It’s true,” Clarke confirms.

“Oh no,” Monty groans. “This is bad. This is very very bad.”

“Has she been splintered?” Bellamy asks anxiously. “Is there any way to get her back?”

“We won’t be able to tell if she’s been splintered until we find her,” Raven says, ever the level headed one. “Luckily, Monty and I installed a tracking mode on each of the Firebirds, so they can find each other.”

“So I can go after her,” Bellamy says.

“Bellamy,” Clarke warns him. He can’t just go flying off into another universe. Who knows what might happen to him?

“Clarke, I have to go after my sister. If anything happens to her…”

“You can go after her,” Raven says. “Just let us make sure it really is safe to use. If she is splintered, a little extra time isn’t going to matter. And if she’s not, maybe she’ll come back on her own.”

Bellamy looks pained. He’s tense all over, and Clarke can tell it’s taking all his self-control not to just grab the Firebird and go racing after Octavia. But he nods, and Clarke breathes a sigh of relief.

“Okay,” Raven nods at him. “It should only take a couple of hours.”

She ushers Clarke and Bellamy back upstairs, claiming their presence will be a distraction.

“You okay?” Clarke asks Bellamy.

“I’ll be better once we’ve found Octavia,” he says. “I need some air.”

Clarke nods and lets him go, heading towards her room. She’s still in last nights clothes and she feels like she’s starting to smell. She barely makes it two steps into her room before Raven is calling her, panicked.

Clarke runs back towards the basement, Raven meeting her at the top of the stairs.

“Where’s Bellamy?” she asks urgently, grabbing Clarke by the shoulders.

“He just went outside,” Clarke says. “Why?”

“He took the fucking Firebird.”

“Fuck.”

“Why are those Blakes so fucking reckless?” Raven groans.

“What can we do?”

“We can’t do anything.”

“What do you mean we can’t do anything?”

“We only made two Firebirds. It would take us weeks to build another one, maybe longer. We just have to wait and hope one of them comes back,” Raven says.

“Wait?” Clarke repeats incredulously. “No. Start building.”

“Clarke,” Raven starts, exasperated.

“What if neither of them comes back, Raven? What then?” Clarke presses. Raven chews her lip. “Please,” Clarke begs.

“Fine,” Raven agrees. She heads back downstairs, while Clarke makes her way to the front yard. Just in case Bellamy hasn’t gone. Maybe he’s reconsidered.

She finds the yard empty though.

“Bellamy!” she calls, the wind catching her voice. No response. She feels sick to her stomach. What if he never comes back?

“Clarke?” a voice says, and Clarke looks to her right to see the girl next door poking her head over the fence.

“Hey, Madi,” Clarke says. “Have you seen Bellamy?”

“No, sorry,” the girl shakes her head. “Isn’t he leaving today?”

“Yeah,” Clarke says, a lump forming in her throat.

“You gonna tell him you’re in love with him?”

“I’m not in love with him.”

“Whatever you say, Clarke.”

Raven and Monty work tirelessly all day, and halfway through the night. Clarke wants to tell them not to stop. But then she sees their tired, worried faces, and she realises they’re doing the best they can. She pulls each of them into a hug before they head to their separate rooms to crash.

Clarke lies awake for hours, finally drifting off around 5am, only to be woken three hours later by someone shaking her awake.

“Bellamy?” she asks groggily. Light filters in through the gaps in the blind. Clarke blinks, trying to get her eyes to adjust.

“Close. It’s Octavia.”

Clarke sits bolt upright. “Octavia?”

“I just wanted to let you know I’m back. I went to Bell’s room but he’s not there.”

Clarke wants to strangle her. “That’s because he went after you!” Clarke snaps. “Didn’t he find you?”

Octavia shakes her head slowly. “He came after me?”

“Of course he did! What did you think he was going to do?”

Octavia shrugs. “Maybe he’ll come back when he realises I’m not there.”

Maybe, Clarke thinks. Or maybe he’s been splintered and can’t come back. Or maybe he likes it better in some other universe and doesn’t want to come back.

“I just wanted to see Lincoln one last time,” Octavia whispers. “Just once.”

Clarke softens, noticing for the first time Octavia’s red eyes and blotchy face. She’s obviously been crying. “I know,” Clarke says. “Give me the Firebird and go and get some rest.”

Octavia hands the necklace over, and makes for the door. She turns back. “Good luck,” she says, shutting the door on her way out.

Clarke looks at the silver ball, turning it over in her hand. It looks just like an ordinary necklace, the tiny buttons glittering like little white jewels. Each is labelled in tiny print. Finding the button that says TRACK, Clarke puts the chain around her neck and presses the button.

She lurches forward, her head spinning. She swallows, straightening, the momentary dizziness fading.

“Clarke? Are you okay?” someone asks. It’s Raven. Not her Raven, of course. This universe’s Raven. Only, as Clarke begins to get her bearings, she realises this universe can’t be too different to her own. She’s standing in a hallway at her university, the one she attends back in her own universe. Sunlight streams through the glass roof. Clarke has always loved the openness of the buildings on campus.

“I’m fine,” Clarke says. “What were you saying?”

“I was saying since we’ll both be done with exams today, we should invite some people over for drinks tonight,” Raven says.

“Yeah, sounds good,” Clarke agrees. “Um, what time is my exam again?”

Raven looks at her strangely. “10am. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Positive,” Clarke says. She looks down at her watch. Her father’s watch. So he’s still dead in this timeline. It doesn’t matter, she reminds herself, you’re here for Bellamy. The time reads 8:03am. She still has a couple of hours before the exam. If she can find Bellamy and get out of here by then, the real Clarke of this universe can do the exam, and she can return to her own body.

“Hey, I need to talk to Bellamy,” Clarke says to Raven. “Do you know where he is?”

“Bellamy Blake?” Raven says incredulously. “What do you need to talk to him for?”

The way she says it makes Clarke’s stomach clench. Is it strange for her to want to talk to Bellamy? Are they not friends in this universe? How can she explain to this Raven why she wants to talk to Bellamy when she has no idea what the relationship between this Clarke and this Bellamy is?

She has a thought then. Perhaps this Raven is also building an interdimensional travel device.

“Raven,” Clarke says. “What is it that you and Monty are working on together again?”

“The Firebird?”

“Yes! The Firebird!” Clarke says gleefully. “It lets you travel between universes, right?”

“Do you ever listen to anything I say? It’s time travel,” Raven huffs. Clarke sighs in disappointment. “And it’s nowhere near being done.”

“Do you know where Bellamy is or not?”

“Probably in the library, where he works,” Raven says, as if Clarke should already know this. “But I still don’t know why—”

“I’ll explain later!” Clarke calls, already running off in the direction of the library. She won’t explain later, but it’s easier to say that than to try and explain now. Now to just hope the library is in the same spot in this universe as it is in her own.

Thankfully, the university layout appears to be identical in both universities, and Clarke finds the library easily. She stops in the doorway, her heart skittering when she sees Bellamy working the front desk. He’s smiling as he scans a few books for a student, chatting with the young freshman. She looks absolutely dazzled by him. Clarke smiles to herself.

Someone walks into her from behind and Clarke remembers why she’s there.

“Don’t stand in doorways,” the guy grumbles as he pushes past her and into the library.

“Sorry,” Clarke mutters. She walks towards the front desk and stands behind the freshman who’s trying to flirt with Bellamy.

“Okay, see you next time, Fox,” Bellamy winks, and the girl blushes as she takes her books and heads towards the exit. Clarke steps up to the counter and Bellamy’s face immediately turns into a scowl.

“Bellamy, it’s me,” she says. But she already knows this isn’t her Bellamy. Her Bellamy would never look at her with such disgust. She wonders what this Clarke could possibly have done to make him hate her so much.

“Princess Griffin,” Bellamy spits. “What do you want?”

The venom in his voice stings, even though she knows it’s not really him.

“Nothing,” she says. Perhaps the real Bellamy is already back home. She’s about to leave when she spots a glint of silver hanging around his neck. She reaches out and grabs it. The Firebird. She feels like she might be sick.

“Hey! What are you doing?”

She yanks the chain from around his neck, snapping it in two.

“What is that?” Bellamy asks in confusion.

“Never mind,” Clarke says softly. He’s been splintered. That’s the only explanation. She has to get back to Raven and Monty so they can tell her how to fix this, how to get him back. She gives him one last look before disappearing into the rows of books. She finds a secluded corner and studies the pendant around her neck until she finds a button that says HOME. This Clarke is going to be confused as hell in a few seconds. She presses the button.

She’s sitting on her bed, exactly as she was before she left, only now she has two Firebirds. The one around her neck, and the broken one she took from Bellamy. She throws back the covers and jumps out of bed.

“Raven! Monty!” she yells, hurrying out of her room.

“Clarke!” Monty calls back. He, Raven and Octavia rush upstairs from the basement, meeting her in the living room. “Octavia told us you went after Bellamy.”

“Everyone in this house needs to stop being so goddamn reckless,” Raven scolds, as if she’s never done anything reckless in her life.

“Did you find him?” Octavia asks.

“He’s been splintered,” Clarke holds out her hand, revealing the broken Firebird. Raven immediately snatches it from her hand. “Raven,” Clarke says. Her voice wobbles. She can’t cry. She has to remain level headed so she can get Bellamy back. “Tell me what I need to do.”

Raven sets up the Firebird for her, the working one. She fiddles around with the broken one for a few hours, getting as much information from it as she can.

“Okay,” Raven says, handing Clarke the working Firebird. They stand around the work table in the lab, Monty and Octavia watching on anxiously. “From what Monty and I could gather, he’s been split into five parts. That’s manageable. You already know where the first part is. All you have to do to collect the piece of Bellamy’s soul is press the Firebird against his skin, and squeeze. It will give him a slight shock, but the piece of our Bellamy will be stored in your Firebird.”

“How do I find the other four Bellamys?”

“I’ve already programmed in the coordinates for the other four universes. The Firebird may not work properly, but at least it still stores all the information like it’s supposed to,” Raven says. “All you need to do to go to the next one is press the go button.” She points to it on the Firebird. “But you can’t go backwards. You can only go to the next one, so make sure you’ve got him before you go.”

Clarke nods. Raven pulls her into a hug. “Good luck,” she whispers. Monty hugs Clarke next, and then Octavia, both wishing her luck.

“We’ll try and fix the broken one while you’re gone,” Monty says. Clarke nods and smiles, not trusting herself to actually speak. She holds her thumb over the go button. Taking a deep breath, she presses.

The dizziness hits her again, but at least this time she’s sitting down. She looks down in front of her. Fuck. The exam. She looks up at the clock. 10:51am. She’s still got an hour left, if her exams here run for the same time as her exams back home. She could just leave and go and find Bellamy, but as much as she’s desperate to have him back, she’s also not so heartless as to mess up her alternate self’s life by running out on her final exam. She’ll just have to do it.

Reading through the questions, she realises, somehow, that this exam is almost exactly the same as she’s already done, and the Clarke of this world has already completed half of them. She finishes the exam in record time and hands it in, hoping it’s good enough to pass. Now just to find Bellamy.

She heads back towards the library. It’s only been a few hours, he’ll probably still be working there. Halfway there, she’s startled by her jacket pocket vibrating and playing a song she’s never heard before. She stops, tentatively pulling a phone out of her pocket. Presumably hers.

Her stomach drops. Lexa’s face stares back at her, smiling. There’s a heart emoji after her name. Once upon a time there was a heart emoji next to Lexa’s face in Clarke’s own phone. Now her number isn’t even in there. Clarke drags her thumb across the screen and puts the phone to her ear.

“Hello?” she says.

“Hey, good, you’re done with your exam. I need you to come and help me study for mine,” Lexa says. No, how did your exam go? No, nice to hear your voice. No pleasantries at all. The real Lexa had been much the same.

“Okay,” Clarke says. “I just have to drop something off at the library and then I’ll be right there.”

Lexa ends the call without so much as a goodbye, and Clarke shoves the phone back into her pocket. She continues on to the library. Bellamy isn’t at the front desk anymore, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t here. She starts searching the aisles for him, and finds him re-shelving books about three rows in.

“Bellamy,” she says as she approaches. He looks up, frowning when he sees her.

“You again?” He goes back to putting books on shelves. “What do you want?”

“I need to show you something,” she says. He eyes her suspiciously.

“Why are you even talking to me?” Bellamy scowls. “Normally you don’t give me the time of day.”

Clarke winces. She gets the feeling she wouldn’t like this version of herself very much.

“Bellamy, can I ask you something?”

“You’re going to anyway.”

“Am I… a snob?” She braces herself for his answer. “Is that why you hate me?” He snorts in laughter.

“That’s putting it lightly. Remember how you wrote that article saying it isn’t fair that disadvantaged kids get given opportunities based on their background?”

Bellamy watches her for a second while she processes the information. “Also, you got my sister expelled because you helped her with an essay and then told her professor she plagiarised it from you. Ring any bells?”

Clarke sucks in a breath.

“Is that all you wanted?” Bellamy says bitterly.

Clarke shakes her head. “Give me your hand.” There isn’t anything she can do for this Clarke. She can only hope that one day she’ll wake up and realise that she’s a terrible person.

“My hand? No!” Bellamy says.

“Please, Bellamy,” she says desperately. And maybe it’s the piece of her own Bellamy in him, or maybe he’s just a good person, but concern flickers in his eyes.

“What’s going on, Clarke?”

“I wish I could tell you.”

She pulls the firebird from around her neck. His eyes flash in recognition.

“That’s the thing you took from me this morning. What is it?”

“A gateway to another dimension?”

“Fuck. You’re completely insane.”

“Probably.” She lunges for his hand, pressing the Firebird against it and squeezing. Bellamy yelps and pulls his hand away. Clarke glances at the Firebird. The crystals glow orange for a second before returning to their white colour. She has what she needs.

“What the hell was that?”

Clarke puts the Firebird around her neck.

“Bellamy, I’m so sorry for everything I’ve put you through,” she says. “In a few seconds I’m probably going to be very confused about what just happened here. But I know somewhere inside me there’s good. So please don’t give up on me yet.”

Bellamy opens his mouth to speak, a confused expression on his face. Clarke presses the go button before he can say anything, and then she’s hurtling through time and space and into a completely unknown dimension.

#bellarke fanfiction #bellarke #fanfiction #the 100 #my fanfiction #oops i forgot to add the read more before sorry guys

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geniuscloud · 7 years

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Bad Liar- Chapter Three

I kinda went a little long on this chapter so enjoy! ALSO PLEASE DON’T BE MAD. I don’t know how to collapse the story so it doesn’t show up as long. I apologize! If anyone knows, PLEASE TELL ME!! Please let me know what you guys think, or if you have anything to say at all. I love hearing feedback! Thank you to everyone who has been reading this series. It means a lot to me. Xx

Genre: Fluff, Angst, and a little suggestive.

Jaebum/JB (GOT7) X Orginal Character

Collage/University AU

Warrnings: May cause slight heart break, and rage towards characters.

May contain: Brief mentions of BTS members.

Groggily I moved my arm, swinging it around, trying to blindly feel for my phone which wouldn’t stop beeping. The new semester meant waking up at 6am every morning for a 7:30am class; though luckily my classes ended by noon. Every ‘day one’ my first class was at 11am, and classes only lasted until 3:15pm. The only problem, I’m not a morning person. I get grumpy and agitated really easily until about 9am, then I start to properly wake up and join society as a happy person.

I got up after about 10 minutes of pep talking myself, chanting things like “if you get up today, you can see that cute Barista Jimin before class” and “If you don’t try to attempt murder, you can let yourself get ice cream from the convenience store after class.” After that I jumped in the shower, got dressed in some comfortable clothes, and did a little bit of makeup. I made a deal with myself to start letting my skin have a break on the days that I have class early. No more early morning cake-face, because once you get to university you start to realize sleep is extremely important and no one actually cares how you look early in the morning because everyone is just trying to stay awake to get their money’s worth out of the classes.

Around 6:45 I was almost ready to leave to the coffee shop; slipping on my black doc boots, when I notice I was basically monochrome dressed. Black skinny jeans and a grey shirt. Maybe I should try adding some color to wardrobe like Amie? She always wears such cute and colorful clothes. Maybe I could get more attention from boys if I was always cute like her and… What am I saying? Oh God maybe I’m getting jealous of her? Ugh, stop it. I’m fine the way I am, but… Okay, maybe some color in my wardrobe wouldn’t hurt. It would be better than looking like I’m going to a funeral all the time. I switch out the black jacket for an army green one, hoping that maybe I would look a little more approachable.

I slipped my contacts in last minute, and then grabbed my stuff before locking up. I was lucky now because this semester I have more time in the morning to get to my class. Living a little far away from school meant I got up around 6am for my 8:30am class, so this time it was nice having about half an hour to walk the equivalence of 2 parking lots. I could stop by the coffee shop, chat up the cute guy Jimin, and then head to class without worrying.

The little bell over the door rang as I walked in, a big smile on my face when I saw Jimin. I had gotten to know him a little better once he started working here 3 semesters ago. His dad owned the local coffee shop on campus, and he worked here almost every morning before his classes. He, unlike myself, was a morning person and didn’t mind waking up at 5am to open the shop at 6am. I would rather bathe in boiling water.

“Good morning Jimin!”

“Good morning Micah, you’re here early?” He smiled brightly.

“I moved on campus so I’ll probably be here a little more often, and a lot earlier than usual.”

“That’s cool. I’m glad to see you not as rushed and panicky like last semester.”

“Don’t remind me. Anyways, can I just get a Caramel Latte?” I said, biting my lip while thinking.

“Are you going to drink the whole menu this year as well?”

“We’ll see… Oh can I get a bagel too?”

Jimin ended up giving me the bagel for free as a little gift for being a very frequent customer. He wrote my name on the cup before tucking his light brown hair out of the way, and then resting the marker behind his ear. I sat down at the bar stool beside Jimin’s station munching away on the bagel as we continued to talk. “There sure are quite a few customers in here already and it’s only ten minutes after seven…”

“Yup, we get some really interesting people here when we open and when we close. Like that guy in the right corner hiding under his duvet with his laptop? His name is Taehyung, his friends call him V. He’s been in here every morning for the past 2 weeks right when we open. Even before campus properly opened for classes. That’s his third cup of espresso in two hours, and if you watch closely… He only blinks every 20 to 30 seconds. Apparently, he’s retaking a class and is trying to prepare so he does well. I don’t think he’s slept in a few days. He keeps mumbling something about plants.”

“Maybe he’s doing something to do with plants?”

“He’s a visual art’s major…”

“Uh oh.”

“Yeah, I hope he’s okay though. He’s the reason I put emergency services on speed dial on the business phone,” Jimin laughed pointing to the phone by the register. I finished up my food before grabbing my bag and I was just about to head out the door when I heard Jimin call out, “Hey Micah, are you free this weekend?”

“Uh I think so?”

“Want to go see a movie or something?”

“Yeah, sure! Are you working tomorrow, I can give you my number then? I’ve got to go to class right now” I yelled.

“I’m always here, of course. If you show up, coffee is on me.”

“I’ll be there, bye Jimin!” I darted out the door and started rushing towards my class. I was a language major, my strongest second language being English. My first class on day two was advanced English language and grammar. Which I felt would be a little easier for me, but boy was I wrong. Who knew that American’s were so weird dropping the u in words like colour and neighbour? As well as having words that are spelt the same, but sound different? Live and live, read and read? What is this?! We also established partners for any class activities, which I went to my usual partner throughout the first few semesters we had together. Thank goodness Namjoon was in another one of my classes, because he was really good with English. Where he excelled, I didn’t… though where I excelled cough pronunciation cough he wasn’t AS great. I was better at pronouncing words, and talking without an extremely distinct accent.

After what felt like forever, my classes were finally over. All I wanted to do was go home and sleep but I guess the universe had a different plan because as soon as I got home Amie was hosting what looked like a party. Though it wasn’t any of her new friends, it was JB and the guys. Mark, Jackson, Jinyoung, Youngjae, Yugyeom, and BamBam. All 6 of JB’s close guy friends were in the living room packed around the built coffee table eating. It was a typical sight for me, just usually it took place at JB’s house. Youngjae was kicking everyone’s ass at video games like usual, while the others cheered him on. I saw Amie sat on the couch, pressed between JB and Yugyeom, with a bowl of chips in her hand.

“What the hell are you guys doing here?” I yelled over the TV. The game paused in an instant, all their eyes darting over to my position by the front door. No one had even noticed me coming in.

“Micah! You’re home, how are you?” Jackson smiled getting up from the floor and coming to give me a hug. He was the only one who really made an effort to come and greet me, which was a little unusual. Normally the guys were pretty excited to see me since I don’t get to see them often.

“I’m doing good. Class was boring… Amie how was your first day on campus?”

“It was fun. I went to that little café and got a coffee. The barista says he knows you!”

“Ah that’s Jimin, yeah he’s my friend. Oh by the way, we’re going to catch a movie this weekend. Do you want to come too?”

“Micah, that sounds like a date. Did you seriously just ask me to third wheel your date?” Amie smirked, raising her eyebrow.

“Micah has a date? With someone other than Jae…” Yugyeom announced before Jinyoung gave him a solid elbow to the ribs.

I rolled my eyes, “It’s not a date. Anyways, can you guys explain why you are all here?”

“You didn’t tell us you had a cute roommate who could cook!” BamBam, placing the controller down.

“I just got her yesterday, and I didn’t know she could cook.” “Well she’s great, you’re going to be seeing a lot of us if she’s here and making food. Try the pork buns!”

I sighed, walking over to the rest of the guys. I was going to sit down with them but with the 8 of them taking all the chairs and carpet space, it really didn’t seem like a welcoming environment. Amie shot me a small apologetic smile before answering the question in my head. “JB brought them over to surprise us. He said they are your friends too, and also thought it would nice to introduce them to me in the meantime.”

“It sure was a surprise…” I huffed. I threw my bag in my room, laying down on my bed for comfort. I just wanted sleep, or death at this point. This was starting to get a little annoying. I’m the kind of girl who likes a plan, and I don’t like drastic changes. When things don’t go the way as planned, I start to get agitated. My theoretical plan would be moving in with my childhood best friend, going to school, having this place as my relaxing safe space, and then JB’s place would be where I go for socializing. Now JB is here and brought the looney toon bunch with him…Plus my roommate is too much of a socializer to say no and turn them away.

“Micah? Are you coming back? Youngjae wants to verse you too!” Mark called from the doorway.

“I don’t have anywhere to sit” I exclaimed as I paced over to the group.

“Just sit on my lap, I don’t mind. I have strong thighs. Though I can stand if you want to sit down,” Jackson smiled sweetly. Some people would take that as a dirty suggestion, but Jackson was actually just a genuinely sweet guy.

“That’s not happening, Micah can sit here. I’ll stand…” JB interrupted, getting off the couch and moving to the side. I slid beside Amie, who still looked a little uncomfortable.

“So, what are we playing?”

“It’s a Grand Theft Auto death match,” Yugyeom replied passing BamBam’s controller over.

“Oh, you’re back playing this old game? I thought you guys would have been playing something new like Overwatch or something.”

“Hey why doesn’t Amie verse Micah?” JB asked. All the guys seemed to really like the idea of us playing.

“Okay, but just so you know I’m great at playing games” Amie replied, grabbing Youngjae’s remote.

“Getting cocky, are we? Care to make it a bet?”

“The winner gets something that belongs to the loser. Winner’s choice.”

“Deal.”

“I should warn you Micah, I never lose.”

“Neither do I” I smirked.

Saturday rolled around faster than I anticipated. Even though the guys said they would be over frequently, I hadn’t seen them since Monday. Which was a good break I guess… At least I was able to focus on school more, and I even got to hang out with Amie. We went shopping together a little bit, she got her nails done while I watched. We just had some free time to reconnect and get back on the same page as before. We both had changed a lot, but the chemistry was still there for the most part. She told me stories about living in the UK, and in Sweden. Apparently, she felt kind of lonely and awkward being part of the minority compared to when she’s home in Korea. The world has differently beauty standards, and here… She’s considered model gorgeous, like one of the most glamourous looking idols.

I woke up a little late on Saturday morning to the sounds of Amie making breakfast. She was busy trying to make crepes, but she dropped the pan before it made its way to the stove top. I ran in to check on her, reassuring myself that she was okay.

“What the hell happened?”

“I was holding my phone and the pan in one hand, and then it buzzed which startled me and I dropped the pan” she said, lifting the pan off the floor, “thank goodness there was no crepe batter in there yet.”

I picked up her phone off the floor, the screen lighting up with a message, “Who’s Jae emoji peach?”

“Oh, it’s JB. Get it Jaebum? Jae-bum. As in peach emoji, because it looks like a booty.”

“Yeah, I-uh… I get it. So, what’s going on with him?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you guys like…?”

“We’re just friends for now. He is going to come over soon though, he said since you’re busy maybe we could hang out and go for dinner” she smiled into her phone, “You’re okay with that right?”

“Yeah why wouldn’t I be? I have a date with Jimin anyways.”

“Thank you again for being super cool with all of this. I really like JB, and I think he likes me too. I hope you don’t feel awkward about this…”

“Me? Awkward? Psssh. We’re history, done, the past is the past. I have absolutely no romantic feelings for him whatsoever.” Amie put a crepe on my plate, decorated with strawberries and crème. I instantly shoved it in my face, trying to keep myself from talking because this could go really bad, really fast.

“Hey do you want help getting ready for your date with Jimin? I obviously love doing makeup and hair for other people. I could help with an outfit too?” Amie suggested.

“Oh, I don’t want to burden you…”

“It’s not a problem at all. I mean I saw Jimin, that guy is the most aesthetically pleasing guy I’ve seen in a very long time. He’s super attractive and would look really cute with you. You should doll it up a little an impress him.”

“If you want to… Please don’t make me look too uncomfortable though. I still want to look like me” I begged.

At first, she tried to dress me like her. A white crop top with a floral skater skirt, and sandals. Which was a huge “nope” in my books. We argued a little bit over my outfit, and then she finally went to MY closet to look for clothes. We settled on a black tank top, light high-waisted shorts, and my army green jacket. Once the clothes were settled she finally submitted to making me, still look like me. The makeup was neutral colored, and she added more body into my hair.

“Now you have that more intense beach wave look. It suits you, and it’s cute” she smiled, letting me finally look at myself. I’m not going to lie, I was feeling pretty damn confident in myself right now. The best part was that I still looked like me, just a little cuter. “You’re a work of art, now hurry up Jimin is going to be here in a little bit. JB should be here in a few minutes as well.”

I texted Jimin, letting him know I was ready. He replied that he was almost at the campus, and that he’ll be here soon. A knock at the door brought me to my feet, rushing to the door with excitement. I was really hoping for a good reaction from Jimin, since he usually sees me sleep deprived and not at my best. “Hey Jimi… Oh it’s you.” “Well nice to see you too ‘Best Friend” JB mocked, giving me a slight hug while entering.

“Sorry I’m just waiting for Jimin and he said he’d be here soon so I assumed it was him.”

“Wow, I’m hurt. You’re not even excited to see me anymore. What have I done to deserve this kind of treatment?”

“You keep coming over uninvited?”

“That’s not the point,” he laughed. He gave me a quick scan before returning his eyes back to mine, “You look good. Trying to impress a guy I assume?”

“Well now that I’m back in the dating game, I guess I better put some effort into it.”

“Admit it, I ruined you” Jaebum laughed, shaking his head side to side in a joking matter.

“You completely destroyed me, I’ll never be the same now” I rolled my eyes, cracking a huge smile.

“Seriously though Micah, you look good. I’m happy for you.” I felt a blush creep over my cheeks before adverting my eyes to the front door as the knocking sound protruded from it.

“Well I better go, I’ll see you later. Have fun with Amie, not too much fun though!”

“Same with you!” He called after me, as I closed the door behind him. He only caught a glimpse of Jimin’s face, the two of them sending each other a small smile.

Jimin was a kind guy, and was super sweet. You could tell by his little actions that he was super careful with every move, and he was also very caring and adorable. We saw a puppy running around in the parking lot after it escape from its owner, and oh my Lord, I’ve never seen a man act cuter with a puppy before. It made me want to plant a huge kiss on his plump lips, and squeeze him to death. Jimin was so kind to every person we met, making sure to say thank you and respectfully greet the people we came in contact with.

I got to know the little details about him and his life. His family had been running the little coffee shop his grandmother opened, on the side of their everyday jobs. Jimin had offered to basically take over as manager for the mornings because of his classes, and the pay was really good because of number of “hangry” students that stopped by. The most interesting thing I had learned about him was that he was actually a contemporary dancer, and could sing as well. Though he was too shy to sing in public, and promised to sing for me another time.

The date as a whole was really good, I enjoyed myself. Though there was a tiny piece of me who also couldn’t deny that we didn’t really have the relationship chemistry. He was an amazing guy, and he was really attractive, but we were also, really different. He was a morning person who cared so much about other, and was this bubbly ray of sunshine. Myself on the other hand, was a night owl who would cause murder if I was awoken too early for my own liking. I also had the tendency to be a little bit of a moody person and sometimes I can act like a total jerk. That was kind of the reason JB and I worked well together. We were always watching out for each other when our personalities were at their worst. We also understood how each other felt because we both know how it feels.

Maybe I wasn’t acting being sarcastic when I said JB ruined me, because there was a little bit of truth to that. I was always kind of comparing guys to JB. I realize now that maybe I just need to talk to JB about it. We never really had a proper conversation after the break up. We just instantly went back to friends, and just swept the feelings under the rug. Maybe it was time that we talk about things, especially if the two of us feel it’s time to properly start moving on. I couldn’t do that to Jimin anyways. That’s the worst thing I could probably do; starting a relationship with him before I even properly figure out my feelings for my best friend.

Jimin dropped me off at my dorm, which was still empty at the time. I invited him in for a little bit to thank him for taking me out and share some of the cake we bought from the bakery before we arrived. In the end, the evening was really nice. I had fun, and promised that we’d hang out a little more… as friends. I gave him a big hug before saying goodbye. It hadn’t been more than a minute or two when I noticed he had left his headphone on the counter. I grabbed them, slipping on my shoes and swung open the door. As soon as I lifted my head I was stunned to see two bodies in front of me. JB and Amie, planting a deep kiss on each other.

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taylorowelch · 7 years

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8/24 - 8/4 Mile 2461.5 - Mile 2660 - 198.5 miles

I slept until about 9, which felt heavenly. The bunkhouse was fresh with cold morning air. Jerry, the trail angel who runs Hiker Haven, drove all the hikers into town to have breakfast. We sat around a big round table at the inn and I ate a giant plate of scrambled eggs with a warm homemade biscuit. I was so content. One of Jerry’s friends, Bill, walked in as we were eating and had breakfast with us, eventually offering to let Dustin and I use his washing machine, since Jerry’s wasn’t working. The town of Skykomish is about 200 people. The high school, middle school and elementary school are all contained in one building. The girl who gave us a ride to town yesterday told us that she graduated from that high school and that there were six people in her graduating class. When we told Jerry this he said, “Oh, wow, that was a big one.” When we finished breakfast Jerry dropped Dustin and I at Bill’s. We did our laundry and made phone calls and googled things for a few hours. I sat by the Skykomish river and talked on the phone, watching the light catch on the water, watching tiny birds flit from one bank to the other. When our laundry was done, Bill drove us back to Hiker Haven where we watched movies, ate copious amounts of gas station microwaveable food and basked in our cleanliness. The next day all the hikers got ready to leave. We got to town, ate breakfast and did phone chores, scrolling and scrolling in service land. Supposedly there’s no service until Manning Park, in Canada, 188 miles away. I ordered shoes and a new tent since my zipper broke. We got a ride back to the trailhead at Stevens Pass and scrolled some more, trying to squeeze every last google out of the internet. We hiked out around 2:30, later than we had planned but it was nice to have a relaxing day. This last section of trail into Canada is tough, notoriously so. We hiked a difficult 10 miles to camp, our feet aching after the short day. We pitched our tents next to a lake, cooked dinner and went to bed. My alarm went off at 5:30 and I ignored it stubbornly. I was up by six and walking around 7:15, later than I would have liked. The day involved lots of climbing and descending, over and over again. The terrain was tough, roots and rocks nestled in ditches where water had eroded the trail into little canyons, barely wide enough to put both of my feet inside side by side. It was painstaking work. My pack heavy with five days of food didn’t help. Huckleberries grew dense along the sides of the sunken trail. When I felt discouraged or tired I stuffed my face with a handful. We took more breaks than usual, stopping for water every five-or-so miles just to take our packs off, sit down, and drink a liter of water. We ate lunch at a beautiful lake that sat low in a basin of gray boulders. The water was a stunning blue, bright and deep at the same time. After I ate a tortilla with cheese and hot sauce for lunch we plowed on, climbing and descending for twelve more miles to camp. We only hiked 21 miles but it was arduous work. We finally got to camp at 7, in a little saddle at the top of a climb. I cooked spicy pasta shells and set up my tent while they soaked in boiling water to finish cooking. I ate them gleefully and chatted with a Swiss couple camped in the same spot. The setting sun cast these beautiful rays over everything, like it had spun the light with gold and laid it out over mountains and tall spruces and firs and patches of dirt. My alarm went off at 5am. I sleepily ate my breakfast and left camp at 6:15. The morning was dangerously warm and the rest of the day followed suit. There was a lot of climbing today, steep inclines leading to breezy passes. The trail was rough, rooty and rocky and carved out of the earth like yesterday. Sweat ran down my face, dirt gathered on the insides of my elbows, stuck to the sweat on my legs. We stopped for lunch at a creek and I hid in a patch of shade. A couple hiked up to me while I was eating. “Is that real food?” a middle-aged lady asked. “If you count cheese and cheetos and taco bell hot sauce in a tortilla as real food?” I mumbled back at her through my mouth full of junk food. After lunch I washed my feet in the creek, put my pack on and hiked, climbing again, dealing with many large blowdowns. I took a break at a creek three quarters of the way up the hill. I killed flies that bit my legs. I watched an ant carry a dead fly body in a large circle, pulling it around, yanking it through tufts of grass with all its might. It had no idea where it was going. We climbed a bit more and then descended a couple of miles to camp for a 23 mile day. The backs of my knees were sore from all the climbing. I made dinner and pitched my tent. Dustin made chocolate pudding that didn’t really set but we ate it anyway and it was better than not having any pudding. I didn’t sleep very well, and I was up at 5 and walking at 6:30. The morning was warm again and I knew we were in for another hot day. I climbed up and over a pass as light slid onto the mountains. A warm breeze passed over the mountainside. I lumbered on into the morning, tired, my feet hurt, my pack straps digging into my shoulders like they do. In a couple of hours I was dripping sweat, climbing 1500 feet in the humid sun. When I got to the lunch spot, a little campsite perched almost at the peak of the climb, it was half-shaded. I was so happy. I laid on my tyvek, feeling the weight of my body released from me feet, my skin hot. I ate lunch and then dug dirt out from under my toenails. I hiked out around 2, stopping at a little stream and pouring water over my head. It was so cold. I began a long descent that left my feet angry and painful. The forest around grew huge and tall and dense, moss carpeting the entire floor, growing over rocks and downed trees. It looked like one huge blanket, like snow. It consumed everything. Giant ferns and wide green leaves grew all around. In some places leaves grew into little archways over the trail, tinting the sunlight green. I felt like I had entered another world, like I was a bug, something microscopic, crawling through some super-sized version of forests I thought I knew. At 6:45 we got to camp at the Suiattle River for another 23 mile day. It was raging and swollen and brown. The water munched down over big boulders, slapped against rocks on either bank, making it difficult to get water. I cooked dinner, burnt it, ate it anyway. I was so hungry. Today felt just as difficult as yesterday. As I washed my pot I felt the exhaustion creeping up through all of my bones and I hurried off to bed. At 5am when my alarm went off I could feel that deep tired trying to pull me back into sleep. I begrudgingly got up and moving in the warm morning. I began a monstrous climb, 4,000 some feet. The incline wasn’t terrible but my body was exhausted and painful. My feet hurt in so many different places and ways. As the day heated up I got pack rash again. The straps of my pack began to chafe my armpits. I sat down for lunch and was greeted by biting flies. I killed so many of them and they continued to appear from whatever terrible place biting flies materialize. I filtered water and kept walking, the day beginning to boil. It was so humid. Smoke hung low in the atmosphere, trapping all the heat. My hip began to hurt. I listened to music to try and power through the next few miles and started crying in the middle of the trail. A huge fly whizzed around me, hanging in front of my snotty face. I wiped the snot from my nose and then wiped my snot-covered hand on a tree. I walked and snot-rocketed and walked and snot-rocketed. Washington is hard. I forded a creek and the icy water filled my shoes, which felt great on my aching feet. I sat down on the other side of the creek and filtered water. I talked to Dustin and felt a little better. there were only three more miles to camp. A hot wind followed me the whole way. I got to camp around 6, laid out my tyvek and collapsed on it. I laid on my back feeling the pressure release from my feet. I took off my socks and scraped some of the dead skin off my feet. I filtered water and made dinner and ate snickers bars and felt the heaviness of exhaustion pooling behind my eyelids. I crawled into my tent happy that there were only ten miles left until Stehekin tomorrow. We got up at six and hiked the last ten miles to town, arriving early to the spot where the shuttle would pick us up. A girl I met my second day on trail was there. She was hiking south. It was so cool to see her, in the same way it had been cool to see Blue. A white bus pulled up to the group of hikers and a middle-aged guy wearing a ten-gallon hat and a short-sleeved button down climbed out. He stretched his legs, we got on the bus, and got out at the infamous Stehekin Bakery. I got a lemon bar, a piece of hawaiian pizza and a giant stromboli filled with ham and swiss cheese. Dustin got the same one filled with pesto, onions, mushrooms and swiss cheese. We split them and felt like we could die happy. Then we got back on the bus and got dropped off a few miles down the gravel road at the North Cascades Lodge, where there’s a campground and a store and a public shower/laundry building. I took a great shower, did my laundry, spent too much time at the post office and ate a giant burger with beer battered fries. We stayed up late talking with other hikers and then wandered back up the steep dirt road to the campsite. I awoke to a bright tent, the day becoming warm even in the constant breeze that tumbled over the little town of a Stehekin. I broke down camp and went down to the deck of the lodge. When Dustin got there some kind of debacle was going on about a bus driver not having a CDL, and no busses were running, so we walked the 1.6 miles to the bakery. We got stuck in front of the pastry case again, eyes like saucers, salivating at bacon-swiss stromboli, carrot cake muffins piled high with cream cheese frosting, chocolate zucchini cake, chai coffee cake, six different kinds of cookies, etc. I ate so much. I felt like I did in Big Bear Lake, hundreds of miles ago. I laid in the fetal position on the grass outside, again. Other hikers laughed at me, again. At least this time nobody asked to take my picture. I packed out two pieces of pizza for dinner. A bus came around 11:20 to take us to the trailhead. All of the food jostled around in my stomach. I curled up in the seat and tried to stop thinking about how sick I felt. I sat around at the trailhead for a few minutes and then decided there was no better way to cure a stomach ache than a 29 mile climb, so I started walking. A woman we met in Skykomish named Hot Thumbs has been hiking with us for a few days now. The three of us hung out at a creek and talked for a bit. I saw my first bear on the PCT today. It was a bit small. I think it was a young adult bear. I rounded a corner and it was in the trail eating berries off bushes. I startled it and it ran further down the trail. “Heeey bear,” I called, trying to make it run off the trail. It looked at me. “HEY BEAR,” I yelled. It ran off onto the hillside, ambling over bushes and taking swooping bites of berries as it passed them. It was cute. We reached our campsite around 6:30 for a 13 mile day. I ate my pizza and taught Hot Thumbs how to tie a bowline knot. The trail to the site was covered in bear scat. A ranger had warned us that this area was densely populated with bears who didn’t care about people being there and would do anything to get to their food. We hung everything we had that smelled from a tree and hoped for the best. I dreamed about bears and woke up at 6, the sleep still so close, heavy on my brain. We packed up and hiked out into the dense forest in the cold morning. After a few miles we crossed a highway that led to a trailhead parking lot and caught up with some hikers we met in town, Hats and Butter. Hot Thumbs and I walked with them into the parking lot where we were greeted with trail magic. We each had a beer and sat in the parking lot talking and procrastinating the long climb ahead of us. We let the day warm up a bit and then started the climb. It went on and on through the forest that soon opened up and had us on sandy ridge line, a row of peaks opposite us. Can something be bright dark gray? If it can, that’s what they were. Everything was so bright against the deep blue sky. Everything green was so stark against the pale pinks and browns of the rocks that lined the dusty trail. I hiked with Hats for a bit and then Butter for a while. We talked and marveled at the snow-covered mountains in the distance, the plummeting valleys below. The day was so windy, my hat blew off at one point and I had to tip toe down a steep hill of loose rock to retrieve it. I love that hat so much. After a while I crossed a tiny stream to find John, who I had hiked around for a while in the desert, sitting on the other side. It seems like every day I see someone from trail past. It’s really nice. We caught up for a bit and then I hurried off to camp. Being a Friday, all the weekenders were out and the campsites were all full of big tents and very few people taking up lots of space. All the thru hikers end up cowboy camping where they can fit, which if you think about it is a really funny scenario. Sometimes if the trail is really packed on the weekend and we can’t find a campsite, Dustin and I shake our fists and, when we’re out of earshot, yell “get off my lawn” in an old man voice. I got to camp around 7, made mashed potatoes, set up my sleeping pad on the ground and pulled my sleeping bag around me. I listened to the sound of the Methow River next to me and watched one star in the sky above become ten, twenty, thirty in a little opening in the trees. Another hiker twenty feet away began to snore loudly. I put my earplugs in and hoped no bears would bother me in the night. The first light woke me as stars began disappearing. The sky turned light blue and I ate a pop tart and drank instant coffee in my sleeping bag as everyone else in camp went about their morning chores. I started walking around 7:30. The morning was chilly again, it felt good to shift into fall, away from the heat of summer that crept in at eight in the morning and lingered all day. I stopped at a stream before a 2500 foot climb to filter water. I powered up the climb, stopping a couple of times to take in the views of giant mountains opposite me. They were all angled and brown and dark gray, snow still resting in little pockets on their faces. Once I was on the ridge, wind swept over the side of the mountain. Big white plumes of smoke from two forest fires extended from other ridges to the north and the east. I stopped to eat lunch with Dustin and Hot Thumbs at a little spring in a sunny meadow. We huddled in a patch of shade. I ate cold ramen and washed my socks in the icy water. I left a note for Hats and Butter telling them where we were camping that night. A couple of hours after lunch, Hot Thumbs and I hit trail magic: a canopy set up at Hart’s Pass campground with coolers full of fresh cut watermelon on a table. We drooled over that for a while and then kept walking, climbing and descending and climbing to camp. Nine tents were already pitched in the field, all weekenders, so we cowboy camped on a ledge above the site. The moon was bright all night. In the morning a chorus of pikas woke us to see a beautiful yellow-pink sunrise. The sun was fiery orange as it peeked above the ridge in front of us. It had gotten quite chilly at night so we got up slowly. I brewed coffee thanks to the cup and reusable filter Hats and Butter had given me. This was the best treat I’ve had in so long: to drink hot coffee in my sleeping bag on this beautiful ridge watching the sky light up the day. I felt so soothed and wonderful even though my skin was dirty and my feet were prickling from all the miles I’ve walked and I smell like an old running shoe. Dustin left camp first and Hot Thumbs and I slowly got our things together and left about a half an hour later. We climbed up and over a pass, then descended to cross Foggy Pass (it seems like all the passes in Washington are gloomy: Rainy Pass, Foggy Pass, Windy Pass, the list goes on). I filtered water from a creek, talked to a day hiking couple and their dog, and ran into hikers all day who had chosen not to go into Canada and had already been to the monument. This was weird. This is the end of the trail for so many people. As they talked to me and walked away from me I could feel their energy just colossal and booming in a way that mine couldn’t be yet. Even though I still have miles to hike after I get to the monument, it feels enormous to be able to touch one end of it tomorrow, to bring tangibility to all of these miles, to remember where I was four months ago when I touched the one at the southern terminus. All of the moments I’ve experienced between the two have already been stupendous, difficult, agonizingly beautiful, mind-numbingly fatiguing and filled with infinitely varying amounts of hope and sorrow and joy and wonder. I felt lucky that there were more ahead of me. I knew that if I had to be done today, that if I didn’t have a reason to hike more miles, to keep being on the trail, that I would be deeply sad. My immediate physical pain would be relieved if I didn’t have to continue waking up and walking so much every day, but I would spend so much less time in the sun, so many fewer moments watching the world unfurl itself before me in such a pure, silent, slow way. I would miss drinking cold mountain spring water, I would soon take for granted all the moments I spent squeezing water from one bottle to another through my filter, I would become accustomed to the luxury of turning a knob on a faucet and filling a glass of pre-treated city water. I would be forced to face the world as I’ve grown up knowing it: loud, busy, fast, demanding, stark and harsh in opposite and tragic ways from this one I’ve lived in for four months. This is what people mean when they when they say that thru hiking will break your heart and ruin your life. I have spent the last few days contemplating the progress of human kind in the context of this walk. People who walk long trails often find that it needs to become part of their life permanently. Why is this? I keep visiting this question. Weren’t the earliest humans nomadic? Is this similar to the way they lived? After walking so many miles it seems like it could be true, going where the weather is suitable, following reliable food, bearing witness to the constant pattern of nature accumulating and dying and being born again that is life. We have moved so far from this as a species that to live in this way would be defined as unsuccessful, unproductive or foolish. How could a person make a “decent living” if they spent so much time in nature? I guess that depends on how one defines living decently. Thru hiking ruins a person’s concept of leading a successful life as society defines it. It brings people back to the essence of whatever it was to be human thousands of years ago. I watched smoke plumes from a wildfire extend into a bright blue sky from behind a jagged gray ridge. This fire was caused by humans, rangers had told me a couple of days ago. The smoke was so dynamic, so many different textures, puffy and flat and dense and thin as the wind spread it across smaller peaks in the distance. Some of the smoke was bright white, other smaller plumes were an old yellow, and another was a deep gray. Hot Thumbs and I stood at the last 7000 foot peak on the PCT in Washington. This was going to be her last night on trail, her last big view. We could see the trail below us snaking down the side of the mountain. Another hiker, Chubs, pointed to some peaks in the distance and said, “That’s Canada.” We just stood there and looked. We savored that last northern Cascade peak, the wind swirling around us, our shirts flapping in the breeze. We descended to Hopkins Lake and filtered water as the sun sank behind the mountain, then hiked the last couple of miles to camp. I made pesto pasta, drank electrolyte water and ate a snickers bar. I blew up my sleeping pad on my sheet of tyvek and watched the stars come out one by one. I woke up and made coffee, the process spilling it all over my tyvek. I drank it and watched the pale sky lighten, smoke dense in the mountains north of us. We got to walking soon and descended into it. This was the first time I could really smell the smoke. In four miles I heard clapping and cheering and walked into the tiny clearing where the monument was. It was four little wooden pillars and one metal one, an American flag on one side and a Canadian flag on the other. I walked up and looked at it. “Touch it!” yelled someone behind me. My hand reached out for it and I hesitated just above one of the pillars. Here it was. One end of this thing. I put my hand gently on the pillar. I froze there for a moment, I looked at the clear-cut line of trees behind the monument, the dividing line between two nations. What a moment this was. I was still glad I wasn’t done yet, but it felt good to celebrate all the miles I had hiked anyway. I drank a beer and Dustin, Hot Thumbs and I took pictures. Then we hiked the last smoky eight miles to Manning Park, a resort where we ate giant burgers. We showered and then Dustin and I said our goodbyes to Hot Thumbs who was taking a bus to the airport to go home. Then we got our longest hitch of trail into Vancouver, about 140 miles, during which I got a smoothie and a free beer and chips and dip. We got to Vancouver at about 9pm and met up with Dustin’s friends who generously let us stay with them for a couple of nights. In a few days we’ll take a bus to Sacramento, resupply, and hike into the High Sierra from Kennedy Meadows. I can’t wait.

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