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ffakc · 3 years

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A Midwest Christmas - a Jeffrey Dean Morgan fanfiction

Again, I’m aware I’m late posting this. I know it’s no longer Christmas, don’t yell at me. Christmas is one of my favorite holidays and I LOVE writing stories that are based around Christmas.

Jeff crushed out his cigarette and breathed hot air into his hands to warm them. He shrugged his shoulders a few times, almost as if he was psyching himself up.

“You okay, babe?” I ask and kiss his cheek, shutting the car off.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I don’t know why I’m so nervous! I’m a grown ass man, damn it,” my boyfriend chuckles.

“They’ll love you, Jeff. You know my mom and dad love you already, you have nothing to worry about, baby” I give his thigh a squeeze and kiss his neck deeply. Jeff moans and tilts his head to the side.

“Please don’t give me a boner before meeting your female relatives,” Jeff chuckles. “I don’t know, babe. Dad might not love me after I walk through the door,” he gestures to his Seattle Seahawks beanie.

“He’ll get over it,” I laugh and open the car door. Jeff grabs the box of gifts from the trunk and holds my hand as we walk to the front door.

“Merry Christmas Eve!” I holler from the foyer. Jeff kicks off his boots.

“Hey sweetie! Hey Jeff, what’s up, brother?” my dad calls from the den.

“Hey, Mr. C,” Jeff smiles warmly.

“Oh no, oh no. You take that hat off! You’re in Bear country!” my dad laughs. “Just when I thought I liked you!”

“I knew you’d say something! GO HAWKS!” Jeff chuckles and tosses it onto the bench. My dad jokingly makes a fist. I roll my eyes playfully and ruffle his hair as we head upstairs. Men and their sports, I’ll never understand it.

“You can just set the gifts under the tree,” I whisper to Jeff and give his arm a squeeze. He waves at my female relatives at the table.

“Hiiiii! Merry Christmas! I’ve missed you!” my cousin Amy hugs me. “How’s New York?”

“Absolutely incredible. Every day feels like a new adventure with this one,” I gesture to my man standing behind me. “This is my boyfriend, Jeff!”

“Hi there, you must be Amy? I’ve heard so much about you!” Jeff shakes her hand and kisses her cheek.

“All good things I hope!” Amy laughs.

“Yes ma’am. I’ve heard y’all are super close, and I love that. Family togetherness recharges the batteries.”

“I’m glad to hear it! I can’t think of a single holiday we didn’t spend together,” Amy gestures around the table.

“Have a seat!” my mom says. “Can I get you anything to drink? We have wine, beer, Coke Zero...”

“I’ll have a Coke,” Jeff replies and sits next to me at the long dinner table. I pull a small bottle of Crown Royal out of my bag.

“I’ll take a Coke as well,” I laugh.

“You came to party! I’ll take some too,” Jeff wraps his arm around me and kisses my cheek as I add the liquor to his glass of ice, “It smells amazing in here, Ma,” Jeff says to my mom.

“Thanks, Jeff! It’s a tradition on Christmas that we have Grandma, my mom’s, tacos. The shells are from a tiny little Mexican kitchen downtown, that’s how my mom always did it. I think we’re just waiting on Jessica and then we’ll be ready to eat!”

“Sounds delicious,” Jeff sips his drink.

“How’d you guys meet? You look super familiar, Jeff,” my aunt Janine remarks. I rest my head on Jeff’s shoulder.

“It all started when I began frequenting this coffee shop that opened near my, well, OUR farm while on hiatus from work. I couldn’t take my eyes off this brown eyed manager with the messy bun in her hair who would always ring me up and make my drink. Golly, she looked cute in that apron,” Jeff nudges me and everyone laughs as I blush. “I finally had to ask this pretty young thing out. I invited her over for dinner and the rest is history. One year and some change later and I can’t imagine my life with anyone else but my baby gal,” he kisses me softly. “Oh! I’m an actor, by the way. I’m currently on a show called The Walking Dead, I play the bad guy named Negan. A lot of people still recognize me as Denny from Grey’s Anatomy and John Winchester from Supernatural though,” Jeff smiles warmly.

“I knew those eyes looked familiar!” my aunt exclaims. “Wow, girl, a famous actor? Check you out!”

“He’s pretty great. I thought the concept of soulmates was cheesy til this man came along. I mean, nobody’s perfect, but Jeffrey comes pretty darn close,” I rub his thigh under the table.

“How old are you anyway? That gray beard says you’re old,” my 13 year old cousin Alyssa asks.

“Lys! You can’t just say that!” her mom quiets her.

“It’s okay, hon! I’m not offended at all! I AM old, real old. I’m 54,” Jeff laughs.

“And how old are you?” Alyssa turns her attention to me.

“24,” I link my arm with my man’s and nuzzle his shoulder.

“Sooo, you were 30 when she was born?” Alyssa makes a sassy face.

“Don’t push it, little girl,” Jeff teases and we all laugh.

*Jeff’s POV*

“So, this is the man cave, huh?” I glance around at the fishing poles adorning the chocolate brown wall and Chicago sports gear.

“Yeah, it’s pretty nice! It gets cold down here, but the fireplace helps!” my girlfriend’s dad Tim tosses some kindling on the fire.

“Super cozy,” I remark. I haven’t been this nervous in a long time. I had something I desperately wanted to ask him, but I didn’t want to just get right to it.

“How you doin’, bud?” my girlfriend’s grandfather Ray asks.

“Good, Ray! I’m really good, fantastic actually. It feels so nice to be off work for the holidays! Thank you guys so much for welcoming me into your home. Dinner was delicious and the Midwest hospitality is much appreciated.”

“You’re always welcome here,” Tim says.

“This is for you,” Ray reaches into his coat pocket. He passes a CD my way with small writing on the jacket, “To: Jeff. Love, Grampa.”

“Aww, what’s this?” I say, pushing my glasses up.

“Elvis Christmas songs. Something for you and your girl to dance to. You better treat her good,” he smiles his adorable old man smile.

“Thank you so much, Grandpa,” I get up and give him a hug. “You didn’t have to get me anything. So, um,” I clear my throat as I settle into the couch. “There’s something we should talk about. I mean, something I need to ask you. I don’t know, I’m shaky as hell. So, how do I put this?” I pull a small velvet box out of my pocket. “I brought this with me.”

“You want to marry me? Let me go get my dress!” Tim teases. Whew, a joke to break the tension.

“Yeah, totally! I, wow, I’m going to cry. Pull yourself together, Jeff. I wanted to know if I can ask your daughter to be my wife. She’s got me wrapped, man. When I look into her eyes, I just fall in love over and over again. I know it’s old fashioned of me to ask, but I thought I’d do the right thing and ask for your blessing. I love your girl so damn much, you have no idea,” I wipe tears away.

“I had a feeling this would be happening. You kept staring at me all through dinner with this lost puppy look in your eye, like I was going to yell at you or something! Jeff, I see the way she looks at you and it warms her dad’s heart. Every time you speak, she stops immediately what she’s doing and stares at you with hearts in her eyes. I’ve never seen my daughter so happy. Of course you have my blessing.” My heart begins hammering in my chest as my soon to be fiancée’s dad pulls me into a hug.

“Thank you so much, sir! Oh my god, I’m freaking out. Thank you, thank you! So, next question, where’s the best place to propose around these parts?”

“Well, downtown near your hotel on 5th Avenue, it’s all decked out in Christmas lights. Maybe you guys could take a walk down there?”

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“What a great dinner, your family is so kind and welcoming!” Jeff says as we climb into the warm car. “I love you so much, doll.”

“I’m so glad you had a good time, honey. I knew you would! I love you too, Jeff. I’m so looking forward to the hot tub when we get back to the room, I don’t know about you.” Jeff slides his hand over my upper thigh seductively as I drive through the city in the direction of the hotel. I glance over at my boyfriend and he gives me the sexiest bedroom eyes. I could have just stopped the car and taken him right there. We jam out to our favorite Christmas songs and giggle like kids.

“Fifth Avenue,” Jeff mutters. “Pull over, babe.” I pull into a parking spot and Jeff grabs my face and kisses me deeply, “Let’s go walkin’ in a winter wonderland.” I smile and shut the car off and follow behind him. Jeff’s adorable spontaneity was one of his best qualities. He takes me by the hand as we look at the twinkling lights. There’s no cars on the road and the snow dampens all the sound.

“Hey, sweetheart?” Jeff places his hands on my hips.

“Yes?” I wrap my arms around his neck. We hold each other close.

“You’re so damn perfect,” he pecks my lips, I run my fingers through his soft gray hair. “I tried to come up with a long romantic speech, but words are failing me. You’re everything I’ve hoped and dreamed for. You’re the reason I wake up in the morning. You’re the reason I can’t wipe this smile off my face. Every time I look into those gentle brown eyes, I’m reminded of why I fell in love with you all over again. A life without you is a life I don’t want to live. You’re my entire world, sweet girl.” Jeff pulls away and reaches into his pocket.

“Oh my god,” I sigh, “Jeffrey, I-I-“ I’m utterly speechless. Jeff brushes away the snow on the sidewalk with his gloved hand and gets on one knee.

“Will you make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?” Jeff smiles widely, opening the velvet box and revealing a simple, shimmering band. That man knew me so well, it was exactly the

“Oh god, Daddy! Yes! Yes, Jeffrey, yes I’ll marry you!” I jump up and down excitedly. Jeff’s hands shake as he slides the ring on my finger. I gasp with delight, “I love you. Oh baby, it’s beautiful!” Jeff gets to his feet and rests his forehead against mine as we both cry tears of joy. My breath quavers from excitement and the biting cold as Jeff kisses me over and over again.

“I want you to be mine forever,” he whispers against my lips.

“Forever and ever. Oh my god, my heart is racing! You’re so amazing, I love you so much.”

“I love you the most, baby gal.”

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Jeff and I could hardly keep our hands off each other as we hustled to the elevator.

“Merry Christmas!” the front desk agent calls out.

“You too!” Jeff replies with a friendly wave. I untie my coat as the door to the elevator shuts. I tangle my fingers in my silver fox’s thick hair and moan as he kisses my neck and pulls down my sweater, brushing his scruffy beard against my chest as he kisses and sucks gently.

“Jeffrey, you naughty boy,” I gasp. His large, slender hand find its way between my thighs. “Please, Daddy,” I whine. Jeff slides his fingers down the front of my leggings. He pulls them out just as the elevator chimes, my face goes red as I readjust my Christmas sweater and Jeff fixes his hair as if nothing ever happened.

“Merry Christmas!” an innocent, elderly Mrs. Claus looking woman greets us.

“Merry Christmas to you too!” I reply, the cool air of the hallway hitting Jeff’s saliva on my chest, causing me to shiver with delight. We laugh to ourselves as Jeff opens the door to our suite. Oh, that poor old lady, I hope she didn’t hear too much.

“Let’s see, how about we celebrate with a drink!” Jeff says with a wide smile, slinging his coat over a chair.

“Hmm, how about something sweet? I kind of want dessert after all those tacos,” I wrap my arms around my now fiancé’s waist as he kisses me, his large hands squeeze me closer.

“Your sweater reminds me, how about a White Russian?”

“I am, in fact, the Dude. One of my favorites,” I reply with a laugh.

“Hmm. Vodka, check. Coffee liqueur, got it. Cream, hmm. Cream, cream, cream,” Jeff taps his chin. “Got it!” he grabs some half and half packets from the coffee station.

“Ah, resourceful! I like that!” I kiss him and sit on the bed, “I’ll get the bath ready.”

I draw the bath and Jeff hands me a drink, setting his on the rim of the tub. He unbuttons his shirt revealing his hairy chest and stomach. He kisses me.

“I love you so much,” he says. “Nice ring you’ve got there.”

“Thanks!” I run my fingers down his chest, “My handsome fiancé gave it to me.”

“He must be a lucky guy,” Jeff’s pants come off and he slides into the tub with a loud groan.

“Jesus, that feels so fucking good,” he runs his fingers through his hair. “Come on in, baby gal, the water’s fine.” Jeff bites his lip eagerly as I take my clothes off. “You’re so sexy, you know that?”

“I could say the same about you, darlin’,” I reply, tossing my bra on the floor. I tie my hair up as my fiancé looks me up and down. I climb in the tub, opposite of the rugged older man that I was so lucky to call mine. Jeff grabs my leg and begins kissing the length of my calf.

“When and where do you want to get married?” he asked with a sly smile, kneading my legs.

“Honestly, I’ve always dreamed of a fall or winter wedding. You know how I feel about hot weather,” I take a sip of my White Russian.

“Babe, it’s too hot! This is stupid! Ninety degrees? Ew, fuck that!” Jeff imitates my whining. I laugh.

“You know me so well!”

“Daddy, I have a headache!” Jeff cackles.

“Will you shut the fuck up?” I playfully splash water in his face with my foot. Jeff sputters.

“I give you shit because I love you!” he wipes his face.

“I know, and I give it right back to you, asshole! What were we talking about again?” I giggle.

“Wedding plans?”

“Oh, right. So, definitely a fall wedding. What about on the farm? Ballrooms have never really struck my fancy. That little area off beyond the pastures would be beautiful, don’t you think?”

“I agree, I don’t need a big gala with a stuffy tuxedo to show everyone how much I love you. Ooh! How about under that big tree where we had a picnic and carved our names?” Jeff places my legs on his shoulders.

“J hearts K, yeah, I remember,” I sigh longingly. “That’s where you first told me you loved me.”

“Aw, it was, wasn’t it? You packed us a picnic and everything! You’re just a regular Ina Garten, aren’t you? Remember me yelling at the dogs to stay away from the alpacas? ‘Guys, those aren’t puppies, they’ll kick the shit out of you!’” Jeff laughs.

“Well, if I’m Ina, you’re Jeffrey! Hey, look at that! It works!” I tap my glass against his. “Those dogs are so cute, but they’re little shits sometimes.”

“Oh, absolutely they are,” Jeff agrees. “Wow, that cute barista who I was scared to ask out is going to be my wife? How did I get so damn lucky?”

“You were scared to ask me out? Why? We would always chit-chat back and forth.”

“Yeah, I don’t know why. I think it’s because I didn’t want to be THAT guy. You know, the guy who thinks the food service worker is flirting with him just because she’s being nice,” Jeff rolls his eyes.

“I didn’t get that impression from you at all! I think you’re sexy as fuck, and have since the day I first met you. If I thought you were a scumbag, I wouldn’t have flirted back. And I wouldn’t have had sex with you on the first date, would I?” I tease.

“You’re right. Man, that was a wild night, eh? My heart still beats fast when I think about it,” Jeff grins. “You looked so damn good in my shirt too. Come here,” he holds out his arms and I make my way to his side of the tub, sitting on his lap. He runs his manly hands all over my body and buries his face in my neck, kissing and moaning, “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, Mrs. Morgan.”

“I love the sound of that. I get to be your wife and I’ve never been happier in my entire life. I love you so much, Jeffrey.”

“I love you too.”

We eventually climb out of the tub, after kissing and laughing and talking til the water turns our toes to raisins. I wrap myself in a fuzzy bathrobe and Jeff quickly does the same. I climb in the big, fluffy bed and Jeff snuggles next to me. He wraps his slender arms around me and I immediately drift off to sleep.

***

“Merry Christmas, gorgeous,” Jeff’s croaky, sultry morning voice rings in my ears like church bells. He kisses my forehead, his scruff brushing against my skin. I squint my eyes at the bright sun bouncing off the snow and flooding our suite.

“Merry Christmas, Daddy,” I curl up closer to his warm body. I close my eyes and bury my face in his chest, “Has anyone told you that you look like Santa Claus with your beard?” I laugh and kiss his collarbones.

“Every damn day on social media,” Jeff chuckles. He moans softly at my touch. I stop and hold out my left hand, my vintage gold band shimmering in the light.

“Just had to make sure I wasn’t dreaming,” I smile.

“You ain’t dreamin’, sweet girl. You’re going to be my wife,” Jeff kisses me and strokes my hair. He climbs on top of me, our naked bodies still cloaked in the beige comforter. He buries his face in my neck, leaving sloppy kisses.

“Daddy,” I whimper.

“Yeah, baby?” I hold his face in my hands.

“Nothing, I just like looking at you. You sure are pretty. What do you say we have a little fun before going back to Mom and Dad’s?”

“I would want nothing more,” I reply as Jeff pulls the blanket over his head and begins kissing down my body. I giggle with delight as his beard tickles me. Best. Christmas. Ever.

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lettersinscarlet · 4 years

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Pumpkins (Colby Brock Imagine)

Hey y’all! I know I’m late with the spooky season stuff but I’ll do better in the future. I’ve got tons of Thanksgiving and Christmas stuff planned and I hope that makes up for it. Anyway, I dyed my hair today and if you guys see it you can tell me what you think but don’t roast me too hard I still having feelings. Anyway, I’ve been crushing on this boy and so I’ve got all this extra energy and side inspo so hopefully more stuff will be coming. Anyway, hope you enjoy this!

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“Baby,” Colby whined, rolling over to look at you. He was obviously bored and you smiled at how cute he was. Since you had been dating for three years, it was easy to read some of his moods. “Do you know what today is?” he asked with a whiny voice.

“The 26th?” you asked. He sighed and rolled his eyes.

“No,” he corrected you, “it’s spooky season.”

“It is,” you responded. He waited expectantly for you to ask and you sighed. “So?”

“We should do something spooky related,” he suggested and waggled his eyebrows. You laughed at him and ruffled his hair.

“What do you have in mind?”

“Well,” he started, “I have a few ideas in mind,” he murmured, looking you up and down. “BUT,” he interjected, “I did have something seriously in mind.”

“What would that be?” you asked.

“I want to surprise you,” he stated. “Go get changed into something you can get messy,” he ordered and sat up.

“You’re sure this doesn’t have anything to do with the first thing?” you questioned as you got up. He chuckled and you smirked as you went to do what he said.

You changed into one of your old t-shirts and a pair of sweats. You threw your hair up in a ponytail and found some of your old tennis shoes. You walked down the stairs and Colby whistled.

“One-hundred percent the hottest outfit I have ever seen you in,” he commented. You rolled your eyes and he got up and pulled you in to kiss your forehead.

“Are you gonna tell me what we’re gonna do?” you asked as you leaned back against him.

“No, but we need to go to the car,” he informed you. He kissed your forehead again and then he grabbed your hand and started walking towards his car.

As he drove, he blasted some music and you guys were rocking out. After some time, Colby pulled into a grocery store parking lot. You looked around, confused, and Colby just laughed. He parked and then led you to the entrance to the store. He stopped and gestured in front of him, revealing to you two buckets and some shelves filled with pumpkins. He had a huge smile on his face as he gaged your reaction. You had a smile equally as big.

“You wanna carve pumpkins?” he asked. You nodded and looked over the pumpkins, seeing which one’s caught your eye. Colby went yo and slapped one, smiling when it made that dull noise. “So it claps,” he mused.

You laughed and walked to one of the buckets and picked one. It was the perfect orange color and even though it was a bit wonky, it was big and you loved it. You hoisted it up and wrapped your arms around it and you turned to face Colby.

“I found mine!” you announced. He kissed your nose and then turned to look at the selection. He grabbed two pumpkins and tucked them under each of his arms. You raised your eyebrows at him.

“I’m gonna make Sam a surprise pumpkin,” Colby answered. You nodded and then you went inside. Colby picked up two carving kits and a couple of fake candles to put inside the pumpkins when they were done. You helped him load all the stuff in his trunk and then hopped in the car. Yo were super excited.

“You know how much I love spooky season,” you told Colby as you got closer to your shared apartment. He nodded and looked over at you.

“I know how much you love it and so do I.”

You squealed with excitement when you finally got your pumpkin out of the trunk and headed upstairs.

Colby found some old sheets and he spread it out the table. He then set two towels down for the two of you to sit on. He set out the carving tools before he set the pumpkins down: one on your side, two on his side.

“Alright, before we start, I want to set some rules,” he said and clapped his hands together. “First of all, we have to surprise each other. You can’t tell me what you’re doing, I can’t tell you what I’m doing. And no sneaking around to see anything. Second, when we do the big reveal, the lights have to be off and the candles have to be on. It’ll be spooky. And third, the winner gets a kiss,” he finished. You mulled over his terms for a moment.

“Sounds good to me, Brock. It’s game on.” You went and grabbed a marker from the kitchen before you plopped down on your side, trying to decided what you wanted to do. You decided that you were going to do a carving of Jack and Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas. You had seen something like it in your feed a few days ago and you were excited to carve it.

You looked around your pumpkin and saw Colby already cutting out the top of his pumpkin to start getting the guts out. You quickly traced a circle at the top and grabbed a knife to start cutting it out.

You grimaced when you pulled the top off and were met with that first scent of pumpkin. You would get used to it, but it was still gross the first minute. Then came the fun part: scooping out the guts.

While you were hard at work, you barely heard Colby call your name. You looked up in enough time to get hit in the face with pumpkin guts. You gasped and Colby started cackling. You quickly reached in your pumpkin and grabbed some of the insides. Being careful not to make a huge mess, you tossed some at Colby, hitting him right between the eyes. He started spitting because he got some in his mouth and you fell over laughing.

“Oh, you think that’s funny?” he asked. He got up and ran over to your side. Colby reaches into your pumpkin and pulled out a clump of guts and smashed them on your face. You gasped as the scent and the feel washed over you. It was gross.

“You are so gonna get it, Brock,” you threatened, sitting still as the pumpkin insides slipped down your face.

“Sure I am,” Colby said with a smirk. He watched you take the guts off your face and drop them on the table. You wiped off your face and wrung your hands out a few times before you got back to work.

“You’re gonna lose,” you taunted him after he sat down. He just shook his head as he went to clean out his pumpkin.

When you deemed the insides clean enough, you grabbed a marker and you started to draw what you wanted. Sure, your lines were a little wonky and sure, it wasn’t perfect, but you thought it was pretty darn good. You looked over and you noticed that Colby had already started cutting his out.

You started carefully cutting out your carving. There were so many intricate lines and pieces you had to cut out before others. It was a bit frustrating, but you knew it would be worth it.

Eventually, you started to see your figure coming together. You were amazed that the lines actually worked and that you hadn’t accidentally carved yourself. You glanced up and you saw Colby smiling at you.

“What are you smiling at, Brock?” you asked him. His smile got wider.

“You look cute when you’re focused,” he commented.

You just blushed as you looked at your pumpkin. Three years and the boy still knew how to get to you.

“Finished!” you yelled triumphantly. You saw him smirk before he answered.

“Me too. Grab a light and turn it on and I’ll hit the lights.”

You reached towards the center of the table and you grabbed one of the candles for inside your pumpkin. You turned it on and put it inside and you saw Colby do the same before he turned off the lights. You stared in awe at your art work before you looked up and saw Colby. He looked spooky in the candlelight.

“You go first,” he said. You let out an excited breath before you turned you pumpkin to face him.

“Ta-da! It’s Jack and Sally!” you announced. Colby looked shocked for a second before he looked back up at you.

“It’s so beautiful! This guarantees it: you have to help me figure out what to do on Sam’s surprise pumpkin,” he told you. You just smiled and shook your head.

“Alright, Brock, you’re up,” you told him. You saw him visible swallow before he put his hands on his pumpkin. He turned it slowly and looked up at you as you read it.

“Will you marry me?” the pumpkin read.

“Will I marry the pumpkin?” you asked, but the tears were already welling up in your eyes.

“You are a such a dork,” Colby muttered before he walked closer to you. “No, it’s not asking if you’ll marry the pumpkin, although that would be interesting. (Y/N), I have loved you for a long long time. I love everything about you: your dorkiness, you laugh, your personality, your kindness, your everything. You are perfect and I know that I want to spend the rest of my life showing you just how true that is. So (Y/N) (M/N) (L/N), will you make this the best spooky season ever by marrying me?”

You looked at his sparkling blue eyes and the ring that had suddenly appeared in his hands.

“Yes, a million times yes!”

Colby got closer to you and kissed you. His lips fit perfectly with yours and the kiss was full of passion and love. Colby finally pulled away and he gently took the ring and put it on your finger.

“How did you know my ring size?” you asked him after he finished putting it on.

“Remember when I took you out and bought us matching rings a few months ago?”

“You sly devil,” you said, but leaned up and kissed him again. Colby’s phone buzzed and he sighed as he pulled away.

“Sam’s known about this for awhile and he wants to know if I actually proposed yet,” Colby explained. You laughed and you quickly took his phone and pulled up his messages with Sam. You snapped a picture of the ring on your hand and sent it before you gave Colby his phone back. Moments later, you heard pounding on the door and the two of you laughed.

“Let us in!” you heard Kat from the hallway. You took Colby’s hand and pulled him to the door. When you opened it, Sam and Kat were looking at you expectantly.

“You guys finally came!” you announced. “Colby threw pumpkin guts at me and it got in my hair!”

Colby shoved you playfully and you laughed at the look on Sam and Kat’s faces. You then showed them your hand and they heard gasped and screamed with joy.

You spent the rest of the night celebrating with the duo and Colby and you had a lot of fun. They left after a few hours and it was just you and Colby.

You walked closer to Colby and he wrapped his arms around you and you swayed to a nonexistent beat. You leaned your head against his chest and you stayed quiet.

Colby pulled away and he used his hand to tilt your head to meet his gaze.

“So Future Mrs. Brock,” he started and something sparked in his eyes, “wanna have some fun?”

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psycho-slytherin · 4 years

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Strangers ch. 38

Surprising the boys for dinner doesn’t quite go as planned.

Pairing: Yoongi x Actress!Reader

Word count: 2k

Genre: fluff, angst

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Yoongi clears his throat, leaning against the doorframe. His hair is messy, his pale cheeks tinged red. “I mean… What are you doing here? How did you get in?”

“Th-the door was unlocked,” you breathe, feeling as though you walked in on him doing something a lot more intimate than recording. His appearance does not help. If you hadn’t just heard him rapping, you’d think he was, well… “I- you said we could do dinner.”

“And you said probably not, so we figured you were busy. We have the night off, the guys are all out…” Yoongi looks around as though hoping one of the members will pop out of the woodwork.

“Oh.” You get the hint– clearly he wants you to leave. “Sorry. I’ll be going, then–”

“Ah, shit. Sorry, no, you don’t have to.” Yoongi scratches his head. “I just wasn’t expecting- I mean, I look like a mess-”

You laugh, reaching up to ruffle his hair further. “You look like you’ve spent hours in this studio. It’s a cute aesthetic, though. Your fans would go crazy over it.”

“Does that include you?” Yoongi replies, now back to his teasing self.

You feel your heartbeat quicken. “Nah. Anyways, I should be going–”

“Hey, wait.” Yoongi tugs at your arm as you turn to leave. “Stay. I don’t mind. Maybe you’ll inspire-” he shuts up, pressing his lips together.

“Maybe I’ll what?”

“Nothing. Are you hungry? I’m starved, let’s order pizza.”

“Sounds good,” You reply, following him to the living room. “Hey, are you sure it’s okay that I’m here?” Yoongi raises a brow. “Of course, why wouldn’t it be?”

“I mean, we’re alone…”

Yoongi laughs. “Are you worried about the paparazzi? They can’t get up here, it’s okay. Besides, we are supposed to be dating.”

You relax a bit. In truth, you were nervous that he’d think it improper to hang out alone, especially now that you’re single again. You should have known– of course it wouldn’t be an issue, he only sees you as one of the guys. Almost to underline your insecurities, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the living room mirror: bundled up in all your layers, you look like a potato with legs. Of course. Surrounded by beautiful idols every day, it makes sense that Yoongi would barely consider you a girl.

You blink hard, forcing yourself back into Friend Mode.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” You race to snag the comfiest armchair, Yoongi’s favorite, for yourself. “A girl needs her pizza!”

Yoongi orders and returns to the living room, sticking his tongue out at you when he realizes where you’ve sat. “So how have you been?” he asks, stretching out on the couch.

You yawn. “Since I last saw you? Just did some Moon Over the Sea filming and the cologne shoot.”

“Oh yeah, how’d those go?”

You think of being brought to tears during filming at the thought of Yoongi being gone from your life. Of Jeongyeon commenting on how you and Yoongi would never stay together, how you’re hardly a couple at all. Of sitting on Wonho’s lap, half-clothed, your lips brushing his skin. “Fine. How about you?”

“Pretty good. Promotions went well, our Japanese fans really liked the new song. We won three awards, which is nice.”

“Wow, we stan global superstars,” you laugh, and Yoongi draws himself up.

“No need to sound so sarcastic.”

“I’m your friend, darling. I’m literally the only one allowed to sound sarcastic. Y’all are killing it, everyone knows that.” You flop upside down, letting your legs dangle off one arm of the chair while your head rests on the other. “Hey, what were you recording just now?”

Yoongi freezes. “What? You heard it?”

“Not the whole thing, just a bit of your sixteenth or seventeenth or whateverteenth take,” you snicker. “And it was good, really good.”

“Oh, thanks.”

“Can I listen to the rest of it?”

Yoongi coughs. “Nah, I don’t think you’d like it. I don’t know if I’ll include it in the mixtape anyways; I think I was just venting into the mic.”

“Isn’t that how all the best diss tracks are made? I remember listening to Cypher 2 and just about dying during your verse.”

“It’s not really a diss track…”

You sit up. “Really? It sounded so angry.”

“Yeah, well, I was feeling angry.”

“Why?”

A knock at the door interrupts your conversation. “Oh, pizza’s here,” Yoongi says, rising. He returns a few minutes later with a large veggie pizza. The smell makes your mouth water– you didn’t realize how hungry you were.

“Fucking yes. Ugh. Food. Yes. Give.” You reach out and take Yoongi’s offered slice, almost moaning when you take your first bite. You’ve been on edge all day– and if anxiety burned calories, you’d be on par with the Flash this week.

“No need to sound so turned on,” Yoongi laughs. “You’re worse than Seokjin hyung.”

“You’re just jealous that the pizza’s getting more action from your girlfriend than you are,”

Yoongi coughs. “Keep talking like that and we’ll forget that this whole relationship is fake, y/n.”

“Heh, my bad.” You were just joking, but the discomfort in Yoongi’s voice… did you take it too far? Your friendship has always been dumb, and a little flirtatious, but now that you’re actually supposed to be together, it makes sense that Yoongi wants to draw a few hard lines in the sand. He’s right, things can’t get too blurry. He’s right, you’re not really dating. He’s right.

It’s not real.

And hey, why would you even want it to be real? If you fell for Yoongi, it would be like admitting that all along, you really were just a fangirl, just another ARMY obsessed with BTS’ Suga.

Besides, even if I did like him, you think ruefully, he probably wouldn’t believe me. It’s not like you have any trust left in the bank. Man, you’ve gotta work on being a better friend.

Speaking of…

You look around and click your tongue. “Dammit. I was hoping to see Jimin tonight, Lisa wanted another video of him.”

“He can just send you something later.” Yoongi turns on the TV and tosses you a blanket. “Here, I know you’re cold. And hey, are you sure Lisa’s not posting those videos anywhere?”

You shake your head. “I follow her on all her socials. I definitely would’ve seen it if she had. Besides, I trust her.” Sure, she’s been a little absent these last few days, but she’s still Lisa, your best friend. Now that you think of it, her birthday is coming up– maybe you’ll arrange a video call with Jimin for her?

“Aight.” Yoongi flicks off the lights and grabs for the remote. “What do you want to watch?”

You chew on your pizza crust thoughtfully. “La La Land?”

The rapper snorts. “Really?”

“What can I say, I’m a sucker for well-spoken pianists. And fast rises to fame.”

“And here I thought you would’ve wanted a happy ending. I mean, the musician doesn’t even end up with the actress.”

“Happy endings are for suckers.” You press a hand to your forehead, dragging out your words dramatically. “You don’t understand me, Mom. Emotions aren’t real. Nothing matters, life is meaningless.”

“Oh god, you usually don’t bring out Emo Y/n until you’re at least two drinks in,” Yoongi groans good-naturedly.

You laugh, sitting back up. “Just play the damn movie, dumbass.”

The opening to Another Day of Sun starts playing, and… is it your imagination, or is Yoongi tapping along, as though it’s his hands at the keyboard?

Dork. You allow yourself a small smile in the dark room. If someone had told you, just a year ago, that you would be having movie nights with BTS’s Suga, acting alongside your ultimate idol, and– even just in character– kissing said idol, you would’ve thought they were batshit insane.

But now… Yoongi’s so pretty, in a thousand ways you never noticed through your screen. The timber of his voice when he wakes up with a hangover, the surprised delight of a particularly good pun, the sleepy whispers during your late-night phone calls. You would never have known that when he’s stressed, he clenches his fists so tightly his nails leave crescent moons on his palms. You could only have guessed at how much he swears in real life, how when he’s recording in his studio he leaves his phone in his room to avoid distractions.

The members are good at meshing their onstage and offstage personalities, sure. But Yoongi and Suga are like day and night to you now.

“I’m so lucky,” you murmur, as Emma Stone twirls happily in her yellow dress.

“Where did that come from?” Yoongi asks, tossing a pillow at you. You bat at it lazily, only half watching the movie.

“It’s just pretty crazy, huh? How far we’ve come?”

“Psh, that it is. Thank goodness your shoe broke that night.”

You lift your hand to your throat, rubbing the Starry Night charm on its new chain. “Thank goodness I told you the truth eventually.” And in that moment, with the movie on and the lights low, with your belly full and nighttime settling on the city, you feel equal parts strong and vulnerable. It’s always the dark with us, isn’t it?

“Fame, flashlight– gi-give it to me!”

“Gah!” You jump and fumble for your phone. Shit. Shit. Why wasn’t it on vibrate?

Yoongi, of course, bursts out laughing. “You’re kidding me. Y/n, that’s your ringtone?”

“Shut up,” you hiss, answering the call. You don’t like picking up unknown numbers, but it could be a job offer. “Hello?”

A deep voice you don’t recognize responds. “Hello, may I speak to l/n y/n?”

“This is she.”

“My name is Detective Kang, with the Seoul Police Department. I need to interview you here at the station at your earliest convenience. Would you be able to come in tonight, or perhaps tomorrow?”

Your heart seems to pause. “Police?” You immediately think back to all of your recent actions– you definitely paid for your groceries, and the rent, and the medicine for your injured leg. Hell, you haven’t so much as jaywalked in the last week. Did you accidentally break the law somehow?

On hearing your voice, Yoongi sits up. “Y/n? Is everything okay?”

“You’re not under any suspicion, ma’am,” Detective Kang continues. “We believe you may be able to contribute to a case. This will just be an interview– you’re not legally required to come in.”

“A case? But, um, how can I help?”

“Well, I’m with the Missing Persons division, and–”

A sense of dread fills your stomach and clouds your mind at the detective’s words. Missing Persons? What?

“-We hope you may be able to provide us with some insight as to the recent disappearance of Lalisa Manoban.”

Your heart, which was pounding hard in your chest, now seems to have left your body entirely.

“Lisa’s… missing?”

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littleoases · 5 years

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It’s been awhile since HNITS has been out and I can’t help but to think how Hannah and Baker would be living together! Or possibly engaged! Could we get a one-shot about where they would be in their lives all this time later?

Hannah is determined to get a run in after work, even if it means she’ll be cutting it close for their Bachelor in Paradise viewing party. It’s the finale tonight, which means at least one of the couples will get engaged, but Hannah only cares about one pairing: the two women. She and Baker have been glued to the TV screen for weeks, ever since Demi’s girlfriend, Kristian, joined her in Paradise. They’ve never seen two women fall in love on this show before. They’ve hardly seen two women fall in love in real life.

As she runs up and down the streets of their quaint, laidback neighborhood, Hannah can’t help thinking about how a proposal between two women on the show would work. She’s been thinking a lot about proposals between women lately. Not for any particular reason or anything.

“Feel better?” Baker asks when Hannah hustles through their apartment door. She’s standing at the kitchen counter, arranging a cheese plate, her hair thrown up in a messy topknot. And maybe it’s because Hannah’s been thinking about rings and proposals and weddings, but she can’t help adoring Baker in that moment. They’ve lived together for three years now, but coming home to each other will never get old.

Hannah draws close to her and steals a swig from her water glass. She feels a playful energy coming over her, the one she often gets when Baker’s trying to concentrate on something and Hannah wants to distract her. Just to be a skootch, she nudges the cheese plate away from Baker’s reach.

“Oh no, here we go,” Baker says, rolling her eyes. “Are you overflowing with endorphins again? Gonna flirt with me like a middle school boy?”

“I like flirting with you,” Hannah says, grinning.

“You like messing with me.”

“Because you’re cute when you’re distracted.”

“Mhm.” Baker pulls Hannah towards her, but then she pauses and wrinkles her nose. “Honey, you need a shower, like, yesterday.”

Hannah leans into her. “Aww, that’s so sweet of you to say.” She pulls a squirming Baker even closer. “Wanna give me a kiss? Maybe here, on my neck? Peak sweatiness?”

“You’re gross,” Baker says, but she’s laughing. She plants a quick kiss on Hannah’s mouth. “Eugh, I can taste it. Get in the shower. Everyone will be here in 20 minutes.”

She swats Hannah on the ass, hurrying her along. Hannah nicks a piece of cheese straight from the center of the the plate, just to mess with her one more time, but she does as she’s told and heads for the bathroom.

Their shower smells like lavender—Baker’s favorite bubble bath scent—and for a moment Hannah wishes they weren’t hosting friends tonight so she and Baker could take a long, relaxing soak in the garden tub. It’s become one of their favorite things to do since they moved into this upgraded apartment. Some nights, after they’ve cleaned up dinner, they’ll sink into a hot bubble bath and talk about the next vacation they want to take. Baker will float ideas about skiing and safaris and architecture tours, and Hannah will hold her around the middle, pressing their naked skin together, nuzzling her nose into the baby hairs at the back of Baker’s neck.

Hannah’s heart beats faster just thinking about it.

“Han!” Baker calls from the kitchen, as if she knows Hannah’s mind is starting to wander.

“Yeah?!” Hannah shouts back.

Baker yells something else, but it’s muffled and unclear.

“I can’t hear you!” Hannah laughs under her breath because no matter how many times they go through this back-and-forth with one of them in the shower and one of them shouting from the kitchen, they never seem to learn.

The shower curtain rips back, and Hannah opens her eyes to find Baker hovering there with a spoonful of icing.

“Try this,” Baker orders, her face alight like it always is when she’s happy with a new recipe. Her eyes flit over Hannah’s naked body, but she focuses on the icing again. Hannah can tell she’s in full-on hostess mode.

“Mm,” Hannah says, licking the frosting off the spoon. “You made that?”

“For the cupcakes. I’m icing them now. I’m gonna draw engagement rings on top.”

Hannah laughs. “Brilliant, babe.”

Baker leans against the wall. Her attention is fully on Hannah now, her eyes roaming over Hannah’s skin. “You have the cutest little body,” she says, as if she hasn’t seen it a million times before.

“I know, right?”

Baker gives her another trademark eye roll. “Come here, asshole.”

She kisses Hannah in a gentle, routine way, and Hannah’s can’t help but flick water at her until Baker starts to laugh into her mouth.

It’s just a few friends who come over. Gretchen, the vet tech from Baker’s office; Connie, the teacher down the hall from Hannah; and Britta and Devin from their kickball league. It’s the same group of people every time, and they all know whose favorite contestants are whose, and it’s an accepted fact that Devin will bring a pack of beer even though Baker tells her not to worry about it.

The first time they hosted a viewing party, Baker went wild with the cleaning. She dusted every nook of their bookshelf, wiped down the inside of the microwave, even added the fancy decorative pillows to their bed despite Hannah’s protests that no one would see their bedroom anyway. Now that they’ve had the gang over too many times to count, they can get away with merely folding the blankets on the couch and scooping up Charlie’s chew toys.

Hannah’s phone rings when she’s in the middle of lighting the scented candles. She knows it’s her sister even before she answers the FaceTime call.

“What, weirdo?”

Joanie takes a theatrical sip of her wine. She’s wearing the fluffy scarlet bathrobe her latest boyfriend bought for her birthday. “Make the show start. I’m dying.”

“You look dumb in that bathrobe.”

“You’re just jealous. Give the phone to Baker. I like her better.”

“No. Who are you watching with tonight?”

“Gina,” Joanie says, referring to her roommate. “But she went out for more wine. Are y’all excited for your girls, or what?”

“So excited!” Baker shouts from the kitchen.”

“Don’t jinx it,” Hannah says. “We’re not positive they’re getting engaged.”

“Oh, please,” Joanie says flatly. “They’re so in love they make you two look like straight girls.”

“That’s offensive,” Baker says, now sorting apricots onto the cheese plate. Hannah catches her eye and Baker gives her that secret look she loves.

“We gotta go, Joanie. I have to help Baker put the food out.”

“Yeah, right. More like eat it while Baker does the actual work.”

“Accurate,” Baker says without looking up.

“Whatever. We’ll call you after the show.”

“Call me at commercial,” Joanie orders. “We gotta discuss their rings. I’ll let you know which ones Baker would be into.”

“Very funny,” Hannah says, even though she always pays attention when Baker gives her opinion on other people’s engagement rings. Again, not for any particular reason. “Bye.”

“Bye.”

Hannah joins Baker at the counter, steals an apricot off the plate. “Baby,” she says thoughtfully, chewing for a moment. “Do you really think they’ll get engaged tonight?”

“Why not?” Baker says. “The show has been treating them just like the straight couples.”

“But it’s like…too good to be true.”

“My question is: Will they both propose? Or just Demi?”

Hannah nicks another apricot off the plate. She gives Baker a bite of it and they stare at each other for a moment, considering.

“Maybe they’ll both do it?” Hannah says.

“I hope so. That would be cool.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“So does that mean you want both of us to propose, when the time comes?”

“Hmmm,” Baker says, exaggerating her thinking face as if she’s never considered this question before, though Hannah would bet all her money that she definitely has. “Well. I would like to propose to you, for sure. If you want to propose back, go for it.”

Hannah snorts. “‘Propose back’?”

“What else do you wanna call it, punk?” She pulls Hannah into her, her arms snug around Hannah’s waist. “I’m getting down on one knee, either way. You can reciprocate if you want to.”

“Recipro-gay-te.”

“Yes,” Baker says, pulling her even tighter. “That.”

“Just marry me now.”

“Right when the show’s about to start?”

“Yeah.”

“Let’s wait ’til commercial.”

“Okay.”

Baker kisses her, and that’s when the doorbell rings.

Hannah’s not sure whether it’s the beer or the general giddiness she’s had all evening, but when the moment comes for Demi to propose to Kristian, she actually tears up.

She and Baker are on the smaller couch, fingers intertwined, knees bumping together. Their friends have gone quiet, knowing how big this moment is for them, except for Devin, who starts whooping from her spot on the floor.

When Demi drops to one knee in front of Kristian, Hannah can’t help glancing at Baker.

Her eyes are shining; her mouth is the slightest bit open. She looks like a kid stepping into Disney World for the first time. Hannah couldn’t love her any more if she tried.

By the time Kristian has said “Yes,” Baker is looking back at Hannah. She notices the wetness in Hannah’s eyes and makes her Oh, honey face, laying a hand along Hannah’s cheek.

“It’s really real?” Hannah asks.

Baker looks at the TV, then back to her again. “It’s real, Han.”

And Hannah knows she’s being silly, because it’s not like they know these two women on this manufactured reality show, but she can’t help the expansive feeling in her chest, the one that hints at what’s to come for her own happy ending.

After their friends have left and Joanie’s manic FaceTime call has ended, it’s just the two of them and Charlie again, snuggled up on the couch together.

“Can we take a bath?” Hannah asks.

Baker kisses the spot below her ear. “Yes.”

They sink into the hot lavender water, but tonight they don’t talk about vacations. They talk about honeymoons.

***

Additional HNITS one-shots here.

If you enjoyed reading this, I hope you’ll do me a solid and add my upcoming release, Late to the Party, to your Goodreads shelf! (You can also pre-order it here.)

#HNITS #Her Name in the Sky #Bachelor in Paradise #demi x kristian #HNITS one-shot #this will be the last one of these for a while #I've got two other books in the works that I need to concentrate on #thanks y'all!

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mydemimonde · 4 years

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‘muse’: ch. 3 | matt (bbtl)

here’s chapter 3 for y’all matt supremacists! remember that if you want to be included in the taglist, just comment or send me a message!

CHAPTER 3

The news felt like a big bucket of cold water falling on top of her head. Of course she was Matt’s girlfriend. Javed’s father would never approve of her, if she ever wanted to date Javed.

Emma smiled at her. “Hello Mia! Matt told me a lot about you” Matt looked at her proudly.

“Oh, he did?” it almost sounded like a whisper. Emma nodded and gave Matt a peck on the lips. Mia was about to throw up. At least she wasn’t the only one, because Javed’s expression was the reflection of what she felt inside and was trying to hide. “Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you Emma”

“Nice to meet you girl!” she turned to Javed. “You must be Javed, right?” he nodded, a little bit awkward. “Nice to meet you too!” Well, she seemed nice. Mia tried to think that at least. “Matt told me you’ve never had a girlfriend” she looked confused. “Is that against your religion?”

Uhm… what the fuck?

Javed shook his head. “No…”

“I was trying to find him a girl” Matt said as he put his arm around her shoulders. “Do you remember your cousin, Lyla?”

Emma’s eyebrows raised and smiled. “Yes! Javed, you’ll love her. She’ll arrive here tomorrow, so you’ll meet her”

Javed smiled awkwardly. Poor lad, this is so embarrassing thought Mia. She wanted to punch something.

“We have to go now, see you tomorrow?” he said as Emma grabbed his arm, almost pulling him towards her.

“Sure mate” said Javed reluctantly. Mia just nodded and smiled. As soon as the lovebirds left, Javed turned to Mia. “Are you ok?”

“Of course, why you ask?”

“Don’t do that. Everything was just fine before we got here, and when you saw Matt and Emma kissing it seemed like you saw a car crash happening right in front of you” she sighed. “You’re still in love with him”

“Maybe” she said, lengthening the ‘m’. They walked to her house and sat on the sidewalk. “Definitely”

“Then tell him”

“How? He’s got a girlfriend now. And she’s beautiful…” she mumbled, looking at Matt’s house and remembering how gorgeous Emma is.

“Don’t tear yourself down Mia, you’re beautiful and interesting. Besides, you have no idea how Matt was always talking about you after you left. He wouldn’t stop”

“Yes, because he’s my friend and he missed me”

Javed looked at his feet. It broke his heart to see his friend, the one who has always been by his side, defending him from bullies at school, totally heartbroken.

Mia shook her head to clear her mind. “Anyway J, my mum wants to invite both of you for lunch. On the weekend, I think, before we start school”

“Sounds great! Mum wants you to come over too, after she’s done with work. She’s been busy these past days”

She smiled. “Tell her I miss her too, your sisters as well. Where are they, by the way?”

“They’re at my aunt’s house. They’ll be here in a few days, before starting school” he looked at his watch. “I should be going; lunch will be ready in a moment”

“Yeah, me too. Bye J, see you later” they got on their feet and returned to their houses.

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Lunch was delicious, but Mia wasn’t very hungry. She just wanted to have a warm bath and sleep all day. Is this what heartbreak felt like? She helped her mum with the dishes and quickly ran to her room, playing some music in her record-player. She let her body fall onto her bed.

Then, a knock on the door. “Mia? Can I come in?” asked Nellie, head poking.

“Sure” she sat on her bed. Nellie sat next to her. “What’s up?”

“You ate very little, are you ok?”

“I’m not really hungry, but I’m fine. Liar.

Nellie tilted her head. “I know you, something’s bugging you. You know you can count on me, right?”

Mia forcibly smiled. “Matt’s got a girlfriend” her sister’s eyes widened. “Her name’s Emma, she’s beautiful. Long legs”

“That sucks. You can’t give up, though. I bet they won’t last long” Mia chuckled, her sister always tried to make her smile, and she was thankful for that.

“Oh, may the gods hear you. I don’t know Nell, he seemed really into her. Maybe I should just focus on getting high marks so I can attend a good college” she stood up and looked through her window. “Boys ain’t shit”

“Amen” Nell put her hand on her heart, agreeing with her sister’s statement. “Still, try a little bit more”

Mia thought back about what Javed told her earlier. “You know, Javed told me Matt wouldn’t stop talking about me after I left” she turned to her sister.

“If Javed told you, it means something. But as I said before, you have to try” Mia nodded. “Oh, I was forgetting. Mum prepared some smoothies”

“Strawberry?” Nellie nodded. “Yes” she extended her arms in the air, celebrating. They went downstairs and took their glasses. “This is delicious mum” Mia was tasting heaven on her tongue.

“Thanks honey. Oh, have you told Javed and Matt about lunch?”

“Aha, Javed can’t wait for Sunday to come, and Matt… oh damn, I forgot to tell Matt. I will this afternoon” she sat on the couch and turned on the TV. Bruce Springsteen was giving an interview. “Look mum, your crush”

Susie quickly ran to the couch. “He’s dreamy. Don’t tell your dad” both sisters laughed. “Oh, if you’re going to Matt’s house this afternoon, tell him that your dad wants to talk to his. Something about a job offer”

“Ok, will do. Well, I’m gonna take a shower” Mia cleaned the empty glass and went upstairs to the bathroom. The water was warm and she relaxed at the second. She thought about what Javed told her earlier, feeling a little bit of hope.

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When nap time was over, Mia finished reading her favourite book and went downstairs. She went out and saw Mr Evans taking care of his plants. She smiled and waved hello. He returned the smile. “Have a nice day, Mr Evans”

“You too, little Mia” she turned to Matt’s house, hoping to see his father and say hello. She hasn’t seen him since she returned, and was a funny lad. It was like an uncle to her, always making her laugh with stupid jokes.

She knocked on the door. Nothing could’ve prepared her for the sight she’d have to witness in the next few seconds. Emma answered the door, hair messy, wearing just a shirt. Matt’s shirt.

“Emma!” Mia heard Matt’s voice coming from inside the house, he sounded kind of annoyed. “Why are you answering the door just wearing that?” Matt had the first three buttons of his red shirt unbuttoned; he fixed his leather pants before smiling at Mia. “Oh, hi Mia” he crossed his arms, leaning on the door frame.

Mia felt her throat dry. “Hi…” it sounded almost like a whisper. Suddenly, she felt small. “Uhm… sorry for interrupting, I, I should go…” she turned around to leave the most awful scene she’s seen. But Emma pleaded her to stay.

“No, Mia, actually you came just in time” Mia’s eyebrows furrowed. “I’m organizing a party tonight, here in Matt’s house, and we wanted you to come. It will be small, we’re welcoming my cousin” she smiled.

“Oh, really?”

“Yes!” exclaimed Matt. “Javed’s also invited, I should tell him now. Why did you come here, by the way? Do you want to talk to me?”

“Uhm… actually…” she seemed to forget the words. “I came here to tell you that my dad wants to speak to yours”

“Okay, he’s not here at the moment, but I will tell him. Are you coming tonight?” she doubted for a few seconds. “Oh Mia, pleaseeee” he pouted.

“Alright, yes, I will” Matt exclaimed a ‘yay’. “Okay, I’ll go now, goodbye guys” she turned her back to them, fighting the tears.

“Wait! Could you tell Javed about the party? I’m sure his father hates me, and he doesn’t want me near his son”

“Sure, don’t worry” answered Mia, not turning back.

The door behind her closed and she went to Javed’s house. She wiped a tear away before knocking on the door.

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littlemarvelfics · 5 years

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Ghost: Chapter Six

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Word count: about 2,300

Warning: descriptions of abuse

A/N: I hope y’all are still enjoying this story! I’ve been writing a lot more lately so I might start posting a bonus oneshot here and there in addition to the Wednesday post. Thanks for reading! Comments are always appreciated!

You and Steve spent most of your free time together over the next few weeks. You went out on coffee or dinner dates and walks through the city. Steve would visit you at work, sitting alone in a booth for the majority of your shift. The two of you would spend nights on your couch, Winston tucked on your laps, watching movies or TV shows that Steve had wanted to catch up on.

That was the position you found yourself in tonight. You were sitting on your couch, snuggled under a blanket with your head resting against Steve’s shoulder while he scratched Winston who was sleeping in his lap. Breakfast at Tiffany’s played in the background as Steve cleared his throat.

“So, I have a mission to go on tomorrow. I have to leave in the morning.”

You straightened up and faced Steve.

“What? Where? Why are you going?”

Steve leaned forward and kissed your forehead.

“It’s better if you don’t know any of that.”

“But you’ll be okay, right? How dangerous is it?” You could feel the panic starting to bubble in your chest, and it seemed Steve could sense it too. He turned to face you completely, Winston jumping off his lap in the process.

“Hey, hey,” he said, rubbing his hands up and down your arms. “It’s gonna be okay; it always is.”

You sighed but nodded in agreement.

“I promise,” he reiterated. “I’m coming back to you. I can’t leave my girl behind for too long now can I?”

“‘My girl’?” you questioned with a quirked eyebrow. “Awful presumptuous of you Rogers.”

Steve’s cheeks started turning pink, and he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Yeah, I guess I haven’t really asked you yet. And I know dating is probably different now and we haven’ know each other--”

“Are you asking me to go steady Steve?” you asked, cutting off his rambling.

“Yeah, I guess I am.”

“One condition,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck and situating yourself in his lap.

“Anything,” he answered quickly.

“Promise me you’ll be careful. I’ve heard stories involving you and jumping from planes without a parachute.”

“Promise,” he said with a chuckle.

The next morning, Steve untangled himself from you and got out of your bed while you shifted around to get comfortable in his absence. Steve looked down at you and smiled, knowing he was falling in love with you. You snuggled closer into the pillow he had been using, inhaling deeply. Steve couldn’t help but admire you, messy hair and makeup-free face, still soundly asleep. He knew it was fast to call it love, but he couldn’t deny that’s what it was. Steve knew you were always worried about your past; he had woken you up from a nightmare on more than one occasion. But looking at you now, you looked so peaceful. He didn’t want to wake you, but he knew you would want to say goodbye before he headed off for his mission. He crouched down by the side of the bed and ran his thumb over your cheekbone. You instantly nuzzled into his hand, bringing a smile to Steve’s face.

“Baby? Wake up Y/N.”

You let out a groan.

“Nu-uh. Too early. Come back to bed.”

“I can’t sweetheart. I gotta head to the compound.”

With that, you opened your eyes and sighed.

“How long will you be gone?”

“No longer than a week.”

You got out of bed and walked him to your door when you realized you were still wearing Steve’s teeshirt that he had worn under his sweater.

“Oh shoot, lemme change out of this.”

“Nah, keep it,” he said, taking your hand to stop you from leaving. “It looks better on you anyway.”

You looked down at your feet and felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. Steve out a finger under your chin and lifted your head until you met his eyes.

“Take care of yourself while I’m gone beautiful.”

“You too,” you sighed, wrapping your arms around Steve and pulling him down for a kiss.

“I’ll be back before you know it.”

And with that, he was gone.

The week seemed to drag on, especially since you hadn’t been able to talk to Steve since he left. You went through the motions and wondered how the super soldier had so easily found a place in your heart. Ever since Will, you had been guarded, not letting anyone in until you were sure they wouldn’t hurt you like that. Whenever your mind wandered, it wandered to Steve. To his laugh, his snores, the way he held you at night and the way his shampoo smelled.

One night while you were walking around your apartment dressed in Steve’s shirt and a pair of PJ pants with your hair in a loose braid over your shoulder, you heard a knock at the door. You dumped some food out for Winston and walked over to the door, looking out the peephole. Seeing it was Steve, you eagerly opened the door, but your face dropped, and you let out a gasp when you saw all of him. His hair was dirty and disheveled; there were cuts in his uniform and blood smeared everywhere.

When Steve finally looked up to meet your eyes, you winced. There was a black eye forming and a cut on his forehead. His usually bright eyes looked dull and wet with unshed tears.

“Steve…” you said at a loss for words.

“Hi,” he said with a hoarse voice. “I’m uh… I’m back from the mission. And to be honest, I didn’t want to be at the compound, and I didn’t want to be alone either. I just wanted you.”

“Okay,” you said, gesturing for him to come in. You opened your arms to hug him after closing the door, and that’s when the dam broke. Steve practically fell int your arms, burying his face into your neck.

“Steve, honey, I need you to sit on the couch for me,” you said, pulling him along with you.

Steve sat on the couch and pulled you into his lap, holding you firmly until his breathing started to even out. You leaned back to look Steve in the eye, running your thumb along his cheekbone.

“Steve, why don’t you go take a shower, and I’ll get you some fresh clothes from your place and make you a cup of tea or something?”

Steve nodded silently before digging around for his key, dropping it into your waiting hand. You slid off his lap, and he slowly rose from the couch, making his way to your bathroom. You quickly filled the kettle with water and put it on the stove before going over to Steve’s apartment. You grabbed some clean clothes for him and then went back to your place, sticking your arm into the bathroom to drop the clothes off.

The kettle started whistling soon after you dropped off his clothes and you poured a cup of tea for yourself and Steve, bringing them into the living room and setting them on your coffee table before getting settled on the couch, waiting for Steve to join you. A few moments later, he did plopping down beside you, leaving a gap between the two of you, so you weren’t touching. You reached out and put your hand on his knee, trying to comfort him. He flinched at your touch and pulled about quickly. You furrowed your brow in confusion.

“Steve--”

“I’ve never done this before,” he whispered, cutting you off.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, when I was growing up, I was taught not to do this. Not to be weak in front of your girl.” He turned to face you. “I’m supposed to be strong for you, Y/N. I promised I would be strong for you,” he finished with a sigh. You grabbed both of his hands in yours.

“Steve, I never want you to feel that way okay? If we’re doing this relationship thing, it needs to be an equal partnership. We support each other. Sometimes I need you to carry me through the day. And sometimes you need to be carried. That’s how it goes Steve. I care about you so much, and I want to help you.”

Steve nodded but stayed silent, avoiding your gaze.

“You know, before my mom left, she would do this thing when I had a bad day. She’d let me lay my head in her lap, and I’d stay there until things were a little better. I know a failed math test can’t compare to whatever happened on that mission but would you like to try it?”

Steve hesitated before slightly nodding. The two of you shifted yourselves until Steve had his head in your lap, facing away from you as you ran your fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp lightly. You started absentmindedly humming a song until eventually, Steve took a breath and started talking.

“The mission was going okay; we were getting it done. Then on the last day, we were walking to an area we thought was abandoned. Bucky was on the comms in the middle of cracking a joke about how eager I was to get back to you when some kind of bomb went off right next to him. I didn’t even think, I just ran. And for a minute, I swear to God I thought I lost him again.”

You were at a loss for words, so you just kept running your fingers through his hair.

“He’s fine now, just a concussion and some cuts and bruises. But for a second when he was laying there, I was back in 1945 watching my best friend die and I just… couldn’t do that again. But I held it together. Right then Bucky needed a Captain, not a best friend. So I got him back to the jet where Banner could check him out. He said he would be fine and we made it back to the compound with no issues and they got him all fixed up. I was standing there staring at him, and everything just felt too cold. But you, Y/N, you’re warm. You’re so warm, and I needed to see you.”

“It’s okay Steve; you’re always welcome here.”

Steve kissed your knee and then turned, so he was on his back, looking up at you.

“I think you might be the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he whispered earnestly.

“You know I was recently thinking the same thing about you.”

Steve smiled up at you, and the two of you continued talking until he finally fell asleep. You kept running your fingers through his hair, admiring the handsome face in front of you finally relaxing now that he was asleep. As you sat there for a while longer, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander to when you had tried to comfort Will for the first time.

You walked into Will’s apartment, kicking off your heels as you went. You had just been to the funeral where they buried Will’s mother.

You had tried getting Will to talk to you, but nothing seemed to work, so you left it alone-- until he starting drinking. His back was to you as he stood at the bar cart, pouring the dark liquid into a glass with ice.

“Will? Maybe you shouldn’t be drinking right now; you haven’t had anything to eat yet today.”

“Don’t fucking tell me what to do,” he hissed.

“Will,” you sighed, placing your hand on his shoulder.

Suddenly, he whipped around to face you.

“I said ‘Don’t fucking tell me what to do’!”, he roared, smacking you across the face, the sound being drowned out by the crash of the bar cart falling into the ground.

“Now look what you made me do, you stupid bitch!” he said, hitting you once again. This time you fell to the ground, the force of his slap knocking the wind out of you.

“Clean it up,” he said, downing his drink in one swallow. “I’m going to lay down.”

You blinked away the tears that usually came with memories of Will. Looking down at Steve, you thought of the similarities between the two men. Both handsome, strong men who vowed to protect people but that’s where their likeness stopped. Somehow, you already knew that Steve would never raise his voice to you, much less hurt you in any way. The realization brought you a sense of calm and relief you had only ever felt with Steve.

Will watched the pair on Y/N’s couch from the comfort of his own living room. It had been almost a week since he had broken into Y/N’s apartment and installed the covert surveillance cameras to keep an eye on her. He watched at Y/N ran her fingers through Steve’s hair. Weak. That was all Steve was. A weak excuse of a man. Showing up at Y/N’s door crying? Pathetic. Y/N needed someone to take care of her, give her a purpose, tell her what she needed. She had never been able to figure it out on her own. That’s where Will came in. He knew they belonged together and for the most part, her behavior hadn’t required much correcting, but now she was in for it. How dare she think she could just up and leave him? After all he had done for her? That dumb little bitch. But it wouldn’t be much longer until Will got her back, the cameras were the last step. Now that he knew he routine, it would be even easier to take her back and make her understand just how good he was for her. It would only be a few more days.

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izzy-b-hands · 5 years

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Happy At Home-Part Seven

We’ve reached the end of this fic! The first multipart fic I’ve finished up completely in ages, actually. It has been an absolute joy to write, and has given me inspiration to attempt another sometime in the near future. Of course, I’ll be writing plenty of Sledgefu one-shots in the meantime-I still have a huge prompt list to work through!

Thanks to all who read/like/reblog, and I hope you enjoy this last part!

He awoke to the sound of yowling cats.

“Now, we’re all gonna look nice for dinner, so you come back here!” Snafu’s voice echoed down the halls, along with sound of skittering claws. “All it is-come here-just a damn bow! You’ll look beautiful, Queen!”

Slowly, Eugene rose from the couch. Little Sid was sitting in front of him, meowing pitifully as he tried to grab and eat the red bow tied around his neck.

“What did Daddy do to you?” Eugene asked, picking him up and moving the bow to the back of his neck. “Better? Least you can run without it in your face then, right?”

He set Little Sid down, who immediately flopped on his back and yowled.

“Fine then. But it isn’t too tight, and you do look very nice. Give it a go, you might get used to it,” he replied.

Little Sid fussed at his feet as he stood and left to find Snafu.

The kitchen was empty-a mess, but empty of cats or his husband. A quick search of the fridge revealed most of the food-salad, rolls, dessert, and even the hated main dish ready to go and even plated nicely.

The halls and the rest of the main floor were empty too, but bits of the hardwood flooring bore scratch marks. He was getting close.

Finally, upstairs, he found Snafu-or more accurately, Snafu’s ass and legs, since the rest of him was under the bed in the master/now guest bedroom.

“Queen! You are setting a bad example for Little Sid and Gunner, and I will not have it!”

Gunner was on top of the bed, glaring down at Snafu’s lower half in between attempted bites at the bow messily tied around his neck.

“You aren’t gonna let me fix that, are you?” Eugene asked as he gently pet Gunner.

After a single pet, Gunner dashed away down the hall, apparently entirely fed up with both of his fathers.

“Sledgehammer? How are you feelin’?” Snafu’s voice was muffled from under the bed.

“Better. Still nervous, but not passin’ out anymore. How are you?”

“Uh, I-fuckin’ ow-am tryin’ to deal with our fussy children, who apparently don’t want to look nice for their grandparents,” Snafu huffed as he crawled backwards out from under the bed, a gentle thunk letting Eugene know he’d hit his head at least once on the way out.

“When did you get this idea, exactly?”

“Finished the food, figured I shouldn’t waste the time I had left over. I may be startin’ to regret it, slightly,” Snafu sighed as he stood up. “How much time till they get here?”

Eugene looked to his watch. “It is...uh. Four forty-five.”

They both darted out and down the stairs, Queen and her lack of a bow utterly forgotten.

“I should go brush my teeth again,” Eugene fussed as he worked to smooth Snafu’s wrinkled shirt.

“If you want, but I think you’re fine. My hair though...” Snafu was plucking at his collar, where it had shifted as he’d slept on the couch.

“Your hair is fine. Even if it was messy, you look cute with it that way,” Eugene replied. “Oh god. Are we ready? I’m not ready.”

“We’re ready. We got this,” Snafu wrapped him in a hug. “What’s the worst that can happen?”

“My parents disown me formally, tell everyone they know here about us so that we have to leave for our safety, and we have to run to find a new house and new jobs,” Eugene replied as he pressed a quick kiss to Snafu’s neck.

Snafu let him go, and frowned. “Darlin’. I didn’t mean you were supposed to answer that.”

“Sorry, nervous,” Eugene muttered. He was waiting for the sound of their car, the knock at the door, and it made him want to run and hide under the bed with Queen.

“Just breathe. Better to go into it thinkin’ everything will go well. If it doesn’t...we’ll figure it out as we go,” Snafu replied.

The sound of tires on the gravel made him leap out of his skin.

“You go set the food out. Don’t think any of it needs warming, but you make that call. I’ll go to the door,” Snafu said.

“I think I’m gonna be sick,” Eugene sighed heavily, willing himself not to run upstairs.

“Long as you aren’t all over the food! Do what you have to, sweetheart,” Snafu called as he ran for the door.

Setting out the food and the tableware was somewhat calming for the moment, until he heard their knock at the door.

“Mr. and Mrs. Sledge! Come in-Eugene is just gettin’ the table ready. Hope you’re hungry! Let me take your coats, and can I get you both a drink?” Snafu seemed to have lost his confidence too. He only rambled like that when he was nervous. It was adorable, but Eugene felt for him at the same time.

He walked out to the entry hall, even though every fiber of his being was screaming not to. He couldn’t leave Snafu to dangle like that though.

“Mom, Dad,” he started awkwardly as he met up with them.

Snafu’s eyes were wide, flitting from Eugene to Eugene’s parents as they both waited for a response.

Finally, his father cleared his throat. “Bourbon, if you have it. And Eugene, you-”

There was a beat, and then he could see tears in his father’s eyes just before he rushed forwards to hug him.

“You have no idea how worried we were. Hearin’ every day about someone’s son coming home in a coffin. You being back, being here-” his father was holding back the tears now as he moved back a step, looking Eugene up and down as if he didn’t think he was entirely real. “I can’t tell you how happy it makes us.”

For a moment, Eugene didn’t know where to go with it, what to say. “I-what about...I mean, I know Sid talked to you both, has probably talked to you a lot from the sounds of it-”

“We’ve had some work to do,” his mother said, stepped forward to take his father’s place and wrap him up in a tight hug. “I admit, this is still...different, than what I ever expected for you. But you’re here, and alive, and if you’re as happy together as Sid says...”

She stepped back, and shrugged awkwardly. “I suppose you can get used to anything new and different. Especially if it means you’re happy.”

Snafu was frozen off to the side, and he jumped as Eugene’s mother turned to him.

“Well? Come here, give me a hug. You’re family, so there’s no getting out of it,” she said, her arms open wide.

Snafu stepped forward slowly, but grinned once she hugged him. “Ma’am, I can’t begin to tell you how nervous we were-”

“Well, no need to be nervous anymore. We still need..a bit of time, but you should both know that we love you and want you happy and well. Speaking of, Eugene, do you not feed your husband?”

Eugene let himself laugh, the tension in his shoulders and neck not quite gone. “I do. That’s just how he is.”

“I’ll get you some recipes; we’ll fix it,” she said brightly. “Speaking of, what did you make for us?”

“Something exotic, from your time away?” his father asked, and Eugene bit back another laugh. The idea of tossing an old, mud-covered ration onto their plates was something else, but he had a feeling that they’d try and eat them anyway, pretending all the while they liked them.

“You both always loved ‘delicious combination’, right?” he asked right back.

His father’s face paled slightly. “Oh, of course. A good war-time meal. Sensible, as we recover from rationing. I’m sure it is just as wonderful as your mother made it.”

His mother wore a pained smile. “I didn’t think you liked that dish, Eugene.”

Snafu cracked up, moving away from her as he laughed. “I can’t. I can’t take this anymore. All of y’all stop. I wasn’t gonna let him kill you with that shit.”

“Then what the hell are we eating, Snaf darlin’?” Eugene asked, panicking. He hadn’t looked beyond the one shelf in the fridge in his nervousness, but he also couldn’t recall seeing any other dishes anywhere.

“You missed it, didn’t you? Should be finishing up in the oven just about now, if I timed it right. Pardon me while I go check on it, and get you that drink, Mr. Sledge,” Snafu was all light and happiness, damn near bouncing as he pressed a soft kiss to Eugene’s cheek before moving past him to the kitchen.

His parents were laughing. Smiling, laughing, happy as could be. It was the best shock he could have.

“You better count your blessings,” his mother said. “He seems like a good one.”

“I do, and he is,” Eugene replied, gesturing for them to follow him to the dining room to sit. “I don’t know what I’d do without him.”

“Same, darlin’,” Snafu said, walking into the room from the kitchen just in time to hear him, the plate of meatloaf in his hands. “My mother always told me to find one who’s mother had raised them right. You did a hell of a job, Mrs. Sledge.”

She blushed as Snafu set the plate down, whisked the ‘delicious combination’ away, and darted back into the kitchen. He was back a moment later with drinks for all of them, balanced carefully in his hands.

“With a mouth like that, I can see why you like him, Eugene,” his mother started.

He blushed immediately. He couldn’t help it. Snafu was red too, poorly hiding a grin behind his hand.

“So complimentary. But that’s all a part of it-you talk sweet and hold each other up no matter what. I’m happy for you both,” she continued. “But, I have to admit, I’m still surprised neither of you came home before heading out together. Where would that have put you...”

“Sid hasn’t told you my real name, has he?” Snafu smiled. “You can call me Merriell, if you’d rather ma’am.”

“Merriell,” she said warmly. “So, where was home for you?”

“New Orleans. Not much ‘home’ there though, if I’m honest. That’s Eugene now-home,” Snafu replied. “My parents haven’t even sent a letter back-and I know Eugene here sent one out to them for me, though I think he wanted that to be a secret from me.”

Eugene gave him a look. “How the hell did you know? I only did it because I figured it couldn’t hurt for them to know where to send a letter, if they missed you.”

“I don’t mind that you did it. It’s sweet. But honey-you really didn’t think I’d find it strange, you askin’ for their address and then sayin’ you were just curious?” Snafu grinned, and reached over to grab his hand and give it a squeeze.

He grinned and squeezed back. “Okay, you got me. Still wish they would have sent somethin’ back though.”

His parents looked down to their plates at that, and he wondered if they were thinking of the rather cold letters they’d sent him when he and Snafu had first been settling in Maryland.

Snafu was back on his usual rhythm. “But let’s get to the food before we keep talkin’.”

He held their hands for grace with no prompting, much to Eugene’s relief. They never said grace when it was just them-they’d gone over briefly that they simply didn’t feel the need for it themselves, but that they’d do it with others if they asked.

For a bit, it was quiet except for the sound of forks scraping. It was calming-an utterly normal scene that he’d been so afraid he wouldn’t get: his parents and his husband meeting, sharing a meal, and everyone getting along. All was well, the sky was not falling, and it made his heart feel like it would burst.

“How was it? Maryland?” his father asked.

“Cold as hell in the winter,” Snafu sighed. “Gettin’ down here was a blessing. Winter without all the snow and ice is the only winter I wanna deal with!”

“Eugene’s letters always made it sound so nice,” his mother interjected. “But your apartment-it wasn’t really that small, was it?”

“It worked out fine enough. Was more irritatin’ paying so much for so little,” Snafu replied. “But honestly, we’ve been lucky. Lots of other Marines, they came home and if they couldn’t move back in with parents or friends...well. There’s just not enough room to go around, it seems. That’s why this was such a boon for us too.”

“We couldn’t have found a house back in Maryland,” Eugene said. “Nothing like this, but nothing smaller either. We never could have afforded it, not if we wanted to save anything.”

“Well, I’m glad you both took us up on this, then. Better to have the room available, for guests and whatnot. Eugene mentioned a few other housemates-where are the cats?” his father asked, peering down to his feet as he took a bite out a roll.

It was Snafu’s turn to blush again. “I-well, let me start by sayin’ I wanted them to look nice for you. We got a bit dressed up, figured they should too. Just a little bow, not too tight. I think they might be hiding, or I’d show you. Got ‘em on two out of the three, anyway.”

“Oh, you didn’t,” his mother laughed. “Now how long did that take?”

“Probably longer than it should have. I’m not a quitter; I wanted them to look nice for tonight,” Snafu smiled. “If you really want to see them, I bet I can find them.”

“You do that, and I’ll get dessert. Wait’ll you have what Sna-Merriell’s made for you. You’ll never want any other dessert, I promise,” Eugene said as Snafu left the table, calling for the cats.

He cleared away the dishes, and by the time he was back out with the beignets and a new set of plates and silverware for everyone, Snafu had returned with Little Sid in his arms.

“Say hello to Little Sid. Sid, say hi to your grandparents,” Snafu instructed. Somehow, the bow was still on Little Sid, though it seemed to bear a few runs from his fangs.

His mother and father doted over the cat as though he was a proper grand baby, standing from the table to go pet him and compliment his bow. Little Sid was purring loud enough he could hear it from across the room, and it brought out the other two after a few moments.

“Who is this?” his father said, reaching down to pick up Gunner as he entered the dining room, his bow askew. “Not a fan of your bow, are you?”

Gunner meowed pitifully, but turned it into a purr as his father gently took off the bow. “There we are. You’re just as adorable without it, not that I don’t appreciate your effort, Merriell.”

“It was an ill-fated idea,” Snafu replied with a chuckle. “But I think doin’ that just made you Gunner’s new best friend.”

Queen was the last to trot in, her bow in her mouth, picked up from wherever Snafu must have abandoned it.

His mother squealed at sight of her. “Oh my word! Look at you! This must be Queen! And what a fitting name.”

She kneeled down to pet Queen. “I’m happy to be turning over my house to royalty.”

“And us,” Eugene said.

“Listen to that-they talk as if you don’t run the house. That’s okay, we both know the truth,” his mother said to Queen, who was purring just as loud as the other two now.

“Alright, the kids oughta get to bed now,” Eugene interjected. He was glad they liked the cats, but there would be more opportunities for them to come by and spoil them relentlessly. And what a happy thing to think of, too. “Dessert’s on as well.”

“You heard your father. Off to bed with the three of you,” Snafu said gently, letting Little Sid down.

Queen led the way, Gunner followed, and Little Sid trotted after them both, and his mother squealed again.

“They’re just the sweetest,” she sighed as they sat back down. “Be careful though-some of the cats from the next few roads over always have a habit of makin’ it over here. You might end up with kittens that way.”

Snafu’s expression could only be described as pure joy.

“We would not be able to keep all the kittens,” Eugene said.

“Of course not-we’d give one to Sid, one to your folks here, and one to your brother. Then we’d keep the rest,” Snafu replied.

Eugene could only shake his head as he dished everyone up, and watched for his parent’s reactions.

“You made these?” his father asked.

“Yessir. I do quite often too. Your son has a hell of a sweet tooth,” Snafu replied. “If you’d like, I could make sure to parcel some up from the next batch and we could bring them on over to you.”

“That would be very kind of you, dear. When you’re over for dinner at ours, why don’t you bring them then?” his mother asked.

That caught Eugene’s ear. “Dinner?”

“Well, we’ve got to return this favor and have you over. We’ll have to take turns, every couple of Sundays or something like that. We’ll invite Sid and his fiancee over too, for the next one.”

He reached for Snafu’s hand under the table, out of sight of his parents, and squeezed it tightly. “That sounds wonderful, Mom. We’d be honored.”

The conversation went on for another hour after that-thankfully, they didn’t bring up the war too much. Eugene didn’t think it would have ruined the night, but it would have been a dark topic for such a happy night. And now, there would be other nights to let the conversation go late, to serious topics and feelings.

Once his parents had been escorted to their car by the two of them, and they were back in the house flopped on the couch in the sitting room, himself laying in Snafu’s lap, he finally completely relaxed.

“That was...it went so well! I never expected-oh my God,” he was stuttering as Snafu played with his hair, smiling gently. “I feel like a huge weight is off my chest.”

“Same. I was worried, but my god, you have the nicest parents I’ve ever met,” Snafu said.

“How many parents have you met?” Eugene teased.

“None except yours, if I’m honest, but I do know what nasty parents are like. You got good ones,” Snafu replied.

“I’ve got so much good in my life, don’t I?” Eugene sighed. “Between you, them, the cats, Sid, Burgin-how the hell did I get so lucky?”

“You’re good yourself. You just attract it to you,” Snafu’s eyes were gazing down at his, radiating love. It was wonderful and so intense he almost couldn’t take it.

“That’s how we found each other-two good people, pulled together by that force,” Eugene said quietly.

Snafu nodded. “Not gonna be good tonight though.”

“My parents literally just left-”

“I know, which is good, because I can’t wait any longer to get you out of that uniform,” Snafu replied. “We haven’t properly broken in the bed yet, and that’s bad luck Sledgehammer.”

“You are somethin’ else,” Eugene laughed, standing from the couch.

“And you love it,” Snafu grinned.

He did. But right at that moment, reflecting on it all, it was not just Snafu, but everything about how things were now-they were happy, in a beautiful home, with family and friends that cared about them.

It was a very pure sort of happiness, and he loved that he was able to feel it so strongly, with someone he loved so much.

#text post #LeeH writes #Sledgefu #I had a sad version and a happy version of this part in my head #I'm glad I went with the happy one

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majesticmarais · 6 years

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Pinky Promise | J.A

Requested? yes by anon!

Summary: Y/n and Jack get in an argument after Jack continues to distance himself

Warnings? Swearing but what else is new, CHEESY AF

Word Count: 1.7k

Tags: @averysgarl @adorkableavery @seavveywdw @lovableherron @averys-headass @jackaverybabe @jackaverysboo @samithepixie @im-on-something-different

A/N: It’s been a lil while since I’ve written an imagine so I hope you enjoy!! I was on spring break so I was busy and I’m spending some time with my boyfriend before he heads back to LA so I’ll probably have more time to write soon, my motivation isn’t all there, anyway I’m rambling ENJOY THE IMAGINE! Also if you guys want more sad imagines since I know y’all liked the Jonah one leave me requests!!

I stood outside of Jack and I’s favorite lunch spot. The place where we always met up when we needed to talk about things, catch up after tour, or just spend a few hours when we wanted to be somewhere other than one of our houses.

I stood beside the bench, not bothering to sit on it since Jack was supposed to get here any second, no need to get too comfortable.

The warm California sun felt comforting as it shone against my skin, the light breeze rippling through my shirt as I watched people passing me along the sidewalk, each person so different from the other.

I pulled out my phone and checked the time, Jack was usually never late. Maybe he’s just in traffic.

After having stood outside for ten minutes, I decided to make my way into the restaurant, sitting down at the table Jack and I almost always sat at. As I tapped my fingers on the soft dark wood of the table, I stared out the window, expecting to see Jack show up, the bright sun reflecting off of his messy curls.

I sat there for almost another 30 minutes before ordering on my own, expecting that Jack had forgotten, and that he wasn’t showing up.

Jack had been pretty much blowing me off for the past few months. Now that he had better things to do and better people to spend time with, I always seemed to be a second option to him, or even a last option at that. It made me feel like he didn’t care any more, and I was losing the boy who I’ve loved for years, and who was my best friend and my rock.

I tried calling him and was sent straight to voicemail, the loud beeping sound making me cringe slightly as I furrowed my eyebrows, trying not to sound too annoyed as I spoke.

“Hey, Jack, it’s Y/N. Remember me? Yeah I guess you forgot we had lunch plans today so yeah I’m gonna eat and go home, talk to you later,” I muttered, placing my phone down slightly more aggressively than usual as I sat in silence, waiting for my food as the clinking of other people’s utensils against their plates mixed with their conversations filled the room.

My food was placed in front of me and I thanked the waiter politely, looking across at the empty chair that sat in front of me, one that was usually filled by the loud and happy presence of my best friend.

“Oh Jack,” I sighed to myself, picking up my fork, “why do you keep disappointing me?”

I sat on the couch in my apartment, watching reruns of my favorite show in hopes to distract myself from Jack forgetting about me once again. I wanted to hate him, but I couldn’t. I knew that he could do almost everything and I would go running to him with open arms the second he asked.

The coffee mug I was holding warmed up my hands as I watched TV, a tingling sensation appearing in my usually cold hands, making me shiver slightly at the feeling.

Breaking the comforting tranquility of my small, empty apartment was the loud sound of the doorbell, making me jump slightly at the unexpected sound. I set my mug on the table and stood up, sliding my feet along the wooden floors as I made it to the front, opening the door to reveal none other than my best friend, Jack.

I stood there silently, staring at him as his eyebrows raised in the middle, his lips parted as if he were about to say something, but we stood there in silence, the tension between us so thick you could cut it with a knife.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. I totally got distracted and didn’t realize what time it was and I just, I’m so sorry,” he rambled, clasping his hands together in front of him.

“Whatever, Jack, I don’t want to hear it,” I muttered, trying to shut the door on him but was interjected by his arm, making me let out a sharp exhale.

“Seriously, Y/n, I won’t do it again, can we just reschedule for tomorrow and be cool?” he asked.

“No, Jack, we’re not ‘cool’,” I snapped, “you’ve been blowing me off for months. Months. I seriously don’t think you give a fraction of a fuck about me anymore so if you want to just stop being friends completely just do it. It would hurt a lot less than me constantly trying to find a way to keep this friendship alive. I thought I mattered,” I ranted angrily, my hand still on the door frame, ready to shut it at any second.

“You do matter!” Jack retorted. “Obviously I care about you, Y/n, you’re my best friend. I just lost track of time!”

“Well clearly I don’t matter enough for you to actually commit to plans to see me. You’re not doing a very good job of being a best friend,” I snapped back, feeling my heart speed up as I stared at his face that I could always read perfectly.

“I’m busy, Y/n! Why does this matter to you so much anyway? You’re still my best friend I just can’t see you as much anymore and I’m sorry that living me dream is getting in the way!” he said, a tone of anger filling his voice now as he took a step closer to me, making me inch the door closed.

“It matters because I don’t want to fucking lose you, Jack!” I said back, my voice raising.

“You’re not losing me! You’re overreacting!” he replied.

“Am I?” I asked sarcastically, “Jack I would do anything for you. I bend over backwards for you constantly and break all my fingers for you and you barely lift one up for me. I have been in love with you for years and lately I’m lucky if I even get a text from you now that you’re off with better people!” I yelled, regretting my words instantly once they left my mouth, noticing that Jack’s eyes had widened.

“You what?” he asked, probably wondering if he just misheard me.

“I-I-nothing, just go Jack I don’t want to do this anymore,” I sighed.

“I’m not leaving,” he answered, his eyes piercing into mine.

“Fine then I will,” I scoffed, pulling my shoes on that were right next to me as I pushed past him, running out onto the street, not looking behind me, wondering if I really fucked up this time.

My legs dangled along the edge of the cliff that Jack and I used to always go to. I stared down as the waves splashed against the shore, the water making the rocks down below seem shiny as the sun reflected off them.

I wiped a tear from my eye and took a deep breath, taking in the smell of the trees and the water around me.

This was mine and Jack’s spot. It was like our sanctuary. We stumbled upon it one day a few years back when we were just adventuring together, and we instantly fell in love with it and began meeting there all the time. If we needed to talk, cry, or just escape from the bustling world a bit, this was where we went. It was just Jack and I here, now I wasn’t sure if there was a Jack and I at all.

Breaking me from my thoughts was the crunching of footsteps on branches behind me, causing me to jump and flip around, seeing Jack walking towards me, his arms up as he pushed tree branches out of the way of his face.

I turned back to face the water, looking down at it again, knowing he was getting closer. I felt his presence beside me as he sat down, his feet dangling along the edge right next to mine.

“How did you know I was here?” I asked, playing with my fingers as I averted my gaze from Jack.

“This is our spot. I had a feeling you would be here. Plus, I wasn’t that far behind,” he shrugged.

“I’m really sorry again, Y/n, I know I’ve been a really fucking shitty friend to you lately, but I really want to make it up to you. Please let me. I shouldn’t have told you that you were overreacting and I should have listened instead of being a defensive douche. I’m sorry,” he apologized profusely.

“I’m sorry too, I didn’t want to fight I just felt like I was losing you. I meant what I said by the way, about you know, so if that ruins things then I guess that’s fine,” I shrugged.

I continued staring down at the rushing waves, feeling Jack’s hand on mine, interlacing his fingers. I finally got the courage to look up at him, squeezing his hand gently.

“I’m in love with you too,” he said.

“Liar,” I mumbled.

“I’m not lying, Y/n, even though I know I haven’t done a good job at showing it,” he answered.

“You’re being so cliché,” I chuckled slightly, looking back at the water.

“Remember when we used to come here all the time?” he asked once he noticed my mesmerized gaze.

“Yeah,” I nodded, “It’s one of my favorite places in the world.”

“Anywhere next to you is my favorite place in the world,” he answered.

“So cheesy,” I chuckled again.

“I try my best,” he shrugged.

“I’m so sorry I’ve been so shit lately, Y/n. It’s definitely not because I don’t care. Life is so hectic and some days I don’t even know how to deal with it. I won’t disappoint you again,” he said.

“Promise?” you asked.

“I promise.”

“Pinky promise?”

He chuckled as he stuck his pinky out, linking it with yours as you both touched the pads of your thumbs together like you always did since you’ve known each other.

“Pinky promise,” he whispered, “forever.”

#jack avery #jack avery x reader #jack avery imagine #why don't we #wdw #whydontwe #why don't we imagine #wdw imagine #jonah marais #zach herron #daniel seavey #corbyn besson #limelight

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geniuscloud · 6 years

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NCT Dream Reaction - Crying In Front of Them

@selca-ships “Hey could you make a nct imagine of them reacting to you crying in front of them? Thanks! ❤️” *Later requested NCT Dream*

This is my first time ever making a reactions post, so sorry if it sucks!

I apologize for spelling mistakes, I ain’t got time to edit. Also if I edit my post the gifs go away so :-/

((ALSO IF I MESSED UP THE GIFS FOR THE MEMBERS I APOLOGIZE. MY GIFS AREN’T WORKING SO IT’S ALL BLANK, I’M CLICKING ON A RANDOM GIF RN.))

Mark

You had just gotten off of Skype with your parents, your boyfriend Mark was by your side. The one thing you had wanted was for him to meet your parents, and get their approval. More or less to show off what a wonderful guy you had met. You moved to Korea on a whim, without your parents, hoping to work for a large entertainment company after becoming obsessed with the way the entertainment industry worked in Korea; even if that meant just being a staff member.

“Your parents are so nice” Mark smiled, tucking the laptop to the side before returning to face you. His eyes were instantly met with your glossy ones, tears starting to spill from it’s ducts. Without saying a word, his smile faded, and he planted a kiss on the top of your head before pulling you into his side with a big hug. This was the first time he’d ever seen you truly cry, and it was unfortunately a feeling he knew all too well. Being a foreigner, all alone, and not even having the safety of friends or family around. He knew how lonely you must be feeling without your family.

“It’s okay baby, i’m here when you need me. Cry all you need to, i’m not leaving…”

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Renjun

You were sitting on the floor of his dorm room, as he attempted to clean up a little. Sharing a room with a bunch of guys often meant it was messy, and usually you’d offer to help. Though after the 3rd time of you ending up cleaning up for him, and decided to just sit on his bed and read. It was probably your favourite book, but the ending always made you tear up a little because you got attached to the male lead character.

“Oh my gosh, this plate must have been here since our debut! It’s moldy and stinks. No wonder why we couldn’t find out where that smell was coming from…” Renjun exclaimed, holding a plate with what may have once been food, from under one of the other members bed. He looked over to you, to see you in tears. The book face down on his bed.

“Is the smell REALLY that bad that you’re crying?”

“No you dork, my favourite character just died…” you sniffled, whipping your tears away.

“Aw, i’m sorry. Will a cuddle help?” he asked, walking towards you.

“Once you throw that nasty thing away, and sanitize your hands,” you giggled through a couple more tears.

“As you wish…”

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Jeno

Movie nights with Jeno were one of your favourite things. The two of you cuddled up together with popcorn and a package of chocolate chips which were also sprinkled around the bowl. It was his turn to pick the movie, but he suggested you picked it together in celebration of your 6 months anniversary. You settled on a film called ‘The Boy in the Stripped Pyjamas’ which neither of you have watched. The reviews were really good, it seemed interesting with the theme being around the war.

Little did you know, it was the most heartbreaking movie you’ve seen in a very long time. Most of the movie you were trying to hold back tears; but halfway through the movie, you tucked your face into his shirt and small sniffling started to escape your mouth.

“Are you okay?” he asked, patting the top of your head.

“No…” you whispered, gripping his shirt a little; your face still buried in his chest.

“You’re so cute when you’re cuddled like this, but don’t be sad. It hurts my heart for you to cry like this.”

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Haechan

“Can I see your hair?” Haechan asked as you pulled the hoodie tighter to your head.

“No! I look awful! It’s so short and my mom did such a bad job!”

“There is no way it could be that bad, just take off the hood.”

“Please don’t make fun of me…” you whispered, removing the hood. Your hair which once touched the middle of your back, now sat just above your shoulders, “I look like Dora the Explorer.”

“I thought you said it was bad?” Haechan wiped a tear from your eyes as you stared at the ground.

“I hate my stupid brother! I can’t believe he got my hair sucked up in the blowdryer!”

“It’s okay, I think this length looks cute on you. I like short hair anyways. If you want though… I’ll go with you to the hair salon so you can get it styled in a way you like. There is no need to cry angel.”

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Jaemin

(Y’all he looks so good in this gif)

“I’m really glad no one recognized us yet” Jaemin exclaimed as you two walked around the theme park. “I’m so glad we could go on a date in public without being harassed. I really want to ride the ferris wheel with you. I know heights aren’t really fun, but I think it would be romantic for us to be together.”

“U-uh yeah…” you smiled nervously. You were terrified of heights, but since Jaemin seemed to want to go on, you tried to hide your fears. He pulled you into the line and held your hand tight. The wait felt like forever, as people were loaded into the cars one by one. Each group that got loaded in, meant you were closer to getting on and being lifted over 50 feet in the air. Only two more groups stood from you and the front. You gripped his hand tighter as tears started to escape from your tear ducts.

“H-hey what’s wrong?” he asked looking at you with concern.

“I’m sorry, I just can’t do this. I’m too scared!” you cried.

“It’s okay, you should have just told me! We can go on something else if you’d like. Is the tea cups okay? We can go on that if you prefer?”

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Chenle

Ever since you moved to Korea a few years ago, your birthdays were often uneventful. Most of your friends still lived in your hometown, which meant “celebrating with friends” was just a 4 hour Skype conversation. Even though you had your first actual boyfriend, you expected that this year would be no exception. Chenle told you he had a schedule all day, and unfortunately would have to take you out another day.

“Hey y/n! Happy Birthday!” your best friend cheered into the phone.

“Ah thank you! I wish I could see your face. I miss you so much!”

“I’m sorry, we’ll have to Skype later tonight. I’m out for a bit, but once I get home we can Skype.”

“This is good enough for now. I’m just so glad to hear a friendly voice. I never realized how lonely it can be when you have to celebrate your birthday alone,” you whined as you flopped onto your bed.

“Cheer up! You have Chenle now!”

“Yeah I know, and I really wish he was here right now. He said he’s busy, so we’re going on a date another day to makeup for it.” That is when you heard a knock on your door. You rolled off your bed and went to answer the door, still not hanging up with your friend.

“He’s a good boyfriend though, from what you’ve told me.”

“I know, he’s fantastic… give me one second, someone is at the door” you sighed. You pulled open the door to see two familiar faces…

“Happy Birthday y/n!” Chenle cheered, pushing your best friend in front of him.

“OH MY GOD! YOU’RE HERE!? YOU’RE IN KOREA! DID CHENLE GET YOU HERE?!” You screamed, hugging your best friend. She nodded vigorously. You were crying so much as you clung onto your friend, holding them tighter than ever before. You had to pry yourself from your friend before attaching yourself to Chenle. Tears streamed down your face even harder as he tried to wipe some of them away with his thumb.

“Thank you Chenle so much, this is the best present ever! Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!”

“Anything for you… I know how lonely you were without your friends, so I thought i’d help bring one of them to you to make you happy.”

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Jisung

You were hunched over your desk with dozens of papers scattered everywhere, and your text book wide open. You had so many final exams coming up, and were up to your eyeballs in homework. On top of that, you had vocal and dance classes to attend, since you were still a trainee. Things were just starting to get too much, too quickly, and you didn’t know how to cope with the stress.

“Hey y/n, are you ready for our anniversary date?” Jisung asked, sneaking up behind you.

“That was today?!” you gasped, turning your head to face him.

“Yeah, did you forget?”

“I’m so so so sorry! I’ve been so busy, and I need to study, and I just have so much to do! It just escaped my mind, because of all of my things are due so quickly and I just can’t handle it!”

“If tonight it’s good, we can just reschedule I guess…”

“Please don’t be disappointed! I’m so sorry, I just-I can’t handle this anymore! I’m so stressed out, and I don’t know what to do!” you cried. Jisung was shocked to see you cry, but saw how hurt you were, and gave you a big hug.

“Don’t cry sweetie, i’ll order some food for us while you study, and maybe I can help you out? Then when you’re done, I’ll give you all the hugs you need.”

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(BONUS) Lucas

He wants to be in NCT Dream, so why the hell not.

(He’s so hot, i’m gonna bust a nut. I love those glasses on him. He’s not even my bias)

It was his first stage debut with NCT U; performing BOSS live on TV. You knew how hard he had been working, and how long he had been waiting for this day. You couldn’t help but be so proud of him, as he prepared for the stage. You stood off to the side, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek and cheered for him, before he walked into the stage.

Maybe it was the way he looked in his outfit, the way his voice growled when he rapped his lines, or just the overjoyed expression on his face. He was happy, and was doing something he prepared so long for. The overwhelming emotions started to pour out of you as did the tears. You were sobbing happy tears for him. Seeing your boyfriend finally getting to debut made you cry like you’ve never cried before.

When he got off the stage, he quickly ran to you and picked you up in a big swinging hug. When he set you back down and looked into your eyes, he saw them glossed over with tears.

“Baby, why are you crying?” he asked.

“I’m so proud of you! I love seeing you like this, and I’m just so happy for you! Can I not be proud of my boyfriend?!”

“Don’t cry, you’ll make me want to cry. I like it when you give me kisses, not tears, so do that instead please,” he admitted, puckering his lips out a bit.

“You’re lucky I love you…”

#nct dream #nct #Mark lee #renjun #jeno #haechan #jaemin #chenle #jisung #lucas #yukhei

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pcyheartgirlx · 6 years

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In The Bleak Midwinter [CH11]

Genre ;; Angst/Smut/Fluff/Romance

Pairing ;; Chanyeol x Reader x Seokjin

Word Count ;; 9.5k

Summary ;; “We’re all whores, we just sell different parts of ourselves.”

You own a multi-billion dollar company, servicing the biggest names in kpop, in more ways than one. Under the name “Starlight Catering”, you, your best friends, Damon and Maya, and your hundreds of workers provide stress relief for idols.

You have partially retired, not because you didn’t want to, but because Chanyeol was your muse. He was all that you had time for and all you needed. Until Jin came along.

So what happens when you mix fire and ice?

You get smoke and all the lines are blurred.

A/N ;; The aftermath of Chapter 10. Well at least from one side. This is kind of a Jin chapter and I didn’t even mean for it to be that way. I realized that if I wrote everything I wanted to write, this chapter would have been like 30k long. I mean, does that bother you guys? Let me know! I’m always down for writing longer chapters if you guys will wait for me...till the end of time...get it? like in the story? Okay my jokes are lame, I’ll stop rambling and let y’all get to reading <3

[PLAYLIST] [BACKSTORY] [PROLOGUE] [CH1] [CH2] [CH3] [CH4] [CH5] [CH6] [CH7] [CH8] [CH9] [CH10] [CH11] [CH12]

‘No arms or legs is basically how you live right now, Kevin. You don’t do anything.”

A loud pair of laughter followed Michael Scott’s line. You and Damon couldn’t stop cackling when Kevin gave him the saddest reaction.

“I fucking love this show,” you belted out, wiping the tears from your eyes. “The Office can literally make anything better.”

“Aw so you’re feeling better?” Damon said as he laid on his stomach to face you. The two of you were laying on your bed, using your laptop to watch The Office. You shrugged and pushed the used tissue that was on your keyboard to pause the show.

“I mean a little bit, I think it’s just cuz I’m feeling sleepy,” you replied as you took another spoonful of ice cream in your mouth. Damon opened his mouth, signalling him for you to give him a bite.

“I mean,” he said swallowing the ice cream you fed him. “Do you still feel like your heart is coming out of your chest?”

“No.”

“And you’ve stopped crying, no?”

“I guess.”

“Well alright, step one is done!” He closed the laptop and put it on your nightstand. “You can’t expect everything to go away now, (Y/N).”

“No I know. I just...can’t believe I fucked up this much,” Your head started to hang low as you thought about the events that unfolded that night. The way Jin looked at you as he said “Don’t touch me”. Then the words that cut into you the minute they flew out of Chanyeol’s mouth. “I’m not going to pay you anymore, (Y/N).” Even though you already answered this question a million times you couldn’t help but wonder.

Where did I go wrong? What exact moment?

The minute you let your heart make decisions for you, dumbass.

“You’re right. But it already happened. And maybe it needed to happen,” Damon pulled covers over him and got comfortable. “Either way, we’re going to get through this.” You eyed him as he turned over and yawned.

“Are you...sleeping in here tonight?” You asked quizically.

“Don’t act like you don’t want me here. I’m your best friend and I know that when you’re upset you hate sleeping alon--”

“You don’t feel like getting up do you?”

“Nope.” You rolled your eyes at him and started to collect the tissues and empty ice cream cartons that littered the bed.

“You know, I say it all the time but Damon, I’m really happy you’re my best friend. I don’t think anyone can do as good of a job dealing with me like you,” He turned to you as you threw the trash away.

“I know,” he pipped, smiling at you sweetly. You laughed and smacked him on the ass before you got comfortable next to him.

“Goodnight, Damon.” you said, snuggling into your pillow.

“Goodnight, puta.”

x-x-x

Your phone went off for what seemed like the 5th time. There was no way you were moving, either. Figuring it was Ronnie calling so you could give him the final rundown of the numbers, you kept sleeping hoping he would get the hint.

“Pick it upppppp!” Damon yelled groggily. You turned to him and elbowed him.

“Why are you yelling?”

“Because your phone has been ringing for like an hour, pick it up! I’m trying to sleeeeep,” Damon whined, putting a pillow over his face. You groaned and reached for your phone on the nightstand next to you. Not even looking, you picked it up.

“Star--”

“(Y/N) WHAT THE FUCK!” Maya’s shrill screech pierced your eardrums. Pulling the phone away from your ear for a second, you brought it back to your face as you cringed.

“Why the fuck are you yelling for?”

“Because you’re an imbecile,” Damon chimed.

“Shut up!”

“I didn’t even say anything!” Maya defended.

“Not you! Damon!” You groaned. Accepting that you weren’t going to get back to sleep now, you sat up and rubbed your eyes. “What’s up though? Why are you blowing up my phone?”

“(Y/N)...I’m...kind of stuck,” she grimaced painfully. You sighed as you pulled the covers off you.

“Did you slip in the shower and throw your back out again?”

“NO!” She screeched once more, bringing the phone away from you again. “I’m...well...what happened is…”

“Out with it, Maya!”

“Okay!...I’m um...not home,” Your eyes widened at her statement.

“You’re not...h--Where the fuck are you?!” Damon turned to you and glared at you as you screamed into the phone.

“Don’t be mad at her!” You heard Jimin’s voice in your ear. “It was our fault! We let her nap after...uhh…”

“You can say it, Jiminie. It’s not like she doesn’t know what we did last night,” Maya purred. You could almost feel Jimin blushing through the phone.

“Wait a minute, Am I on speaker?!”

“It was Maya’s idea, Y/N,” Yoongi interjected. A sigh escaped your lips as you threw your hand up in frustration.

“That’s great. Really, Maya. I--” you stopped yourself before you could continue. As much as you wanted rip Maya a new one, cursing and yelling while Jimin and Yoongi were listening wasn’t exactly a good look for you or your business. Especially after the events from yesterday, you wanted to keep your image. “I’m disappointed. But not mad.”

“See!” Jimin chuckled. “I knew she was reasonable. (Y/N) is so sweet.”

“I wouldn’t say all of that now,” Maya responded flatly.

“Anyway,” Yoongi interrupted once again. “I sincerely apologize, (Y/N). Really, we fucked up big time. But can you give us a hand? I’m not sure how we can get her out of here without anyone seeing her.” Rubbing your temples, you started thinking of a plan.

“Let me speak to Namjoon. I’m sure he can help me come up with a plan,” There was a silence after your words, but you could hear a faint lull of whispers. “Hello? I know you’re there.”

“You see, (Y/N), Namjoon isn’t here. And we kinda want to keep this between us for now...just so he doesn’t um…”

“This is dangerous territory,” you warned Yoongi. “I at least think we should have Jin help. He might know what to do.” Saying his name was difficult. As much as you didn’t want this to be the way you crossed paths with him after last night, you knew that he would be able to keep the boys calm and devise a plan that would keep this under wraps from the leader.

“Hyung is sleeping. He was up late last night…” Yoongi said cooly, guilt creeping up the pit of your stomach.

“Ah, I see. Well, don’t worry. I’ll think of something. Just give me a few minutes and I’ll call you back,” you lifted yourself up from you bed and started toward your closet.

“Thank you so much, (Y/N)! You really are the best!” Jimin gushed.

“We owe you one,” Yoongi followed.

“(Y/N)...”

“Maya,” you said sternly. “We’ll talk later.”

“Fineeee,” She groaned, hearing the sound of the call ending right after. You threw your phone on the bed, accidentally hitting Damon with it as he tried to sleep.

“Fuck you, hoe!” he cried out as he writhed under the sheets.

“I’m going to kill that girl,” you snarled as you pulled out a pair of True Religion jeans. “How am I going to get her out of there? Is she nuts?! It’s practically almost noon! There are people everywhere!” Damon yawned and turned over.

“I have a plan,” he mumbled as he stretched. “Call Goyangi Catering and place an order for pick up, get some pastries or sandwiches, something easy and quick for them to make. Then ask them for a uniform, put it on and “deliver” it to them.” You blinked your eyes at him in amazement.

“That’s fucking fantastic but how do I get her out?”

“Easy,” he snuggled back into the bed facing you. “Tell her to go out back while you come out the front. Attention will still be on you!” he made a motion with his hand as if he had a pen and paper handy. “Delivery girl, was it BTS? What does their dorm look like? Are they recording? What do their pajamas look like? Can you tell us anything at all?” Bringing the covers up to his neck, he shrugged and made a face of accomplishment. You shook your head almost in agreement. Granted it was risky, there could always be someone waiting in the back. But if there was anyone in the front, crazed fans or press, they would see you go in and come out, taking any suspicion away from Maya. It wasn’t the best plan, but it was the only plan.

“I guess that’s what we’re gonna do,” you agreed, plopping on the bed looking through your contacts. A smile crept up your face as you found Goyangi catering. “Wait…” you stopped suddenly and turned to Damon. “How did you come up with that so fast?” He scoffed at you and rolled his eyes.

“See, Unlike you bitches, I ain’t messy. First of all, this would never happen to me. I’m responsible,” you laughed out loud as he playfully smacked you. “Second, if it did, there’s no way I’m going unprepared for the worst. I got a back up plan for my back up plan.” He snapped in your face causing you to lean back a bit. At this point, you had no time for his sass. You pressed the screen and brought the phone up to you ear.

“Goyangi Catering? Yes it’s me! Great job last night...the food was fantasic! The focal point of discussion throughout the whole night, I heard! No...no actually I called to place an order...Yes, I’ll hold…” you looked over at Damon and pointed at him. “This better work!”

“It will! It will!” he reassured. You shot him a doubtful look as you waited on the line patiently.

x-x-x

You pulled up to the nearest parking spot by their dorm. Gripping at your steering wheel, you looked over to their dorm that was down the street, studying the people outside. It didn’t seem too crazy. A sasaeng walked by acting as if they were a pedestrian, knowing damn well they were waiting for a glimpse at one of the idols, and a few reporters chatted amongst themselves, exchanging notes. You figured they were waiting for Namjoon to get back, and ask him about his whereabouts today. Sighing to yourself, you gazed over at the box next to you.

“I really want one of these pastries, Damon.”

“Bitch, get your life together. How’s it looking out there?” his voice filling the car as it came through the speakers.

“One crazy, 3 reporters.”

“Not too bad,” he spoke into the car radio. “Don’t be nervous. Those people can smell it like fucking dogs.”

“I believe it,” you pursed your lips as you examined them a little more.

“How does the uniform look on you?” Damon sniggered. You glared at his name on the display screen.

“Go fuck yourself, I look like a bum.” You looked down at the plain white t-shirt that was 2 sizes too big. The Goynagi Catering company logo was obnoxiously adorned on the front.

“Well I’m sorry delivery girls don’t go around dropping pastries off in Versace dresses.”

“Fuck off, Damon,” you spat as you grabbed the box. “Alright I’m going to get out there and get this shit over with. See you soon.”

“Byeeee,” he chimed, using your free hand the press the call end button on the steering wheel. Taking a deep breath in, you pulled the keys out of the ignition and walked out of the car with your box of pastries at hand. The minute you approached the dorm, reported fled to your side as you began walking in.

“Are these for BTS?” one asked immediately. You just shrugged as you approached the door.

“Who are they from?” a second one asked, pushing the first reporter to the side. Again, you shrugged at them as you walked into the building. They said a few choice words about your manners before you walked away from them. Fucking vultures, you thought to yourself as you got to the front desk. Usually at night, you were in different attire so the concierge didn’t recognize you. Either that or it was so late, he wasn’t even there. It was better that way. If he did recognize you, he could mention to Namjoon that you had visited the dorm while he was away, causing problems for the other members as he questioned your appearance there.

“Good afternoon! I have a delivery for Bangtan Soeyondan on the 3rd floor,” the man scribbled something in his notepad before he reached for the box.

“Namjoon-ssi isn’t here and their manager didn’t mention anything to me about a delivery so I’ll just take these and he can take it up when he arrives,” he replied. Fuck, you thought to yourself. I have to get up there.

“Sir, this order was made by Yoongi actually. Surely you can let me up just to drop these off. He’s not feeling well. Last night, the poor thing pulled his...hamstring...yea his hamstring during their performance,” you lied, hopefully the concierge bought it. Slowly, his eyebrows furrowed and a look of pity played on his face.

“They work so hard too…” he looked around and sighed. “Alright, I could get into a lot of trouble for this but go ahead and bring it up.” You smiled sweetly at him and took the box in your hands again.

“That’s really kind of you. Don’t worry, we’ll keep this our little secret,” you winked. The man blushed and nodded as you walked away.

“Hey, I believe I know you from somewhere,” he called out to you as you waited for the elevator. Fuck, I almost got it, you cried internally. You looked to him and shrugged.

“You know I get that all the time! I must have a distinguishable face, right?” you laughed nervously as the elevator chimed, the doors opening at the perfect time. “Well thank you again have a good day!” You said in one breath as you rushed inside, pressing the button for the 3rd floor violently.

That was so fucking close, oh my god.

Usually when you walked down this hall, the sound of your heels clicking accompanied you. Today you were left in silence with your own thoughts. Your palms began to sweat with every step you took. It wasn’t the situation that gave you anxiety, it was the possibility of seeing Jin. You didn’t know what you were going to say to him if you did see him. Planning that out probably should have been included in this strategy. Instinctually, you only scrambled a solution for what seemed more important. Protecting your business. Shaking yourself out of your thoughts, you knocked on their door and waited for a response. It wasn’t long before Taehyung opened the door and appeared in the doorway.

“(Y/N)...you look…”

“Don’t even start--”

“Cute!” he doted.

“What?”

“You look so normal! Come in, come in! Oh and let me take that for you,” he said excitedly as he pulled you inside with one arm and grabbing the box with the other. You were taken aback by his kindness. He was always a sweet kid but after last night and the way he looked at you nervously, you weren’t exactly sure what you were expecting. But this was the opposite...not that it was a bad thing.

“I brought pastries!” You chimed sweetly as you both got into the kitchen. “I hope you guys like them.” He put the box down on the counter and opened them, his eyes twinkling at the sight.

“These are for all of us?” he asked innocently.

“Yes of course! Dig in, Tae,” he smiled at you as he grabbed a pastry and stuffed it in his mouth. It was hard not to giggle as he chewed, his eyes squinted in satisfaction. You walked toward him slowly and sighed.

“Hey, Tae. I just wanted to apologize for any inconvenience I may have caused for your group last night. I really hope that doesn’t affect the way you guys think about me or anything. I truly fell in love with you guys. You’re one of the sweetest group of young men I ever had the pleasure of meeting and I want to...stay friends with you.” Tae put his pastry down and turned to you. Your words made his cock his head at you and frown.

“It’s okay, (Y/N). I’ll admit, last night was pretty shitty but you’ve been nothing but nice to us. What ever happens with you and Jin, that doesn’t effect our friendship. Not unless you hurt him purposefully anyway. But I know you wouldn’t do that,” he picked up the pastry once again and leaned on the counter. “Plus, if I stop being your friend, I don’t get the benefits of free food every once and a while.” The both of you laughed as he took a bite.

“(Y/N)! You’re here! Finally!” Jimin said in relief as he walked in. The expression in his face changed to one of curiosity as he peered at the box on the counter. “Are those pastries? Tae, you have powder on your face. Those are pastries!” he ran excitedly toward the box and marveled at them just as Tae did previously. Another giggle escaped your lips as you walked up to the both of them, handing Tae a napkin to clean the powder on his face.

“Yes, pastries are great and all but…” you put a hand on his shoulder and gripped it tightly, digging your nails into his skin. A smile crept on your face as you watched him writhe in pain. “Where’s Maya?”

“AISH! (Y/N) WHAT IS THIS?”

“This is how I show love when I’m angry,” you cocked your head at him and kept your face kind and sweet as you let him go. He rubbed his shoulder and looked at you in confusion.

“I thought you were reasonable!” he cried. Taehyung chuckled in the background as he took the pastry Jimin was about to take.

“I am reasonable. I’m not telling Namjoon about this little fuck up and you’re still alive aren’t you?” His eyes widened as he nodded. “Well, let’s get to it then. Where is she?”

“In the bathroom,” you heard Yoongi from behind you. “She’s hungover and…” Suddenly, the sound of gagging and coughing echoed through the hallway. “Yea...so that’s happening.” A look of embarrassment and horror crept up your face.

“I’m so sorry about that. She usually doesn’t...well she does...but,” Yoongi chuckled at your expense and shook his head.

“Don’t be. We had a lot of fun last night. Right, Jimin?” Jimin blushed at Yoongi’s statement and he nodded shyly in agreement.

“Jiminahhh! Don’t be so shy now!” Tae teased. “You were the one giggling and moaning the loudest. Maya knows her name. I don’t think you had to remind her every 3 seconds.” Jimin’s mouth dropped at him, his face getting a deeper shade of red.

“Hey Tae,” Yoongi chimed softly. “Didn’t I hear a small, little moan a few night ago coming from Jungkookah’s room? It sounded a lot like your voice…” The color in Tae’s face drained as he looked at Yoongi with terror.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said defensively as he grabbed another pastry. “I just remembered, I have...something to do.Thank you for the food, (Y/N). You’re the best!” He ran out of the kitchen and back into his room. Jimin shook his head and laughed.

“You didn’t have to do that, hyung. That was mean.” Yoongi shrugged at Jimin and looked to the side.

“He’ll be fine. We all know anyway. I don’t know why they try and hide--”

“And I don’t think I should be hearing this conversation!” You interjected, putting your hands up to your ear. “I’ll be...uh...helping Maya out.”

“Oh, (Y/N)! Come on! You can’t possibly tell me you didn’t know either,” Jimin cried out to you. You shrugged as you walked away.

“Hey, I don’t know who or what you’re talking about.” They both looked at you with annoyance as you darted toward the bathroom. Of course you knew about Tae and Kookie. It was painfully obvious. But you dealt this situation before with Kyungsoo and Jongin. When they are ready, the two of them will come foward to their members about their...relationship. But for now, you thought it was best to let the two men explore each other and be sure of what they had. Even if Tae’s comment to Jimin was rather funny, you knew your place in this situation.

“Maya?” you said sweetly into the bathroom door. “Are you okay?”

“Fuck off, you wank! I know you’re just being nice because we’re here. You’re going to kill me when I get out of here!” she said sloppily through the door. You sighed as you put a hand up to the door.

“Yes, you may be right. But you’re kind of throwing up and I don’t think this is the right time to kill you...I don’t want to get puke on me.”

“Very funny, bitch...hold on,” her thought was cut off by her gag reflex and the sound of her throwing up echoed in the bathroom and down the hall.

“Ew, gross,” you said to yourself as you backed away. The sound of a door down the hall clicking open caught your attention causing you turned your head to the sound.

“Honestly! Who is making all that noise!? I’m trying to fuckin--” Jin’s stopped as he saw you. He was about to walk down toward you before he noticed your presence in the hallway making him to stop in his tracks. Your heart raced at the sight of him. Just seeing him in his PJs, his hair tousled every which way and his face still slightly puffed from his slumber. The blood was rushing to your face, causing you to blush at how enchanting he looked.

“Jin…” you said breathlessly as you turned to him. He licked his lips and turned back around, heading to his room. “Wait!” you called to him, trailing behind him. “Can we talk? Please?” Without saying a word, he closed his room door leaving you outside. “Jin...I’m..I’m sorry. I just want to talk...just give me 5 minutes?” He said nothing. “Okay 2?” you chuckled. Still not receiving a response, you leaned up against the door and sighed. “Alright, I get it. I’ll just...go.” You pushed yourself up and walked back to the bathroom, knocking at the door impatiently. All you wanted to do was get out of there at this point.

“Maya!” she responded with a grunt.

“That was painful to hear,” you heard Hobi say from down the hall. You looked over to him and smiled.

“Hey Hobi! I’m sorry if this...noise is interrupting anything or bothering you,” you said to him apologetically as he raised his eyebrows reluctantly.

“Oh no. That’s not what I’m talking about. I’m talking about,” he raised a finger, pointing to Jin’s door and you. “That.” You frowned at him and rubbed your arm.

“Oh,” you said awkwardly. “Yea...it’s...yea.” There weren’t any words you could think of to respond to that. Hobi noticed the trouble you were going through and walked toward you.

“I know, Jin. He’s just mad right now. He said it himself last night, more than likely he’s going to call you later,” he put an hand to your shoulder reassuringly. Your eyes brightened at the thought of Jin talking about you last night. Whether it was good or bad, you needed to know because it was obvious he wasn’t going to tell you now. Curiosity taking over you, you decided to inquiry more about it.

“He said that?” Hobi nodded. “What...what else did he say?” You asked frantically. He cocked his head to the side and inhaled sharply.

“Well, I don’t want to tell you too much without him getting upset but he did tell us not to be mean to you. That it wasn’t your fault. It’s just a shitty situation he put himself in. But we weren’t going to be mean to you anyway!” he said quickly. “Don’t worry, (Y/N). I know you care about him. Even if it doesn’t seem like it to him now. Honestly, I doubted you. But when I saw his present, I knew I was wrong…” Nodding at his words, you smiled sweetly at him.

“Thank you, Hobi. It means a lot…” He pulled you into a hug, taking you back a bit as you hugged him back. “Hey wait a minute! You doubted me?”

“Welp, I heard there were pastries in the kitchen,” he quipped as he pulled away avoiding your question. He started rubbing his hands together and licking his lips excitedly. “So I’m going to grab some of them and you can have fun with,” he motioned toward the door and made a face of disgust. “That.” You chuckled at him as he walked away, leaving you to deal with Maya.

After a few more tries, Maya gathered herself together and slumped out of the bathroom. If you didn’t want to kill her before, you certainly wanted to kill her then. Instead, you gathered her things and reminded her of the plan. Yoongi and Jimin described to you two where the back exit was. You suggested to have her meet you a block away so you were able to pick her up in a low key location. Yoongi looked at you and nodded.

“You’re real slick, (Y/N),” he said in amazement. Maya put an arm around you and pulled you close to her.

“I’m told you guys. This is the definition of a boss bitch,” you shook your head at Maya as she spoke.

“Yea, yea. Can we get back to this please?”

“Hey (Y/N),” Jimin looked over you. “You never told me if you ever killed anyone.”

“Can you let that go?” Yoongi snarled. You and Maya just laughed and proceeded to go over the plan one more time.

“We ready?” you asked as you put your sneakers on. Maya nodded and flattened her dress.

“Let’s do this,” she nodded.

“Alright, say bye to your...men,” you said weirdly as she walked over to Yoongi and Jimin, planting both of them a soft kiss on the lips exchanging their goodbyes. You sighed and looked away, getting lost in your own thoughts, your own jealousy.

x-x-x

“Fuck yes! We did it!” Maya cheered as you two walked into the apartment. You trailed behind her and followed it into the kitchen.

“Yea, we did,” you exhaled as you plopped on the stool by the marble island. She opened the fridge and pulled out a bowl of fruit, placing it on the island.

“I know you’re mad,” She walked over to you and sat next to you, taking a piece of pineapple from the bowl. “So go ahead, yell at me, beat me, throw me away into a cold, wet dungeon. I’m ready for it.” She took the fruit in her mouth and backed away defensively.

“To be honest Maya, I’m exhausted and all I have in me is this; fuck you. That was irresponsible. Don’t let it happen again,” your voice was flat and unwavering. She crept back toward you and looked at you in bewilderment.

“That’s it?” she said warily. “You’re not gonna kill me?” You shook your head as you took a grape from the bowl. “Wait...oh shit sweetie, I almost forgot!” You felt her bring you into an embrace, almost knocking you out of your seat. “I heard what happened last night. They were talking about it while I was waiting in Yoongi’s room. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine, really. Wait...you heard them?” you said shocked, pushing her away slightly. “What did they say!?” She crossed her legs and brought a hand up to her chin.

“I don’t remember much. I just remember him telling them what Chanyeol did. And then what Hobi told you in the hall.”

“Oh,” you said defeatedly.

“But,” you turned to her, your eyes twinkling in eagerness as she continued. “He did mention going through with his original idea. Whatever that means. They all seemed to be supportive of him too. They really like us.” You cocked your head in confusion as you crossed your arms. Original idea? A vibration in your back pocket took you away from your thought. You reached for it and pulled it out, examining the screen. It was a notification from your bank account, stating that a deposit had been made into your personal account. Puzzled, you open your transaction history and examined the account number and name that came from.

“Um...Maya?”

“What’s up?”

“Jin just made a deposit in my account,” she looked at you emotionless.

“Okay so?” she asked almost uninterested. You pursed your lips at her and narrowed your eyes.

“Well, he’s not due for a payment or anything. I didn’t do anything with him last night...so,” Maya interrupted you by taking your phone. “Hey!”

“Why don’t you just call him and ask him?” she began scrolling through your contacts. You snatched the phone from her swiftly, shaking your head violently.

“No! He clearly doesn’t want to talk to me right now! Maybe it was a mistake!”

“Bullshit!” She called out as she took her own phone out.

“What are you doing?” Your voice was frantic as you leaned in to look at her screen. She pulled her arm back away from you.

“As the head of accounts payable for Starlight Catering--”

“Since when?”

“Since you’re too pussy to call him and ask,” she brought the phone up to her ear. “I will.” Your eyes widened as she took another piece of fruit in her mouth.

“No! Stop it! Don’t--”

“Relax, bitch. Matter of fact,” she brought the phone down and put it on speaker. “So you can hear him too.”

“Maya stop if you don’t hang up--” you growled trying to reach for the phone as she pulled it away from you again.

“You’ll do what?” she scoffed.

“I’m gonn--”

“Yoboseyo?” Jin answered. You shot her a deadly stare as she stuck her tongue out.

“Seokjin! Hi! It’s me, Maya,” she said sweetly into the phone.

“Oh hey Maya. How are you feeling?”

“Better. Thank you for asking,” she inhaled and looked over to you. “The reason I’m calling though, is because I was looking at our financials and I see you posted up a payment into one of accounts a few moments ago.”

“I did, yes.”

“Right well, according to our records, you’re all caught up and you don’t owe us anything. What is a mistake? Because I can refund you right--”

“It wasn’t a mistake, Maya.” She shot you a look of satisfaction making you inch to the edge of your seat. You listened intently as the two spoke. “I’m assuming she’s with you right now?” His statement shocked you both a bit. Waving your hands frantically in the air, you shook her head signalling for her to deny your presence.

“Well right no--”

“And you have me on speaker right?” he cut her off. The color from her face drained as she continued.

“I--...well...you see--”

“(Y/N). 11pm. I’ll see you later tonight.” With that, he ended the call, leaving both of you stunned at what had just happened.

“I feel so stupid.”

“You know,” she started. “This wouldn’t have happened if you just called him.”

“Fuck off, Maya,” you said as you twiddle your fingers, not sure if you were terrified or excited about facing Jin tonight. He doesn’t completely hate me, you thought to yourself. A smile danced across your face at your realization.

“That boy adores you, (Y/N),” she doted at you, leaning her hand up against the counter. “He’s not going to let you go that easily.” You exhaled heavily and crossed your arms.

“That’s not the impression he gave me before,” you pouted. She sighed and put her hand on your back. “Yea...I heard that while I was barfing. But obviously, he still wants to see you. So just think of this morning as residual anger. I mean, you did go back to Chanyeol after he got punched in the face.” Bringing your hands up to your face, you groaned into your palms loudly.

“Don’t remind me!” You groaned into your hands one more time before you looked up at her and sighed.

“Remember a few weeks ago, you were jealous because Jin had called me and Yoongi hadn’t called you?”

“And because Chanyeol was your boo. Yes I remember and trust me honey, I’m not jealous anymore,” she brought her hand to your lap and smiled at you. You grilled her before continuing.

“Well...I was kinda jealous of you, Yoongi and Jimin...this morning…” She looked at you with a confused look as you spoke. “Its just because I--...it’s...not to sound weird…”

“You want that with Chanyeol and Jin?” Maya stated simply, not expecting those words to sound as strange as they did when heard out loud.

“That’s so fuckin weird...and bad…” you groaned admittingly. “How does that even make sense?” Maya made a hphm noise as she shrugged.

“It’s actually a thing. Polyamory. But I don’t think--”

“Not. Helping.” you snarled.

“Right…” she said hesitantly as she tapped her fingernails on the counter. “Well, its hard because both of these men love you. Jimin doesn’t love me. He’s just kinky and curious. Yoongi…” she stopped and looked down. “Yoongi has a weird way of showing his emotions. I don’t know what he’s thinking half the time…”

“Does that bother you?” You asked, not minding the sudden change in topics. You didn’t want to dig deeper into your shameful fantasy and if there was one thing Maya loved more than anything, it was talking about herself.

“Sometimes. I don’t know. You know I’m a sucker for emotional sweethearts,” she gushed as her head hang low.

“What about Yixing?” She snapped her head up at you and she bit her lip.

“He left so…”

“Yea but he’s coming back…”

“But he hasn’t even spoken to me since he left!” her voice filled with sadness. You inhaled deeply and scooted closer to her. “Guys are rubbish.” You scoffed and put you arm around her.

“Yes the fuck they are.”

X-x-x

The day went by fairly quickly. You and Maya decided to get some work done a little earlier than usual, tallying up the numbers from the night before. Impressively enough it was one of your best nights yet. The both of you were left in shock. When you called Ronnie, he took a jab at you and said the night went well because you were gone for most of it. You ignored his comment and sent him his cut immediately. It was about 9:30 when you got ready to head back to the BTS dorm. You hadn’t heard from him all day, neither of them actually. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to text either of them. It’s that you physically couldn’t. Your chest would start to hurt as you typed and you just put your phone away swiftly. Doing this all day took a toll on your nerves. On top of thinking about what you wanted to say to Jin, you were surprised at how functional you actually were.

As you applied your make up, you mentally rehearsed what you thought you should say. One of the things you wanted to express was yes, you did love Chanyeol. And yes, you did love him too. Wait...what? No. No. That’s wrong. You liked him. Yea. That’s what you meant. Anyway. This is about business. Having everything you ever wanted. Along the way, you met Chanyeol and he treated you with decency. He asked if you were okay. If you ever wanted to take a break from the world, escape with him for a moment and getting lost in passion, in affection. Until that moment wasn’t enough anymore. He aches for you when your away and worries about you endlessly. He is someone who protects you, so you weren’t afraid. You found bliss. But then you met Jin, and he treats you like a queen. He’s absolutely captivated by you. He wants to find you, and explore the world with you hand in hand. He believes there’s strength in your weaknesses and vows to prove it to you. When you’re away, he prays that you are taking care of yourself and thinks about the next time he’s going to see you. You found purpose.

But I can’t say that, you thought to yourself as you applied your final spray of perfume. Letting out a deep sigh, you grabbed your purse and headed for the door.

“Guys! I’m out!” Maya poked her head out her room and waved.

“Damon’s not here but good luck baby girl!” You nodded as you walked out, disappearing behind the elevator.

X-x-x

“Right here is good?” The cab driver asked as he pulled up to the curb.

“Yes! Here’s fine. Thank you! Have a goodnight,” you sad as you got out of the cab and started walking down the street. Okay, Practice.

“Jin, I’m sorry. Don’t take it personal. I didn’t go back to him because he means more...no that sounds terrible,” you scolded yourself. You walked into their building, looked over at the empty concierge desk and made your way for the elevator.

“Jin,” you pressed the button and sighed. “You know how much you mean to me. I care about you so much and...I don’t know where I’m going with this,” The elevator dinged as you groaned. You walked in and had a sense of dejavú as you pressed the button for the 3rd floor. I don’t have much time, focus!

“Jin, Tesoro mío, there isn’t anything a good blow job can’t fix!” You said with a finger up in the air. Quickly smacking yourself after and sighing. “That was the stupidest thing you’ve ever said, (Y/N).”

There was no more time for rehearsals as you finally reached the 3rd floor. Mentally collecting yourself, you walked out into the hall. The loud clicking of your heels was a relief. Your focused on your pace, drowning out any thoughts as you made your way to their door.

Knock. Knock.

“Jungkook!” You said delightfully as he opened the door. Looking at him strangely, he made his way into the hall and close the door behind him. “What are you doing?”

“(Y/N) I just wanna thank you for helping Yoongi and Jimin this morning,” he confessed rather quickly. You just nodded, still gazing at him strangely.

“Oh, kookie it really was no problem. Any time you ever need help, even if it’s not Starlight Catering related, just know that I will always be there,” you reassured him as you put a hand on his and squeezed it lightly. He smiled at you and scratched the back of his head.

“Why are you so nice to us, (Y/N)? I mean, Jin is the only one you have to impress.”

“Oh don’t say that!” You crosses your arms and looked at him dotingly. “I was and still am a fan of BTS. You guys have done so much for the music industry and for your fans. Truly, anything I can do to give back to angels like yourselves.” Jungkook’s eyes widened at your words. He started shifting in place, shyness overtaking him.

“I wouldn’t say angels…”

“Come on, Kookie. Let’s go inside before Jin starts yelling,” you giggled as you both walked in.

“Hyung is actually in the shower. He told us to let you into his room so you could wait there. Or you can come with us in the Big Room while we play with our dogs! Jin won’t like that very much because he swears we take you away from him,” he laughed as you two walked down the hall and stopped in front of his room door.

“As much as I would love to hang out with you guys, I think me and Jin need to talk,” you tapped your two pointers together and slouched a bit.

“Oh yea…last night…” you nodded at his statement. He sighed and shrugged. “Don’t even worry about all that. He’ll get over it. But I’ll see you later, (Y/N). You’re welcome here anytime.”

“Thanks, Kookie. It means a lot,” you snickered as you walked into Jins room, thinking to yourself, that boy is going to be trouble when he gets to Jin’s age.

You closed your eyes and inhaled as you stood in his room, taking in his scent. The mix of the freshness in his cologne and the sweetness in his natural scent was intoxicating and distinct. When your eyes fluttered open, you scanned the room, your (e/c) orbs darting everywhere but stopping in one place in particular.

You saw the gift you had bought him on his desk. The glass casing was off to the side and there was a screwdriver next to it. Curiosity getting the best of you, you walked over and decided to examine it. There wasn’t anything that could have prepared you for what you discovered. There was an addition made to the gift. Next to the iridescent Mario was a Princess Peach to match it, screwed in tightly next to him. There wasn’t a possible explanation for this. You don’t remember the package coming with Peach. You even swore that the picture advertising the figure didn’t have a Peach either. Your fingers slowly made their way toward the two figures. Just as you were about to graze the rainbow opal, a voice from behind you startled the life out of you.

“I bet you’re wondering where I got that piece, aren’t you?”

You turned to him and your mouth slightly dropped. Jin stood there, his upper bare body glistened, droplets of water still trailing down his torso. The towel around his waist barely hung at his hips. You stared at his narrow waist then up his defined chest and broad shoulders. Even though his cheeks were slightly pink, his skin was radiant and almost blinding. The way his dark hair clung onto his forehead seemed to bother him, so he ran his fingers through them, revealing those deep dark eyes that fixated in your direction. You wanted to speak, but it took almost all the energy in you to say anything.

“I didn’t even know she was supposed to be there...it looked…”

“Complete?” Jin cut you off as he walked toward you. “I admit, it looked great the way it came, jagi. But I just had to.” He stared at Rainbow Road for a minute, noting the amazement that glossed over his eyes as he studied it. It brought you a sense of closure almost. He loved the present. At least you did one thing right.

“Where did you get her in such a short time?” you asked as you bent down to look at Princess Peach. “I mean, You only had it for like a few hours, Jin.”

“Oh, I’ve had her for a while now. In fact, I was almost convinced I would never have the whole thing,” he said admittingly, looking over at the glass casing that was sitting on the desk.

“Are you serious? Nah, you’re pulling my leg. There’s no way…” you stood up straight and backed away.

“(Y/N), remember when I told you everything in life has meaning?” He turned to you and adjusted his towel. The nerve of him.

“Yes, I do,” you croaked, trying not to stare too much. He chuckled as he noticed and you started blushed.

“Well, I think there was some meaning behind this. Even if it’s not intentional,” You cocked your head at him. Not sure exactly what he meant. He chuckled again, causing a warm burst to travel up your core at the sound. “To put it simply, we were meant to find each other...at least that’s what I think…” When his voice trailed off, you took that as initiative to approach him. To be honest, you didn’t know where this sudden act of bravery came from but the way Seokjin looked in a towel was magnetizing.

“Even after last night, you believe that?” Your voice was soft and timid. It was a question you were scared to ask. Truthfully, you didn’t want to know the answer. You just wanted to stay in this moment. Replay it over again and hear those words again. But he took you away from that as you felt his hand cup your cheek, forcing you to stare into those deep dark eyes that you had admired from a far before.

“Especially after last night,” he breathed into you. Blinking a few times to make sure this was really happening, you tried to lean in to your lips would meet his but he stopped you.

“Let me get dressed,” he smiled as he walked away to his closet. The sudden lack of his warm skin against yours almost froze you over where you stood. But instead, you walked behind him as he approached his closet. Jin was infectious that night. The minute he touched you, it was like you gained a hunger you’ve never felt before. It was insatiable and the only thing you to calm it was the taste of his flesh. Tonight, you didn’t want Jin. You didn’t crave him. You needed him.

You started at his shoulders, trailing kisses everywhere in the space between them. He exhaled slowly, letting his head fall back slightly as he clung to a piece of clothing in his closet for support.

“(Y/N), you’re making this...ahhh,” he couldn’t finish his sentence as you moved your tongue along the crook of his neck up to his ear. Your hands roamed the front of his body as you held him close to you.

“Jin,” you whispered in his ear, your hands stopped at the towel.

“Hmm?” he said, biting his lower lip as you grabbed at the fabric around his waist.

“Do you still want me?” you purred into his ear as you stuck your fingers in through his towel, running them along the skin at his hip. Jin grabbed your wrist and removed your hand. He turned around so that he was now facing you.

“(Y/N),” he groaned as you felt his hands run down your back, cupping your bottom so he could pull you into him. ��Want isn’t even the word.”

His hands traveled down your thigh as he pulled your dress over your hips. The space between you disappeared as your lips collided against each other, overlapping each other glacially. You moaned into him as you felt his hand slide down the bare skin on the back of your thighs. His other hand mirrored the action and suddenly, you couldn’t feel the ground beneath you. He picked you up and threw your legs around him. You cupped his face with one hand and with your free arm, you held on to him for support. The sound of both of you moaning and panting filled the room as he carried you over to his computer chair.

As he plopped down, you adjusted your self, straddling him while your other hand cupped his other cheek. His hands fell down to your bottom again, gripping onto you as you continued to taste each other. Your tongues danced together, lapping feverishly against each other. Jin pushed your dress up your stomach, past your breast slowly as he ghosted his hands over them. You pulled away for a second so he could successfully extract the dress off you but continued that minute he glimpsed at the way you looked in your undergarments.

“It’s been...so long,” you said amidst the messy kisses. “I can...I can’t wait.” He chuckled at you as his mouth moved from your lips to the space in between your breast. Jin started kissing and licking against your skin as his hands reach around you and started undoing the clasps of your bra. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, letting your hand run through the hair behind his head as he devoured you. When he successfully undid your bra, he slid the straps down your arms and discarded it across the room. Jin’s hands cupped at your breasts and he brought them down to him. Pushing them together, he looked up at you as he ran his tongue over your nipple, swirling around it lightly before darting to your other nipple. His tongue working on that nipple before darting back to the other. Then back again. The sensation of him alternating back and forth quickly caused your heat to throb. He did this slowly at first, loving the way you rocked your hips against him. You could feel his erection through the fabric of the towel, wanting to rip it off him and feel that member inside you.

His motions became faster, sucking and licking at both your breasts in intervals. At first you were panting and moaning softly at his touch, but as he bite at you softly, you let out a small whimper that put him over the edge. He pulled the towel off him from under you and he placed two fingers against your heat, feeling the juices that soaked through your panties.

“Do I make you this wet, (Y/N)?” he growled as he pushed the fabric aside, running a finger against your entrance. You groaned needily and collapsed on him, your head resting on his as you held him tightly to you. “You don’t want to wait?” he whispered into your ear.

“I can’t wait,” you whined as he teased you, moving his thumb against your clit. “I need you, Jin. I need you so bad.” And those words were true because you couldn’t wait. Your hand coasted down between you two. Without haste, you grabbed his cock pushed his hand aside as you brought it to your entrance.

“Look it how wet you made me,” you cooed as you started to pump him slowly, rubbing the tip of his cock along your soaked essence. He twitched underneath you and mumbled a few curses under his breath. Jin’s hands traveled back to your bottom but this time he grabbed at it firmly, as if trying to hold himself up. “Do you really want to, tesoro?” he whimpered as you teased him, picking up the pace in your wrist. “You want to fuck me?”

“No,” he grunted, grabbing your hand away from his length as he jerked his hips forward. He slipped inside you aggressively, stretching you out without warning. You threw yourself forward into him, moaning loudly into his shoulder. At first, he was guiding your hips slowly. The pain of his member piercing inside you was being dulled down by pleasure. You shifted on him and directed his head against your spot.

“Jin...you’re fucking me now aren’t you?” your voice was shaky as you found your rhythm and started grinding against him. His lips parted and his head rolled back as you rolled into him. Jin ignored your question as he got lost in you. Your breast moving and bouncing as you rode him, the way your hair brushed against his face. You could feel him throbbing inside you lightly. He was close, but he was holding back. You started tantalizing him, bouncing on him instead. The way your womanhood suctioned around him as your body eased in and out of him caused him to grip at your waist, pushing you up and down him a little bit faster.

“(Y/N)...” he husked as you tightened your walls around him. “I can’t fuck you…” your eyes met and locked before he spoke again. “Because...uhhh...you aren’t,” his cock slammed into your spot again, causing you to moan loudly. You felt his length twitch inside you again at the sound. “You aren’t a fuck...I lov-ahhh fuck…” The walls of your womanhood started to tighten unwillingly around him. You bounced on his cock faster and with more force, constantly crashing against your spot. Instantaneously, he started to bring his hips up and push himself into you.

“Come with me, jagi...come with me,” he begged breathlessly as he brought you down to him, embracing you as you bounced your bottom up and down. Your fingernails dug into his back as you felt pure euphoria blast through your whole body, setting all your nerve receptors on fire.

“Jin,” you chanted over and over again as you gushed all over his thighs. He grunted lowly as your muscles twitched against him, bringing him to his climax. A loud moan escaped his lips as he shot his load inside you. His body quivering and shaking underneath you as you rode out his and your orgasm.

The both of you sat there for a minute, panting heavily and sighing loudly. Jin’s hands rested at your bottom and he leaned his head against your arm. His lips brushed against your inner bicep and he kissed the spot repeatedly as you regained your breath.

“Jagi,” Finally breaking the silence, he ran his hands up and down your back lightly. “I’m sorry.” Taken aback by his words, you sat back and looked at him quizzically.

“Sorry? For what?” you uttered breathlessly. He brought his hands up to your hips and looked at you with sincerity.

“For creating a scene yesterday, putting you in an awkward position. I should have walked away earlier. There are things I shouldn’t have said to him. Not because they aren’t true but because they caused everything to escalate. This whole thing should have been settled more maturely...and for that I’m sorry.” As he spoke, you couldn’t help but furrow your eyebrows and run a hand through his hair.

“I see,” you raked your fingers through his hair again, loving the way his wet locks felt against your palms and between your fingers. “Well apology not accepted. You have nothing to apologize for, Jin. I think if I was in your position, I would have handled things similarly or...stupidly,” he cocked his head to the side and pursed his lips as you spoke. His eyes threatening to close as you continued to comb through his hair. “You handled everything better than anyone else probably would. I mean, you’re here with me now. Who would want to see me after last night?” Jin sighed and grabbed the hand that was working into his hair. He brought it down to his mouth and kissed your wrist lightly.

“You might be right. But I can only speak for myself. And I’m not proud of how I acted. Chanyeol shouldn’t be either but I digress,” his face scrunched up as he uttered his name.

“So you’re not mad at me?” you asked timidly. He raised an eyebrow and kissed your wrist again.

“No, I wouldn't say I’m not mad. I’m just coping with it,” he let out a sigh and grabbed your other hand before he continued. “When I met you, I knew what pretenses they were under. What you were about. The things you wouldn’t tolerate…” he licked his lips and looked at you tenderly. “Your fear of falling in love...and that’s all okay. It’s fine. Ultimately, it’s my fault for making it out to be more than what it was and making it about love.”

“Jin,” you stopped him abruptly. “Making what about love? What are you saying?” He blinked at your several times, you saw his adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed hard.

“Right…” he sighed and bit his lip, putting his arms around your waist bringing you closer to him. “Jagi, there was something I wanted to tell you yesterday, do you remember?” You shook your head at him, nervously.

“Yes, I do.” For a second, he stopped breathing and his hands trembled against your hips. He looked down momentarily, as if trying to find the words to say in between your naked bodies but then he looked up at you. The silence was giving you anxiety.

“(Y/N)...” he brought a hand up to your cheek and looked deeply into your eyes.

“I...I love you.”

A/N ;; Guy pleaseeee don’t forget to check out the playlist. It definitely sets the mood for this story. Even if you listen to the first 4 songs on the list. Anyway, let me know what you guys think in my inbox or on here. Stay tuned! <3 Thank you for reading you beautiful person you.

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