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bwbatta · 3 years
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The one where your secret gets harder to keep (2)
Abstract: Y/N and Sirius have been friends since they first met on the Hogwarts Express, so when they do get together, they decide not to tell their friends straight away. (Friends AU)
Pairing: Sirius Black x Lupin!Reader
Warnings: Swearing
Word Count: 4.1K
A/N: Are we all ready for part two?! I won’t lie, I can’t believe how quickly I wrote this. 
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Sirius had barely made himself his morning cup of tea before the fireplace flushed with green flames and his best mate walked out into his lounge. 
“Prongs, what do I owe the pleasure of your visit at... 10am?! You couldn’t have come a bit later, mate?”
“I thought this was later.” James shrugged, taking a seat on the sofa. Sirius poured another mug of tea, handing it to James as he took the armchair opposite. “It’s about your recent greeting method.”
“My greeting method?”
“Yeah, you and all your... kissing. Stop it.”
Sirius couldn’t help the bubble of laughter which escaped his mouth. Obviously he hadn’t planned on kissing Lily and Marlene, but just the fact James was so wound up about it made the wizard grin. 
“My kissing?”
“Pads-”
“No, Prongs, please go on, what about my kissing.” Sirius relaxed back into the armchair taking a sip of his tea. “Are you... jealous?”
“Padfoot-”
“Because if you don’t want me to leave you out of all my kissing, then all you have to do is ask.”
“Sirius I don’t want you bloody kissing me! Or Lily for that matter.”
The laughter which escaped Sirius was loud enough for Remus to exit his own room to investigate what had the man so amused. 
“Prongs? What’s going on?”
“Prongsie is jealous I’m not kissing him,” Sirius snickered which caused James to throw a cushion at his face. 
“Fuck off Pads.” James rolled his eyes. “I just want you to stop kissing my wife.”
“It was one kiss Prongs, I was trying something out.” Sirius chuckled. “But note taken, I’ll stop kissing Lily.”
“And Y/N too if you don’t mind.” Remus said taking the seat next to James. “I don’t like seeing you make out with my sister.”
“So I can kiss, Mar?” Sirius grinned as both men shot him an unamused look. “Alright fine, no more kissing the girls in front of you.” 
Lily and Marlene anyway, Sirius thought to himself. 
The fireplace flashed again with green flames and Peter stepped out into the room. 
“Wormy, where’ve you been?!” James grinned in greeting as Peter took the other armchair after declining a cup of tea from Remus. 
“Some Order mission Dumbledore sent me and the Prewett twins on. Apparently we’re going to recap it at the meeting today.”
“Anything interesting happen?” Remus asked. 
“Nothing much, something odd but the twins know more about it than I do.”
The four boys continued their little catch up, including Sirius telling Peter about how James was jealous he’s kissed his wife and not him, which earned him another cushion to the face. 
Before long, the small group had finished their tea and were exiting the flat through the fireplace as they appeared in the Order headquarters. The headquarters were set up at the witch, Emmeline Vance’s home. 
Seeing the girls already present, the foursome of boys made their way over towards their friends and took their seats. Sirius took the seat next to you and through his arm around the back of your chair. 
“You alright?” You asked him.
“Prongs appeared this morning demanding I stop kissing you girls. Remus agreed of course.” Sirius whispered to you which caused you to grin.
“Oh yeah?! What did you say to that?!” 
“I said I’d stop kissing the girls in front of them, I never said anything about behind their backs.”
You snorted quietly at his reply as Dumbledore walked in, greeting everyone present. Most of the Order were there apart from the select few who were still on missions. 
The room quietened drastically as everyone waited for Dumbledore to speak. 
“Welcome back, I thought it would be about the right time to check in with everyone.” Dumbledore began before turning his attention to the twins and Peter. “Mr Prewetts’ and Mr Pettigrew, how was the search up at Little Hangleton?” 
“There was not much magical energy around the town, Professor, but there was definitely some.” Fabian began before Gideon took over. 
“The house which you told us to look for was still being kept though. Someone pays for a caretaker of the property.”
Dumbledore looked thoughtful for a moment as he assessed the information. 
“Had anyone seen anything odd? Anyone seen lurking around recently which could be connected to Riddle?” 
“No, any that did may have been obliviated though.” Peter answered as the Prewett twins nodded in agreement.
Gideon Prewett caught your eye for a moment before both of you looked away from each other. The two of you had dated throughout school for a while despite your differing years. Gideon had been a year ahead of you at Hogwarts, but both being in Gryffindor gave opportunity to run into each other more than once. 
As your eyes directed away from Gideon, they landed on a newcomer to the Order. You couldn’t deny the man was attractive, his dark hair and dark skin looking almost flawless. 
A nudge came from beside you as Marlene grinned at you. 
“His name’s Gerard Warbeck.” She whispered to you. “He’s supposedly related to the singer, Celestina Warbeck, you know?”
“Really? How old is he?”
“A few years older than us, I think he was in Ravenclaw.”
You didn’t say anything else but quickly averted your eyes as his attention flicked to you. Not wanting to look back at him if he was still staring at you, you kept your eyes firmly on Dumbledore who had began talking again. 
Sirius watched as the man across from where you sat, trailed his eyes over you with a slight smile after he caught you staring at him. As his eyes moved to Sirius, he was met with a strong stare as Sirius glared him down.
He didn’t know what it was about the man, but Sirius didn’t like him. Something felt off and Sirius swore to himself it had absolutely nothing to do with the way he was admiring you just moments previously.
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Between the two of you, you managed to make it though another month without any more slip ups. Guaranteed there were some close calls but your secret remained as such; a secret.
With Dumbledore sending more and more of you out on Order missions, it gave both Sirius and you the chance to have your flats to yourself if Marlene or Remus were called out. 
The current order mission which you were now sat through was coming to an end as you sat with Marlene, Sirius and Lily. 
“Hey,” the blonde whispered from beside you, “I’ve got a surprise for you after this, you’re going to be so proud of me.”
“I’m almost scared to ask what it is.” 
“I got us a double date with your admirer and his friend.” Marlene grinned. “They wanna take us out Saturday night. What do you say?!”
“Um...” Your eyes flicked to the side casually where Sirius sat next to you, whispering to Lily on his other side. “I don’t think so.”
“What?” Marlene whispered back, a thoroughly confused expression on her face. “Why not? He’s been eye-flirting with you for weeks! Give me one good reason why you don’t want to go.”
You were suddenly very aware of Sirius’ arm around the back of your chair. 
Presented with the situation months ago before Lily and James’ wedding, you would’ve jumped at the opportunity, yet you couldn’t help but feel happy with what you had with Sirius at the moment. 
“I don’t know, I just don’t feel like it.”
“Well stop it, you’re coming with me to talk to him after the meetings finished, which looks like it’ll be soon. Moody always begins his ‘constant vigilance’ speech just before we wrap up.”
True to her word, the meeting ended soon after and before you knew what was happening, your roommate had grabbed your arm and yanked you across the room to face Gerard. 
Throwing a panicked look behind you to Sirius and Lily, the former couldn’t help but feel uneasy as you approached your admirer. 
“Hey, Gerard,” Marlene greeted him, “I thought I’d actually introduce you to your date for this Saturday?!”
“I was beginning to wonder if we would every actually talk,” he grinned at you. “I’m Gerard, but I’m now realising Marlene would’ve already told you that.”
“She maybe mentioned it.” You chuckled slightly. “I’m Y/N, though I think she’s already introduced me before I even met you.”
“That she did.” 
Across the room, Sirius was scowling at the man who was currently talking to you. He didn’t like the way he was looking at you. 
“Hey, who’s Y/N and Mar talking to?” He asked Lily.
“Oh, that’s Gerard Warbeck, apparently he’s taking out Y/N and Mar on a double date this weekend.”
“So, they’re going on a date with the guy?”
“Not both of them,” Lily laughed whist grabbing her jacket from the back of her seat, “Mar set up Y/N with him whilst he set Mar up with his mate.”
Lily and Sirius dropped the subject as Marlene and you arrived back to join them, Marlene looking a lot more excited than you did. 
“Ready to go?” The blonde asked the small group, before Lily and her moved towards the door. Yet, Sirius and you didn’t budge.
“Hey, is Remus back from his mission with James yet?” You asked.
“Not yet, they’re due back tomorrow.”
“Think we could head over to yours for a bit? I think there’s something you should know.”
Sirius couldn’t help but scoff and roll his eyes at you slightly. 
“Oh, is this about you, dating Warbeck?” Sirius asked grabbing his own jacket from the chair. “Because Lily already mentioned that and I’m absolutely fine with you going out with him. I mean, you and I, we’re just messing around, we’re nothing so.”
Sirius began to head towards the door before stopping when he realised you weren’t following him. 
“I mean, I was going to tell you I was going to get out of it and reject him when Mar wasn’t around, but hey, if we’re just messing around, maybe I will go out with him.”
“Maybe you should.” Sirius shrugged as you pinned him with a look before your gaze shifted to the very man you were talking about. 
“Hey, thought I could walk you out?” Gerard asked as he shot you a smile. Turning to Sirius, he held out a hand. “Hey, I’m Gerard.”
“Sirius.” Sirius hesitated for a split second before he moved to shake Gerard’s hand. He made sure to grip his hand tightly through the handshake, enough for Gerard to wince slightly before laughing it off. 
“Strong grip you’ve got. Yeah I remember you from Hogwarts, you turned the teacher’s table into jelly that one time.” 
“Yeah, that was one of our better ones.” Sirius nodded with a forced grin before turning to you. “I’ll catch you later.” 
Without so much as another word, he turned and walked out the room leaving the two of you behind. 
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After Gerard had walked you out, he wished you goodbye before apparating away. Noticing all of your friends had already gone, you quickly did the same by apparating to the front door to your flat. 
What you hadn’t expected however, was for Sirius to be leant against the wall outside. 
“What are you doing here?”
“Are you really going to go out with him?”
You took a moment to study him before reaching into your jacket pocket to find your key. 
“Well you and I are just messing around so I thought, why not mess around with him?”
Despite having your key out, you didn’t make a move to unlock your door or let yourself in. Partly because you were sure Marlene was already back and partly because you were interested in what Sirius had to say. 
Running a hand through his hair, Sirius opened his mouth a few times to say something before stopping himself. Finally he had decided on something and stepped forward from the wall towards you. 
“I mean, I don’t know if you’ve looked up the term ‘messing around’ in the dictionary lately but the definition is two friends, who care a lot about each other.” He shrugged one shoulder, taking another step closer to you as he rested his hands on your waist. “Who have amazing sex, and just want to spend more time together yanno?”
“Oh, really now?”
“Yep. But if you’ve got this new definition where it’s not that, I think that we should just stick with a definition we both know.” You couldn’t help the snort of laughter as Sirius wrapped his arms further around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “...Are we okay?”
“I guess so.” You smiled at him as one of his hands moved from your waist to cup your face. 
“I just, I like what we’ve got going.” Sirius shrugged, “I wouldn’t want to lose that with you.” 
“I like what we’ve got too.” You smiled, pulling him in for a kiss. “So... your place?”
Sirius never apparated the two of you away quicker. 
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You were laid out on your bed wearing the skimpiest underwear you owned as you waited for Sirius to floo in. 
Marlene was due to be out visiting her family again which gave you both the perfect opportunity to use the flat whilst she wasn’t there. However, as your bedroom door opened with a slight knock, the person who walked in wasn’t Sirius by any means, but your blonde roommate. 
With a shriek, Marlene covered her eyes as she quickly exited your room out into the living room.
“Y/N!” You quickly grabbed your dressing robe and wrapped it round you, following after her with a sheepish expression on your face. “What the hell!”
“I’m sorry! I was... taking a nap!”
“Since when do you take naps in that position!” Marlene stared at you for a moment before something clicked and she suddenly gasped. “Oh Merlin, please tell me you were waiting for a guy!”
“Yes. Yes!” You replied quickly, trying to think up something to tell the girl. “I’m seeing a guy!” 
“Wait, I thought you turned down Gerard? Is it someone different?!” Marlene questioned.
“Yep, someone different! Completely different. Someone I met out.”
“Ohhh is he the cute one that works at the Ministry that we constantly bump into?!”
“Yep! Thats him!”
The blonde’s face suddenly lit up as she grinned at you widely. 
“Oh Merlin, right, let me get out of your hair then! I’ll just grab my jacket real quick so you can get down to business!” Quickly heading to her room, she grabbed the closest jacket and started to head towards the fireplace. “But, when I get back, I want every detail and I mean every detail. Merlin knows my love life is as dry as Peter’s hair.” 
The fireplace flushed with green light and as Marlene turned to send you a promiscuous look, which dropped as soon as she turned round to see Remus and James entering. 
“Oh, it’s you, what are you guys doing here?” 
“Lily sent us to pick up something from you girls. She said she left it in a box and you’d know what it was.” Remus shrugged as James made his way into your kitchen to grab something from your fridge. 
Exchanging a look with Marlene, you both pulled a blank as you tried to remember if Lily had left anything round your flat. 
“Do you have any idea as to what it was?” You asked.
“Something big and heavy which is why she sent us.” James grinned, biting into a large slice of cake. 
“Are you sure?” Marlene snickered at the looks the two boys sent her. 
The fireplace roared again and Sirius stepped out, a bottle of Firewhiskey in one hand and a bottle of whipped cream in the other. He grinned to himself before the expression fell from his face at the sight of the gathering in your living room. 
You shot him a sheepish look as you covered yourself more with your robe, now feeling very aware you had not much on underneath it. 
“Merlin, what are you doing here?” Marlene asked him, eyeing up the two bottles in his hands. “Running errands for Lily too?”
“Uh... no, I came to see if any of you wanted to drink?” Sirius said holding up the bottle of alcohol.
“And the cream?” Remus asked with a frown.
“Snack.” Sirius shrugged, squirting some of the whipped cream in his mouth.
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“So Sirius, have you heard about Y/N’s secret boyfriend?” Lily asked him later that week. 
After the incident where Marlene had walked in on you, it was a lot easier to explain certain things such as the hickeys on your neck after you alluded to seeing someone. 
Marlene and you had also found out as to why Lily sent the boys to your flat to pick up something which wasn’t there. Apparently the two of them had been attempting to fix certain things around the cottage where Lily and James lived, which had started to drive the redhead mad. She then proceeded to send them on a wild goose chase just to get them out of her house for a while. 
Currently, you were sat at Lily and James’ after they had invited the group round for dinner. Remus, James and Marlene were off discussing what ideas would be good for the spare room in their house. The blonde witch was playing the mediator between good and bad ideas much to Lily’s relief. This left you with Lily and Sirius downstairs, now having a conversation you weren’t sure the direction of. 
“Uh, yeah, she might’ve mentioned him.” Sirius shrugged leaning back on the sofa, glancing towards you next to him as he took a sip of his alcohol. 
“So, when are we going to meet the guy?” She turned the question to you as she got settled in the armchair. “You still haven’t even told me his name!” 
“Well he’s really shy. I don’t think he’s up to meeting everyone yet.” You shrugged. 
“I mean you don’t want to push him, right?” Sirius butted in with a nod which you mimicked. 
“Exactly, you guys are a bit much sometimes.” You chuckled. 
“Well I’ll be nice! I want to the meet this guy who’s the ‘best sex she’s ever had’!”
You swore under your breath as Sirius turned towards you with an enormous smirk on his face. 
“Really?! The best sex she’d ever had?! That’s what you heard?!” He asked Lily before turning back to you. “You said that?!”
You narrowed your eyes at him, now skeptical at answering his question.
“I might’ve said that.” Sirius did nothing but laugh which you just rolled your eyes at before punching him lightly in the arm. “Why is that funny?”
“Because I’m very happy for him!” Sirius grinned before wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “And you! You lucky dog!”
“You’re the dog.” You scowled.
Sirius’ laughter was loud enough to attract the other three down from upstairs, much to your annoyance. Marlene grinned as she took the other seat on the sofa you and Sirius shared. 
“What’s got you laughing so hard?”
That only made Sirius laugh more.
“Can we please change the subject.” You rolled your eyes. 
“Alright, alright, kitten, I’ve actually got an Order question for you.” Sirius said as you leaned back into him.
“Go on.”
“If you have to sit through a meeting, does that mean your new secret boyfriend is better in bed than Gideon?” 
“Sirius!” Marlene reached over to smack his arm before she turned her attention to you. “...Is he?”
“I think I’m going to respect the privacy of my new secret boyfriend.” You said just as James and Remus sat down on the other sofa. 
Gideon was still slightly a sore subject for you. The breakup between you both was messy and despite the fact it happened months ago, you didn’t really want to talk to him or about him. The fact he also worked within the Order was difficult enough. 
“Why?!” Sirius questioned with a smirk. “I mean if this guy was me, and it was me who had learned that it was me that was the best you’ve ever had, I’d be going like this.”
Slipping out from his place on the sofa, Sirius jumped onto Lily’s coffee table and proceeded to pull a few dance moves, much to the amusement of Marlene and James. Lily, however had immediately tried to get him off her table, while Remus wasn’t looking too happy about discussing his sister’s sex life. You just rolled your eyes, mildly annoyed at how much he was milking the fact. 
After Lily managed to get Sirius down from her coffee table, he settled back into his spot next to you with a grin. You however, didn’t return it. 
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Later in the evening, you’d volunteered to grab some more wine from the kitchen when Sirius followed you. 
“Hey, Remus is due out all day tomorrow so I have the flat all to myself.”
“So?”
“I just thought you’d like to book in some time with the best you’ve ever had.” Sirius grinned at you, taking the couple bottles of wine from you when you shoved them at his chest. 
“You know what?” You turned to face him, “I’ll pass.”
“Why?” You at first did nothing but raise your eyebrows, before stepping back and badly mocked some of the dance moves he’d pulled in front of the group not too long ago. Sirius’ grin fell from his face as he took in your expression, realising he may’ve gone too far. “What’s your point?”
“Work it out, Sirius.” You rolled your eyes, grabbing the two bottles of wine from his grasp and walked back out to your group of friends. 
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You stayed mad at Sirius right through the next day. It was only when Marlene asked if you were annoyed with Sirius, you relented slightly on giving him the cold shoulder. 
Not too long after, Dumbledore sent you a patronus to meet at Order headquarters. You didn’t expect to first, see Sirius arrive only moments later, or for the headmaster to give you a mission for only the two of you. 
Apparently more magical activity was happening around Little Hangleton and Dumbledore wanted you both to go and scout it out. Quickly side-apparating, you both appeared in the little town and started to head towards the large house on the hill. It wasn’t until you were nearly at the front door before either one of you said anything.
“Okay okay, wait.” Sirius stopped you, reaching out for your arm and grabbing your attention. “Look, maybe I got carried away before, but there’s something you need to know. If I’m the best, it’s only because you made me the best.”
You narrowed your eyes at him, not giving anyway any facial expressions as your stared at him. 
“Keep talking.” 
“When I’m with you, it’s something else entirely. Anyone else that I’ve been with before you is nothing in comparison, because when we’re together, it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.”
The look you’d pinned him with began to soften which Sirius took as a good sign. Stepping closer, his hands cupped your face. 
“Anytime I spend with you, when we’re together intimately or not, means so much to me that I can’t even put into words.”
Slowly you felt your resolve drop and forced out a roll of your eyes, purely just because you didn’t want him to get the impression you gave in too easily.
“...You’re such a sap.”
The two of you shared a grin as your hands raised to lay on his chest, grabbing his familiar leather jacket and tugged him closer. 
Whilst the two of you had spent the last few moments making up, you both missed the movement behind you. It was only when Sirius’ eyes grew wide suddenly as he caught sight of the familiar face behind you, he moved to grab his wand, yet he wasn’t quick enough. 
A flash of purple collided with your back as the chilling laughter of his cousin cackled through the air. Bellatrix grinned maliciously as her spell hit you, right before Sirius wrapped you in his arms and apparated the both of you away. He didn’t plan on sticking around much longer if Bellatrix was accompanied by anyone else. With you injured, he didn’t stand a good chance at taking them on alone. 
Landing roughly in a heap with you still in his arms, he didn’t even register that he’d apparated straight back into your flat where Marlene and Lily were now standing, wands raised until they realised it was you. 
Grasping his wand, Sirius quickly hovered it above your body.
“Rennervate.” 
You didn’t wake.
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moondustis · 4 years
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perfect crime (m)
pairing: jung jaehyun + reader / seo johnny + reader genre: smut, angst word count: 6,8k summary:  There’s two rules when you start a no-strings kind of relationship: 1. Don’t fall in love and 2. Don’t make it into something bigger than it is. And well, let’s just say you were not the best at following rules. song recs: perfect crime - tinashe / triggered - jhené aiko / break my heart - dua lipa 
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Here’s the thing, you and Jung Jaehyun are not dating.
It’s actually far from that. The two of you just happened to hook up one night, then that became another night and now his number on your phone is what you call when you need a little body heat sometimes. So there, you both are just friends with benefits, if you will. Maybe not even friends, acquaintances with benefits would be a better way to describe it.
And here’s another thing. Maybe, just maybe. Like really, hypothetically speaking, you are falling in love with Jaehyun. Which is the number one rule not to break when you get involved in things like that, but it seems like your brain doesn’t work very well when Jaehyun is fucking you and it just mistakes his caring way of eating you out with something else.
But it’s fine, you’re a big girl, who knows how to deal and conceal your big girl feelings. It’s not like you’re going to do something drastic like confess to him or dye your hair pink at 3AM while listening to Beyonce sing about her cheating husband and feel like you too have been cheated.
It’s fine.
“Your hair looks good like this.” Jaehyun whispers on your ear, sending shivers all over your body. “Pink suits you.”
Weird thing to say when he’s balls deep inside of you, but your heart and pussy seem to enjoy it because it makes you clench around him. “Oh.” You dumbly say, fingers gripping the sheets on his bed as he gives you a nice thrust. “T-Thanks.”
He’s good at this, like really good. And it helps that he has the biggest cock you had ever seen. He moves his hips faster, and the sounds of skin slapping makes your head spin. “Fuck. You feel so good, baby. Taking me so well.” His voice is raspy as he nuzzles at your jaw, pressing open mouthed kisses all over it.
“Yes — Yes. Please” You pant as his hands move down your sides, one just lingering on your chest. “Feel so full.”
He likes when you say shit like that because he knows how big he is. Has asked you to say it many times before. “Yeah?” One hand moves down, pressing at your navel and he gives you an insane look. “Feel me here? On your tummy?”
You nod, feeling so close to your high and it just gets better when he presses his thumb to your clit, circling fast on it. He seems close too, by the way his thrusts are getting erratic.
“Fuck, fuck. I’m gonna cum.” He moans and you raise your hips, chasing your own release. You’re so close, so close. Almost there. “Fuck, Yerim.”
It’s like a bucket of cold water has been dropped on you. You watch as Jaehyun comes inside the condom, his eyes shutting closing and lips parting. You just stand there, frozen and feeling extremely small.
“What the fuck.” You whisper, slowly getting out of the shock of what just happened. “What the FUCK?”
“What?” He asks just as he pulls out of you, pulling his underwear up like he has no clue that he just said someone else’s name while fucking you.
You get up, now angry with the blood in your system just starting to boil. “Are you fucking kidding me?” You search for your underwear on the floor, pulling it up, followed by your pants. “Who the fuck is Yerim?”
“What the fuck are you - Oh.” He finally realizes what he’s done, giving you a pathetic look that makes you livid. “Shit. I’m sorr-“
“Yeah, shit.” You roll your eyes. Is he dumb? Does he really think this is something a simple sorry can fix? You put on your shirt and move to grab your purse and keys. “This — Whatever this is — It’s over now.
He finally takes action, getting up from the bed and trying to touch you but you walk away. “Wait —“
“You’re an asshole, you know that? I don’t care that you are fucking other people.” Yes, you do. “But saying their name while you’re fucking me is a bit too much.”
He looks like a fish out of water, mouth opening and closing as he looks for the right words to say.
“Don’t fucking call me again.” Is the last thing you say before you are slamming the door shut.
Maybe this time you’ll just shave off your head completely.
You don’t actually end up shaving your head. In fact, you get over the whole thing pretty fast. And Jaehyun, being such a nice guy, helps by not calling you even once just as you asked him to. Probably because he was too busy fucking Yerim, or whatever her name was.
Ok, maybe you weren’t that over it yet, but you were getting there.
“Aaaaargh.” You grunt out of nowhere, throwing yourself in the couch both your roommates are lounging around. Anne, a girl you had met on your first year of college and instantly clicked with, looks at you like you are crazy.
“Can you stop doing that? It’s the third time today you just make an weird noise out of nowhere.” She points out and Jisoo, the other roommate and biggest scorpio you had ever met, hums in agreement.
Your whine is childish and you would feel bad for bothering your friends, but right now what you need is for them to feel bad for you. “Please have some respect for my suffering. Your fake sniffles does nothing to them. “I just really need someone to dick me down, okay? Or else I’ll go crazy.”
“Dickpression.” Jisoo says and you almost laugh. She was right. “You need to stop being dramatic, for starters.”
“Why don’t you just call Jaehyun or whatever his name was?” Anne says and you gasp at the same time Jisoo lets out a hiss. Anne wasn't present when you had went on a little spiral about how he was the worst guy in the planet and how you never wanted anything to do with him ever again.
“Oh my god, Anne! Are you dumb?” A great friend, Jisoo was. “He cheated on her, let’s not say his name in our sacred space ever again.”
“He didn’t cheat on me.” It sure felt like it to you but you knew it was far from the reality. You weren’t dating or anything, he just happened to make a mistake that broke your heart. Things like this happened.
“Girl, he said someone else’s name while fucking you.” Jisoo says. “That’s cheating to me.”
You just shrug, not really wanting to have this conversation anymore. Just after the whole thing had happened, you had took some time to do some internal thinking and realized that your feelings for Jaehyun were stupid and you should just move on already. Easier said than done, of course. But so far you hadn’t cried once and you sure didn’t want to because your friends were validating your feelings.
“Well, whatever. That’s the past now.” That earns you a little ‘yes, girl’ from your friends. “We need to focus on my present situation and how I’m going to go crazy if I don’t get some action.”
You really were being dramatic. It had only been what, two weeks or so, and you and your roommates knew well enough that you had gone longer than that without it. You were not horny but you were bored, and that was dangerous enough by itself. But you were also heartbroken and a little thirsty for revenge, so that was just key for making bad decisions.
Anne bites on her nail, forehead a little creased as if she's in deep thought. That probably won't go well. “I think that what you really need is not dick. What you need is to go out with your friends and have some fun. ” She starts and you raise one eyebrow at her. “Get a little crazy, ya know? Put on a slutty dress and maybe flash your ass a bit in a sketchy club with your girlfriends.” 
She says the whole thing in a weird voice, making you laugh. “What��s this, some sort of intervention?” 
Jisoo laughs too, throwing a pillow at Anne. “Please don't start going on about how friends are more important than sex.” 
“First of all, they are. Gals before balls, or whatever.” She laughs at her own jokes. “But, for real. We could really go out. And if you still want some action I can hook you up with someone.”
Now that could go very wrong. Your past experiences with any of Anne’s friends had been awful, for starters. She just had some weird dudes on her friend circle and you weren't trying to get with a weird guy with a foot fetish again. “Like who?” You ask, skeptically. 
Jisoo watches the whole conversation, amusement on her face like she’s watching a soap opera. “I don't know, man.” Anne throws her hands around. “Johnny is a nice guy, mayb-”
“Oh my god, no fucking way.” You exclaim just as Jisoo jumps in excitement and yells her agreement. 
“That would be so good.” She says and you get a pillow to muffle your screams. 
“Why? What am I missing?” Anne asks.
“Johnny is literally Jae -- He’s the cheater’s best friend. That’s such a good idea.” That makes Anne clap excitedly like a child and you sigh loudly. 
“Is it? Is it really a good idea? Like, I’m sure I would be a really bad person if I used that poor guy like that.” You really would. Things were not messy right now but they sure would be if you started involving people that had nothing to do with it into the situation. On the other hand, you really would like to make Jaehyun at least a little bit upset.
You eye Anne as she grabs her phone and starts typing at ii suspiciously. “It wouldn’t, babe. You’ll just go to a party with a nice guy, have some fun and maybe make out with him a bit.” Jisoo says, moving closer to you to rub your arm affectionately. If you hadn't mentioned before, she was a really good friend. “Besides, you don’t have to do anything with him if you don’t absolutely want to. And if you do, then it will be for yourself not because you want to make some guy jealous.” 
She made a point. “And I just texted Johnny and he said he’s down for it, so there’s no going back now.” Anne deadpans and you let out a mini scream. 
“What the fuck, are you crazy? What did you say to him?” Snatching the phone out of her hand, you read the conversation she just had with him.
Anne: 
hey johnny
what’s up?
Johnny (from Chemistry 101):
heyyy 
nothing much wbu?
this text was a lil unexpected lmao
Anne: 
i know lol sorry
i just wanted to talk to you abt something
theres this friend of mine, ___. 
shes really down lately and i just want her to have some fun, u know?
You playfully punch her in the arm. “You asshole, I’m not down. You made me sound sad and desperate.”
“You were literally screaming about dick not ten minutes ago.”
You scoff. “Whatever.”
Anne: 
so i was wondering if you would like to meet her and take her out this weekend
i heard lee taeyong is throwing a party
Johnny (from Chemistry 101): 
okay...
that really came out of nowhere lol
Anne: 
lol ik 
but i promise you shes really cool
heres a picture for reference ;)
*attached picture*
Your friend was really selling you out like that. And that wasn't even a good picture. 
Johnny (from Chemistry 101): 
oooh damn
lmao
ok, give me her number :) 
“That was awful.” You hand her the phone back, throwing yourself back onto the couch with a deep whine. How would you even face this poor dude, you had no clue. Maybe you were a little fucked. 
“Stop being ungrateful, I just got you a hot date.” Anne says getting up and high fiving Jisoo. “Now who wants to order some pizza rolls?” 
What can you do but raise your hand in defeat. 
When friday comes all you want to do is hide yourself inside your room and never come out again. 
Johnny had texted you that same day and, for your complete agony, he was really nice. Like, really nice. The type of people that within a week of texting already made you comfortable enough to share an inside joke with. And that would be great, amazing, fantastic, because you had a date with this man that was funny, nice and looked extremely hot. And was probably packing, but that’s beside the point. That would all be great if you didn’t feel like complete shit for using him. 
And yes, ok, you weren't exactly using him. Maybe just a little. But it still made you feel bad. 
But you were a big girl, you could do this even if you had to listen to your girl power playlist while you put on your ‘slutty dress’ and applied gemstones to the end of your liner, like you were about to star in Euphoria or some shit. And your friends hype you up, giving you that extra confidence you were lacking so that when you walk out the house you feel like you truly are the hot girl Megan Thee Stallion was talking about. 
Well, that lasts for about 20 minutes, which was the duration of the drive to Taeyong’s house. You go literally weak in the knees when you see Johnny standing outside the house where you both agreed to meet up. 
“I can’t do this.” You say because he looks so good, even looking down at his phone to entertain himself while you didn't arrive. And he was so tall, like probably a good head taller than you and if that wasn't the hottest thing you didn't know what it was.  
“Yes, you can.” Anne says, patting your butt and giving you a sweet smile. “Now go get him and make that bitch pay.” 
So you go, legs shaking a bit when Johnny gives you a big smile as he spots you. How long would it take for you to fuck this up, you wonder.
He hugs you like you were long time friends when you come close enough and you almost sigh from how good he smells. “You look good.” He compliments and you almost melt, head going a bit blank when you feel his hand on your waist. 
“Oh, thank you.” The laugh you let out could only be described as awkward but he doesn't seem to notice. “You don’t look so bad yourself.” That was good. Smooth, carefree even. You let him lead you inside the party, hand still in your lower back as he basically towers over you. 
You feel overwhelmed the moment you step inside the house. There’s not many people, but enough to make it feel like the place is almost too crowded and the song playing is so loud that you cringe. You run your eyes through the room and when you spot the kitchen you drag Johnny by the hand, wanting to get there as fast as possible. You don't notice you haven't even thought about Jaehyun for that short amount of time. 
“Let’s get drunk!” You exclaim when you both enter the kitchen and that makes Johnny laugh.
“Alright.” You feel his eyes on the back of your head as you pour the two of you not one, not two, but three shots of tequila each. “Not wasting any time are you?”
“Nope.” You emphasize the ‘p’, dipping your hand in the salt bowl and licking it before you offer the bowl for him and he does the same. His eyes don't leave yours as he licks the white substance and that makes you nervous for some reason. You shake the thoughts by grabbing your shot and raising one eyebrow at him. “Ready?” 
“Let’s do this.” Is his answer and then you are both downing the first shot, grimacing before moving to the next and by the third one you are already laughing, barely being able to bite onto the lemon Johnny holds out for you. 
You look directly at him, mischief in your eyes, when you finally bite the lemon, sucking of it before the sour taste fills your mouth. He laughs when you let go and your face contorts. “Stop laughing at me.” You playfully laugh, poking  your tongue out at him. 
“I’m sorry, I just thought you would handle it better.” He teases. “Suggested doing three shots right away, after all. 
“I just wanted us to let loose, that’s all.” You justify and he hums in agreement. “Want tonight to be really fun.” 
“It will be.” Then he’s holding your hand and pulling you out the kitchen.
It turns out to really be fun. You get drunk pretty fast after the tequila shots and Johnny is so funny that you laugh at almost everything he says. He talks about what he’s studying, about how he detests chemistry and how he almost lost his hair when he tried to bleach it. And he doesn’t mind when you interrupt him when a song you love starts playing and you have to dance to it. 
You let yourself go when you two start dancing, his hands on your waist as you do whatever your drunk body wants to. It’s nice, not thinking about anything but the song that is playing and you enjoy it, swaying your hips and even singing some of the lyrics. It’s really fun, until your eyes focus on something you really didn’t want to see. 
Jung Jaehyun, standing on a wall with some friends that you don’t know around him. He’s wearing a black t-shirt and you can see the silver of his necklace from how low the neckline is. He has a drink on his hand and his friend seems to be excitedly talking about something, but he’s paying him no mind because his eyes are on you. His eyes are on you and your head suddenly starts spinning. 
How long had he been there for? Did he see you basically grinding against Johnny, who happened to be his best friend? Was he jealous? Was he angry? If he did and if he was, that meant your plan worked. You gotten your sweet revenge. But why didn’t you feel happy?
“You okay?” Johnny’s voice snaps you out of your little trance and just then you realize you had stopped dancing. 
You nod your head maybe too fast. “Yeah, sure. I’m peachy.” He gives you a puzzled look, hand brushing a strand of your hair that had fallen into your eyes. You hate how sweet the gesture was. “What about you?”
He smiles at that. It’s easy to make him do that, you realize. “I’m good. Want to drink something?” 
“No, it’s fine.” You reply, speaking your next words without really thinking. “I actually gotta find my friend, Jisoo. To make sure she’s okay and all.” 
Johnny’s probably too understanding for his own good. He lets you go that easily, saying he too will go find his friends and that the two of you can meet later on. It’s so easy it’s pathetic. 
You move from the dancing and drunk bodies until you’re standing in an empty corridor and you let your back hit the wall as you try your hardest not to sink to the floor in frustration. You were dumb, that’s what you really were because you knew exactly what would happen now. 
He finds you easily, probably had been watching you from the moment you walked away. “Fancy seeing you here.” His voice is low as he approaches you, eyes searching for yours and you want to slap his face when they meet.
You snort. “Is it really?”
He just shrugs, offering you his cup and you eye it suspiciously. “Want some?” He asks and you shake your head. 
“What is it?” What you really want to ask is why he’s being so nice and why is he acting like everything is fine between the two of you.
 “Orange juice.” Is the clever reply he gives you and you would laugh in other circumstances, you really would. Because you liked boosting his ego, liked seeing his smile when someone appreciates his jokes.
“You’re not funny.” Is what you decide to say.
He raises his eyebrows, probably not expecting that reaction. “Damn, okay.” He looks uncomfortable, uncertain and that is a high contrast to the bubble of confidence he usually appears to be. The first time he met you, he talked to you like he knew you would fuck him by the end of the night. Not in a cocky way, but in a way that made you actually want to do it more. That’s gone now.
“What do you want, Jaehyun?” It’s a genuine question. He had followed you for a reason, you both knew that.
He looks down, almost in a shy manner and it makes you feel inadequate for some reason. “Just wanted to talk to you, I guess. it's been a while.” He mutters lowly. “Kinda miss you.”
Lies. What does he miss exactly? Talking to you? Unlikely because of all the things you did together, talking was not on top of the list. Your body? Sex? Couldn't be, because apparently he could get it  with plenty other people.
“Well, that's too bad.” You reply bitterly. “Besides, I don’t really feel like talking to you right now.” 
He looks genuinely hurt at that but only for a moment and you almost feel bad for it. Almost. “Come on, don’t be so mean to me. Im sorry, okay?” His voice drops even lower as he comes closer to you. Risky thing to do, in your opinion. “What I did was stupid. But you can be mad at me forever, we weren't even dating.”
“Thank god.” You mutter and he rolls his eyes at that. He’s standing very close to you know, hovering above you as you can see every detail of his face. Can smell the perfume you like so much and it makes your head spin.
“It's not like I cheated on you.” His voice is completely defeated. That’s far from the right thing to say and he knows that too. 
“You really are an asshole. I told you before i don't — didn't — care if you fuck other girls.” You hiss, avoiding his eyes. “But what you did was the awful. You made me — You broke my heart“
“I know and I'm sorry, how many times do i have to say it?” He does sound sorry, you’ll give him that. “Come on, can’t we just be good again, baby?” 
Maybe that’s the moment it all goes down. Maybe it was already over from the moment you saw him staring at you. 
“I don't know, Jaehyun.” But you do know and for a moment you just stare at him like he’s staring at you, wonder if there’s want in your eyes like there is in his. You stare at his lips before he talks again. 
“I like these things on your eyes.” He always hits you with the most random compliments that make you go weak in the knee.
“Please don’t say things like that.” You whine and hit him lightly on the chest. That makes him smile and you wish it didn’t. 
“Why not?” He asks teasingly. 
“You know why.” He knows, he really knows. That’s why he moves his head down just a little so that he can press at kiss at your cheek. 
You should push him away right now. That would be the smart thing to do. The right thing to do. Johnny was probably somewhere looking for you right now, and here you were, letting Jung Jaehyun make you a fool out of yourself again. You should be angry, mad, not putty in his hand. 
“Tell me this, baby.” He whispers against your ear and you feel small. So small he could just grab you in his hand. “Did you come with Johnny to make me mad? Huh? Don't lie to me.”
“I didn’t.” Yes you did and your plan had worked apparently. But not in the way you expected. “The world doesn't revolve around your dick, you know.” 
He laughs lowly. “Really? Because I think you did. Dancing all around him like you knew I would be watching.” He tsks, voice is smug and you wish he would just end your suffering. “You don't have to do that baby. I already want you enough.”
“You’re evil, Jaehyun.” Is all you manage to say, voice slurred. “I can’t think straight when I’m around you.” 
All you can think about is how you want to kiss him right now, and he seems to be thinking the same thing. “You know you don’t have to think at all. I got you.” He murmurs against your skins, lips pressing on your jaw, kissing your face until he stops at your lips and they immediately part for them. 
One of your hands slips to the back of his hair then, closing the distance between you two. It’s a slow, languid kiss and you can taste the alcohol from his lips. Or maybe it’s from yours, but you couldn’t care less right now.  His hand holding your face is what keeps you grounded, because the feels of his tongue sliding against yours in opened mouth kisses could kill you right now. 
When you part from the kiss you’re both breathing heavily and his hands stay in your cheeks. “I want you so bad. Always want you.” He says, voice raspy. And who were you to deny him of that when you wanted him just as much. 
He was onto you the moment you stepped inside his room. Lips attached to your neck as you kept a vice grip on his hair, letting him know how much you were liking it. Usually Jaehyun took his time, building you up until you were begging, but tonight he seems to be the desperate one, with the way he grips your thighs, trying to push you closer to him and onto the bed at the same time.
You fall into the bed with a huff, him right on top of you and he continued his work on your neck. Tilting your head to give him more access, you feel the slide of his teeth on your sensitive skin and it makes you let out a moan. He continues doing that for a while, pressing kisses all over your and removing your dress while at it for better access. You give in easily, of course you do. 
“Do you want me?” He asks suddenly, voice muffled on your neck and you nod desperately.
“Yes. Yes, please.” You sound needy, pathetic. You are sure he loves it. He bites your neck after your reply, hands holding your thighs so he could scoop you up in the bed and your legs curl around his waist. 
You watch as he moves to remove his shirt and unbutton his jeans and you follow his lead by removing your own bra, biting your lips after throwing it somewhere in the room. 
He wastes no time in diving in your chest, licking one of your nipples before he starts sucking on it, making you arch your back underneath him like you’re asking for more. When his teeth close around it you let out a loud whine that makes him smirk against your skin. “Always so fucking loud for me.” He mutters and you can only reply with incoherent words. 
He kisses you again then, this time slower, with your mouths parting as he slides his tongue against your teeth before he’s sucking on your bottom lip. He moves his hips against yours in a slow grind, as if to test the waters, and your mind goes blank at the feeling of him hard against you. Fingers raking on his back, you try to bring him closer to you, as if that was possible. 
“Are you wet? Hmm?” He whispers against your jaw and you can only nod. As if to check, he presses two fingers on your clothed core. The way you have soaked through the cotton of your panties seems to be confirmation enough because he removes them, followed by his own underwear. 
Back on you, he drags his middle finger to your slit to your clit, circling it in a torturing way. He inhales deep when you whine against his lips. “Jaehyun.” His name falls from your lips in complete surrender. 
He presses one last fervent kiss to your lips? “Do you want it? — Fuck — Please, tell me.” His voice is strained as his hardness slides through your lower lips and you try to press him closer with your calves on his hips. “Please.”
“I want it - Jesus, I want it so bad.” Is all he needs to hear. In a blur, you watch him reach for his bedside table and retrieve a condom. You watch as he slides it on and then squeezes his cock in his fist trying to calm himself down.
He guides himself to your entrance, pushing the tip inside and your head spins, making you moan loudly. “That’s it. Take me, Baby — Fucking hell — That’s it.” 
it’s pure bliss when he bottoms out, you sighing from how full you feel and him grunting deeply in his chest. His hands immediately grips at your hips and he gives you the first thrust, hard and deep. 
He only gets rougher, each trust hitting you deeper than the last as his hips moves against yours. It’s when he whines against your mouth and brings a thumb to your clit that you know he won’t last long. “So fucking tight, god.” He hisses. “Taking me so well. You always take me well.” 
You bask in the praise, and with another thrust you’re coming all over him, squeezing him in and legs pushing him even deeper. “Oh, fuck.” You almost yell and he swallows it with his lips.
In a moment he’s coming too, with a low grunt and what you think is your name falling from his lips. You can feel him pulsing inside you when his forehead knocks against yours. This was probably the fastest any of you had ever reached your release with each other and you weren’t sure what that meant. 
Closing your eyes as he pulls out, you try not to think about it.
You wake up with a headache and an ache between your legs. When you open your eyes, the surroundings are familiar and it only makes your head hurts even more. You remember every single thing that happened. 
Just as you sit up in the bed, Jaehyun walks in with a plate of what you think is sliced fruit and a glass of water that he hands you. “Morning.” His voice is raspy and his face is puffy, meaning he hasn't been awake for long. 
“Morning.” You reply, voice barely coming out so you down the glass of water before speaking again. “What time is it?” 
“It’s almost 3pm. We slept a lot” You mutter a little ‘fuck’ as he sits next to you in the bed and it feels weird to be here, unnatural. You had never stayed over before and it shows on how neither of you know how to act. “Here, I cut some apple for you. Might help if you’re feeling sick.”
Now that’s sweet. Too sweet for the occasion. “Thanks.” You take the plate from him, picking one slice and biting into it. It’s silence for a minute, only your chewing and the fan sound filling the room. You try not to think about anything, or else you would have a panic attack right away.
He clears his throat suddenly and you brace yourself. “About what you said in the party. I didn't mean to.” His voice is barely a whisper as he stares at you. “Break your heart I mean.”
You mutter a little oh, slice of apple falling from your grip. There’s nothing you think of saying, so you just stare back at him. He’s really beautiful, and you had noticed before of course, but right now fresh out of bed and unguarded he looks almost angelic. 
“But I can't give you what you want.” He continues and each word feels like a punch in your chest. “I'm not ready to be anyone's boyfriend.”
“Okay. I can understand that.” Your response is flat, dry.
His eyes soften at that. “It’s okay if you hate me.” 
“I don't.” That’s a lie at the same time it’s not and he gives you a look because he knows that too.” Okay, maybe a little bit.” 
He gives you a sweet smile that only makes you heart ache more and you place the plate he gave you on the bedside table before getting up.
“We can still be friends.” He says while you’re getting dressed.
You cringe at his words. How naive of him to think like that. “We are not friends, Jaehyun.” Your voice is small, not wanting to hurt him even though he just did that to you. “ And… I don't think I want us to be.” 
“Ok.” Is the only thing he says.
“Ok.” You mimic, before you’re walking away.
The walk of shame is, thankfully, better than the rest of it all. You walk the whole way from Jaehyun’s dorm to yours in complete silence and without a thought in your head. It’s nice not thinking about anything, because these days it seems like your mind won’t let you catch a break. There’s always something in your head, how you need to raise your GPA and how you might fail a class or two, the uncertain thought of maybe not being able to find a job after you graduate. And finally, the one that makes you stay up at night, the excruciating thought of not being good enough for anything or anyone. That’s the one that makes you stay up at night staring at the ceiling as your insides eat you alive and the one that makes it hurt just a little more that Jung Jaehyun doesn't want you. 
But you don’t think about that at all. Not until you reach your house.
When you open the door you are met with emptiness and silence, and for now you’re thankful for it. You check your phone just in case, as you drop your things in the kitchen counter, and are not surprised to be met with 10 phone calls, 2 of them being from Johnny and a crazy amount of texts. 
You only open the chat with your roomates, quickly going through their messages of worry and sending them one back reassuring you were ok and had just gotten home. After that you shut your phone down, moving silently to the bathroom. 
The cold water of the shower manages to wake you up from your daze. Taking a deep breath as the water streams hit your back, you think back to the conversation. If that could be called a conversation at all. He did most of the talking, like he had it all planned out on his head. And it was so sudden, so quick that you think he probably wanted it to be over fast, like ripping off a bandaid. 
But it was better like this. You wonder if you would have said anything you regretted if you had stayed longer. You shut your eyes tightly. 
You hadn’t cried about it yet. You probably wouldn’t, didn’t really feel like it. This isn't even heartbreak, if you are being honest with yourself, this is just a bruise to your ego, that the target of your infatuation didn't reciprocate your shallow feelings. And it hurts, of course it does but there’s ways to fix it. 
When you get out of the shower and finish drying yourself you realize that you don’t want to be alone at the moment. You think of calling your friends, but they wouldn’t rest until you had spilled every single detail and you weren't ready to do that yet. 
Your thumb hovers the number that had texted you five times yesterday. The first two asking of your whereabouts and the last ones asking if you were okay, and to text him. You don’t hesitate before pressing on the call button. 
It rings three times before he picks up. “___. Hi.” His voice is sweet, even after what you did. 
“Hi, Johnny. I’m sorry for not calling earlier, I just passed out when I got home.” You give a little chuckle, trying to hide your nervousness. 
“Oh, that’s fine. Are you okay, thought? You disappeared last night and then Anne texted me asking if I knew where you were.” It’s an awful feeling knowing you made your friends worried, but you would fix it. You always did.
“Yeah, I’m okay. Sorry about all that.” Your clear your throat before asking the next question. “I was kinda wondering If I could come over… I can bring food, to make it up to you.” 
And he says yes, of course he does. So you get ready, buy the chinese takeout he said he liked and in an hour you’re standing outside his house. 
“Hey, there.” He greets you with the same warmth he did yesterday. Only this time he looks more laid back, with a white t-shirt and sweatpants. It’s a good look. “You’re a savior, I was starving.” 
He takes the food from your hands and you laugh, walking inside his dorm and taking it in. It looks nice and you wish you were here in different circumstances, that you had taken time to actually get to know him instead of rushing everything to fulfill your own ego. “Are you hangover?” You try and make small talk while he gets the utensils he needs before gesturing to the couch in the middle of the room, and you take a seat. 
“Not really. Didn’t drink much after you left.” He places the food on the small table in front of you, opening the lids and you suddenly realize how hungry you were. “Are you?” 
“Nope.” You reply. You only had a headache, but you doubt that was from a hangover. 
“Then one beer won’t kill us.” He jokes, placing the beers he had retrieved from the fridge before finally sitting beside you on the couch. 
You start eating after that, both of you too hungry to talk about anything but Johnny keeps you entertained and you are not surprised to see he’s just as nice as he was yesterday. 
Only when the food is gone and Johnny is cracking open his second beer you decide to say something about what happened. 
“Listen, I’m sorry about last night. I got caught up with a friend and you know, had to help her out.” The lies comes easy and you feel bad, but the truth would be far worst. “I really did have a good time, though. Before I left.” 
He takes a sip before he’s smiling at you. “It’s fine, don’t worry. Shit like this happens.” You stare at his face. It’s impossible that he’s real, with his pretty face and understanding words. “And I had a good time too, was just a bit sad that I didn’t get to even kiss you.” 
That surprises you and you blush at his words. You knew he was at least a bit attracted to you and in the end, wasn't this the reason you had called him asking to come over in the first place? Isn't this what you wanted, a bit company? But you didn't expect him to be the one initiating it. 
You gulp down the lump on your throat. “W-We have time now, though. Don’t we?” 
He just laughs, nodding before he’s kissing you. It’s a slow, tentative kiss and he holds you by the back of your neck. He pressed his lips against yours, before he’s pulling at your bottom lip and you grip at his t-shirt. You’re impatient, trying to lick at his lips to get him to part them but doesn't let you have your fun. 
He just moves your head to his liking, kissing you deeper and your grip on his t-shirt gets tighter as your try to get him closer to you. 
He chuckles from your desperate ministrations, and you wonder when you had become this person, that is greedy and pathetically needy. That wants things to move fast so you don’t have time to think about Jaehyun. “Easy, angel.” Johnny mutters against your lips. “We have time, remember?” 
You just nod, trying to wrap your mind around that fact. You take a deep breath and start again. 
Maybe this time you would get things right.
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summary - a boy you had always written off as annoying and hostile comes to your aid in a time of need and you come to find... maybe he was never as bad as he seemed.
warnings - alcohol, abusive ex, minor injuries and mentions of blood
word count - 2.4k ish
a/n - here’s the luke fic i mentioned, as promised :) i was honestly just day dreaming about this and so i thought i’d write it into existence. it’s really not my best work just something fun so please don’t judge it too harshly 😳
Your party dress was so tight you could barely breathe, but they always say “beauty is pain”. So you tugged the dress down around your thighs and took a deep breath. You were ready to get absolutely shitfaced and to forget about Caden and the skinny blonde you found in his bed with him. This wasn’t the first time you’d been cheated on, but you would make certain it would be the last.
You weren’t even sad anymore. Just fucking angry.
You waste a year of your life on a person and they throw it away in a second. Going through pictures was hard not because you missed him but because of how much you wished you could reach through the screen and strangle him.
You stepped into the house — some friend of a friend of a friends, you thought — and immediately headed for the alcohol. You desperately needed to blow off steam and this seemed like the perfect way.
You wouldn’t remember any of this in the morning anyway. You needed the distraction.
You breezed past your second least favorite blondie at the moment who gave you a smirk and you flipped him off. He rolled his eyes, turning back to the little red head next to him and shoving a hand in his pocket.
Luke had always been an asshole. He’d teased you since grade school, but you always fought him back. You think that’s probably why he kept doing it but your temper made it difficult to hold your tongue whenever he was around. He’d never tease your friends, it was always you and he always pushed the right buttons to get you all riled up.
You would do your best to ignore him tonight - this was about letting anger go, not reigniting it.
A fun night dancing with your friends ensued. You stood on tables and requested songs to the DJ and you felt yourself forgetting about Caden. Forgetting about his shitty apologies and thoughtless anniversary gifts and how he cared more about his car than you.
All that mattered right now was this moment.
Until his green eyes locked with yours and you felt that fiery pit of rage reignite in your stomach. Now he was here to ruin your night just when you were finally forgetting about his dumb face. Your jaw clenched, you were seething just at the sight of him.
Without a second thought, you moved away from his line of sight and made a beeline for the kitchen to make yourself another drink. That second of eye contact had sobered you up more than you were comfortable with and you felt the strongest urge to go find him and whoop his ass.
The tequila was only just making it into your red solo cup when a hand found a spot on your lower back.
You turned around quickly and to your surprise, Caden stared back at you, a look of fake sincerity on his face.
“You look sexy.” He reached up to stroke your cheek and you almost let him, frozen in pure astonishment, but you quickly came to your senses and slapped his hand so hard it must’ve left a mark. He winced, “what the fuck?”
You could smell the alcohol on his breath. By the slurring in his words, you figured he’d had a lot.
You wiggled out of his grip, hissing “stay the fuck away from me,” and stalking off.
Before you could get very far, Caden grabbed your wrist tightly, sending a wave of pain up your arm. “Watch it!” You tried to pull away again but to no avail.
He grabbed your jaw, pulling you forward so you could feel his hot breath on your cheek. “Don’t fucking walk away from me.”
“Let. Me. Go.” You writhed in his grip but it only tightened. You felt his hand press firmer against your airway. You could barely breathe. You tried to look around, the kitchen was empty.
He forced your face closer to his, attempting to kiss you. “What the fuck are you doing, Caden?” You managed to get out. The only thing you could think to do was stomp hard on his toes with your heel and he immediately doubled over, groaning in pain, but his grip on your left wrist didn’t loosen. He stood again with an even more intense anger in his eyes.
“You’re gonna regret that.”
Before he could act on that statement, a forceful punch sent him stumbling backwards, hunching over the sink with a hand pressed against his cheek.
You gasped in shock and looked back to see none other than Luke fucking Hemmings standing there, wringing out his wring clad fingers. “I mean, the dude has always been an asshole. You really don’t know how to pick ‘em do you, (y/n/n)?”
You scoffed, but before you could even process what was happening, Caden sent a hard punch right into Luke’s jaw. Luke winced, falling back a few steps but quickly regaining his composure.
Caden turned his head and spat, leaving blood on the wood floor. “This doesn’t concern you, asshole.”
Luke smiled and ran his hands through his hair. “You don’t choke a girl and get away with it, Caden.” Luke stepped forward, punching Caden once in the cheek and while he was down, again in the stomach. You winced. Not for Caden, but for Luke’s hand.
Caden collapsed onto the floor with some melodramatic groans and you felt absolutely zero sympathy.
Taking one more look at Caden’s pathetic, crumpled up body, and holding back some name calling, you grabbed Luke’s arm and began to tug him upstairs. “Come on.” Luke mumbled something you didn’t catch to a guy with colored hair and the guy began to lift Caden off the floor, dragging him toward the back door.
Luke let you pull him towards the stairs. “Hey, (y/n), at least buy me a drink first,” Luke laughed and you shook your head, already regretting this.
You pulled him into the bathroom and instructed him to sit on the counter so you could bandage up his hand.
His rings made the punches more painful for Caden but also left his fingers pretty battered. You winced once you got a glance at the bruises and cuts that already littered his hand. He had a busted lip too that was causing a trail of blood to form down to his jaw and then drip off his chin.
You grabbed a towel and began wiping at his face and then instructed him to hold it over his mouth.
He began to protest but you shushed him. His blue eyes were sparkling in the overhead light of the bathroom and you tried not to stare.
Bottles clattered as you shuffled around the medicine cabinet before pulling out an ACE bandage and some gauze.
You began lightly washing off his hand with some cool water and a little bit of soap. He watched you silently and you couldn’t quite read the expression on his face.
After a few minutes of silence, he spoke up. “You really don’t have to do this, you know,” though it was muffled by the towel still positioned over his lower lip.
You didn’t look up. “It’s the least I can do. You saved my ass.”
Luke scoffed. “You and I both know you would’ve gotten out of that just fine without my help.”
That made you smile. You looked up at him to find he was already staring back. A light flush took over your cheeks and you hoped he didn’t notice. By the subtle smirk on his face that followed, you could assume he probably did.
You cleared your throat. “Yeah, but it was nice to see him curled up on the ground like a little baby.” Luke laughed heartily and your heart fluttered at the sound.
“That was pretty great, wasn’t it?” Luke pulled the towel from his lip and it looked like the bleeding had stopped. You began to wrap the bandage around his knuckles. “I’ve always wanted to deck that asshole. I always kind of wondered why you stayed with him. He didn’t treat you very well.”
You stayed silent. Luke was right, but it was embarrassing. You had wondered yourself why you stayed with him.
Luke took your silence as a cue to change the subject. “Thanks for this.”
You smiled up at him and sealed the bandage. “My pleasure.”
Luke’s eyes softened as he looked down at you. “Maybe I should not be an asshole to you more often.”
You smiled and shook your head in playful annoyance. “Yeah, maybe you should.” You lightly hit his shoulder and he smiled.
You turned around and sat on the edge of the bathtub, feeling a wave of exhaustion hit you.
“You alright?” Luke asked, his features turning concerned.
You nodded, a little dazed, and then yawned. “Tired.” You let yourself slip back into the tub.
Luke laughed at your childish actions and hopped off the counter. “What are you doing, (y/n)?” He said fondly.
“I said I was tired, didn’t I?” You shut your eyes, thinking the bathtub would be a perfect place to take a nap.
You heard Luke sigh, figuring he would just leave, but instead, you felt a pair of strong arms slide underneath you, pulling you out of the bathtub without any warning.
You squealed. “Luke!”
“Relax.”
“Where are you taking me? I'm capable of walking you know.” You kicked your legs back and forth stubbornly and Luke just looked down at you, clearly amused.
“I'm just taking you somewhere you can sleep.”
“I don’t want to sleep in a stranger's bed,” you protested.
“You won’t be.” You looked up at Luke in an attempt to read his expression but before you could ask any more questions, he kicked a door open to your left.
“Luke—” you started.
“It’s alright. It’s just my room, I don’t mind.” Luke dropped you onto his navy sheets and you froze, unsure how to respond.
“This… this is your house?”
He nodded, his brow quirking upward as if to say “and what about it?” You probably wouldn’t have come to the party if you knew. Your feelings towards Luke at the beginning of the party were drastically different than what you felt now.
Before tonight, when you looked at Luke you saw a smug asshole that always had a new girl under his arm and a bottle of beer in his hand. The Luke that chased you around the playground and tossed wood chips at your head at recess.
Now when you looked at Luke your stomach twisted up into knots and your pulse sped up in anticipation and nerves. What was he doing to you?
You swallowed. “As long as you're alright with it.”
He shrugged, giving you a casual smile and you settled into his sheets.
He sat down beside you and pulled the comforter up to your chin. You stared at him with curiosity.
“Don’t let me sleep more than an hour, alright?” You turned onto your side, now facing Luke.
He smiled and nodded, reaching out unexpectedly to tuck a stray hair behind your ear.
You felt blood rush to your cheeks. “I won’t. Sleep tight, (y/n).”
Luke got up and left the room, leaving you with no chance of getting any sleep at all.
As soon as Luke stepped foot out of the door, you regretted letting him go.
You contemplated getting up and finding him for a minute, letting yourself ponder the possibilities.
After some intense contemplation, you threw the covers to the side and tiptoed towards the door, nearly face planting a few times trying to navigate in the dark.
Finally, your hands found the doorknob, turning it quickly and throwing the door open — only to be faced with the same pair of blue eyes that left the room a few minutes ago.
Luke cleared his throat, his face flushing a violent pink, and without another word, you grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him into the dark room with you.
You didn’t know where a relationship with Luke might take you or if he was even interested in that, but you did know that when you were with Luke, you felt safe.
And you had a gut feeling he would never hurt you.
Through a swirl of heated skin and puckered lips, you stumbled back onto the bed, Luke hovering over top of you.
He leaned down, peppering kisses along your neck and down to your collarbone. You felt goosebumps rise on your arms.
His sheets smelled like him — clean like laundry detergent and like the ocean.
Luke pulled away from you, his breath heavy. “You’re drunk. I'm drunk. I beat up your ex a little while ago. Maybe we shouldn’t do this now.”
You hummed in agreement, but it took a lot to do so. It was taking an intense amount of restraint not to pull Luke down towards you again.
Luke began to get off of you but you grabbed his arm hastily. “Stay?”
He eyed you suspiciously, wondering what your intentions were. You rolled your eyes. “Just to sleep.”
He smiled softly and nodded before rolling over next to you and stealing some of your covers.
Luke laid still for a moment and you wondered if he would make a move and as if he had read your thoughts, he reached over and tugged on your arm. You secured yourself in his grip, your back against his chest, and hummed in content.
You felt his pulse quicken against your back and smiled.
You brought one of his hands up against your cheek and he nuzzled his nose into your back.
“It’s not a good idea to leave everyone unsupervised in my house but I just can’t find it in me to care right now.”
You laughed and gently squeezed his hand. “You can go back if you need to. I wouldn’t want your house to get wrecked.”
He shook his head against your back. “Let it get wrecked. I've waited too long to be in the position I am now to give it up that easily.”
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Requested?: Yes! Anon requested a daughter or sister x Jack Ryan, and this is what I came up with.
Word Count: 1.6K+
Author’s Note: Honestly needed this, helped me to just write something! Requests are open, send in whatever you’d like and I’ll write it. Feeling a bit more optimistic about getting series out to you guys now that I’ve written this!
Warning: none. It’s floof.
The suburban paradise life had never quite been Jack’s style. While he hated to admit it, he thrived on the chaos of war zones, on the thrill that came with gunfire, and he needed to be a hero. Saving people, whether from terror attacks or corrupt politicians or chemical warfare, was what Jack thirsted for. He needed to have control in dangerous situations, needed to be the one calling the shots or coming up with the solutions.
His new position at the CIA allowed just that: Deputy Director.
It was a big jump, and despite moving into the more political side of the job, Jack was still out in the field, getting shot at on a semi-regular basis. It was like a custody arrangement: one month in the office and on Capitol Hill, the next in some arid landscape or swamp marsh with only a pistol and his instincts.
The fact that Jack had reached such a high level of security clearance at such a young age, the man turning 42 next week, was due to three factors:
1. He was a national treasure
2. He was good at his job
3. And Jack had no real commitments outside of work.
At least, he didn’t until a month ago.
“You look like shit, Jack.” A familiar voice greeted the doctor as he walked into his office, dropping his workout bag on the floor. Jack let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair and closing his eyes as he took a moment. “What’s happened now?”
“You know, you could have told me how ridiculously difficult this job is, Jim.” Jack laughed through his scolding of his old curled partner Jim Greer, running his hands over his face before heading to his desk. He didn’t take a seat, he didn’t do anything to suggest he was even staying: instead he pulled out his car keys and slipped on a blazer.
“What did she do this time?” Greer smirked, following his younger counterpart towards the elevators, pressing the button on Jack’s behalf. The younger man was frazzled, his lunch hour run had been interrupted by a rather worrying call, Greer could just tell.
“I’ll be back in an hour. Call a meeting with Jacobs and Royce.” Jack asked as he stepped in, avoiding Greer’s question all together. The last thing he needed was to try and figure out just what had happened to call him away from his office.
All he knew was that it wasn’t good news.
“I won’t sit here and listen to you lecture me like I’m a goddamn preschooler. Unless you are pressing charges, I don’t need to be here, because you don’t have any proof.” Mr Hudson sighed at the words coming from the young woman’s mouth, his eyes narrowing as he examined the smirk on her face.
She sat there, in front of him, dressed too nicely to be a nuisance: there wasn’t a crease in her clothing, not a scuff on her shoe, not a hair out of place on her head. She had dark brown hair, it was held back from her face with a black alice headband, exposing a sharp jawline, pearl earrings, and a slender neck. In her blazer’s breast pocket, a floral kerchief and pen, just below a small badge pinned to the lapel.
It was small, one of the few decorative pieces she wore at all, but no matter how many times people had complained about that pin badge, she would not remove it.
Fuck you, I do what I want is what the pin read, and in the past month of knowing the young woman he had found that she stuck to the promise her pin badge proclaimed on her behalf.
“Miss Ry-” Mr Hudson started, but when the young woman raised an eyebrow he coughed quickly. “Miss Clairmont. While the school won’t be pressing charges, disciplinary actions need to be taken. We hold our students to a certain standard at Capitol Prep, and your radical opinions and your aura of suspicion cannot be tolerated.” Mr Hudson explained, stopped in his scolding by a knock at the door. “Come in.”
“Ah, the cavalry has arrived from Langley…” the young woman, Miss Clairmont, muttered, folding her arms and sitting up a little straighter as a man entered the room from the door behind her.
“Doctor Jack Ryan, I’m sorry to call you in during the work day.” Mr Hudson apologised in his greeting, causing Miss Clairmont to roll her eyes. The man’s demeanour shifted drastically when talking to people he respected.
“Why am I here exactly?” Jack asked, looking down at the girl to his right, a head of hair the exactly same chocolate brown as his own.
“Well, Miss Clairmont decided that hacking into our school systems would be a clever way to use her time in Computer Sciences today.” Hudson explained, and Jack took a moment, looking down at the girl, the fifteen year old who looked up at him with big eyes and a sweet smile. The same smile her mother had, the same glint in her eye he possessed.
“Well, considering your security systems are excellent, I think it was a great use of her time. I’m glad to know my daughter has been excelling in her extra curricular activities.” Jack said, and his daughter jumped up to her feet, picking up her bag and flashing her principal a smile.
“Doctor Ryan-“
“Suspend for three days, I’ll take away screen privileges.” Jack said in a closing statement. “I have a meeting to attend. Sweetie, let’s go.” He instructed, his daughter leading the way out the building, a dumbfounded principal left in the office alone.
“Really? We’re still going by Clairmont?” Jack asked with a chuckle as they sped towards the CIA buildings at Langley, where a new lead waited with Greer.
“I prefer my mother’s name to Ryan… Plus, all the kids know who you are.” She shrugged, picking at her nails. “Hard to live up to the reputation of America’s Golden Boy.” The comment was made in a semi-joking manner, but the avoidance of eye contact was clear.
Jack was new to being a father, and most certainly new to being the father of a fifteen year old girl he had only ever seen on holidays. While the full story was a winding road no one ever had time to explain, Jack essentially became his friend’s, Marie Clairmont, sperm donor, and the godfather of her daughter. Marie lived abroad most of her life, and it was only upon her untimely death about a month ago that he became a legal guardian.
“Come on now…” he tried to soothe the tension, and she sighed.
“You called me your daughter in there.” She blurted out, and Jack slowed down at a red light. The pair shared a glance, neither quite sure who would speak first.
“Did I?”
“You did. You said you were glad to know that I, your daughter, was excelling in her extra curricular activities.” She paraphrased, gesturing with her hand to signal Jack was holding up traffic.
“Sorry.” Was all Jack could manage, and they fell in silence once more, soon pulling into the garages below the Langley buildings.
“I know…” She began as Jack switched off the engine, still not looking his way. “Would you ever consider adopting me?” The question caused Jack to look over in shock. He had never considered the question to be brought up, not once. She was rather adamant on being a Clairmont, to honour her mother, and Jack wouldn’t want to jeopardise that ever.
“Do you want me to adopt you?” He asked, and she finally turned to look at him. He had gotten used to associating her face, freckles and dimples and all, with the most joyous and festive times of the year: every Christmas and birthday Jack got to see those chubby cheeks and toothy smiles. He got to see her ever changing wardrobe and growing obsession with the Star Wars franchise, even bought her a lightsaber for her 7th Christmas. Had Jack’s job not been so busy, he would have made it to more celebrations, but a place was always set for him, just in case.
“... I think it would be quite nice to be as Clairmont-Ryan.” She answered with a smirk. “Might take a while to get used to calling you dad though.”
“You don’t have to call me dad…” Jack said quickly, worried she was angry or being passive aggressive, but the smile on her face said otherwise.
“You know, I’m really bumping up your resumé. Not only have you stopped terrorists and aided in the fixing of Venezuela, now you’re a single dad. Honestly, women will be all over you, Jack.” She teased, stepping out of the car with him. He chuckled to himself, the bubbly teen before him giving him a reason to feel pride.
“Gotta day, I like dad better, kiddo.” The pair fell into step, his arm going around her shoulder and hers around his waist to hug as they walked.
“Dad it is.”
“... Now let’s discuss things you can’t do at the private school I pay for. Number one, hacking into their systems.” Jack spoke up as the elevator doors closed, and she let out a laugh. “How did you even learn to do that? You’re fifteen, Athena.”
“Ah, yes, but my mother was a genius and my dad sets a morally grey example.” She grinned up at Jack, her dad, with bright eyes, her tone teasing and light.
As the elevator doors closed, and the pair shot up towards the eleventh floor, Jack knew that whatever came next, he would never let any harm come her way.
Ever.
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The Real Ghostbusters: Part Three
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 2,274
Warnings: typical supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual
Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated. I really want to hear what you guys think about this one!
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This case was taking a lot out of you, and you decided to sit on one of the couches with a glass of water in your hands. Your head is still throbbing with intense pain, and it’s not helping that Dean is pestering you about it while Sam paces on the phone nearby. Becky’s eyes were on Sam longingly, and Chuck was watching her admire the tall man. He seems to have a thing for her, but she’s clearly not interested in him. The couple are close enough to you but far enough to give you some space.
“Seriously, would you please tell me what’s wrong? I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s wrong,” Dean sighed.
“Dean, please,” you whimpered quietly.
“What is going on?”
“It’s Amara!” you yelled, causing a few heads to turn to you including Chuck’s. 
Lowering your voice enough to get the attention away from you, you looked at Dean in pain. Everyone went back to their own business, but Chuck’s eyes remained on you.
“It’s Amara, Dean. She’s in my head and she won’t leave. It’s like there is another person up there constantly bugging me and telling me shit. She’s telling me one thing, but the angels are telling me something different. She says she wants to get her family back, but Gabriel says that she’s evil and wants nothing but destruction. I don’t know who to listen to, and frankly, you asking me what’s wrong every five fucking minutes isn’t helping!”
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“No,” you sighed, calming down just a bit. Actually, getting that out helped your headache some. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. It’s just overwhelming.”
“I’ll stop asking. You’ll tell me when you’re ready, okay? I’ll be here when you do. Deal?”
“Deal,” you nodded.
Shifting your gaze to Chuck and Becky, you caught his eye. He quickly looked away as if he was hiding something. Maybe he was, but you just didn’t have the energy to deal with it right now. Instead, Sam came back after getting off the phone to tell you two what he found out about Miss Gore and the kids she killed.
“Alright, so that was a guy with the County Historical Society. Not only did Leticia Gore butcher four boys, but one of them was her own son.”
“Her son?” Dean asked.
“Yeah. According to the police at the time, she scalped the kid.”
“Oh, that's it, I'm gonna deep fry this bitch extra crispy. Dude say where she was buried?”
“He doesn't know.”
“That’s great,” you said sarcastically.
“How’s your head doing?” Sam asked.
Before you had a chance to respond, you heard excited chatter from Tasha, Demian, and Barnes as they walked into the room.
“Check it out. There's the orphanage, here's the carriage house, and right there... cemetery,” Barnes said as he portrayed Sam.
“You think that's where Leticia's planted?” Tasha asked.
To go with her blue contacts, she had bracelets that lit up bright blue to symbolize your magic coming from your hands. It was weird to see how far people will go to get dressed up as a character… only you weren’t a character.
“It's worth a shot,” Barnes said. Getting up, you walked over to the trio with the brothers hot on your heels. You reached out to touch the map and only got a feel for it when Barnes yanked it away. “Hey, hey!”
“Hey, do you mind?” Demian asked, out of character.
“It’s real,” you said to the brothers. “A century old, at least, and he's right, there is a cemetery on the grounds.”
“Where'd you get that?” Dean asked.
“It's called a game pal. It ain't called charity.”
“Yeah right. Gimme the map, Chuckles.”
“Yeah, well, you're the Chuckles, Chuckles. Besides, Dean don't listen to nobody,” Demian pulled back his jacket to reveal a plastic gun.
“Dean! Cool it!” Barnes played Sam.
Dean pulled out his own gun, his Taurus, to threaten the man. However, his brother stopped him before he could do something drastic.
“Dean!” Sam scoffed.
“What! They're fucking annoying.”
“Look, guys,” you took over to talk to the three people. “We just want to find the bones, okay? We all do. We should work together. It would go faster, you know?”
“Ahem. We... ah... we get the Sizzler gift card,” Barnes said after exchanging glances with his friends.
“Fine,” Dean rolled his eyes.
“And we get to be Sam, Dean, and Y/N,” Tasha pointed out.
“Fine,” you sighed.
“Yes,” Demian whispered to himself as the fake trio lead the group out of the hotel.
They were much faster at this because they were the ones who were most excited. Demian turned to look at you over his shoulder as they walked.
“Hey, Rufus, Bobby, and Ellen, would you hurry it up?”
“Are you alright?” Sam asked his brother who clearly didn’t like this.
“I’m trying to be.”
“So, where were we?” Barnes asked his partners.
“Right, got it. Ahem,” Barnes goes into character. “Why are we even here Dean? You just following dad's footsteps like a good little soldier? You that desperate for approval?”
“This isn't you talking Sam.”
“See that's the difference between you and me. I got a mind of my own. I'm not pathetic.”
“Sam, please stop it,” Tasha cried.
Okay, this was getting really old.
“So, what are ya going to do Sam? Are you going to kill me?” Demian asked.
“Man, I am so sick of you telling me what to do!” Barnes shouted.
“Alright, you know what? That's it. That is it!” Dean exploded, walking ahead of the group to take charge.
You were pissed too, but Dean was more so than everyone else.
“What's wrong Bobby?” Demian asked.
“I'm not Bobby, okay? You're not Sam. You're not Dean. You’re not Y/N. What is wrong with you? Why in the hell would you choose to be these guys?” Dean shouted angrily.
“Because we're fans. Like you,” Barnes said in his normal voice.
“No. I am not a fan, okay. Not fans. In fact, I think that the Dean, Sam, and Y/N story sucks. It is not fun. It is not entertaining. It is a river of shit that would send most people howling to the nut house. So, you listen to me. Their pain is not for your amusement. I mean do you think they enjoy being treated like... like circus freaks?”
“Uh… I don't think they care, because they're fictional characters!” Demian pointed out.
“Oh, they care. Believe me. They care a lot,” Dean glared, storming off down the path leaving everyone to stare off after him.
Sighing, you followed him so that Sam could deal with the fans.
“Dean,” you said as you stopped him.
“Tell me this doesn’t bother you too!”
“It does, okay? And it’s making my headache worse, but we just need to find the bones and then we’re out of here. Don’t pay attention to them. Pay attention to me,” you said, putting your hands on his arms.
“Whatever,” he scoffed.
“That’s my big strong hunter,” you teased, linking your arm with his as you continued on down the path to the cemetery.
When you got to it, everyone started shining their lights on the different graves in the small cemetery. After looking around, you and Sam found Leticia’s grave and Dean found the four boys the legend talks about.
“I found the four boys.”
“Here’s Leticia Gore,” you pointed out.
Looking up, you noticed Barnes, Demian, and Tasha going off on their own, shining their flashlights in the bushes.
“Uh, what are you guys doing?” you asked.
“We're looking for bones genius. They gotta be around here somewhere,” Demian said.
“Okay. Generally, bones are in the ground,” you said, dropping the duffel bag you carried with you that had your shovels, kerosene, and salt in them.
“Yeah, I know that. I just,” he paused when you, Sam, and Dean took out shovels, and he dropped the act. “Wait, hold on. Are you guys serious?”
“Deadly,” Dean answered.
“We're not really digging up graves, you guys, we're just playing a game,” Tasha pointed out.
“Trust us, you want to win the game, right?” you asked as you started to dig up Leticia’s grave.
With the help of the brothers, you got to the coffin pretty quickly. Sam, Dean, Demian, Tasha, and Barnes were outside holding their flashlights inside the grave while you were inside the hole. Once you got to the coffin, you put your shovel down to open the coffin. As soon as you touched it, the wind started picking up. Opening the coffin, you coughed at the stench, but you got used to it pretty quickly. On the other hand, Tasha, Demian, and Barnes did not.
“That's not a plastic skeleton. That's a—that's a skeleton skeleton,” Demian gasped.
“You just dug up a real grave!” Tasha shouted.
“Yeah,” you nodded.
“You guys are nuts.”
“I thought you guys wanted to be hunters!” Sam asked.
“Hunters aren't real man. This isn't real,” Demian freaked.
The fake trio started to walk away because they clearly didn’t want to do this.
“My God. You guys have seriously lost your grip on this—” Barnes stopped short when he saw who was right behind him.
“What?” Sam asked.
The spirit of Leticia was right behind him, and when Sam faced her, she growled angrily.
“Naughty, naughty, naughty!” Leticia backhands Sam across the cemetery, and the fake trio turns to run away.
Dean was about to go and help Sam when you jumped out of the grave.
“Dean, I got this! Burn the bones!” you yelled as you ran to help the fans.
Barnes tripped and fell, and Tasha and Demian turned back to help him. They got their friend up, but Leticia was standing right in front of them with a scowl.
“Oh my God!!” Demian screamed.
“Naughty, naughty, naughty!!” Leticia shouted, putting her hands in Demian and Barnes’ chest.
Tasha screamed as her best friends screamed in pain. Your hand started to glow bright blue, and you used your magic to rip one of the iron poles that was still attached to the gate. Using it as a baseball bat, you swung the iron through the spirit, and she disappeared before everyone’s eyes. Demian and Barnes took a shaky breath, and Tasha moved closer to them when the spirit reappeared behind the girl. Everyone turned just in time to see the spirit go up in flames as Dean salt and burned the bones.
“Real enough for you?” you panted, dropping the iron bar.
Sam and Dean joined your side to make sure you were okay, and you could only nod as the fans whimpered in fear.
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Back at the bar inside the hotel room, Barnes, Demian, and Tasha downed the shots they ordered to try and make sense of all of this. You, Sam, and Dean sat across from them and just watched.
“That was... really...” Barnes stuttered.
“Awful, right? Which is why this round’s on us,” you nodded, slapping down some money on the table.
“Have fun, okay?” Sam asked as you and his brother got up to leave.
“Hey. How'd you know how to do all that?” Demian asked.
“We… uh... We read the books,” Sam thought of an excuse. Leaving the table, you approached Chuck who was talking with the convention manager.
“Hey Chuck. Good luck with the Supernatural books and fuck you,” Dean smiled sarcastically as the three of you walked away.
Approaching the front door, you grabbed the handles and pushed, but the doors wouldn’t budge. Pushing your body against the door, you found that they wouldn’t even budge, and upon further inspection, the locks weren’t even locked.
“That’s weird,” Sam commented.
“Definitely,” you nodded.
“I’ll check the other exits,” Dean declared as he left the group.
Both you and Sam went to the windows to try and get them open, but the same outcome occurred.
“Every exit's locked,” Dean announced when he rejoined the group. “Almost like something's keeping us in.”
“Yeah, this is bad,” Sam sighed.
“Gee, ya think Sammy?” Dean scoffed.
A woman’s scream came from one of the nearby rooms, and you took off running to the source of the fear. The actor who is supposed to be Leticia Gore in the game came running out of the room and into Dean’s arms.
“Don’t go in there!” she cried.
“Get downstairs okay? Go, go!” Dean urged.
Walking into the library, you noticed Leticia’s son cowering in the corner, holding his head. He was in a similar position in the attic, but you could clearly see the injury on his head.
“Why'd you do that? Why did you send my mommy away?” the spirit asked.
“Ah, maybe because of the high and tight she gave you, huh? How ‘bout some thanks,” Dean scoffed.
“Dean,” you whispered.
“Well, I'm just saying a little gratitude might be nice once in a while.”
“My mommy didn't do this to me.”
“What? Then who did?” Sam asked.
The boy just disappeared, leaving an ominous tension in the air.
“Weren’t there three boys who also died here?” you asked as you walked out of the room and into the hallway.
“Yeah,” Sam nodded.
You didn’t even make it one-fourth into the hallway when you heard the man with the German accent scream in terror. Picking up your legs, you rushed into another hallway where the man laid dead on the ground with the exact same wound on his head as Leticia’s son.
“I think getting rid of Leticia was a bad idea,” you sighed.
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Chapter 15-Aithne
“Guys, maybe we should refer to the book,” Astra pointed out. “After all, it led us here in the first place.”
“Good point,” Laila agreed. Pulling the tome out of my backpack (jeez, it was heavy), I grunted and tossed it to Astra, who stumbled and fell to the ground. Then she sat back up and flipped to the page and continued reading out, “The next spirit can manipulate our emotions. She grows stronger with more raw, heartfelt emotions. She can completely break a heart— and a neck.”
“This one’s ability is more to the mental side, and I’ve been reading up on emotions and all that stuff. So I’ll take on this one,” Laila decided. “Where’s she located?”
Astra pulled out the map. “Seems like she’s...at the mountains located behind this castle.”
“Hurry up!” I urged. “Clock’s ticking! We only have-” I counted on my fingers, -”seventeen days left! Endra’s counting on us. We’d better do her proud.”
And we set off. We trekked down the hill,  setting up camp many times. Sometimes, when we were too lazy to walk, we merely flew, across the plains, across the hills and valleys, occasionally stopping to take in the view. As we walked (or flew, take your pick) on, the scenery drastically changed, from castles shining dimly in the sunset, to lush green valleys nested between ice-capped mountains, rivers snaking through.
As we neared the third spirit’s location, we encountered many dead ends, Astra’s ‘sixth sense’ barely saving us. Eventually, the peaks got steeper, the cliff faces more jagged, the chances of falling and dying much, much higher. Then, we reached, and we almost didn’t know it.
Trekking through the dense undergrowth, I lamented, “Why does this have to take so long?” Next to me, Laila was too busy spraying on eight layers of mosquito repellent, simultaneously batting at the pesky blood-suckers.    
“Shoo! Go away!” she swatted the air around her.
“Guys, shush!” Astra chided. “I can feel it. She's close...” She stopped in front of an opening. “I think...she’s here.”
“What does a cave have to do with the spirit?” I asked. For once, Astra’s intuition wasn’t making much sense.
“I don’t know,” Laila shrugged, parting a few vines and stepping in. “I guess we’ll find out.” Astra went in after her. Well, I guess I had no choice but to follow.
What I saw made my jaw drop.
“Holy mother of cheese and tacos, it’s beautiful,” I breathed. Craning my neck, I looked up. We had somehow stepped out into a field. (I still didn’t get how portals worked.) The fertile earth was coated in grass and wreathed with flowers alike, ranging from daisies, to bougainvillea, even the everlasting roses, in shades of bloodred and snow-white, were found. The greenery was breathtaking.
Astra sniffed, breaking me out of my amazement. “What’s wrong?” I asked, concerned. Was she okay?
“Allergies,” she replied, pulling out a pack of Kleenex and dabbing a tissue at her face. “Pollen makes me sneeze,” she clarified, but with the tissue covering her mouth, it sounded more like mmhmm mmf ee sheefe. Well, at least she was fine.
In the middle of the fields was a gazebo, a hexagonal marble structure. Hesitantly, Laila stepped forward, me and Astra behind her. We entered, clustered in a circle to defend ourselves from all directions.
“H-hello?” I yelled. “Anyone there?” Only my voice echoed in the empty, desolate building. “Well, I guess we’re alone.”
I spoke too soon.
A puff of pink dust sprang out, making me and Astra wheeze. It smelled like perfume, roses and... macarons? An apparition emerged from the smoke. Me and Astra raised our hands in defense, holding up a shield of light, as well as a barrier of flame.
But apparently we didn’t need to worry.
The spirit that emerged wasn’t like the other, or at least it looked that way. She was dressed like a Southern belle, clothed in a hooped dress. Her hair was tied back in a low bun, with smaller strands poking out from the sides of her face. Her storm-grey eyes twinkled with a joy so intense, it was almost hungry.
“Welcome, girls,” she spoke. “I’ve been expecting you.”
“So have we,” Laila smiled, speaking with a hint of sarcasm. Astra and I silently held our shields in place, unwilling to let them down.
“No need to be like this. I’m harmless. I’m only here to guide you along your path. The next spirit is beyond the field. You’ll have to walk across it.”
I scanned the lady from the tip of her head to her toe. “Thank you for this clue,” Laila conjured up, “But what may such a beauty be doing out here, in a garden under the hot sun?”
“You do know that we’re sheltered from the sun, right?” She replied.
“You look like a princess; where are your guards?” Laila asked again.
“I don’t have them. I’ve learnt defense techniques before, so I’ll be fine.”
“Alright, then, we’ll get going,” Laila said.
“Are we really leaving, Laila? I’m pretty sure the spirit’s around here somewhere! I mean, that’s what Astra said.” I whispered.
“I won’t send you off. Have a safe trip,” she smiled.
Then, on the green grass, a large shadow could be seen. It was getting smaller, however. Astra turned around in time to shield us from the pounce. I looked back at the gazebo, “The lady is gone!”
Or maybe not.
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Borderline
—Omina Vincit Amor—
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Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader x Sehun
Genre: Syndicate!au | Angst
Word Count: 3,331
Warnings: Swearing, murder, and mentions of destroyed bodily anatomy and fluids (blood, brain matter)
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“Welcome to Shanghai.”
He could tell you were tired and he knew that the four am flight didn’t help with your exhaustion either, but there you were, dragging your feet in front of him, fighting through your exhaustion, “Did we have to take the earliest flight out of Seoul?” You sighed leaning against a pillar near the baggage claim belt.
“The earlier we got here, the earlier we could do all the things you want to do.” Sehun watched as Chanyeol wrapped his arms around you, his skin crawled watching the way you leaned into his touch, is it okay for him to hate him?
“What should we do first?” Pulling out your phone, you typed ‘what to do in Shanghai’ into the search engine and it pulled up a multitude of things, “There’s museums, gardens, the zoo, tons of places to shop and eat, all the parks—”
“Whatever you want to do, we can do.” Chanyeol was barely paying attention as he too was lost in his phone. Sehun caught the fall of your smile as you noticed Chanyeol’s distant answer.
“Why don’t we go to the zoo today?” He spoke up and you turned your gaze onto him, your smile appearing again.
“You want to?” Your question seemed silly to him since he’d dance like a fool in front of the busy Shanghai airport if you asked him to.
“Absolutely, it’s supposed to be warm today. We can go after we make it to the house and unpack.” Watching your face light up with excitement made his heart flutter in his rib cage, the fact that he made you smile after Chanyeol dismissed you gave him such a surge of energy.
“Ah! Our bags!” You broke out of Chanyeol’s loose hold on you to grab your bright red suitcase and Sehun grabbed his and Chanyeol’s matching black suitcases, “Do we have a taxi?”
“Our ride is sitting out front. How about you lead the way, Y/N?” Chanyeol slipped his phone into his pocket while he took the space next to Sehun; you nodded, tugging up the handle on your suitcase, beginning to lead the way. Sehun started to follow you when Chanyeol tugged on his shirt, wanting him to wait a moment.
“What is it?” He asked and Chanyeol pulled out his phone once more, he opened it to a screen with blue and grey messages and his thumb pointed to a certain one.
“The boss wants us to meet him tonight for our new job.” Sehun glanced your way before looking back at Chanyeol.
“But we just got here… and Y/N—”
“She’ll understand that it’s for work. She’s a big girl, she can handle herself.”
So he’s okay leaving her alone in a city she’s never been to?
Sehun’s thoughts thrashed around in his brain, the blood in his veins started to boil the longer he let his mind wander, but then your voice reached him, “Are you guys coming or not?” He turned his eyes back to you, the softness of your gaze helped to assuage his anger, reminding him that at the end of the day all that matters your safety.
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“Just this last time…” Sehun whispered to himself as he stood in front of full-size mirror pushing down the anxious tingles that filled him. Fixing his shirt, his hand brushed against something hard in the back of his pants, your voice ran loudly in his mind.
“What if they had firearms? You could be dealing with more than a broken nose and a fucked-up lip.”
He was making sure that if anything happened, he came back to you, safe. Turning on his heels, he grabbed his leather jacket and made his way out of his bedroom to the stairs that lead down to the main area. The quiet whisper of the tv filled the space around him as he approached the couch, he leaned over it, catching the sight of your peacefully sleeping face—the rise and fall of your chest, the slight pout of your lips, the wrinkling of your nose when you shifted in your slumber, your mascara coated lashes dusting your skin, your slightly furrowed brows—were you having a nightmare? Was Chanyeol the hero in your dreams?
“You ready?” Chanyeol hummed as he reached the bottom of the stairs, Sehun pulled his gaze away from you to look at Chanyeol who looked completely unphased that he was leaving you here alone in the middle of the night.
“Are you sure you just want to leave her here?” He took another glance at you, his heart sunk into the pit of his stomach the longer he stared at you, guilt ran deep in his veins.
“Don’t worry, she’ll be out all night. She was wearing herself thin when we were running around town today.” He walked around to the couch, crouching down to come face to face with you, “She won’t even know we’re gone.” Pressing his lips to your forehead, your brows relaxed with a slight hum, “You’ll be fine, won’t you, baby?” Sehun tore his eyes away from you, watching Chanyeol be affectionate with you annoyed him, he was short and dismissive with you all day and now you were ‘baby’ and he was showering you with affection; if you were his, he would always show you how much your worth.
“Alright… let’s go. Don’t want to keep him waiting.” He couldn’t make it out of the house fast enough, he just wanted to come back to you even though you weren’t waiting for him.
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Sehun and Chanyeol walked down the hall, the obsidian double doors at the end of the hall came closer with each step, with each step Sehun’s heart smashed against his rib cage. He’s been through this over a hundred times, but every time the boss called them in, his nerve to quit and walk out vanished into thin air.
Chanyeol reached for the gold handle and pulled the door open, Sehun’s eyes found three other bodies in the room as well as an older man, “My two favorite Mutts.” The low raspy voice sent chills through Sehun as he took his spot next to Chanyeol in the lineup of people, “Since everyone is here, let’s just get straight to the point, we have 12 companies that have still not paid their debt, so now we’re having to send in our reinforcements, that means you all.”
“12? That’s a larger number than usual…” Sehun looked down the line to see a guy with soft pink faded shaggy hair dressed in denim and leather; his face looked familiar like they’d run into each other before, but haven’t exactly met. The man next to him held a different air about him, short black hair, warm caramel skin, a heavy flat expression that would fit a war veteran; another familiar face, but one he wasn’t able to pinpoint. The last guy he knew, Kris, your older brother, he looked different than the last time that he saw him—thick grey dyed locks that rested messily around his fade, dark inky tattoos that peeked out of the neckline of his collared button-up—he seemed to be holding himself well, but seeing as the last time he saw him you three were in high school and Kris was leaving for China.
“Three in the northern part of the city, two in the south, four in the east, and three in the west. Baekhyun and Kyungsoo take the three west, Kris take the two south, which leaves Chanyeol and Sehun with the three in the north and four in the east. I expect all five of you to do your jobs swimmingly, with no snags or problems. I’ll send you the location of each one along with the amount of debt they are in.” The room fell silent as the older man stood from his seat behind his desk, “Understood?”
“Yes.” Sehun, as well as the others, hummed in agreement.
“Perfect. You’re all dismissed… everyone but Sehun.” Sehun’s heart dropped into the pit of his stomach upon hearing his name.
“Me…?” All the eyes in the room turned to him as he questioned him like it was baffling that he would choose him out of the group to speak to privately.
“Yes. Just you.” He motioned for the others to leave the room and Chanyeol clapped a hand to his shoulder.
“I’ll be waiting by the car.” Sehun nodded and waited until the door closed behind him to look back at the older man.
“What would you like to talk about, Sir?” He couldn’t help but be nervous in front of him, he controlled whether he was coming or going, or if he was leaving this room alive.
“How’s my daughter?”
“Y/N? She’s…” His thoughts of your sleeping face flooded his memory, “She’s okay, but… why ask me instead of Chanyeol? He’s her boyfriend, I’m just—”
“The guy who’s there for her when Chanyeol isn’t? I know he’s using her to just fill his time when he’s bored, but you…” He sat back down in his chair to pull open one of the desk drawers, “You actually care about my princess, so please keep her uninvolved in this mess.” He pulled out a thin black checkbook and quickly scratched a large number onto the paper before ripping it out and handing it to him, “Accept this as a token of my gratitude.”
“I couldn’t…”
“You’ve taken better care of her than have since she was a child. You deserve everything—”
“Sir really…” Sehun bowed while handing him back his check, “Money doesn’t change whether I take care of her or not, she’s special to me… so I don’t need extra money outside the payment for the completed jobs.” He kinked an eyebrow before taking the check from him, confusion clear in his expression, “I better get to the first job as get home before she wakes up. Thank you, Sir.” He bowed deeply before making his exit into the hall where Chanyeol was waiting for him.
“What’d he want to talk about?” He pushed his blond hair back, getting it out of his face as he popped up from the wall.
“Nothing really, he just wanted to talk about a previous transaction with a client he thought I knew.” He couldn’t let him know that your father favored him more than your actual boyfriend, but the giddy feeling that appeared made him more than happy—now he really wanted to go home just to see you.
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The outskirts of the city were drastically different than the inner city, the brightly lit streets started to fade to darker roads with poorly lit alleys the further they got out of the city. After multiple minutes spent searching for the building, Sehun finally noticed the rough exterior of a modernized structure that held the name of the company they were looking for, “Acedex Hotel? Is this, right?” Chanyeol asked getting out of the car and Sehun hummed in response as he slammed the car door closed.
“No casualties tonight, I plan to just get this done as cleanly as possible.” Less blood on his hands the better, going home for you to clean him up again isn’t what he wanted.
“No promises.” Chanyeol shrugged and made his way to the front of the building, his shadow appeared in lights flooding from the front door as they approached the glass entryway. He strolled inside like he owned the place while Sehun lagged behind him, they were a team—Chanyeol was the one to negotiate terms and Sehun was the fighter even though Chanyeol takes most of the beating.
“Welcome to Acedex, how can—” The man sitting at the desk laid his eyes on them, the color in his face drained immediately, “He’s already sending his Mutts to drain me of money?”
“Now, now, don’t act like we’re heartless human beings, Mr. Shang.” Chanyeol leaned up against the desk, rapping his fingers over the glass countertop, “All we’re here to do is collect the money that you owe our boss. He gave you six months to get your business up and running, and guess what—it's been six months.”
“I…” Sehun watched Shang’s eyes dart between every exit he had available, his sixth sense beginning to kick in as he took off down the hall on the other side of the desk.
“Don’t lose him!” Chanyeol yelled as he jumped over the desk, chasing after him. Sehun exited the building, taking a chance to where he could be headed; he rounded the corners of the building to come around to the back of it, as he reached the back door, it swung open in front of him and the man ran into him.
“Gotcha,” Sehun growled watching Shang’s face contort with anger.
“Fuck you!” He hissed, quickly throwing a punch to Sehun’s face. He stepped back to avoid the blow of his punch to deliver a jab to his throat causing Shang to fall to his knees, coughing and struggling for air, in front of him.
“Should’ve thought about not trying to attack me.” Sehun grabbed the back of his head and smashed his face into his knee as he brought it up; he watched as his limp body crumbled down onto the pavement when a sigh filled the air around them.
“You really had to knock him out?” Chanyeol huffed leaning against the doorframe.
“Easier to tote him back to the boss.”
“Touché…”
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“Please, please! I’ll give you the money, don’t make me see him!” Shang squirmed and yelled as Chanyeol and Sehun dragged him down the hall towards their boss’s office.
“You should’ve just given us the money upfront, but no, you just had to run didn’t you?” Chanyeol scoffed, rolling his eyes. Guards stood at the doors waiting for everyone’s arrival, “Are we the first ones back?”
“With an actual person, yes.” The guard opened the door and they entered the office once more, this time with their job in tow.
“Let me guess, he ran.” Your father asked while they released their hold on Shang, dropping him onto the floor.
“As soon as we mentioned money—”
“Hear me out, Sir… I-I can get you your money, but I don’t have it right now…” Shang continued to babble on after cutting Sehun off, with passing glances between Sehun and Chanyeol and your father, Sehun reached into the back of his pants, the cool metal of the gun welcomed his hold on the grip.
“I thought you said you had the money…” He hummed, pulling out the gun and pulling back the slide to load a bullet into the chamber. The chinking sound of the slide snapping back into place made Shang jump but made a smile appear on Sehun’s face.
“I will!”
“That’s not what you said before.” He pressed the muzzle up to the side of his head, “We need the payment today, if we don’t receive it, your brains will be splattered across the floor.”
“Give me a week, Sir, please!” Hearing Shang beg made your father chuckle.
“You think you deserve another week?” He leaned back in his chair, letting the thought roll around before sighing, “Sehun. Go ahead and—”
“I’ll give it to you right now! Please!” Shang screamed. Silence fell around the room as they watched Shang crawl up to the desk, “I’ll pay you right now, just please spare me…” Sehun followed Shang to the desk, keeping the muzzle flush to his head.
“Shang… I don’t think that we can keep you around—” Before your father could finish his sentence Sehun pulled the trigger, the ringing gunshot echoed through the room along with the splatter of blood and brain matter hitting the floor, “Eager to end him weren’t you, Sehun?”
“I’ve wanted to put a bullet in his head since we met him.” He wasn’t exactly lying, it annoyed him that he had to track him down anyway and the fact he tried to escape only annoyed him more, but the rush of pulling the trigger was more exciting than letting the man walk away.
“Chanyeol, get Kwang to come clean up this mess.”
“Yes, Sir.” Chanyeol left the room and your father pulled open his desk drawer and pulled out a bulging envelope.
“Your payment.” His voice was short as if he was disappointed that Sehun took Shang’s life, but that’s who he was in the heat of the moment.
“Thank you, Sir.” He grabbed the envelope and bowed, taking his departure from the room that was tainted with the heavy scent of iron. Walking down the hall, Chanyeol met him as Kwang walked past them, a small group of men followed in suit carrying a black bag, one big enough to fit a body.
“Is that our pay?” Chanyeol’s upbeat voice frustrated Sehun, how could he act so calm when he just watch him take the life of an innocent man?
“Yeah…” He handed him the envelope and he ripped into the package and began leafing through the money in his hands with nothing but a smile on his face.
“Job well done tonight.” Sehun grunted in response, his eyes caught the extent of his hand and he took the large sum of money from his grasp, “I thought you said no casualties though…”
“You think I wanted to kill that man?” He hissed while he shoved his cut into his pocket.
“No, but you also didn’t hesitate.” He was right, the adrenaline racing through his veins let him know that it wasn’t a dream or a figment of his imagination, he actually killed another person without hesitation.
“I’m just ready to go home…” He pulled the car keys from his pocket to unlock the door when Chanyeol snatched the keys from hand.
“C’mon man, our first successful job in China? Let’s celebrate!” He looked Chanyeol up and down, his clothes free of Shang’s claret while his clothes were speckled with it.
“You can, but I’m going home.” He grabbed the keys from Chanyeol and yanked the car door open.
“What about me?”
“Take a cab.” He fell into the driver's seat and closed the door, his guilt already began to settle into him; he could feel his emotions start to numb over as he started the car, he needed to get home—needed to get to you.
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The one thing that separated him from his fears and his release was just past the mahogany door, just one key turn away, just one step past the threshold and you were there. He slid the key into the lock and turned it, the deadbolt clunked as it retreated, he slipped into the house, the darkness of the house worried him. He made a beeline to the living area to see the flickering light from the TV dancing across the floor as he approached the couch, but you weren’t on the couch where they left you, “Y/N?” He whispered, but you didn’t respond; he bolted up the stairs and checked in your room.
You weren’t there.
Checked his room.
You weren’t there either.
His heart thrashed around in his chest as he sped down the stairs and searched the entire main floor, where did you go? Did you finally get tired of them and leave? Did someone kidnap you?
He was about to call the cops when something caught his eye on the patio. You stood facing the artificial stars, a blanket hugged your body, but he could tell that it was you and nobody else. He pulled open the sliding door for you to turn around, revealing your tired expression, “Sehun…?” Your voice was enough to have him running to you; he wrapped his arms around your body and held you close to him, “Sehun? What’s wrong?”
For a moment he forgot…
Sehun pulled away from you to caress your cheeks, your confused gaze melted the numbness that had instilled itself into him. He leaned into you, forgetting that you weren’t his.
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Branjie Fic | Bad Girls Club (5/?)
Title: Bad Girls Club Summary:  Los Angeles’ new program, the Juvenile Female Rehabilitation Program (JFRP) was created with the purpose of taking at-risk girls in the county and send them to a summer-long program located where a sleepaway camp once stood. There, they will take classes in ethics, behavior, and other courses to help mold these young minds. Brooke Lynn and Vanessa have been sent there for wildly different reasons, but with the same result - a clean permanent record. Being roomed together, the pair might find an unlikely alliance (and maybe more) in each other. Word Count: ~2.6k (this chapter)/~13.2k (total) Relationship: Branjie (Brooke Lynn Hytes/Vanessa Vanjie Mateo) Rating: E
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[October 8th, 2017]
Brooke had been staring at her bedroom door for over fifteen minutes now. She was trying to will her legs to work, will her arms to open the damn door. There had been weeks of anticipation – she had practiced what she was going to say in front of the mirror dozens of times every night. It was much more comfortable to perform intricate dances in front of a full auditorium.
Fuck it, this was it.
“Are you busy, Mom?” Brooke’s voice was meek as she poked her head around the corner into the living room.
The muffled noises of the television silenced. “No, come in.”
For the most part, Brooke Lynn wasn’t afraid of her mother. They generally kept to themselves unless otherwise necessary and cohabited perfectly adequately. But this? This was entirely different. It would change the entire course of her life drastically, possibly for the worse in the short term. Still, she knew she would regret it if she didn’t say it at all.
Brooke fidgeted with her fingers; eyes trained on the floor. “You know how I told you I didn’t want to go out with your friend’s son because he’s an anarchist?” She didn’t wait for her mother to respond. “He’s not. At least… not as far as I know. The truth is...” Her throat tightened, and her heart started to race. “I’m not attracted to him. Or any guy. I-I-I... I like girls. I’m gay, Mom.”
The ticking of the clock in the otherwise silent room felt like a bomb counting down to her world collapsing around her. Brooke Lynn needed her mom to say something, anything. “Mommy?”
Her mother sighed. “I suppose this is my fault. Perhaps if you’d spent less time with your nanny, you wouldn’t have this… misplaced need for affection.”
Brooke swallowed thickly and shook her head. “This has nothing to do with Kyle. It’s just who I am. A-And I want you to still accept me.” Her eyes welled with tears and the strength to keep the dam from breaking was dissipating with every passing moment.
“Well I don’t really have any choice but to do that now do I?” she scoffed, then added “these days they call that child abuse,” flippantly. “You’re still my daughter, Brooke Lynn. Now please be a dear and go fetch me my wine.”
“Which glass?”
“Oh no, just bring me the bottle.”
[Present Day]
“No, I don’t got no fucking wine. Where d’you think I’d keep it? In a cooler with some caviar? Look, do you want the vodka or not?”
Brooke nodded and handed the girl a twenty-dollar bill. “Yes please,” she mumbled and exchanged it for a sixteen-ounce bottle of Smirnoff. Luckily it was a rare chilly evening on campus, allowing her to smuggle the bottle in her sweatshirt (while looking over her shoulder every ten seconds) all the way back to her room, everyone she passed none the wiser.
Luckier still, the room was empty when she returned to it, allowing her to make a cocktail of vodka and fruit punch and pour the artificially red mixture into a metallic water bottle. There was a split second’s hesitation.
Having never been drunk on vodka before, Brooke Lynn didn’t know what to expect from the experience. As it turned out, it was brief euphoria and dizzy bliss followed by becoming utter comatose. It was probably for the best – to be dead to the world by the time Vanessa returned. She wasn’t ready to talk to her – she wasn’t even entirely certain why she was so upset, other than it was obviously her fault, apparently. And she felt guilty – it pained her to be the reason why her sometimes-lover was hurt.
The next morning, Vanessa was woken up by the sound of Brooke Lynn groaning. “Damn you really hungover, huh?” she observed, noting that maybe karma had laid a hand in this. “Take some Advil and get ready. You ain’t getting outta class cause you lack self-control.”
“Ugh. So mean,” Brooke grumbled and pulled the pillow over her head.
“That’s life.”
Vanessa was dressed by the time Brooke Lynn got herself out of bed. “How the hell did you get that shit in here anyway?”
Brooke rubbed her eyes as she pulled herself together. “Bought it off some girl. Said she knows a guy. And that I ask too many questions,” she recalled. “It worked though. Got me good.”
“So, you just gonna drink til you feel better?”
“That's the plan.”
[November 20th, 2017]
Brooke caught her breath as the front door shut behind her. “Okay, we’re in the clear,” she exhaled, waving the wine bottle around like a trophy and parading it in front of her as they walked up to Detox’s bedroom.
“You sure your mom’s not gonna notice she’s a bottle short?” Her eyes scanned the label with casual interest before setting it down on her end table while Brooke Lynn shifted to sit comfortably on the bed.
After a couple of moments of struggling, Brooke dislodged the cork from the bottle and took a swig. “Nah, it’s like taking one jellybean from the whole bag,” she reasoned. “Besides, it’s not like I took an expensive bottle, this is a dessert wine.”
“So, what would you call a breakfast wine?”
“The first sign of a drinking problem.”
Detox laughed and shoved her, narrowly avoiding a wine spill on her duvet. She then snatched the bottle from Brooke to down a long swig. “She still not down with the gay thing?”
There was a wince and a moment of tensing up before Brooke sighed and lay down. “If you call ‘a mounting resentment due in part to the blow in social standing from rampant gossip mixed with casual homophobia’ not being down with the gay thing, then yes.”
“You know, just ‘yes’ would’ve sufficed,” she huffed, then her expression softened. “I’m sorry shit’s still rocky between you guys. I’m sure it’ll get better eventually. You talk to Miss West about it?”
Brooke reclaimed the wine and her finger traced around the mouth of the bottle and she stared into it, as if the answer to her problems rested at the bottom. “Yeah, but she always wants to do something about it. Her heart’s in the right place but I’m not always looking for a solution. I just wanna get things off my chest sometimes.”
And her friend listened intently, nodding slowly. “Maybe you should just tell her that. Use your words like a big girl and then we can celebrate with wine instead.”
[Present Day]
Brooke poked her head into Nina’s classroom. “You got a minute?” She let herself in before getting verbal confirmation and sat herself at the edge of the teacher’s desk.
“I was actually hoping you’d come by sooner rather than later.” Nina confessed casually, not wanting to ambush her. But immediately, she saw the suspicion and hesitance in her student’s expression. “I know you were hungover in class. Think you’re okay to tell me why?”
And Brooke Lynn appreciated the way she never pressured her into divulging more than she was ready to. “I had...a falling out with Vanessa. I don’t know exactly what I said, but I’m sure it was my fault,” she sighed, “because it always fucking is.”
Nina reached out and squeezed her hand. “Come on, you know that’s not true,” she gently assured. “Have you talked to her about it?”
Brooke bit her lip and shook her head. “I don’t know how.”
She tugged on the teenager’s hand until they made eye contact. “Listen to me, Brooke Lynn, even though I know you don’t want to hear it.” Nina waited until she had her full attention. “You need to learn how to let your guard down, even if it’s just one baby step at a time. I know you like Vanessa a whole lot – more than you’re willing to admit, I’m sure. I’m not saying you have to put your heart on the line in some like, dramatic gesture, but I think you’d be opening yourself up to a great deal of happiness if you let yourself feel.”
As hard as it was to admit – in fact she may never do so outright – Brooke knew Nina was right. Of course, that didn’t mean anything in regards to her ability to actually follow through on that sort of thing. It just was not in her nature – it wasn’t in the nature of anyone in her family. “Maybe I can try…”
“After all, we don’t want a repeat of last time, right?”
Brooke yanked herself away abruptly, face flushing red. “Don’t… don’t talk about that,” and before Nina could respond, she turned on her heel and briskly left the classroom. The last thing she needed was to reopen old scars.
[March 2nd, 2018]
“You know, I’ve tolerated a lot of your weird post-outing behavior shit, but I’m not giving you a free pass on this one.” Detox clicked her tongue and shook her head. “How the fuck do you have the gall to flake out on someone like Kameron Michaels?”
Brooke gave an exaggerated eyeroll and popped a couple grapes in her mouth, eating them before answering. “It wasn’t even like, an actual date. Relax.”
Detox stared at her incredulously. “You guys have been all up on each other for like, almost two weeks. But as soon as she wants to go out with you, you drop off the face of the fucking earth! And I’d understand if it was pretty much anyone else but come on bitch – she can flip a straight girl in her sleep. Not a lot of public-school girls can pull that off around here.”
“Then she won’t miss me,” she shrugged flippantly, looking off into the distance instead of her eyes drifting anywhere near her friend.
“How’s convincing yourself of that going?”
“Swimmingly, thanks for asking.”
Detox scoffed and grabbed a handful of grapes from Brooke’s bowl. “You’re so full of shit,” she said with her mouth full.
Brooke responded with an indignant huff. “Maybe so. But it works.” The definition of working was undoubtedly skewed, but she lacked any desire to address it. She could take care of herself and not get hung up on a fling – or she’d keep telling herself that until she believed it.
And as it turned out, believing it had proven to be a near impossible hurdle to overcome and she was suffering the consequences of her own denial. But there was no way she was going to turn to Detox when this realization dawned on her – so she went to the only other person she knew she could trust.
“You look like you’ve had a rough week. Honestly, if you hadn’t come in, I’d have sought you out myself. I’m worried about you, Brooke Lynn.” Nina’s tone was gentle and kind, but there was a heavy layer of concern paired with it. And it was sincere – she had always made it her duty to take care of her students’ emotional health – especially the ones in the LGBTQ+ community, because she knew exactly what these frightened, wide-eyed girls were going through.
After some uncomfortable fidgeting and shifting around, Brooke nodded. “What happened was… I was seeing this girl casually – like, I thought we were just having fun, you know? Then she asked me on a date, and I said yes because it would’ve just been too rude not to. But then I bailed last minute, and I did apologize, and she said it was okay but… I just feel awful.”
To Nina’s credit, she was a naturally great listener, which, unsurprisingly, proved to be a massive strength in her career. She nodded attentively but never tried to interrupt or talk over her – it was imperative that students like Brooke Lynn saw her as someone they could freely and openly talk about their problems with. “Well, let’s start here – how do you feel about her?”
The first time Brooke had gone to Nina for help, she had found it jarring – it had been the first time any adult had expressed any interest in hearing about her struggles – so of course she had been keeping them all bottled up. But that day she had spent nearly two hours after the final bell rang sitting in that classroom and pouring her heart out. As much of a relief as it had been, she was left feeling nauseous the rest of that evening. Clearly, doing that with any sort of regularity has posed an issue, which is why she replied to the question with a shrug and a ‘I don’t know’ noise.
Nina didn’t buy it. “I think you do know.”
Brooke sighed in the way one would expect a pouty teenager would. “I… Yeah, I guess I like her. But I know I don’t want to date her. I don’t want a girlfriend yet.”
“Do you think it’s actually because you don’t want to? Or because you think you can’t?”
Another shrug and ‘I don’t know’ sound.
“You’ve got to work with me here, Brooke.”
This time, Brooke was at least trying her best. “It just seems like too much. I got enough going on and I feel like a relationship is just too much for me.”
“That’s a good start, you should tell her that.”
[Present Day]
“You might wanna make sure you look extra nice before you go into the dining hall today.”
Brooke had quickly learned to take everything Scarlet told her with a grain of salt. Still, her interest was piqued. “What, are they doing a news report or something? Some sort of circle-jerk of praise for being such good samaritans to us lot?”
Scarlet shook her head without any other reaction. “Nah, but a bunch of girls from your neck of the woods are volunteering, figured you might wanna put on a nice face in case you run into someone. Or maybe a paper bag over your head would do the trick,” she mused.
“Fuck my life,” Brooke groaned. “Wait for me?” she asked as she ducked back into her room. And yes, Scarlet was still there when she returned. “Too much?”
“Doubt it,” she hummed as they took the now familiar path from housing to the dining hall.
As luck would have it, most of the girls were college aged. It seemed like they were the kind that were doing this in lieu of a summer internship or something of the sort. Brooke was just about to get in line confidently when her tray dropped to the ground and her eyes went wide. “No fucking way.”
“Someone you know?”
There, in all her golden haired, tan, inked skin, toned bodied glory was Kameron Michaels. She looked just like Brooke remembered – give or take a new tattoo or two. And she was there as if it had been her job the whole time – serving the girls, smiling and making small talk – it was a stark contrast to the otherwise introverted personality she was once so familiar with.
“Yeah, something like that,” she exhaled once the initial shock had settled.
Scarlet tilted her head, observing the other girl. “You seem tense. Bad blood?”
“Not bad… It’s definitely awkward, though,” Brooke explained, muttering, “Fuck, I hope Vanessa doesn’t run into her,” under her breath.
“Too late.”
Sure enough, Vanessa had been on the line the whole time and was now face to face with Kameron. Brooke’s heart sunk to the pit of her stomach and her throat felt tight. “You know that part in a romcom where everything suddenly goes really bad really fast?”
“Of course.”
“This is it.” Her voice was high and strained. “This is definitely it.”
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woodland creatures tour - day 8 (falls church)
finally got around to starting the final journal. life picks back up so quickly for me when i return from going anywhere, really, so it’s hard to stick to little projects like this. but i probably could have benefited from writing this sooner after the actual last day of tour haha. it’s funny how we only leave for a week or so but it feels like our lives shift so drastically during that time. it really does take time to snap back into reality and accept normalcy.
after a good night of bullshitting until super late (we tried to put on hot ones around 2:00 am but all passed out shortly after) we grabbed coffee and breakfast at coffeeology (i THINK that’s the name) in greensboro. we stopped at a shop literally across the street from the venue we played last year, new york pizza. seeing that place again reminded us of playing to literally our tourmates destination dimension and maybe like 3 other people in the room, versus the couple dozen we played to last night. the main band that played the gig that night literally sat outside the entire show with their friends and only came inside for when they had to play. it was disheartening, to say the least. this time, we didn’t play to a crowd that was there for us, but we played to so many more people who actually stayed inside to watch us. 
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i wish i could remember this drive, i didn’t have any work to do so i think this was the day i bought untitled goose game and i was playing it a little bit haha. we listened to some music and just enjoyed the trek to our last gig on this run. of course, we started to hit traffic as we approached falls church, which is in the DC area for anyone not familiar. however, we were still making okay time. we could make a detour to drop our bags at the hotel in vienna, get food, and then run our dual band cover of uneasy hearts with pulses. forgot to mention this in the jacksonville journal lmao, i approached kevin with this idea for the last show of tour super casually and we did end up deciding as a whole to go through with it! 
the hotel in vienna was such a strange spot, but it was kind of cool? we stayed at the vienna wolf trap hotel hahaha. all of the decor was SO DATED but it was still pretty okay. the guy at the desk was nice, we somehow got on the topic that we were a band on tour rand he gave us late check-in for free! ended up not needing it. but it’s the thought that counts haha. we arrive to the venue and jaime’s girlfriend rebecca is there to greet us :’) poor girl drove their RV all the way down to virginia alone, and that thing drives slowly. but then that meant jaime could ride back up to jersey with her which was good. 
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it is insane how at home we feel at falls church. i guess everyone south of maryland is just way fucking cooler than the northeast lmao, but it’s like pulling up to play somewhere at home in jersey and running into old friends. i can’t get over that we have that in a state hundreds of miles from home. it was good to see familiar faces and be back at the vfw. our friends’ band to michigan, with love was also on the gig, and our newer friends in science penguin joined us on the show as well! it was an all-around homie fest. i rolled up to the venue with the remainder of the trulys i purchased the night before, and shoved the box in the fridge haha. i was ready to just chillll. 
because we have played here a handful of times, it is also now tradition to walk across the parking lot and go get korean fried chicken at the restaurant next door. it fucking sucks, we always arrive just in time to eat before doors and i normally can’t eat jack shit because of fried/spicy food being horrible for my voice. i ordered bibimbap and then 12 wings to go, for after the show lmao. or a snack after we play!! but i ended up forgetting to FUCKING eat them AND they just sat out overnight in the van so they were toast. goddamnit. i think the restaurant is literally just called bbq fried chicken, the way they fry their chicken is just perfect. the sauces are all delicious and everything besides that on the menu is also tasty. 
i wanted so badly to break my last set of tour curse. it’s definitely a self-imposed, silly, superstitious thing, but my last set of tour iS ALWAYS HOT GARBAGE. i always for sure mess up. and this was probably the best last set of tour i’ve had but still not my best performance all of tour haha. i got lost the bridge of murder mountain and couldn’t hear my bandmates for some reason? fucking embarrassing but!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i cannot stress enough how much fun it was. it truly was. fucking, we’re about to play pixelated and i’m trying to give my SHPIEL about not being a JERK musician and i hear the sounds of “smooth” by carlos santana featuring rob thomas faintly playing through my in-ears. i rip them off and i’m like, what the fuck is going on LMAO. surprise, the pulses. gang were behind it, and tyler, taylor and kevin come dancing up to the stage. i was DEAD. we never do last day of tour pranks so we were fuuuully unprepared hahaha. it was so funny. my meme now takes on a whole new meaning!! 
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most importantly this show felt like such a fun celebration of tour. pulses., as they did all tour, hyped us up during almost every song and went off for synapse fires. we are too fucking lucky to have them as friends. they really helped make every set and every show feel worth the hours of travel and sometimes stress. to look out and see their faces in the crowd and singing the words uplifted us each night. it’s unfair that we live so far apart. it’s like how they say your soulmate could be literally anywhere in the world but you won’t know until you go look??? it’s like that but with finding supportive friends. i’m not sure if we’ve stressed this enough but this tour gave us strength to keep going as musicians, due in part to their friendship. we always joked like how the fuck we’re supposed to just go on not playing shows together or seeing each other all the time but it really does suck lmao. i was in my feelings in both a good and bad way, soooo i immediately scurried off the stage to go grab a truly the second we were done HAHA
it’s always so sad to watch your friends play their last set of tour, too. well moreso bittersweet! but you know that it’ll be your last time seeing them play for a while. i enjoyed every single minute. i love watching them play hometown shows, too. halfway through we jumped on stage to do the uneasy hearts cover, completely unrehearsed, and i’d say we did a pretty damn good job. such a fun way to send off the woodland creatures tour. i had always wanted to do something like this, where two bands play on stage at once (holla me versus i nd the artwork of). the energy the whole song was so infectious, it was fun to see people in the crowd go off too. also, fucking KRIS KHUNACHAK shot this video with TWO ANGLES holding both his cameras at the same time. i still can’t get over that.
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i love that pulses. played you already know as their closer, it was the perfect way to wrap up their set and the best bookend to the setlist they chose. kevin would get on the mic every night and speak to the crowd, dude is just really good at being a performer and resonating with people. in jacksonville he sat down and everyone followed his lead haha. it was fun to dance one last time with everyone as we watched pulses. kill it before the tour came to an official end. we then gathered outside to take group pictures. it’s the part you don’t wanna get to, because it signals farewells in the near future, but we took some really great ones. 
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post-gig taco bell plans were foiled, but someone recommended the silver dollar diner nearby. diners outside of jersey are normally horrifying but i trusted the people we were with. we piled back in our vehicles and rolled 20 heads deep to the diner. it was actually a really sick diner with tons of vegan dishes and pretty tasty food. i got chicken noodle soup, red wine and an ice cream sundae because i am a freak of nature. we ate up like 3 tables and sat altogether, just bitching about having to return to real life the following monday. but also, trying to plan the next time we would see each other. already!! and!! talking about doing more shows together. we try to work with different people all the time but there are a select few bands we would tour with or gig with again and again and again and pulses. are one of them. after how much fun this run was it’s pretty hard to imagine not doing this again. it just... makes sense. so much sense. and it feels wrong to not do it again lmao.  
goodbyes were bittersweet. we huddled in the parking lot by our van to say goodnight and see ya later, one by one. fuckin, tyler is moving to nashville very soon so we all probably won’t see him for a hot minute :’----------( thankfully everyone else really isn’t that far if we planned a weekend trip to meet halfway or if we wanted to make the trip out to each other, thank god!!! i don’t know what i would do if i couldn’t always have a part of this tour with me, somehow or some way.
afterword
was thinking of adding a lengthy epilogue but it’s essentially just me openly sobbing in the van the entire ride home hahaha. you’d think that every single time it would get easier to come home but it doesn’t. i know why touring impacts me as much as it does emotionally, but when the bittersweet acceptance of coming home pours over into tears like it does, i feel kinda silly. i’m sure that there are musicians who are constantly gigging that would love nothing more than to be home more, and i know that if i was in their shoes i would come to dread touring, too. 
i really, truly wish i was in a place, or that my bandmates and i, were in a place to tour more often, but for now we have what we have. and that’s okay. i want to share something beautiful our friend charlene posted today that deeply moved me: 
This is the moment. I’ve made it.
People always ask me “what are you gonna do when you’ve made it?” I need you to understand something; I’ve already made it. I am living out my dreams. It’s not easy and obviously I would only hope that’s I will continue to grow, to reach bigger goals, to push the limits. But I’ve already made it. This is the moment. I won’t let myself miss out on the beauty of life that’s right in front of me because I’m too worried about something that may or may not come tomorrow. This is the moment.
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Tainted Blood, Tainted Soul: Chapter Seventeen - Yantir
A/N: Happy Sunday, everyone! I'm excited for you guys to dig deep into this chapter, to start exploring just what has changed about Riza, so I'll keep this short. I hope you enjoy it!
I do not own FMA.
Chapter Seventeen - Yantir
RECONSTRUCTION OFFICE OUTPOST, JADAD, ISHVAL
0745 HOURS, APRIL 22
In retrospect, he supposed he ought to have seen that she wasn't acting like herself.
Love is blind. The old phrase flashed through his mind like a taunt as he stared at those strange slit-pupiled eyes, worlds different than the warm whiskey brown he was so used to. The way she carried herself was pure confidence and dangerous sexuality, promising the fulfillment of every fantasy, but her eyes….
Her eyes were colder than ice.
Out of nowhere, he found his voice, holding both hands up in surrender. "Riza, take it easy," he said cautiously. "Something's not right here. Let's just take a step back, and –"
"'Not right?'" she echoed, her smile vanishing into clear annoyance. "I think you're practicing your talent in making understatements, sir. Because there's not just something wrong here; there have been things wrong in East City, in Central…."
She reached out, lacing her fingers through his before slowly leaning forward, pressing his hands down to the floor on either side of his head. Her smile returned, the light from the window glinting from her menacingly sharp canine teeth. "There's a new corruption in this country, Colonel," she breathed, nearly nose to nose with him. "And it's spreading."
Across the room, the door burst open, both Scar and his Master stepping inside. The men paused for only instant as they took in the scene in front of them, enough time for Riza's head to whip around, those strange amethyst eyes glaring at them over her shoulder.
In the next moment, Scar darted forward, putting his usual incredible speed to work. He bent low in the last few steps, his shoulder catching Riza in the ribs and throwing her to one side. The big man barely managed to avoid colliding with Roy as well, coming to his feet between Colonel and Lieutenant, and bracing for further combat.
Scar's Master reached down, helping Roy to his feet, his expression grim. "I apologize, Colonel. If I had known things were this bad, I would have come in with you. She seemed quite normal when we were speaking last night; not like this at all."
"Façades are useful things to hide behind," Riza answered from near the wall. Roy looked in her direction, watching her pick herself up gracefully from the floor. She paused, moving her left shoulder to stretch out the muscles in her side where she had been struck, then smiled. "You should be careful, Scar. You're going to hurt someone, throwing them around like that."
"Keep control of yourself, Lieutenant, and I won't need to," he answered shortly.
The way she spoke, the way she moved… it was all starting to remind Roy uncomfortably of something or someone, but he couldn't put his finger on it. "Lieutenant, you and I both know this isn't you," he started, keeping his voice low and steady. "If it's an act, then it ends now. But if this is some kind of side effect from what happened yesterday… then we'll find a way to fix it."
She watched him as he spoke, with the vague sense of a lioness eyeing prey, or an enemy… or both. Finally, she shrugged fatalistically. "And if this is just the new me, sir? You might just have to get used to it." Her gaze wandered south along his body. "It wouldn't be too difficult. You've already been benefiting from one particular change."
"Enough." The single word was quiet, but when Scar's Master spoke it, it was filled with purpose. "Lieutenant, you will stay here for the time being. I will return shortly, once we've formed a plan of what is to be done."
Her smile, when she gave it, was sultry. "I'll be here."
Once the door was closed, the three men stood in a brief moment of tense silence, before Miles came up the stairs. "I heard the commotion," he said, looking with concern from serious face to serious face. "What happened?"
"We're not entirely sure," Scar's Master informed him. "Send a message to the temple: I want three warriors sent here immediately to stand guard, both inside the building and out. Once they've arrived, you and I will go to the library and see what we can discover about what's going on."
"Miles said earlier that Lieutenant Hawkeye might be possessed somehow," Scar commented grimly. "It's beginning to look like a strong possibility."
"We'll look into it," the master promised. He glanced once at Roy, then back to his student. "For now, take the Colonel back to his accommodations. It's been a more eventful morning than any of us bargained for, and I think some time to process is needed."
Roy didn't speak, didn't acknowledge the advice, just mutely followed Scar down the stairs and out the front door. Behind him, a flurry of Ishvalan dialogue passed between the Master and Miles, no doubt discussion on what to do with their not-quite prisoner and what might be wrong with her.
Prisoner. The word rebounded through his head, and Roy couldn't stop the wince from showing on his face. Bad enough that Riza was very much not herself, but that she was being forcibly held for it….
He made it a dozen steps into the street before the guilt overwhelmed him and he spun back toward the house. His jaw clenched, hands curling into determined fists as he took the first step back - and then a firm hand wrapped around his arm.
"I know what you're thinking." Scar's voice was stern. "But the best thing for now is to regroup, form a plan, and come back when we have one."
"I can't leave her here alone," Roy shot back, turning to glare at the bigger man. "She's not herself, but that doesn't mean she's not my subordinate. One of five that I take it very personally when something is this wrong." He shook his head, tugging free and starting toward the house again. "I don't know how yet, but I'm going to help her. And I'd appreciate it if you didn't try to stop me."
"What do you think would have happened if my Master and I didn't enter the room when we did?"
That stopped him in his tracks nearly as well as any hand. Looking back over his shoulder, Roy watched the other warily. "What do you mean?"
"What do you think she was going to do?" Scar stood with arms folded, looking very much as he had in the tunnels under Central, lecturing Roy on the perils of vengeance. "Did you think she was playing some kind of game? Did you think she would leave you be if you surrendered? Or did you think that yours and the Lieutenant's long history would keep her from hurting you?"
Roy didn't answer, his forehead deeply furrowed and his eyes on the sand between them. He had thought that, that no matter what she looked like, the person in that room upstairs was Riza Hawkeye. She was his master's daughter, his comrade-in-arms, his assistant, his staunch supporter, lover —
Lover. Oh no…. None of the others in the room had been looking at her when she made her little insinuation, had they? Roy couldn't remember; he had still been watching those eyes, those hypnotic, inexplicably purple eyes…. He could only hope that neither of the others had noticed the way she took in the measure of his body; the words without the action could mean any number of things, but that look would damn him and their whole carefully concealed relationship.
"I thought…" he said slowly, "that if I could just make her hear me…. The real her, not… not whatever has taken her over…. Then maybe we could figure this out more easily." He looked up. "Somehow, I don't think she's going to be entirely cooperative."
"We think alike." Turning, Scar started off along the street again, clearly expecting Roy to follow. "Come; we should at least be comfortable while we discuss this."
The walk back to the house assigned to Roy – and Riza, in absentia – was a silent one. Absorbed in his thoughts, Roy didn't notice the occasional strange glance cast his way, or the several people that broke into whispers as he and Scar passed. With the sun rising higher, the streets were beginning to fill with people, and the sight of an Ishvalan warrior and a pale-skinned, dark-haired Amestrian drew attention.
Scar reached the house's front door ahead of him, pushing it open before stepping aside to allow Roy to go first. "The occupant of a house always goes before a guest," he said, by way of explanation. Even in the midst of a serious situation, the small lessons and instructions on Ishvalan culture were presented at every opportunity. Not that Roy was paying much attention just now.
He dropped to a seat at the low dining table, one hand rising immediately to rub his forehead in weary resignation. From the small kitchen area came the sounds – for the second time that morning – of Scar preparing tea, but he paid little attention.
How could she have changed so drastically? And so fast? Better question, why hadn't he seen it? Of all people, Roy knew Riza as well as he knew himself… at least he had thought so. Yet she had hinted that this change in her had been going on for a while; the thinly-veiled comment about their bedroom activities seemed to suggest so anyway.
So if that's a clue, if her uptick in sex drive is a marker of how long this change has been in progress…. He counted back mentally, briefly reliving each encounter until he arrived at…. Just after we were released from hospital, at her apartment in Central. Our first time in months that we –
No. Wait….
His eyes fixed blankly on the tabletop, he felt a growing sense of shock and something disturbingly like horror deep in his chest. There was that first attempt on her part, after leaving the Walston crime scene. That first, very uncharacteristic attempt, with their borrowed car pulled into a deserted alley in broad daylight.
Roy frowned deeply, his hand slipping from his forehead to his chin. That was… was that really only a week ago? Before all of this, we maybe would have slept together two or three times, but it's been seven… well, no there were a couple multiples in there, so… ten? Ten in eight days…. He gritted his teeth in self-annoyance. And you were too drunk on your own pleasure to see it, dumbass. Or else thinking with the wrong head. Maybe both.
The self-admonishing train of thought snapped to a halt as Scar, once again, set a steaming cup in front of him before settling down across the table with his own tea.
Roy looked down into the cup's depths, seeing his own face reflected in sepia tones from the liquid inside. "Another little piece of culture I never knew about," he murmured, half to himself. "I didn't realize tea was so popular here."
"Generally, it is reserved for ceremonial practices, but those who have a taste for it often keep it in their homes." The big man was watching him expressionlessly. "For example, my mother would always serve tea whenever anyone in our household was upset. She always said that tea would calm what words could not."
Roy did not know why it had never occurred to him that this mostly nameless warrior, one covered in muscle and battle scars and harbouring one of the bleakest personal histories he had ever known… had ever had a mother. He knew the man had to come from somewhere, but it had almost seemed as if he had sprung from the earth, fully formed and hunting State alchemists.
But to say so would only insult him. Roy forced a half-smile and lifted the cup to his lips. "Sounds like a wise woman."
"She was." Scar's reed eyes stayed fixed on him, even as he lifted his own cup for a sip. "How long have you and your Lieutenant been together?"
Roy nearly choked, but managed at the last second to swallow properly, feeling the pleasant heat all the way down to his stomach. "Well… professionally, since the civil war. Before that, since my time as an apprentice."
The red stare was unblinking, but while it was not particularly friendly, it was not intimidating. "You know what I asked."
Cold sweat was beginning to gather on the back of his neck in spite of the warmth from the tea. Roy knew his rueful grin was lopsided and uneasy, but also knew that any attempt to hide the truth from someone who clearly already knew it would only prolong the inevitable and make the punishment twice as harsh.
"Like I said, professionally: since the civil war." He watched Scar's eyes narrow in annoyance. "Emotionally, at least on my end of things…." He braced himself for this admission to a near-total stranger. "I've wanted her since the day I first saw her, when I was apprenticing. I don't know her thoughts on it, since she's never told me. But physically?" He shrugged to hide his discomfort. "If you count the six months that Bradley kept us separated, then about a year and a half."
He knew the challenge was in his eyes, the subtle 'What are you going to do about it?' hanging unspoken in the air between them. With Scar's religious affinity, Roy fully expected a morally-charged comment on the topic of premarital sex… and was faintly surprised when the other merely took an unhurried sip of tea.
"You're a good match," the other man said laconically. Red eyes watched Roy over the rim of his cup. "And a good team."
"Thanks." The danger seemingly past, Roy took a settling sip of his own tea. "Though I'm sure I don't have to tell you that this does not leave this room." His lips quirked in a humourless, dry smile. "Can't exactly help with the Reconstruction when I'm under court-martial."
Scar's cup resettled onto the wooden table with a soft clunk. "Even if I were inclined to share your secret – which for the sake of my own honour, I wouldn't do – I realize that it would put the Reconstruction on hold, if not in jeopardy entirely." His look turned meaningful. "Though I would say you and Lieutenant Hawkeye have a much bigger problem than what you have been up to in your personal lives."
Unease crept into Roy's stomach with a feeling like seeping ice water. "Right…" Breathing deeply, he folded his arms on the table. "What do you think it is?"
"Possession." The answer was prompt and firm. "The battle in Central was roughly two weeks ago, and the Lieutenant said this 'change' of hers has been going on for some time."
Roy was frowning down at the tabletop in thought again, mulling the possibility over. "Thanks to the Homonculi's Father, there were any number of souls flying around that day," he murmured. "Most would follow the lifeline of their spirit back to the body they were meant for, but supposing that string were severed…" His right index finger rubbed absently at his lower lip. "Hawkeye was one of very few people still conscious while Father was trying to… to call down God, I suppose. If a soul was severed from its spirit but looking for a place to go when the national alkahestry circle activated and freed all the ones he'd sucked in…."
"It stands to reason it would go to one of closest live bodies in its vicinity." Scar was watching him closely. "And if it happened to be the soul of some convicted criminal or someone on the fringe…."
More like a nymphomaniac, the way we've been – He barely stopped himself from giving the violent headshake he wanted to, to clear the thought. "She has had a little bit harder of a time keeping her temper in check since the battle," he said aloud, reaching for the tea again. "I'm not talking about the incident with that reporter, either. She thought I didn't notice, but there were a few times where she seemed to get annoyed over trivial things or things that normally don't faze her…. I put it down to her still being shaken up over the Promised Day."
"I think the main question should be not what kind of soul she absorbed, but how she absorbed it," Scar said, watching the tea in his cup as he swirled it around. "I was always led to believe that a human body has room for exactly one soul – the one it is meant to host. How can a second one fit into a living body?"
Roy shook his head wearily and drained his cup. In credit to Scar's mother, the warmth of the drink did help to calm him somewhat. "A question for a better theologian than I," he said resignedly. "It appears that's what's happened, though, and so the only thing left to do is deal with the extra soul."
The bigger man nodded in agreement. "That can be left to a priest. They have… methods."
His head snapped up, dark eyes narrowing slightly in suspicion and alarm. "'Methods?'" he echoed. "What kind of 'methods?'"
"Ones that would allow the removal of the possessing soul from the Lieutenant's body without damaging her own, and thus remove the corruption as well." Scar got to his feet, his cup left on the table. "Something such as a yantir. Amestrians would call it an exorcism."
For a long, silent moment, all Roy could do was stare. His mouth felt as arid as the air outside, his tongue forgetting its function. When he finally did speak, his voice was as dry as his mouth. "You want to… perform an exorcism. On Lieutenant Hawkeye." It wasn't so much a question as a statement to force the concept into his stunned brain.
Scar's face was as solemn as ever. "It's the most straightforward way I know to clear the possessing soul from her body," he answered, his tone quiet."So that she is no longer apaavan. If you'll excuse me, Colonel, I'll see to it that the arrangements are made. Wait here until you're sent for."
"Hold on a second!" He got to his feet, following the warrior to the door. "Let's not jump to conclusions here. Suppose she's not possessed? Is this exorcism – this… yantir – going to have some effect on her?" He watched Scar's hand reaching for the doorknob, and desperation began fluttering in his chest like a maddened bird. "We spent a week in hospital following the Promised Day; could she have picked up some kind of illness that's causing the personality shift?"
When Scar looked back over his shoulder, his expression was as stony and locked-down as Roy had ever seen it. "I understand that you want to believe a measure this drastic isn't necessary," he said calmly. "It's very rare that it is… but I believe this to be a rare case. What has changed your Lieutenant is no sickness of the body. It is a sickness of the soul; her reaction to the blessed sand proves that."
Opening the door, he stepped out into the morning light, his parting words being delivered over his shoulder. "And I don't know about you, Colonel, but I have never heard of a physical illness that changes the eye colour of its victim."
Left with no rebuttal coming readily to mind, Roy stood staring into the dusty street for long moments after Scar was lost to both earshot and sight. Finally, realizing that some of the few passersby were giving him strange looks as they went, he retreated inside and closed the door.
Breathing a deep sigh, one born of fatigue both physical and emotional, he sank onto the low sofa that had been brought in to help furnish the house's small living space. There was nothing he could do, not right now. This new development put the reconstruction plans on hold while Miles and Scar scrambled for answers; perhaps he should take advantage of the time and rest.
Obviously, there was nothing keeping him here if he decided to try and see her. He wanted to hold her, wanted to ask what she was feeling, to try and comfort her… and comfort himself. Roy hated being left in the dark on anything, more so when it came to his subordinates. Especially her.
He could go to her now, alchemise a way past her guards, carry her off someplace where they could be alone and sort this out…. But he wouldn't. Ishvalans despised alchemy and using it in their holy land would set them against him and ruin all chances for reconciliation and reconstruction. And how could he carry Riza off when she had so easily overpowered him earlier? Sure, he hadn't exactly fought back, but her takedown of him…. There was a strength in that lithe frame that he didn't think had been there a month ago.
As for sorting everything out… how did you sort out the corruption of a human soul when you had no idea where to even begin? He was slowly coming around to the thought that this Ishvalan exorcism idea of Scar's might only be the best option for Ishvalans… not Amestrians. That being said, however, what could he do, aside from his first instinct to abscond with her into hiding until they could sort this out?
His mind still swirling with a dark miasma of confusing thought, he stretched out on his side. Sleep had eluded him all night, and while he had too much on his mind to be capable of truly restful sleep, tiredness dragged at his limbs, making his body feel heavy and his muscles relax.
Not so much falling asleep as passing out, he thought, allowing his eyelids to close. He didn't want to sleep, but the near-constant bombardment of shock and worry in the last hour had flooded him with adrenaline. Now it was draining away, being slowly replaced with weariness.
Close your eyes, relax… but keep thinking, Roy told himself. Make a plan for once you’re in a better position on this chessboard, once she's back to within reach. Because she will be. Be ready when she is.
RECONSTRUCTION AUTHORITY OUTPOST OFFICE
1647 HOURS, APRIL 22ND
She came back to consciousness in the late afternoon… at least it felt like consciousness. Lying on the sleeping pallet in a dark corner of the room, Riza held still, taking inventory of herself. No sharp aches or pains, no general feeling of malaise, just a feeling of dragging tiredness that pulled at her very bones.
Suppressing a groan, Riza forced herself to sit upright, drawing her knees toward her chest and resting her folded arms on them. She yawned, ducking her head to instinctively hide the expression. Letting her eyes fall closed was a mistake; getting them open again was a task in and of itself.
Why am I so tired? She hadn't felt this dragged out since the Promised Day, waiting for that first transfusion to make it safe for her to sleep. But she had been out of danger in the blood loss department for weeks now, and there weren't any new wounds –
No, that wasn't quite right; now that she had moved, her left side was aching subtly. Lifting her head, she looked herself over quickly, finding no spreading bloodstains on the homespun desert dress. She pulled the loose collar away, looking down…. Was that some kind of mark on her side? In this poor light, she couldn't tell.
Climbing to her feet, she moved toward the window and the golden light filtering through. As soon as it touched her skin, the warmth was welcome, like being wrapped in a soft blanket. And at the same time, all the tenuous strength went out of her legs, dropping her to the floor.
Riza hit the floorboards with a soft grunt of surprise and pain as the sore spot on her ribs flared at the impact. She clamped her hand to the spot, making the ache flare brighter. Hissing between her teeth, she pulled her dress away from herself again, looking down to the sore spot… and stared.
A vividly purple bruise spread in an inch-wide patch over her ribs, obviously the reminder of some impact but… what? And when? Maybe when she had wrenched herself away from the priest at the temple, the sand still burning her palms? She wouldn't necessarily have noticed a hit to the ribs then… but no. If that were the case, the bruise should have been a darker, deeper purple, not still shot with red. This was more recent.
Reminded of the wounds to her hands, she held them out, palms up. The disconcerting red marks were fainter – much fainter than they had been last night, and certainly not blistered as she had suspected they might be. All in all, they seemed to be healing nicely.
She brushed her fingertips over one half of the starburst pattern… and frowned. She had thought the skin might be heated from the burns, but… wherever the skin was unnaturally red was dead numb.
Riza didn't get much of a chance to dwell on this new revelation before, behind her, the door opened. She glanced back over her shoulder, finding Miles stepping inside, followed by a solemn-faced young man in a warrior's robe. Willing her knees to support her, she got carefully to her feet and turned to face the visitors.
"Lieutenant," Miles greeted her cordially, with a slight inclination of his head. "How are you feeling?"
"All right, I suppose." Something about him felt off to her, but she couldn't quite place what. "I certainly can't say I'm on top form, when I've been sleeping so long." She glanced around the room. "I suppose, when it's dim like this, my body doesn't have the sense to wake up at a normal time."
She caught the small frown as she looked his way again… and finally understood the subtle body language he was giving off. He was holding himself very tightly, as though ready to run or dodge at a second's notice. He was watchful, jumpy, operating on a hair trigger.
Miles was wary of her.
"You haven't been asleep that long," he said, after a long moment had stretched between them. "Only a few hours. You were awake earlier, when Colonel Mustang was here."
"…When was that?" Confused, she stepped out of the warming sun into the shadows again, not missing the way Miles' eyes turned sharp at her movement. "Are you sure I was awake for that?"
"Positive. He came up to see you himself, along with Scar, around eight o'clock this morning." He was watching her intently, expression turning curious. "You don't remember?"
Confusion growing, merging with worry over the gap in memory, Riza shook her head. As far as I know, the last time I saw him was as you were —" She stopped just short of using the word 'dragging.' "— escorting me away from the temple after I burned my hands."
"I see." His gaze travelled to her left hand at her side. "And how are your hands? May I see?"
She stepped closer — noting again the stiffness that came to his body as she closed the gap — and held both hands out, palm up, for his inspection. Almost gingerly, Miles held both her hands in his, critically eyeing the spidery red lines snaking outward from the pinkie-side of each hand.
"Well, it seems they've begun to heal, though it may take a while for the marks to fade."
"They don't hurt," she allowed. "Though there may be some nerve damage; they're mostly just numb. I don't —"
She broke off as Miles' grasp tightened briefly. Before she could ask what was happening, the so-far silent young guard stepped around the Major and snapped a pair of handcuffs around Riza's wrists, a chain in the middle running several feet to the guard's hand.
Riza jerked free of Miles' grip to a cacophony of clinking, instantly alert and bracing for trouble. "Miles, what —" A tug on the chain from the guard stopped her backward motion, and she froze, watching both men with the same wariness Miles had exhibited on entering. "…Major, what's going on."
He shifted in discomfort at the flat-toned question. "Lieutenant, stay calm. We have orders to take you for treatment, but we have to assure our own safety in doing so. If you'll just cooperate —"
"Treatment?" she echoed sharply, not caring that, technically speaking, she was confronting a superior. "Treatment for what, exactly? My hands?"
"For whatever caused the sand to burn you in the first place," Miles answered, hands half-raised in what was likely supposed to be a calming gesture. "Please, Lieutenant, it will only make things more difficult if you resist. If you'll just agree to come along quietly —"
"Does the Colonel know about this?" she snapped, gritting her teeth against the anger starting to swell in her chest. They obviously thought she was some kind of danger; she would not give them the satisfaction of proving themselves right.
"He'll meet us there." Miles took a step toward the door. "Scar is with him, and the Master will be there as well. You won't be in any danger, but please: make it easy on yourself as well as me." He hesitated a moment, then added, "Not to mention that this will all blow over easier without a scene, making the reconstruction progress more smoothly."
She watched him, knowing full well he was right, and that she would do as asked… but wanting to make him sweat a little bit for his victory. Finally, just as an edge of uncertainty crept into those red eyes, she nodded. "Very well, Major. Lead the way."
They took her through little-used backstreets of the city, mostly to keep her out of the public eye, Riza assumed. To be seen handcuffed one day and helping to spearhead the reconstruction the next… tongues would wag and authority would be questioned, and that could not be well-afforded when the project was just beginning.
Humiliating as it was to walk cuffed and chained like a common criminal, Riza kept her head held high and her eyes forward. She spoke only when spoken to by Miles, keeping a firm lid on her temper that still simmered in the pit of her stomach. She suspected that Roy indeed knew the Ishvalans were attempting to help her, but she knew that showing up in this fashion was going to garner righteous wrath on his part.
She fought down a smile at the thought. Goodness knew she didn't need him to fight on her behalf, but it warmed her heart that he was so willing to throw himself into that sort of fray. The fantasy took shape in her mind: the way those dark eyes would widen as they caught the glint of silver around her wrists, and then the low, dangerous softness in his voice as he asked why his Lieutenant was being treated like a prisoner, followed by the edge of command in his sharpening tone as he demanded her release….
Riza wasn't able to fully stop the tiny smile that spread across her lips. She would have to find a way to thank him for his…. She contemplated what the right word might be…. Devotion, probably.
Miles and the guard led her into an alley-like opening in the side of a high-rising wall, open space visible at the far end. Riza drank in the coolness of the shadows, letting it dispel the shakiness in her knees that being in direct sunlight seemed to cause. An effect of so much sleep, she thought, and possibly so long in that dimly lit room. Once she got reaccustomed to the light, she would —
The thought trailed off as she and her escorts emerged into the centre of a small amphitheater. Tiered seating rose around them, washed by the late afternoon sun and standing empty. Bare, sandy soil covered the ground they walked on, in a flat circle twenty metres across. In the centre stood the priest who had performed the sand blessing, waiting with his hands folded into his wide sleeves, watching them approach.
Riza frowned. Miles had said that Roy, Scar, and Scar's Master would be here, but where — ah. Turning her head to her left, she spotted them, sitting on the lowest level of stone bench seats. Scar had one hand on Roy's left arm, both men watching her intently. Roy looked to have been in the process of standing, now frozen with his eyes on her hands. Three seconds, she estimated, and he would pull free, stand, and her small daydream would be acted out in front of her.
What she did not anticipate was for those dark eyes to meet hers, fill with helpless apology… and then he settled back into his seat.
…He knew. He knew these were the measures they would take. Surprise and a new sense of apprehension covered her arms with gooseflesh, a tiny shiver zipping down her spine. Just how afraid of me are they? And why?!
Miles stopped her in front of the old priest, who smiled in a fatherly fashion and offered a small bow. "Good to see you again, miss," he said, by way of greeting. "How are you feeling?"
That question again…. "Confused, mostly," she answered truthfully. "I was told I was being brought for some kind of treatment, though I'm not clear on what." She shrugged, her restraints jingling faintly. "I feel fine."
The old man nodded sagely. "Unfortunately, that is often the case in situations like this, until the problem rears its head again." He dropped his hands from his sleeves. "I take it Miles has not explained to you what a yantir is?"
"…No, he didn't." Her apprehension grew stronger, coiling and uncoiling in a restless ball somewhere around her solar plexus. Was Roy watching this? Had they told him what was going to happen?
The priest nodded again, reaching out to pat her reassuringly on the shoulder. "Don't look so worried. You won't feel anything. It's a spiritual procedure; nothing invasive." His parental smile suddenly didn't seem so warm as the next words hit home. "I believe the Amestrian word for it is 'exorcism.'"
Riza couldn't help but look back over her shoulder, her gaze finding Roy inside of an instant. That one look was enough to tell her, through his tense posture and the guilt stamped in his eyes that he was well aware of what these people had planned. He knew, he understood… and he was allowing it.
Of all the people in her life that could have sold her out… Riza never would have expected it from him, and that hurt more than the burns on her hands — or back — ever could have.
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Friends / Girl Meets World Crossover: Rachel never got off the plane, instead she raises her daughter Emma Maya in Paris and sends her to the states for the summer, Ross’s son BenLucas moves in with him, Phoebe and Mike have a son named Farkle and all of them, of course, are best friends with Monica and Chandler’s twins Erica and Jack. Oh, and Joey ends up having a daughter he never knew about: Riley. Previous Chapters: Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 Word Count: 5,662 Chapter: 12 ♫Playlist♫
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The days leading up to the wedding swiftly passed by and Riley found herself at Monica's disposal again. The raven-haired beauty was quick to assign everyone a task, making it her mission to do the impossible and plan a picture-perfect wedding in less than fourteen days. Lucky for the bride and groom she was just neurotic enough to pull it off.
Thankful for the distraction from her love life, per usual, Riley spent every single minute of her free time with Monica (and Erica who was forced to tag along.) Unfortunately, with every passing hour she felt more and more anxious about the upcoming nuptials. The thought of spending a weekend at an Inn was one thing but knowing just a few doors down would be Lucas, Jack and her father...well, no task Monica could assign would make her forget about that. Tensions were already high but mixing that with alcohol and sleeping down the hall from each other seemed like a recipe for disaster.
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There was one day left before the wedding now and as they made their way to Long Island and got settled into their rooms Riley could feel the glances being thrown her way by both Lucas and Jack. She knew she had to do the right thing and make a choice but there was no way she was going to do that while they were all under one roof for a weekend. Her mind was made up. Come Monday she'd make her decision but for now she just had to get through the next few days in one piece.
"Come on, Tribbiani." Erica pleads, dumping the contents of her overnight bag on the floor. Due to a limited amount of rooms, almost everyone was paired off and of course Erica and Riley being the only two single girls ended up sharing. Not that Riley minds, she was much more worried about Lucas and Jack sharing the room across from hers.  
She winces slightly at the mess, watching as the blonde rummages through her things. "I feel like I should stay here and be on call for your mom in case she needs help with --"
"Riley, the wedding is tomorrow. What else could she possibly need help with?" Erica raises an eyebrow. "Pretty please?"
"I don't have anything to wear." Riley sighs, climbing onto the bed. She wasn't technically lying. She did bring a dress with her but it was for the wedding tomorrow and far too dressy to wear to a bar or club. The only other thing in her bag was pajamas and some shorts to wear on the way home and she wouldn’t be caught dead on a night out in either. She was perfectly content with staying in but of course Erica had other plans.
"Come on, Riles. Izzy and Farkle have already opted out and Maya's going to be too busy showing her boyfriend a good time. I need a wingman or I guess wingwoman. Please don’t make me hang out with my brother and Lucas alone. Besides, you can borrow something of mine."
"Where are you even going? None of you are from around here."
"Yeah but Gabby and Vanessa are." Erica smiles. "They're going to show us the party scene near the boardwalk."
Riley narrows her eyes at her. "What's going on with that, by the way?" She had picked up on some vibes during the engagement party but chucked it up as drunken flirtation. Now, seeing that spark in her best friend's eye she wasn’t so sure.
"Going on with what?"
"You and Vanessa." Riley drawled out, unsure of how to phrase her question. "Is there... y'kno... something there or..."
"I – we're friendly." The blonde answers. She takes a pause before averting her gaze to the mess on the floor in front of her. "I mean, if there was... would that be – would that be weird or..."
"Not in the slightest." Riley smiles sweetly. Although she was curious she didn’t want to force Erica to come to terms with whatever conflicting feelings she clearly had so instead of prying she changes the subject. "So, what are you letting me borrow?"
Erica holds up a navy blue bodycon dress and a devilish smile adorns her face. "This is going to be fun."
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Lucas stood outside the Inn, perched up against the rental car his father had for the weekend. He didn’t know why he let Erica talk him into going out or taking the car, tonight of all nights, but he did and he was already beginning to regret it.  
Apparently, everyone was coming out and although he was always up for spending time with his friends, there was one person in particular that he was apprehensive about seeing outside the confines of the Farhampton walls.  
It seemed like every interaction he had with the beautiful brunette since that fateful night in her apartment pushed them further apart but simultaneously made his feelings grow. The pain in his chest he felt whenever he saw her with Jack was starting to become harder to ignore and there was no one to blame but himself.  
He tried to justify his actions by claiming they were the right thing to do but if it really was the right thing why did all of them seem so miserable? Why did he feel like punching a wall at the thought of Jack and Riley being together? Why did his breath hitch in his throat at the very sight of her? Why has his relationship with one of his best friends changed so drastically?
He combed through his thoughts as he waited for the others to meet up. Maya and her boyfriend were the first to show, hand in hand.  
"So, you're the scary big brother I've got to worry about." The guy smirks, reaching up to shake Lucas' hand. "I'm Zay Babineaux. You're Lucas, right?"
"Yeah, nice to meet you man." Lucas smiles, "And I'd be more worried about Maya if I were you. She's the scary one."
"Don’t I know it." Zay chuckles, slapping Lucas on the shoulder. "So, is it just us or?"
"No we're just waiting on Erica and --" He stops midsentence, eyes wide, jaw agape as he spots her. His cheeks flushed hot, his stomach heavy as her eyes wandered around the small crowd of people outside the Inn before locking his in a trance with so much intensity that looking away was unfathomable.
Lucas' heart pounds in his throat, threatening to break out as she began to make her way over. There was a pin-drop silence as he watched her approach them, her chocolate brown hair blowing in the night. It isn't until she's a few feet away that he notices Erica, Vanessa and Gabby by her side.  
"That your girl?" Zay whispers, gently nudges him in the side, amused by the awestruck expression on Lucas' face.  
"What?" He narrows his eyes as his attention is pulled away from the brunette in front of him. It takes him a minute to register what Zay had asked him. "No, no. We're just... friends."
But he knew that wasn’t true. Because as he watched her dimples embellish her skin as she happily shook Zay's hand he was hit with a realization. He was falling for her. Hard.
It was more than a crush. More than lust for the smiling bright-eyed girl that came into his life unexpectedly seven months ago. No, this was different. She was always there in his mind. It's incomprehensible. No matter how much distance he attempted to put between them his feelings for her remained constant. Even though her eyes, her skin, her beautiful face is what initially caught his attention that day in Central Perk, his feelings for her runs deep to his core. It was terrifying.
He knew there was only one of two things he could do. The first: take himself out of the equation. He wasn't sure if Jack was what she wanted but the one thing he was sure of was that he wasn’t worthy of Riley. He wasn't good enough for her, in fact, he'd go as far as to say no one, not even his cousin, was good enough for her but if Jack could make her happy, if he could give her what she deserves, someone who won't push her away, then maybe that's what needed to happen.  
The second choice: He could fight for her. He could make his feelings for her known, to everyone, he could pull her in close and vow to never hurt her again. He could choose her and hope to God he was lucky enough for her to choose him back. He could listen to his heart instead of his head for once in his life. And maybe, just maybe, he could be happy.
As he went over his options he realized he needed to talk to her now more than ever.  
"Farkle and Smackle are staying in tonight so, it's just us." Erica's voice cuts through.
"Where's Jack?" Maya asks as she climbs into the seat behind the driver while Zay slides in next to her.  
"Oh, he was already sleeping when I went to go invite him so I thought I'd just leave em' be." Erica shrugs, raising her eyebrows up at Lucas with a mischievous smirk painted on her face. A look that doesn’t go unseen.  
Lucas hadn't even noticed Jack's absence until it was pointed out and now he couldn’t help but wonder if Erica was being entirely honest. After he dropped his tux off in the room he didn’t bother sticking around so he didn’t know if what she was saying was true or not but something told him she was up to something.  
"Let the fun begin." She winks at the pair as she climbs into the back seat of the SUV with Vanessa and Gabby following her lead, leaving Riley and Lucas to occupy the two front seats.
Lucas swallows the lump in his throat as their eyes meet. Erica was definitely up to something. He just didn’t know what yet. He walks around the car and slides into the driver's seat. He waits for Riley to climb into the passenger before he starts the engine. After what feels like forever he finds his voice, leaning in to whisper in Riley's ear. "I need to talk to you."
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Once they get to the bar it's not lost on Riley that this was Erica's plan the whole time. Get her alone with Lucas. Maya and Zay break off almost immediately and the second Erica pries the keys out of Lucas' hand she leaves the two of them alone again.  
"She's not very subtle." Riley murmurs under her breath. Lucas smiles softly but keeps his eyes looking forward. He hadn't said anything since he said he wanted to speak to her and his silence was slowly starting to eat at her. "So, you said you needed to talk to me?"
He nods slowly, wringing his hands together before turning to face her. "Wanna get out of here?"
Riley scans the rooms as she considers it. Being alone with Lucas was exactly what she was trying to avoid at the moment. How could she keep herself from telling him the choice she's made if he was busy trying to whisk her away for private conversations.
She convinced herself it'd be a short walk, Erica had the keys so they had to come back to the bar regardless of what he might say or where their conversation might lead so although her better judgment was telling her to stay put her heart was screaming at her to go. Her eyes roam the room once more before reluctantly locking eyes with him. She can feel herself getting lost in the depth of his gaze already even though after so long of dancing around their feelings for one another, always pushing and pulling, the warmth in his eyes feels foreign. After a moment she nods her head, allowing him to lead the way.
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Erica smiles brightly as Vanessa playfully guides her away from the bar. Her plan to get Riley and Lucas to talk seemed to be working. She watched them walk off together the second they were left alone and couldn’t wipe the grin off of her face as she was pulled onto the dancefloor.  
The night had only just begun and she already knew it was going to be a memorable one. The music spinning around them seemingly lifted away gravity as the two girls danced around each other. She tucks her phone and the keys to the rental into the back pocket of her skin-tight skirt and allows herself to get lost in the music.
Before Vanessa even turns to face her, Erica's lost in a trance. She bites her lip as she watches Vanessa's hair spin out and bounce with every beat.  Her black locks lay long and loose, obscuring the open back of her dress but allowing glimpses of her caramel skin to peak through whenever she swayed her hips.  
A wave of goosebumps pepper her skin as their dancing suddenly becomes a lot closer. Vanessa runs her hands up Erica's bare arms, like shooting electricity into her veins, as if she was trying to jump start her heart. Her fingertips like matches grazing her skin with flames every time their bodies move closer.
Everything was happening so fast; the thumping music, the flashing lights, and before she knows it her head is moving closer to Vanessa's, her eyes closed, her breath shaking with fear and excitement. And then it was their lips that were dancing, slow and soft, comforting in ways that words could never be.  
Erica didn’t know what any of this meant, all she knew in that moment was that that one kiss had obliterated every thought in her head. She felt dizzy as their lips finally parted, savoring every second before it was over.  
But the feeling of her phone vibrating in her pocket brings her crashing back to reality.
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The night sky is inky black as Riley and Lucas reach the boardwalk, the only light coming from the glow of the moon and the lively city behind them. Panic sat heavy on her heart she walked side by side with the quiet blond. He still had yet to say anything, his eyes plastered to the floor, staring at his shoes as they walked. The boardwalk was only a five-minute walk from the club so only a few minutes had passed since his suggestion but somehow it felt like an eternity.
A cool draught of air whips over the waves, bringing a taste of the ocean with it.  The cold breeze painting her cheeks bright red while the relentless wind blows her hair around aimlessly. She wraps her arms tightly around herself, silently praying he'd offer up any kind of conversation to distract her from the cold and the restless thoughts in her mind.
Without saying a word Lucas shrugs off his jacket and drapes it over her shoulders before rubbing her arms in attempt to help warm her up faster. "Sorry. My mind is kind of all over the place."
"Is this about tomorrow?" She meets his gaze, wrapping his jacket snug around her as she tried to resist the urge to breathe in his scent.  
Lucas motions to a bench behind them for them to sit and waits until Riley's seated before he begins to speak. "It's actually about us." He exhales, "I just – I want you to know that I never meant for any of this to happen. The only thing I actually care about is your happiness. And if being with Jack is what makes you happy then I'll step down."
"You would really do that?" Her brows knitting together as she faces him. "You'd step down for him?"
"I wouldn’t just be stepping down for him but yeah, I would." Lucas swallows the lump in his throat, "If I knew that he was what you wanted and that I was just getting in the way of that I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. I'd walk away if you told me to."
"What if I told you I already made my choice." Her lips tremble but she can't tell if it's from the chilly ocean air against her bare skin or the erratic beating of her heart. She watched the whirlwind of emotions in his eyes, he was apprehensive and she was holding her breath without even realizing it. She could tell him. She could end all of this right now. All she had to do was say it out loud.  
She opens her mouth, ready to make that change but a flicker of fear flashes in his eyes and he quickly stands to his feet. "Not now." He shakes his head, avoiding her eyes this time. "I don’t think I could survive the weekend if – I'd rather not know right now." There's a pause, he inhales deeply. "After all, ignorance is bliss right?"
Riley shakes her head. "What exactly are you so afraid of?"
A slight cough behind them breaks their gaze, causing them to turn their heads around. "Hate to break this up but we gotta get back." Erica stood on the other side of the boardwalk, a running car waiting beside her. "They know we took the rental."
Riley and Lucas share a look of concern before making their way to the car.  
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The silence that followed was deafening as Lucas scanned his father's face for a reaction. He knew Erica had just gotten back into the good graces with her mom and wasn’t about to ruin that by throwing her under the bus. It may have been her idea to take the rental car but he was the oldest and he complied so instead of dragging the others down with him he told his father it was his idea to sneak out and take the car.
The disappointment on Ross' face was a look Lucas had been familiarized with for years now. He was always letting him down so this wasn’t any different. The silence though, that was different. It was as normal as deserted streets in Times Square.  
Ross holds open the door to his suite, silently instructing Lucas to walk inside. Genevieve was staying in her sisters' room for the night so it's eerily empty when he walks in.  
"Just tell me why." Ross sighs as he closes the door behind them. "Of all nights to act up, why tonight?"
"Dad --"
"Do we need to sit down with your moms and have a serious discussion about your behavior like your five years old again?" Ross is visibly getting more upset now that they're alone. "Or is this just out of spite? Do you hate Gen? Is that it? Or is it me that you hate because I --"
"Dad, I don’t hate you." Lucas sighs in frustration, combing his fingers through his hair. "Look I'm sorry okay? It was a stupid mistake and I wasn’t thinking and I'm sorry. Can we please just drop it because I'm really not in the mood to argue."
Ross looks at him in disbelief. "It's the night before my wedding, Lucas. Do you think I'm in the mood to argue?"
"It's not like this is your last one." Lucas murmurs, immediately regretting the words once they leave his mouth. He knew he was being unfair. He knew his father had every right to be upset with him but the situation with Riley and Jack was weighing heavy on him and he couldn’t help but take his frustration out on his dad. He knew he was being an asshole. He just couldn’t bring himself to stop.
"Hey watch it." Ross glowers. His features soften as Lucas averts his gaze. "What is going on with you? Talk to me."
"You wouldn’t understand."  
"Try me."
Lucas wrings his hands together, "There's this girl..."
"A girl... you're right. Such a foreign concept to me." Ross teases. Lucas shoots him a deadpan expression stifling his amusement. "Sorry, go on."
"It's just... I've never felt this way about anyone before... and it just so happens that my... friend... likes her too. I've been trying to do what I think is the right thing, ya know? Like, I've been trying to stay away and let him have a fair chance with her but... it's killing me, Dad. I – I feel like I'm being ripped to shreds and the worst part is I've been pushing her towards him when all I really want is to be with her. I don't know what to do anymore. I don't even know where I stand with her now."
"I get it. Trust me, I get it." Ross nods, "But when it comes to love and friendship it's hard to say what the right thing to do is. I mean, when I found out Joey had feelings for Rachel after Maya was born, I was devastated. One of my best friends was in love with the girl I've loved since high school and I hated it. I hated the thought of them being together and of course it put a strain on our friendship but after a while things went back to normal."
"How?"
"She moved to Paris." Ross laughs. "Look, my point is until you ask her you're never going to know where you stand. And when she makes her choice, no matter what it may be, respect it. Because it's not easy having to choose between two people, especially two friends."
___________________ The Next Day ___________________
The ceremony was beautiful and quaint as the couple exchanged vows facing the ocean. The sky an unbroken backdrop of blue, the sun was warm but not scalding. It was postcard perfect.
During the reception the room, that was beautifully decorated with fairy lights and an array of different shades of white and pink roses, buzzed with excited chatter and good music. Children ran between the tables, lost in their own little world of tag and hide and seek, while the adults helped themselves to the open bar. Toasts were made, the bouquet was thrown and the first dance was held.
Despite the weeks leading up to it and the night before, it was turning out to be a perfect evening. Riley sat with Joey and Rachel, watching the way their faces lit up as they interacted with each other. She knew it was only a matter of time before it was them exchanging vows and she couldn’t help but wonder if it would happen for her. Obviously, she knew she was way too young to be worrying about marriage now but being surrounded by so much love only made her think about how out of control her own love life was.  
Joey asks Rachel to dance and as they're walking away Lucas approaches her table, two older women by his side. "Riley, hey sorry to interrupt but my mom's wanted to meet you." He smiles awkwardly.
"Carol and Susan, right?" Riley smiles sweetly as she stands to her feet to shake their hand. "Lucas has told me a lot about you guys, it's really nice to meet you."
"That's funny he never shuts up about you either." Carol teases, nudging him in the side. "I feel like I already know you."
"The feeling is mutual." Riley chuckles feeling bashful under their gaze. She now understood where Lucas got his beautiful blonde hair and green eyes from. Height and broad shoulders he got from Ross but everything else was all Carol. She was stunning but that didn’t surprise her because so was he.
As he stood in front of her, looking debonair in his tux, she couldn’t help the blush that crept onto her cheeks. She did her best to avoid staring at him during the ceremony but it was hard to ignore him now when he was standing right in front of her, looking at her like that. Looking like that.
"You two should dance." Susan chimes in, looking between the two. The song had just changed to a slow one. One Riley recognized as a song her mother used to love. Carol nods her head and gives her son a little push, "That's a great idea. You two go dance and we'll chat later."
♫And I'd give up forever to touch you 'Cause I know that you feel me somehow You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be And I don't wanna go home right now ♫
Lucas takes the hint, slowly taking Riley's hand in his as he escorts her onto the dance floor. Their fingers intertwine as his other hand finds its way to her back.   ♫And all I can taste is this moment And all I can breathe is your life When sooner or later it's over I just don't wanna miss you tonight♫
"You look beautiful." He smirks, her brown eyes holding such a serenity that it was impossible for him not to be held prisoner by them. From day one she was always quite the beauty, but being this close to her again only reinforced that truth. Her slightly curled hair shined when the light hit it in a certain way. Her coffee brown eyes, trimmed by long lashes, were gentle and always held warmth within them. To describe her as angelic seemed like an understatement. "You always look beautiful."
"So do you." She smiles. "Your moms seem great by the way."
"Yeah, they are." He laughs softly, "Great wingmen too." A beat of silence passes before he speaks again. "I'm sorry about yesterday. I told you I wanted to talk to you and then when you said you had already made your choice I wouldn’t hear you out."  
"Why didn’t you want to hear me out?" She asks, "Were you just afraid of the answer or --"
"I guess in the moment I was afraid of what your answer was but as I thought about it I think it was more so that I was afraid of what would change. I... I don’t want to lose you, Riley. You're really important to me."
"You're really important to me too, Lucas." She bites her lip, her breathing becoming softer. The pensive look on his face melting into a soft smile.  
Joey cuts in, playfully elbowing Lucas out of the way. "Beat it kid, let me dance with my daughter."
Lucas chuckles, nodding his head as he puts his palms up in defense. "She's all yours, sir."
He watches for a moment as they laugh and twirl around, stepping over each other's feet. He didn’t know what was going through her head, who she chose or what she wanted, but right now she was happy so he was perfectly content letting her enjoy a heartfelt moment with her father.
Unfortunately for him Jack had other plans. The clearly intoxicated boy pushes past him, bumping his arm in the process to get to her. "My turn."
"Dude, no." Lucas grabs his arm and pulls him back. "Let her dance with her dad."
"Why don't you just back off, alright?" Jack huffs. He never argued with his fists but his words packed a powerful punch. "You've done enough."
"I'm serious man. Leave them alone." Lucas' grip doesn’t let up. "You can dance with her after. It's not that big of a deal."
"Of course you'd say that, you already got your dance." Jack shoves his hand away, the pungent smell of liquor on his breath more obvious than before. Lucas didn’t understand how he managed to get alcohol in the first place with his parents wandering around the reception. It's like he was asking for trouble. "Now if you excuse me --"
Lucas grabs ahold of his blazer, yanking his cousin backward with a little too much force. He didn’t realize just how tipsy Jack was until he saw him stumble back, a snarl painted on his face.  
"What the fuck." Jack pushes him back.  
They continue on like this, shoving each other for an indiscernible amount of time before others start to notice. Lucas was trying to be as quiet as possible as he attempted to keep his drunkenness under wraps but Jack was making it extremely difficult. "What is your problem? I'm trying to help you."
"My problem?" Jack laughs harshly, his tone void of actual amusement. "My problem is you!" With one last push Lucas falls onto the nearest table, catching the attention of Chandler and Ross who were standing close by.
"Woah woah woah." Chandler rushes over, grabbing Jack by his collar as Lucas attempts to charge at him, no longer caring about who did or didn’t see. Chandler's nostrils immediately violated by the stench of whiskey on his son. "Are you drunk?"
Ross pulls his son away as Chandler does the same and the two men force them outside onto the patio.  
“Cool it you guys.” Ross warns, his hands still pressed against Lucas’ chest to keep his distance from Jack. “This isn’t the time or place.”
“Yeah what the hell has gotten into you two?” Chandler scolds.
“I saw her first! I’ve known her longer! I called dibs! That’s how this fucking works!” Jack fumes, attempting to push past his father.
“She’s a human being, you fucking asshole!” Lucas shouts, successfully getting pass Ross, shoving Jack towards the wall one last time. “You don’t get to call dibs on a person.”
Ross does his best to restrain Lucas, catching on to what was happening. "Wait wait, is this about what you told me last night?"
“This is about a girl?!” Chandler interjects, a baffled expression coloring his face. “Whoever it is —"
“It’s Riley.” Lucas answers through gritted teeth, seeing the look of surprise on his father and uncle's face.
“Ri-Riley?” Chandler stammers. “As in, Joeys daughter Riley? Are you two out of your minds?” He turns to Ross. “You knew about this?”
“I knew there was a girl I just didn’t know who she was.” Ross sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose as he takes a seat. “Joeys going to kill all four of us… on my wedding day.”
“How did this happen?” Chandler asks, not expecting an answer.
“He stabbed me in the back, that’s how.” Jack quips. “C’mon Dad, Uncle Ross you know I’m in the right here. I met her first.”
“I don’t think that matters, kid.” Chandler sighs. “Believe me I've been there.”
Jack frowns. “So, I’m supposed to just be okay with the fact that he got feelings for the girl I like?”
“No one's saying you have to be okay with it but you do have to take her feelings into consideration as well. Have either of you asked her how she feels in all of this?”
Lucas had heard enough. One way or another this needed to end. Without another word he’s storming back into the reception, making a b line for the stairs. He needed to get as far away from all of them as he possibly could. He couldn’t do this anymore.
He doesn’t notice Riley follow him out and it isn't until he's on their floor that he hears her call his name.  
"What happened? What was that back there?" She asks, trying to catch her breath.  
"He's drunk and angry." Lucas exhales a huff, "Not that I can blame him."
"What're you talking about?" Riley holds his gaze, seeing the uncertainty in his eyes of what he's about to say.  
"Riley..." He begins but stops himself. "I'm sorry." Lucas keeps his eyes steady, resting on her face like they were home, but just briefly, the sorrow already building. He begins to walk away, determined to put as much distance between them that she'd permit. Which wasn't much.
"Don't walk away from me, Lucas."  
The pain he heard in her voice made him stop dead in his tracks. Slowly he turned to face her again. "Riley, I can't --"
"How many more times are you going to push me away?" Her voice cracked. She took a step forward, close enough for her to breathe in his scent. She was determined to make him hear her out. "I'm done with the back and forth. So, if you really can't do this – or won't – you're going to have to prove it."
"What?" Lucas looked at her in disbelief, his eyebrows furrowing together as he stared into her eyes.
"Tell me to leave. Tell me you don’t want to be with me. Tell me to walk away right now and I will. Tell me I'm not what you want anymore. Tell me and I'll believe you."
Suddenly, his arms wrap around her back and in one gentle pull they're skin to skin. His hands travel up to her cheeks before falling down to her lips. His thumb gently gliding across her bottom lip. They lock eyes just for a moment, just enough for both of them to understand he wasn’t walking away this time.
And as their lips finally meet they fall into a natural rhythm.  Without breaking their kiss Lucas lifts her up, her legs wrapping around his waist with ease. She's able to get her room key out of her clutch without breaking their kiss and once they're inside he carries her toward the bed.  
Every kiss has a raw intensity. Their breathing fast but not as fast as their heart rates. His hands quickly find their way to the back of her dress, unzipping it in one swift motion. He pulls her dress off slowly, kissing every inch of her skin that’s exposed as he takes it off. Riley arches her back in anticipation, knowing where his lips will soon reach.
And before she knows it they're entwined, their hearts fusing into one as their bodies move together like silk.  
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- Nayeon Focus
Word Count: 2368
*AU
*For chrismma626
“Another one huh?” Nayeon said quietly, looking up at the swinging corpse that obeyed the wind’s breeze.
“Yea… some people just never learn. Even after all of those warnings we gave her. She just doesn’t listen. This was inevitable.” An older woman replied, shrugging and folding her arms.
“Was it really though?”
“Please don’t tell me you really think that, Nayeon. She knew what was coming to her. We are bound to the unspoken rules. Everyone knows that.”
“Of course, of course.”
“Good, don’t ever joke about anything like that, the others won’t be as lenient as I am with you. Anyways, I’m off, getting a little bit hungry again. You wanna come? We can share.” The woman smiled with a seductive grin.
“Nah, not tonight. Go without me. I had a light snack earlier.”
“Hm, suit yourself.” The woman remarked with a wave of her hand, as she leaped onto a roof and disappeared into the darkness. Nayeon turned to face the dangling corpse. A young lady with golden hair was hung from a broken lamppost. She was beautiful and looked like she would’ve been one of those cheerful and happy-go-lucky girls if she were alive. Well, that isn’t exactly correct. Even if she were alive, she wouldn’t be fully alive. She was a vampire, so technically, undead. Huh, there’s some text on the back of her hoodie… it says… Hirai… M… the letters are all scratched out. The text didn’t really matter, the important thing was knowing why she’s been eliminated. When you’re a vampire, there’s really only a few rules that you need to know. Never leave your clan’s territory without permission, never reveal your identity to a mortal, and above all, never befriend or engage in a romantic relationship with the wolves. The wolves, meaning werewolves to be exact. This girl was caught being friendly with a wolf on the edge of our boundaries on several occasions. Each time, she was given a harsh warning. I guess they finally decided it was no use.
While living forever and looking young for an eternity may seem like a benefit, it can be quite tragic when taking a different perspective to things. Nayeon has watched her human family, friends, and lovers be taken away by the unstoppable force of time. Over time, her feelings for specific things have dulled, her emotions no longer had spikes or drastic falls. Everything felt the same. In addition, a vampire might enjoy perks such as superhuman hearing, strength, and speed and such, but they were not immortal to all things. The most lethal weapon against a vampire, was a werewolf’s bite. There is no cure for a bite.
“Tsk, I should’ve went with her, I’m getting a little hungry now.” Nayeon muttered to herself, gently rubbing her tummy.
“Hmm, the night is still young. Plenty of juicy targets to choose from. Let’s see now, the best place… is that bar near the edge of our boundary. Still, why settle for second tier when I can have the best?” Nayeon thought out loud. She turned and became a blur as she zipped through the streets at an incredible speed.
The wolves should be asleep, plus there’s bound to be some vampires around here to back me up in case things go badly. Let’s just find someone and then quietly leave, no need to make a commotion. Nayeon thought to herself, she opened the doors and entered cautiously. Meanwhile, a few thugs emerged from a nearby alleyway and smirked at the sight of Nayeon. They also entered the bar, as they set their sights on Nayeon.
“Another!” You yelled, slamming down another bottle of soda. Your two friends laughed at you as they sipped on their beer.
“Dude… you’re just drinking soda, why do you have to act like it’s such a big deal?” One of them commented.
“You think you’re Thor or something?” The other added.
“Eh, it’s much more fun when you do something flashy like this.” You replied as the bartender handed you another soda.
“Please do stop smashing bottles, I’ll really have to kick you out if you do it again. You’re scaring the other customers.” The bartender stated.
“Ah.. right… sorry, it won’t happen again.” You apologized. The bartender nodded and went to go tend to other customers while your two friends were trying to hold in their laughter.
“Well… that was short lived, anyways… woah… hey, see that girl that just came in?” Your friend pointed towards Nayeon. That girl… she’s…
“Hey, hey, I think something’s about to go down, those people look like they want something from her, and considering it’s two in the morning, nothing good will come out of this, let’s dip.” Your other friend whispered. You nodded your head and left with your two friends, you got them a taxi and told them that you would pay the bill for them as you returned back to the bar. You immediately turned your attention to the girl that your friend had previously pointed to. She’s not normal. I can’t hear her heartbeat. I’ve never seen her around here either, that can only mean one thing. They’re going out the back? She’s going to kill them no doubt. I have to stop her.
“Hey, what’s the meaning of this? Did you finally decide? Are you gonna play around with us?” One of the thugs joked, as his companions laughed.
“Hmm? That depends, are you guys any good?” Nayeon said with a smile as she unzipped her jacket a little, showing off a bit of cleavage. The five men immediately reacted.
“We won’t disappoint.” The man responded. Nayeon smiled and lowered her head to the ground, the man started to approach her, but right before he got ahold of her, she disappeared. Nayeon darted through the four men at the back and unleashed a flurry of blows to their heads and bodies. When the man turned around, he found his four friends on the ice cold cement, unconscious. Nayeon then suddenly appeared again, placing a firm grip on the man’s shoulder from behind.
“Still want to play?” Nayeon asked.
“What… are… you…” The man replied, trembling.
“Someone that you should’ve never messed with.” Nayeon responded coldly, raising her fist. You watched from the corner, assessing the situation. That punch is going to kill. You rushed in between the man and Nayeon just as she brought her fist down. You caught her punch with your hand, feeling the full impact of her superhuman strength.
“Who are you?” Nayeon asked, shocked.
“Get your four friends, get out of here, and never come back.” You said to the man, ignoring Nayeon’s question. The man stumbled a little before he understood your message and gathered up his friends and left speedily.
“Don’t make me repeat my question.” Nayeon said after the five thugs left.
“I’m not a vampire. I can tell you that much.”
“I can see that, no normal human can withstand my punch at point blank. I guess the better question is, why did you stop me?”
“That man may be a disgusting pervert, but he doesn’t deserve to die.”
“Oh? And if I was just a normal human girl, what would you have done? What would your two friends have done? Ran off again?”
“I would’ve stopped them.”
Nayeon raised an eyebrow and stopped pressing her fist into your hand.
“You’re just one person, you can’t possibly save everyone. I’m doing the world a favour by removing scum like them.” Nayeon said as she crossed her arms.
“Whatever the case is, why are you here? You should know that it’s dangerous for a single vampire like yourself to come here, when we control this territory.”
“This is the edge of your territory, you don’t technically control this place.”
“Anyways, you should get out of here before my clanmates show up, they won’t show you the same respect I’m showing to you. Go.”
“Why are you werewolves so arrogant all the time, I’m just here for a snack. No need to shove me away so soon. Huh, what was that?” Nayeon twitched, as she heard several sets of footsteps approaching quickly.
“You fool.” You responded with a sad expression. Two of your clanmates appeared from behind you, and another pair joined from behind Nayeon. She was completely surrounded.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here? A vampire? On our turf? Someone either doesn’t the rules, or thinks of themselves as a rebel.” One of your clanmates spoke up.
“Perhaps we should send them back with a light punishment, a small nick with our teeth, maybe one tiny bite?” Another joined in. The other two grinned at the suggestion, baring their fangs towards Nayeon. She looked worried now, as she turned her attention from one wolf to another.
“Stop, we don’t want to start a war. I’ll deal with this, you guys can go.” You said with a commanding tone.
“But… we can’t just let them do whatever they want! We need to assert our dominance, show them that they need to fear us!” Your clanmate shouted towards you.
“Are you challenging me?” You turned and gave him a stare that pierced through his soul.
“Ugh… no. Come on, let’s go.” He replied and motioned for his three friends to follow. They grumbled and left the scene.
“Sigh, will you please leave now?” You asked, dropping the cold attitude you embodied earlier.
“You’re… you’re the alpha. Yet you didn’t let them kill me… strange…” Nayeon slowly said as she couldn’t believe what had just happened.
“You really should go before I change my mind, or you begin to get on my nerves.”
Nayeon backed up slowly and darted away as she clenched her heart as if someone had shot her in the chest. Phew, thank goodness, I don’t know if I could’ve kept up that demeanor for any longer. I hate acting like that. Over the next couple of days, you noticed that Nayeon was shadowing you around, silently observing your actions. Since she didn’t pose a threat to you, you pretended to not notice.
“When are you going to stop following me?” You finally said after five days.
“Until you addressed me.” Nayeon said, dropping to ground level from the roof.
“Why are you following me? Don’t you have better things to do?”
“You made me feel something that night, something I haven’t felt in a long time.”
“The feeling of relief? If this is the part where you confess to me, I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to reject you. Now don’t get me wrong, you’re a beautiful girl, and I’m sure you have a really nice personality, it’s just that…”
“It’s just that you’re a werewolf and I’m a vampire.”
“Not to mention that I’m their alpha.”
Nayeon nodded and retreated back into the darkness. For the next year, you didn’t even catch a glimpse of Nayeon. Within the same year, you experienced devastating losses as a new vampire clan joined the city, eliminating the majority of both Nayeon’s faction and your own. In fact, it got so bad, that you became the sole survivor of your clan and Nayeon’s clan was either wiped out or absorbed by the new one. You were forced to hide from the new vampire clan, as they were ruthless, and killed without a reason.
“It’s getting late, you should go, (Y/N).” The bartender said as he washed his glasses. You were the only person left in the bar. That same bar where you first met Nayeon.
“They’re coming, aren’t they?” You asked, as you finished your drink.
“I’m sure they are. Leave while you can.”
“Thanks for protecting my secret for so long.”
“You saved my life. I can never repay you.”
“I did, didn’t I? Well I don’t really want to run anymore, I’ve grown tired. Plus, I don’t have anything to live for anymore.”
“You can start over somewhere new, why give up now?”
“I won’t leave… because.”
The door bursted into several pieces as vampires swarmed the entire bar. They surrounded you, outnumbering you at least fifteen to one.
“We finally found you… it’s about time. You’ve wasted enough of our efforts, it’s time to put an end to this.” One of the vampires barked.
“Yes, I agree. It is time to settle things once and for all.” You got up and staggered a little, the alcohol affecting your senses. All of the vampires pounced towards you, as you relaxed your entire body, welcoming their attack. But then you felt something soft, you opened your eyes again and saw Nayeon’s face only inches in front of yours. Her hands were on your shoulders, and she was bleeding everywhere.
“Nayeon? What are you doing here?” You exclaimed.
“You thought I left, didn’t you? I never left. I always kept my eyes on you. Please don’t give up, if you don’t have anything to live for, please. Live. For me.” Nayeon said with a genuine smile on her face as she collapsed into your arms. The vampires all stopped their attack for a brief moment as you laid her down behind the counter.
“Heh, it’s been a long time since I’ve had to transform. By the way, did you know that a werewolf bite can kill?” You said with only anger in your voice. The entire fight only lasted five minutes, by the end, the walls were splattered with blood, and there were bodies everywhere. Broken chairs, tables, and glass were everywhere as well.
“Sigh…” You sighed deeply, as you were completely drenched in blood.
“(Y/N)?” Nayeon called out weakly.
“I’m here.” You responded, hopping over the counter.
“You’re alive, I’m so happy…”
“Hush, save your strength, you need to heal.”
“You know, I could heal faster, if you gave me a-”
Without a moment to waste, you captured Nayeon’s lips, and picked her light body up and embraced her closely.
“Wow, I should’ve done this earlier if I knew that it would be this effective.” Nayeon joked.
“Thank you. Nayeon.”
“Mmm…” Nayeon shut her eyes and rested in your arms as you got up and exited the bar, and into the bright sunlight.
- itsmomorin
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trexrambling · 7 years
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Until It’s Gone - Ch.6
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Overview: Both brothers had loved and lost her. One night, Sam gets a phone call that changes everything.
Characters: Sam, Dean, Reader
Warnings: mild language, hunting vibes, protective Winchesters (yay!)
Word Count: 1,880
A/N: This is the sixth chapter in my newest ongoing series. Thanks to @wheresthekillswitch and @hannahindie for being my letter checkers and fellow fangirls :) My writing soulmate and sole sister...life wouldn’t be the same without you. There’s a good bit more Dean in this chapter, and it ends with a bang. We’re going hunting... Feedback is always loved and appreciated!
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Sam felt Y/N slowly slip out of his arms in the morning, but he kept his eyes shut and remained motionless to feign sleep. He heard her make her way to the bathroom and close the door behind her before the sound of running water reached his ears. Sam smiled to himself. Y/N always took a shower in the mornings. It was a habit that had been lovingly picked at and teased over when she’d lived in the bunker.
Sam got dressed for the day and made up the bed before going to the kitchen to search for breakfast. Y/N joined him a few minutes later, her cheeks still flushed from her shower and her hair pulled back into a neat braid. He noticed her attire and set down the second half of the bagel he had been working on.
“Y/N… why are you dressed to go hunting?” It was her lace up, waterproof boots that gave it away. She always and only wore them on hunts.
She walked to the fridge and pulled out the carton of orange juice. “Because there’s a hunt a few towns over,” she said with a shrug, not meeting his gaze and instead opting to search for a glass in the pantry. “I was going to send the details over to you guys like I’ve been doing, but I checked my news app and there was another kill this morning.” She poured the juice, set the carton down on the counter, and finally turned to face him. “So… we’re going.”
Sam rubbed the back of his neck as he thought through his options. Y/N was staring him down over the rim of her cup as she steadily chugged the orange liquid. He knew that look, and he prepared to advance with caution.
“Ok. What’s the case?”
“From the sound of it, a freshly turned werewolf.”
“Only one?”
Y/N nodded. “The pattern doesn’t suggest a second. The kills are randomly staggered, but each one was sloppy and in the same area.”
“Alright… But are you sure you’re up for this? It’s been awhile since you’ve hunted and –”
The slam of Y/N’s cup hitting the countertop cut Sam off mid sentence. He watched her demeanor turn from determined to infuriated in less than five seconds.
“I’m not broken, Sam!” she practically shouted.
“Hey,” Sam said, somewhat shocked, “I never said you were –”
“No,” Y/N snapped, “I can see it in how you’re looking at me. Last night didn’t change anything. I’m still Y/N, and I can still hunt damn well no matter how long I’ve been out of the game.”
Sam reached out a hesitant hand to place on her arm, relieved when she didn’t pull away. “Y/N… I’m sorry. You’re right.” He searched her eyes and was thankful to see some of the anger fading. “I’ll get my stuff together and text Dean so we can head out, ok?”
Y/N’s eyes narrowed quickly. “Why do we need Dean?”
“Well a car, for one, because I’m not riding on your bike’s handlebars. And backup, for another, because Dean’s one of the best hunters there is, and I’d always rather have him there.”
“Fine,” Y/N grumbled, snatching Sam’s discarded bagel half off the counter, “but if he’s not here in twenty we’re stealing my neighbor's car.” She stalked out of the kitchen and Sam sent a quick text to Dean.
Werewolf hunt a few towns over. Be here in 20. – S
It was only a few seconds before he got a response.
Hunting? Are you serious? – D
Tried to talk her out of it. Bring that extra case of silver bullets. – S
I know how to kill a werewolf. Be there soon. – D
To say that the ride from Lebanon to Wolf Creek was tense would have been a drastic understatement. Y/N sat in the back, her gaze firmly fixed out the passenger side window. Dean’s eyes never wavered from the road, and Sam had already tried and failed to start four different conversations. Besides the initial briefings on the specifics of the case, the car ride had been silent.
When they finally pulled into the parking lot of the small park that every victim had been found at, Sam was so on edge that he practically bolted from the Impala as soon as the wheels stopped turning. Y/N quickly followed him to the trunk and joined him in picking through the odds and ends of weapons. She picked up “her” gun, the one she’d always used, and released the clip to start loading it with the silver bullets from the case. Dean was leaning against the driver’s side door, his head tilted towards the sky.
“It looks like rain.”
Y/N snapped the fully loaded clip back into place. “You won’t melt, Winchester.”
Sam rolled his eyes and closed the lid of the trunk.
To say that the hunt had been easy would have been another understatement. The newly turned werewolf, a male, might as well have held up a huge sign identifying itself and then stood still with its hands in the air. It was dusk when they saw it vault from the woods and leap onto the unsuspecting pair of females that were out for a jog. Y/N had gotten off the first shot, purposely wide to startle it so it would release its victim, before Dean hit it in the chest. The werewolf dropped dead on impact, and Y/N had quickly gone over to check on the two girls, flashing a fake badge and effortlessly soothing them with a bullshit story she had more than likely made up on the spot. When it was all said and done, the two girls walked away with only a few bruises and scrapes, and Y/N was left standing with her arms crossed over the burning pile of werewolf flesh. Dean stood a few feet away, his arms propped up by the shovel he’d used to dig the shallow grave.
“You almost seem upset that nothing went wrong,” Sam said as he walked over to join them. His nose scrunched involuntarily at the rancid smell of burning hair and flesh. When she didn’t answer, he looked over and could practically feel the frustration radiating off of her. “Y/N…?” he asked hesitantly.
“It didn’t help.”
“What do you mean?”
She gestured down at the werewolf burning below her feet. “This. Hunting. Killing this thing. Saving those girls. It didn’t help.”
Dean glanced over at her, but remained silent.
Sam sighed and stuck his hands in his pockets. “I think we should talk about what happened last night, Y/N. Running around, trying to bury it beneath something else’s blood, it’s not going to work. You –”
“Want to get drunk?” Dean spoke for the first time, effectively cutting his brother off.
Sam whipped his head towards his brother. “Dean, do you really think that –”
“Yes.” It was Y/N who cut him off this time. She picked up her own shovel and started to pile dirt on top of the werewolf body. “But let’s head back to the local bar by my place. Bartender owes me a few rounds.”
Sam would have said something about Y/N’s impulsive decision to overload her system with liquor, but if he’d learned anything in the years that he’d known her, it was that blatant opposition just led to a stubborn forefront. So he’d kept his mouth shut and joined them at the bar, sitting protectively close and glaring at any guy who even so much as looked at her the wrong way.
“Easy, Sam,” Y/N said, signaling to the bartender for another round, “pretty sure you made that last guy shit himself a little, and all he did was offer to buy me a drink.”
The corners of Dean’s mouth quirked up a bit before he took another pull from his beer bottle. Sam just scowled at her. “Look, Y/N, I still don’t think this is the right way to –”
“Sam, I swear that I’ll talk to you about everything later, ok?” she said, placing a hand over his and squeezing slightly, “but for now, I just want to drink this whiskey and forget for a few minutes. Forget everything that happened, accept some free drinks, and,” she smiled at him and leaned a bit closer, “you owe me a dance, good sir.” She nodded her chin at the jukebox in the corner that was currently playing some small town country song.
Sam forced the hunch out of his shoulders and made his muscles relax. He did his best to replace the grim features on his face with a smile. “Ok, Y/N.”
“Ok?”
“Ok!” Sam said with a chuckle, managing a real smile this time.
She grinned back at him. “Well good, because you are…y-you…” Her voice trailed off suddenly, her eyes going wide.
Dean, who had been watching their whole interaction, immediately leaned forward to see better around Sam’s tall frame, “What is it?” She didn’t answer them, but her jaw had clenched, her hold on Sam’s hand had taken on a vice grip, and the fear was evident in her eyes. Both brothers turned to follow her gaze.
A man had just entered the bar. He was tall, strongly built, with blonde hair and blue eyes that cut like ice through the people in the room. His scan of the small space stopped once his eyes fell on Y/N, who at that point was reflexively cowering into Sam. A dark smile took over his features, and he spoke as he walked over to the three of them.
“Y/N! Long time no see.” He stopped a few feet away and cocked his head to the side. “You ran off so fast, I never got a chance to thank you for our…lovely date.”
“Wait, is this the dickbag?” Dean asked, his focus returning to Y/N. She somehow managed a tiny nod, and Dean and Sam immediately rose in unison. Sam moved in front of Y/N, shielding her with his body, and Dean moved to stand beside him, calmly crossed his arms and catching the man’s eye.
The blonde haired man chuckled. “Oh come on, Y/N,” he said, trying to peer between the cracks of the Winchester’s frames, “let’s go talk things over. You know I didn’t mean –”
“If you have any common sense, you’ll shut your damn mouth,” Dean said, cutting the man off mid sentence. Dean’s voice was even and calm, the kind of calm that could send shivers up spines at the deadly weight that it carried. He caught the man’s gaze again. “But my brother and I, well, we would love to have a nice, long talk with you.”
“Look man,” the guy started, “I’m not sure who you are, but if I want to talk to Y/N I have every right to –”
He didn’t get to finish his sentence, because Dean’s fist connecting with his jaw knocked the words right out of his mouth and simultaneously ignited a wild pandemonium that quickly spread throughout the entire bar.
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hellomissmabel · 7 years
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Bye Bye Brooklyn Boys (10)
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Pairing: Bucky x reader, Steve x reader
Warnings: This is just so sad. Language.
Word count: 1.822 (had to cut this part in two to avoid it becoming more a novel than a fic series)
Summary: SPN CROSSOVER and a very special thank you to @a-little-hell-to-raise for helping me out with writing Dean!
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June
It’s been a month since Natasha and I had that very enlightening conversation about what truly matters in life and what didn’t make the cut. Our paths have crossed a couple of times since then but neither Steve nor myself acknowledge one another, terrified of the results of engaging in a conversation, deciding that ignorance is the best approach when you’re still suffering from a heartbreak that should’ve been resolved ages ago.
“That’s it for today, guys. Please make sure to hand in your paper by the end of the week or marks will be lost!” You conclude the lecture and swiftly leave the auditorium, checking your watch one last time to assess the damage done.
Immediately you’re distracted by your phone, fingers typing away on another message to Natasha telling her you’re not going to make it in time for girl’s night, the absolute highlight of your week. There had been minor technical issues and since you couldn’t start until they had been fixed, all courses had been suspended indefinitely. When you were finally able to resume your classes, you were also bombarded with more questions than you had initially anticipated, causing even more delay.
Dean was coming from the opposite direction, equally invested in his phone as he was trying to pinpoint where exactly it was again that he had agreed to meet with his brother Sam, filling in for another professor who called in sick and would be absent until further notice. He swore he put it down somewhere in his phone, but alas, nothing was to be found and just as he was about to round the corner, he bumped into you.
Squealing in surprise, you dropped your purse in front of him and quickly tried to scramble everything back together, noticing a stray tube of pink lipstick had made its way over to where the fine-looking stranger was standing. He bent down to pick it up for you, the taut muscles of his abdomen flexing under the tight grey shirt he was wearing. You would be lying to yourself if you didn’t consider the view to be mouth-watering to say the least, with his jade eyes and chestnut hair because clearly this man must be the personification of ruggedly handsome. He looks like a bad boy with his ripped jeans and leather jacket and although you’ve had some bad experiences with his kind, it would be such a shame to deprive yourself from this exquisite specimen of a human being.
After retrieving your lipstick he hands it back to you, his fingers briefly brushing your soft skin and you feel yourself being catapulted to cloud nine. Is this what it feels like to be struck by lightning? It wasn’t until he clears his throat for the third time in a row, you notice you are still holding on to the lipstick in his hand.
“If you wanted to hold my hand, sweetheart, you didn’t have to drop everything, you could’ve just asked me,” he chuckles softly, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes and you’re desperately holding on to every last breath of air, his low voice and sexy accent sending goose bumps to rise all over your skin.
You inhale sharply, dropping your hand to your side. “Oh God, that’s so cheesy,” you laugh nervously and he smiles a big toothy grin, disregarding some of the weirdness between the two of you. “Does that line even work?”
“I don’t know, does it?” He kinks a suggestive eyebrow and his smirk grows even bigger, green eyes searching yours, watching intently.
“Uhm, yeah… Kind of… I guess,” you murmur as colour rises to your cheeks, tinting them a darker shade of pink. You avert your eyes and stuff your lipstick away. From the corner of your eye you can see him staring at you, blushing slightly when you look back up and catch him in the act.
He extends his hand and introduces himself, his handshake firm and his hands a little calloused. “I’m Dean, Dean Winchester.”
“Pleasure to meet you,” you say shyly, straightening your back a little so you’d make at least make a good second impression, “I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”
“Y/N, such a lovely name,” he coos and shoots you a wink. If he was trying to seduce you with his voice then it was working like a damn charm.
“Well,” you cough a little, ridding yourself of the tight feeling in your chest, “I guess I better get going or my roommate is going to skin me alive.”
“We can’t have that now can we?,” he grins before adding “Hey, mind if I make it up to you?” and softly placing his hand on your upper arm.
Your eyebrows knit together in a frown, your voice suddenly dry at the possible suggestion of a date. “Make it up to me?,” you squeak, cussing internally at yourself for sounding like an excited squirrel.
“Yeah, how about pancakes? Tomorrow morning? There’s a nice diner a couple blocks away, my brother and I go there all the time. Best breakfast in town, you won’t regret it. Unless you have somewhere else to be, then I totally get it if you don’t want to - ”
“I would love to have breakfast with you, Dean,” you interrupt quickly. “Pancakes, I just love pancakes,” you blurt out, smiling shyly as his face breaks into a genuine smile and you find yourself laughing just a little bit more than before.
Mesmerized by his charming smile, you accept his offer and exchange numbers. He promises he’ll text you the address as soon as possible and will wait for you by the main entrance. It’s been a while since you set foot in the dating scene after any and all previous attempts turned out to be rather… disastrous. But Dean truly seems like a nice guy, so why not give it a shot?
You didn’t want to keep Nat waiting for too long anymore and if you would just hurry up a little more, you hoped you would still make it somewhat on time, casually late surely becoming your thing. The dinging of the elevator announced the sliding of doors and you called out to whoever was inside that they’d hold the door for you.
“Oh praise the lord,” you thanked the man who had been so kind to wait for you, but your cheerfulness quickly ebbed away when you saw who it was.
“Hi, Y/N,” his husky voice greeted you.
James.
James Barnes was standing in the elevator with you.
Fucking hell.
“H-Hi,” you stammered as your heart leapt out of your chest at the sight of him. His hair is longer and this length would probably make any other man look like a weirdo or a caveman but it does James all the more justice, making his appear so much more handsome and refined. He was wearing a light blue shirt, a dark blue blazer and a pair of blue trousers that snugly hugged the (not so) small bulge in his pants. He cleans up well, you thought to yourself as you drank him in a second time, very well.
I guess growing up looks different on everyone.
“What are you doing here, James?” I ask, giving him a tight-lipped smile.
Apparently he’s back on campus as professor T’Challa’s spokesperson, giving a couple guest lectures about the work they’ve been doing and harvesting a couple intrigued souls on the way. They need more people to engage in their project in order to make it a success but he’s very optimistic about the outcome and Nat was right, he’s really making a name for himself. It’s only ironic that’s the exact same reason he broke up with you in the first place.
“That does sound very exciting,” you acknowledge, “Although I always thought of Steve as the kind to stick around, not you.”
Steve has always been more of a scholar than James and you were sure he’d one day take up the title of professor, yet he followed after Sharon and moved as far away as possible, someplace with a minimum chance of ever running into you again.
You ran away, he ran away.
Great minds think alike.
James on the other hand seems to have followed in your footsteps. “Don’t get me wrong, but you just didn’t strike me as the academic type. I guess professor Barnes does have a nice ring to it,” you reply jokingly, letting out a light laugh.
I clearly remember a time where the only thing he could talk about was escaping this very campus. James used to be this adventurous spirit with wild hopes and big dreams and I can’t help but wonder what happened. Was I responsible for such a drastic change in character?
“Well,” he chuckles softly and you waver just the tiniest bit as his crystal blue eyes fix on yours, momentarily travelling down towards your lips before locking eyes with you once more.
How was he supposed to tell you this? How was he supposed to tell you that he did all of it for you? That he secretly hoped you’d one day return to the scene of the crime and pick up where professor Stark left off, that the path of science is the only path that could ever lead him back to you? He climbed up the food chain for you, not out of passion for science although he appreciates the opportunities he’s been given.
He did all of it just so he could see you again.
“I guess you could call it an epiphany. One day I woke up and decided I wanted to pave my way in the world of science. I’ve always loved science, just as much as you. Okay, maybe not as much as you, but you get the idea.”
There’s an awkward pause afterwards, his words settling in your bones with an unfamiliar weight. The elevator comes to a halt and the doors open not long after that, concluding your little trip down memory lane. Just as you’re about to part ways again, his fingers lace around your wrist and you freeze at the sudden contact, his touch scorching hot on your skin.
“Can I ask you one thing?,” he whispers shyly, morose blue eyes staring back at you.
“Sure,” you nod and he lets go of you, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his trousers. “Why do you always insist on calling me James? Ever since we met, you’ve never, not even once, called me Bucky.”
You let out a deep sigh, the corners of your mouth turning downwards. Oh, how you wish you had been stronger. But you were young and quick to get into trouble, since trouble is all that boy means, just not fast enough to escape him.
“It’s because all your friends call you Bucky and I always wanted to be more than just your friend, James.”
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